Arimi???s Story1 - An ex-lover

**johnsmith2007** · April 12th, 2008, 11:10 AM

Arimi?s Story1 - An ex-lover

Usual warnings about violence and sex

The lift comprised of four walls of mirrors, and thus allowed it?s single occupant to preen herself to her hearts content as it ascended to the rooftop bar lounge; checking her make-up, flicking into place her long glossy flowing raven hair, and smoothing down her miniscule dress so it hugged her body like a second skin. It gave the young Japanese/Chinese women the best view possible of her near perfect athletic and well proportion heavy breasted nubile body. The small sun dresses front was cut to well below her firm toned navel, showing off two silver ?lightening strike? tattoos that pointed towards the just hidden treasure below. The back plunged down to show the first hint of the valley between her firm ass cheeks, showing off as much of her lightly sun kissed body as was decent. Opening her small gold coloured leather clutch bag she pulled out her lipstick and applied another layer of glossy scarlet to her full pouting lips before igniting a Gauloises with a slim ebony black gas jet lighter. A ?ding? signalled the lift had arrived at its destination. Twenty-one, beautiful, and deadly, she fixed on her most seductive smile and exited the small compartment, ?Work can be so hard sometimes? she mused to herself.

Arimi was wearing her hottest little see-through ?fuck-me? red dress, all straps and gaps, revealing nearly everything, but just covering enough to make you want to see more. As she entered the bar heads tuned and quite a few males and just as many females shot hungry looks her way. She gave a broad grin to the tall muscled barman, took a long drag at her French cigarette before exhaling slowly. She didn?t really like smoking as a habit, but it gave her the chance to pout her full scarlet glossy lips as the cloud of blue ether swirled around. She had been taught this would add greatly to that all important first sexual reaction, and also give her those precious seconds to look around and asses the room, just in case a quick exit was necessary. Adding to her ?bad girl? image the beautiful Japanababe then purposefully dropped the burning cancer stick onto the thick orange carpet and ground it out with the heel of her right six inch gold leather thonged stiletto.

The gold bondage leather ties of the toeless high heels wound up to just below her knee?s and as she bent slowly over to wipe an imaginary smug from off the thin pointed razor heel she caught a shimmering reflection of her face in her metallic silver toenail polish. Smiling at her own elegant features she realised she had come a long way since graduating from her high school three years previously. Pausing for an instant, bent at the hips, she insured anyone interested would note her slightly tanned lean muscled legs, firm and tight ass, and the fact that she was obviously not wearing any knickers. ?Going Commando? was now no longer an instant challenge as it had been at school, but surrounded by overheated sexual animals as she was, it was still flirting with danger, and that made it all the more enjoyable. However as ?Silver? regained her full six foot height, ?five six? her, plus six from the shoes, she noted as she had expected nearly every female and most of the males were dressed to impress, and though in her opinion she still stood out, quite a few of the other cats in the bar were nearly up to her own high standards.

She swayed across to a solitary bar stool and slipped onto it, making sure all the observers at the nearby tables got a fleeting glimpse of her shaved smooth hairless slit.
?Your guest card madam? enquired the hunk behind the bar, and Arimi clipped open her clutch bag and produced her swipe card, which the man scanned into his machine. She heard him give a slight sigh as he had obviously quickly read the warning that must have flashed up on the small screen, but he hid his concern as he mixed her a rum punch over a mass of crushed ice.
?I hear I can get a buxom blonde to play with if I talk to the right person?, she whispered across to the attentive male as he poured the alcoholic mixture into a tall glass and produced the obligatory ?umbrella? with cherries to float on the top of the drink. He grinned back as she slowly slid open her small bag to reveal a wad of dollars and a large black ribbed and studded strap-on dong, thus dispelling any doubts as to the meaning of her request.

?If Madam wants to punish a big blonde that badly I?m sure I?ll be able to find a suitable candidate?. His grin was that of a crocodile, but as her handbag was made from the scrotum of that particular predator this only made her own broad smile widen.
?I want to choose,? she purred, ?and pick out a pretty one?.
The man frowned, but for an extra hundred agreed to let her take her choice. He secretly palmed a note, with a scribbled time and location on it, to her as he passed over her drink. With a nod to the barman the raven haired beauty turned on her stool to survey the ?competition? in the large room, and smiled inwardly to herself ?why did she take these senseless risks,? and instantly answered her own question, ?because she enjoyed it so much.? Spinning on her chair she had not noticed another youthful feline pad up beside her and they accidentally knocked arms, letting fall Arimi?s small clutch bag and spilling the ?war harness? onto the counter between the two young women. The other girl choked back a scream as she dropped her Champaign glass, to land with a small crunch on the wood panelled floor between them.

Arimi immediately realised she must have recognised the stylised ornamentation and special belt of a Japanese duelling strap-on and quickly turned to face the other cat, bracing herself for instant action. Shocked, she found herself looking into the flushed handsome boyish features of her ex-lover, Ichigo. Her hair was cut short and spiky, dyed in a punk style, and she had not continued her growth spurt as had Arimi, so she was now maybe an inch in height shorter than her old school friend. But she was the long dead Ichigo none the less. The other girl was wearing a pure virginal white cotton mini-dress with a deep vee in the front and white high heels. As the four pairs of bosoms jostled together Silver noted she had maybe at least a size on her ex-lover but Ichigo was definitely a few pounds heavier in weight, due to her still boyish wide shouldered build.

?I thought you were dead,? gasped out Arimi, but before she could say anything more the other female had slapped her hard across the face.
?Liar, you can?t trick me. I knew eventually they would send someone, but I didn?t think it would be you,? she hissed at her the other girl, and then glancing at the heavy rubberised weapon, spat a full mouthful of salty fluid full into Arimi?s pretty face.
?I had expected a warning and time to prepare,? she growled, ?but I?m as ready as I will ever be.? She gave Arimi a glare full of hate and venom, so much so that her look seemed to hurt ?Silver? far worse than the slap. ?I hope you are as good as you used to be, as I have had lots of practise these last three years?, she hissed.

Then she glanced across Arimi?s shoulder and cried out. ?No, don?t, No, you don?t have to. She is honourable; she has come to challenge me.? Then pain gripped Silver?s body, freezing her in its excruciating hold. Whoever it was, she was very good, thought the practised expert in nerve pinches, as her mind started to grey out. Silver had not heard or sensed her ambusher?s approach, but the ten sharp talons digging into her neck and spine were perfectly placed, and the nerve claw had literally stopped the young beauty breathing, she could not even get out a scream to release some of the agony overflowing her body. Training somehow took over, and as a last effort, as she tumbled back spasming into the clutches of her unseen foe, she flicked the screwed up paper with the details of her secret meeting away across the room. She indistinctly heard the patrons of the bar laughing and then to Silver?s surprise the last thing she heard before she blacked out was her ?ex? screaming.
?Don?t kill her; you don?t have to kill her!? Maybe she still likes me, was her last thought before the darkness blotted up the pain.

As the world slowly filtered back into focus all that Arimi was aware of was the catcalls and cheering. She was shackled naked, except for a pair of black calf high regulation sports boots in the corner of a wrestling ring, and the noise was coming from a raucous group of fifty or sixty well dressed but masked men and women. The ring was set up in a circular sunken sand floored area, played on by spot lights, and the crowd who were hardly discernable in the darkness, were looking down at her from tiered seats. In short she was in some sort of arena. Two attendants helped her up, unshackled her and then quickly started to feed her tablets and liquids as well as administering two booster shots in her arm. She stretched and flexed the knots out of her stiff body as adrenaline started to course through her young body and exhilaration, excitement, and a need to do harm and violence flooded her mind. She knew the feel and taste of fight drugs, and these were good ones, ?what the hell was going on?. Then the booming voice of the MC echoed around the dark cavernous space.

?Our second fight tonight is a submission only death fight, between two ex-lovers. They are both NHB and MMA wrestling trained, and so we have set up our ring to make them feel at home. As this is a ?Scream your Submission? match,? the mob yelled there approval at this, ?a fighter who permanently incapacitates there opponent will be executed,? another roar of approval echoed round the dark arena, and then Silver spotted Ichigo prancing and stretching in the opposite corner, dressed, or to be more precise, undressed, exactly the same as she was. Their naked bodies glistened under a thin film of baby oil, with the black lace up boot being their only attire, if you discounted the other vixens near full torso covering array of Yakuza tattoos.
?So please place your last bets as we are about to start our second entertainment.?

To Silvers surprise Ichigo jumped up to give the old school fight challenge to her ex-lover. Silver replied in kind, and both young women sat on their ring posts legs spread wide, hooked over the ropes showing each other their hot dripping excited clits, showing their opponent what was at stake, and what they would ruin and destroy to win. A gong sounded and the mob jumped to their feet yelling, and before Silver had a second to consider her position further she was defending as hard as she could against a rain of kicks and chops from the smaller Amazon. Instinctively she ducked under another swinging leg and rolled across the canvas to jump up by the opposite ring rope. She didn?t remember this ?throwing your self about? bit being so hard, but luckily her fitness and fight training regime had not completely slipped since school. She had in fact kept up a pretty rigorous regime, in her line of work you needed too, and she had fought some very nasty catfights and sexfights over the last few years.

However none of this prepared you for all out combat in the ring, but the overdosed cocktail of stim?s and suppressants were working their magic in her blood stream, killing her pain and quicken her reflexes. Dodging another flying boot from the bellowing Ichigo, who was punctuating every move with a yell and a scream, this time she decide to fight back. Dropping to the canvas she spun on her naked ass shooting the supporting foot out from under the other girl, but her momentary victory was very short lived as the punk haired vixen saved her self by snatching hold of the ropes and instead stomped down onto Silvers extended left leg. With a groan the raven haired beauty hit back with a powerful cunt kick aimed at the momentarily exposed red shinning shaved slit of the spiky haired bitch. Her reward was a throaty scream from her ?ex? as the black boot?s hard sole smacked home on the open wet cunt and smashed the clit up onto her unyielding pubic bone. Ichigo staggered away cursing, and clutching herself, as the crowed roared its approval of the indecently low blow, and Silver, rubbing her bruised leg, regained her feet.

She had a few seconds before Ichigo?s next attack and looking around she had a bit of time to consider what was going on. The small bitch was supposedly dead, killed on her first mission after graduating, and Silver had wept herself nearly to suicide over what had happened. The tomb offerings she had bought had cost a small fortune, and she guessed the money was not refundable now after three years. Unlike Silver, who was strictly a Ronin, loyal to no particular Ziabatsu, and would do just about anything to anybody for the right amount of money, her school friend had been? no was? part of a clan, loyal to serve unto death. As the smaller vixen charged in to attack her old lover, Silver realised that discovery usually meant death or worse for anyone who had deserted the banner of their Ziabatsu. As she blocked a nasty mule kick and then retaliated for a mammery wobbling breast chop with a hot finger clit jab at the other girls already bleeding cunt, Silver understood that Ichigo must think she had been hired to kill her, or return her to the tender mercy of her ?Uncles?. The stupid girl, she obviously had no idea how much those old men loved her, she had not seen them cry rivers, and the old man who had sent her off on her mission had cut off his middle finger in repentance. However, Ichigo had always been gullible and trusting, and Arimi realized, whoever had told her that they would not in any case know of her whereabouts within a few months of her disappearance, was also either a fool or just plain lying to her.

Bouncing off the ropes Silver ducked a fist and again sent a chop into Ichigo?s chest, this time eliciting a small scream from the other girl, but her friend was quick to retaliate. By the time Silver had turned Ichigo had jumped on to the ropes and then vaulting up she snap tumbled to land an inch perfect drop kick on the proud jutting mammeries of the raven haired gladiatrix. This time it was Silver?s turn to scream as the pain shot though her breasts, and she was thrown to the mat to land with a thud spread eagled moaning. Landing athletically back on her two feet the smaller Japanababe now stomped and kicked at the ripe milking targets that Silver presented to her. A soccer style punt deforming Arimi?s left breast, and sending it up to hit the young women in the face. For the next ten minutes Silver fought back, hitting repeatedly at the fast moving Ichigo?s cunt, ass, and tits, so that her ?ex? was now bruised and battered all over. However, though the heavier bitch had distributed her attacks liberally over her opponent?s naked body, Silver soon became aware that she was suffering an extreme case of ?breast envy?. Ichigo was saving her most powerful drop kicks, her heaviest punches, and her nastiest claws for Arimi?s tender tits.

Fending off two slaps meant for her swelling chest Arimi became locked in a test of strength with the heavier girl. Their hands gripped and squeezed as they braced their muscled toned bodies trying to force the other fighter back and down where they would be at their mercy. The crowed quickly became involved and cheers of support for their chosen gladiatrix rang around the underground arena while the two young women squealed with exertion trying to force the other back. Arimi had forgotten how strong her old friend was, and the stockier female was soon forcing her to her knee?s, but deftly using her extra height she managed to push up Ichigo?s arms and then swinging them round and down put the short haired girl in a painful finger lock.
?Shit. Shit,? whimpered the punk, but then powering back she spread their arms out wide to firmly smack both sets of full breasts together in a grinding chest squashing fingerlocked tit-wrestling match.

?Fuck. Fuck,? was all Arimi could hiss into the ear of her opponent as they slowly gyrated around the mat, both ex-lovers resting their heads on each other shoulders, while their sweaty bodies fought out the duel in the closest and most intimate of contests. Silver was losing the tit-war but she had immediately upped the anti and as they ground upper bodies she had sent her clit into the contest and was out fucking the other girl with her hard erect sex, pushing back Ichigo?s nub, and causing her to moan with pain and sexual tension. However the shorter women still kept heaving her torso from side to side, tit slapping the injured mammeries of the taller girl, but then, jiggling her breasts a little she sent her smaller tits sweeping under Silver red globes and lifted them both skyward with a resounding wet slap. The taller female wailed and fell back and their sweaty hands slipped apart as she fell weeping with chest pain to the canvas. However Silver?s battle senses never left her, and even as she crumpled she shot a four finger dagger thrust into the hot excited slit of the other girl, sending Ichigo stumbling backwards holding herself screaming with cunt pain.

Sitting on the mat Arimi nursed her two milkers. The pain in her chest was nearly killing her. Silver had been in plenty of nasty catfights over the last few years but they did not compare to the relentless attacks that Ichigo was targeting to her full double D?s. She had had plenty of experience of tit and nipple twisting but her full bosom now gave her opponent lots of scope for punching and kicking and smashing that had not really been there when she was a schoolgirl. The big bags were now very red and the left one was turning a nasty shade of purple where Ichigo had kicked and stomped it earlier. Both her jutting teats were seeping blood and lymph and with every breath, as the mammeries rose and fell, she could feel the effects of the damage internally on her maternal milkers. One consolation to her was that the other little bitch was also suffering similar pain, but was obviously more attuned to this type of thing, as she seemed to be better able to ignore the agony. For once Arimi envied a woman with breasts a couple of sizes smaller than hers.

John,

Conclusion to this fight to follow, hopefully next week

Then I?m going to do something completely different, a ?Bare Back Riding, Pony Fight? before we get back (eventually) to the main story line.

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ April 14, 2008 10:34 AM: Message edited by: johnsmith2007 ]</font>