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.
Shyla laughed giddily as she watched the monitors in front of her, Modern Gladiatrix Entertainment would have given any amount of money to see the carnage she watched over and over again (in slow motion). With her man by her side, the blonde Gladiatrix kept an eye on his former wife, the topless brunette having just entered her ready room.
Rewinding her current favourite video, Shyla breathed heavily as Mike's fingers worked under her black panties. One screen showed the hilariously traitorous Charlee butchering her supposed allies (Shyla would have tortured the now dead brunette for it, if she'd survived the betrayal, even if she'd enjoyed the video of it), but the blonde only really had eyes for the shot of her redheaded friend Molly. The ginger Gladiatrix stood over the downed veteran Blair, her shriek of joy distorting as she swung a heavy trophy downwards in slow motion.
Shyla felt the warm rush of another orgasm as she watched Blair's head cave in. It wasn't a perfect kill, as while Molly retreated covered in Blair's blood, it was actually Eve who mercy killed the broken woman, a mercy that was too good for her.
Wanting to save something for once she'd busted Eve up, the blonde stood up and stretched, settling her wet panties against her hips. Watching her brunette opponent prepare for their imminent battle, the blonde growled hungrily. Gently gripping Mike by the chin, she turned his face away from the monitors and purred, "Time to show that bitch just who deserves you more, lover." She wasn't sure if he had been watching the footage of his former wife, or the screen right above it, where Molly almost violently pleasured herself in one of the many side rooms. Shyla suspected she'd have to kill the woman soon, to prevent rumours leaking out that anyone but Shyla herself had butchered Blair when the woman disappeared into her house (Blair's students wouldn't be able to keep quiet about where she'd gone, but the rumour mill wouldn't be enough to convict Shyla of any wrongdoing). For now, Molly could have her fun.
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At long last, Eve prepared for her showdown with the blonde bitch. Having been guided to an obvious ready room with hundreds of outfits and dozens of mirrors, she took her time cleaning off the blood and chose carefully.
Eve
Winning Percentage
90%
Outfit
Transparent bra and panties with blue framework
Last Match
Three weeks previous, Deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, double neckbreaker execution
Kills
12
Shyla had, of course, supplied every kind of lingerie, bikini and fetish wear imaginable. Exactly the kind of outfits a Gladiatrix fighting for her man would need. Selecting for herself a mostly transparent set of lingerie, the busty brunette snugged on the tight bra, the blonde having only supplied a size smaller than she required.
Ready for anything, Eve grabbed a chair and smashed it against the locked wooden door. Crashing through with only a few swings, she calmly stepped over the shattered remains. If Shyla wasn't ready by now, then Eve would just have to attack her as she was.
Exiting her ready room, Eve walked up a narrow staircase and out into the apartment mansion's third floor. What was once a few large bedrooms (reserved for Taylor and Shyla only) had been entirely renovated, removing all walls and leaving only plush soft mattressing as flooring stretching across the entire floor.
Snarling in anger, Eve had to stop herself from charging as her eyes landed on the bitch who had been causing her emotional agony for months. The blonde interloper was, predictably, sucking off Eve's husband for all she was worth in the center of the room.
Shyla
Winning Percentage
96%
Outfit
Black silk panties with matching leggins, pink highlights. Matching Black robe
Last Match
Four days previous, cage match, win, stomping finish, Added humiliation: two broken legs
Kills
18
Dead center of her massive fighting area, specially prepared just for the event, Shyla gripped her man by the hips and rammed his cock down her throat as enthusiastically as she could. Gasping for breathe, the blonde yanked her head back, twisting and she shot to her feet to face her enemy. She and Mike both stood on the red "X" she had painted on the floor, right where she would eventually drop Eve's lifeless body.
Eve stomped across the soft mattresses, her breathing increasingly ragged with every furious step. As Shyla laughed and started to threaten her, the brunette let out a shriek of anger and charged recklessly forward.
Having expected Eve to at least shout at her to get away from Mike before lunging in, Shyla swore loudly as she dove away from her man before her attacker rammed into her. Tripping on her black robe's edge, the blonde fell to her knee a moment before the busty brunette's knee smashed home right under her chin.
Mike had to quickly get out of the way as his ex-wife and blonde lover pitched to the ground with a screaming Eve on top. Shyla hit the ground hard on her back, with the brunette's thighs slamming down to either side of her head, Eve's pitched yell cutting off sharply as her crotch rammed into the blonde's face.
Dazed as she was by the blow under the chin, followed by Eve's weight landing on her head, Shyla threw her hands up, digging nails into the brunette's ass and shoving her forward. Stunned by the sudden hit to her barely covered cunt, Eve was toppled before she could even try to solidify a mount.
Hitting the mattress on her breasts, face down in the red "X," Eve rolled in the opposite direction as her blonde rival. Coming up on her knees as Shyla ripped off her robe and shrieked at her, "You fucking skank! He's my man now!" Throwing the black silk at Eve's face, the blonde surged forward with a yell.
Not allowing herself to be distracted by the cloth thrown in her face, Eve threw herself directly into the oncoming Shyla. Digging her fist deeply into the blonde' ribs, the brunette's head was snapped to the side as Shyla only narrowly missed with a straight shot to her face, glancing off her jaw instead.
Grunting in surprise as Eve plowed into her, Shyla brought her knee up into the woman's side as they were both forced to their feet by one another's forward momentum. Even with the brunette's face still covered by black silk, the blonde's fist still connected solidly as she slugged her enemy across the jaw as she flinched from the hard knee blow.
Yanked to the side as her hand got caught in her own robe, Shyla let out a blast of air as Eve's knee lifted into her stomach. Grabbed by the bra, the blonde breathlessly gasped as Eve managed to plant a foot on her bruised stomach and kicked out hard, sending her flying across the floor, suddenly topless.
Wincing as she gingerly touched her cheek, Eve threw the ripped bra she'd torn from her rival to her feet before charging the woman again. Too angry to speak, the brunette growled like a feral animal as she tried to stomp on the woman's crotch. Her foot sinking between mattress edges as Shyla narrowly pulled herself up, she purposely fell forward instead, letting her knee crush the blonde's sensitive cunt with a wet splat.
Howling in pain as her overworked pussy had all of Eve's weight land on it, Shyla launched her fist upwards, crying out at the pain in her hand as she drove it up under the brunette's chin. Her enemy spitting blood in an arc and falling limply backwards, the blonde dragged herself away, using her injured hand to massage her tender crotch. Tears running down her cheeks, Shyla suddenly snarled in anger and pitched forward as her twitching rival's eyes fluttered open.
Eve nearly vomited as Shyla knee dropped onto her stretched out stomach. Smashed back to the mattress flooring as the enraged blonde slammed a punch into her face, the brunette flailed blindly, doing everything she could to stop the shrieking blonde from getting a mount as the woman's thighs tried to lock around her middle.
Gripping Eve by the chin, Shyla let out a triumphant, "Yeah! Bitch!" as she drove her fist across the woman's lips, spraying blood across the mattress. Sitting back, the blonde ran bloody fingers through her hair as she panted for breath, her enemy laid out by the blow.
Standing on unsteady legs, Shyla stomped down hard on her busty enemy's forehead as the woman moaned and looked to be waking up. Smirking at the unconscious brunette, the blonde licked her lips as she turned to regard her man.
Swinging her hips as she slowly walked towards Mike, Shyla's grin was malicious, enhanced by Eve's blood all over her face. "This fucking skank thinks you're still hers baby!" The blonde cooed as she slid to her knees, running hands up her bared breasts and rubbing at her own hardened nipples as she looked up at him. "You want to see me slaughter her though, right?"
Inching forward on her knees, Shyla looked up with big innocent eyes as she gripped Mike's cock, slowly tugging on him as she begged to hear how he wanted her to kill his former wife. The blonde only got more desperate as she pulled on her man, first with one hand, then both, reaching down into her own panties to get her hands slick.
"I'm gonna make this slut beg for death, lover." Shyla couldn't hold back any longer and ran her tongue along Mike's cock. "She's just a warning to any other cunt that thinks she can take you from me." Lunging forward, the blonde deepthroated her man, working herself in a circle as she kept massaging her breasts. Letting Mike pop from her lips and catching his member between her tits, she moaned in ecstasy as she kissed his stomach, writhing her sweaty breasts up and down.
"I want you to fuck every Gladiatrix you can find, baby.
"I want to see the look on their faces as I pull 'em off your cock.
"I want you to fuck me ragged as I kill those bitches."
Shyla screamed in excitement as Mike came hard between her tits, pushing down on the back of her head, forcing her mouth down onto the spurting cock as he gasped for her to finish Eve for good.
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A floor below, soundproofed walls were all that kept equally enthusiastic screams from being heard by the lovers above.
Molly
Winning Percentage
82%
Outfit
Gladiatrix jewelry, high heels
Last Match
Two weeks previous, arena, deathmatch, win, chokeout finish, torture execution
Kills
10
Drenched in sweat, Molly was having trouble breathing as she worked herself up and down. Precariously perched on the edge of a massive bed, the redhead gripped the metal railing for dear life as she fucked herself with the narrow bedpost.
Her black thong dangling from her foot, the ginger Gladiatrix cried out as she came harder than ever around the smoothed wooden post. Multiple televisions on each wall playing a variety of videos for her to watch no matter where she turned.
Blair's head bobbed up and down slowly and she carefully sucked her boyfriend off without damaging her crimson lipstick. Wearing some of her finest lingerie and heavily made up like a glamour model, she'd clearly meant for the video to be a high class porno, meant for a Gladiatrix porn challenge. Instead, her door was kicked down by an equally glamorous Taylor, who launched into the surprised brunette before she could react. Blair's lover calmly watched as his girlfriend of two months had her perfectly applied makeup smeared with her own blood as Taylor smashed her face against a wall. After brutally clawing Blair's large tits for cruel minutes on end, Taylor swaggered over to her new man and finished the video as Blair lay twitching on the ground.
Emily, alongside another brunette with perky tits, took part in a team battle event. Four teams of two fighting in a massive ring, along with a ginger team, a blonde team and a pair of black twins. As the brunettes pounded the pair of blonde bimbos against on turnbuckle, the gingers managed to overpower the pair of black sisters, stomping on their heads till they were nothing but twitching messes laying in their own urine. The remaining teams facing off, Emily took the lead, handily taking apart the more veteran redhead while her ally fended off the lesser Gladiatrix. It all turned though, when the supposedly lesser ginger executed a perfect spinkick, and crushed the brunette's throat. Emily was torn between the two laughing gingers, screaming in terror as they took their time beating her within an inch of death before dropping her limply on top of her dead friend.
A private video from Molly's cousin, Tessa, the busty redhead was streaked with blood, claw marks all over her breasts and hips as she slowly rode her man. The frizzy haired black Gladiatrix laying on the floor gurgled weakly, her throat crushed by Tessa's knee just a few moments ago. A door to the bedroom swung open as the woman's twin walked out of the brothel rooms ensuite steamroom, drying herself off with a towel before shrieking at finding her dying sister. Tessa dismounted and turned to face the woman just in time to get tackled, laughing the whole time. A furious fistfight erupted on the ground with Tessa eventually battering her enemy unconscious, and simply continuing on with both fists, blood flying with each wild swing
Molly shuddered, barely able to push herself up off the bedpost as the combined sounds of Gladiatrixes fighting and fucking filled the room. Laughing to herself at watching multiple videos showing Blair being beaten to near death, she giggled madly at the knowledge that she herself had been the one to actually murder the woman.
Maybe she'd start taking out Blair's former students. Pick them off one by one and try to spread the rumour that she was finishing the job. Rumour was better than fact sometimes, and Molly wanted everyone to know she had been the one to kill Blair, not Shyla.
The supposedly locked door swinging open silently, the facedown redhead was to busy gently fingering herself to hear footsteps rapidly approaching. She did scream in surprise though as she was pulled up by her hair and punched across the face.
Sara
Winning Percentage
81%
Outfit
Blue top
Last Match
Five days previous, brothel deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, choking execution, joint sexual humiliation
Kills
12
Having been spat out of the apartment right beside the ornate main doors, Sara had immediately gone to work picking the lock and re-entering the maze. Much less convoluted without Shyla adjusting walls on the fly to work her in circles, the brunette had had to pick her way through a dozen doors before she found one with somebody on the other side, just her luck it was another oversexed ginger.
Cocking back her fist for another strike, Sara dug her knuckles into Molly's eye socket, ripping red hair out as the shocked ginger was thrown from the bed. Having found Blair's body, and followed a trail of dripped blood to this room, the brunette scowled as she looked down on her mentor's murderer.
Lashing out with her heeled shoe to ward her attacker off, Molly screamed in rage as she finally got a good look at the woman who'd just knocked her to ground. Having just watched Sara murder her cousin Tessa, the redhead shoved off the floor and threw herself into the brunette with a yell.
Her spine slamming against the dripping bedpost, Sara groaned as she was tossed onto the bed, rolling with Molly across the silk sheets in a tangle of limbs. Neither Gladiatrix got a good grip on the other as they both began throwing wild punches into one another's bodies. Sara aiming for the redhead's sensitive breasts, while the screaming ginger dug knuckles into the brunette's stomach, failing to strike her in the crotch.
While Sara was tired from her recent battle with Tessa, Molly had been working out her bloodlust on the bedpost for almost twenty minutes, leaving both women covered in sweat and gasping for air only a few moments after locking up. It was a groaning Sara that eventually tucked her legs up, driving her knee between Molly's breasts as the redhead tried to mount her. Yelling, the brunette kicked out hard, launching the ginger right off the bed.
Smashing her head against a television showing a screaming Blair being violated by a laughing Taylor with a strap-on, Molly slid limply to the floor. The redhead cried out weakly as the flatscreen toppled down on top of her, landing on her thighs with a heavy thud.
Gripping Molly by the scalp, Sara dragged the senseless Molly to her feet. Taking a weak punch to the chin, the brunette growled and hauled the ginger forward.
Molly's yelp of shock was cut off as her mouth was rammed down on the same bedpost she'd been using to pleasure herself with. The scowling Sara working the choking ginger's head up and down vigorously. The brunette was mostly pissed that Molly had clearly murdered Blair with a cheap shot, as while Gladiatrixes disappeared every day, Blair had deserved a real fight.
Tears ran down Molly's cheeks as she was forced to deepthroat her own taste.
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Shyla was gasping for air as she lifted up off her man, after having pulled him to the soft ground. Wiping a fist across her dripping chin, the blonde turned to look if Eve was still out cold only to get spin kicked across the face by a fully recovered Eve.
Sending Shyla sprawling on the floor, Eve followed after the rolling blonde, planting a foot right between the woman's cum-slick breasts as she tried to rise. Slipping, the brunette fell to her knees and grit her teeth as Shyla slammed a heel into her heavy tits.
Throwing herself forward, Shyla grabbed her enemy by the bra. Yelling with excitement, the blonde dug a heel into the brunette's midsection and rolled backwards, swinging Eve headfirst into the soft floor as her tight lingerie gave out, ripping free in Shyla's grasp.
Knocked senseless by the blow to the head as she landed, Eve spasmed and collapsed limply to her back, dark hair and limbs splayed out in every direction. However when a triumphant Shyla roughly dropped onto her stomach, black-silk covered ass compressing Eve's ribcage, the brunette woke up instantly.
Shyla was shocked when the dazed Eve socked her across the jaw with a powerful right hook, only to be thrown right off her opponent as the furious brunette brought her fist right back in a devastating backhand. The blonde gasped as nails dug into her hips, the screaming Eve grabbing at the waist of her black panties to haul herself above Shyla. A palm to the back of her head rammed the sputtering blonde's face into the mattress, muffling her scream of pain as Eve reached around her side and dragged nails across her inner thigh.
Grunting as Shyla wildly elbowed her in the ribs, Eve slipped off the woman, still clawing at any exposed flesh she could reach as the blonde rolled away to the side. Pushing herself off the ground and following, she was slower than her enemy, who managed to get to her knees and meet the brunette head on, fists flying.
Slamming a direct punch into Eve's mouth, Shyla shrieked with laughter as blood sprayed, her enemy's head cracking back. She nearly bit her tongue though as the brunette's fist snapped up in an uppercut that skimmed right past her sticky tits before detonating under her chin.
Punch drunk and groaning in pain, both Gladiatrixes fell forward, embracing like lovers as they squirmed against one another. Eve hissed, "Whore!" in Shyla'S ear as she managed to dig her fingers in under the blonde's panties.
Shyla made a weak moan that raised into a pained shriek as sharp nails forced her upwards. Pushing against Eve, the blonde raised off her knees, leaning against the brunette as she went right to her toes before being thrown over the woman's shoulder in her desperate bid to escape the bitch's claws.
Surging to her feet, Eve dug her shoulder into Shyla's stomach, bodily lifting the shrieking woman. Kicking at the mattress edge, the wild eyed brunette ordered Mike to rip it up as she struggled with the thrashing blonde.
Ever oberdiant to even the most bizarre Gladiatrix requests, Mike pulled up the mattress, setting it aside as the screaming woman spun around the room drunkenly. As soon as the rough patch of unfinished ground was exposed though, Eve stumbled over and pitched forward. Shyla was thrown screaming to the hard floor, the back of her head making a wet crack as it slammed down.
Chest heaving, Eve raised up over the twitching Shyla. Backhanding a slap across the woman's face, she grinned as the blonde make a weak moan, she wasn't finished yet. Looking up at Mike, the brunette put on her best sultry smile, licking her lips as she looked her former husband up and down.
Standing slowly, and with a flick of her head that sent her hair flipping to her back, the brunette stalked forward. Grabbing her man, the busty brunette fiercely pulled him down into a kiss, ignoring the taste of blood on her lips as she ran hands through his hair.
Tugging on Mike's cock, Eve whimpered with months long desire as she tore at her panties. Stumbling back to where a moaning Shyla lay in the depression between the small mattresses, Eve grabbed the ripped up mattress and slammed it down on top of her face up rival.
His blonde lover covered by the mattress, all Mike could see of the senseless Shyla was the downed woman's legs and a single arm. If she'd managed to get her face to the side, it was possible she could breathe beneath the bedding, otherwise, she'd be smothered in minutes.
Throwing away her panties with a trembling hand, Eve pounced forward onto the raised mattress, giggling at the feel of Shyla trapped below. Spreading her legs and looking back over her shoulder, the brunette looked back at Mike with adoration as he took his spot behind her. Kneeling between Shyla's spread feet, the man grabbed his former wife by the hips and gently pulled her back onto his cock after so many months apart.
Eve fell into her long practiced rhythm easily, working her soaked pussy up and down the exact length of her man while guiding him side to side and up and down. Each time he nearly popped out of her dripping hot box, she slid right back on, letting him come within an inch of pulling out ever single time. Cooing as he leaned forward to massage her breasts, the brunette had tears in her eyes as she finally came. Flooding the mattress as she felt Mike's own hot load fill her up, Eve had thought of little else since Emily had stolen him away.
"I'm going to kill this little blonde skank for you, baby." Eve gasped as her man picked up the pace. "I'll do her however you want." There was a wild light in the brunette's eyes as she looked back at her man, she would kill every woman who ever thought to get between them again.
"You want me to smother the slut?" Eve rubbed at the hand gripping her breast. "You can fuck me while she dies, I know you like seeing my tits in action, babe." It wouldn't be the first time Mike had fucked Eve while she smothered Gladiatrix, although it would be her first kill that way.
"Or should I break her fucking neck!" Eve laughed as she felt Mike harden inside her, "Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you!" Her grin went from wild to sadistic in an instant, "Did you see how I killed that little slut, Dee? How I broke her neck twice? That was getting off easy." The brunette moaned through another powerful orgam, "I'm gonna rip this bitch's head off!"
As Mike grabbed Eve's hair and pulled her fully onto his primed cock, he begged for her to do whatever she wanted. This was her fight, and he knew that whatever she did, it was all for him anyway.
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Hauling a barely conscious Molly off of the bloody bedpost, Sara threw the drooling redhead to the floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed as the hoarsely coughing ginger recovered, the brunette crossed her leg and picked up the remote Molly had been using the select videos. Watching dozens of videos of Blair getting beaten and fucked was hardly getting her in the mood to murder the woman's killer.
Pointing the remote at each screen in turn, Sara giggled as she chose some of her favourite Gladiatrix matches and fights.
Blair calmly walked into the cage, even as blood dripped from the links after the previous brutal match. The pair of Asian lesbians (one tall and busty, the other short and petite) confidently staring her down laughed cruelly as they watched their previous victim get pulled from the cage leaving a trail of blood and urine. Twelve minutes later, her busty lover laying facedown in a large puddle of blood, the petite Asian Gladiatrix shrieked for Blair to spare her life. Her yells were slowly cut off as the grimacing veteran latched strong fingers to the woman's throat and slowly squeezed.
Sara was thrown rolling across the silk-sheeted mattress, nearly being launched right through the ring ropes as her blonde adversary chased after her. Each Gladiatrix wearing nothing more than a massive strap-on, the blonde pulled herself up Sara's body by grabbing the ribbed dildo affixed to the brunette and roughly dragged her forward. The blonde spasmed though as Sara's knee shot up between them and crashed under her chin, knocking her out cold instantly. A minute later, her arms tightly bound behind her back by her own strap-on straps, the blonde was slapped awake just in time to have the thick hard rubber of Sara's dildo shoved down her throat, foolishly trying to block the unyielding rubber with her teeth. The brunette rocked her hips vigorously as the blonde's boyfriend climbed through the ropes and took up position behind his lover. The blonde had challenged Sara to a fight after learning she'd fucked the her man at a brothel, her soundless screams were probably for mercy as her own man slid his cock into her bared ass as a laughing Sara picked up the pace, slamming hard rubber down her throat as her cheeks went purple.
Dressed up as a lifeguard, too-tight crimson one-piece emblazoned with a white cross, the (at that point) undefeated Dee grappled with a cheerleader, whose platinum blonde hair was in pigtails. As the shrieking blonde tore Dee's outfit, she gripped the woman by her pigtail, and started mechanically hammering the blonde in the nose. Blood spraying back to dot her bared breasts with every heavy blow, she wore the woman down to her knees and held her there while unleashing a brutal barrage to the blonde?s face until finally releasing the dead Gladiatrix to fall facedown to the canvas. Skipping across the large ring, the undefeated brunette swung her foot up between the legs of a redheaded nurse who was choking the life from a ballerina before moving on to the last group of costumed fighters. A french maid with long brown hair was crouched over the lifeless body of a ginger angel, having just crushed her throat with a final punch, she never even heard Dee approaching from behind, merely making a surprised squawk as she was grabbed before Dee twisted her chin to the side and shattered her spine. Turning back to find the nurse she'd kicked being finished off by the ballerina's strong thighs around her neck, Dee raised her fists and advanced with a smile. It was a full twenty brutal minutes before Dee climbed off the lifeless ballerina, suspended on the ropes, spitting out a broken tooth as she marched to the center of the ring and raised weary arms at yet another total victory.
As a furious Molly pulled herself up the bedsheets, Sara rolled off the other side. The brunette grinned at the ginger Gladiatrix as the enraged woman drooled blood onto her heaving chest.
"That was your cousin I just killed down below wasn't it?" Sara taunted as she moved around the edge of the bed, keeping the bedpost between herself and the crawling redhead. "You know I'm not even seeing her ex, right? That little slut died for nothing."
Molly screamed in anger and pounced forward, missing as her opponent dove to the side, the redhead crashed to the floor. Shrieking out, "I butchered that fucking cunt, Blair! You're nothing! I'll fucking end you!" Molly floundered on the floor at Sara's feet.
Grunting in surprise as Molly's sharpened shoe heel stabbed into her thigh, Sara fell to one knee. Backhanding the redhead in the elbow as she aimed a wild punch at her head, Sara's responding straight shot snapped the gasping ginger's head back, blasting the woman to her back.
Mounting Molly, Sara kept punching the ginger in the face, grimacing as the snarling redhead dug claws into her chest and began punching back, if less accurately. Spitting blood as a particularly savage uppercut knocked her off the downed Molly, Sara rolled across the floor to gain distance from her thrashing enemy. While she was sure Molly had murdered Blair via underhanded methods, the bitch was still a dangerous Gladiatrix.
Meeting up on their knees, the bloodied Molly much less quickly raising her fists, the Gladiatrixes both screamed as they began throwing punches into one another. Molly laughed madly as she pushed the brunette back, grabbing Sara's hair and throwing herself forward, trying to knock her enemy over. The redhead lost her footing however when Sara's knee slammed up between her legs, crushing her overworked pussy with a wet thud.
Letting that spastically shuddering Molly fall to the ground beside her, Sara forced herself up to loom over the whimpering redhead. Gripping the ginger Gladiatrix under the arms, the brunette hauled her up and threw her on top of the bed.
Unable to fight back as Sara repeatedly kneed her in the side of the head, Molly collapsed limply to the bedspread, her head lolling off the side of the silk sheeted mattress. The ginger didn't resist as she was picked up by her cousin's killer.
Holding the deadweight Molly in a bearhug, Sara hauled her back over to the dripping bedpost. Growling, the brunette slammed her enemy down on it, gripping the redhead by the shoulders as she forced her ass down on the thick wooden pole. Relishing the suddenly conscious redhead's hoarse screams of agony, Sara pulled the trapped ginger's head back by her hair, and cocked her already bloody fist back.
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Eve gasped breathlessly as she flooded the already soaked mattress beneath her. Legs wrapped around her man, she lay on her back, toes curling as Mike thrust deep inside her, slowly working her towards yet another massive orgasm.
Under the mattress, Shyla did her best to breath. Having managed to force her face to the side, the blonde could just barely breathe. With both Eve and Mike's weights pressing down on her, the blonde was slowly crushed, her ribs aching as her large tits were flattened to her chest.
Laying back, Eve sighed with contentment as her husband finally pulled out of her. Tugging on his cock till he shot his load all over her tits, the busty brunette nearly passed out as she rubbed the hot cum over her breasts. Her eyes snapped open though as she suddenly thought about the blonde bitch directly beneath her.
Shyla coughed raggedly as the weight finally lifted off her chest, she blinked in disoriented blindness as the mattress was ripped off of her and screamed as her sore tits were stomped on. Managing to grab Eve's leg as the wild-eyed woman dug a heel into her ribs, the blonde wrenched the woman off balance.
Stumbling forward on numbed legs as Shyla kicked her in the ass, Eve fell to her knees as the blonde scrambled up beside her. Swinging blind, she elbowed Shyla in the jaw, her arm flaring in agony as she struck a nerve.
Both Gladiatrixes collapsed against the edges of the hole in the mattresed floor. Scraping knees on the unfinished floor beneath, they crawled out on opposite sides, awkwardly standing before turning to face one another.
Shyla was still gasping for air, rubbing at her bruised chest as she stumbled drunkenly away from the hole in the ground. The blonde glared molten hatred at her brunette foe, completely naked, soaked with sweat and dripping with her lover's cum.
Raising her fists and smirking, Eve stepped forward first. Ducking as a shrieking Shyla took a wild swing at her head, Eve dug her knuckles into the dark spot on the blonde's ribs, right below the woman's swollen tits. Snapping her fist up under the wincing blonde's chin, the brunette followed close as Shyla was backed across the soft floor.
Taking a flurry of crushing hits to the tits and ribs, Shyla cried out in pain, arms pinwheeling as she tripped on a mattress edge and fell to her back. Snarling up at Eve as the woman advanced on her, Shyla kicked out hard into the brunette's knee, rolling to the side as a screaming Eve pitched forward.
Hitting the mattress on her face and breasts, Eve screamed breathlessly into the soft bedding at the sheer agony in her leg. As a cackling Shyla crawled onto her back though, she twisted around hard and blindly backhanded the blonde bitch across the face.
Gripping Eve by her dark hair, Shyla avoided being knocked off completely by hauling on the woman's neck. Pulling her brunette enemy up to face her, the blonde slammed a punch into Eve's face at the same time she was chopped across the throat by Eve's wild flailing.
Sputtering and choking, Shyla wrenched Eve's head back and forth to throw her off balance as she took another couple hits to the face. Forcing her way to her feet as Eve battered her sore chest, the blonde held the brunette up by her hair and kneed her directly in the face.
Blood poured down Eve's face, although her nose wasn't quite broken by the hard blow. Her vision spinning a Shyla lined up another shot, the brunette got a foot under herself and kicked out as hard as she could, just trying to break the blonde's grip.
Mike winced at the sharp crack as his two lovers smashed headfirst into one another. Eve collapsing first due to her bruised knee while Shyla swayed in stunned silence. When the blonde's eyes crossed and she pitched forward limply on top of her enemy, it was clear that both Gladiatrixes had been knocked out cold.
In a traditional deathmatch, there would be a five minute wait to see who woke up, and then, if neither had, the match would be called a tie. Here and now though, Mike just started pulling each woman to a different side of the room.
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Gripping Molly around the waist, Sara worked the groaning redhead up and down on the wooden bedpost. Ignoring the ginger Gladiatrix's weak slaps, the brunette laughed giddily as she rammed the broken woman down as forcefully as possible.
Finally relening when Molly had stopped so much as moaning, clearly having passed out, Sara gasped for breath as she let go of the sweat streaked redhead. Leaning back, her chuckling was immediately cut off as a teary eyed Molly swung her forearm into the brunette's head, blasting her off the bed.
As Sara toppled to the ground, Molly forced her numbed legs up onto the bed edge and bed frame. Screaming as she lifted herself off the post, the ginger fell forward crying at finally getting off the pole she'd once used for pleasure. Lying shuddering on the bed, she couldn't hear Sara getting up and correctly assumed the brunette had been knocked unconscious by the fall off the bed onto her head. With no energy to follow, Molly just lay facing the screens.
Pink-haired Gladiatrix Bell pranced about the small cage venue opposite her blonde rival. The blonde's husband closed the cage doors himself, clearly excited to see whether his wife or mistress came out on top. The savage fight was entirely one sided, with Bell raking her shrieking rival across the sharp cage mesh as the bloodthirsty crowd cheered her on. Sucking on her man's cock through bloody links, Bell delighted in feeling her blonde enemy run out of air between her tits as she swallowed a load of cum.
Eve and Dee both kneeled in front of Mike, grinning up at the camera s they took turns on his member. Each bobbing down once before pulling away and letting the other in. The brunettes stood and whirled as one when the couple's bedroom door kicked in and four identical blondes charged in, each wearing a different brightly coloured bikini. The four sisters were a popular team, and fought as a unit, but were no match for the Undefeated Dee and an outraged Eve. A few minutes after the door was kicked in, the bruised brunettes had the broken blondes hogtied and lined up, ready for Mike to choose his favourite. Both Gladiatrixes offered up a blonde, slapping their asses and yanking down bikini bottoms around the whimpering blonde's knees.
The special night had seen plenty of rookies randomly teamed together against some of the most esteemed Gladiatrix tagteams, before getting ruthlessly slaughtered. When a pair of young blondes, one with straight bright hair, the other's wavy and darker. Each in their first match, against a pair of short haired brunettes with a history of butchering new fighters, were Taylor and Blair, looking at the same time both confident and nervous. Fighting at first as a team, the blondes held their own despite their enemy's combined skill. However, when Blair looked to be overpowered, and Taylor had her own enemy on the ropes, the vindictive platinum blonde simply left her ally to die, and continued savagely torturing her shrieking opponent. Blair eventually fought off the brunette trying desperately to finish her, barely keeping the woman from snapping her neck repeatedly before stunning her with a headbut and turning things around with a well placed haymaker to the woman's throat. As a bloodied and beaten Blair floundered on the ring floor, unable to stand, a blood streaked Taylor posed giddily above her.
Molly groaned and forced her way up as she heard a sound from over the edge of the bed. Getting to her knees, the redhead spasmed as she moaned and faced the side Sara had fallen off.
Having crawled around the bottom of the bed and thrown one of Molly's forgotten shoes under to the other side, Sara leapt up to find the ginger facing away from her, and grabbed her by her red hair. Yanking the suddenly shrieking Molly backwards, the brunette launched her enemy across the room.
Crashing facedown on a dresser full of lingerie, Molly thrashed madly with every last ounce of strength he had. Furiously hammering her elbow back into Sara's ribs, the redhead screamed that she would kill the brunette over and over again until the wincing Gladiatrix gripped her by the scalp and rammed her head into the hardwood.
Coughing from the repeated hits just below her breasts, Sara lifted the slack jawed Molly up. The ginger drooled blood freely down between her sweat streaked breasts. Opening a drawer, the brunette forced the broken Molly's head down into the soft underwear piled high inside, then slammed her foot into the open drawer.
As Molly weakly clawed at the dresser, on her knees, Sara rammed the wooden drawer up under the woman's chin with her heel. Bracing against the bed frame, the brunette let out a vicious yell and kicked out as hard as she could. Nearly creaming herself as she both felt and heard the wet crunch as Molly let out one final spasm and lay still, kneeling in her own piss and blood.
Stumbling to her feet, the brunette Gladiatrix laughed wildly and placed her foot on the back of the dying Molly's head. If the ginger wasn't killed by her cracked skull and pulverised jaw, she'd be smothered by Shyla's used panties.
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Eve awoke groggily, but surprisingly clear headed, at the edge of the room. Opposite the large fighting area from a still limply spread out Shyla, the brunette snarled as she tried to shove her way off the ground and go finish the blonde, only to be stopped by Mike, who had been waiting for either of the Gladiatrixes to wake up.
Having given each of his lovers drugs meant to get a Gladiatrix on her feet (helpful for a fighter planning on multiple matches in a day), Mike wanted both women to be as recovered as possible before facing off again. Luckily, Eve truly did want to beat Shyla in a straight fight and didn't try to push past him, instead the brunette gleefully grabbed him by the hips and pulled his cock towards her waiting lips. No doubt if Shyla had woken first, she would have done everything in her power to get past Mike and cripple if not outright kill the resting Eve.
When Shyla came to on the far side of the room, she shot straight up with a disoriented growl. Grabbing at the walls to help herself to her unsteady legs, the blonde whirled around to glare hot death at the brunette lovingly sucking on her man's steeled member. Shrieking, "Get away from him you fucking whore!" The blonde stumbled at first, her legs still asleep, but was in a full sprint by the time she got halfway to the formerly married couple.
Mike having cummed at Shyla's yell, Eve did her best to swallow the entire load before pushing him away and standing tall to face the charging blonde. Surging forward at the last moment, the brunette drove her fist into Shyla's stomach as the blonde crashed into her shoulder first.
Ramming Eve backwards, Shyla gagged on the strong punch to her midsection as she smashed the woman back against the wall. Screeching as the brunette grabbed her black panties, the blonde was half lifted into the air by her own momentum as she fell backwards while trying to gain distance. Landing on her shoulders, Shyla flopped backwards as Eve fell to her knees gasping.
Crushed against the hard wooden panelling, Eve collapsed to her knees after throwing her adversary backwards (after giving the bitch a good and uncomfortable wedgie). Leaping forward as Shyla tried to rise, the nude brunette slammed a punch across the woman's jaw, throwing the both to the ground side by side. Before she could push off the ground, Eve was stunned when the blonde's elbow came down on the side of her head, smashing it down to the mattress.
Swinging her smarting elbow down again, trying to crack the brunette whore's skull right open, Shyla screamed in rage as her enemy managed to roll away. Clawing her way up, the blonde ended up chasing after Eve on her knees, one hand pulling her black silk panties out from where they had wedged in her ass and cunt.
Rolling right across the mattresses, Eve rolled right up onto her knees, her vision barely spinning as she faced the snarling Shyla. Catching the blonde's first punch, which would have driven right into her right tit, the brunette took the second blow, thrown with Shyla's dominant hand, right on the chin, snapping her head backwards.
Dazing her enemy with a distracting one-two, Shyla cragged her claws down the woman's still sticky chest, drawing blood from those giant boobs as the brunette screamed in sudden pain. Missing with a uppercut meant to shut Eve up (especially if she'd bitten her own tongue), Shyla winced as the naked slut swung a fist right into her ribs under her raised arm.
Grabbing Shyla's outstretched arm, Eve hammered her opponent over and over again in the side. Mike's drugs had done a good job of making each Gladiatrix forget her injuries, but the large bruise right under Shyla's heaving tits was still there, and Eve aimed solely for it.
Spitting up blood, Shyla smashed a fist into Eve's mouth to knock her back before nearly collapsing as she retreated backwards away from the stunned brunette. Breathing raggedly as the pain in her side flared up again, many times worse than before, the blonde forced herself up to her feet as Eve did the same.
Both Gladiatrixes charged forward, Eve raising her knee right into Shyla's side as the blonde swung her fist low, catching the brunette right between the legs. Both women screamed in pain as they fell forward, held up by one anothers weight as they once again cracked heads. For a second, Mike thought they were both about to fall back unconscious as their yells cut out at the same time, only for a wetly groaning Shyla to grab Eve by the hair and yank her head back.
Eve shrieked as sharp nails dug into her thighs, seeking her undefended pussy as the blonde hauled her head backwards. Ramming her knuckles into Shyla's side, she felt something inside the woman break at the same time she was released. Blood running down her thighs, the brunette backed up a few feet then swung her leg right up between Shyla's, crushing the woman's black-silk covered crotch and lifting her off the ground.
Shyla only barely stayed on her feet, stumbling backwards across the mattresses as she landed. In desperation, the blonde swung a backhanded fist right across, catching the oncoming Eve across the mouth in a spray of blood. Finding her feet, she forced her way forward, shouldering the brunette to her back.
Screaming in anger, Eve dug her heel in under Shyla's stomach as the blonde went to knee drop on top of her. Groaning as Shyla fell on top of her, she shrieked as sharp nails dragged against her sides, retaliating by slamming her fist into the raspily breathing blonde's ribcage, the brunette snarled, eye to eye with her rival.
Writhing on the ground, the Gladiatrixes clawed and punched at one another, Shyla coughing blood in Eve's face as she lay on top. Digging her thighs into the brunette's sides, the long haired blonde lifted up over the woman, holding herself up by digging sharp nails into a large tit, she cocked her fist back.
Snapping a punch up into Shyla's face, Eve gagged as the woman brought her fist down on her throat. Struggling to breath as the blonde gripped her by the neck, she went back to driving her fists into the gasping Shyla's bruised midsection.
Shyla held herself up above her enemy by putting all her weight on the bitch's throat. With both hands making Eve's face turn red, then purple, the blonde had no way of defending herself as the blacking out brunette pounded on her broken ribs.
Blood poured from Shyla's lips as she throttled the shuddering Eve by the neck. Panting with exhaustion, she collapsed limply on top of the barely breathing brunette.
Even without the twitching Shyla's hands on her throat, Eve still struggled for air, dark purple marks on her neck. Forcing the blonde over, the brunette rolled her on to her back. Shyla's eyes were rolling up into her head as she choked on her own blood, but Eve couldn't get any air either as she loomed over the blonde.
Falling forward, her eyes blank, Eve's bloody tits completely engulfed Shyla's upturned face. The brunette lay unmoving on top of her equally still romantic rival.
With the two Gladiatrixes clearly unable to continue, Mike finally intervened, much too late to save either. Even Gladiatrix medicine couldn't fix having drowned in one?s own blood, or a crushed trachea.
Laying out his former lovers back how they had fallen, Mike would be the only one who could record the result of their combat. Leaving Shyla's head fully covered by his former wife's breasts, Mike arrayed Eve's hair away from her own face, leaving her somewhat photogenic for her last Gladiatrix shot.
With a smash one of the rooms supposedly locked doors swung open as the only living Gladiatrix in the apartment mansion stumbled into the room.
Sara was covered in blood that was mostly not her own, and looked exhausted with an ancient Gladiatrix battleaxe over one shoulder. Not having used it just to avoid lockpicking through every door in the place, she also carried a pair of redhaired trophies that dripped a crimson trail through the small hallways between fighting rooms.
While nobody could ever know the specifics, the city had lost plenty of veteran Gladiatrixes. All that would be known was that Blair's former pupil Sara somehow ended up shacking up with Mike immediately after the loss of the two women who had actually been warring over him.
Gladiatrixes come and go. With luck, they achieve fame before the end. Shyla and Eve would certainly go down in infamy for having directly caused the losses of veterans like Blair, Tanya, Dee or Lily, as well as the suspected deaths of many others attached to their legends. But they could not overcome one another in the end.
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