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.
It was the third and last morning of the Bitchtown convention, and Tanya awoke with a start. She didn't even remember getting home, let alone fully undressing, taking autohealing medication or getting into bed.
Rolling over she found Warren asleep right beside her. He must have fetched her back to the room after she laid such a vicious beatdown on that Asian whore Akira. Given time, she'd recognized the woman, who was indeed famous even outside her native Japan. If she wasn't still so sore, Tanya would have woken her man with some head to celebrate her victory over the dangerous woman.
Tanya started again when movement under the blanket near Warren's crotch implied she already was trying to wake him up. With a snarl, she ripped the thick sheet back to find out who was encroaching on her territory. If Akira had somehow recovered and snuck back in, Tanya was going to finish last night’s job and murder her.
Freezing at finding not a known enemy, but her current favourite, Sophie, Tanya's jaw fell open wide as the other blonde happily pulled at Warren's cock with her lips.
"Good morning sleepyhead!" Sophie was perky and excited looking, even as she looked up at the blonde that was about to attack her on impulse.
"You were pretty fucked up last night, babe. I just wanted to make sure you healed up all right." The blonde smirked up at Tanya, her hand wrapping firmly around the quickly hardening dick she'd been working on so diligently. Clearly she didn't plan on leaving just after seeing Tanya was okay.
Tanya's rage at seeing another woman messing with Warren was extinguished as the freshly woken up man hastily explained the situation. Sophie had been in the small crowd waiting for the elevator when Tanya triumphantly put Akira down. Apparently there had been quite the argument from the assembled onlookers on what to do with her, the overwhelming majority wanting to leave her for a hospital runner alongside Akira, and go have a little party with the currently unaccompanied Warren.
That conversation had abruptly stopped when Sophie drove her heel into the lead proponent's knee and smashed the woman's teeth out against a decorative plant. After that bloody display, everyone else was willing to let Sophie do whatever she wanted with the unconscious Tanya. What she wanted was to take the comatose woman home, clean the blood from her, give her some healing stims, fuck Warren ragged while watching some of Tanya's less-than-legal deathmatch videos, then tuck Tanya in for a night of healing rest and go to sleep.
As Tanya joined her apparent savior, sharing Warren's cock back and forth equally, her man turned on the next video Sophie had selected. It wasn't exactly frequent that an outsider got to see just how sadistic Tanya sometimes was in defending her territory.
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Tanya wasn't normally a fan of "costume" fights, preferring lingerie to dressing up like historical or fictional persons. But when the so-called Purple Pugilist called her out for a Hero/Villain match, the blonde agreed to put the hammy bitch in her place.
Finally putting on an outfit she'd "inherited" from the wardrobe of an enemy from the battle royal she'd fought over Warren, Tanya waited for her "Villainous" opponent to arrive.
The Purple Pugilist had a long history as a Villain fighter, although she would say Supervillain. Always wearing skimpy purple outfits and boasting of past accomplishments (some true, some clearly made up), she had as many fans as hated enemies. In her own words, "Everyone loves the bad guy, I mean girl!"
Strolling into the room, cape flowing somewhat elegantly behind her, the Purple Pugilist stood hands on hips mere feet from the sulky blonde, "And what pathetic heroine have we captured today, my delicious manslave?" The Pugilist raised her eyebrows at Tanya, clearly waiting on a Hero name from the blonde.
Tanya looked down at the Confederate flag displayed down her large chest, she'd figured she'd picked a Villainous outfit, she didn't know how to be heroic. "I'm, uh. Confederette?" She came up with the pseudonym on the spot, but rather liked it.
"Well then Confederette!" The Pugilist announced to the all but empty room. "Welcome to your doom!" The exultant brunette had turned to face the camera and was completely oblivious to the fed up blonde rolling her eyes and stepping up behind her.
Confederette's doom looked a lot like the Purple Pugilist being choked from behind. True to her name, the brunette was an able combatant with her fists, and often stained her purple gloves with the blood of her enemies. But screaming out a strangled cry, she couldn't do much as Tanya roughly grappled her from behind.
The Purple Pugilist's voice was much different from her usual bombastic projecting as she gasped back at Tanya, "You... cheating... whore..." Before changing tactics and ramming her elbow back into Tanya's gut. Falling to her knees as the blonde relented, the Pugilist grasped at her throat. Tanya's gloves had left imprints from the rough treatment.
Already barely held in place, Tanya's top popped off as she was struck in the stomach. Letting the cheap fabric fall around her middle, Tanya gripped her opponent by the ears and rammed her knee into the back of the brunette's head.
Smashing face first into the floor, the Purple Pugilist groaned as she struggled weakly under her splayed out cape. Tanya just looked down at the stunned Villain with contempt, "What a fucking idiot," was all she said as she shook her head.
Shaking her head to clear it, the Purple Pugilist growled in anger as she prepared to confront her "heroic" enemy. Before she could turn though, she gagged in surprise as her cape was pulled taut against her already sore throat.
Tanya hauled back on her opponent's purple cape. When the struggling Villain started to raise up to her knees, the blonde slammed her knee down on the rising woman's shoulders, keeping her pinned down as she rode the choking brunette.
Winking at the camera, Tanya started to enjoy herself. The second the Purple Pugilist started to go limp though, the blonde let her go, kicking the purple clad fighter to her back with a thud.
"So far, bitch, I'm not feeling very doomed." Tanya said as she lightly kicked the senseless brunette, jabbing her heels into the woman's bared tits with more force. As the Purple Pugilist's eyes fluttered open though, the blonde let out an excited yell though, and pounced.
The Purple Pugilist had a history when it came to killing. Always a fist fighter, she could easily overpower most of the women who dressed up opposite her. Once they were down though, nothing had ever stopped her from choking her hapless victims to death. Now that she was on the other side of it though, she regretted not making this match a public viewing.
Nobody but Tanya and Warren knew she was here.
Tanya grinned as her boastful opponent shuddered under her fingers. The Pugilist had probably planned on fucking Warren on top of Tanya's body, in true villain fashion. Now, the blonde removed one hand to readjust her panties in preparation to show just how villainous her own "heroic" persona could be. Keeping all her weight on one hand, new hero Confederette ended the Purple Pugilist's tyranny once and for all.
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Sophie laughed giddily, laying back on the bed and kicking her legs with glee as the short video wrapped up. Suddenly leaping up, she rounded on Tanya, who was face down in Warren's lap, exhaustion forgotten.
Tanya's head snapped up at the sudden movement, her fist tightening as she prepared to fight off the other blonde. She was taken aback by Sophie's excited expression though.
"That was fucking hilarious! I always wondered how she died! What a great kill! Choked like a bitch!" Sophie gushed as she slipped down beside the surprised Tanya, her fingers finding the other blonde's pussy easily as she flipped Tanya onto her back.
"Did you ever see her match against Red Rosie? So fucking classic, Rosie was that busty redheaded bitch..." Sophie tried to remember the real name of some no-doubt classic hero fighter, "I forget, some unimportant whore anyway. The Purple Pugilist was on the ropes for pretty much the whole fight, then wham!" Tanya gasped as Sophie's fingers inside her slammed forward, "It's all over for Rosie! One knee to the cunt and she'd down for the count, and being strangled, like... a... bitch."
Warren watched with interest as his girlfriend was overwhelmed by her fan, cumming hard over Sophie's hand as the other blonde forced herself on top. From talking with Sophie while Tanya was invalid, he trusted that the woman was just as much a fan of Tanya was of her. He suspected she might even want to join their relationship as an equal partner, if she could just prove to Tanya it wasn't some ploy to steal Warren away (They'd both seen firsthand what Sophie's usual treatment of men's current lovers was).
It took a long time for Warren's women to choose outfits (after an extended amount of time in the shower). But once they were finally done, they made quite the show walking past him on their way to the door.
It was the last day of the convention, and was to be the least interesting day according to Tanya. Any fight worth watching had taken place during the last two, especially last night. Everyone wanted their fight to take place on Saturday, when the conventions attendance rates were best.
Instead of heading to any of the unimportant matches Tanya had bet on today, amateurs scrapping over pride, the couple followed Sophie.
The excited blonde said that the convention floor wasn't actually where the real fights happened. She herself had only agreed to one because her old enemy Mary had wanted a public spectacle.
Sophie led them right past the farmost fighting pit, where a pair of Asian fighters rolled in the dirt, and into a dimly lit hallway slanting downwards. They past bloody gurneys and a few slave women who meekly kept their eyes averted as they ran back above.
The gurneys were explained by a shoddy sign tacked to the wall outside a boiler room door that read "body disposal." Sophie sadistically giggled that her enemy from two days ago had been reduced to little more than ash due to that room. She claimed to have had Mary’s ashes compressed into a diamond, the dead woman would make a fine belly stud.
Rounding a corner, Sophie led the couple straight towards another heavy door. This one was "guarded" by a bored looking and heavily scarred blonde sucking on a cigarette. She didn't exactly have the look of a Bitchtown fighter. No attempt at sexualizing her heavy bust, just a thick jacket and a pulled down cap.
The door guard blew smoke right at Tanya before nodding towards Sophie. The door clicked as the smoking blonde hit a button on her sleeve. Leaning back, she sneered at Tanya as they passed through the doorway, "Hope you were wanting to do some fighting, slut. Would like to see you leave here on a gurney."
Sophie had to hold Tanya back from attacking the smirking woman. "You don't want to fight a merc, baby! She says that to all the new girls."
Tanya managed to ignore the woman's last call of "Pussy!" as the door automatically shut. The mercenary would have no qualms about breaking Bitchtown rules, and probably had metal knuckles or an extending baton. Getting her knees shattered and more than likely fucked by a knobbed length of metal before her eventual murder would be a poor way to end the convention.
The blonde's anger at the door guard quickly dissipated, beyond the doorway was nothing at all like the stark and unfriendly hallway they had left. Brightly coloured walls with dozens of plush cushioned rooms branched off from the main hall. The place was packed with Bitchtown veterans and visiting foreign fighters, as well as no few boyfriends accompanying their champions. Unlike the convention floor, Tanya saw many of topless if not completely naked fighters strolling around.
Screams from one room attracted Tanya's attention away from the greater area. As Sophie had stated. Here were the real fights, two true veterans, one Bitchtown resident and one French beauty were tearing one another apart in the middle of one of the plush rooms.
Tanya cheered along with the audience packed against the walls as one veteran knee dropped onto the back of the others head with a crunch that quit the shrieking woman's yells of pain. Bitchtown had just lost a distinguished fighter, but Tanya still joined in the applause for the bowing Frenchwoman as she graciously accepted the praise.
Tanya couldn't believe she'd never been aware of this wonderful place. Almost every room held a fight, some over men, some over personal enmity, and others over pure national pride. Bitchtown held a greater concentration of brawlers and killers than most countries, and everyone wanted to be able to claim they'd beaten a Bitchtown fighter during their trip.
Sophie disappeared for a few minutes as Tanya and Warren explored, watching all kinds of fights as they passed from room to room. Not all rooms held the plush pillows and carpeting, some were set up to be small boxing rings while at least one had a four foot cage requiring the bloody fighters inside to fight on hands and knees. Warren took particular interest in a mist filled sauna room where shadowed shapes battled in the haze as it billowed out into the hall.
Apparently first walking right in on a deathmatch was pure luck though, most of these merely ended when one fighter was unconscious, or screamed out a humiliating surrender. Their blonde companion found them again though a they watched a stacked Asian fighter handily smother the second of a pair of blonde twins who had fought her one after the other.
"You guys have got to come! Quickly!" Sophie tugged at the couple as she guided them back into the winding hallway and past a dozen different matches she called, "Boring."
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In one of the largest rooms, a bland concrete room with a thin blue mat, two fighters readied for a very special deathmatch. The rules being brought by the foreigner of the two.
Ewa: The top Polish fighter, Ewa is hardly a stranger to deathmatches. While they are uncommon at best in her homeland, the buxom brunette makes the trip to Bitchtown every few years to really let loose. So far during this convention, she's already killed five fighters in the various underground rooms. Looking for something special to start off the day, she's brought a special match type from her homeland (a match type she'd frequently taken part in, although sadly never with the deathmatch rules in play).
As Tanya and Warren entered the room, Ewa was unfortunately just wrapping up explaining the rules to the room at large. Stripping off her shiny silver dress to reveal panties made of the same material (Warren was not the only one who noticed a thin slit in the crotch as she turned, this underwear was designed for fucking). As the brunette kicked off her shoes, her apparent opponent stepped forward, much to every newcomer’s delight.
Tessa: Bitchtown's favourite daughter, the redheaded Tessa is the postergirl for the city's massive porn industry. While considering herself more of a lover than a fighter, the porn icon is still a veteran of many combat venues. Agreeing to duel Ewa as soon as she learned the specifics of the Polish matchtype, she is unafraid of the brunette's dangerous reputation.
As Tessa and Ewa slowly circled one another, Sophie tried to quickly fill her friends in on the match type. A man would be brought out soon, normally the fighters would be warring over him, but in this case both women were technically single, and had requested a random volunteer (Ewa personally hoped whoever it was had a girlfriend that might get jealous, to be used as further entertainment later). As Sophie mentioned that he was currently an unknown, the crowd parted to reveal the volunteer, the same man the blonde herself had fought over two days before. Newly single (Sophie had left him mere hours after killing his girlfriend), he was a perfect choice.
Sophie sped up as the man, Adam, sat down in a comfy chair placed right against the edge of the blue fighting pad. Apparently this was to be a fight with many rounds, of varying lengths. Adam had been given a whistle to stop the combat whenever he wanted.At the end of each "round" combat was to immediately cease, at which point Adam was to choose a winner.
The winner then had one full minute to sexually please him as best she could. The object being to be the first to bring him over the edge. Only by forcing an orgasm out of Adam could one be allowed to go for the kill. Nobody wanted to see this match end in an unsatisfying knockout.
Before the match proper, the Polish champion and Bitchtown icon jointly made their way over to the centrally placed chair. Tessa getting down on her sock covered knees as Ewa instead leaned over the edge of the chair arm. Their lips meeting around Adam's engorging cock, they shared pleasuring their excited trophy with no hint of animosity.
Sophie didn't have to explain what was going on. Nobody wanted an overexcited Adam blowing his load one round in. Tessa had won the porn industry's BJ Tourney three years running, and Ewa was the most sought after fucktoy in Eastern Europe. If they got his first orgasm out of the way, it would take at least a few rounds of trying before one could get another.
Nobody knew why Ewa had chosen to try and kill Bitchtown's favourite daughter, but it was sure to be memorable either way. Already, the aggression was ramping up, with the brunette growling as she took over Adam's cock, engulfing the whole thing as the redhead happily worked on lower areas. Ewa worked her way over the arm of the chair, "accidentally" nearly falling right on top of Tessa, and blocking her off entirely.
Tanya and Sophie made bets on who was going to win as Adam erupted into Ewa's mouth.
Sophie's bet was immediately and emphatically Tessa, she'd spent a good chunk of the day before sampling the redhead's tongue skills. She figured all Tessa had to do was win a round or two and Ewa would be shit out of luck, with Adam sucked completely dry.
Not agreeing at all with Sophie's estimation, Tanya didn't care how good Tessa was, Ewa was by far the superior combatant. Her last visit to Bitchtown had resulted in a killing spree that saw two of Warren's previous lovers dead (Tanya secretly considered herself quite fortunate that some of her most dangerous competitors had gone up against the Polish fighter). All Ewa had to do was force Adam, a man Sophie found sexually boring, to cum and she'd have the pornstar ripe for the slaughter.
This time, when Tessa and Ewa circled, there was a much more aggressive air about them. The brunette licked her sticky lips and smirked at her enemy, "Get ready to see why I'm the best in my whole fucking country, slut."
"I'm the slut?" Tessa stopped circling and stood hands on hips. "You're the one who couldn't get enough cock! And who's the whore that wants to put a match on hold just in order to get fucked anyway?"
FWEET!!!
Ewa hand snapped up in a backhand that nearly took Tessa off her feet as Adam blew the match starting whistle. Following up with a kick to the redhead's diaphragm, the Polish fighter calmly reset her bangs as Tessa slammed to the mat on her back.
FWEET!!!
The brunette took her time sauntering over to Adam's chair as he raised his right hand to declare her the round winner. Later rounds would hopefully take longer, but she had to admit, that was a both a powerful opener, and a clear round ending blow.
Ewa locked eyes with Adam as she confidently stroked him off for the whole minute, she'd just swallowed his first load and was sure she didn't need to rush him quite yet. She completely ignored the sounds of the pacing redhead behind her.
When the minute was up, Ewa stood up straight and turned to face her enemy. Once again meeting mat center, the pugilists raised their fists for a proper match up.
Tessa caught Ewa's first thrown punch, stepping up close and couching the blow between her arm and tit. Bringing up her elbow, the redhead slammed it right in under the Polish fighter’s large breasts. As Ewa reflexively hunched over at the blow to her midsection, Tessa surged forward, smashing her forehead into the brunette's nose.
Her arm released by the redheaded aggressor, Ewa fought defensively for a moment. Backpedalling across the mat as Tessa expertly jabbed between her arms, scoring weak but painful blows.
FWEET!!!
Ewa stomped in anger, her bare foot slapping against concrete as Adam raised his left hand. She'd been forced off the mat, not the worst way to lose a round, but humiliating.
Tessa skipped her way to the chair, jumping forward at the last moment. She landed perfectly (if dangerously) in Adam's lap, her knees digging into the cushions to either side of him. Her ass cheeks came to rest right around his erect cock as she smashed her lips against his.
The waiting Polish fighter crossed her arms and scoffed as her enemy made out with their trophy for the whole minute, vigorously rubbing his shaft with her firm cheeks. She'd expected the pornstar to go right for it, not waste time liplocking.
As her minute ended, Tessa left one last peck on Adam's lips then leaned forward, smacking her soft breasts into his face before shoving off and landing on her feet. Spinning fast, she fell to her knee and drove a punch right into Ewa's gut.
The brunette was winded by the surprise blow, although she should have seen it coming. It was a classic maneuver to her, the minute was up and the fight was on. In her Polish matches, she'd stand further back during the few times her opponents won rounds.
Slamming her fist down on Tessa's head, the gasping brunette forced her enemy to her sock-covered knees. Ewa swung her knee forward, only just missing the pornstar's face. Her leg skimming across Tessa's ear, the brunette deftly slipped her knee around the stunned woman's neck and squeezed her thighs tight.
Suddenly finding herself in a headlock, Tessa slapped at Ewa's ass and thighs as hard as she could. Gripped around the middle she would have screamed if her jaw wasn't currently wedged between her enemies sweaty thighs.
Heaving, Ewa lifted Tessa into the air. Locking her arms around the redhead's middle, she dropped to her knees, crashing Tessa headfirst into the hard mat.
FWEET!!!
Ewa smirked as she let Tessa flop tits-down to the blue mat, Adam's arm signifying her obvious win.
Stepping carefully over the groaning woman, Ewa avoided accidentally injuring the redhead during her victory minute. As she'd explained to the crowd, breaking the ceasefire would allow her opponent one free blow (punch, kick, elbow, it didn't matter, the offender just had to stand still and take it) and the opportunity to overrule one round decision. The brunette had, in other fights, used this very rule to completely destroy opponents. Stealing a round win just as the man was ready to climax, as well as making her free blows as crippling as possible. She had never once broken the rule herself.
Adam once again got to enjoy Ewa's oral skills. The brunette didn't expect to bring him over the edge so soon. But just as Tessa had said so accusingly, she really did enjoy sucking cock. His hand bobbed up and down on top of her head as she picked up speed the closer she got to the end of her minute.
Humming pleasantly, Ewa straitened, having never gotten to her knees in the first place. Turning on her heel, she swayed her hips as she made her way back to mat center.
Tessa's ears were ringing, but she'd actually been mostly protected by the blow as her head was still stuck between Ewa's thighs. Down on one knee, she glared at the smug brunette.
This time, when they met up it was Ewa who took control of the bout.
Slapping aside the rising redhead's straight punch and driving a fist deep into the porntar's left breast. Stepping into the redhead, she stumbled the woman with a shoulder shove and snapped her fist up in a devastating uppercut.
Her vision spinning, Tessa still managed to surprise her enemy by swinging a blind haymaker that connected. Unready for the blow, pain flared up her arm as her fist collided with Ewa's temple.
Blood sprayed in an arc as Ewa spun in a tight circle from the surprise blow. Falling to her knees, the brunette's head lolled drunkenly as Tessa stumbled about equally stunned behind her.
Almost as one, the crowd turned to Adam, who just sat looking with curiosity at the fighters. There had been no decisive winner out of the engagement, so he waited out the stalemate.
Ewa blinked away the stars that consumed her vision. Giving a whole body shake, she growled in fury and hopped to her feet. Rounding on Tessa, she raised her fist to batter the senseless redhead.
FWEET!!!
The Polish fighter leaned back and explosively laughed, this match was turning out great. It felt like fighting at home, with the man spacing out the violence so perfectly.
Declared the winner once again, Ewa got over her laughing fit as she quickly closed on Adam. Sliding into his lap with practiced ease, she fluidly slipped him right through the slit in her panties. Gasping in pleasure, the brunette arched her back as she vigorously worked her hips.
Sophie seemed to be the only person in the room still trusting Tessa to come out on top. She cheered on the redhead as the pornstar shook her head to clear it.
Ewa climbed off of Adam with obvious reluctance. She patted him on the cheek before turning back to face the recovered Tessa.
Tessa backpedalled when Ewa suddenly charged her, slamming a fist once again deeply into the redhead's bust. Grabbing Ewa by the outstretched arm, the pornstar twisted hard, pitching the brunette over her shoulder in a flip that sent the Polish woman crashing to the mat.
Crossing her arms in front of her, Ewa expertly blocked Tessa's foot as the redhead tried stomping on her face. Gripping Tessa's ankle she twisted it as hard as she could. Scowling as Tessa moved with the twist, she rolled to her knees as the redhead spun to the ground.
Meeting up on their knees, the women got too close to throw proper punches as Tessa scooted in on her sock covered legs. As they locked up, the redhead got her arm behind Ewa's back and gripped the woman's dark hair, winding it around her fist as she tugged down hard.
Ewa grunted with exertion as she tried to keep her head up, forcing her own arm up under Tessa's chin in the grapple. The brunette's head suddenly snapped backwards as she screamed in pain. The Polish fighter was roughly shoved into the mat as the giggling redhead mounted her. Tessa outmaneuvered the brunette easily, legs twisting around Ewa's middle and she solidified the pin.
Tessa sat down heavily on Ewa's middle, snatching the brunette's wrists, her huge tits looming over the pinned woman's face. The redhead smothered her enemy like a pro, ramming her breasts down over Ewa's face.
FWEET!!!
When Tessa begrudgingly lifted off of Ewa it was to find the brunette once again giving her that smug grin. The brunette casually relaxed and mocked her, "Can't finish me yet, slut. Now why don't you go enjoy yourself."
Tessa hurried to the chair, chagrined at trying to titsmother her enemy. Of course Adam wouldn't let her end the fight yet. Annoyed with herself, her going down on Adam was forced and uninteresting to the crowd. Behind her, Ewa lounged on the floor, hands folded behind her head.
When the minute was up, Ewa swung both legs up, then rolled confidently to her feet to small applause from the audience. It was much more graceful than the stiffly moving Tessa, who quivered with rage as she marched back to the mat.
Ewa skipped to the side and threw a jab at Tessa's chest as the redhead advanced on her. Her eyes went wide with shock as the pornstar didn't even flinch, smashing her own fist directly into Ewa's eye socket and blasting her to the floor. The brunette took two powerful kicks to the ribs before shaking off the shock up and rolling away.
Tessa was in a cold rage as she chased after the retreating brunette. Digging her nails into Ewa's arm as the Polish fighter nearly rolled right off the mat (which would normally prompt a round ending whistle), she dragged the woman into a clotheslining arm to the throat.
FWEET!!!
Ewa smashed to the floor on her back, coughing from the blow to her throat as Tessa, once again her bubbly self, skipped towards the waiting Adam.
Pursing her lips as if thoughtful, Tessa spun around, yanking down her panties in one smooth motion, and slamming herself right down in his lap. Gripping the arms of the chair, Tessa worked Adam's member hard. Screaming in exaltation as she tried her hardest to bring the gasping man over the edge. But when her minute was up, she pulled away only dripping her own fluids.
Both fighters were breathing heavily as they faced off once again, sweat slick chests heaving in unison. Tessa had her thumbs lightly pulling on the edges of her panties from when she'd pulled the clothing back into place. As the elastic snapped into place both women lunged forward.
Tessa once again headbutted her enemy as they locked up, but she gasped in pain as Ewa's fist hammered her midsection relentlessly. Changing tack, the redhead wrapped her arm around the scowling Pole's neck and began trading body blows with equal fervour.
With a yell, Ewa lifted both her legs into the air while digging her nails into Tessa's far side. Slamming both knees into the redhead's tits, she landed on her back hard as Tessa collapsed from the weight. Thrashing, the brunette shoved the pornstar rolling across the mat.
Coming to a rest face down, Tessa's cheek rested against cement as her head was off the mat. Groaning in pain, the redhead got her arms under her and prepared to shove off the ground, only to have Ewa's knee slam down into her spine and pin her to the ground.
Ewa gripped Tessa's ginger scalp, and slammed her skull into the cement with a sickening CRACK!
FWEET!!!
Ewa smirked as she slowly climbed off the shuddering Tessa. She probably shouldn't have put all her weight into the blow. Surrounded by Bitchtown fighters, she'd not live long enough to regret murdering the redhead before her own rules allowed.
The brunette didn't hurry her way over to the waiting Adam as he lowered his right hand. Tessa would hardly be up and ready within a minute. Approaching without hurry, she performed a calmly executed dance, rubbing her hands up and down her body, shaking her ass to cheers from the audience.
When Ewa took her place on top of Adam, her minute was technically up, but her redheaded opponent hadn't moved an inch. Oh so slowly, she played with the tip of his cock, rubbing it across the rough surface of her panties as he searched for the slit in front. Giggling, she finally let him enter her, slamming down with a rapturous gasp.
Working her hips like a pro, Ewa pulled Adam' face into her tits as she rode up and down, never quite letting him leave her dripping hotbox.
Laying facedown, Tessa stirred as Ewa, at first quietly but picking up in volume, began moaning, "Oh, oh, Oh, OH!"
Ewa was sheathed in sweat as she lost her usual control. Gasping loudly with each thrust as she rode Adam deeper into the soft chair. Kissing him uncontrollably, the brunette let out several final moans, "Oh! OH! OH!" before flooding Adam's crotch as he distinctly groaned along with her, shoving in as deep as he could in mutual orgasm.
Laughing ecstatically, Ewa didn't lift off right away. Even with her panties still on, the crowd could well see the brunette had never really stopped her orgasm. Cumming with every few thrusts as her cheeks flushed crimson.
After several minutes of much more slow and passionate fucking, Ewa nearly collapsed as she finally pushed herself off the chair. The brunette was weak kneed as she stepped back onto the mat and turned to face her redheaded opponent. Tessa was on her hands and knees and pawing weakly at her injured face.
Pushing a fist into her jaw, Tessa was rewarded with a soft crack that made it feel a lot better. Still out of it, she shook her aching head slowly as the room spun.
Ewa made her way over to the senseless Tessa, happy that the redhead wasn't still unconscious. She wanted to hear the pornstar scream before she killed her.
FWEET!!!
Ewa spun to face Adam, stomping her foot in anger once again as he raised his left hand. While she had avoided mentioning it, this was a common tactic men used to drag out the match back home.
It took Tessa the full minute to get to her feet. She stumbled drunkenly towards the chair as Ewa followed inches behind her. The brunette's eyes were on one of the wall clocks she'd had set up, raising her claws as the last seconds ticked down.
FWEET!!!
Screaming in frustration, there was nothing Ewa could do as Adam once again declared Tessa the round winner. Her eyes were pure fury for both the redhead and Adam as the pornstar fell to her knees before him.
Ewa stalked back and forth on the mat as Tessa slowly cleaned the brunette's juiced off Adam's cock with her tongue. She glared at the unconcerned Adam, who had the whistle between his lips, waiting out the minute as he calmly stroked the back of the pornstar's head.
FWEET!!!
FWEET!!!
FWEET!!!
FWEET!!!
Panting with desire, Tessa climbed up Adam, her socks soaking in Ewa's still wet leavings. His cock pressed against her own drenched panties, the redhead surprisingly nipped the whistle from his lips with her own, and waited out the last few second of her fighting break. He was so close to cumming, but the redhead wanted to feel like she’d earned it.
Tessa once again cracked her jaw as she turned to face the fuming Ewa. She didn't quite make it back to mat center though before the enraged brunette surged forward and slammed into her.
Slamming her fist into Tessa's face with all he weight behind it, Ewa screamed in pain as the redhead's knee came up between her legs as she threw herself into it. Her overstimulated pussy (she'd actually gotten quite the secret thrill watching the champion pornstar work) crushed by her own weight, she pitched forward, taking Tessa to the floor with her.
The brunette and redhead scrapped on the mat, rolling sweaty bodies over one another as neither claimed an obvious advantage. It was eventually Ewa who, shoving herself up, came down hard, her elbow smashing down on Tessa's forehead.
FWEET!!!
Ewa spat on the once again stunned redhead's upturned face as she climbed off the woman. Sternly making her way over to Adam, there was little of her earlier passion as she climbed into his lap. Her hips bucking side to side roughly, she wrapped her arms behind his neck as she aggressively forced herself down on his raw member.
Just as the last few seconds ticked down, Adam once again made a distinctive groan that took even Ewa by surprise. Feeling the warm flush as Adam once again shot his load deep inside her, Ewa smacked his chest giddily as she picked up speed with her hips. Even as his tapped out cock lost its strength, Ewa tried her hardest to pleasure it.
Her minute up, Ewa was dragged laughing from Adam's limp cock by her hair. Fighting off the furious redhead as she was hauled across the mat, Ewa yelled through her giggling, "No more rounds, slut! Next time you go down, you're dead!" She'd sucked, stroked and fucked three loads out of the man in a short period of time, there would be no way for the redhead to earn the right to kill her now.
Spinning around, Ewa gripped Tessa's arm by the wrist and hurled her over in a flawless shoulder flip. Slamming the redhead down on her back with a heavy thud, the brunette deftly stepped over her, and dropped her crotch down right over the redhead's face.
This was no real smother, Ewa simply humped the downed Tessa's face with her silvery panties scraping the woman's cheeks.
Grabbing Tessa's wrists as the redhead tried to fight back, the Pole pressed down hard, spreading her thighs as much a possible and widening the slit in her underwear. She gasped in pleasure as her sensitive cunt lips pressed against Tessa's face.
Tessa shuddered underneath her enemy before going quite still, even her arms stopped fighting back, simply hanging in Ewa's tight grip. Her eyes closed, the porntar's tongue started doing what it was trained for. Much to the crowd and Ewa's delight.
Ewa tried to hold on but eventually had to let go of Tessa's arms, slamming her palms down into the mat, she gasped as she tried to force her pussy down harder. Eager for Tessa’s tongue, the brunette started up with her rapid moans of, “OH! OH! OH! OH!” Her whole body shook with desire.
Unable to hold back for long, the brunette started a groan in the back of her throat that turned into a scream, flooding the mat and Tessa's face as she came harder than she ever had for Adam. Falling forward in exhaustion, she gasped raggedly for breath as she carefully rubbed at her too sensitive love button.
FWEET!!!
Nobody was surprised when Tessa was announced the round winner. Bringing an enemy to a debilitating orgasm in the middle of being smothered was quite the feat.
Tessa was gasping for breath, her entire body shaking as she half-dragged herself over to Adam. Once again falling facedown in his lap, she used a shaking hand to steady his completely spent member for her lips.
Ewa rubbed her dripping cunt as she slowly got back up, "Take as long as you need, cocksucker! There's nothing that's going to stop me from killing you when you give up." The brunette walked in close, leaning down to have her flushed face inches from the determined redhead, "There's nothing left for you there, slut. I emptied him out completely."
The brunette retreated across the mat as the timer ran out, making no move to go after the fiercely working redhead. She started taking suggestions from her fans about how exactly she should make the kill. She was quite pleased how enthusiastically and loudly they called for her to strangle Tessa to death. No doubt the redhead could hear every word.
Tessa ignored it almost completely. Aside from listening for the footfalls of Ewa coming from behind, she sucked diligently and consistently. Bobbing her head up and down, she worked the cock around her tongue furiously. Never ceasing as she squeezed and played with his balls.
Ewa let the spectacle go on for several minutes before growing tired. She'd given the redhead a grace period after receiving the best oral of her entire life, but now it was time to end things. Striding forward she was just about to grab Tessa by her ginger hair when Adam blew the whistle again.
FWEET!!!
Adam was rock hard in Tessa's mouth. Leaning back in a mix of pleasure and agony, he gasped for breath as the redhead kept working his cock around and around while bobbing her head. No wonder she won so many sex contests, even he had thought he was finished. All he'd been looking for was a little bit of humiliation, letting Ewa see that there was nothing Tessa could do to reverse the situation. Now, he wanted to find out just how determined the pornstar was to prove her skill.
"He's empty you whore! Just get back here and die already!" Ewa didn't want to find out if Tessa's skill included forcing a man to cum blood. Which was surely the only fluid left.
Before the minute was even up, Adam was blowing the whistle with each breath, not wanting whatever this was to stop.
FWEET!!!FWEET!!!
FWEET!!!FWEET!!!
FWEET!!!FWEET!!!
With a ragged groan, Adam sat up sharply, gripping red hair between his finger as he forced Tessa to be still. When he finally collapsed back, Tessa slowly lifted away, a distinct line of sticky fluid trailing from him to her gasping lips.
Still with most of a minute left, Tessa stood slowly and turned to face the disbelieving Ewa. Licking her lips in obvious fashion, she took the whistle from the almost comatose Adam and walked along the mat edge, circling the brunette.
Tessa threw the whistle to Sophie with a wink, giving the blonde a souvenir as many women glared death at the blonde.
Calmly making eye contact with Ewa, Tessa smirked at her with glistening lips, "No more rounds, whore. Next time you go down, you're not getting back up."
As the last second ticked away, Ewa and Tessa both stepped up to one another, raising their dukes. First blood went to Tessa, as she once again haymakered the brunette across the mouth in a spray of blood.
Catching Tessa with a punch to the diaphragm as she cockily stepped in close, the brunette screamed in rage as she lifted her knee up into the redhead's middle. Bloody spittle dotted her own breasts as she raggedly gasped for air, following after the stumbling pornstar.
Tessa barely got her arm up in time to catch a retaliatory haymaker, driving her elbow into Ewa's wrist as the woman swung it at her head.
Punching straight out, she caught the brunette in the throat with the rapid jab. Just as exhausted and injured as her challenger, Tessa nearly fell in her attempt to tackle her gagging enemy.
Both fighters fell to the floor, nails clawing at one another as they collapsed side by side. Thrashing wildly as they slapped, kicked and scratched, they pulled into a tight embrace, rolling across the mat.
Ewa's hands snaked up between Tessa's heavy breasts as the redhead rolled on top of her, nails digging into Tessa's throat. The pornstar's eyes widened in shock and she immediately returned suit, choking as she wrapped her fingers around Ewa's neck.
The room was silent as everyone watched the pair strangle one another. Tessa was squeezing Ewa's ribcage with her thighs as she pressed down her weight on the brunette. At first Ewa tried to buck off the redhead, but she soon just concentrated on digging her thumbs into Tessa's throat.
Blood flowed over Ewa's thumbs as she dug her nails in hard. She unexpectedly loosened slightly when Tessa slammed her head back into the mat, she hadn't even been aware she was being lifted up.
There were a series of heavy smacks as Tessa gripped Ewa by the neck, lifting her up a few inches then throwing all her weight down hard on the brunette. Her own eyes rolling up into her head, the pornstar moved by pure rote, refusing to give in to the Pole.
Ewa coughed up blood into Tessa's face, her eyes unfocusing as her hands relaxed. Her cheeks going purple from lack of air, the brunette's arms dropped to the floor with definitive thuds.
The crowd exploded with cheering and applause as Tessa, no longer being choked, crushed the shuddering brunette's throat. Drawing in great body-wracking breaths, the redhead raised her fist and brought it slamming down on Ewa's undefended neck with slow deliberate blows.
When the redhead was finally done confirming her well-earned kill, she forced herself up on one knee. Slamming her blood and cum soaked sock down between Ewa's stilled breasts, she leaned back and howled her victory.
FWEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!
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"That one fight, made all of this worth it." Tanya stated as they left the convention's secret area.
In the hours since entering, they had witnessed plenty of bloody fights, but nothing that even came close to the savagery and passion exhibited by Ewa and Tessa.
Sophie nodded along eagerly, her pink mesh top was all stretched out and baggy around her body, but still convention decent. She'd used it as arm restraints during a grapple fight, during the orgy Tessa had encouraged following her big win. Aside from the fight they'd watched, forcing the lesbian she'd just choked into submission on to Warren's cock was the highlight of her day.
There was little left to do in the convention. The few scheduled bouts were between amateurs that couldn't get billed in the first two days, and both Tanya and Sophie had already bought more clothes and other supplies than they would probably ever use.
Taking the elevator back up to their room, Tanya never once questioned just how long Sophie intended to follow the couple around. Much to Warren's enjoyment, his girlfriend seemed to have simply agreed to whatever setup Sophie was apparently after.
At least for now.
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When they got to the hotel room, it was to find the door shattered open. A less subtle setup for an ambush than the previous few days.
Tanya scowled, immediately on guard as she slammed the broken door open and barged in, with Sophie just behind her. With no idea what to expect, Warren chased after to see who was brave enough to give Tanya a forewarning like that.
Entering the room, Warren immediately saw exactly who had orchestrated this. If it wasn't for the fortuitous addition of Sophie, Tanya would be dead for certain.
Akira & Veronica: Previously being beaten down by Tanya one-on-one, the pair of brunettes have agreed to team up on the annoying blonde. With both women wanting to take Warren back home with them, their partnership was sure to be short and interesting. Having lost the keycard Veronica stole a week before the convention, they were left with more direct forms of entry. (Unknown to Akira, it had originally been Veronica’s plan to sick her on Tanya, and then kill the tired winner. She had only not revealed herself when it was Sophie who helped Tanya back to her room)
All four women stood in a rough square, their heads whipping back and forth as they spread out. The brunettes were no doubt surprised at seeing the second blonde, and couldn't decide who should go after Who.
"Are you sluts not done with getting your asses kicked yet?"
Tanya sneered at the brunettes, specifically eyeing up the Asian fighter, who she considered both the real danger, and her real enemy. "I'm not worried about getting kicked out of the hotel anymore, so this time I'm not letting you leave alive!"
Veronica was facing Sophie but had eyes only for Tanya, who she viewed as her ultimate enemy. The blonde stood between her and Warren, her chosen man. It was the Asian fighter that finally addressed the second blonde, "Are you actually with this bitch? You can still walk away."
Sophie smirked across at the Asian for her suggestion, "I'm good where I am."
The room exploded into commotion as Tanya and Veronica both charged. The blonde aiming right at Akira while her attention was on Sophie, and the brunette going straight for Warren's girlfriend.
Veronica pitched forward as Sophie lunged ahead to trip her. As Tanya slammed into the prepared Akira and rammed her back across the room, Sophie pounced on her downed opponent.
Unlike Sophie, who had wrestled several times throughout the day (each time getting Warren to fuck her enemies as roughly as possible), Tanya had avoided fighting, not wanting to miss a second of the other matches. The blonde now unloaded all her frustration directly on Akira, who matched her in kind. Slamming the Asian back against the wall, Tanya dug her fists into the woman's midsection as Akira, screaming, raised her knee up between the blonde's legs, keeping her weight pressed against the wall for added strength.
On the ground, Sophie landed several blows to the back of Veronica's head before the brunette's fingers dug into the stretched pink mesh and yanked her off balance. Her head slamming into the floor, the blonde was dazed as her opponent rolled to her knees.
Veronica purposefully threw herself to her side, spinning her foot around and smashing the toe of her shoe into the stunned Sophie's jaw.
The blonde jerked and went limp, splayed out on the hotel floor.
Luckily for the senseless blonde, Veronica had no real interest in her. The Russian brunette clambered to her feet and ran right at the standing fight raging on against the wall. Driving her shoulder into Tanya's lower back, she crushed her own fighting partner against the wall.
Tanya and Akira's skulls cracked together from the surprise blow. Akira was further stunned as her head left a dent in the wall behind. The three women collapsed disjointedly into a pile with the madly laughing Veronica wildly throwing punches into whatever she could hit.
Tearing at Tanya's dress, Veronica hauled up from the bottom, seeking to yank the tough fabric up over the woman's head. In the mad scramble, it was Akira who accidentally saved the blonde, her heel digging into her partner's crotch, tearing away the flimsy panties the Russian had planned to let Warren pull off.
As Veronica squealed in surprise pain, she suddenly fell forward, her foot grabbed from behind. The mostly recovered Sophie tugged the brunette backwards across the carpet on her face. If this was a one on one fight, the blonde would have enjoyed the obvious rugburn she was inflicting on Veronica's breasts. As it was she was too worried about the struggling Tanya to properly enjoy the match.
Akira wrapped her legs around Tanya's naked middle, gripping blonde hair, she cruelly yanked Tanya's head back as hard as she could. The blonde screamed in pain, but got her hands up to begin choking the Asian fighter beneath her.
Sophie narrowly dodged as Veronica spun on her, sharp heel swiping across her bare thighs. Having let go of the brunette so sharply, she stumbled backwards as the snarling Russian got to her feet and charged her.
Her head snapped to the side by a surprisingly firm slap from Sophie, Veronica was knocked off course. Kicked in the ribs, she thanked her tough corset as much as the blonde's bare foot that it didn't actually hurt much. Returning fire, the Russian snapped out her fist and caught Sophie in the stomach.
Akira raked her nails across Tanya's face as she tried to break off the choke with her other hand. Finally able to breath again as the blonde's hands relaxed slightly, she got in a straight shot, snapping her fist right into Tanya's nose.
Sophie and Veronica circled tightly, throwing punches wildly as they both attempted to dodge one another. The blonde bloodied Veronica's lip pretty good with a an uppercut, but in return suffered an incredibly painful shot to her ribs.
Gripping two handfuls of the pink mesh "covering" Sophie's bouncing tits, Veronica dragged her down while raising her knee up, slamming it hard into the blonde's breasts, and clipping her once again on the chin.
Akira and Tanya rolled across the floor as the Asian's brunette partner started ruthlessly beating her own blonde opponent about the head and face. Akira finally halted the rolling by kneeling on Tanya's messed up dress, forcing the blonde face down beneath her.
Sophie and Tanya both struggled valiantly as their brunette opponents rained down blows on them. Veronica favouring devastating slaps, gripping blonde hair from behind while smacking and backhanding Sophie across the cheeks. Akira however was much more direct, burying her fists into Tanya's spine and ribs as she pinned her down by her clothing.
It was Sophie who recovered first, driving her nails up between Veronica's legs and latching them in deep. Bringing the suddenly wailing brunette to her knees, the blonde smashed her elbow into the woman's open mouth.
Akira rammed Tanya's head into the floor before quickly trying to brace as Sophie charged her. Kneeling, she was driven straight into the carpet as Sophie flying tackled her. Her head once more slammed hard against the floor, her eyes crossed as her limbs went limp.
Sophie raised her arm up high, preparing to smash her elbow down on Akira's undefended throat. She was topped though when Veronica grabbed her by the fist and yanked back hard. The blonde's vision exploded into stars as her skull collided with the brunette's knee.
Swearing at the sudden pain in her own language, Veronica limped as she let go of Sophie's arm. Her knee felt like it was broken from the blow, although she doubted it actually was.
Akira and Tanya recovered at about the same rate, slowly shaking their heads as they tried to get to their knees. As Tanya followed the stumbling Veronica with her eyes though, Akira attacked her from behind.
Warren's blonde girlfriend yelled in surprise as her dress was yanked up over her face. Akira completed the maneuver Veronica had started, blinding her opponent before smashing her fist into the fabric covering the blonde's face.
Limping across the room, Veronica brushed past the brutal punishment being inflicted on Tanya, only stopping to drive her foot once into the stretched out blonde's gut. Nearly falling as she got to the prone Sophie, the Russian once again dug her fingers into pink mesh and began hiking it up the woman's limp body.
Blood seeped through the thick fabric of Tanya's dress as Akira held the hated blonde up. Gasping with excitement, the Asian fighter leaned down to drag her nails up the woman's pale breasts. Enjoying torturing her enemy, she was oblivious to Veronica walking up behind her.
No emotion showed on Veronica's face as she pulled the stretchy pink mesh tight, and dropped in front of Akira's eyes, and hauled back hard with the material under the surprised Asian's chin.
Akira's scream of confusion was cut short as the impromptu noose pulled taut, her back slammed against Veronica's corset as the brunette pulled on Sophie's outfit as hard as she could.
The brunettes stumbled erratically across the room, nearly tripping over Sophie's topless body as Veronica cackled and choked her partner. The Russian whispered in her former ally's ear, "You think you get to kill her? She's mine you Chinese slut."
Warren didn't see the need to point out that the red faced Akira wasn't Chinese, paying more attention to his blondes. Sophie was mumbling to herself as she twitched on the ground. Tanya though, his long term girlfriend, was motionless on the ground, her face obscured by blood soaked fabric, her arms held above her head by the stretched out outfit.
Akira, purple cheeked, collapsed to her knees, drooling slightly as her eyes unfocused. Not taking chances, Veronica looped the stretched out fabric several times around the dying woman's throat and tied it off tight. Just to be sure, she almost casually gripped Akira's brown haired scalp, and slammed her face first into the floor. She didn’t need to check to be sure that the unmoving Asian was well and truly dead.
Sashaying across the room, Veronica made eyes at Warren as she beelined right for the still unresponsive Tanya. The blonde twitched spasmodically as the Russian plopped down on top of her.
Yanking the bloody outfit down to get a look at her enemy's face, Veronica smirked down at the woman's fucked up features. Akira had really done a number on the blonde.
Chuckling to herself, Veronica looked over at Warren, and purposefully moved her legs to give him a view of her bared crotch, and threw all her weight into crushing Tanya's throat.
Throttling the blonde with everything she had, Veronica screamed orgasmically as she murdered her enemy. Letting go with one hand, she slammed it down as hard as she could in a fist. Pounding the blonde's broken face as she kept up the choke.
Warren didn't give any sort of warning to the brunette hungrily watching him. He let it be a surprise when Sophie once again made a flying tackle.
Sophie crashed into Veronica at full speed. Her shoulder smashing into the brunette's cheek as she only just heard the footfalls.
Screaming in unstoppable rage, the blonde rammed the Russian into the floor. Driving her fist up into the stunned woman's bared tits, kneeing her in the crotch, Sophie thrashed her enemy about the floor.
Veronica screamed in pain, her retaliatory strikes did absolutely nothing in the face of fury that was Sophie. Terrified, the Russian shrieked as claws dug deep into her charged pussy, lifting her right off the ground.
Sophie dug her nails in deep, yelling in exertion as she hauled Veronica's lower half right into the air. Gripping the Russian around the corset, upside down, Sophie knee dropped right down onto the brunette's head.
Flopping listlessly forward, Veronica fell facedown to the floor with a thud, her legs slapping against the wall as she collapsed. A shoe heel snapping off and landed on the back of her head. The piece was slim and long.
Sophie picked up the shattered heel thoughtfully. Smirking she rolled the stunned brunette over to face straight up. Veronica's eyes flickered open as blood flowed from a split lip. The brunette's eyes opened wide as Sophie plunged the shiv into her breast.
Annoyed by the Russian's mewling as she rapidly stabbed the downed woman over and over again, Sophie held her down for her punishment. Stuffing her fist into the gasping woman's mouth, the blonde grimly rammed the sharp little stake as hard as she could into Veronica's non-vital areas.
Veronica twitched as her torso was reduced to a bloody mess. Her mouth hung slackly open as Sophie's hand left it. Her eyes unfocused as Sophie plunged the shiv straight down into one.
Slowly rising over the mutilated corpse of her enemy, Sophie then quickly made her way to the downed Tanya, falling by her side to check if he still breathed. The other blonde was entirely still though, already cold and pale from bloodloss.
Warren picked up the defeated looking Sophie and carried her out of the room. He pointed out that the buildings death-sensors would have picked up on the carnage in the main room.
Sophie just waved her hand at Warren's point that they would soon be thrown out of the hotel (or at least she would, being the killer). "Building security will give it an hour or two. They know we're not going anywhere, and if somebody has been killed, then somebody else deserves to celebrate." The blonde didn't look much like she was wanting to celebrate. "Do you have any more on Tanya's secret fights?"
Warren didn't, between the night before and this morning, Sophie had now witnessed all of his (former) girlfriend's private deathmatches. Thinking, he offered up something else to cheer up the melancholy blonde. "I do have some private videos from when Ewa fought over me..."
Sophie's mood whiplash was intense, going from dejected to wildly excited in the span of a second, "You fucked Ewa? You're just teasing me, right?" She slapped his chest hard, disbelieving that he'd had a chance to sleep with the famous Pole on one of her two previous bloody trips to Bitchtown.
"Is that so hard to believe, I've fucked Tessa now too!" Warren let Sophie shove him down on the bed as he grabbed the remote. His personal video account had two videos featuring the now deceased Pole, and he needed to prove it to his new blonde lover.
Sophie giggled as she yanked off her pink thong, "I was there, baby, she only sucked you off while I fought that lesbian bitch." Fondling the whistle she'd gotten from Tessa earlier, the blonde looked mischievous. "But if you'd like... I could challenge her to a match with this whistle... Loser is the winner's slave for a week?" The blonde slid her own excited cunt down over Warren's member as she made plans to get the pornstar into the same position. "Lover, I am going to jam you so full of vigor stims you'll spend that entire week inside her."
As the video queued up on screen behind the blonde, Warren threw the remote away and gripped his new lover by the hips. Bitchtown relationships didn't often last long, but his and Tanya's had survived years. He had to wonder if the mercurial Sophie would stick around long enough to be considered anything but a fling. If nothing else, he hoped to see her fight Tessa before moving on to the next man.
With the convention over, and the dead disposed of, fighters from all over the world returned to their home countries with tales of their encounters in the fighting capital. Warren's story, of a man entering the hotel with one girlfriend, and leaving with another, was not so uncommon. For the women like Sophie, who had fought, fucked, and killed to maintain their dignity as representatives of their city, it was just another weekend.
The End!
Originally Posted by zero1400
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