The Society Pt 3- Cock Fight FvF

Ok, you know the drill, extreme violence, death mutilation etc etc.


His final practise had gone well. The hard faced, thirty something, black haired Balkan Dom was dressed for business in fishnets and suspenders, black stilettos, whip, studded black buckled cupless Basque that started above her naked hairy groin and finished supporting her bare forty inch chest, just below her teats. She had come all the way from a Albania by way of a Paris brothel, earning a lucrative bonus for her pimp, but only death for herself. She spoke little English, but quickly realised when Gregg had started off her session by battered her breasts blue and ripping out a large chunk of her curly pubic hair that she was fighting for her life. Mr Cox had been promised a naturally violent female with no inhibitions by the procurer, and he had certainly got what he had ordered.

She had fought back with a boot to Gregg?s shaved balls that had him screaming and then snapped the leather whip up between his ass cheeks to kiss his cock. The pain had electrified the Scott who had spin-kicked a bare foot across both of the Doms compact grapefruit bosoms. A vicious whip cut across his hairless chest, and then another as he fell, across his back, had enticed her to jump in attempting to crack a few ribs with her pointed leather boots, but from the floor Gregg had spun on his sweaty ass to knock her supporting leg out from under her so she fell heavily in a heap beside him. The tall male had to control his instincts to just crush a windpipe or break a neck, but lethal attacks were not allowed until the opponent was already finished. The duels in the arena were a war of attrition not a Blitzkrieg, and if you wanted advancement there were certain protocols to be observed. For males it should be always balls first if at all possible, and for female?s teats and then clits if you wanted to make the right impression.

As they both jumped up Gregg leapt forward and clinched her tight, slipping a hand into her hairy thatched groin to hoist her off her feet in a cunt claw. The women wailed and beat at his head as he avoided her claws in his eyes by burying his black hair into her enhanced chest. Her screams were even louder when he snaked his other hand into her ass and proceeded to rip and gouge at her shitter so both her holes now ran with blood. Dumping her to the mat Gregg then pinned the writhing spiting and cursing women down on the mat and set about removing his first set of teats. Cox had him wrench and burst the women?s implants and then twist and rotate the whole mammery so that it could be detached by pure muscle strength, but then he got the Scott to use the ?chew, rip, spit out,? method to move the teats from her breasts, as whole tit removal was time consuming and would have killed her far too early from blood loss. The Dom?s screams were deafening and it shocked him how loud her yells were, and also how turned on it made him, his normal ten incher expanding to eleven.

Rolling off the whimpering sobbing women he came back to Mr Cox who towelled him down, spraying on some pain killers and coagulants to his wounds before going over to look at the women. The old man had before they had started given her a big dose of some illegal drug, he now doubled the dose and helped her to her feet pointing her at Gregg. With a scream she lunged at him, catching him a kick in the thigh that sunk in two inches of her boots razor sharp stiletto, but Gregg bit back his scream and smashed a heavy right fist into her pretty face, splitting her left cheek open, bursting her top lip, and dislodging two teeth. The Dom rocked backwards and fell, whereupon he snatched hold of her hair lifted her back up to a sitting position, and then methodically bashed in the prone women?s face with knee lifts.

Now as she lay on her back semi-conscious after he had exhausted himself destroying her features, Mr Cox supervised his efforts to take his first clit. It was not as easy as it sounded; he had been all fingers and thumbs trying to get a good grip, and this was with the women not fighting back. Cox was soon reminiscing about his first de-cliting, and after demonstrating various methods for Gregg to try, leaving the large quivering lump of flesh in tatters but still attached to the frothing and gurgling Dom?s body, Gregg was instructed to use the trusty teeth method to chew off the sex. Staggering up awash with blood, Mr Cox had passed him fight tested but then kicked him hard in the balls as a punishment for forgetting the eye?s.
?Eyes is allowed in a duel where both parties have already agreed that only one party will be left alive at the end.? He sniffed in distain as Gregg writhed on the floor, ?and I would be failing in my duty if I didn?t show you how to blind a bitch as well as gut one.?

As two of the Health Club staff arrived with a gurney and black rubber body bag, Cox and Gregg slipped on their light weight track suits before exiting the private training room, heading for the showers.
?So get those welts looked at soon as we gets back to work by the nurse. She?ll put a couple of stitches in the worst ones.? And then Cox raised a subject he knew that he dreaded. ?The Duelling Council has in consideration of your lowly rank allowed this fight to be with ?Seconds?. So the Panther will have to choose from one of her many lovers.? As Gregg did not reply he continued. ?Well, who is the lucky lady, or boy, who gets to be your partner? Remember as the dispute is about legal advice as well as the going Pound rate at the time you have two departments from which to choose.? Gregg grunted non committal as they entered the locker room, and stripped off before entering the showers.

He had slept with three girls from his department at the Bank in the eight months that he had been there, two of whom he was sure were ?Probationers?, but if your fighting for your life he fancied having at least an Associate in his corner to help him, and as yet he had not made up his mind who would be the lucky lady he would expand his passion on, and then convince to share the arena with him. That evening at the regular monthly open meeting of the Society, in the 17th century duelling pit under the Banks old City building, the decision was made for him. The Room was sparely attended, no big names were fighting and the bill only had one scheduled match, a non Bank related dispute, being held on neutral ground, between some Iraqi?s and Turkish business men, but then at the last minute an affair of honour was added. Two ?ladettes? had fallen out after a drinking session and both tried to mount the same man at the same time. It was a petty incident and would not normally have been sanction for a duel and the bitches told to find a quite ally to cat it out in, but as both were Probationers, incredibly hot early twenties fitness babes, and eager for their first kill, an exception had been made.

More cynically Gregg realised that due to the economic problems at present the Bank was shedding staff, and an unfortunate death or ten would help the balance sheet. However as Gregg admired the two lean naked felines strutting their stuff as they entered the pit he couldn?t help but sigh as these were the two early twenty bitches he had screwed, and had been hoping to convince one of them that their prefect way to become and Associate was to partner him against the Panther. After tonight one of the vicious females would be dead or worse, and the other certainly not fit to fight for a few months at least, and therefore of no use to Gregg who would have the face the Panther in seven weeks time, at the Quarter Day meeting of the Society. Both the girls were blondes and enjoyed flaunting their firm fitness club muscled hour glass figures, red gleaming cunt slits and pert 34 inch chests. Even though refined ladies when in their cocktail dresses they were street brawlers at heart, which was one of the reasons they had got their jobs above many better qualified applicants.