Los Vegas Gladiatrix

[johnsmith2007]

Los Vegas Gladiatrix

This is a teaser for a new set of stories I am thinking of writing. Hope you like the background.

Normal warning about nasty things etc.


She had chosen the name ?Belle Star? from a magazine, some Wild West outlaw, and it had fitted exactly what she wanted. Standing nearly six foot with a long main of golden red hair Belle already looked impressive having been trained in mixed martial arts and NHB fighting since she was a teen. She had a light glowing tan that emphasised her flowing lean muscular build, highlighting her black trimmed ?landing strip? Brazilian and her two jutting 36 inch breasts were small triangles of pale skin from sunbathing in a skimpy string bikini, directing the eye to her obvious sexual assets. Belle was in her early twenties and had led an adventurous, dangerous and often criminal life until hooking up with the wrong man in Los Vegas had landed her in the hands of the mob. She had been lucky, her partner in the attempted Casino scam went into a new section of highway to the airport, and just in case Belle should get the wrong idea she was made to watch as the concrete was poured in over her lover while he scrambled to get out of the trench. They could use a girl with her talents, the big Italian had said as he had driven her to one of the hundreds of cheap skin shows on the outskirts of the glittering city. In the basement a howling crowed of about a hundred watched a succession of cage fights; no rules, no mercy, to a finish. Belle wasn?t sure if she actually witnessed any deaths, but certainly some of the women who were fighting were not going to walk away easily after their defeats. She was told most were ex dancers, showgirls or strippers and most did it to pay off debts or feed a habit. Many had no fighting skills at all except what a hasty week or two in a shady gym had taught them. So, when she had been ordered to strip and thrown into the cage naked against two young blond hookers with inflated false tits, the show had not gone the way the crowd had expected. The two blond lesbians had charged across the cage at her and before she had had time to react the three of them were one tangle of clawing, biting, and ripping feline flesh. However Belle was as strong and nasty as the next bitch. She concentrated on getting the smaller and much younger girl out of the fight early, and soon had her sobbing in a corner nursing a bitten and bleeding cunt and holding a broken wrist. Then, ignoring her own wounds, she set about destroying the bigger older dagger dyke. She had killed the big hooker by breaking her neck and then returned to the younger fighter to send her to the ER in a coma with multiple fractures. The not so innocent blonds had received the pent up rage Belle had been keeping under control since her capture and repeated rapes by the mobs enforcers.
?OK girl, you got the goods we want?, was all that was said to her after they pulled her off of the broken and smashed blonds, and she next found herself on a secure floor of one of the large casino hotels. Most of the rooms were empty, but there were five other women on the floor sharing its private gym and rec area, but Belle soon realised that she was in nothing but a luxury prison. She found out soon enough she was now the property of the ?Oracle Casino Hotel Conference and Leisure Facility, Inc?, Gladiatrix Fights Division. High rollers would pay to watch and bet on death fights and watch her and the other girls fighting for their survival either live or via screens in a special auditorium in the hotel basement while drinking fine Champaign and nibbling at canap?s. They were pet pampered pit-bull bitches held until their usefulness was over, and Belle suspected not released as she had been told, but just buried somewhere in the desert outside town.
Servants came and delivered food each day, and an expense account allowed her to roam the large casino hotels public areas, buy cloths and drinks and even fuck a hustler or two if she wanted, extra money and bonuses, she was told,would be granted if she survived her first fight. Meanwhile they had a tape of her murdering the big blond and would send it to the police if she made trouble or ran away, assuming they didn?t just kill her. The main house rule was ?do not leave the hotel area? unless checked in with a body guard (?for your own protection of course?). She saw the other young women only briefly while training and had been instructed not to talk with them. ?You don?t want to become friends with someone whose eyes your going to have to gouge out?, was how Bruno her assigned trainer and guard explained the situation to her. He had helped her choose her new name and also her ?accessories?. The old bare knuckle fighting mobster had been really turned on when she had selected to fight in a pair of four inch stiletto heeled brown leather cowboy boots with a nasty pointed toe and decorated on each side by a blue Texas lone star. Matching blue glitter stockings and an electric blue suspender belt completing the minimal outfit. She like all the other women she would be bare assed and bare titted in combat offering cunt and breast as target to the vicious boots and the more orthodox fists, knees and teeth of their opponent. She was told her first fight would be next Saturday so she had five days to get used to the strange out fit with the potentially lethal razor heels and impaling pointed toes. She was also warned her opponent would similarly be equipped with these deadly weapons and have had martial arts and NHB training. Rules for the fight were simple explained Bruno, ?Rules,? he laughed, ?Who needs em!?.
Bruno had given her some DVD?s to look at and given her a potted history of the fights. Ever since the mob came to Vegas in the forties they had been running fights; men, women, animals anything that got the high rollers hooked. Women had always been popular and due to the showgirls and strippers that flocked to Vegas cheap and in good supply. Some were just slapping catfights, others vicious struggles in rusty cages with very desperate untrained fighters, and at the top end gladiatorial combat with pretty young women murdering each other. Belle did not have to guess which level of the fight game she was participating in. Bruno told her that all the other women, her five potential opponents, had killed at least once, and he hinted that he thought she should have had a bit more time to train and been sent to the ?Club House?, so as to be groomed properly. The Club House she learnt was a large golf course owned by the mob where fighters trained and recuperated between fights, only those scheduled to fight that week would come to the Casino to enjoy the luxury life before maybe ending their life altogether. However four fights were normally scheduled every Saturday night, but due to deaths and injuries they were two fighters down even to make the normal card. With a shudder Belle realised this may have been the only reason she had not been thrown in the pit with her man to drown in a sea of fast setting concrete.
She trained hard, ignoring the appraising glances of the other women and their muscle bound trainers. She watched the DVDs of previous fights, each featured one of the women she had seen in the hotel, and they all had ?killed? many times before. What shocked her was not the brutality of the fight or the savage skills displayed but the tone. These were promo video?s, ? Let me fight for your pleasure?, ?Come see me train?, ?You can buy a share in me, the more I kill the more you will earn?, and above all, ?Look how good I am, place your bets on me?.
Saturday morning came and she found that at some time during the night she had been locked in her suite. The big black stud she had been with in the lounge and taken to bed with her had disappeared as if by magic. The Maid bought food, but accompanied by a guard who locked and unlocked the door, and then late in the afternoon a male nurse came and gave her various pills and injections. She was chaperoned to the gym to train and then escorted back to her room. At about eleven in the evening Bruno appeared and she was ushered to the elevator for the trip down to the basement. It was the first time she saw the Mexican women. She realised immediately she was not one of the bitches who she had seen in the hotel or on the DVDs. The two women glared at each other from under the traditional fighter?s hooded gowns that concealed both of their naked bodies. Belle guessed she was in her early thirties, probably ten or so years older than the redhead and with a dark Hispanic tan. Her hair was flowing to just below her neck in coal black waves which matched her jet black eyes. She was at least four inches shorter than the tall American but well muscled and probably stronger and heavier than the slim redhead. Belle returned the threat with her own green-eyed vixen stare. The noise when they entered the basement was stunning and bouncers cleared a path to the glass box arena that Belle had only seen and practised in for the first time yesterday. Her fight would not be the first of the night she realised, a tall African-American women was taking the congratulations of the crowd while seated nonchalantly atop the bar, as was a statuesque brunette white women with pronounced east European features. Both women, naked and glistening from a sheen of sweat and blood, chatted and laughed as they allowed the paying customers to grope at them. She had not seen the Slav bitch before, so she must also have been called in late to make up the card for tonight. Two black rubber body bags were dumped in a corner near the entrance to the furnace room.
?Our third fight of the night features?, cheers and catcalls echoed around the basement, ?In the very red corner The Red Fox herself, Imelda,? She was obviously a crowed favourite as a massive eruption of cheering met this announcement, ?And to face one of our most experienced Gladiatrixes, a novice newcomer eager to make her name. In her first fight give a big Oracle Arena welcome to Belle Star, the Texas Cowgirl.? The cheering was noticeably less vociferous and she could hear mixed in calls of ?fresh meat?. As they were led into the glass box both women?s trainers whipped off their gowns leaving them naked in the arena. The Mexican women started to curse at Belle in Spanish and Belle replied in both Spanish and English while the announcer and trainers hurriedly left the box and the door was closed sealing them in.
?Your little cunny, putta, will be added to my collection. I should be in my bedroom now being fucked by my man but I have to come all the way here to put your little ass out of its misery?, ranted the dark tanned older bitch. Belle could see the betting on large screens and the odds were vastly in favour of the veteran, but then she spotted the Mex was standing slightly oddly. Belle noticed the other women was favouring her right leg as she paced and flexed her muscles. Then on closer examination the sculptured muscled body of the Hispanic women started to give up its secretes. A fine dusting of red glitter body paint was concealing bruises and contusions across most of her pendulous thirty-eight inch left breast, bruising and swelling and a knee support was nearly hidden by her scarlet fishnet stockings, and face makeup was covering a still bruised cheek and blackened eye. It occurred to Belle that Imelda had been forced to fight tonight even though not a hundred percent fit because not enough other fighters were available. She would not be as impossible to beat as Belle originally imagined, she would fight a fast paced kick and run fight and the old cow would find it hard to keep up with her with an already injured leg, but over confidence had always been the redhead?s weakness.
Without any command to fight the older women charged across the reinforced glass floor and plunged the pointed toe of her red crocodile ankle boot straight into Belle?s lower gut before the American even grasped the fight had started. Then as the redhead staggered back retching she stabbed a red stiletto heel into Belles left leg. Fortunately for the younger women she missed taking out her knee cap but the stab to Belles thigh slowed her down as she backed away instinctively dodging kicks and blocking punches from the other fighter. Belle?s pert ass hit the back of the glass wall cutting off her retreat and luckily she skipped away from a heel thrust which gouged a hole in the wall where seconds earlier her groin had been. The Mexican women was yelling with each blow and Belle found herself crying out in unison as she blocked and dodged them, and then in desperation she started to hit back. The sweating Mex bitch received an elbow smash that left her face bloody and then grabbing the older women on a clinch Belle used her kick boxing skills to hit her repeatedly in the lower belly and hairy black cunt with knee lifts. In return a fist to redheads face bloodied her nose and a kick that could have taken her head off she managed to ride, but felt the razor heel cut her lips and a spray blood splash across her heaving chest. As they staggered back to the middle of the arena to the baying of the excited crowd Imelda broke free by head butting the American and sending Belle, her head spinning to the shiny slippery glass floor. The crash of skulls had also stunned the older vixen but recovering quickly she rained stomps at the rolling and twisting form of the white women until Belle brought her down hard by flicking her legs out from under her. Imelda, the experienced Gladiatrix, had ignored her pain but as she fell her already injured knee twisted under her and for the first time in the fight Belle heard her scream with pain and not with fury. For a few seconds the Mexican catfighter lost her edge and sat up nursing the knee in its red fishnet stocking. It was all the time Belle needed, she spun on her sweaty ass to face the stricken bitch, coiling her legs up and bracing herself on her back she unleashed her spiked heels into the Hispanic?s muscled side. The spikes cracked at least two of the veterans ribs and she rolled way groaning with blood dripping from the two puncher wounds, but before she could crawl out of range Belle struck again. At full stretch the redhead whipped the cutting razor edge of her right cowboy across the firm stomach of the black haired women and sliced open her guts to a massive howl from the audience and a squeal of agony from the crippled Mex. The tall slim redhead pulled herself to her feet with the aid of the glass wall. She could hear the Mexican sobbing as she also clambered up to face her younger challenger holding her ripped guts and nursing her smashed ribs.
?Your meat bitch? Belle screamed across the glass arena at the veteran, and suddenly the crowd, which had cheered every move the older bitch had made, were calling Belle?s name instead.
The Mexican women was holding her ribs as she felt them grate across each other and she tried her best not to scream as she hobbled on her red stiletto?s away from her opponent. She needed time to regain her composure, shut out the pain and think of a plan. She had nearly died in fights at least four times, she had survived a cunt gutting by that Chinese bitch last year and finished her of by slowly strangling the gurgling women with one of her own black stockings before she fainted from blood loss, and when she had killed that big Greek to claim the top fighter ranking she had lost both teats before crushing the hags throat with a high kicking spike. No amateur in her first fight was going to claim her clit. Blood oozed from the slashing wound across her stomach and her head spun. The American cow had got her good, one eye now swollen shut as she tried not to slip in the pools of her own blood that spattered the glass arena floor.
?Your mine putta.? Spat the redheaded American women through her bloody mouth, ?Now honey how do you want this, nasty or nice?, Belle?s Texas accent drawling the words to emphasis she was in control as she circled the other naked injured women. Blood dripped down the blue stocking legs of the Anglo from her spiked and battered cunt, trickling into her razor heeled cowboy boots. Even if the fucking Mex wanted it nice she was going to give it to her nasty after the cunt kicking that the Latino had given her and then nearly cutting out her clit with a stiletto spike.
?Fuck you, shit eater? hissed back the Hispanic women as she backed against the wall of the reinforced glass box they were fighting in. The small crowd?s shouts and cheers echoed in the confined space of the glass cage arena as the rich men and women, dressed in tuxedos and party dresses, encouraged the fighters they had bet upon. Their faces were in shadow, hidden from the combatants by the part mirrored glass and the dazzling effect of the flood lights illuminating every deadly move of the two female combatants. Imelda knew she was facing death. This new bitch was going to kill her if she didn?t think of something. Staggering she slipped, her plump ass hitting the cold glass of the box floor and the red-haired vixen leapt forward to stomp her now downed foe. However Imelda was the victor of over thirty combats and had the clits of her victims in her trophy case to prove it. Belle rushed straight forward only to face a suddenly up thrust red stiletto heel meant to impale her sex on its already gory razor edge, but at the last second the tall slim women instead of de-sexing herself on the scarlet spike leapt over it. The older Mexican squealed as the two knife blades of the redheads boots sliced down into her own hairy cunt as she landed her vault perfectly on the hairy lower belly of the Hispanic bitch. Both Cowgirl stilettos chopped down and severed the sex from the curly forested groin of the older women. Imelda screamed in agony as her fully engorged clit was butchered and she was cunted by the younger fighter and left sitting in a growing pool of her own rich cunt blood.
?Shit no,? wailed the stricken women, as she looked in disbelief at the proof of her ruin. Belle raised her arms high and took the plaudits of the crowed as the growing gush of blood from the Mexican stained the glass floor magenta. Her long toned body ached and her cunt throbbed with pain as did her cut and lacerated thigh and left tit. But all was forgotten in her adrenaline rush of victory as the looser slowly bled to death at her feet.

It was like a dream when three days latter she awoke in a luxury room at the ?Large Oaks Golf and Country Club?. After her victory she had enjoyed seeing the final fight while sitting naked among her admires on top of the bar while a very handsome male nurse had given her immediately relief for the most pressing wounds and a powerful painkiller that had made her giggle and joke, even at her own cut and sliced sex. She had auctioned her garter belt and ripped and bloody stockings to the fans, but Bruno stepped in to take care of her custom made fight boots. Then all was a blur except for a ride in a private ambulance with the other four victorious fighters to a private clinic. Two days of minor operations and assessments had followed before late in the evening a limousine had arrived to pick her and another one of the fighters up and take them out into the desert to the Club House. She sat with the black women who had also ?killed? that evening. The women who she new was called Latoya just glared at her as they sat side by side without saying a word for the whole of the forty-five minute drive. As they both were helped out by uniformed flunkies at the impressive doorway to the Club the muscular African-American leaned over, smiled and hissed in Belle?s ear,
?If she was fit she would have eaten you alive, you red neck whore.?

Any feedback ideas welcome, John

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ September 10, 2007 11:32 AM: Message edited by: johnsmith2007 ]</font>

[MikeJV]

That was awesome, great setup and starting fight! It's not a complaint, but I'd really would of loved to see Belle take the woman's big clit as a trophy, like she'd told Belle would happen to her. That's really the only "flaw" in an otherwise briliant and very enjoyable story! Looking forward to more of this series.

MikeJV

[Catwacher]

FANTASTIC tale John! I love series sagas and you have a winner with this one. Great punching action as well as the kicks (love the boots) and sexual blows.

Looking forward to more!


Cat