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.
The Talent Scout
Chapter III
Going Pro
Summer was excited, Wyatt was finally preparing to let her go pro. While her combat proficiency was hardly in question, he wanted her to get more used to the titfighter's life before trying to become one. Now, bare breasted and with her arms tied behind her back, she sought to prove her readiness.
Across the small ring from Summer, her opponent was preparing for combat in identical fashion.
Dahlia- A veteran of the amateur titfighting venues, Dahlia waits in her corner completely unworried. This particular venue "The Titty Twister" has always been her favourite, and half a dozen women have died in this ring at her hands, or rather suffocated beneath her tits. The dangerous brunette has no intention of ever going pro, but will gladly stop Summer from doing it either.
For once, Wyatt was not the only person in Summer's corner. Also there was her new "mentor," a retired pro fighter that spent many years on the titfighting circuit. Eve.
For the past month Eve had been personally training Summer, pinning the cocky brunette over and over again with her large tits perfectly sealed over Summer's face. Her high cost and her near constant fucking of Wyatt were actually well worth it though, Summer had learned more than she'd ever have expected.
Now, Summer planned to show off her new moves, and had even chosen the best amateur titfighter as proof. As she waited for the bell, she worked at the tough rope binding her wrists, there was no chance she'd wear through it though.
The crowd was small, even for an illegal deathmatch venue, the Titty Twister had few regulars. Wyatt had a whole section of cushioned bleacher right behind Summer all to himself. Not including the perpetually horny Eve that ignored the ring entirely while slowly riding his cock. Her back to the fight, Eve could care less if her student died, just that she got money and fucked regularly.
Tonight's match was a simple one, a titsmother-finish only fight. Dahlia's speciality, the busty brunette frequently took part in these hands-behind-the-back matches, rarely losing.
The Titty Twister had no start bell, the huge chested venue owner had a large gong set up behind the main bar. After pouring drinks for a few regulars the bored former fighter picked up a large mallet and absently rang the start of the fight to the death.
GONG!
Summer and Dahlia skipped forward, arms awkwardly bound behind their backs. Circling tightly, the brunettes snarled at one another. Dahlia shook her heavy breasts in Summer's face, "Ready to get up close and personal with these bombs, bitch? I'm gonna enjoy this!"
"Then you'd better enjoy dying you fucking dumbass!" Summer screamed and kicked out at her opponent, catching her right in the side. Hopping from foot to foot, Summer danced backwards as Dahlia tried to advance on her, wincing with each additional strike.
A strong kick to her kneecap having momentarily hobbled her, Dahlia was unable to catch up to the constantly moving Summer. The brunette quickly limped away as Summer cockily shook her ass at the crowd and stuck her tongue out at Dahlia. Shouting, "Fuck this!" Dahlia went to her backup plan and twisted her wrists in opposite directions, easily snapping the tampered bonds that confined her.
Summer laughter died on her lips as her eyes widened in shock. Her own bonds still cruelly tight, as she wasn't personal friends with the venue owner, who had personally affixed the straps. Backing up quickly in horror, Summer ran in to the ropes as Dahlia charged her with fists raised.
As her student took the first few blows, Eve sighed with annoyance and climbed off Wyatt's cock. Making her way to the bar the brunette teacher waited till she was in arms length of the venue owner before suddenly calling out the woman for tampering with a deathmatch. Even if the match was illegal, there were rules that just shouldn't be fucked with.
As her teacher dove across the bar in a flying tackle, Summer was knocked off her feet by a powerful straight punch to the jaw. Collapsing to her knees, Summer's head lolled back and forth as Dahlia gripped her by the scalp with both hands.
Dahlia smashed her knee into Summer's face and screamed in sudden pain. Having reflexively used her already injured leg for the strike, she fell back as Summer slumped listlessly against the ropes.
The small crowd was getting loud and rowdy at the unusually interesting match going on. In the ring you had the cheating Dahlia rolling to her feet as Summer slowly tried standing, gripping the ropes with her bound hands.. As well as at the bar, Eve and the owner madly thrashed back and forth between the counter and the wall of liquor, glass bottles smashing to the the floor every few seconds.
Dahlia chuckled as she found her way to wobbly legs, "That's it, slut, time to finish thi-" The brunette was cut off as Summer spin kicked her across the jaw.
Summer threw all her weight into swinging her foot around, crashing to the floor as blood sprayed from Dahlia's mouth in a wide arc. A moment later, she felt the ring reverberate as Dahlia slammed to the ground as well.
By the bar, Eve grabbed her blonde opponent by the jaw and smashed her head backwards into the wooden wall shelf. Savagely, she kept bashing the screaming woman's head into the sturdy wall, smiling grimly. The blonde was a retired pro fighter named Wendy, and Eve had always hated her for her tendency to only challenge fighters obviously beneath her in skill. As Wendy went limp in her arms, Eve shoved her tits down onto the broken glass covering their feet.
As Wendy's ear-splitting shrieks filled the building, Summer scrambled her way over to the moaning Dahlia. Swinging around on her butt, Summer grunted as she brought her foot down on Dahlia's throat.
Dahlia spat up blood and rolled away as her foe smashed her foot down harder. Gagging and sputtering, the brunette warily stumbled to her knees as she massaged her injured neck. Falling to her ass against the turnbuckle, Dahlia hauled herself to her feet with one arm.
Summer kipped up, rocking on her back for a second before getting her legs under her and launching to her feet. Learning the instant get up move had been one of the first things Eve had forced her to do. In hands free titfights (like this was supposed to be) it was pretty much an essential skill.
Surprised by her foe suddenly standing in front of her, Dahlia threw herself forward in a rush. Smashing her fist into the brunette's cleavage, she grabbed a large tit and tried to tug Summer off balance.
As she was thrown to the side, Summer swung her knee up, using her own falling weight to drive it into Dahlia's ribs. Knocking Dahlia off her feet, Summer got to once again knee her in the bruising ribs as they struck the ground. A wet crunch and Dahlia's pained scream made Summer smile.
As her student somehow held her own against an unbound opponent, Eve calmly took her own enemy apart. Kneeling on the downed Wendy's shoulders, she gave the whimpering blonde a facewash in broken glass and vodka.
Driving her knee into Dahlia's cracked ribs, Summer rolled on top of the hyperventilating brunette. With Dahlia spitting up blood and weakly slapping at her, Summer mashed her tits down over those terrified eyes.
Dahlia barely struggled as strong thighs squeezed her broken ribs. Gagging on blood, she tried to move her face away as Summer's breasts engulfed her head, to no avail.
Summer squeezed her legs with all her might as she pressed her torso down. While she wouldn't have originally thought she had to be taught how to titsmother, she was glad Eve had made her practice hands free smothering. It was a lot harder to perfect a seal when she couldn't hold her breasts together with an arm or two. Straining to keep up the pin and smother, Summer breathed hard from exertion.
GONG!
The reverberating resonant note startled Summer, raising up, she realised Dahlia was long dead. Her smother had lasted a few minutes but the amount of blood pouring from Dahlia's mouth hinted at probable internal haemorrhaging being the real killer. A shattered rib had been crushed right into the dead woman's lungs, drowning her in blood even as she was smothered.
Looking over to the bar, Summer noticed for the first time that Eve wasn't still riding Wyatt. The busty brunette teacher was calmly mixing herself a Bloody Mary, with the splayed out body of the blonde venue owner tits up on the bar. Wendy was gasping in pain as she limply lay on her own counter, glass sticking from her face and ruined tits.
With everyone's attention on her, Eve dropped a stalk of celery into her drink before suddenly raising the gong mallet high in to the air and bringing it down on Wendy's upturned face with a wet crunch. Dropping the bloody hammer carelessly on the bar with a thump, Eve walked back to Wyatt, she never even looked into the ring at her victorious student. Her own dead enemy slackly slid off the bar head-first, her face a pulverised mess.
A ring-girl removed Summer's bonds with a pair of scissors, she was then free to take her victory photo.
As Summer dug her knee in between Dahlia's tits and raised her arms in victory, Eve once again swung her leg over Wyatt and easily slid his cock home. Sipping from her drink as she gently worked her hips, the brunette quietly discussed her student's career with Summer's manager.
Winning a titfight was expected, but beating an unbound opponent, with a titsmother finish no less, that was something special. Summer definitely had what it took to be a pro fighter, Eve had known plenty that would have been killed by Dahlia for sure (Granted those were the fighters that didn't last long, but it was a start).
With Summer having proved herself ready, Wyatt had no qualms about enrolling her in "The Best Bust" titfighter's league. It was time to start making real money, and a name for his busty brunette champion.
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