The Society Pt 3- Cock Fight FvF

[johnsmith2007]

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.

[johnsmith2007]

Now naked and oiled and having consumed a flask of the Societies own heady mixture of herbs and drugs they were ready to do whatever it took to win, and stain the sand of the arena?s fight pit wit the sexual juices and blood of their opponent. Tina was a bit taller and paler skinned than the other blonde, and her golden hair fell in ringlets to her shoulders while Monica, her intended victim in tonight?s match, had her blonde hair fashioned into short curls to her neck and bleached white blonde, and her firm toned nude body wore a spray on beach holiday tan,. Both girls confidently played to the crowd, glistening in their nakedness under the glow of the torches, hard scarlet nipples thrusting and their firm juicy clits pocking out from their sheaths, dripping excitedly at the prospect of violence. Body art was minimal and tasteful on their oiled glistening nakedness, a ring of barbed wire or thorns around arm or leg, a Chinese love symbol on a breast, a small scorpion scurrying cheekily across a round firm ass, a snake slithering down from a hip to a hairless cuntlip. Both cats were completely hairless below the head, plucked shaven and creamed to a smooth finish, ripe for tearing at with the blood red sharpened nails that adored the fingers of both felines.

There was no second person in the arena, as this type of duel did not need a Second or merit a Sacrifice, but the sand itself was strewn with various leather and wooden implements.
?They calls this type of fight a Pleasuring Contest,? smirked Mr Cox. ?Pleasurer being the name for a ladies ?toy? back in the Georgian period when one of the French princelings first introduced this type of duel from Versailles. Not sure though anyone would get pleasure from the various tricks the wooden ones conceal, or from the sand paper roughness of those big leather ones either.? The antique wooden implements had spring loaded blades concealed within the smooth oak, while the size of the rough Spanish embossed leather of the other ancient tools were designed to split and rupture as they ground away the soft innards of their victim.
?Just look at the shine on them weapons. Only a coupe of centuries of blood and cum could achieve a beautiful finish like that,? the senior teller confided. ?Good choice of weapons by the Duelling Committee, considering they are fighting over cock.?

The two young cats had started the combat by a choice exchange of insults and threats while both crouching down to select a suitable implement to carry out their intentions. Monica, the small bleach blonde selected the more vicious but more difficult to use spring loaded oak ?cock? while the taller slimmer pale skinned golden haired feline, Tina, chose a thick, two handed truncheon. Mr Cox had told Gregg that in this type of fight the weapons could be used anywhere on the body below the neck, and as the two women stalked round each other it was the taller longer reached blonde with her eighteen inches of hard leather that struck first with a swingeing blow that caught the other office worker hard across her left tit. Stifling a scream, Monica defended with the much smaller twelve inches of wood as the rough leather seemed to whirl in Tina?s hand, hitting the bleach blond between the legs, across her arms, stomach and chest. Ducking under one blow, aimed again for her now bruised and bleed left teat, the smaller girl at last managed to get in her first real score of the fight, much to the relief of her supporters, and to a groan from those of the other bitch.

A classic epee lung, where point beats blade, resulted in a howl of pain from the taller tanned girl as the hard wooded point of the tool crushed her clit, and then the smaller blonde closed to grapple with the still disorientated Tina. The beach tanned blonde had targeted the very erect and engorged clit of her enemy from the start but had until the lung only peppered the other naked feline?s sex lips and lower body with glancing blows. Now with the agony of the cunting still having its traumatising effect the tanned girl wrestled her opponent close and pumped in a series of knee lifts eliciting further wails from the tall pale skinned cat. The long sex toy was dropped to the ground, and when she eventually managed to push the bleach bitch away she received a punch on the nose from the white haired female for her pains. Tina staggered back, blood seeping from between her long legs and cascading from a busted nose as with a yell Monica dived at her waist, her wooded tool gripped ready to embed itself in her foe. The golden haired girl?s fans gasped but then cheered as at the last second she turned her hip to avoid the penetration and then stomped a hard bare heel into the beach bunny girl?s face, as having missed her move Monica had been sent sprawling on her back on the sand, an easy target for the nose popping foot.

A leg sweep from the bleach blonde however quickly evened the score and sent the golden haired feline to the gritty floor of the arena with a thud and then the two cats locked up in a biting, spitting, rolling, catscratch. Eyes were gouged at, and faces racked, as their legs entwined and fought there own below the belt battle, sex vs sex. When Tina had targeted the other blondes left ear trying to rip it off, the Monica had fastened her own teeth around the left nipple of the taller cat. The howl as the nipple was bitten through had meant her ear had been released, if now deafened. Taking advantage of the temporary stunning of her foe from the teat removal, the tanned bitch got both her athletic legs up between them and threw the golden haired girl off her, to crash spread eagled sobbing in the centre of the sand holding the gory shreds that had once been a proud up thrusting milker.

The smaller vixen scrambled across the sand, snatching up an implement as she slithered across the prone naked body of her foe. Nearest to hand had been an impossibly thick, sharp ribbed, Moroccan leather cock. The bleach blonde fitted its tip into the juicy bloody hole of her victim?s sex and then heaved down on the twelve inch long, four inch wide glasspaper sided sex remover. Tina wailed and beat on the grimy sweaty oiled back of the smaller girl, who had seated herself across the bloody boobs of the pale golden haired women, facing 69 style the defenceless sex of the other blonde. In desperation she grabbed the other felines short curly hair and tried to pull her off, but another exertion of the bleached bitch pumped the cock deeper into her and sent spasms of pain coursing through her body, leaving all thought of defence forgotten as he screamed and twitched, legs beating on the sand. Monica sat up and gasped in air as her victim bled profusely into the sand and sobbed hysterically from the shegutting.

Gregg cheered with the rest as Monica, her holiday tan now covered with blood and grit summoned up her last remaining strength to finish off the other young women for good. However any let up to recover also inevitable lets your enemy get their second wind as well, and as the smaller cat shifted forwards and stood up on her knees to be able to really plunge and rotate the reamer inside of the tall Tina, the ruined female beneath her snatched from the sand by her head one of the wooden shafts and thudded a full twelve inches of oak into the other young gladiatrix?s cunt. Monica screamed in terror, knowing what awaited her sex, and shot forward, crawling away as fast as she could on all fours, and as luck would have it, the end of the blade filled cock, being liberally covered in blood and juices, slipped from the desperate exhausted clutch of the golden haired twenty something vixen. Tina new it was her last throw of the dice and she wailed in desperation as her foe looked back over her shoulder with a manic grin, and realising her victory mockingly blew her a kiss while the wooden cock still sat imbedded but unactivated inside of the bleach blondes sex, showing the doomed feline how near she had come to victory.

Monica took her time now in finishing the other vixen, grabbing both the prostrate taller girl?s ankles she implanted the wide gouger into Tina?s sex by stomping on its end, so that it disappeared inside of the other girl to a hiss and gush of gore, and then griping the ribbed handle wrenched and spun it around inside of the cunted girl. Then as Tina gurgled and sobbed in delirium, flat on her back coating the sand in scarlet, the beach bunny fucked herself with the wooden cock, which had so nearly won the duel from the brink of defeat for the taller feline. Having satisfied herself while riding on the face of the dying gladiatrix, and with the cock liberally coated in her own blood and jizz, Monica pushed the sex weapon fully into the pale blondes ass and turned the spring handle release, sending twenty cutting blades out to slice into the guts and bowels of the destroyed young cow. With the encouragement of the crowd the drug crazed bitch rotated the tool inside her victim and then to a big cheer from her supporters, flipping the near comatose Tina over, she placing her bare feet on each of the naked ass cheeks of her foe, gripped hold of the slippery handle of the wooded clockwork cock and ripped it free, splashing members of the watching crowd with the last gush of life blood from the losing cat, as the pale golden haired blonde gave out one last howl of torment.


John,

Another instalment on the way when I get time to tidy it up, and thanks for the suggestions for fighters, I will try to get at least a few of them in.

[MikeJV]

Cool, great fights. Sorry for the lack of re[;ys, been busy.

Mike

[Gladius]

Beyond words! A new favorite for me to daydream about. I love naked female gladiators in the arena sand. :thankU:

[Ted Mark]

I miss you.. great to have this seasonal treat.


I bemoan the loss of SEGA. We has one of the greats. At least MrCage is somewhere.... gone legit, dammit.:thankU: