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.
Aside from the most popular of matches, the greatest concentration of Club members can be found at the infrequent Club orgies. While sex parties happen almost nightly at the Club brothel, a true orgy is something else. Hundreds of members in one house, filled with all manner of alcohol, fuck drugs and sex toys. They are also far more dangerous than similar brothel parties.
Tonight, an orgy is being held at the mansion of Club high-roller Paul. The second largest mansion after the one owned by the Brothel Madam, Paul has had it's dozens of rooms and hallways arrayed into a dizzying maze. Due to the many secret rooms and general confusion of the place, Paul's orgies are frequently the most dangerous around. After every party, at least a dozen bodies are dragged out the next day, members who got split off from the crowd by murderous rivals.
As usual, Paul has set aside at least one private match for his own viewing pleasure. Pitting two of his favourite fighters against one another in a secret bedroom while the party continues unabated just outside.
Blair: An auburn-haired veteran killer, and former lover of Paul, Blair took a surprising amount of convincing to get to this orgy. Having spent six months dating a man named Jack, she was initially unwilling to watch him fuck random members without giving her the chance to brutalize them in retaliation. Paul eventually had to give her a map of the secret rooms and a promise of which ones would be empty in case she was able to lure a rival into them.
Fun Fact: This is Blair's tenth orgy at Paul's mansion. Over those previous times she has been personally responsible for eleven of the bodies removed after the party.
Eva: For the past half-hour, buxom brunette veteran Eva has been Paul's girlfriend, achieving this status in the usual way (by violently killing his previous girlfriend, not that there's any proof). Even if she wasn't dating Paul though, Eva would have taken any opportunity to privately fight Blair. Eva's hatred goes beyond typical Club rivalry, and is longer lasting than most. Eva has spent a combined year as a slave of Blair, begging for mercy twice in regular matches before trying to end the auburn-haired fighter in a deathmatch. When Eva begged not to be killed, Blair accepted it and perma-slaved her. Eva knows that the only reasons she is still alive is because Blair traded her away to the brothel Madam for some favour. In three fights, Eva has never won, but it has always been a close call.
Fun Fact: Not including the Madam, Eva has been slave to six different women. Blair is the only one of those six still alive.
Part One
Battlin' Brunettes
Pre-Fight
The bedroom Paul had selected was his largest secret room. Aside from a full sized four-poster bed it had a wide open area, as large as the biggest professional venue boxing ring. The open area had a wide couch on either side, the fighter's "warmed up" right across from one another.
When Eva first entered the room, Paul was the only thing that stopped her from charging across and attacking Blair on sight. Now that the situation had been explained though, she was enjoying herself. Her transparent panties thrown to the side, she slowly rode Paul's cock, wrapping her arms around his neck for leverage.
Eva ignored that her hated enemy was barely twenty feet from her, instead she just psyched herself (and Paul) up by reminding him of her "fight" a half-hour ago. Eva had been invited by her new lover to a different secret room, fully expecting to have to fight Paul's blonde girlfriend. Instead though, when she entered the secret room via a hidden doorway it was to find a fight already finished. Paul's bimbo of a lover was beaten, bruised, and choking the life from some unfortunate blonde Eva didn't recognize.
Paul couldn't have timed it out better. Eva charged in fully prepared against his exhausted blonde lover. A few minutes later, he had a brand new girl, and Eva had two more unofficial kills.
When Eva described in detail the feel of his ex's neck breaking, Paul blew his load. The brunette basked for only a second before climbing off him. Slowly pulling her panties back on, she was now fully warmed up and ready to kill, again.
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As Eva fucked Paul, Blair titfucked Jack as only she could. Instead of describing past exploits however, Blair focused on the immediate future. She promised Jack that she wouldn't kill Eva too quickly, she'd let him have some fun with the brunette first.
Blair could speak from experience as to just how fun Eva was to fuck. Whenever she had the woman as a slave she'd enjoyed using a strap-on almost every night she didn't have a man over. While she had other slaves, Eva was always her favourite.
When she heard the telltale groan of Paul finishing, Blair quickly worked her hands to finish off Jack. On call, he exploded right between her bared tits, she planned to smother Eva with them soon.
The Fight
Although she wouldn't admit it, Eva was annoyed that Blair was ready at the same time as her. Given half a chance the brunette would have attacked from behind. Claiming "This is a no-rules match, bitch!" she could have inflicted enough surprise damage to easily win. Instead she'd just have to fight it out like normal.
Blair had been in too many private matches to fall for it and readied herself across from Eva. She was grinning to herself, correctly guessing what her former slave had planned.
With no bell, gong or buzzer available, the match began when both women charged forward.
Blair slowed up while Eva moved as fast as she could. When they crashed into one another it was with Eva's weight throwing them forward, but with Blair's knee digging up into the reckless brunette's midsection.
Even as she was unable to breathe, Eva, landing on top, hauled herself up and grabbed a fistfull of auburn hair. Her own head was wrenched back as she drove her fist down at Blair's face. In response she had an equally powerful blow hit her square in the jaw.
Blair moved her head just enough that Eva's strike missed, although she felt it graze her cheek on its way to the floor. Her retaliatory blow was dead on though, snapping Eva's head back as it solidly cracked her mouth shut.
Eva grabbed a cum covered tit and dug her nails in. Keeping herself on top even as Blair followed up with another powerful punch to the underside of Eva's bust.
Wrestling for control, the two hellcats rolled around on the carpet, nails dug into one another's tits. Blair ended up on top for a whole second before Eva managed to roll her off with great force. Both men applauded Blair as she expertly hooked Eva's middle with her knees, falling into the roll and launching the shrieking brunette in an arc.
Even the soft carpeting didn't do much to break Eva's fall as she was slammed into it on her side. A moment later she was on her back, Blair mounting her just like before. Knee's perfectly pinning Eva's arms by her sides.
Blair was exultant, smiling widely down at the coughing former slave, "You like that trick, bitch? Only other woman who ever used it died ten minutes later!" She was referring to the member that "taught" her the move, in a private match. It had been years ago, but Blair still fondly remembered stabbing the better fighter to death with a shard of broken mirror.
Eva glared back, spitting out, "So she was like you!" Feisty as ever, she rammed her knee into Blair's spine, freeing a hand as Blair recoiled in surprise. She punched her former Mistress right in the nipple, something she'd wanted to do for years. Screaming in rage she kept driving her fist into Blair's soft tit, forcing her to fall off.
This time when Blair landed on her back it wasn't to throw Eva through the air, instead she clutched her wounded breast and groaned in pain. She immediately lashed out in anger though when Eva tried to get up. Slamming a fist into the woman's ribs with enough force to further wind her.
Blair rolled away, quickly ending up on her knees, facing the still flatbacked Eva. "Come on slave, show me what you've got!" Her own pain was forgotten in the thrill of a real fight.
Eva was slower getting to her knees. But Blair calling her a slave lended her extra reserves of strength. She once again squared off with her hated opponent.
With a combined scream of rage the brunettes charged again. Slapping into one another as they both went from their knees to a crouched run. Rebounding slightly, Eva didn't see Blair's sudden uppercut coming. The auburn haired veteran's knuckles skimmed perfect tits before ploughing in under Eva's chin.
Eva was stunned by the blow, she stayed on her knees with a blank look. She didn't offer any defence as Blair wound up before delivering a full power right hook.
Paul only looked annoyed as his new lover thudded limply to the floor. He got up to leave. Watching Blair work was always a pleasure, but this was the first time he wouldn't have the option of fucking through the big finish.
As Paul left the room (to be swarmed by a blonde pair of Club members looking to be his next lover) Jack got up to approach his victorious Blair. Still sitting astride Eva she was tearing at the sides of her panties in preparation and excitement.
In most similar situations the victor would tie up her opponent. Blair merely pinned Eva, laying on top of her, pussy to pussy, stretching the unconscious brunette's arms out.
Blair was true to her word, letting Jack enjoy fucking her favourite slave. Although he made sure his first thrust was into Blair herself. Once Jack had pulled out of her tight cunt, Blair moved further up to slap Eva awake.
Eva was woken up to two familiar sensations. The pleasurable warmth of a hard cock fucking her hard, and Blair punching her in the face. What had started out as light waking slaps had quickly become powerful blows to stop Eva from ever trying to fight back. They were working.
Blair had once again taken up residence on Eva's stomach, pinning the brunette's arms and squeezing large breasts with her thighs. When Eva was fully awake Blair leaned down close, digging fingers into soft tits she happily giggled, "Going to beg for me again?"
Eva struggled against Blair, almost wishing she could just let Jack continue instead of fighting against him. He had her legs pushed up and together, if it wasn't for Blair she'd be in ecstasy.
Unhappy with Eva's unwillingness to concede defeat, Blair dug her nails into titflesh. The brunette squirmed and whined beneath her but couldn't move anywhere so Blair just stayed as she was, sharp nails cutting into skin.
Eva was well used to begging for mercy, especially with Blair, she knew better than anyone the lengths the sadistic veteran would go to get slaves. "I give! I give! Just let me go already!" She broke down into sobs as her mistress finally relented mauling her chest. At this point she would do anything to make Blair stop, even if it meant signing a writ of enslavement (she'd be Blair's slave forever, but at least she'd be alive).
Blair did relent, only to quickly wrap her fingers around Eva's throat. She gleefully laughed in Eva's terrified eyes, "This isn't that kind of fight, slave." In a more serious tone she looked back at Jack, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
Jack knew what finish Blair wanted. Giving Eva one last hard push he yanked out of her and grabbed his actual lover from behind.
Blair's tits were slammed into Eva's face with Jack's first thrust. She tightened her grip, as much as she enjoyed titsmother finishes (her large tits had been the end of many a fighter) she didn't think she could seal the smother when she was being bucked so wildly by her man.
Eva struggled weakly for the first minute, completely unable to dislodge Blair, her choking hands, or the pair of dried-cum covered tits that pressed down. After that she had no fight left at all and passed out into blissful darkness.
Squeezing till she felt Eva's throat collapse, Blair lost herself in the same massive orgasm she typically got from the kill. Once she had recovered she had Jack take a private victory photo. She stood victoriously over Eva's body, one foot on the dead woman's crushed neck, hands playing with her own tits.
The victorious couple declined re-entering the ongoing party. Instead making use of the extravagant bed to host their own.
Fun Facts:
-The orgy would later be considered a lesser success, with a mere five members (including Eva) ending up dead by the end of it.
-Eva was not Paul's shortest lived girlfriend. That "honour" goes to a member that won him in a brothel grudge match, only to be killed three minutes later in her own changing room by her opponent's sister.
-Due to a mutual trade agreement, Paul trades the videos he takes via secret cameras with the brothel madam, this was exactly the fight she wanted out of releasing Eva from slavery.
Re: The Club- Orgy Battle (Part One)
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