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    The Talent Scout (Part XV)

    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 IV
    The Big Leagues

    Wyatt was Summer’s manager, boyfriend and possibly her only real friend, but even he sometimes could not dissuade her when she got an idea in to her head. Such as ambushing and killing one of the most dangerous women in her fighting league.

    Somehow the excited brunette had gotten access to the key cards that would get her unimpeded around the Best Bust’s main fighting arena. From VIP rooms to private fighter’s chambers to everywhere in between. She’d cheekily avoided answering where she’d gotten the treasure, but brought home plenty of stolen items from the Arena as proof. Now she said she was finally going to use the keys “what they were meant for,” which apparently meant brutally murdering a fighter right after she fought a match.

    It had been months since Summer’s disastrous entrance to the pro leagues. It had taken all that time to even start to be taken seriously as a fighter. Summer had embarked on the kind of fighting spree that was typically reserved for only the most suicidal.

    Beating, smothering and frequently killing was not enough though, her career hadn’t recovered till she “led” a five woman fight team against an equally large team from the Boxer’s league. Personally killing three of the enemy, and keeping her entire team alive (although all but one other were knocked unconscious). Since then, she’s been at the top of the lists for pros under a year.

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    But Summer’s aspiration are higher than the top of the least impressive lists. She is aiming higher, she wants the Titfight Championship within her first year of going pro. So putting on a pair of bikini bottoms (according to Summer, they were “the” style for ambushing in the private area), Summer dragged Wyatt out of the house over his ineffectual warnings. She had her eyes on getting one step closer to the Championship tonight.

    Once per year, the Titfight Champion sat in attendance over a sixteen woman tournament, having to fight the tournament winner at the conclusion in a title match. It had now been six months since the current Champ had defended her title (killing the lone survivor of the tournament in only a few minutes), and as such, the list of future tournament fighters had just been released. For the next six months some of those volunteers, popular fighters all, would have a target on their backs, hounded by those volunteers who didn’t make the cut. For others it would help keep them alive, as the fighters who hated them left them to die in the tournament instead of risking fighting them.

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    Tonya: A crowd favourite, and longtime veteran of the Titfighter’s league, Tonya is rated #1 in the tournament lists. Having spent years as an impressive but unambitious fighter, the busty brunette is looking to retire, but wants the prestige and immortality that being a Champ bring first. Fighting a deathmatch maybe every six months for the past few years (like most fighters, she began her career fighting and killing frequently, only to slow down when she realised one moment of poor luck would kill her ignominiously), since being revealed as a tournament volunteer she’d had three challenges, all now corpses. Tonya just finished that third fight, her blonde opponent Sophie had been the first real dangerous match she’d had since the challenges began. Smothering the younger woman had been difficult, but the determined brunette had eventually lifted her heavy breasts off of the dead blonde’s face, leaving her bloody body suspended on the ropes as she made her way to the showers.

    Summer was positively giddy as she led Wyatt into the private chambers, they had watched Tonya’s match and it had electrified his brunette lover. Unlike the bookies, at 50/50 odds, both Summer and Wyatt had guessed Tonya would be the winner, Summer had even put quite a lot of money down on that bet. Wyatt had no idea how Summer knew which unlabelled area was Tonya’s but the brunette seemed so sure that he just had to trust they weren’t walking in on one of the fighters preparing for her own match. Just being caught uninvited in a fighter’s private section could warrant execution.

    Steam rolled out of the showers, every showerhead apparently being turned on full blast. The room was meant for use by full ten woman teams (not that that happened very frequently), but Tonya, like many victorious fighters, would be standing in the middle of the washed out room.

    Summer first dug through a purse Tonya had left out, finding the relaxing woman’s phone, she giggled that it was unlocked, any private matches Tonya had on it were now Summer’s too. Fighters only set encryption when their phone wasn’t on them, and this was supposed to be a safe place.

    Wyatt followed Summer into the steam to find Tonya with her back to them, the brunette was indeed standing in the center of the baths. A halo of red water streaking away from her to many drains as she scrubbed the dead Sophie’s blood off her slightly bruised tits. Wearing her soaked fighting outfit still, the unsuspecting brunette idly watched a waterproof screen at the back of the showers. Wyatt was surprised it wasn’t playing her recent win, but instead was some old footage of her fighting the current Champ, when they were younger.

    Tonya turned in surprise as Summer charged her, splashing across the tiled floor in a dead run at the equally busty brunette. Summer’s punch drew blood, spraying it from Tonya’s mouth as she threw her whole weight into slamming the woman in the face.

    Summer stood over her foe as the brunette smashed to the wet tile in a heap, chest heaving in excitement. “I’m getting into that tournament, bitch. And you’re in my way!” Finishing with a yell, she stomped on Tonya’s knee as hard as she could.

    Tonya was shocked, she’d never heard of anyone being attacked in the private areas (both Tessa and Summer had been able to hide their murders), nevertheless she recovered quickly and spun her good leg around. Wishing she’d kept her heels on, she swept Summer’s legs out from under her. The attacking brunette fell to her blue-covered ass with a splash, gasping as she hit her tailbone on the tile.

    Wyatt kept off to the side as the brunettes screamed mutual hatred and met up on their knees. Tonya dug her nails into his lover’s large tits, while Summer went for the much more straightforward method of smashing her fists into her enemies breasts and face.

    It didn’t take Tonya long to realise Summer’s method was more effective. Tired and bruised as she was from her own match a few minutes ago, she started matching her attacker blow for blow. Driving her gloved fists into Summer’s reddened chest as her own bruised boobs continued to take a pounding.

    Wet slaps accompanied each hit as the battered brunette’s beat one another mercilessly, occasionally one would try to get up only to be dragged back down to her knees. Summer changed up the routine first, lunging forward to smash headlong into the exhausted Tonya. Cracking skulls with her opponent, Summer collapsed on top of the older woman, tits covering the upturned face.

    Equally stunned by the headblow, Summer didn’t solidify the smother, laying limply on top of the spread eagle Tonya. It was Tonya who recovered first, although not by much. She rolled Summer to the side and groggily crawled out from under her.

    With a snarl, Summer came to with sudden ferocity, reaching out she dug her nails in under Tonya’s panties and hauled her backwards by the shorthairs. Tonya’s gagging scream was music to her ears as she dragged the woman back across the tile.

    Tonya kicked Summer right in the tits, tearing out her own pubic hair as she launched the ambushing brunette away laughing. Crying out in pain, Tonya rubbed at the her crotch as her white panties started to stain red. Scrambling on the slick floor, she moved to get around Summer. If she escaped, the moderators would beat Summer half to death with clubs for the attempted murder, and let her finish the job personally.

    Summer wasn’t going to let that happen, grabbing Tonya’s ankle, she ripped her hand up, sending Tonya crashing face first into the hard floor with a crack. Grinning widely despite the pain in her bruised tits, Summer gripped Tonya by the feet and slid her screaming across the floor, her tits making brief furrows in the pooled water.

    Tonya’s scream changed pitch as Summer’s foot collided with her injured cunt. Wailing in agony, the so recently victorious brunette was kicked over and over again as Summer herself screamed in excitement.

    Summer held Tonya upside down by her ankles, slamming her knee over and over into the woman’s crotch and stomping down on the underside of her tits. Finally releasing her beaten opponent, Summer gasped in ecstasy as the veteran splashed to the floor on her face. Wiping blood from her mouth, Summer giggled and shook her tits at the prone Tonya, “You’re not going to be in my way for much longer, whore!” Reaching down, she hauled Tonya to a sitting position by her hair, “But first, you’re gonna teach me some of your veteran-slut tricks!”

    At Summer’s insistence, Wyatt fully entered the showers as she held the beaten Tonya forward. Cupping the beaten brunette’s swollen tits from behind as she looked him in the eye, “This cuntrag is supposedly the best titfucker in the city, “ she shook the groaning Tonya’s boobs for emphasis, “Wanna try ‘em out, babe? Last chance!”

    Beaten and bloodied, Tonya still moaned throatily as Wyatt’s cock slipped between her tits, completely by reflex. Her reputation was well earned, as even with her every movement guided by Summer’s hand, her soft tits were still the best Wyatt had ever fucked. His hands covered Summer’s as he forced his dick downwards between the swollen breasts, pushing them together so hard that Tonya gasped out in new pain.

    Several minutes passed before Wyatt was gasping just as much as the excited Summer and wounded Tonya. Just before he came, Summer yanked Tonya back and away, slamming a fist into the surprised woman’s nose, she turned back and deepthroated her man’s cock.

    Her lips dripping spunk, Summer whipped around and mashed her own chest down over Tonya’s broken nose. Grabbed by the hips by Wyatt, she groaned as he yanked her bikini bottoms down and rammed his steeled member home.

    Between the still conscious (if badly injured) Tonya struggling beneath her and Wyatt’s rabid fucking, Summer barely managed to keep the smother up. Blocking Tonya’s breathing, Summer muttered, “Come on, bitch, just go to sleep,” as she pressed down with everything she had.

    When Tonya finally stopped struggling, Summer breathed a sigh of relief and lifted off her, held up by Wyatt’s hands on her tits. Repositioning, she rammed her pussy down right over the doomed woman’s face as she put her new titfucking knowledge to use, kissing Wyatt’s stomach as he slid downwards between her perfect tits. She rocked her hips gently, stimulating herself on the doomed Tonya's reddening face.

    Cumming with delight at the realisation that Tonya wasn’t breathing any longer, Summer laughed up at her man, “One step closer to the Championship, babe.” Summer wasn’t exactly at the top of the volunteer pool, but every listed fighter that died or “disappeared” made it that much more likely she would be joining the tournament in a few months.

    When Wyatt asked what they would do with the body, covered in genetic evidence and clearly murdered in a supposedly safe place, Summer just laughed. Saying she had “A place for stashing dead sluts like this.”
    Last edited by mcgoll; July 7th, 2017 at 06:15 AM.

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