6-7 stories in one week. That's quite a roll.
Considering the survival rate of women that fight over men, they might be better off becoming lesbians...
WARNING: This is an extreme fantasy with absolutely no founding in reality. If extremish violence and/or fatal-finish combat disturb you then do not read further, seriously.
***I felt like using up some of my backlog of photos, so here are a bunch of short matches to do just that!***
The Curse
Many male Members within the Club are known for hopping from one lover to the next, based on combat proficiency. Sleeping and dating a woman only until she loses a match with another single Member.
With deathmatches being a popular way of winning a man, most such male Members leave a large amount of dead lovers in their wake. No more so than Davin, the supposedly cursed lover.
No Member to fight a deathmatch over Davin has ever survived her next such fight. After this many years, there are still women constantly lining up to fuck him though. Every one thinking she'll be the one to beat the curse. His massive cock and well known skill with it helps a lot.
The Grudge Ender
Tami: Davin's current lover, the sleight blonde is a multi-year veteran and crowd favourite. Despite her soft looks, Tami has no problem beating opponent's to death and has over twenty kills to her name. Ruthlessly stomping the newbie Davin was dating to death in a cage match, Tami is excited that her curse-breaking match will be against a foe she's fought and beaten many times before.
Fun Fact: Once per year, Tami signs up for and wins a four blonde battle royal. Ten years and she has never once come close to losing the boxing style match.
Dahlia: A twelve year veteran, this busty brunette wasted no time seducing Davin after Tami won him. A celebrated combatant with many kills and hundreds of wins, she is willing to chance the curse if it means she can finally defeat her old foe, Tami. In Tami's ten years, the blonde has beaten Dahlia over twenty times, even slaving her twice for three months each time. While she'd never admit it, Dahlia has always been afraid of what would happen were she to challenge Tami to a deathmatch, but tonight, luck is on her side.
Fun Fact: Dahlia has killed both of Tami's daughters in completely secret private matches. Imagining each identical blonde was their mother.
Wanting to make her long awaited win as public as possible, Dahlia challenged Tami to a match in the biggest venue around. A boxing ring typically reserved for crowd fights, tag-teams and certain four blonde battle royals.
With the blonde wearing black, and the brunette in white, everyone was prepared for a good classic fight to the death. The two fighters stretching and posing in their corners as the crowd waited for the bell. Davin was of course the most excited, Tami had never come close to losing to the brunette, maybe she'd be the one to break the supposed curse.
When the bell was rung, both combatants approached fast, fists raised. Dahlia, impatient and excited, struck first. The brunette laughed as she swung wildly with all her strength, catching Tami just on the chin as the blonde tried to throw her head backwards.
Tami was spun by the glancing blow, lifting her leg the make the surprise hit a momentum-fuelled spin kick. Her foot met nothing but air though as she overbalanced, dropping to her knee as she fell away.
Dahlia pounced on the downed blonde. Smashing her knee right into the woman's ear. The ecstatic brunette rode her foe to the floor, crushing her face against the mat. Rolling forward, she immediately reversed her direction and ended up right over top of the dazed blonde.
Tami was facedown against the ring floor in a small pool of her own blood, thirty seconds into the match. She barely resisted as her hair was gripped by strong hands, nails raking across her scalp.
Howling in victory, Dahlia smashed Tami's head against the floor over and over again. Gushing in her white panties as the bloody smear under the blonde kept splashing larger.
The large audience cheered on the brunette as she finally took her revenge in such a one-sided beat down. There were plenty of shouts of "Kill her!" coupled with those wanting to see some torture first.
When Tami was a twitching wreck, Dahlia finally stopped ramming her head down. Instead, flipping the blonde over, she began punching her in the tits, mechanically raising her arm only to send it crashing down full force. She didn't relent until her arm and hand were completely numb, but she knew she'd cracked some ribs as well as completely destroyed the blonde's chest.
Wrapping hands around her enemies throat, Dahlia sat down hard on the crushed face. Creaming herself once again as the deathbuzzer sounded, she couldn't stop laughing as the twitching blonde pissed herself.
Flexing her arms above her head, Dahlia had her victory photo taken right there. Here cum soaked panties turning red as she looked down the length of her enemies body at the camera.
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(Not So)Private Pool Party (Part I)
Dahlia: After winning Davin in her wonderful grudge match (she watches the video daily), Dahlia has enjoyed the fruits of her success. Banging her new lover as frequently as possible, the brunette has been dreading whatever old grudge will look to take her down. Paranoid that the curse is real, she has set up the easiest fight she can to possibly break it.
Fun Fact: Dahlia made a large poster of her victory over Tami, anyone who was to reverse the wall hanging would find similar photos of Dahlia's illegal wins over the blonde's daughters on the back.
Christy: A blonde newcomer, Christy is best known for the fact tat in three months, the only fight she has won was her initiation. Only surviving that first fight due to luck, there are many people looking to kill her for being a disgrace to the Club Membership. Only agreeing to fight a veteran killer like Dahlia because of the curse, Christy plans to retire from the Club as soon as she has truly won a deathmatch.
Fun Fact: Christy was initiated in a eight woman deathmatch battle royal, only one would be initiated, the rest would die. Knocked out forty seconds into the match, the small blonde woke up to find the final two survivors barely able to fight one another. She unashamedly stomped both to death to the boos of the crowd.
Davin's back yard had a large private saltwater pool, it was next to this, on a blue fighting mat that Dahlia waited for her blonde opponent to arrive. She fully planned to drown the incompetent newbie after thrashing her on the mat.
When Davin and Christy walked through the tall gated entryway, the blonde immediately stripped off her yellow bikini top and charged forward. Trying to use her momentum to overpower the calmly standing brunette, the small woman only drove herself face-first into Dahlia's fist.
Dahlia chuckled as the blonde spun to the ground, thrown forward by her own speed to roll painfully across the poolside cement. Shrugging at the fact that her mat had been set up for nothing, she briskly walked over to finish off the scratched up and moaning blonde.
Dragged to her knees by her blonde hair, Christy screamed in fear and lashed out. Her elbow digging perfectly into the supposedly victorious brunette's most sensitive area. Falling to her ass as Dahlia let out her own sudden gasp of pain, she watched a the busty veteran pitched forward and smashed her mouth right on the raised tile lip of the pool.
Dahlia weakly pushed herself up, blood draining from her shattered mouth. Several chipped teeth fell down into the reddening water. A kick between the legs sent her over the edge, skinning her knees as she dropped heavily into the pool.
Christy was wild eyed with excitement, with the bloody smear on the poolside and the red cloud forming around Dahlia's head in the water, there was no way she could lose. She waited for the brunette to surface, coughing out water and blood as she struggled to remain upright in the deep end. Christy launched herself feet first on top of her.
With all of Christy' weight landing on the side of her neck, Dahlia was dunked under again as she tried to draw breath. Swallowing saltwater, blood and her own chipped teeth, she blacked out from the pain while upside down and totally submerged.
Holding on to Dahlia's feet, Christy washed against the pool edge, keeping one foot digging into the upside down veteran's throat, she held her there as red bubble broke the surface with decreasing regularity.
Like her longtime enemy Tami, Dahlia pissed herself as her body gave up. Christy felt it on her stomach and giggled, ecstatic in the knowledge that she had once again survived a match she should have died in.
When she was sure the limp brunette was completely unconscious, Christy had Davin help her out of the pool, dragging Dahlia out by her feet as the broken woman gagged up water reflexively. With a loud "Hiyah!" she stomped down on the unconscious woman's face, sticking strait out over the water. Unceremoniously slipping half into the pool, the blonde climbed over Dahlia's shuddering body to get back up.
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(Not So) Private Pool Party (Part II)
Christy: Exultant after her lucky victory over such a veteran killer, Christy is even more excited that she'll finally be able to sleep with a man. Up until now, her embarrassing fight record has stopped her from attracting any of the male Club Members, and there's no way she'd ever survive trying to take one from his girlfriend. Planning to ride Davin for all she's worth, the blonde has set up her victory photo as one last piece of enticement before pouncing on him.
Fun Fact: While she has yet to sleep with any men, Christy has lost multiple Brothel battles that ended with her being penetrated by strap-ons molded after specific individuals.
While she would stipulate the picture only be released publicly "in the event of her death," Christy fully planned on having a victory photo of her one and only private deathmatch. Three minutes after breaking the brunette's neck, the blonde victor had dragged the heavy body over to the shallow end. Sitting on the edge, she held Dahlia's body around the waste, putting her broken body on full display (she'd spent some time working over the dead woman, making it look like an even more brutal beatdown). Holding the brunette's red soaked blue bottoms up as a trophy, she grinned widely for the camera.
Standing on the other side of the pool, Davin had the camera on close-up mode. Not wanting to get into the bloody pool or get the camera wet, he'd still wanted the perfect strait ahead shot. A second after he took the picture of the blonde's illegal kill, the big gate door he'd walked through himself a few minutes ago opened. Through it came a new Member he didn't even know the name of.
Barely five minutes since the curse had claimed another victim, Davin was sure it was about to claim another.
Erica: Joining the Club the same night as Christy, Erica wants nothing more than to annihilate the blonde that took away her glory. While Christy was practically sleeping through a massive battle by better women, Erica barely survived fighting a forty minute match against an older, more experienced brunette veteran of the underground deathmatch circuit. A consummate sceptic, Erica doesn't believe in the curse one whit, figuring it's just paranoid idiots getting taken out by confidant opponents. Following Christy to Davin's place, Erica waited as long as she could before entering. Either planning on murdering a jubilant Christy (her preferred) or at least killing a worn out Dahlia.
Fun Fact: By the time Erica won her initiation she had pissed herself in fear, cracked two ribs, broken three toes and had five teeth knocked out. But was still in better condition than the body of her opponent.
Christy turned around to look when she heard the gate clatter shut. Completely unsuspecting, she didn't offer any resistance as Erica gracefully spin kicked her right in the temple.
Erica's shoe heel snapped off as she smashed it past her victim's face. She took her time to remove both shoes as Christy was knocked into the shallow water, floundering as she tried to get her bearings.
As calm as could be, Erica stepped into the thigh high water and dragged Christy out by her hair. As the blonde when to take in a gulp of air, the brunette brought her fist down right on the gash she'd opened up on the woman's forehead.
Davin kept taking pictures as the unknown brunette threw punch after punch into the blonde's face. Christy was begging for her life as the merciless woman repeatedly dunked her under the surface and then continued the assault.
Erica, shoved the blubbering blonde beneath the surface, stepping on her chest and holding her a foot below the air. Finally noticing Davin, the brunette grinned at him and slowly removed her green bikini top, posing and smiling as Christy weakly tried to struggle on the pool floor.
When Erica finally climbed out of the pool, Christy didn't float to the surface. Walking over to the now filming Davin, the victorious brunette asked, "Is that her victory photo there?" When he dumbly nodded at the busty brunette pressing against his bare chest, she simply took the camera from him and threw the expensive device into the water.
When Davin's eyes followed his camera, Erica guided his face back to hers with a gentle push, kissing him deeply as she reached into his shorts. "Those bitches killed one another, I'm just here to console you, lover."
***I'll probably add more to this later, maybe even wrap up the curse with a full length (and less one-sided) curse-breaker match***
Last edited by mcgoll; April 29th, 2016 at 11:21 PM.
6-7 stories in one week. That's quite a roll.
Considering the survival rate of women that fight over men, they might be better off becoming lesbians...
Yeah, I write more when I'm on graveyard shifts.
And while you're right, mortality rates are pretty high among Members, there are literally thousands of Members at any one time, and dozens of men. Most fights, even the ones over men, don't end in fatality, they are just the ones I focus on. The majority of Members fight frequently for their first few months then lessen off to a few matches a month, living the high life on their match sales to the rest of the world and various sponsorships.
Few women fight more than one deathmatch in a year after their first year. Veterans like Blair or Blake are the exception, and are usually murdered due to their obvious tendency to take private fights too far.
Also there are plenty of lesbians in the Club, most women being at least bisexual out of necessity. Admittedly a lot of it is more of a domination thing, hence why many losses end in the loser being subjected to a strap-on and/or made into a sex-slave. A few men, like Davin from here, or Jack and Paul from other stories, make it more dangerous due to their own love of watching deathmatches. Most men just bounce from lover to lover having maybe a deathmatch fought over them once every few months.
Last edited by mcgoll; April 29th, 2016 at 08:59 PM.
Yeah I don't want anything changed. I'm a man, and I *love* stories where women fight over men. Women fighting over women or over other things don't really appeal to me as much. I do remember the ratio being something ridiculous, like 200 women to every one man. If only real life had ratio like this...Originally Posted by mcgoll
I do make the majority of matches over a man for the same reason. But occasionally I try to mix it up a bit. For example both Dahlia and Erica weren't there for Davin's benefit, he was just a bonus. Erica hated the idea of Christy overshadowing her and Dahlia wanted Tami dead, by no other hands than her own.
WARNING: This is an extreme fantasy with absolutely no founding in reality. If extremish violence and/or fatal-finish combat disturb you then do not read further, seriously.
***Another Cursed Match***
A Widow's Revenge
Erica: Fully sceptic of the supposed curse, Erica has done something very few of Davin's lovers chance, challenging a dangerous grudge to fight her in an official deathmatch. Choosing the Brothel ring, Erica is confident that she'll be able to beat her opponent unconscious, fuck Davin in the ring, and disprove this ridiculous "curse" by slowly killing her enemy. While this is officially her first deathmatch over the man, everybody correctly suspects that the brunette had something to do with Christy and Dahlia's dual deaths, as such the betting against her is huge.
Fun Fact: While it's technically illegal to do so, Erica has bet all of her money on herself through an intermediary. If she wins, she'll be catapulted to the heights of Club fortune. If she loses her intermediary will no doubt be arrested and probably killed.
Alexis: The challenged party, Alexis would have been the first to challenge Erica as soon as the brunette's new relationship became known. Once one of the few Club Members to be married, Alexis lost her husband last month to a car accident. While he was beyond saving, Erica, who had been blowing him at the time, was barely injured. Rightly blaming Erica for causing the crash, she has been readying herself for this match ever since.
Fun Fact: While she harbours no small amount of hate and rage for Erica, that won't stop Alexis from moving on and taking Davin for herself. Like any Male Member she can get over the loss of even a spouse pretty quickly.
Davin excitedly kept to one of the turnbuckles, staying just out of the ring until beckoned in by one of the pugilistas. Already rock hard, he couldn't decide who to watch as the two beautiful women paced around the ring. They had asked for a random start, correctly expecting the Brothel Madam to hold off on the bell to build tension. He had helped Erica choose her outfit, a scrap of material she'd fashioned into panties, able to be used as a restraint or choking implement. As for Alexis, Davin had trouble looking away as the confident brunette strutted in her sheer white panties, her perfect ass already driving him wild.
Just as the fighters passed within a few feet, snarling insults quietly at one another (both promising the other a painful death), the bell rang. Springing into action both brunette hurled themselves at one another. Gripping hair and swinging wildly with their fingers outstretched like claws. Blood immediately sprang up on both Alexis's gashed forehead and Erica's suddenly slashed right tit. Twisting around in a tight circle, both let go at the same time, hoping to throw the other off balance.
Erica took two awkward steps to the side as she was suddenly released, a moment later being driven to her knees as Alexis drove a heel right into the back of her leg. Grimacing in pain, Erica threw her elbow back, aiming for the other brunette's crotch, but willing to settle for hitting anywhere, really.
Grabbing the flung back elbow, Alexis neatly pinned the downed woman's arm between her legs. Grabbing Erica by the hair she tore her head back, slamming her fist directly down as hard as she could. Pulsing with excitement, she kept up the barrage, gripping Erica tightly by the arm and hair, she wouldn't allow the trapped woman to fall. Erica's eyes were glazing over as Alexis beat them purple.
When Erica was finally allowed to fall, it was in a comatose mess, blood pouring from a shattered nose and smashed mouth. She didn't resist as her makeshift panties were roughly yanked off, not even aware of what was going on. The sceptical brunette mumbled incoherently as she was dragged over to the turnbuckle, where Davin waited for the winner.
Alexis dragged Erica to her feet, slamming her against the turnbuckle, she looped the limp brunette's arms over the top ropes and tied her down with the strip of cloth she'd taken. Davin had to hold on tight to the ropes as the vengeful brunette started an onslaught that made him hope Erica died soon. Smashing her knee repeatedly into Erica's pussy, working over her tits and cruelly raking her nails across the suddenly very awake woman's entire body.
Erica's screaming and begging for mercy didn't last long. The second she once again slipped out of conciousness, Alexis let up, wiping a bloody hand across an already bloody forehead, she motioned for her new man to get into the ring.
The crowd cheered as Alexis set up a finisher as special as hers ever were. Getting Davin to climb to the second-from-the-top ropes, she pushed her ass down on Erica's broken face, staining her white panties red as she pulled out the cock that caused a wave of intense jealousy through the female Members watching.
The Brothel Madam took the victory photo herself, getting a shot just as the death buzzer sounded. Erica's body slumped against the turnbuckle, her killer ass-smothering her. The real capstone to the picture was Davin shooting his load down across the perfect tits of Alexis, as always being brought over the edge by the fatal finish of another cursed Member.
WARNING: This is an extreme fantasy with absolutely no founding in reality. If extremish violence and/or fatal-finish combat disturb you then do not read further, seriously.
A Mistress's Revenge
Alexis: Two weeks after avenging her dead husband by executing his accidental killer, Alexis is ready to break her cursed status. Knowing that sooner or later her living grudges will try to bump her off, she is taking the fight to them. Challenging one of her oldest rivals to a private match, where she'll break the curse or die trying (not that she thinks she can lose to a woman she's beaten so many times).
Fun Fact: Not that she'll ever know it, but the night her husband died, Alexis's man was bring Erica home to challenge her. She would have lost to the younger woman, being first out-grappled then beaten to death by the upstart brunette.
Sephine: A blonde with a big grudge to settle. Sephine had been trying to take Alexis's husband non-lethally for over a year. Always challenging the brunette to public matches, she lost seventeen of eighteen fights, twice being slaved for three month stretches. Secretly afraid of fighting a deathmatch, he trusts less in the curse than she does in all her recent training and the rage she feels at having been cheated of the man she wanted more than anything. Her only big regret right now is not killing Erica herself.
Fun Fact: The last of three combat-prone sisters, ephine is happy her siblings didn't live to see her fail to win the man she wanted so many times. Either one would have long ago easily murdered Alexis and taken what they wanted if they were in her place.
Alexis waited on the large bed she shared with Davin ever single night. On her knees, she pulled her lacy top down to just below her nipples, eyes intent on the door as she waited for the rival blonde to show up. She had always taken Sephine's grudge as a joke, but that didn't mean she was going to go easy on her opponent when she finally arrived.
As the brunette once again adjusted her top for maximum titillation, the door blasted open and Sephine quickly strode in right ahead of Davin. The blonde was already topless, having once been strangled by her own bikini top by this very opponent. Wearing a pair of bikini briefs she'd inherited from her mother (a famous Club killer in her own day), she took quick stock of the room and charged immediately.
Davin entered the room right as the pugilistas collided on his bed. Already having spent his first load directly onto Sephine's bare chest (the blonde wanted to make Alexis jealous, he knew she didn't want him at all), he was suddenly hard again as the screaming women rolled back and forth on the covers.
Neither fighter could gain the upper hand as they rolled across the massive mattress. Hands grabbing, nails dragging and fists attempting to punch. Sephine almost instantly got one hand around Alexis's throat while punching the brunette right below the right tit. In retaliatio, Alexis grabbed a handful of blonde hair and yanked Sephine's head back, raking her nails down the side of the screaming blonde's face.
Momentarily on top, Sephine smacked away the hand dragging across her jaw and drove her fist down as hard as she could. Pounding Alexis's head into the soft mattress with extreme force. She laughed prematurely though as Alexis delivered a solid knee to her spine.
As Sephine fell to the side, Alexis tried to flip with her, ending up on top of the thrashing blonde she went to stabilize herself by gripping a large soft tit as she wound up with her free hand. Alexis gasped in surprise as her hand found no purchase, cum-slicked boobs sliding between her fingers as she continued rolling over.
Davin had to move out of the way as his lover pitched over the edge of the bed, landing on her shoulder on the hardwood floor. It had been her own idea to not use the carpeted living room for the fight.
Sephine was on top of her foe in an instant, both hands clasped over the struggling brunette's neck as she excitedly laughed and pushed down with all her weight. Smashing Alexis's head into the floor a few times, Sephine was oblivious to the pain in her back and the nails of the brunette as the choking woman tried to fight her off. Grinning down at the brunette's purpling face, she barely noticed as her bikini bottoms were undone by an excited Davin.
As Alexis passed out, Sephine finally relented, letting go slowly to make sure it wasn't a trap. Looking down at the unconscious brunette she spoke with heaving breathes, "I've seen how your sisters died, you fucking whore. I've been waiting a long time for it to be your turn!" Pressing hands against her sticky tits, Sephine fell forward, mashing her boobs over Alexis's shallowly breathing face.
Davin gripped the blonde champion by the thighs and rammed into her soaked hot box. Her frantic gyrations had him holding on tight as she worked as she worked her pussy harder than she'd ever done before.
Sephine imagined her would-be lover inside her as she finally murdered his wife, cumming constantly as she smothered the limp brunette. Moaning out "He's mine!" over and over again and she felt Alexis spasm and lie still, she detonated with an orgasm that made her black out for a few minutes.
When she finally came to, Sephine had her victory photo taken. A super close-up of her tits pressing down on the limp Alexis. She then left, having no further need of Davin or his cursed cock.
WARNING: This is an extreme fantasy with absolutely no founding in reality. If extremish violence and/or fatal-finish combat disturb you then do not read further, seriously.
No Escape From Fate
Sephine: Having left Davin behind two months ago, Sephine has not forgotten about her "cursed" status (or the orgasmic manner in which she earned it). Not having any real enemies apart from the now dead Alexis, it hasn't really been a problem though. Nonetheless, with her would-be lover also dead, it is time for her to move on, as such she's tracked down another Club male she's always had her eye on. A Club celebrity named Paul, Sephine had little trouble following him to his new girlfriend's place and barging in on the two mid-fuck.
Fun Fact: Mildly superstitious, Sephine has made sure that in the event of her confirmed death the photo of her murdering Alexis will conveniently surface soon after. She wants everyone to know it was she who finally triumphed in their ongoing (and usually one-sided) feud.
Sephine's panties lay torn on the floor as she excitedly rode her new man. She'd kicked down the door expected to possibly be killed by her supposed curse, instead, when Paul's petite blonde lover had charged her she'd deftly sidestepped and sent the woman slamming into the wall. One solid crunch later and the small woman (who's name Sephine never actually tried to learn) had an instantly broken neck. She still lay quivering on the floor where she had fallen as Sephine rewarded herself.
Paul was used to both ambushes and quick deathmatches in his honour, but this was something above the usual. Sephine's incomparably tight cunt squeezed him close to cumming in seconds as his former lover lay broken on the ground. Gripping the murderous blonde's sides he tried to press her down the full length of his cock as she moaned and started whispering to him about her having beat Davin's curse.
Lost in lust, neither heard the already damaged door swing shut as another Member showed up.
Eve: Neighbour to Paul's petite lover, Eve was planning on ambushing the annoyingly loud blonde herself when she saw Sephine literally kick in the door from her door's peephole. Waiting a few minutes for the two to hopefully wear each other out a bit, she now entered to finish both off. A complete sociopath (even more so than most Members) due to a prebirth injury, Eve only does whatever makes her feel good, unfortunately for many women, she gets off on killing and occasionally fucking. Every time Eve wants to get laid, she aims for men with girlfriend's (or wives) so she can sate both thirsts at once.
Fun Fact: Easily the Club's most prolific serial killer, Eve's almost nightly hunting of women in and around the Membership is mostly mistaken for the regular private matches that go on around town. Although in the years since her Club arrival, the death toll has shown an obvious spike.
This would be Eve's sixth time fighting over Paul (he assumes she favours him), and so like the last three times, she wore a white robe she took from one of his lovers. She moved silently as she padded across the apartment's carpeted floor. Stopping in front of her neighbour, she quietly pressed down on the undefended neck as Sephine loudly fucked Paul on the couch. With the man completely absorbed by the blonde's see-through bra covered tits bouncing up and down, Eve had no problem executing the nearly dead woman on the floor without being noticed. The limp blonde gurgled slightly as Eve's heel crushed her already broken neck.
Sephine leaned back, letting out an orgasmic moan as she flooded her new lover's crotch. Feeling hands on her pigtails she assumed they were Paul's, before realizing his were still busy on her hips trying to shove her down the impressive length of his cock. With a scream of surprise and pain her head was ripped backwards, she got one quick look at Eve's impassive face upside down before the brunette slammed her knee upwards.
Paul let loose into Sephine's fear-tightened pussy as the blonde was kneed in the back of the head and tugged off his spurting member. This was hardly the first time Eve had suddenly shown up and interrupted his fucking. She even wore the robe she'd taken off a black warrior he'd dated for three months (the woman was a real dangerous combatant, but Eve had still beaten and killed her in under five minutes).
Eve launched the surprised blonde across the room, twisting her head painfully to the side by the pigtails as she flung her away. While she got little real thrill from combat, the brunette took a certain satisfaction as Sephine's face rolled right into her own victim's crotch. Raising her fists Eve waited for Sephine to recover, calmly stating, "Get up, bitch," to the downed woman.
Sephine screamed in rage and charged from the ground, she only knew Eve by reputation as a deathmatch specialist, but was too angry to care. Rushing forward she couldn't dodge as Eve neatly pivoted and spin-kicked the blonde right above the tits. Heel crushing into Sephine's collarbone with enough force to smash her flat. Rug-burn on her knees, Sephine's top rolled up over her breasts as she skidded face down on the rough carpet.
Eve stepped down hard on the blonde's neck, grabbing a pigtail in one hand and pink bra in the other she yanked on both, finally starting to get a rush as Sephine jerked and struggled beneath her. Pulling hard for several seconds she then took her foot off, dragging the woozy blonde to her knees. She drove her knee up into Sephine's chin several times, till the blonde spat blood over her nice white robe, then hauled her to her feet.
Paul watched intently as Eve tore his new lover apart. A flurry of punches and kicks that backed the blonde across the length of the room, every time Sephine started to fall she was grabbed by the bra and held up just long enough for another devastating blow. Eve aimed her destructive assault mostly at those wonderful tits Paul had been enjoying a minute ago.
Countless punches to the bruised chest, knees to the stomach and pussy, blows to the head and shoulders, Sephine was on her feet but practically unconscious when a final powerful diaphragm-kick smashed her against the wall. She senselessly slumped down to her ass, blood drooling from her mouth.
Once again grabbing Sephine by the pigtails, Eve dragged the limp and broken blonde across the room. Dropping her face-up on the floor between Paul's legs she slammed her now-wet pussy down over Sephine's face. The vicious brunette took the entirety of the cock Sephine couldn't, right between her eager lips. As always it would take a lot to make Eve orgasm, but intensely feeling the beaten blonde's last gasps brought her close. An hour later, an exhausted Paul finally made her gush, bent over the couch above Sephine's limp form as he gave his best doggy-style fucking to his brunette champion.
By the next night. Sephine's body had been found, along with the body of her suspected killer, who died from her injuries. With the release of Sephine's defeat of Alexis, the curse was now considered open. The next match of Davin would be anybodies fight.
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