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.
Modern Gladiatrix Entertainment was always on the lookout for a viewer drawing event. Loss of life always being considered far less than an increase in profits. Such that when a popular establishment promised sold out seats, and maximum online viewership, officials scrambled to entice the Gladiatrixes the venue's owner wanted to take part.
Last night had been an exciting time at the city's largest Gladiatrix-only brothel, and today was expected to be even more explosive. Hosting a three day, eight woman tournament was certainly good for business. Not that the money was what had prompted the event.
Vincent, the brothel's owner, looked out over the packed venue from the narrow walkway of the place's second floor. The place was wall to wall with Gladiatrixes and brothel workers, the usual plush furniture covered with women making use of his sex slaves and hired whores.
The only real space in the expansive main room below was a purposefully shabby boxing ring. Small, with slack multicoloured ropes, and placed over rough mats that would shift underfoot, the fighting area was barely removed from it's soon to be screaming audience. Vince knew his guests would want to be inches from the action.
Below, surrounded by her friends, and no few slaves, Vince's girlfriend reigned like a queen. While he had been the one to set everything up, she had chosen the list of Gladiatrixes, and pressured him into making the necessary arrangements.
Tessa
Winning Percentage
69%
Outfit
Transparent black outfit
Last Match
Six days previous, cage match, loss, beatdown finish, post KO sexual humiliation
Kills
3
The latest in Vince's long line of "girlfriends," Tessa had begun as a brothel regular, trying her best to gain his attention with her looks and combat ability, with modest success. But stealing him away from his previous lover had taken a little bit more.
It had taken sending him a video. Filmed on a cheap floating camera that had trouble following the action as the redhead brawled with his busty black girlfriend on some cliffside overlooking the city. Tessa was hardly the most talented Gladiatrix, and was at a clear disadvantage, but after watching her tear her enemy's pubic hair out, claw her large tits into a ragged mess and throw her screaming over the edge, Vincent figured the redhead was worth pursuing.
Now, Tessa laughed and placed bets with her friends on what the outcomes would be tonight. The previous day had seen the eight participating Gladiatrixes whittled down to four, in a series of brutal fights. In each one, the victorious fighter had made full use of the buildings full stock of ex toys, humiliating and abusing the loser before knocking her out for the win.
Those losers had been made slaves, expected to do their mistresses bidding for the next month without question or issue. In some cases, those women forced into such degradation should probably have been considering themselves lucky. For this day and tomorrow, the finale, all fights would end in the death of a combatant.
Gripping the wooden railing till his knuckles went white, Vincent groaned as he came hard between the lips of one of last nights victors. While Tessa was certainly one of his more jealous girlfriends (having consistently refused to share him, several times lethally), she wasn't about to tell an audience of Gladiatrixes that the match winners weren't allowed victory fucks in a brothel.
With the night' first match soon to begin, the confidently smirking brunette Gladiatrix rose up from her knees. Swaying her hips widely, she walked towards the staircase in full view of anyone looking up, including the suddenly frowning Tessa.
Sara
Winning Percentage
80%
Outfit
White bottoms with black stripes
Last Match
One day previous, brothel match, win, choking finish, pre KO sexual humiliation
Kills
10
The slim brunette Gladiatrix had been at the top of Tessa's list, although the redhead had been hoping for Sara to be beaten in the first round. Wanting originally to buy an enslaved Sara for the brothel, she now clearly wanted to see the woman tortured to death judging by her sullen glares.
Vincent had very much enjoyed Sara's performance in the first round. Overseen by her stern teacher Blair, the brunette fighter had taken on a longtime veteran named Ruby, and completely demolished her in front of the screaming crowd. Nearly kicking the older brunette to death against the turnbuckle after a long and exhausting fistfight, she'd grabbed a double ended dildo from the eager hands of a fan and shoved it as deeply down the beaten woman's throat as she let it push into her own readied pussy.
It had been nearly an hour of humiliation and torture later (with half of that seeing Ruby passed through the bloodthirsty and vicious crowd) before Sara strangled her barely breathing new slave out for the win. It was less than a minute after that that Vince had been driving his steeled cock deep inside her, fucking her hard against the door of the venue's small infirmary.
Watching Sara push her way through the tightly packed crowd, Vince kept his eyes on her swaying ass. Fucking the brunette roughly on the infirmary bench while a wide eyed nurse tried to administer to her had been the most fun he'd had in weeks. At least since a blood spattered and wild eyed Tessa had kicked open his office door minutes after anonymously sending him his current favourite video.
Now, with Sara in her corner, her teacher standing quietly at her back (apparently this tournament was to be her graduation, proof that she had made it through Blair's tough schooling), the brunette's opponent walked out from one of the private rooms ringing the main room.
Carmella
Winning Percentage
60%
Outfit
Black thong
Last Match
One day previous, brothel match, win, stomping finish, post KO sexual humiliation
Kills
0
Striding confidently out into the cheering crowd, and immediately having to force her way through the tightly packed women, rookie fighter Carmella showed no fear that her surprise opponent was far more veteran than herself.
Impressing the jaded crowd with her kickboxing skills, the rookie Gladiatrix had taken on a much more seasoned fighter named Danielle, a famed poledancer with a short history of choking her opponents unconscious (or to death) with her strong legs. The audience had shook the ring with laughter as the dancer vomited on herself as Carmella stomped on the taut stomach over and over again before KO?ing her with a blow to the head. Danielle hadn't even been conscious as her bare ass was hoisted into the air and placed on the ropes, but she woke up screaming as a vibrating dildo was rammed between her exposed cheeks.
Now, Carmella smiled sweetly as two of her recent fans held the slack ropes apart for her to duck through. Kissing one on the cheek and squawking with surprise as the other gripped her by the hair and pulled her into a tongue filled make-out session. Red cheeked and gasping for air, the brunette finally extricated herself from the chuckling blonde who'd grabbed her and turned to face her glaring enemy.
The brunettes calmly walked out to meet in the center of the small ring, only needing a couple steps each to be standing tit to tit. The crowd leaned in over the ropes, trying desperately to hear the snarled threats that passed between the women as they faced off, their faces inches apart.
As the Gladiatrixes worked themselves up, Vince's girlfriend circled around the edge of the room. When an unfortunate slave got in her way (the former Gladiatrix had been the permanent slave of a fighter that died anonymously, auctioned off to the highest bidder), the redhead dismissively kneed the woman in the face multiple times, just to show everyone around her the power she held in this building. Blood soaking her leggings, Tessa took up the spot beside the start bell. When the MGE official manning the bell objected, Vince's lover gripped the suit-jacket and skirt wearing blonde by the chin and whispered something in her ear, and was then allowed to flip the switch herself.
DING! DING! DING!
Both Gladiatrixes in the ring yelled in surprise as the bell went off far earlier than expected. Normally they would have at least been told to back off, whether or not they complied. Lashing out, each brunette scored a solid blow, Sara's fist burying in Carmella's tits, while the rookie slugged her opponent across the jaw.
Sara fell back a step as her enemy merely winced, blasted back by a kick to the chest, Sara barely avoided smashing her skull on the poorly covered turnbuckle pole as she crashed to her back. Rolling nimbly to the side, the slim brunette avoided having her crotch crushed as a screaming Carmella rammed her heel into the ground.
Kicked in the back of the leg, Carmella shrieked as much in fury as in pain as she fell to one knee. Trying to stand, she gasped as Sara, gripping the ropes for stability, kicked her in the ribs. Falling to her side, the snarling brunette pushed her way up as her enemy pulled herself up the ropes, inches from cheering Gladiatrixes.
As Carmella charged at Sara's back, the grinning brunette twisted rapidly, smashing a backhanded fist across Carmella's mouth and sprayed blood in an arc. Wading into the stunned rookie, Sara ducked a wild swing and responded with a straight shot that snapped her enemy's head back.
Backpedalling, Carmella's vision spun as she took several more shots to her bared tits. Her back striking the turnbuckle, she heard Sara's teacher Blair hiss, "You're gonna die tonight, rookie." over the roar of the crowd. Blood misted in front of the brunette Gladiatrix as she shrieked with rage and drove a punch into Sara's face, completely ignoring a punch to her bruising breast.
Taken aback as the rookie surged forward, Sara grunted in pain as another faceshot sent her reeling. Forcing herself forward, the brunette rammed her shoulder in between Carmella's breasts as the screaming woman tried to steamroll over her. Shoving her enemy back, Sara slammed her into the turnbuckle with a yell of exertion.
Sara was lifted into the air as Carmella raised a knee into her midsection, gasping in pain, he dug her feet into the mat as she hit the ground, and drove herself up, her shoulder catching Carmella right under the chin as she jumped on the woman.
As Carmella thrashed wildly, Sara was much more controlled, riding the brunette to the floor with her knees digging into the thrashing rookie's ribs. Cracking Carmella's skull against the carpeted floor between spread fighting mat, Sara placed her palm on the dazed woman's forehead and threw her weight into crushing the downed brunette's head.
Her vision once again spinning, Carmella, did her best to fend off the mounted Sara, raking her nails down the brunette's sweaty back as she grabbed for her wrist. Crying out as her head was once again rammed into the ground. The soft carpeting did little to help with Sara's weight slamming down on her.
Yelping as Carmella kneed her in the ass, Sara was thrown forward when she tried to remount. Rolling off her enemy before the woman bit her tits, Sara nearly ended up going under the ropes as she avoided the thrashing woman.
Both brunettes were on their knees as Carmella charged screaming at her enemy. Her scream cut off though as Sara fell back against the bottom ropes and slammed a heel into her mouth. Collapsing limply to the side, the rookie moaned pitifully as Sara sat against the ropes, wide eyed and panting.
With Carmella drooling onto the mat, failing to push her way up before collapsing back to her swollen tits, the crowd chanted Sara's name. As the chuckling brunette pulled herself up the ropes, he was practically buried by a wide assortment of sex toys. Between the brothel's own stores, and women bringing their favourites, their were toys of every colour and shape.
Sara grinned widely as she picked through the offerings. Grabbing a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs first, she grabbed the mumbling Carmella by the hair and hauled the woman to her knees. Finally coming to her senses, Carmella screamed in fear as her arms were shoved past the turnbuckle and cuffed together on the far side.
As Carmella shrieked shrilly and fought against the thin metal holding her against the turnbuckle, Sara calmly chose her weapon. The standard harness was made of regular black leather, but the large didlo jutting out from it was anything but normal. Ribbed at irregular intervals, the long shaft was transparent blue rubber, lit from within by a surprisingly powerful flexible lamp.
Yanking Carmella's thong off with a loud snap, Sara dodged a blind kick and thrust forward with expert aim. The crowd cheered louder than Carmella's screams as her face was rammed into the turnbuckle and her bared ass was penetrated.
Vince flicked the lights off with his master control, revealing just how strong the dildo's lamp really was. The yelling crowd was briefly illuminated as Sara pulled out of her shrieking enemy, then vanished into darkness as the victor thrust forward ruthlessly. Everyone in the audience got spots in their eyes at the rapid lightshow in front of them as Sara picked up the pace.
Her face smashed against the turnbuckle over and over again, Carmella gagged at the feeling of the rubber cock inside her. A new Gladiatrix, she had never before been in a dildo fight, let alone lost one. Unfortunately for her, Sara was well versed in how to use the rubber cock most effectively.
Expertly riding Carmella's ass, working her hips in a rough circle to keep each thrust hitting a new spot. Sliding her fingers down under her striped bottoms, the brunette let each thrust press her own hand against her wet pussy.
Eventually leaving the dildo buried in Carmella's ass, Sara stood up over her beaten foe as the lights came back on. She grinned and thanked her teacher as the woman handed her a familiar double ended dildo as she pulled her striped bottoms down. Blair having saved the long piece of white rubber from last night after her student rushed from the ring.
Hauling the weeping rookie's head back, Sara spun calmly, stepping in between the broken woman and the turnbuckle. Lining up the alabaster cock, she pushed it past the brunette's resisting teeth as she brought her primed pussy down on it. Nothing getting her hotter than humiliating another Gladiatrix, Sara gushed all over the choking Carmella's face as the hard rubber slid deep inside both of them.
Sara screamed in orgasmic delight as she rode the trapped Carmella. Shoving her weight down on the woman's neck with every thrust. There were screams of, "Break the bitch's neck!" amid the chanting of her name and much more generic "Kill! Kill! Kill!" shout that was common of deathmatches.
Her feet periodically leaving the floor entirely as she forced all her weight onto the gagging Carmella's neck, Sara didn't stop to wipe the sweat from her eyes as she breathed raggedly and rode her enemy. Gasping as another body wracking orgasm hit her hard, the brunette arched her back in pleasure as she felt the doomed Gladiatrix's head shift back several inches past it's maximum.
The audience cheered as Carmella's neck gave out with a tremendously loud crack. Her head lolling back limply as Sara kept riding her for a few seconds, getting one last explosive orgasm out of the dying Gladiatrix before dismounting.
DING! DING! DING!
Leaving the lit up dildo dug into her dead enemy's ass, and the other sticking up out of the woman's face, Sara planted her fists on her hips and smiled widely for the victory camera. Tapping her foot impatiently, the brunette took off the moment her photo was taken, sliding through the ropes and ramming her way through the congratulatory crowd. Winking at the petulantly frowning Tessa as she strode past the redhead, Sara shoved open the door to the infirmary, and practically sprinted down the small hallway to the small clinic.
Meeting up with Vincent exactly where she promised to, Sara's renewed screams of pleasure could be heard by the crowd as he once again took her on the small table. The nervous MGE nurse trying her best to deal with the brunette's bleeding back as the Gladiatrix rode her victory fuck as hard as she could. Imagining the whole time that it was still Carmella's face below her.
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There was no key for the handcuffs attaching Carmella's broken body to the ring. But once the chain was severed, the brunette's body was unceremoniously dragged from the ring, fluffy pink cuffs still ringing her wrists.
As the bloody mats were flipped and repositioned, the anxious crowd waited on the second match of the night. Placing bets as they laughed and sneered at Carmella's complete failure. While the dead brunette hadn't been the favourite in the betting pool, she still costed plenty of Gladiatrixes good money with her death.
There were no few obvious glances and smirks directed at the redheaded Tessa as everyone could hear Sara's purposefully loud screams through the open doors to the infirmary. The ginger Gladiatrix ignored the looks as her boyfriend pleasured another woman, Sara wouldn't survive this tournament, and that knowledge kept Tessa from going into that clinic right this second and murdering her for the insult.
The fight wouldn't begin till Vince was finished, but Tessa still grinned as one of the next fighters pushed her way through the crowd, looking confident of her coming victory.
Bianca
Winning Percentage
85%
Outfit
Red lingerie
Last Match
One day previous, brothel match, win, beatdown finish, pre KO sexual humiliation
Kills
11
Dragging her brand new slave Andreea behind her, tugging the bruised brunette by a thick metal collar and leash, Bianca mixed with her fans. Despite the brutal fistfight she'd had the previous night, the warmly smiling Bianca looked perfectly fine, while her slave still showed every bruise, plus a few more.
The crowd had loved it as the victorious Bianca pinned her enemy upside down in the ring and fisted the woman without mercy or lube. Ignoring the many sex toys available, she had made Andreea beg to be enslaved using only her hands, then beaten her to near death.
Handing off Andreea's leash to one of her fans, Bianca stepped through the ropes and paraded around the small ring, taking suggestions on just how she would humiliate and kill her opponent. She gladly accepted the idea of letting several of the eager audience members have their way with her enemy before the execution, for an exorbitant amount of money each.
Bianca's smile faltered only slightly as her opponent appeared, having been kept in the dark as to who it was going to be. Unlike herself, the woman walked unimpeded to the ring, Gladiatrixes crushing against one another to give her room in the tight space.
Randy
Winning Percentage
98%
Outfit
Transparent blue lingerie
Last Match
One day previous, brothel match, clean kill win, beatdown finish, spinkick execution
Kills
26
The most veteran fighter to be in the tournament, the blonde Gladiatrix Randy was there by personal invite of Tessa, unlike every other who was contacted by MGE officials. More interested in raising her already impressive kill count, the rarely defeated fighter saw no need to take a slave in the first round, and "accidentally" murdered her opponent Gina with a roundhouse kick to the face after mangling her for several minutes with a vicious beating.
Randy was Tessa's trump card. The blonde had only ever lost matches against the most seasoned of opponents, and this tournament had none of those save Randy herself. Uninterested in doing anything to do with owning slaves, especially ones she couldn't legally kill, the veteran had already promised Tessa to sell her each one she acquired via slaughtering their current owners.
Throwing herself over the ropes, Randy ignored the tensed up Bianca entirely, nearly pushing the brunette out of the way as she calmly paced across the ring. Staring out over the turnbuckle, the blonde made eye contact with Sara's teacher, who had not moved from her perfect viewing spot.
"So I guess the only other bitch left is one of your pathetic jobbers then?" Randy just smirked with contempt as the busty brunette glared at her with half-lidded eyes. The blonde had personally made it her mission to kill off as many of Blair's students as possible (so far sitting at three, officially) ever since Blair had titsmothered her unconcious in the first round of a major tournament. "I mean, it's not like you're here for maternal reasons."
Turning before Blair, her eyes flashing hatred, could properly respond, Randy leaned back against the turnbuckle, her arms resting on the top ropes. Chuckling to herself as she stood inches from a woman who no doubt wanted her dead, the blonde finally turned her attention to her current opponent.
Bianca stood directly in front of her casually leaning enemy, chest heaving as she worked herself up. Gladiatrixes leaned in close, several coming dangerously close to nudging the statue-still Blair, as they listened to the snarled threats the brunette made. Randy would die of blood loss long before Bianca could have commited half that violence on her.
As Vincent walked out into the main room, Bianca quickly backed up, her eyes locked on Tessa calmly sitting at the bell. Getting back to her own corner, the brunette mimicked her blonde opponent by lounging against the top ropes as fans slapped her on the shoulders wishing her luck.
DING! DING! DING!
After striking the start bell, Tessa stood up and walked forward through the crowd, wanting to see the fight up close. The cowed MGE official taking the redhead's place without comment.
With the bell, Bianca threw herself forward off the ropes, immediately bringing her hands up defensively as Randy made absolutely no move to advance on her. Pacing forward nervously, the brunette snarled in anger before lunging forward at her apparently unconcerned opponent.
Randy snapped to the side as her enemy threw a punch at her head, expertly avoiding the woman completely even in the tight space. The blonde's bored expression never changed as she deftly maneuvered around her swinging enemy.
The crowd laughed as Bianca screamed in frustration, chasing the leisurely dodging Randy around the shifting mats. The blonde was known to do this with what she considered lesser opponents. Ducking and weaving around them until they landed a blow before finally attacking. Her record (in a much larger ring) was a full to minutes, with the match lasting only another thirty seconds after getting kicked in the ribs.
Randy threw herself backwards as her enraged enemy tried for an uppercut. Her back pressing against the slack ropes, the blonde gripped the thick cord in one hand and threw herself to the side as Bianca attempted a straight kick that sent her awkwardly through the ropes when she missed, driving her leg directly into the surprised crowd.
A black Gladiatrix with her short hair dyed a vibrant blue shrieked in agony as Bianca's heel shattered her knee. Dragged back by the laughing audience, she cried out in pain until several annoyed Gladiatrixes stomped on her head to shut her up.
Half out of the ring, Bianca howled in rage, grabbing the ropes to pull herself back in. Her yell turned to a shriek of fear though as Randy gripped her by the scalp.
While she could have kept avoiding a loser like Bianca indefinitely, Randy wasn't about to pass up such a perfect opportunity, ripping Bianca's head back, she smashed a fist down into the brunette's open mouth, slamming the sputtering brunette to the ground.
Smiling to her herself as she walked back across the small ring, Randy watched Bianca flounder on the ground, spitting out blood from the full power blow. Pacing calmly as the brunette shoved her way back up, awkwardly twisting on the bottom ropes, Randy made no move to attack the downed Gladiatrix.
As Bianca got to her unsteady feet, a redheaded Gladiatrix standing ring edge shouted at her to kill the confident looking blonde. The brunette was still shaking her head to clear it as Randy rounded on the unfortunate fan, and half hauled her into the ring by her hair, slamming a vicious series of punches into the screaming ginger?s face. Scowling grimly, Randy ignored the blood flecking her face as she mechanically beat the struggling woman without pause.
Letting go of red hair with a disgusted grimace, Randy left the unconscious ginger Gladiatrix hanging over the top ropes, blood dripping down to the mats. Turning to face the wide eyed Bianca, the blonde licked blood from her knuckles as she finally advanced.
Bianca charged with a scream, slamming into her enemy driving her whole weight behind a punch to the woman's hardened nipple. Blood sprayed into the air though as Randy drove a fist up under her chin. The brunette staggered back drunkenly a few steps before being launched back against the ropes by a kick to the sternum.
"Come on, bitch. Fight back!" Randy yelled as she raised her fists into a fighter stance, one hand waving Bianca forward. Her bored expression gone, the blonde looked excited as the brunette was pushed forward by several Gladiatrixes eager to see a fistfight.
Randy laughed wildly as she took several blows to the chest and one to the face, returning with a much more crushing salvo that made Bianca moan with pain as her breasts were flattened with every hit. Grabbing the brunette by her red bra, the blonde pivoted and launched the woman staggering across the mats. Like most Gladiatrix lingerie, the top tore away into small pieces unsuitable for strangulation, leaving the woman topless.
Slapping against the limp body of the redhead who had pissed off Randy, Bianca clawed at the unconscious woman as she struggled to right herself and ready for the inevitable attack. The ginger falling to the mats, Bianca managed to get her arms up just in time for Randy to crash into her.
Driving her knee up into the brunette's midsection, Randy took a good shot to the chin without flinching and once again uppercut Bianca with a spray of blood that dotted the cheering crowd. Gladiatrixes backed away from the ring edge as the smirking blonde maneuvered her opponent against it.
Bianca's head snapped back painfully as Randy dug sharp nails into her tit and began repeatedly punching her in the face. Trying to raise her knee up between Randy' legs, she was stopped by the blonde expertly blocking the blow with her own knee, before ramming it deep into Bianca's stomach once again.
Rolling her eyes as the brunette slumped against her and spat up blood onto her tits, Randy slugged the haggard woman back against the ropes and left her hanging there. Removing her stained bra to the hoots of the crowd, the blonde casually wiped the blood from her breasts as her enemy hung slackly before her.
Seeing that Bianca was finished, Gladiatrixes tossed dozens of sex toys into the small ring, most clearly aiming at the unconscious redhead laying at Randy's feet. The blonde scowled down, having once again planned on simply butchering her enemy instead of taking part in the brothel traditions she disdained.
Picking up the most basic of dildos available, Randy hefted the piece of dark red rubber from hand to hand as the crowd cheered in surprise. Even in throwing the assorted implements, nobody had actually expected Randy to do anything with them, the blonde always executed her enemies as quickly as quickly as possible out of pragmatism.
Gripping the dildo like an ancient Gladiatrix would a dagger, Randy grabbed her beaten enemy by the tit and jerked her forward, raising the fake cock up high. Once again without expression, the blonde plunged her weapon down between Bianca's slack lips. Working the rubber shaft up and down ruthlessly, Randy smacked the brunette's feeble hands down as the choking woman came back to consciousness.
Yanking the blood and drool covered dildo from Bianca's mouth, Randy grabbed her victim by the scalp and threw her to the mat. Kicking the brunette in the face as she tried desperately to rise, the blonde kept kicking the squirming woman, forcing her on to her front. With one smooth motion, the victorious Gladiatrix reached down and ripped off the brunette's red bottoms.
Bianca only moaned as she was hauled into the air, her limp arms hanging down her blonde tormentor's back. Resting on Randy's shoulder, the brunette dribbled blood down between the Gladiatrix's ass cheeks.
Hefting Bianca along with one arm, Randy stomped across the mats back to her own turnbuckle. Winking at the sternly glaring Blair, the blonde ripped the ring corner's padding away with her free hand as she did her best to stay standing under her victim's dead weight. Revealing the narrow metal pole that kept the ring standing, Randy's lips crooked into a sadistic grin.
The crowd cheered loud enough the shake the building as Randy lifted her enemy into the air, and with a scream of exertion rammed the brunette's exposed pussy down on the narrow pole. Breathing hard, the blonde gripped her wailing enemy around the middle and pushed her down with all her strength.
Her eyes rolling into her head, Bianca spasmed as she was slowly shoved down the turnbuckle post. Far thicker than any of the myriad sextoys Randy had been offered, the rough metal stretched her insides with unbearable agony.
Finally having forced Bianca down as far as she would go, Randy leaned back, only needing to keep one hand on the woman's sweaty breasts to keep her steady. Chuckling to herself, the blonde cocked a fist back as she held the gasping Gladiatrix still.
Blood sprayed across the audience as Randy tugged her broken enemy down into each powerful punch to the face. Purposefully not using her full strength, the blonde smiled as her aching knuckles busted up the brunette's once pretty features. Stopping for a breather, the victorious Gladiatrix let her defeated enemy, head lolling, lean forward enough that she started to pull off of the piss soaked post jammed inside her.
There were cheers as Randy uppercut Bianca hard enough to break the poor woman's neck, sending her flopping disjointedly backwards into the crowd with a wet pop as she came free of the dripping turnbuckle pole.
DING! DING! DING!
Her dead enemy thrown back into the ring at her feet, Randy placed a foot on the back of the brunette's head and crossed her arms under her blood flecked breasts as the photographer took up position in front of her. Only posing for as long as it took to take her picture, the blonde demanded her pathetic opponent be cremated immediately, her ashes would join those of her other victims in an urn on her trophy shelf.
Stepping out of the ring, Randy sneered down at her new slave as somebody handed her the woman's leash. While the blonde wouldn't be allowed to sell her until after the tournament, and was forbidden from killing the brunette, nobody stopped her from stomping the screaming woman into oblivion right there in the middle of the room.
Andreea had lost to Bianca, who hadn't even been a challenge, so Randy would make sure she regretted every minute of her failing until simply giving her as a gift to Tessa. The blonde Gladiatrix didn't want to sully herself by receiving money for such a pathetic creature.
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The third night of the brothel tournament and the place was once again packed to capacity. Many of the Gladiatrixes having not left the place in three days, unwilling to chance not being able to get back in.
With the final fight still some time away, Vincent still had yet to leave his private rooms at the top of the building, merely watching on a wall monitor as several impatient Gladiatrixes brawled in the ring ahead of the real entertainment. Running his hands through red hair, he held back for as long as possible as his lover Tessa worked her tongue in circles around his steeled cock.
Watching as a pair of brunette sisters held down and ruthlessly beat a blonde Gladiatrix in the ring, Vince finally shot his load between Tessa's lips. The redhead hadn't gotten a chance to fuck her boyfriend since the tournament began, and had been making the most of this time since the victorious Randy chose not to. Growling at a second screen that showed Sara's fight from the previous night, the redhead hated that the brunette had spent more time with Vince in the past three days than she herself had.
Licking sticky lips as she clambered up her man, Tessa yelled in surprise as her walk-in closet door slammed open, raising her fists to meet her ambusher head on. The redhead blushed as she remembered it had been her idea for Randy to choose her outfit from among Tessa's many.
Randy
Winning Percentage
98%
Outfit
Black lingerie panties, matching garters and thigh highs
Last Match
One day previous, brothel deathmatch, beatdown finish, neckbreaker execution, added sexual humiliation
Kills
27
Walking around the room posing for the couple, the blonde Randy laughed along with her friend as one of the viewscreens began showing fighter histories for her and her opponent tonight. Although technically the blonde wasn't supposed to know who was to be her enemy, Tessa hadn't been able to keep it to herself.
As clip after clip showed Randy mercilessly beating other Gladiatrixes, the blonde joined Tessa and Vincent on the bed for the first time. The redhead didn't object, having already got what she wanted several times today during what was supposedly Randy's private time with the man.
A warning buzzer sounded when the match was due to begin, Randy straightening up and fixing her hair as she wiped Tessa's cum from her lips and chin as she climbed off of Vince's cock. Adjusting her black panties to once again cover herself, the blonde marched out of the room without a backwards glance at the shuddering redhead she'd just been eating out like her life depended on it.
Walking out onto the narrow walkway of the brothel's second floor, Randy leaped over the railing without looking. A Gladiatrix below shrieked in pain as the blonde landed on her back, the sex slave who'd been gently fucking the woman with a strap-on throwing herself backwards ins surprise as Randy calmly stepped off the gasping Gladiatrix she'd dug into the couch below and made her way through the laughing crowd.
Stepping through the ropes, the blonde Gladiatrix made her way directly over the the corner Blair had once again chosen to stand directly behind. Spitting on the auburn-haired veteran's huge tits the blonde sneered at her old enemy, taunting, "I wish your slut daughter were still alive you know. I'm sure it would be her here instead of whatever jobber you put up to this." At Blair's silent glare the blonde just laughed giddily, "I'd have actually enjoyed fucking her tonight you know." Shrugging her shoulders, Randy faced away from the brunette, "Guess I'll just have to force myself to enjoy what I'm about to do to your student instead, huh?"
The blonde Gladiatrix was actually excited for once, grinning widely as opposed to her usually terse look. Tessa was offering to pay her double if she made her opponent's death an exhibition, something she was planning on doing anyway just to spite Blair.
Randy was licking her lips in anticipation as her enemy moved through the crowd. Supposedly a surprise, the blonde had just spent the last hour watching practically every clip there was of Sara fighting her way through dozens of lesser Gladiatrixes, frequently ending her fights with a strap-on.
Sara
Winning Percentage
80%
Outfit
Classic nudity
Last Match
One day previous, brothel deathmatch, win, facekick finish, neck breaker finish, added sexual humiliation
Kills
11
Entering the crowd already completely stripped down, the grinning Sara was flanked by her two new slaves as she strutted towards the ring. Having left the brunette pair in nothing more than the white cotton panties Gladiatrix slaves traditionally wore, she made them hold the ropes apart as she calmly glided through. Thanking the dishevelled brunettes by loudly proclaiming the crowd could have them, Sara laughed as her slaves were hauled shrieking back into the clutches of ungentle Gladiatrixes.
Laughing as her slaves screams were muffled as their mouths were either filled or gagged, Sara turned to face her opponent. Walking forward to circle the topless blonde, the brunette was practically bouncing with excitement, clearly not afraid of Randy's reputation.
While Randy had been forewarned by Tessa, Sara was not caught unaware by who her enemy would be either. Blair had hardly kept to herself who her star student would be facing in her final test. While Blair would have loved for her student to win on her own merit entirely, Randy had made the mistake of insulting the woman's dead daughter, and had to be punished.
Circling tightly, brunette and blonde smirked at one another, both supremely confident. There were no threats made as they sized one another up, with the naked Sara grinning appreciatively as she looked the cold eyed Randy up and down.
In the opposite corner to Blair, Tessa pushed her way through the crowd. Gripping the top ropes to keep herself from being shoved aside by the excited audience, the redhead glared hatred both at Sara's back and at her teacher beyond. As Sara finally returned to her corner, standing right in front of Tessa, Vincent's girlfriend hissed at her back, "You been having fun, whore? I'm gonna enjoy watching Randy tear you in two!"
DING! DING! DING!
Sara yelled in surprise as Tessa grabbed the ends of her hair as she went to charge forward. Several Gladiatrixes hauled the giggling redhead off immediately, but the damage was done. Randy's knee slammed in between the stumbling brunette's breasts and threw her back against the turnbuckle as one of the Gladiatrixes trying to hold Tessa back shrieked in agony, the redhead's teeth digging into the woman's breast.
Dodging a wild swipe from her winded opponent, Randy stepped in close as slammed her elbow across the brunette's face. Grinning sadistically as Sara slumped backwards, stunned from the heavy blow, the blonde brought in her fists, aimed right at her enemy's breasts. She shared a smile with the redheaded Tessa, who had just clawed her way back to the front of the crowd, blood dripping from her chin.
Tessa screamed in anger as Sara uppercutted Randy, catching her just under the left side of her jaw as she looked up at the redhead. The blonde fell back from the surprise blow as Sara suddenly surged forward, rammed her shoulder into Randy's stomach as she charged forward.
Run backwards across the ring, Randy expelled all her air as she was slammed to the ground with Sara on top. Spitting blood as the brunette slugged her hard across the mouth, the blonde Gladiatrix raised her knee up between Sara's legs and threw her off before she could achieve a proper mount.
Rolling across the small ring, Sara yelled in pain as her spine rammed painfully against a turnbuckle, striking right between the padding. Gripping the middle ropes, the brunette groaned as she pulled her way up to first a crouch, then stood fully as Randy dazedly raised to her knees ring center.
With a strong shove from Blair behind her, Sara streaked forward, delivering a brutal knee to the face that sprayed blood in every direction as Randy's head was snapped back, her nose crushed. Falling forward, Sara stumbled and nearly fell into a roll again, catching herself before getting within reach of the furious looking Tessa.
Shoving herself up off the mats, Randy screamed in anger and pain as blood streamed down her face. Ignoring the blinding agony of her crushed nose, the blonde got to Sara before the brunette could recover. Gripping the surprised brunette by the scalp, Randy hauled the woman back.
Her bruised knee giving out as she tried to stand up under her own power, Sara instead kicked out her good leg and dug it into the turnbuckle right under Tessa's heavy breasts. Kicking off hard, Sara screamed loudly as the back of her head crashed into Randy's chin, throwing them both to the ground.
Screaming as they struggled on the mats, blonde and brunette grabbed at one another as they punched and kicked wildly, neither trying to mount or pin the other. After a blow that made Sara roll to her back, blinking away the stars in her vision, the madly laughing Randy pushed her way up, looming over her enemy.
Snapping back to reality as Randy dragged nails across her tits, Sara reached up and gripped the woman's blonde hair just behind the ear, and pulled her downwards. There was a loud crack as the laughing Randy's forehead slammed into the hard floor between the mats. Her enemy suddenly limp on top of her, Sara groaned with exertion as she pushed the blonde's dead weight off and to the side.
Rolling across the bloody mats, Sara gasped for breath as she pushed her way to her knees. Letting out a yell of, "Yeah!" she was then immediately blasted to her back in a spray of blood as Randy's heel swung into her open mouth.
Breasts heaving, Randy raised up off the mats, slapping herself across the face when her eyes briefly unfocused, the blood spattered blonde crawled over to her twitching opponent. Flipping the moaning brunette faceup on the mats, Randy spat blood between the woman's eyes before grabbing her by the tits and pulling her forward.
Sara's upturned face directly below her ass, Randy rammed all her weight down as hard as she could as the crowd cheered on her determination. Sitting with Sara's body splayed out in front of her, the blonde caught her breath, hands on her hips as she smothered the brunette.
Snarling, Randy leaned forward and grabbed the limp Sara by the thighs, hauling the brunette up until she had the woman upside down, her bare pussy resting against Randy's blood covered tits. As Tessa yelled, "Tear her the fuck in half!" the blonde dug both hands down, driving fingers deep into Sara's pussy before pulling her hands in opposite directions.
Sara's sudden screams were muffled by Randy's black-silk covered ass as her crotch was pulled apart. The blonde's arms were shaking with exertion as she gritted her teeth and pulled as hard as she could, fingers digging into her enemy's cunt.
Tessa's wild laughter cut off when Sara, her mouth briefly uncovered, very clearly shrieked out, "Yes!" as her body had a powerful orgasm. Cum explosively spraying directly into Randy's shocked face.
Falling back, blinded by Sara's juices, Randy screamed in surprise and threw her cum drenched hands to her face, salty cum stinging her injuries. The blonde Gladiatrix rolled disjointedly as her shattered nose flared in pain from her own hands grinding against it.
Gasping for air, Sara threw herself forward, one hand pressed to her dripping crotch. Falling directly on her face, she groaned as her pussy erupted into her hand. Red faced, she gripped the ropes and pulled herself up the turnbuckle her teacher stood directly behind.
Randy lay groaning on her back as sex toys were thrown into the ring, while many assumed the blonde might get back up, they wanted to make sure any further humiliations were done with more than just hands.
Handed a bag by one of her other students, Blair smiled at the gasping Sara, who leaned wearily against the turnbuckle fabric. The veteran had brought some special toys, to celebrate her top student's graduation.
Forcing her way up, Randy drooled blood as she finally scrubbed her eyes clean, coughing wetly, she looked around in confusion as she didn't see her enemy anywhere. Strong fingers digging into her matted hair prompted screams though as she was pulled upwards.
Sara slammed a fist down into Randy's broken nose, standing above the blonde Gladiatrix. Firmly affixed to the brunette's hips was the sex toy Blair had brought along just for this moment. Leather straps held up a giant black dildo, roughly formed with knobby bumps all along it's impressive length.
The same dildo Sara had once had shoved up her ass, and then proceeded to choke veteran Gladiatrix Roxy to death with, the brunette proudly shook the trophy back and forth as the audience laughed. Smashing a backhanded fist across Randy's mouth, spraying bloody spittle to the side, Sara gasped in ecstasy as she thrust her crotch forward, driving the entire rubber cock between the blonde's slack lips.
Gripping blonde hair with both hands, Sara pushed Randy back across the mats with each thrust. Reveling in the blonde's choked gagging as much as the tiny vibrator pushing inside her every time she rammed the length of rubber down Randy's throat. She had modified the strap on a little, with a small length of vibrating plastic aimed inwards.
Pushed against the ring edge, Randy wrung her arms around the middle ropes and prepared to shove forward even as she was unable to breathe. Her eyes went wide though as Sara loudly called Blair over to "help."
Her arms grabbed and wrenched behind her, Randy couldn't even scream as handcuffs closed over her wrists. Twisted upside down, she grunted in pain as Sara dropped to her knees, crushing the blonde's head against the mats.
Tessa turned from the ring in disgust as her champion was pulled half out of the ring by the scowling Blair. The auburn haired veteran easily overpowering Randy's kicking legs and tearing away the silk panties the blonde had borrowed from Tessa.
Gladiatrixes winced as Blair roughly rammed her long nails deep inside the blonde's spread pussy. Forcing her hand in without once pulling back, the veteran's grim expression never changed as she pushed her entire fist deep inside the spasming Randy.
Sara screamed orgasmically as she dug her nails into Randy's upturned tits. Raking her claws upwards as her teacher yanked her closed fist out before driving it right back in, over and over again as the blonde's struggles weakened then finally stopped. Collapsing entirely, the limp Randy didn?t respond to any further thrusts, punches or raking claws.
DING! DING! DING!
Undoing the straps at her hips, Sara stood up over the destroyed Randy as Blair shook her hand dry, standing up outside the ring. Stepping through the ropes, Sara's teacher gripped her former student by the wrist and raised the brunette's arm in victory.
As Sara let the yelling Gladiatrixes congratulation wash over her, Blair stomped down heavily on Randy's exposed throat with a wet crunch. The bitch had been an annoyance for far too long.
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Sara
Winning Percentage
81%
Outfit
Blood Spattered Nudity
Last Match
Seven hours previous, brothel deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, choking execution, joint sexual humiliation
Kills
12
Watching the end of the brothel tournament's final match on a giant screen, Sara was still covered in blood as she crouched on the edge of the bed in Vincent's private rooms. Although this was her fifth straight time watching the tourney all the way through, she still came hard as her on-screen self was handed a hatchet by her former teacher.
Some Gladiatrixes turned away as the triumphant Sara brought the razor-edged axe down on Randy's crushed throat. The bloody finish was expected of someone like Blair, but most Gladiatrixes were uncomfortable with the ancient Gladiatrix tradition of beheading a dead opponent.
Falling face down on the bed, Sara gasped for air as Vincent fell back away from her. Rubbing at the handprints on her hips, the brunette pushed herself up from the soaked bedspread and yelled in surprise as the door kicked open.
Tessa
Winning Percentage
69%
Outfit
Transparent black outfit
Last Match
Six days previous, cage match, loss, beatdown finish, post KO sexual humiliation
Kills
3
Blood on her knuckles, and with her outfit torn in multiple places to expose her giant breasts, Vince's girlfriend stalked into the room glaring at everything. Having just finished beating up yet another Gladiatrix who dared to joke about the fact that her boyfriend was fucking another woman, Tessa had spent the night dragging women into the small brothel ring and tearing them apart in her fury.
Raising her fists, Tessa screamed, "That's it, whore! Get and and fucking fight!" Four Gladiatrixes (mostly exhausted from a long day of enjoying the brothel's workers) had already been savaged unconscious by the redhead, but she was looking for something more than a KO as she glared hatred at the crouching brunette.
Sara crawled carefully off of the bed, keeping her eyes on the redhead, shaking with rage just a few feet away. As she raised her hands up though, she threw herself backwards as Tessa charged screaming.
Landing on the edge of the bed, Sara kicked her heel deep into the oncoming redhead's bust, screaming in pain as her leg gave out and her knee was slammed forward by Tessa's weight. Punched across the jaw, the brunette rolled to the side, locking a leg around the screaming ginger's middle as she slid off the bed.
Her jaw catching the bed as she fell on top of Sara, Tessa grunted in pain as her head was snapped back. The redhead's tits engulfed her enemy's head as they collapsed to the ground, but Tessa wanted more than to just quickly smother the blood spattered woman. Digging nails into soft breast, Tessa shoved herself up and cocked a fist back, looming over the brunette.
While it was a weak shot, Sara drove her fist into Tessa's throat as the redhead lifted above her. Once again smothered by the woman's heavy breasts as she fell forward, the brunette bit down hard and ripped her face back and forth as her attacker wailed in sudden pain.
Digging her knees into Sara's ribs, Tessa yanked herself upwards, cupping her bared tits where bite marks stood out fresh and red. With a snarl of hatred, she backhanded a slap across Sara's face and screamed at the pain in her fingers from the improper blow.
Mounted as she was, one arm nearly pinned by the bed, Sara thrashed relentlessly. Kneeing Tessa in the back as she madly slashed at the redhead's breasts with her nails, she just had to ignore the woman's downward punches at her own tits and face.
Finally rolling off of Sara as the woman's knees pounded on her spine, Tessa stumbled to her feet, bracing against a dresser full of sex toys. Panting, the redhead raised her fists again and waited for Sara to stand, one arm pressing against the bed as she hauled herself up.
Screaming, "I'm gonna fucking murder you!" Tessa streaked forward as soon as the brunette was on her feet. It would hardly be the first time the ginger Gladiatrix had killed one of Vincent's lovers in this room, and in this case, she actually hated the woman.
Falling backwards, Sara dodged having Tessa's fist crush her nose by inches. landing on her back, the brunette brought her legs up fast and let the redhead's own weight crush her forward onto Sara's feet. Kicking out as hard as she could with a yell of exertion, Sara launched her enemy screaming across the room.
There was a harsh crunching of wood as Tessa's head crashed against the dresser she'd just pushed off of. Leaving a smear of red down the hardwood, Tessa curled into a weeping ball, clutching at her injured head. She did nothing but yelp in pain as a furiously scowling Sara stomped on her ribs before knocking her out with a savage kick to the face.
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Hours after Sara's tourney ending win, down in the ring, an exhausted Gladiatrix raised both arms in victory, her hands covered in her enemy's blood and her inner thighs drenched with her own cum. Her broken opponent was hauled from the mats, a double ended dildo being wetly pulled from her mouth to leave her coughing raggedly as she was thrown on top of a pile of twitching bodies.
Out of the once massive crowd, two more topless Gladiatrixes were pulled apart from a shoving match and forced through the ropes. Having been arguing over which one of them could have killed a mutual enemy if given the chance (ignoring that both had been brutally beaten and one had been anally fucked by the woman) before the Gladiatrix's death at another's hands, the only way to decide it was through combat. Bell, the Gladiatrix being argued about, would actually have probably been able to take both on at once, but nobody felt like pointing that out.
As the Gladiatrixes circled, women pushed against the ring ropes and screamed for them to kill one another, despite it not being a legal deathmatch, the big doors leading towards Vincent's private rooms slammed open and everyone turned to look up. Everyone except the blonde brawler in the ring, who took her Asian opponent's momentary distraction to high kick the woman in the side of the head.
There was laughter as Sara marched out of the doorway, a trussed and naked Tessa over her shoulder. The redhead had bruises over her entire body and was tied up by her own torn outfit, with some nasty looking sextoys shoved in every hole Sara could fit them.
Throwing Tessa over the second story's railing, the victorious brunette gripped the wooden railing for stability as her enemy crashed awkwardly onto a plush couch and bounced onto the ground at the feet of the crowd, much smaller now than she remembered from a few hour ago. Looking out at the crowd, the bloodied Sara yelled hoarsely, "Get that piece of shit out of here! She's not welcome anymore!"
Barely conscious, Tessa gagged on hard plastic as she was pulled from the building by her hair, her swollen tits purposefully dragged against the rough carpeting by jubilant Gladiatrixes obeying the Brothel's new mistress. Everyone ignoring the screams of the Asian Gladiatrix being viciously clubbed by a thick rubber cock in the ring in favour of watching the humiliated redhead's plight.
Left lying faceup in the gutter, the redhead finally had the toy pulled from her mouth and spat out several chipped teeth as laughing Gladiatrixes left her alone after only a few stomps to the tits and crotch. Her eyes rolling back into her skull, the ginger only moaned weakly as she was gently picked up by multiple hands, hopefully taking her to a Gladiatrix hospital, or preparing to put her out of her misery.
Re: Gladiatrix Modern: Graduation Black & Blues
Originally Posted by Garren
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