Bridal Suite Battles (Part 2)

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Part one can be found here!

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.

When Milo returned to his new wife after checking that Shyla would be all right, it was to find her waiting for him despite her obvious exhaustion. Sitting on the rumpled bed clutching a pillow to her front. Tired and injured as she was, she needed several questioned answered.

Milo was surprised to find he didn't have to lie to Sheri.

First she wanted to know if he was already aware of Shyla's combat proficiency before tonight. He admitted that the blonde was the sole reason none of his previous relationships had lasted very long. Sheri grimaced at the realisation that, just through that, Shyla had killed at least eight good fighters, double her own score (and possibly more besides).

Second she asked if he'd avoided entering Shyla in the tournament just to avoid spoiling the blonde's ruse. He had, Shyla was a well known jobber, losing almost every match she had ever been in. If she had fought in the tournament it would have looked suspicious, especially if she was tempted to fight with all her might.

Thirdly, and with a grin, Sheri wanted to know if Shyla was her final real challenge to being with him. The blonde was, although what he left out was that the entire affair had been Shyla's idea. She wanted to find a good fighter and battle her for the biggest stakes available. Attacking a new bride after a massive tourney ensured a decent fight for once.

With her questions answered, Sheri threw the pillow away to reveal she had removed her panties. Laying back she shook her tits at Milo and spread her legs. As Milo climbed on top of the horny brunette, she switched on the bedroom TV, it was her favourite way to fuck, while watching a previous win on the big screen.

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The last fight of the third round, and by far the most anticipated of the night. Of the six fighters seen in the ring tonight, two had been slain, and the crowd hoped to see a third before the round was over.


Sheri had no idea who her opponent would be, as she was kept in a sealed room awaiting her match. She knew each of the seven potentials and had spent the last week obsessively watching their previous matches (interspersed with watching her own), making mental notes on each enemy.

A buzzer at her door letting her know it was time to come out, she strode out proudly. Wearing the outfit she stripped off the body of her enemy in the second round, Sheri raised her arms and marched out into the lights.

Massive video screens placed all around the arena blared an anthem she had chosen (a song called "Fuck Her Up" by a local punk band) while a montage video of her fighting played out. Several screens showed her walking towards the ring from multiple angles, while the rest were of her edited fight scenes. A new addition to her intro was repeated shots of her slamming a frizzy haired redhead into the turnbuckle, video from last weeks match.

As Sheri took her place in the red corner, waving to her screaming fans, her video ending on a shot of her throwing the redhead out of the ring, the opposing sides buzzer blared.


Doors opening, Sheri finally got a look at her opponent. The blonde "bra buster" herself, Katie, and just about the last tourney fighter Sheri had wanted to see. While not the bustiest fighter around, Katie had earned her nickname when in her first deathmatch, her brassier (like many fighters, she always wore them a size or two too small) exploded just before the first punch was thrown. A metal clasp digging into her opponent's eye, Katie had won the match with zero difficulty and started a long career of brutal matches.

Katie's intro song was much more mellow than Sheri's, a soft melodic ballad (while she played it without lyrics, the song "Smothering the Mistress" was a classic) to go along with the much more pornographic intro video. All six of Katie's deathmatches were shown, immediately followed by the victory sex she had enjoyed after each one. Milo was in the two final ones. One a few weeks before the tourney, and much to Sheri's surprise and anger, one clearly from this past week.

In tournaments like this, the man being warred over was supposed to avoid sleeping with any of the fighters. There was no actual rule against it but it avoided there being any obvious favourites. Katie had just proven that Milo had chosen her, with most of the betting in her favour already, the bias seemed natural.

Sheri's confidence and excitement faded, giving way to pure rage as she watched Katie's intro. It showed the blonde, covered in her opponent's blood, beating one of the city's most famous boxers to death against the ropes. Then that faded only to be replaced by an image from a room identical to Sheri's own ready room. It was of Katie, still spattered in blood, riding Milo for all she was worth.

As Katie slipped through the ropes, Sheri menacingly advanced on her. The blonde's heavy tits, already uncovered (in her first tourney match, Katie's opponent had gotten her hands on Katie's bra and nearly choked her out with it) knocked into Sheri's as she stood straight, her back to the ropes. Giggling, the blonde placed her hands on Sheri's cupless bra and pulled the string tight before letting it go with a snap. "Those are some big tits, babe. Gonna make for some easy targets."

Sheri pushed forward, flattening her large breasts against Katie's equally expansive chest. Hissing, "I'm going to tear yours off, slut!" The brunette spat right between Katie's eyes before storming back to her corner. In sizing up the blonde she'd gained some confidence. The indomitable Katie was smaller than her, if only just, and those tits felt soft, soft enough to punish.

Milo rang the start bell himself, but not for several minutes. Waiting till the women about to fight over him were anxiously bouncing in their corners. Sheri's knuckles gripped the top ropes behind her so hard they were bright white.

When the bell finally rang out, both fighters charged forward with equally loud screams of rage. As they met in the ring centre, Katie swung her fist out wide, hoping to catch Sheri right on the jaw. While the shot connected, the blonde was surprised as Sheri plunged right into her. Nails outstretched as she rammed both arms into Katie's breasts.

Katie wore nothing over her leggings, affording her almost bare feet much better grip than the black pumps Sheri wore. Despite this, Sheri's greater weight and slightly crouched stance gave her leverage as she threw herself forward. Katie shrieked in surprise and agony as manicured nails dug into the soft flesh under her man-pleasing tits.

Sheri dug her heels into the floor as she twisted her nails into Katie's breasts. Putting her head down, she backed the flailing blonde across the ring, ignoring a battery of half-power blows to the back and sides.

Grabbing Sheri by the sides to brace herself, Katie groaned with exertion and raised her knee as hard as she could, slamming it between the brunette's hanging tits. Finally free from the surprise assault, Katie fell back against the ropes, whimpering as she cradled her ravaged breasts.

Sheri rolled to her knees easily, chuckling as she wiped a bloody hand across her eyes to clear hair from her face. Her nails had done a good job on her enemy, tears streamed from Katie's eyes and blood leaked through her fingers to dot the mat. Sheri charged again before the blonde could recover.

Shrieking in pained anger, Katie kicked out and luckily caught Sheri right in the shoulder as she leapt forward. Nearly being pushed backwards out of the ring by the busty brunette's momentum, Katie flopped on the top ropes before spinning off and smashing to the mat on her already injured breasts.

Rolling under the bottom ropes, Sheri missed her chance to grab hold and fell right out of the ring. Landing heavily on her side, the brunette's head cracked against pavement and sent her eyes spinning. Gripping the ring skirt with one hand, Sheri hauled herself to a sitting position and slowly got to her feet.

Katie threw herself out of the ring with a scream, her bloody tits enveloping Sheri's face as the brunette turned towards her. Together, the fighters slammed to the pavement, bouncing in a tangle of limbs as they both scratched against the rough floor.

Milo had to lean out of his private box to look down at his two lovers rolling on the floor beneath him.

Sheri ended up beneath the bra-busting tits of her enemy, mouth filling with blood as she wildly thrashed to avoid having Katie seal her in. Driving a fist over and over again into Katie's ribs, Sheri bit down hard and ground her teeth ruthlessly.

The crowd cheered as Katie's pained howling filled the arena. The only times a titsmother were recommended were in non-biting matches (these fights were all no-holds-bared) and after an opponent was too weak to fight back anyway. It soon became apparent that Katie was actually trying to disengage but was held tight by Sheri's thighs wrapped around her midsection.

Sheri's bloodsoaked face was finally seen by the crowd as she, gripping a ruined tit in each hand, forced the openly weeping Katie up and off her. Roughly rolling Katie on to her back, Sheri sat on the blonde, pinning arms by her sides.

Once again giggling, Sheri tested out her mount, bouncing up and down on Katie's ribcage. Squeezing her thighs together to crush Katie's bloody breasts, the brunette had completely forgotten her own injuries in her excitement.

The ecstatic crowd counted out the number of backhands Sheri inflicted on the trapped Katie. When they got to thirty the brunette gave her aching hand a rest and began once again clawing the blonde's slick breasts.

With Katie going into shock, pale from blood loss and hyperventilating, Sheri finally got off her. With all her own hurts catching up, it took her a few seconds to stand up straight.

Waving up at Milo, Sheri blew him a kiss, with her face, boobs and crotch soaked in Katie's blood, he found her beautiful. Bending over, Sheri gripped her defeated opponent by the hair and hauled her up. The rules stated that anything was allowed, right up until one fighter lost consciousness, and Katie's terror-filled eyes were still very much open.

Milo felt the impact as Katie was smashed in to the wood panelling below him. The crowd counted out two more smashes as Sheri rammed the blonde's face against the wall.

Sheri hauled back the limp Katie and glared at her broken face, the blonde spat up blood and mouthed the word "Mercy," at her.

Shrieking, "Fuck you! DIE!" Sheri gripped golden hair with both hands and threw all her weight into crushing Katie against the wall.

The crowd went wild as Katie's ragdoll body was dropped to the pavement in a pool of blood. The announcer happily confirming that they had, for the third time that evening, watched a "clean" kill be made. Sheri's name was chanted with enough force to shake the arena air as she placed a foot on the back of her dead enemies head as her photo was taken.

Bright crimson from the crown of her head to the bottom of her pumps, Sheri stood flexing over her kill. Katie's ass stuck straight up and her busted face, tongue sticking out, pointed at the camera.

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Sheri passed out for a few seconds she came so hard, watching her video self standing with one foot on Katie's head. That following week she had been the fighter Milo had shown favouritism for.

Milo rolled the unconscious Sheri off of his cock, she'd passed out in the cowgirl position. Waking briefly when she hit the bed, Sheri didn't even clean off her cum-slick thighs as Milo tucked her in for some actual rest. Some of the drugs he'd given Shyla and Sheri were good at healing all but serious wounds, but they worked better on a sleeping body.

With Sheri taken care of for now, Milo headed off to check in on his blonde lover. He made sure to lock Sheri in her bedroom, not that he figured she'd be waking up for some time.

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