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.
Modern Gladiatrix Entertainment had a long history of bringing the absolute finest female violence to fans the world over. But for all its modernity, it was an organization built on ancient rules.
Most days, those rules only assisted the company in making money hand over fist, setting up grande spectacles between willing Gladiatrixes that anyone could see for a price. But some rules did not include crowds, and MGE could not change the traditions of it's fanatical members without riot.
The Private Duel was one of the most honoured of Gladiatrix traditions, even if it did have some tough prerequisites to happen at all. It was all too common for Gladiatrixes to war over men as just another trophy, like money or other accolades, but when two women had equal claims to the same man, things could be made more interesting. MGE officials always tried to catch such rivalries early, as the grudematches made for good money, but that was not always the outcome.
Once a challenge for a Private Duel was made though, it could not be revoked, and once it had been accepted, it was only a matter of time before a Gladiatrix wound up dead. While few Gladiatrix fights had any real rules or referees, a Private Duel was even less regulated. All the survivor had to do was offer proof of her victory (typically a victory photograph), the methods and even the venue never having to be disclosed at the winner's discretion.
Such a challenge had been made, and accepted. Now the city just waited to see who it was that came out on top. A famous Gladiatrix would soon be dead, and everyone waited to see who.
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Shyla
Winning Percentage
96%
Outfit
Tan lingerie bra with matching garters, leggings
Last Match
Four days previous, cage match, win, stomping finish, Added humiliation: two broken legs
Kills
18
Lounging on a divan in her rooftop garden, veteran Gladiatrix Shyla sipped at a blood red cocktail as she ran her nails through Mike's hair. Her man's expert tongue bringing her to the edge of ecstasy, the blonde grinned as she watched two of her fighters circle one another.
Aside from her frequent pro matches, Shyla had given up leaving her penthouse apartment, and had taken to making her own entertainment instead of chancing being ambushed by one of the many women who were now no doubt hunting her. With access to the many mercenary Gladiatrixes her mother had once bought or threatened into serving her, the blonde had only one type of entertainment in mind.
Waiting on the real nights entertainment, Shyla swished her drink and picked up a small hammer off to the side, hovering the head over a small brass bell as she watched her fighters tense up in expectation.
Molly
Winning Percentage
82%
Outfit
Blue & Gold bikini bottoms, Gladiatrix jewelry
Last Match
Two weeks previous, arena, deathmatch, win, chokeout finish, torture execution
Kills
10
Smirking at a wink from Shyla, the redheaded Molly cracked her knuckles and leisurely stretched her back out, knowing the blonde wouldn't surprise her by striking the bell while her defences were down. Having once been referred to by Taylor as her "other daughter," the topless Gladiatrix had requested her honourary sister let her fight one of the mercenaries for Mike's enjoyment.
Savage and sadistic, the perky redhead was one of the few current Gladiatrixes who's fights Shyla actually followed. After seeing her claw a busty Asian fighter on the arena sands some weeks ago (and stripping off the woman's ancient piece of jewelry as a trophy), the blonde had invited her "sister" to stay with her indefinitely. Both women shared a smile before locking eyes on Molly's opponent.
Jenny
Winning Percentage
88%
Outfit
Black thong
Last Match
Four days previous, four way melee, loss, one KO, chokeout finish
Kills
12
Much less carefree than the seemingly unconcerned Molly, veteran brawler Jenny stalked warily with her arms half- raised defensively. A former friend and sparring partner of Taylor, it had been to her horror when she found out her friend (and now Shyla) had secret recordings of her murdering an old foe.
With no choice but to do whatever Shyla says, Jenny has nonetheless enjoyed so far the two fights she's been forced into for the blonde's personal pleasure. Promised to be released once Shyla's most obvious enemies are dead, she looks forward to helping in any way she can, more immediately though, she is secretly excited to test herself against the dangerous Molly.
Sneering at the grinning redhead, Jenny's fist flashed forward as Shyla struck the bell.
DING!
Molly's head snapped back from the straight shot to the chin. Jenny was a fistfighter first and foremost, and the speed of the strike hadn't really sacrificed any strength. The redhead yelped in shock and pain as she backpedalled across the rooftop garden to avoid follow up punches aimed at her bared breasts.
Snarling in hatred, Jenny followed close, not letting her enemy find her feet. Driving a fist deep into Molly's tit, she backed the redhead back against a hip-high stone wall, aiming at eventually crushing the woman's head against the hard surface.
With a shriek of, "Bitch! That's mine!" when Jenny grabbed her by the necklace, Molly raised her foot up between the blonde's legs hard enough to lift the woman several inches off the lightly padded ground. The jewelry had belonged to an ancient Gladiatrix, a redheaded spear fighter that butchered dozens of opponents. Molly had fought long and hard, and spent over an hour torturing the dark haired woman who had dared to touch the artifact.
Slamming an open palm under Jenny's chin, Molly laughed madly as she knocked the blonde off her feet entirely. As the veteran brawler slammed to the ground on her shoulders, the redhead stomped down as hard as she could on the woman's crotch.
Blinking away stars and gasping at the agony between her legs, Jenny screamed as she was half hauled up by her bangs. Slamming a fist into Molly's ribs, she cracked the back of her head on the ground as she fell limply backwards. Kicking the winded redhead in the ass, Jenny rolled to her front and nearly puked from a wave of dizziness.
Spinning around with a snarl, Molly took two big steps before driving her foot right up into Jenny's hanging tits. Launching the blonde against a rock wall, Molly placed her foot on the side of the coughing blonde's head and shoved with all her weight, clearly trying her best to crush Jenny's skull against smooth stone.
Screaming in pain as the side of her face dragged down the hard stone wall, Jenny managed to dig her nails into Molly's thigh and slashed them down the laughing woman's leg. Reduced to pained sobs as the redhead stomped down heavily on her face, the blonde pressed bloody fingers against her savaged ear.
Completely ignoring the pain in her bleeding leg, Molly placed a foot on either side of the weeping Jenny and grabbed the woman by the tits. Pinching as hard as she could, the redhead hauled her opponent up and threw her half over the small wall.
Jenny's screams renewed as her upper half fell into a rosebush. The white flower petals getting sprayed red as thorns slashed at her unprotected face and breasts. Lurching as Molly relentlessly punched her in her stretched out stomach, the blonde gagged in agony and tried to untangle her arms from the dense bush.
Shyla's wicked laughter cut out as an alarm went off on her phone. Somebody was in her apartment?s maintenance hallway, and had tripped the hidden detectors Shyla had secreted all around her suite. Gasping in orgasm that didn't have anything to do with Mike's fingers working deep inside her, the blonde shot to her feet in excitement shrieking, "She's here! She's early! But she's here!" and waving her hands in unconcealed glee, clutching her phone so hard her knuckles were white..
Wide eyed with equal excitment, Molly hauled the softly weeping Jenny out of the rosebush, having finished humiliating the blonde anyway. Half dragging, half walking the bloodsoaked blonde across the fighting area, she clasped hands with Shyla and hopped up and down as Jenny collapsed limply to the ground with a wet splat.
Making calls downstairs on her phone, Shyla ran around the rooftop, making sure everything was in order. Just as she was about to leave though she stopped, grabbing Molly by the shoulder as the redhead went to rush by her. Nodding back at the curled up Jenny, she sneered in contempt, "You know what sis? I don't really have a use for a crybaby with no fight left in her."
Jenny lifted up on one elbow, wiping blood and tears from her eyes as the other Gladiatrixes glared at her. When Shyla simply ordered for Molly to, "Kill the bitch." the blonde veteran pissed her black panties and shrieked in terror, trying to drag herself back across the padding as Molly swaggered over, in no apparent hurry.
Shyla was stripping off her cumsoaked lingerie as she ran down into the apartment proper. Tonight's entertainment hadn't even begun, Molly's match being just a diversion.
Her head clunking against stone, Jenny forced herself to her feet, falling back over another short wall and into a flower bed. Clawing at dirt, the blonde screamed shrilly as Molly calmly swung one leg over the stone wall, letting it dangle as she smirked down at the terrified blonde.
Mike and Shyla having already left the roof, Molly had no audience, but she still took her time following after the crawling Jenny. Stomping a heel down on the blonde's hand, she ground it down as hard as she could, laughing at Jenny's pitiful mewling. Once again reaching down and gripping the blonde by the tits, the redhead pulled her victim up.
Licking Jenny's blood from her hand, Molly slowly reached down to wrap fingers around the broken blonde's chin. With the back of the weeping blonde's head nestled against her breasts, Molly felt a warm spurt of cum as she drove the woman's head to the side with a sharp crack.
Letting Jenny collapse spastically to the dirt, Molly took a moment to compose herself before turning to vault over the low wall and go skipping towards the door. The night was of course just beginning.
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Out in the hall, the three brunettes that had tripped Shyla's hidden sensor clustered around the metal door that workers used to access Shyla's house. Bypassing the security up to this point hadn't been particularly difficult, but it had taken all day, and was sure to pay off soon.
Impatiently stomping her way back and forth, Shyla's awaited enemy snarled irritably. She had been waiting feverishly for the challenge and would have kicked in the blonde bitch's front door already if she hadn't been stopped.
Eve
Winning Percentage
90%
Outfit
White silk robe, matching panties
Last Match
Three weeks previous, Deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, double neckbreaker execution
Kills
12
Her own home far from safe these days, veteran Gladiatrix Eve had been a "guest" of the even more veteran Blair. Ever since convincing the woman her daughter had died at Shyla's hands (not a tough sell), she had been kept as the older fighter's golden ticket.
"I can take this bitch on my own!" It was not the first time Eve had voiced her opinion on the matter, and her companions were getting tired of it. It had taken four of Blair's students to hold her back after she accepted Shyla's challenge, and the veteran herself to knock the enraged Eve out with a well placed punch.
Blair
Winning Percentage
95%
Outfit
Matching blue bra and panties
Last Match
One week previous, Three way deathmatch, win, two kills, beatdown finishes, one titsmother kill, one slow strangulation kill
Kills
60
Chuckling to herself, Blair mostly ignored the permanently scowling Eve. She liked the busty brunette, and enjoyed the woman's passionate hatred, it reminded her of herself a bit (although she herself had never seen men as anything more than trophies). But in the end, she wouldn't let this perfect chance to get her hands on Shyla be wasted on Eve's impatience.
"You go in there on your own, that blonde slut's bitches would hold you down as she beat you to death." Blair just smirked at Eve's indignant glare, calmly adjusting her bra as she waited.
Stomping down petulantly, Eve spat out, "She challenged me to a Private Duel! You're just here to watch anyway!"
Blair had been a Gladiatrix for much longer than Eve had, and while Private Duels hadn't been in fashion for years, she still remembered having fought some. "Oh please, don't be such a naive little girl. There are no witnesses to a Private Duel, everybody cheats." No doubt Shyla would know that as well, Taylor would have seen to it her daughter knew the specifics of her own Duels, Blair had certainly done so with her own daughter.
Holding up a hand to stop Eve from responding, Blair walked past the fuming brunette as she continued, ever the teacher, "Trust me, I've done these twice before, and if I hadn't had my girls with me, I'd be long since dead." She patted Eve's silk covered shoulder as she passed, "I mean, that second whore thought like you and came alone, but that's just further proof that you should bring friends."
Mumbling, "Whatever," Eve went to stand by the third member of their group. Standing over the crouching brunette, she distractedly asked "Are you done yet?" just to pass the time. She didn't notice the smaller brunette's eye twitch as she worked at the last door lock with a hairpin.
Sara
Winning Percentage
81%
Outfit
Blue top
Last Match
Five days previous, brothel deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, choking execution, joint sexual humiliation
Kills
12
Taking a deep breath, Blair's former student Sara kept working her lockpick. It had taken all day to crack all the doors between the bottom floor and here, and she was nearly done.
While she now found herself somewhat regretting letting Blair know about her lockbreaking talents (as she'd only ever really used it on one door at a time before, it made ambushing much easier), Sara was honoured to have been chosen to sneak into Taylor's old home. No longer a student, she was being called upon as an equal, or at least trusted, Gladiatrix.
According the Blair, a Private Duel was an obvious trap. It was practically a tradition to bring a few friends along. Sara figured if that was true, they probably should have brought along more help. But then again, that blonde bitch Shyla was hardly the type to have many friends of her own.
Unlike Taylor, who had frequently teamed up with other women, and often hosted lavish parties, Shyla was generally hated among Gladiatrixes. Before Mike, the blonde was a man stealer, suspected in the disappearances of several prominent fighters, and her tendency to kill away from spotlight had only increased since getting her own man. A Private Duel was just like her, and there were plenty who would cheer at seeing a victorious Eve standing over the blonde's corpse.
With a click, Sara grinned and stood up, finally throwing her lockpick away. With the last door unlocked, they could sneak into Shyla's apartment hours before the blonde should have been expecting her enemy to arrive. Her challenge had been for Eve to meet her at midnight, and the sun hadn't even set yet.
Taking several deep breaths, Eve was pushed roughly out of the way as Blair strode past her. Calmly opening the door, the longtime veteran didn't sneak her way into the apartment. Shyla wouldn't be expecting them, but this wasn't meant to be a true ambush. Blair wanted to see Shyla slaughtered in a fair fight.
Walking through the doorway herself, Eve was adjusting her robe when she nearly walked straight into Blair's back. The veteran had frozen just a few feet into the apartment.
The normally open space of Taylor's mansion was gone. Replaced by a wide wall painted in a mural of Blair's daughter Emily, with multiple hallway openings heading in every direction. The blonde had clearly done some remodelling.
The portrait of Emily was almost photorealistic, clearly made by a master, even if it was of her bloodied and broken body splayed out across the curved wall. Eve winced looking at the brunette's face. While she herself had once tried to kill Emily (and still secretly blamed her for the current problems with Shyla), she wouldn't have bashed the woman's skull in like that, it was practically unrecognizable.
Sara yelped with surprise as a metal shutter slammed down the moment she was through the doorway after Eve, nearly clipping her backside. Looking forward at the obvious trap, she was the first to voice the collective thought.
"Shit!"
Re: Gladiatrix Modern (Part XIII)
Originally Posted by mcgoll
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