Death Fight - Jessika vs Kat by Abbyfan

[MikeJV]

GREAT story, nicely detailed action... which I love... I don't see anything that needs improving... other than my own preference for the winner making a trophy of the loser's nipples and/or clit... or if she has any, her pubic hair. Those are my preferences, but I know a couple writers, some here, with similar tastes for fatal and near-fatal(maimed but not killed) fights.

Love your work, keep writing and posting here.

BTW: congrats on winning Jess *hug*

MikeJV

[Jessikafights]

Thanks, MikeJV, glad you liked it ...

Incidentally, Abbyfan thanks all those who posted comments re: "Harborfight Deathfight: Sandi Vs Jessie" too!

[Ted Mark]

GAWD oh Lordy. Thankyou.

Thank you both. Ladies are Princesses but when they are not being Ladies they are Goddesses! [img]graemlins/devil.gif[/img]

[unkins]

AWESOME!!!! Thanks!!!

[Jessikafights]

Very busy unfortunately at present, but here?s another great, exciting story by Abbyfan which I think people here would enjoy too! Please post comments for the author who does check in here from time to time. Please remember any author appreciates some feedback for improvement, and perhaps more importantly it also acts as encouragement, particularly where most authors here are not doing it for profit!

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Jessie [img]graemlins/kiss.gif[/img]

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Deathfight! Jessika vs Kat

by Abbyfan

They were the "Arena Belles", a loose confederation of women who fought for the entertainment and pleasure of an extremely wealthy group of patrons. The patrons, mostly, but not exclusively men, notified usually by email of the upcoming schedule of events, would always fill the posh "Belles Arena" to capacity. The contests could be of any type of physical confrontation: boxing, wrestling, catfighting, kick-boxing,...even titfighting and sexfighting were variously scheduled. The fights were usually arranged by a group of promoters, to be agreed upon by the participants; but the women themselves did have the opportunity to add their own input into the scheduling process.

The rarest form of confrontation was the Deathfight. One only occurred after a direct challenge, one woman to another, was accepted. And in fact, there had only been two such contests in recent memory.

Jessika Walker was the unofficial 'Queen' of the Arena Belles. The most senior member of the group, this beautiful 42 year old was entering her 17th year on the Belles' roster, an amazing feat considered just on its own. Jessika packed 160 pounds of pure woman, of fine, coordinated musculature, over a frame nearly six feet tall. Fair of skin, her long, striking auburn hair, usually tied in a pony-tail when she fought, framed a lovely, rounded, soft-featured face highlighted by big brown eyes and a wide mouth. Her record was impressive, even as she passed the age at which most women had long since retired from the ring.

Jessika was in love with the GAME...the competition....the drama.... the rush of adrenalin....the physical exertion and contact.....the chance to prove herself the 'better woman'.

And she was just as 'at home' exploring another woman's beautiful pussy with her voracious mouth, as she was abusing it with her fists and claws.


Kat Stancik, an attractive, firm-bodied, 24 year old athlete, had only four months ago joined the Arena Belles, and was already making quite a name for herself, as yet undefeated in four matches. Of dark complexion, dark haired and lovely, she stood 5' 9" and weighed 140 pounds. Her body simply exuded a lush femininity. Powerfully muscled, smooth-as-silk thighs, tight, round buttocks, and mildly flaring hips virtually announced her athletic prowess. Her small, round, ruby-tipped breasts were perfect hemispheres sticking straight out from her chest. A delightfully deep and, wide horizontal navel, set in the middle of a gently swelling convex belly, looked like an eye, winking back at a lucky observer. Kat's trademark, whether on her bikini bottoms or her panties, was a circular logo placed directly over her pubic mound, containing the phrase "some women are born winners". It was, up to this point, a personally accurate assertion.

Kat's striking looks and obvious fighting skills attracted Jessika to her soon after her arrival. Two weeks after she joined the Belles, alone in the shower after a late night workout, Kat found herself joined by Jessika, who after turning on the water of an adjacent shower head, suggested a far more enjoyable way to wash up.

Initially shocked, Kat refused Jessika's lascivious advances, but the redhead pressed on relentlessly. The brunette shoved Jessika hard, and she lost her balance, falling solidly to the wet shower floor on her gorgeous ass cheeks. She got up smiling, rubbing her right buttock.

"Kat, my young, beautiful Kat, a straight woman is just one who hasn't tasted pussy yet!", she uttered softly as she rose to her feet, smiling slightly.

"You disgusting old cow!".......Kat sent her open right hand across the redheads face, the resulting slap echoed loudly. Jessika's head snapped quickly to to the right in response to the sting and force of the blow. She brough a hand up to her offended cheek. Still
undeterred, Jessika grabbed Kat's right wrist and pulled her towards her.

"I'm warning you, you dyke BITCH.....get the f*uck away from me!" the younger woman screamed. Kat drew back her right arm and made a menacing fist. She never saw Jessika's left hand close into a fist; never saw it as it jabbed quickly, straight out from the redhead's left hip. It landed solidly in the soft swell of Kat's belly, right at her navel. "OOUUFFF!". It wasn't nearly her best punch, but its power and surprise easily doubled up and severely winded the younger girl. Jessika helped Kat to her feet, and while the brunette was still incapacitated, ran her hands sweetly, gently, over her body. She pulled Kat into an embrace, the brunette, groaning and sobbing, still resisting, throwing her head back in an effort to avoid an attempted kiss from Jessika's lips....but her resolve was weakening. A few moments later, her resistance further weakened by the feel of Jessika's velvet skin against her own, by the scent of her body, by the wonderful touch of her large, probing hands, and by a strange reaction coming from deep within her own young body, Kat finally allowed herself to be completely enveloped by Jessika.


The two women then spent much time ensuring the fact that every square inch of their bodies was lathered, rinsed and dried; Kat was like the most nervous of teenagers, especially when it came to touching and stroking Jessika's plump, auburn-topped mons, and the intricate folds of her sex. But after a brief time, her initial uncertainty and reluctance had turned into enthralling exploration. Jessika, too was lost in pleasure. Kat's pert round breasts, softly rounded belly with its enchanting navel, and thick-haired womanhood at the juncture of her perfect thighs, had turned her pussy into a hot, moist, throbbing vessel, demanding fulfillment. Kat was continuously taken by each new discovery of Jessika's incredible body; she sucked long and hungrily at her large, conical, out-thrusting breasts. Then, as her nervousness eventually ebbed completely, Kat delighted at discovering, with her hands and eager mouth, the intricacies between the tops of Jessika's satin thighs. As an infant discovers new boundaries to an ever expanding universe, she spent what seemed like hours, experiencing the new tactile sensations provided by Jessika's dark auburn, softly prominent pubic mound, and the mysterious details of the wet vertical slit beneath. Her mind, nearly overwhelmed by sensory overload, became passive, relishing the input, and wanting more.

The exploration continued until dawn at Jessika's apartment. Jessika didn't have to hear it, it was obvious of course, but Kat told her anyway; it was her very first time with a woman, and it was beautiful.


Their love affair is now six weeks old. Two weeks after it began, both women, completely smitten, pledged to each other undying love and affection.


The events that change the course of history....of the world, its nations, or of its individual people, can be momentous in their own right (a political assassination sparks a World War), trivially insignificant, or anything 'in between'.

One morning three weeks ago, Kat was in a stall in the otherwise empty bathroom of the Belles Arena locker room, to relieve herself of her breakfast of juice and tea. As she sat down, she heard two voices, easily recognizable as belonging to two veteran Arena Belles. April and Angela had just entered the lavatory....their voices were bright and animated. April was eager to hear of her friend's recent adventure, and Angela was more than eager to share......

"The woman has the most incredible mouth and tongue I've EVER had the pleasure of being introduced to" , Angela declared, "It was only our third time together...God, let there be many many more.......her body.......like a Valkyrie........she knows just how to slowly, wonderfully, bring one to such a shuddering, explosive release.....such unbelievable satisfaction.......Jessika Walker is a GODDESS..."

Kat sat stunned. Angela continued to sensuously describe the most intimate details of the previous night's encounter, but Kat had stopped listening after the brutal assault of her first sentence. Pain, and then rage, began to consume her.....she was thankful, and somewhat surprised that her effort to remain silent and unobserved was successful.


Later that same afternoon, the young, undefeated fighter asked the Arena Belles' chief promoter to schedule a match between herself and Angela.

"She can choose the style." Kat said. "I'll take her on any way she wishes."

Two days later the promoter had Angela's answer. "Angela has accepted your challenge....she has chosen topless, gloveless, panty boxing....boots optional" Four nights later, as the third event of four to be held, Angela and Kat faced each other in the smaller-than-standard ring. Kat, with her shoulder length straight dark hair, was nearly nude, save her trademark brief red panty with its blue trim and worded logo. Angela, fair skinned, solidly built and of medium height, wore a tiny black lace thong, from around which sprung tufts of thick black pubic curls. Both women wore boxing boots, and had a thick layer of black leather covering their second and third sets of knuckles. Angela's soft-looking, heavy pear-shaped breasts pointed slightly outwards, and hung low on her chest. Her shoulders, arms and thighs were obviously fit and strong. Her belly was smooth and flat, with a pert, dot-like navel.

It's a cliche, but here, one quite apropos: Angela never knew what hit her. A week's worth of pent up, all-consuming rage was loosed upon the unfortunate woman in a whirlwind fury of jabs, hooks and uppercuts. Every inch of Angela's body was pummeled by Kat's fists. The 24 year old's face, grim with determination at the start, softened and then began to evince smiles and eventual grins as her fists pounded her soon helpless opponent into oblivion. Crunching blows to the face and jaw.....devastating punches to the breasts that caused them to visibly swell, with blood seeping from ruined nipples... hooking, rib splintering jolts......fists buried deep into Angela's soft belly.....and most horrifying to the recipient, repeated punches, thundering uppercuts, into her vulnerable, delicate pussy, its lips shedding small rivulets of blood that trailed slowly down the insides of her thighs,.... and still more, thumping punches straight into her pubic mound, crushing the bone beneath. For the last two minutes of this stark brutality, Kat kept Angela upright, against the ropes with her left hand, while she used her right to administer an avalanche of punishment to the poor woman's face, breasts, ribs, belly, and cunt. She finally had to be restrained by two of the promoters who dragged her away from Angela....at last allowing the horribly beaten woman to slump to the mat in a frightening heap.

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[Jessikafights]

Jessika could't help but know that something was wrong. It had been three or four days since she had seen Kat at the Arena, and she hadn't returned a half a dozen of her phone calls. Then information did come, but not directly from her lover. A promoter called, his voice breaking on the other end of the phone line..."...Will you accept Kat's request for a ...(he could hardly say the word).....Deathmatch!"? Jessika put down the phone without answering.

Soon after the promoter's call, word of Kat's rage found its way to Jessika.

"Is THAT was this is all about? she said to herself. Isn't it always that way with the young ones. Where is it written that love requires exclusivity? That was HER interpretation...". Jessika continued silently in her mind " ...and now she wants a Deathmatch!....she's young...and she's got ability......it will not be easy.....she's yet to lose......everyone knows how she DEMOLISHED April.....but I CAN'T....I WON'T back down from a challenge....... she's brought this on herself........I don't want to.........but I WILL kill her....."

Jessika's next thoughts brought a wide smile to her face. "Perhaps I'll kill her as I did Maria, who died clutching helplessly at her throat, blood streaming out of the corners of her mouth...eyes wide in pain and disbelief...gagging and choking after my perfect 4-finger thrust crushed her windpipe and larynx..." She felt a tingling in her womanhood....a longing in her belly....a pleasant rush of heat eminate from between her legs....all radiating through her........ She notified the promoter. The match was set.


Jessika stood in front of the full-length mirror in her dressing room, carefully examining her wonderful body. She smiled, studying her near nakedness, clothed in only a black string bikini bottom, with a bright gold star directly over her mons. She cupped a hand under each large, cone-shaped breast. Held fast to her chest by still youthful muscles, they still stood out magnificently, with large, circular, dusty rose areolas surrounding long nipples. She LOVED fighting topless....loved the..... freedom......the exhilaration.....of having her beautiful breasts without constraint, able to sway, bounce and bobble in response to the fightng movements of her body.

As she continued to face the mirror, she rued the fact that she was past the age at which it was easy to stay in "fighting fit" condition. She had put on just a pound or two in the last few months, and it all seemed to find its way to her belly, as a little "pudge" was beginning to form around her navel. She cradled her belly softly with both hands and stared into the mirror after turning sideways. "Damn...she thought to herself....this just WON'T do!.....my belly is getting much too soft..." She pressed her still clasped hands gently into her rounded little belly, and was relieved to find her rock-ribbed abdominal muscles just underneath, just where she expected them to be. Ten minutes later she and Kat, clad only in her trademark red bikini bottom, complete with blue logo, faced each other in the ring.


An explosion of energy filled the arena. Jessika began with an attempt to pulverize Kat's modest breasts....seeking their sensative nipples with her powerful fists. Kat was just as intent to bury her fists into Jessika's large mammaries. Jessika gained the first advantage by crunching a massive knee directly into the logo on Kat's bikini. The brunette groaned and as she folded forward, found her jaw on the receiving end of a wicked uppercut from her taller opponent. Her head snapped back as she staggered into the ropes behind her. As Jessika charged forward to press her advantage, Kat kicked out with her right leg, stopping the redhead's advance as her foot slammed into Jessika's belly. She then dove at Jessika's legs, and both women went down on the mat, Jessika on her back, legs splayed, Kat on her hands and knees, in between the redhead's spread apart feet.

The brunette's body lunged forward with her right arm extended, her fist thumping into Jessika's wide open crotch. Luckily for the redhead, Kat's blow lacked real force, with little momentum from her body behind it. Jessika grabbed Kat's shoulders and twisted her over on to her back, got quickly to her knees, and began to rain punch after punch into the brunette's belly. Kat stopped the assault on her guts by reaching up and sinking a claw-like hand deep into Jessika's full, hanging left breast, grasping as hard and as deeply as she could. Soon both women were face to face, open hands squeezing and crushing each other's breasts as they rolled around the floor, their faces, animated with hate, only inches apart.

Kat released Jessika's breasts and grabbed for her throat...Jessika responded by clawing at the brunette's eyes. They simultaneously let each other go, and scampered to their feet. Kat steped towards Jessika, feigned a front leg kick and threw a vicious punch at the taller woman's face. Jessika ducked expertly, and as the young fighter's momentum took her by the redhead, she buried a perfect punch into Kat's soft belly, her fist sinking deep into the young girl's gut. "OOUUFFF!" The brunette groaned loudly and doubled up. Jessika pushed her back against the ropes, straightened her up with a crunching blow to her jaw, and caught Kat right on her bikini's logo with another brutal punch. Kat groaned hideously, her distraught face a mask of agony and fear. She fell to the mat, clutching and clawing at herself.

Jessika watched her opponent writhing in pain, curled up on the mat. She approached slowly, and reached down for her hair....

"AAUUGGHH", the redhead cried, as Kat's fist came up from out of nowhere, burying itself deep into Jessika's pussy, crushing her clit up against her pubic bone.

"F*ck!!!!, Jessika screamed at herself" "How could I be so F*CKING CARELESS?!?!"

Kat breathed in great gulps of air, regaining precious oxygen, and let loose another punch. Jessika, still folded over, her mind fixed on the pain in her crotch, was helpless as the brunette's fist took her full in the mouth. Blood and bits of teeth exploded from the stricken woman's face.

"NOOOOO.......this CAN'T be happening.........not to MEEEE........."

Jessika's distressing thoughts were cut short by Kat's continued assault, as her next blow thudded low into her belly. With the sufferng being meted out to other parts of her body, her brain left her vaunted abdominal muscles untensed. There was nothing to prevent Kat's knuckles, fist and two inches of her forearm from disappearing into her soft belly. "OOMMMPPHH!"

Jessika's mind continued to race..."My GOD....What's.....happening??...I can't f*cking BREATHE.....I CAN'T let this BITCH.....DO THIS...to... ME....I'm NOT......going to... DIE....."

Kat pushed Jessika's doubled over body to the mat. The redhead was curled on her side, hands clenched together, pressed to her gut. Kat pushed her over, and flattened her on her back. The young brunette then took a step back and launched herself in the air while raising both knees to her chest. Her body descended, her legs just a few inches apart, her knees aiming right at Jessika's chest. A moment before her bony joints were to complete their descent and destroy her prone oponnent's breasts, Kat saw, out of the corner of her eye, Jessika's knee, which had been upraised for only a split second. Before HER knees reached their target, her delicate womanhood was impaled on the redheads knee! Her groin exploded in mind-numbing agony.

An ear-splitting, inhuman wail filled the arena. "AAIIIEEYYYEEEE!"

Kat was helpless...........her mind and body overwhelmed with the excruciating pain from this most intimate of violations. Her clutching hands were of little help, as her body rocked from side to side as she writhed and squirmed on the mat.

The devastated brunette howled to herself "AAUURRGHHHH......My GOD............please no...... no no no.....not ..THIS...never...THIS!...."

Jessika, in her own bruised and battered state, had no choice but to give her stricken opponent time to recover as she got slowly to her feet......trying to focus......."This is....IT........my foolish Kat......you?...... challenged...ME!!......my sweet.....foolish....girl............must end this...NOW......" ".....I want to SEE her die......her face....her eyes......YES!......NOW.."

Poor Kat was too hurt to make use of the brief respite she was given. The auburn haired Amazon, some of her strength regained, approached her fallen opponent. She sat down beside her and clamped her powerful upper thighs tightly around the young woman's neck. Kat's chin was wedged tightly up against her pussy. Kat jerked her hands from her wounded sex and grabbed at Jessica's vice-like legs. Her eyes bulged out in abject fear.

Jessika's crotch began to twinge and moisten from within as she stared directly into the desperation in Kat's face, so close to her own, her legs maintaing incredible pressure upon her once-lover's delicate throat.

Kat's mind screamed in rage and fear "....My God...no......not like this......Jessika....how could you......your young lover.....NO JESSIKA.........must......breathe..........can't breathe.............will.......not........die..... .......God......not me....not NOW.......keep fighting Kat....keep..............fighting..........."

Jessika could feel the defiance and rage in Kat's eyes as they stared directly into her own. The warmth from her crotch continued to spread through her body as the pressure increased from Kat's trapped chin, as it remained crushed against her womanhood. Even though her strength continued to fade, the look of defiance never left Kat's eyes.

But she finaly had to answer to the inevitable. Her lungs completely empty, her brain and muscles starved for air...her energy was finally gone. Her eyelids fluttered briefly, then closed, her muscles limp, her clawing hands fell from Jessika's thighs and dropped softly to the mat.