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 prequel story, taking place a year or so before the events of Part IX
Modern Gladiatrix Entertainment had learned long ago that the various fighters in it's employ did not mix well with the general populace. The cost in legal fees from Gladiatrixes assaulting non-combatants had been an annual embarrassment before the organization established Gladiatrix-only areas in the city.
The city held several dozen such establishments nowadays. Mostly bars and other entertainment services. Any non-combatant entering one was considered responsible for her own well being. As such, the Gladiatrixes mostly only had to deal with one another on a daily basis, thus any sudden violence could be later turned into a grudge match.
Of the Gladiatrix-only businesses, possibly the most popular was the largest of the several brothels. Unique in that it was the only one owned by a man, it attracted hundreds of horny Gladiatrixes every day, many simply for him.
Being that he owned several dozen slaves at any given time and twice that in employed whores, Vincent hardly required Gladiatrixes to get laid. But seeing as he had plenty of full fledged Gladiatrixes wanting to try his well honed skills, he was able to almost daily set them against one another. He enjoyed nothing so much as fucking a victorious fighter on top of her broken enemy.
Tonight though, he had something special in mind. Setting two women who wanted him against one another was easy. But to get some real hatred flowing took a little more work.
Vince had a long history of juggling appointments and setting aside particular hours for individual fighters. As such, it was hardly suspicious to either of his chosen veterans when he gave them very specific times that they should visit him. They both had some recent wins to celebrate, and were looking forward to a private party with the man.
While that was true, Vincent's idea of what kind of party it would be was subtly different from theirs.
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Taylor
Winning Percentage
96%
Outfit
Shiny blue corset, black fishnet leggings
Last Match
Nine days previous, veteran vs rookie gauntlet match, four KO's & one clean kill before tapping out
Kills
50
Crouching on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, Taylor screamed for Vince to fuck her harder as he really did give it his all. The blonde gritted her teeth and buried her face in the plush blanket, holding out as best she could as the brothel owner pounded her as hard as she craved.
Lifting her head, she growled with hate at the huge TV they faced. While it played out the matches from the event she had recently taken part in, it wasn't one of her own fights that it currently showed.
Just over a week ago, Taylor had taken part for the first time in one of the most beloved Gladiatrix traditions. An event held once every few years, pitting five of the most veteran fighters against a unending tide of the newest Gladiatrixes, one at a time.
The veteran's goal was to win as many matches as possible in a row, Taylor herself managed a respectable five, even managing to cleanly execute her first opponent. The rookies meanwhile, tried desperately to kill the dangerous veteran Gladiatrixes. This time around, two of the top fighters had ended up taking on more than they could deal with, and paid the ultimate price. Much to Taylor’s disgust, both veterans had been killed by the same rookie, one having made several knockouts first, the other dying in her first fight, a disgrace.
On screen now, covered in bruises, small scratches and sporting a swollen-shut eye, Taylor's rival Blair dispatched yet another rookie Gladiatrix with an uppercut that nearly took the busty black fighter's head off. The brunette didn't back out though, waving in the next rookie as her unconscious opponent was dragged out of the ring.
As Vince gripped her by the hair and pulled her back on to his cock, Taylor finally exploded. Gasping, she fell to her face as Vincent gripped her by the hips and kept wetly pushing into her.
While Taylor wasn't one to keep a boyfriend, she had jumped at the chance to once again meet up with Vince. The last time she'd been so personally invited, it had been to witness a private match between some of the underperforming brothel slaves. She didn't know what Vincent had planned for tonight, but whatever it was she wanted in.
Vince finished seconds before his pager went off. Ignoring Taylor's shocked looks as he simply got up and left her, he checked to make sure his plans were falling into place.
It was common enough knowledge that Vincent frequently had to leave his lovers, but Taylor was still offended as he promised he'd be back soon. Typically he only had to look in on various Gladiatrix VIP's and oversee the various fights held in the brothel's main room, but there were no fights scheduled for today, and there was nobody more important than Taylor herself.
Rolling onto her back as Vince apologetically left, Taylor focused on the tv instead. Fingering herself to another orgasm as she watched her rival repeatedly knee a petite redheaded rookie in the face. Snarling with anger as the busty brunette once again waved in the next opponent, she watched as Blair's winning streak matched her own. At five, she had bowed out with her life, Blair kept right on fighting.
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Vince didn't have far to go, walking to the next room over, where his other guest was already waiting for him.
Blair
Winning Percentage
92%
Outfit
Black-strap outfit, cupless bra, matching thong
Last Match
Nine days previous, veteran vs rookie gauntlet match, eight KO's before tapping out
Kills
49
As her enemy Taylor's first match from the gauntlet event played out behind her, Blair hungrily worked Vince's cock with her tongue. Judging by how fast he'd arrived after she got to the brothel, and the taste, he'd simply pulled out of whatever slut he was fucking a moment ago to be with her. She loved licking away the lesser Gladiatrix, reveling in the knowledge that he'd probably pulled out leaving the other woman unsatisfied.
Frequently accepting Vincent's invitations, Blair still felt she owed him for covering for her years ago. Before she was even a Gladiatrix, she had snuck into his brothel and attacked the veteran fighter that had recently killed her mother in one of the private rooms. Vince had covered up the murder, after she left the woman a broken corpse.
Now, a veteran herself, Blair still occasionally visited the brothel, but only for Vincent. He typically only called on her when he had a particularly steamy private fight caught on his hidden cameras. Blair liked secretely knowing which Gladiatrixes had used the brothel as their venue for a private spat.
Looking back over her shoulder just in time to catch the moment that Taylor killed a rookie, spin kicking the younger blonde right out of the ring with a wet crack, Blair grinned. While Taylor may have been the only veteran to score a kill, she still had lagged behind the amount of wins Blair herself had accrued.
Having fully removed the taste of whoever Vince had been pity-fucking, Blair clambered up into his lap. As the on-screen Taylor traded first blows with a blue haired and tattooed fighter, Blair pulled her thong aside and slammed her readied pussy down hard with an orgasmic sigh.
An exhausted and bloodied Taylor was just choking her fifth opponent unconscious as Blair finally rolled off of the gasping Vincent. Moaning contentedly at the multiple orgasms she'd both covered him with, and squeezed out of him, the brunette tasted her own fluids as her man got up.
Crawling leisurely off the bed as Vincent unlocked a side door, Blair assumed her had some of his slaves in the next room. It wouldn't be the first time he'd let her watch a private slave fight for free. Walking up right behind him, she wrapped her arms around the man as he kicked the door open so hard it's knob probably cracked the wall.
Laying on her side, Taylor was slowly fingering herself as she watched some more of the gauntlet matches. After her own tapping out, the next veteran had been a ginger fighter she'd often enjoyed watching. The woman had beaten down three rookies before being matched against that new Bikini Babe Dee. As Taylor watched her fellow veteran beaten to death against the turnbuckle by the rookie brunette, the door slammed open, startling her.
Both Blair and Taylor screamed in rage as they made eye contact. Taylor leaping off the bed as Blair pushed herself past Vince and charged. The blonde was just landing on her feet as Blair kicked her right in the corset.
Taylor was blown off her feet before she could ready herself against the charging brunette. Her shoulders hitting the bedspread, she rebounded to the floor rolling. Winded by the blow, she still tried her best to roll right back up to her feet.
Reaching down and grabbing the downed blonde by an ankle, Blair hauled Taylor backwards across the floor on her bared tits. She leaned down too far though and took a strong blow to the jaw as Taylor rolled over, swiping her foot across as hard as she could.
As Blair fell against the bed, Taylor threw herself to her feet. Grabbing Blair's hair with one hand, she raised her other in a fist. Grunting in pain as the brunette jabbed her in the stomach, she was shoved back and Blair pushed her way up off the bed.
With Taylor gripping her by the hair, Blair scowled in pain as she laid into the blonde with both fists. Her yell was matched by Taylor's as both veterans stumbled about the small room, throwing punches as they each tried to shove the other down.
Breaking Taylor's hold with a backhanded fist right to the inside of the blonde's elbow, Blair uppercut her enemy. Kicking out, she smashed her heel right between Taylor's breasts and launched the woman backwards into the television.
On the now shattered screen, the fractured image showed a victorious Dee waving in another veteran, in an unprecedented move for a rookie. Never before had a victorious newcomer aimed at killing two veterans. Now, her arms covered in the dead ginger's blood, the Bikini Babe made history and confidently watched a hugely busty Asian fighter swagger into the ring.
Shoving off the broken television, Taylor shrieked in rage and launched herself at the smugly grinning Blair. Grabbing the woman's black strap outfit, she threw all her weight into toppling her enemy.
The fighters fell to the ground with Taylor on top, the blonde shrieked with enjoyment as she dragged her nails across Blair's face. She was stunned though as the brunette smashed a fist right between her eyes.
Knocking Taylor up into a kneeling position, Blair screamed with anger and rammed her foot in between the blonde's tits. Shoving her leg out straight, she kicked Taylor right back and into the main door.
The brothel main room went from it's usual hubbub of moans and yelling to complete silence as the thin door on the second floor splintered loudly. The private rooms ran in a ring around the main floor, in full view of anyone looking up.
Right now, everyone was looking up as Taylor crashed through the door of one of VIP rooms. The blonde stumbled against the waist high railing overlooking the main room, and pitched over the side.
Blair snarled in anger as she accidentally kicked Taylor right out of the room. She barked out a laugh as the blonde flipped over the railing though. With luck, the bitch would land right on her head. Blair couldn’t be blamed if the blonde’s neck was broken by a completely unplanned fall.
Taylor landed awkwardly, falling the seven feet shoulders down on to a plush couch. Bouncing disjointedly, her feet smashed against a drinks covered table, covering her in glass and half-drunk alcohol.
Laying on her back gasping for air, the blonde groaned as her vision faded in and out. Then she saw Blair looking out over the ledge above and everything snapped into focus. Glaring up at the brunette and her pendulous breasts hanging over the edge, Taylor rolled to the side as her enemy leaped out after her.
As Blair slammed to the floor right where Taylor's head had been, the stunned crowd started cheering. The two veterans had a famous grudge, and everyone wanted to see exactly how this would play out.
Taylor rolled to her feet as Blair pushed herself up off the ground, wincing in pain from having jumped down on to the broken glasses. This was hardly the first time such a thing had happened though, and Vincent had long ago invested in cups that didn't create jagged shards. Still, the chunks were painful to land on from several feet up.
As Blair swore and kicked pieces of glassware off her feet, Taylor stepped up to her and slammed a punch into the brunette's jaw. Ignoring the pain, Blair responded in kind.
As the veterans began throwing everything they had into a fierce brawl, the small crowd of Gladiatrixes screamed in appreciation. With Blair on the defensive, most chanted Taylor's name as she backed the brunette across the room.
Blood sprayed as Blair uppercut the oncoming blonde, knocking her stumbling backwards. Wiping blood away from her own mouth with the back of her fist, the brunette raised her fists to once again advance.
Bracing against another table, Taylor grabbed a full glass of some red drink and hurled it at her enemy. Missing as Blair ducked to the side, the blonde veteran was already moving as her projectile mashed into the face of an excited looking blonde Gladiatrix.
As the Gladiatrix pitched screaming to the ground, blinded by strong alcohol and blood, Taylor speared into Blair, her shoulder ramming in under the woman's heavy breasts. Carrying the brunette right into the surprised audience, Taylor sent women flying as she threw Blair into a group of Gladiatrixes chanting her name.
Her landing broken by flailing bodies, Blair kicked out wildly, catching Taylor in the leg and toppling the blonde. Grabbing a screaming redhead by her hair, the veteran Gladiatrix pulled herself up at the expense of the ginger's scalp.
Tessa
Winning Percentage
66%
Outfit
Red bottoms, matching lingerie top
Last Match
Two hours previous, boxing deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, crotch smother execution
Kills
1
Kneeing the redhead in the face as the woman clawed at her, Blair threw the limp woman at Taylor as the blonde tried to stand. There were yells from behind her as the redhead's friends picked themselves up off the floor, the ginger Gladiatrix having been celebrating her first kill.
Blair screamed in shocked rage as hands grabbed her from behind, preventing her from stomping down on the back of Taylor's head. Somebody shouted, "Fuck her up!" a moment before Blair's fist took out several of the woman's teeth. Her head ripped back by multiple hands tugging on her hair, the brunette gasped in agony as she was kneed hard in the spine.
The crowd exploded at the interruption. Blair was free almost immediately as the women holding her were tackled by a disparate group of fighters. The kneeling woman who's teeth she'd bashed out was buried beneath several Gladiatrixes that reached her first, and where themselves shoved over by those behind.
In the confusion, Taylor rolled out from under the stunned redhead and clambered backwards onto a couch. As the newly released Blair charged her, the blonde raised both her feet, digging her heels into the woman's bare tits. As her feet sunk into the large breasts, Taylor regretted taking off her sharply heeled shoes earlier. Her shoulders digging into the cushions, Taylor kicked out as hard as she could.
Blair was launched backwards into the growing melee. Tessa's friends were not simply fighting back at everyone else, several smaller fistfights had also broken out. One Gladiatrix, pissed at being shoved forward, had rounded on the unsuspecting woman behind her and attacked. That fighter had retaliated and accidentally punched another trying to back away, who had crashed into a table and flung drinks all over a watching group. The pure chaos exploded like wildfire as the charged up fighters each tried to choose sides when there were none.
Once again pulling herself up a screaming woman, Blair dug her nails into a shrieking blonde's tender breasts and pushed herself up as the confused Gladiatrix pitched to the ground under uncaring feet. Lurching away from the pitched battle, the brunette advanced on Taylor as the veteran blonde got up off the couch
This time Taylor was on the defensive. The blonde was pushed stumbling back across the room as Blair hammered her in the face. Returning shots into the brunette's swollen tits, Taylor stumbled erratically, doing her best to dodge the heavy blows to her head.
Grimacing with every hit to her aching chest, Blair knocked her enemy to the ground with a backhanded fist across the jaw. Breathing heavily, she scowled down at the limp Taylor. While they had been in private, she could have taken her time torturing the bitch to death, but now, she could only watch as her rival lay helpless right in front of her.
Finally taking stock of her surroundings, Blair laughed at the complete anarchy around her. The small group of fighters she'd crashed into before were all down by now. Beaten into quivering pulps as the Gladiatrixes above them fought on regardless.
With Taylor out of the picture, Blair suddenly found herself just as viable a target as any other Gladiatrix. She dodged back as a jobber that had been hanging back from the fighting charged.
Summer
Winning Percentage
33%
Outfit
White mesh top with matching panties
Last Match
Three days previous, smother-only wrestling match, loss, ass smothered
Kills
2
A would-be titfighter and frequently humiliated jobber, Summer had been "biding her time" by hiding behind a couch as the brawl expanded from just the two veterans to the several dozen Gladiatrixes now scattered about the room. Now, seeing the injured Blair standing all by herself, the brunette decided it was time to finally make a name for herself.
"Brave little bitch aren't you?" Blair sneered as she effortlessly dodged the busty jobbers charging punch. Maneuvering behind the surprised brunette, the veteran drove her elbow into the back of Summer's skull.
Summer's eyes were rolling as he fell to her knees, and landed tits down on Taylor's upturned face. She screamed in pain a moment later as Blair knee dropped on to her shoulders.
Waking up as Summer's huge breasts slammed down on her face, Taylor went ballistic, slashing her nails up at what he thought was Blair. Summer's shrieks of agony as her boobs were clawed bloody were cut off as Blair hauled back on her hair.
Keeping the jobber pressed down, Blair grinned as she smothered Taylor with the lesser Gladiatrix's tits. Technicalities were a big part of Gladiatrix court cases, and technically it would be Summer who murdered Taylor in front of a room of witnesses. MGE would surely see the profit in aquitting one of it's most popular veterans and putting some random jobber to death instead.
As Taylor's maddly slashing claws slowed, just tugging weakly at the bloodstained mesh top, Blair pushed down the shuddering Summer with all her weight. Lowering a hand to her crotch, the brunette rubbed her overstimulated clit at the thought of finally killing her old rival. Her head was suddenly snapped forward though at a strong blow from behind.
As Blair rolled forward, away from the surprise blow, Taylor managed to move her face out from under Summer's tits, gasping for air. The blonde grunted in pain as her savior stepped on her stomach in following after the recovering Blair.
Ferrari
Winning Percentage
80%
Outfit
White transparent negligee, matching panties and leggings
Last Match
one day previous, wrestling sexfight, win, chokeout finish, five forced orgasms
Kills
7
A skilled Gladiatrix, and Vincent's top brothel worker, Ferrari typically prefers to fuck her opponents than she does to beat them down. But Blair is a special exception, as the dark-skinned brunette (correctly) believes that the busty veteran murdered her mother.
Having heard the commotion from a private room, Ferrari had hurried in just to watch whatever fight had broken out in the main room. Seeing Blair though, injured, and unaware of her surroundings, the Gladiatrix whore couldn't help herself.
Kicking Blair in the back of the head, Ferrari didn't pay any attention to having saved Taylor's life. Stalking after the rolling brunette as she found her feet, Ferrari let out a yell and snapped a kick into Blair's jaw.
Blair nearly wanted to laugh. Ferrari had been years away from being a Gladiatrix when she tortured her bitch mother to death. Presumably the brunette whore had deduced that her mother disappearing the night after killing Blair's own was no coincidence.
Blocking Ferrari's next strong kick with both forearms, Blair was knocked against a couch. Kicking out wildly to fend off the standing brunette, Blair shoved herself up in one lurching motion. Standing opposite the snarling brunette Gladiatrix, she waved the woman forward with a small smile, "Come on then, bitch, show me what you got."
Ferrari took a strong punch to the jaw as she stepped in close, driving a punch of her own into Blair's swollen tits. A palm strike under her chin knocked her back hard though.
Blair was surprised as Ferrari managed to completely dodge her followup strike, she was exhausted and slowing down. She gagged as the bitch kicked her hard in the solar plexus, almost knocking her off her feet.
Screaming in exhilaration, Ferrari drove her heel into Blair's breasts and blasted her off her feet. Laughing despite the blood pooling in her mouth, the brunette advanced. With Blair downed, her shoulders on the couch, Ferrari had a direct shot at the woman's throat.
Ferrari mad laughter cut off as she was yanked backwards just as she stomped down on Blair's exposed throat. Screaming in agony as she was struck heavily in the small of the back, she twisted around to look at her attacker.
Taylor smashed her elbow across Ferrari's mouth as the woman turned to face her, sending blood spraying across the recovering Blair. Screaming, "She's mine!" the blonde dragged her knuckles across the brunette's eye, spinning her back around.
Blair swung her foot up between Ferrari's spread legs as Taylor held the stunned woman up by her clothing. Standing slowly as the brunette sunk to her knees, she ignored taylor as much as the blonde ignored her. Both focused entirely on the weeping brunette between them.
With a wet crunch, both veteran's drove their knees forward into Ferrari's head. Blair crushing the woman's nose as Taylor smashed her forward from behind. As the brunette sagged in Taylor's grip, both veteran's repeated the attack.
Watching calmly from above, Vince winced as his top performer begged for mercy as his two lovers crushed her head between them. Unfortunately for Ferrari, she stayed conscious despite the repeated blows. The beaten brunette pissed her white panties in terror as her shattered nose was once again bashed in.
On the sixth joint blow, Taylor finally let go and allowed the limp Ferrari to collapse in a motionless heap to the floor. The blonde wasted no time and smashed a punch into Blair's throat, but was in turn struck by a blow right between the eyes.
Blinded by blood, Taylor flailed wildly, smashing her wrist across Blair's face as she stumbled away. Wiping blood out of her eyes, the blonde tripped over an ottoman and just narrowly avoided being kicked in the ribs as a coughing Blair followed her.
Kicking the ottoman into Blair's legs, Taylor scrambled to her feet and kept backing away. Falling against the stairs up to the second floor, she pulled herself up on hands and knees as Blair fell against the wall, glaring up at her.
Looking back at the slowly advancing Blair, Taylor screamed as she was suddenly hauled up by her hair.
Andrea
Winning Percentage
96%
Outfit
Teal bra and bottoms
Last Match
Six days previous, four way cagematch, win, two KO's
Kills
20
Chuckling to herself, veteran brawler Andrea lifted the bruised and bloodied blonde up off the stairs. Watching with enjoyment as other Gladiatrixes tore one another apart, it had been her plan to come down in a few minutes, and see just how many injured and tired fighters she could beat to a bloody pulp. Now, with Taylor and Blair coming up the stairs, she had decided to start early.
Taylor groaned in pain as Andrea's strong hands easily lifted her. Growling, the blonde drove her hand up into the black fighter's crotch and dug her nails in. Heaving up with all her strength, Taylor slammed into the stairs as she pushed the shocked Gladiatrix to the tips of her toes, and sent her tumbling forward.
Blair had to flatten against the wall to avoid being hit as Taylor practically threw Andrea at her. The screaming black fighter toppled down the stairs face first, crashing against the hard edges on every stair, there were several sharp snaps as she disjointedly tumbled downward. By the time Andrea hit the bottom of the short stairway, she was utterly silent and twitching spastically.
Laughing so hard she started choking on blood, Taylor turned and scrambled up the few remaining steps as Blair ran up after her. Andrea was a strong fighter, and had frequently won two on one fights, and there was a very good chance that the blonde had just killed her. Taylor cackled at the thought of the tough chick dying so easily.
Using the railing to pull herself to her feet, Taylor kicked Blair right in the tits as the brunette got to the top of the stairs. She screamed as Blair caught her second kick with both arms though.
Pushing forward, Blair grabbed Taylor by the scalp, and rammed her head into the railing with a satisfying crack. Yanking the dazed blonde back, she prepared to smash the bitch's brains out on the wooden railing.
Taylor's elbow smashed up under Blair's chin and knocked the brunette back. Bracing herself against the railing with both arms, the blonde kicked out with everything she had. Breaking a toe as she smashed her foot into Blair's ribs, Taylor collapsed in agony, the back of her head cracking against the railing as her enemy's made a dent in the opposite wall.
Vincent shook his head in amazement as his two lovers lay beaten and exhausted in the narrow walking area. Legs tangled as they breathed shallowly in unison. He had been sure that setting the two of them against one another would be a fight to remember, but had never expected something like this.
Down in the brothel's main area, recently arrived medics were pulling any unconscious Gladiatrixes away from the few small remaining pockets of violence. Surprisingly, the redheaded Tessa was back on her feet, standing over the limp bodies of two of her friends as she fought off a black fighter that was trying to get at one of the helpless women over some long standing grudge.
Watching the beleaguered ginger put her opponent down with a series of faceshots, Vincent considered helping her celebrate her recent win personally. With Taylor and Blair out of commision, he needed to find another lover before everyone left for the hospital.
Ferrari's body had already been pulled aside and covered with a black sheet by the medics, too far gone to be helped. Vince could only imagine who else might be beyond saving in the pile of senseless Gladiatrixes. The riot that Taylor and Blair had begun, merely by trying to fight their own battle, had involved some forty Gladiatrix patrons of his establishment. Including the few of his employed Gladiatrixes like Ferrari that jumped in, the number of combatants in the chaotic melee was nearer to fifty. Vincent considered the night a success, even if his lovers hadn't been able to appropriately end their feud. There would be other nights for sure.
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