Return to the Underground Part 3

[Shindy]

Rebecca slammed her fist into Sonja's gut. The big blonde whimpered as she doubled over, Rebecca repropping her against the frame each time she started to collapse. Rebecca was now enjoying herself. She realized that she was dripping wet, her own sexual juices dripping down her legs.

She slammed her fists into Sonja's big implants. These, Sonja tried to protect, but with little efficacy. Sonja's tits swelled around the implants, getting red and bruised. Rebecca grabbed the discarded dildo and began to ravage Sonja with it. The big blonde's legs collapsed and she fell to the floor, twitching. Rebecca took the big cock and drove it into Sonja's ass, but the big blonde was too far gone to even respond.

Rebecca dragged Sonja out to her car, which she had not noticed previously parked off to the side in her driveway. She pushed the big blonde into it, still naked, with the dildo sticking out of her ass, and left her there to recover on her own. When Rebecca checked later, Sonja was gone.

Rebecca returned to her room, to see her olive-skinned, dark haired lover parading around her room, straightening up. They had an open relationship, but Rebecca was a little irritated that Carla would bring a fuck buddy to HER house. She told Carla this, and the young woman tried to appease her blonde lover. Rebecca would have none of it though. She was still fired up on adrenaline and Carla was fatigued from multiple orgasms.

It was punishment by sex, and Carla was brutalized sadistically, but she did seem to enjoy her punishment. Rebecca did as well.

When it was all done, Carla apologized in gasps to her dominating lover. The two women fell asleep comfortably. Carla woke Rebecca the next morning by going down on her. Rebecca knew she had made her point as she arched her back in pleasure.

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Next week arrived quickly. Rebecca and Carla made their way to the big converted building, Rebecca signed in and was paged moments later. She and Carla made their way back to the changing room. They were met by two women, apparently two of the organizers of the schedule.

"Rebecca?" they asked.

"Yes," she replied, "I'm ready."

"Well, we have to apologize. You can't fight Julie tonight."

Rebecca felt anger and frustration rising within her, her boardroom demeanor seizing hold. "Why not?" she asked.

"Julie unfortunately was involved in another which we were unaware of. She was beaten fairly severely and has not recovered. Apparently, she may have been hospitalized for a day or two. Oddly, the woman she reportedly fought has registered here and has requested to take her place. Size-wise, and experience-wise, she meets our criteria to match up with you. Would you be interested?"

Rebecca's heart raced. The woman who beat her was beaten by someone and now that person wanted to fight her. How much more of a challenge could she face--she was ecstatic.

Calmly, Rebecca replied, "That would be perfectly acceptable."

"Fine the women nodded in tandem. You should prepare, you're in the ring next."

Rebecca sent Carla to the stands to watch as she got undressed and pulled a robe on.

When she was called she walked to the ring. She was introduced first and she climbed in to the ring to raucous cheers. She stripped, showing off her hard body to the crowd, hamming it up for the crowd, realizing that she was firing on all cylinders, adrenaline and intensity coursing through her veins, her tits, and her pussy.

They introduced the other fighter. She was announced as "Brooke", which was the standard at the club, only first names were used.

Brooke climbed into the ring and Rebecca almost laughed at first, and then realized this was serious. She was stunned. "Brooke" was none other than Brooke Sinclair, the editor-in-chief of the largest east coast fashion magazine in the world. She and Rebecca worked in the same circles, socialized with the same people, and never thought that they would ever encounter one another in this situation. If they were friends, it would have been hard, but neither liked the other and were only cordial as society necessitated.

Brooke had auburn hair and fair skin. She was as well built as a fitness model with a finely trimmed bush, only a narrow strip of hair, like Rebecca's. Her bust was natural and full, and bit smaller than Rebecca's but perfect to anyone else. Her areolae were large and pink, her nipples think and large.

She smirked as she greeted Rebecca in the ring. The two women nodded at each other. Rebecca noted the big welt and the surrounding bruise on Brooke's left flank, obviously a remnant of her fight with Julie.

The referee reminded them of the "rules" and the two big, hardbodied "executives" moved to opposite sides of the cage.

The fight was about to start and Carla screamed wildly for her boss-lover.

to be continued...

[MikeJV]

COOL, nice lil twist with the opponent! Anxious tto see how the fight goes.

MikeJV