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.
This is a prequel to the series proper
As was their custom, Mike and his wife spent their anniversary in a hotel room. The dingy room had nothing on the lavish furnishings of their own apartment, but there were other reasons his warrior wife kept dragging him back there.
Sitting on the edge of the one-room rentals bed, Mike's eyes switched rapidly between watching the years old match on the large television, and glancing down at his busty wife. Stroking her brown hair, he held back as best he could from her considerable skill. It was going to be a long night, and she'd want him to last.
The match playing out on the television was a classic part of their relationship. Years ago Mike had had four routine lovers, Gladiatrixes that he bounced between a they won and lost matches, sometimes to one another. That had all changed when they had, without his knowledge, decided to end their feuds once and for all. Only the brunette currently going down on him had walked out of that sandy arena alive. Caked in blood and holding three torn panties in her clenched fist.
Gasping as his wife started really using her tongue, Mike had to wonder at who else she had invited. A little known fact about the hotel they always stayed in, for the right amount of money, it would dispose of bodies. And there was nothing that got his wife hotter than privately killing another Gladiatrix, with nobody to know the truth but Mike.
Whoever was invited would be under the impression it was the standard "friendly fight and threesome" that many married couples engaged in. In reality, she would be in grave danger once the veteran brunette got the better of her. In the four years they'd been together, Mike had never had an anniversary threeway.
The door was left unlocked, and just as Mike's on-screen wife drove her heel into the throat on a downed blonde, it squeaked open. The unsuspecting brunette that entered looked around with wide-eyed excitement.
Recognizing the rookie, Mike shot his load between his wife's lips. He'd been wanting to see the newcomer fight up close for a while now.
Eve
Winning Percentage
70%
Outfit
Shiny red robe, matching panties
Last Match
Three days previous, strap-on boxing, win, added humiliation: begging
Kills
0
Eve, already removing a shiny red robe, scurried into the room and shut the door behind her. The brunette giggled "Save some for me!" as she tossed the robe away. Left in only a pair of red panties, the busty rookie hopped forward, eyes locked on Mike.
Shooting to her feet, Mike's wife stood in between her man and Eve. Placing a hand on Eve's chest, the brunette halted her in her tracks and coldly announced, "Hold up newbie, you don't just get to jump right in. You need to earn it first!"
Lisa
Winning Percentage
90%
Outfit
Red Tiger-stripe top
Last Match
one week previous, cagematch, win, shattered opponent's leg
Kills
15
Mike's veteran Gladiatrix wife had no intention of letting the offput looking Eve anywhere near Mike. She'd scouted the busty brunette a few days ago and marked her for death. She'd particularly liked the way Eve expertly outmanuevered a blonde she hated, and fucked the woman so hard with a strap-on that she begged for mercy.
As Lisa stood tall, her short top pulled up to reveal her aroused pussy. Topless and bottomless brunettes stood facing off just a few feet from Mike. While Lisa looked excited to take the fight to the rookie, Eve kept glancing behind the veteran at Mike.
On the TV, Lisa throttled a black Gladiatrix as a busty redhead held the woman's arms behind her back. With the distinctive crunching that heralded the second death, Lisa struck out at the unprepared Eve.
No doubt expecting a wrestling match tonight, Eve was nearly knocked off her head by the sucker punch to the head. Stumbling, the brunette newcomer gasped as Lisa's knee rose into her midsection.
Eve hit the ground on her hands and knees, gagging in surprise at the blows. Lisa paced calmly around the downed brunette, sneering down at her, she suddenly yelled "Get back up, you would-be slut!"
Gripping Eve by the hair, Lisa hauled the rookie to weak legs and slammed a punch into her large breasts. Keeping Eve up with one hand in her hair, Lisa cocked her fist back with a smirk.
Groaning at the pain, Eve suddenly grabbed on to Lisa's top and drove her leg up between the woman's legs. Both brunettes were stunned as Lisa pitched forward with a scream, headbutting Eve with a sharp cracking of skulls.
Mike's wife fell on top of her victim, dazed by the blow to her head. Crumpling beneath her, Eve cried out in pain as Lisa bounced right on her tits.
As Lisa shook her head to clear it, she gasped in surprise as Eve's fist dug into her side. Snarling in anger again, the brunette shoved herself up off of Eve by digging her claws into one large tit. Looming over her enemy, Lisa flailed punches wildly down at the pinned Eve.
Screaming, Eve tried her best to block the rapid blows raining down on her. Striking out blindly, she shot a punch right into Lisa's mouth. Laying panting on the ground as her veteran opponent fell to the side, Eve took one big breath and rolled the other way.
Spitting blood out, Lisa pushed herself to her knees. Growling, she advanced on the recovering Eve. Digging fingers into the downed brunette's scalp, Mike's wife hauled Eve up. Wrenching her opponent's head side to side, Lisa buried her fist in Eve's stomach. Sneering as her victim cried out in pain, the veteran brunette looked back at her husband with a smirk, "I bet this bitch likes it in the ass!"
Slamming Eve facedown, Lisa gripped the squirming rookie's panties and tugged them down to her knees. Laughing sadistically, she slapped Eve's ass hard enough to leave a red hand print.
With a rage filled scream, Eve shoved off the ground and rammed her elbow deep into Lisa's belly. Mike's wife was blasted to her back by a vicious backhand to the jaw.
Struggling with her half-removed panties, Eve looked furious, mounting Lisa as the brunette crashed to the ground. With her underwear wrapped around one ankle, the busty rookie dug her knees into Lisa's ribs and slammed her fists down in a raging flurry.
Still gagging from the blow to her stomach, Lisa was defenceless as her head was battered from side to side. Flailing to stop Eve's assault, the veteran's arms suddenly fell limp to the floor as her rookie opponent nearly broke a hand on her forehead.
Hissing in pain, Eve clutched her aching hand. After a few seconds her whole body shuddered as she realized she'd just won a fight over a man. Trying to stand over the limp Lisa, Eve was looking around wildly in surprise.
"Holy shit, holy shit! I won!" Eve stumbled on Lisa's body as she stood up too quickly. Getting distracted by the television, showing a bloodied and exhausted Lisa sitting on the face of a ravaged redhead, the brunette looked down at her unconscious opponent. "I guess I have to wake her up then," the rookie pouted, having come into the room with the assumption of having a threeway with the married couple.
Mike made a decision, and told the excited Eve exactly what Lisa had planned for her.
As the on-screen Lisa staggered from body to body, violently tearing panties off dead rivals, Eve screamed in absolute fury and pounced on the downed woman laying right in front of her greatest triumph. Hauling the senseless Lisa's tiger-stripe top up over her face, Eve laid into the woman's large tits with both fists.
Lisa woke up blinded by her own red top. Barely able to make out shapes, her arms were tangled in her own clothing, leaving her helpless as the snarling brunette mounting her hips drove punches into her breasts and belly.
Grinding her bare pussy on Lisa's squirming body, Eve threw everything she had into ruthlessly pounding the trapped woman. Gripping the veteran's top with one hand to keep it in place, the rookie started punching the screaming woman in the mouth.
As his wife was brutally beaten silent by the yelling rookie, Mike gripped the out of control brunette's hips. Eve was shocked still, one bloody fist raised high above the twitching Lisa.
Mike entered the crouching Eve slowly, slipping in slightly further with each gentle thrust. The rookie screamed in ecstasy, ending in a manic laugh. Like most new Gladiatrixes, she had never before attracted one of the few men around, who generally bounced between the veteran fighters.
Eve gripped Lisa's swollen tits hard enough to whiten her knuckles. Her laughter ending in an orgasmic sigh as Mike suddenly thrust fully inside her after the slow buildup. Detonating as he yanked out, the brunette flooded her limp opponent and nearly collapsed.
Growling at the sounds from the television above, Eve scowled up as her bliss was ruined. On screen, the victorious Lisa ore her dead enemy's panties wrapped around her hand like a glove, almost violently jacking her man off in the hallway leading out of the arena.
Shooting to her feet, Eve screamed in rage as she gripped the sides of the television and tore it from the wall.
Just as Lisa's on screen self was rewarded with Mike unloading, she was in the present crushed by the sparking TV. Half-dead beneath the irreparably damaged flat screen, the veteran was completely unaware as her husband left with her would-be victim.
While she'd be found by her own cleanup crew hours later, Lisa wouldn't wake up for several days. Mike would not be there when she finally got home either, Eve having kept him for more than the usual single night of victory sex.
If Eve was going to try to steal her man, Lisa was going to teach her a lesson first. No mere rookie could take her man for good.
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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.
The night after finally waking up from a minor coma, Lisa hunted down and challenged the woman that had stolen her man. Easily finding the brothel Eve had been staying at with Mike, she decided to teach the rookie her lesson using her own tactics.
Lisa
Winning Percentage
90%
Outfit
Black garters with roses, Black leggings with matching panties
Last Match
13 days previous, cagematch, win, shattered opponent's leg
Kills
15
Waiting in her plush ready room, the brunette set the straps to a vicious looking strap-on dildo. The thing had over a foot of ridged hard rubber. While it would slide in easily enough, the curved ridges would painfully drag against it's victim's insides on their way out.
Pumping herself up for her imminent fight, Lisa watched one of her old matches as a warmup. A very similar setup to her fight tonight, two fighters in a simple ring, fighting with their fists until one was too worn down to defend herself from the other's rubber cock.
Smirking as her one-time brunette rival gagged on footlong dildo, Lisa mouthed along with her on screen self, "Choke on it, bitch." She licked her lips when her husband entered the ring. As her enemy choked to death on one massive cock, Lisa easily took the other all the way between her lips.
Tonight would be much the same, while this wouldn't be a deathmatch, she'd still let Eve choke for a while before torturing her unconscious.
With a buzzer letting her know it was time to enter, Lisa tightened the straps for reassurance and paused the video. Laughing at the close up of her long dead enemy's purpling cheeks as the wide eyed woman struggled weakly, her arms pinned up by her head by Lisa's thighs, the confident veteran left her ready room.
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On the other side of the brothel's main room, which just for tonight had it's fighting ring set up, Eve sat in her own ready room.
Eve
Winning Percentage
72%
Outfit
Black mesh onepiece
Last Match
Two days previous, sixteen woman brothel wrestling melee, five KO's, three titsmothers, one chokeout, one facesit
Kills
0
Unlike Lisa, who sat alone while waiting for the crowd to arrive, Eve was hardly in an empty room. Aside from her stolen man, Eve had filled the room to capacity with her fifteen current sexslaves. Earned just a few nights ago in a massive wrestling melee at this very brothel.
Sitting across the small room from Mike, Eve breathed heavily, merely watching as her slaves surrounded him in a giggling swarm. According to the rules agreed upon, they had to serve her faithfully for an entire week, it was just their luck that she had more interest in having them fuck and fight one another than administering the frequent beatings other slave owners dished out.
Eve panted with desire, watching other women lick, suck and jocky for position over her man. Always fighting better when horny though, she didn't jump in. Her plan being to get herself as charged up as humanly possible, and throw all that directly at Lisa.
Watching Eve nearly have an orgasm simply watching, Mike suddenly stood up, begging Gladiatrixes all around him, and took a few quick strides to his panting brunette lover. Fingers sliding easily through the fine mesh covering her fully aroused pussy, Mike gave the brunette everything she wanted.
Drenching Mike's hand as she came powerfully. Sucking on his cock with more innate skill than any of her slaves, the brunette moaned happily even as her plan fell apart.
When the buzzer finally went off, Eve screamed in annoyance, and regretfully pushed Mike out of her. The crotch of her mesh outfit was stretched out to either side to accommodate Mike, and she could feel her own desire dripping down her thighs.
Quickly fitting on a perfect replica of Mike's dick (only coloured a bright red), Eve hoped it mostly covered the fact that her outfit was damaged. Strutting out through the door with Mike, she halted at the doorway and turned back to her many slaves. Grinning with mischief, she addressed the room of Gladiatrixes, "When I come back, there had better only be one of you still conscious." She could order them to do anything short of murdering one another, patting Mike's thigh affectionately, she offered a bonus anyway, "Winner gets to do something a little more tonight than give a blowjob too!"
So far, Eve had only let her slaves suck Mike off, the promise of an actual real fucking made all fifteen women perk up with extreme interest. A second after a laughing Eve shut the door, it shook with a heavy thud from the other side, the dim sounds of furious screaming erupting from the ready room despite the sound proofing.
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Both fighters walked out into the crowded main room at the same time, Eve only a few seconds behind her enemy. Both were met with cheers, everyone loved watching a grudge match over a man, and Lisa in particular had a long history of brutalising Mike's mistresses and other lovers. Few women slept with Mike and avoided at the very least being beaten to a pulp.
The ring was little more than a soft wat with four poles afixed around it. Taking up the majority of the room, the cushioned bleachers on all sides were only feet from the ring edge. Packed with cheering Gladiatrixes, many were brothel regulars, others were Lisa's rabid fans, all wanted to see bloodshed one way or the other.
Mike held the ropes apart for Eve, who thanked him for being such a gentleman as Lisa's hate filled eyes locked on the younger brunette. Mike's wife had years of experience putting down upstarts that thought they could take him from her, but seeing Eve's familiarity with him set off something primal in Lisa, who was used to just viewing her rivals as his disposable sex toys.
Facing off, the brunettes circled tightly, Lisa reaching forward and gripping Eve's dildo, twisting her fingers around the hard rubber. "That's really cute, whore. You gonna try to fuck me with my own man's cock?" Tugging Eve of balance, she stood imperiously over the shorter brunette, "You'll never get the chance!"
Eve snarled back at the taller woman, "It's the closest you'll ever get to the real thing, so savour it while it lasts!" Jabbing her fake dick into Lisa's thigh, Eve grinned when the woman stepped back in surprise.
"Let's make this more interesting then, if you're so eager." Lisa stood hands on hips, glaring down at the rookie Gladiatrix. "I win? You meet me next week in the Great Arena." The massive sandy stadium was once the only venue available for Gladiatrix fights, hosting all kinds. These days it was used purely for deathmatches.
Stepping right into Lisa, Eve immediately agreed, "You wanna die, bitch? I'll take you down in the sand too!" Pushing her mesh covered breasts into the surprised looking Lisa's bare tits, she growled much more fiercely, "When I win, Mike's mine for good though. You keep your ass away from my man!"
Lisa saw no problem agreeing, after all, a week from now, the bitch would be a shredded corpse.
Returning to their corners, both brunette's eyes flicked from one another to Mike, standing just outside the ring between them.
DING! DING! DING!
Lisa walked confidently across the small ring as Eve crouched warrily against her own corner. The veteran kicked out a foot just to test Eve's defences. Yanking back as the rookie batted it away, she crushed the younger woman into the turnbuckle with a much more powerful follow up.
Gasping in surprise as Lisa expertly kicked her over and over again, Eve tried desperately to block the rapidfire blows. Suddenly surging forward at the expense of a heavy blow to the tits, she rammed her ducked shoulder into Lisa's belly as the brunette stood on one leg.
Briefly lifted into the air, Lisa grunted as she was slammed to the ground on her back. Ridged dildo sliding in between Eve's breasts, right through the mesh, the veteran laughed maniacally and grabbed the rookie by the breasts. Rapidly titfucking the surprised woman, she grinned at the pained expression on Eve's face as the sharp rubber ridges scraped against the upstart's skin.
Digging her nails into Lisa's sides, Eve broke the hold and scrambled away as the laughing Lisa got one last good kick at her shoulder. Her breasts ached even from just the few seconds Lisa had managed to abuse them with that monster strapped to her crotch. Eve was suddenly very intimidated by the idea of just whatever Lisa planned to do with it if she won.
Cackling, Lisa followed the retreating Eve across the ring on hands and knees. "You like that little prelude, whore? next time It's going in your ass!" Shooting to her feet as Eve backed into the ropes, Lisa kicked her rival right across the jaw.
Stunned, Eve rolled to her front, shaking away the ringing noise in her ear. She screamed though as Lisa gripped her by the ankle and hauled her back across the mat. Slapping back at the brunette veteran, she squealed in terror as Lisa gripped the mesh thong running between her ass cheeks and tore it away with one strong pull that wedged the material into her crotch.
Lining up, Lisa drove her rubber cock forward, and was backhanded across the mouth by a wildly swinging Eve.
Adrenaline fueled by an intense fear of her ass being penetrated by that brutal rubber cock, Eve was a frantic animal. Smacking her fist across Lisa's mouth, she twisted painfully around, screaming in fury as she wildly pounded on the surprised veteran's tits.
Cursing, Lisa was overpowered, shoved to her back, she was mounted by the suddenly enraged Eve. If it wasn't for the soft mat, the veteran would have been given a concussion, having her head bashed repeatedly into the ground.
Lisa smacked at the wild Eve, trying to shove her off or at least stop the withering assault. Eve's punches weren't as powerful as some she was used to, but their unending flurry was wearing her down fast. Clawing down the side of the rookie's face, Lisa shrieked in agony as the bitch bit her fingers, chomping down across three of them at the knuckle.
Viciously backhanding her fist across Lisa's screaming mouth, Eve clambered further up the woman. Making eye contact with Mike, she rammed her strap-on deep into his wife's mouth. Digging her fingers into brown hair, Eve gasped with pleasure as she rapidly humped the gagging woman's face.
Choking on rubber cock, Lisa smacked at Eve's thighs ineffectively for a few seconds before finally digging her nails into the woman's ass cheeks and shoving hard. Eve's rubber cock slid wetly from Lisa's throat before dragging across the veteran's face, nearly driving into her eye.
Gasping, Lisa threw herself forward, her mouth tasting like rubber, she coughed violently as she scrambled away from the rounding Eve. Grabbed by the black straps of her own dildo, she face planted into the mat as the rookie dove on top of her.
Slamming Lisa to the ground, Eve punched the veteran in the ribs before being pulled off balance by the mesh on her hip being tugged. Landing on her back as Lisa pushed to her knees, Eve clawed the woman's hanging tits, grinning as the veteran Gladiatrix shrieked in agony as sharp nails dug across her flesh.
Slamming a fist between Eve's eyes, Lisa screamed in pain from the impact to her bit fingers. Clutching her wounded hand, she managed to stand, stumbling back into the ropes as Eve dazedly recovered on the ground.
Knocked out of her dazed state by a stomp to the ribs, Eve managed to catch Lisa's foot as it descended again, this time aiming for her throat. Smashing a fist into the back of Lisa's standing leg, she shoved hard, throwing the veteran back as she fell.
The back of Lisa's head hit the taut bottom rope, snapping her head forward as she crashed to the mat. Groaning in pain, she lay limply for a second before her head dropped, and cracked against the hard floor beyond the mat.
Hastily crawling across the mat, Eve gripped the dangerous dildo sticking straight out from the downed Lisa, and tugged it off the limp brunette. Undoing a catch, she removed the length of ridged rubber from it's leather holder, and smashed it acros lisa's face as the veteran drunkenly tried to raise up on her elbows.
Her skull once again cracking hard into the floor, Lisa spasmed and lay still. The sound of the cheering and laughing crowd dimming as she lost consciousness and blacked out.
When Lisa came to, her adrenaline kicked in to full gear and she struck out blindly. Her arms barely moved though as they immediately caught on the leather straps of her own strap-on, tied tightly around her wrists. With something covering her eyes, the brunette screamed in blind horror as she struggled.
Standing over her hogtied rival, Eve held her man close in a liplocking embrace. Looking down in mock sympathy at the struggling Lisa, she laughed, "Oh look, your ex is awake, baby!"
Lisa could do nothing as her panties were ever so slowly pulled down. Her wrists bound to her ankles by her own garters and leggings, she was trapped with her ass sticking up for the crowd to laugh at.
Still wearing the rubber facsimile of Mike's cock, Eve lined herself up slowly, then forced it fully between Lisa's legs. Humping slowly, she fucked the woman from behind almost gently, shushing the woman's terrified shrieks.
The crowd loved it, having been expecting something more like the rabid fucking from earlier. Instead, the victorious Eve kept it light as she pulled Mike over. Except for the weeping Lisa's sobs, it almost looked like a typical threesome, Eve fucking the veteran from behind with the rubber dildo as she wrapped her lips happily around the real deal.
It took several minutes, but when Mike, after so much action, finally came, Eve let it flow over her lips and splash down to the stretched mesh over her tits. Laughing, she reached down and smacked the quietly sobbing Lisa on the cheek.
"I know we agreed on the Arena if you won, but I guess I'm feeling generous tonight!" Eve punctuated with a hard thrust that made Lisa groan. Ripping the veteran's head back by her hair, Eve hissed in her ear, "You wanna die? I'll fucking end you myself!"
Lisa gasped as Eve pulled out hard, the crowd laughing as the beaten brunette spurted cum despite herself. Letting out a big breath, she finally growled, "Enjoy your week then slut, I'm gonna tear off your fucking-"
Eve rammed Lisa's own massive dildo deep into the brunette's ass before she could finish, prompting a fresh new scream. Working it in and out rapidly with both hands, Eve giggled as the ear-piercing shrieks her enemy cried out till she was long out of breath. "What's that? I didn't catch that last part!"
As Lisa spasmed on the ground, eyes rolling up into her head, Eve dug the dildo in as deep as it could possibly go. Then, standing, the victorious brunette stomped her heel down hard on the flat end. Driving the length of rubber in deep enough it would take medical intervention to remove.
DING! DING! DING!
Taking his new lover by the hand, Mike lifted it up high in victory. Eve placed a foot on the quivering Lisa's rump as she laughed and had her victory photo taken. Gazing lovingly at the man she'd fought for, Eve broke position to kiss him as her official winning shot was taken.
"Let's see if my sluts are done yet!" Eve laughed as she led Mike back to the ready room. After that match, she was looking forward to another proper fucking, even if she had promised to share with whichever slave was still awake.
Eve would have one fight free week with her new man, then, in proper Gladiatrix tradition, she would kill his former wife for all to see. A lesson for all who wanted Mike other than herself.
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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.
If there was anything that Modern Gladiatrix Entertainment enjoyed hosting, it was grudge matches. The sheer brutality and vindictive aggression could rarely be matched by any normal match up, no matter the stakes.
While fight producers often made impressive offers to known rivals to end their hatred for good, it was always prefered, by both management and the crowds, that the women chose their final fight on their own. MGE preferring not to pay out anything beyond the usual winning fees, and the crowd loving that the Gladiatrixes were willing to risk their lives over their enmity and nothing more.
Today, everyone would enjoy as two Gladiatrixes ended their recent, if brutal, feud for good. If not for money or hatred, then at least over a man they both wanted. As such the Grand Arena, their chosen venue, had it's stands almost full of cheering fans.
The fighters having walked out into the massive sandy arena at the same time, they had at least a minute long walk just to reach one another in the center. The Arena had originally hosted fights on a grand scale, and was big enough for over a hundred combatants at once.
As the man about to be fought over, Mike sat in the grand box overlooking the sand. Once used by the city's now defunct nobility, it had the greatest view assuming the fighters didn't stray underneath too far.
With his Gladiatrix lovers approaching below, Mike had the greatest possible view of both.
Lisa
Winning Percentage
90%
Outfit
Black and blue lingerie, matching leggings
Last Match
Three days previous, deathmatch, beatdown finish, neckbreaker execution
Kills
16
As with Lisa's many fans, Mike naturally recognized the black and blue outfit Lisa slowly stripped away as she entered. Leaving herself in just a shiny blue thong, with her tight leggings peeling down her thighs, she wore the exact same outfit she had four years ago, when last in this arena.
Mike's former wife wore the same blues as when she'd slaughtered three of her rivals to win him. Killing them one after the other, she had ended that fight covered in their blood, and clearly planned a similar outcome today.
Having spent the last week being taunted by other Gladiatrixes for her devastating recent loss, Lisa somewhat remedied her reputation by completely one-sidedly beating down and executing one of the more outspoken women. Hands on hips, the brunette glared an even more murderous intent as her opponent closed up to her.
Eve
Winning Percentage
72%
Outfit
White combat tunic, Gladiatrix sandals (with removable heels)
Last Match
Seven Days previous, strap-on humiliation match, win
Kills
0
Wearing the traditional combat tunic of a rookie fighter (Which she still counted as, despite her recent big wins), Eve waved to the cheering crowd and blew a kiss at her man. Rolling the white tunic down over her large breasts with deliberate slowness, the young Gladiatrix grinned mockingly at her sternly glaring enemy.
Having spent the last week fucking Mike as frequently as she was capable, Eve otherwise had been memorizing all of Lisa's previous fights and training relentlessly. She was fully confident that Lisa stood no chance.
Pacing circles down in the sand, the brunettes snarled insults at one another that the audience couldn't hear. Judging by the hand motions though, Eve was demonstrating just what her last week had entailed. Lisa's snarled threats fell on deaf ears as Eve pawed her tits and rubbed at her cotton covered crotch.
There was a collective gasp from the stands as Lisa slapped an open palm across Eve's face. If Eve backed off, she could claim a pre-bell attack and have Lisa ruthlessly beaten right before the match.
Instead, Mike's lover retaliated. While his ex wife went wide-eyed from her mistake, Eve slammed a fist right into Lisa's throat.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell finally rang out as Lisa crumpled to the sand, clutching her neck in surprise. Eve slowly walked around the downed woman, kicking sand onto her with every strut.
Lisa recovered from the sucker punch quick. Coughing out sand as she scrambled to her feet. She gasped in pain though as Eve gave her one good kick to the ribs as she stood.
Swinging back wildly, Lisa only just missed backhanding Eve by inches. Gaining some distance, she brought up a foot to kick at the rookie brunette. Standing on one leg, she kicked out rapidly in a practiced form.
Eve dove in as Lisa prepared to barrage her with a flurry of kicks. Getting inside the surprised veteran's reach, she buried her fist in between the woman's spread apart thighs.
Lisa folded as Eve's fist dug into her crotch. Clawing at the ducking low Eve, the injured brunette screamed in rage as she was shoved right back to the ground.
Digging her knee into Lisa's midsection, Eve straddled the brunette with a determined look on her face. Punching Mike's ex repeatedly in the mouth in a swift one-two combo, she kicked off and rolled away as Lisa slashed sharp nails at empty air.
Scattering sand everywhere, Eve somersaulted forward, coming to her feet as Lisa struggled to her own. Rounding, she slapped the bottom of her sandal across Lisa's face with a loud smack.
Having yet to land a blow beyond her initial slap, Lisa screamed in defiance and charged. Driving a punch in right under Eve's heaving breasts, she shoved the rookie backwards with a feral yell.
Stumbling back as she was hit by a full power uppercut, Eve tried desperately to gain distance. Grimacing as Lisa's fists easily found her tits, the rookie tripped and fell to her ass.
Laughing madly, Lisa pounced on her enemy. Hands going straight for Eve's throat, the veteran drove all her weight down as hard as she could. Screaming in pain as her bruised pussy slammed into Eve's raising knee.
Lifting her knee up repeatedly, Eve got another shot in on Lisa's crotch before having her leg trapped between the injured woman's thighs. Swinging her arms out, she hit the distracted veteran on both elbows and broke her chokehold.
Lisa fell forward, cracking skulls with the brunette beneath her. She screamed in sudden pain though as Eve's nails dug into her tits, right under her nipples.
As Lisa briefly went limp, stunned by the headblow, Eve blindly groped at the woman's tits. Driving sharp nails in deep, she once again lifted her knee up hard and bodily threw Lisa off.
Lisa gasped in pain, her bleeding breasts dragging across sand. Shoving up to her hands and knees, she coughed dust and shook her head to clear it.
Standing on wobbly legs, Eve took a few weak steps before knee dropping right on to the back of Lisa's head before the woman could recover. Crushing the veteran to the sand tits down, Eve stood back up and took a few steps back to recover herself.
Spitting out bloody mud, Lisa mumbled indistinctly as she once again tried to push her way up. Getting to her knees, she panted with exhaustion, blood streaking down her body from the wounds on her tits.
Eve's crushed Lisa's nose flat with a furious kick to the face. The rookie nearly came simply from the feeling of her enemy's nose crunching beneath her sandals heel.
Thudding to her back, Lisa's eyes crossed as she spat up blood. Her arms raised slightly as an exhausted Eve landed on her, cotton covered ass smacking down on the veteran's face, then lay still.
Giggling to herself, Eve pulled at the edge of her tunic, rolling the white material, quickly staining crimson, up her body. Naked underneath, the rookie pressed her bare pussy down hard with extreme pleasure.
Dragging nails up Lisa's defenceless breasts, Eve bit her bottom lip so hard it drew blood. Cheeks bright red, the rookie rubbed her dripping pussy on her enemy's face.
As his ex's spastic twitches slowed, Mike left the private box.
Tearing the barely moving Lisa's breasts to shreds, Eve had to grip the remains with all she had to avoid falling off as she creamed hard. One body shaking orgasm after the other, the rookie shivered happily as she felt Lisa's last breaths.
DING! DING! DING!
Breaking tradition, but no actual rules, Mike walked out into the arena as the bell ended. Eve motioned him over enthusiastically, not leaving her gruesome perch.
The crowd hooted with enjoyment as they got a show after the match proper. Eve pulling her man's cock from tight shorts with blood slick hands, the victory photographer didn't know how to get a good shot.
It took several minutes, but the still firmly planted Eve eventually sucked, tugged and teased a massive load out of her man. Aiming it right at her large breasts she shoved Mike away a second later.
Cum dripping from her bloody lips, and spattered across her chest, Eve placed her hands on her hips and grinned wickedly for the camera. Mike's dead wife under her, and his spunk all over, the Gladiatrix was the picture of a victorious grudge match, having beaten Lisa is every way that mattered to women like them.
Reaching forward, Eve tugged at Lisa's blue thong. Tearing it free, she held aloft her trophy to the audience's approval.
Unable or unwilling to walk without assistance, Eve was carried from the bloody sand by her man. Leaving the broken body of her enemy to be disposed of by others.
Having well earned her first kill, Eve passed out in the hallway from the arena. More exhausted by the multiple orgasms than the actual combat, she awoke hungry for more an hour later.
Mike belonged to Eve now, with nobody else having a claim at him. Lisa had spent the last few years helpfully making sure of that, before losing him entirely due to her own choices.
Originally Posted by zero1400
Re: Gladiatrix Modern: Eve
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