The Club- Welcome Home Brandi

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.

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Brandi: Just returning from an out of town challenge to the Club, Brandi barely even remembers the event. Having gotten way too drunk before even watching the match in question, she is happy to be back home. The last thing Brandi remembers is the first fight of a four match event, the third fight, wherein Club veteran Winter killed a rival organization's fighter, is little more than a blurry memory. Waking up the next afternoon lying on the floor of her hotel room, the brunette had dried blood on her knuckles and lips, a black eye, and several bruised ribs, not to mention a massive knobbly strap-on that looked recently used. She suspected this was related to the fact that on the plane trip back to the Club, three of the two dozen Members that had gone were missing in action.
Fun Fact: Brandi's hotel neighbour (a fellow Club Member) was found a day later, savagely beaten, fucked in every hole and hogtied in her own bathtub.

The rain pounded down as Brandi ran from the cab to the house. The storm had come out of nowhere, and even with an umbrella, made her regret her lack-of-clothing decision.

Brandi knew her boyfriend Damian wouldn't be home, he was currently on only the second day of a bachelor party for another male Member. During her entire plane trip he'd been sending her snapshots from a mini-tournament the groom's other lovers were holding for him. An sixteen woman death-tourney where the winner would become his "official" mistress and undoubtedly one day try to kill his future wife. Brandi's money was on a voluptuous Asian fighter that had so far strangled two of the most veteran fighters taking part.

With Damian out, the only other person home would be Brandi's other lover, the bubbly redhead Tessa. After her trip, there was nothing the brunette wanted more than a cock to ride, but she'd settle for busting out a couple of strap-ons and play-wrestling with Tessa. Watching a humiliation strap-on bout the other night had certainly given her as many cravings to roughly mount her lover as to be pinned herself.

Once under the entryway awning Brandi swept any water off and readied herself. When they were alone, Tessa made a habit of hiding then ambushing her. There was never anything quite so surprising as walking into the kitchen and getting tackled by a topless redhead crouching on the counter. Although Tessa had started being more careful after Brandi's first "enthusiastic hug" related concussion, she'd still probably pounce the moment Brandi's guard was down.

A text as she reached for the doorknob stopped her. Looking at her phone she growled out, "Shit!" The image from Damian was from the latest match in the bachelor tourney. Brandi's Asian choice was dead, the tatooed brunette standing over her was uninjured, but splattered with blood and looking disdainfully down at the savaged body of her foe. Brandi sighed, "I'm really gonna regret making that bet," and entered the house.

Prepared to be "attacked" by Tessa at any moment, Brandi felt ready for anything. And was promptly disabused of that notion, when she found the redhead a bloody mess, laying directly across from the front door.
Screaming in horror at seeing blood flowing across the floor from Tessa's limp and naked body, the brunette ran across the room to her downed lover. Tessa lay at the foot of the spiral staircase that led to the second floor of their massive house, but the sheer amount of bruising made it quite clear this was no mere tripping accident. Blood matted the red hair and black bruising on the ribs and crotch couldn't possibly have been caused by the carpeted stairs, claw marks crisscrossed Tessa's large breasts and inner thighs.

A messy gash on her forehead, Tessa moaned weakly as Brandi went to cradle her with anguished sobs. "What the-what the fuck!" Was all the brunette could get out.

"Oh she's not dead you big crybaby," A voice from above ripped Brandi's face up in a mask of fury. "...At least not yet."

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Gemma: Surviving daughter of former Club veteran Wendy, and older sister to Brandi's first kill, Gemma is one of the Club's top fighters. Not caring one iota about her dead sibling or mother, the blonde seeks to wipe out Brandi and Tessa purely to steal their man. Knowing that any attempt to privately fight one would result in a double team, and any official fight would be overshadowed by her mother's legacy, she has opted for a more brutal approach. Breaking in through a window, Gemma ruthlessly beat the unprepared Tessa with a baseball bat (and fucked her with the pommel) before setting the bait and waiting for Brandi to get home. Once both are dead, she'll wait a few weeks before moving in on Damian, and maybe kill Brandi's mother too if she causes any issues.
Fun Fact: While she's no slouch in combat, Gemma used her former lover's status as a fight promoter to always get the very best matches for herself. Picking on fighters who'd recently suffered a major loss or close victory, and killing jobbers every chance she got.

Gemma walked down the stairs, tapping her bloody bat on the railing as she descended. Grinning widely, the blonde whipped it back as Brandi stood up.

Brandi's rage nearly killed her, stepping forward to throw a punch at the blonde, she only at the last second ducked. Feeling the bat swing right through her hair, the brunette came up fast, tears in her eyes as she charged right at Gemma.

The missed swing sent shockwaves up Gemma's arm as a chunk of plaster wall exploded. Undeterred, the sneering blonde snapped a leg up, jamming her shoe right between Brandi's oncoming tits. The blonde kicked out hard enough to throw herself back into the stairs, comfortably landing on the carpeted seat as the unfortunate Brandi tripped over her fallen lover and was sent crashing to the hardwood.

Tessa let out a rasping gasp as Gemma purposefully stepped on her bruised ribs. The blonde didn't see or care that the redhead coughed up blood as she walked over the woman. Intent on the scrambling Brandi, Gemma raised the bat up high, a large drip of blood from the pommel falling down to splatter on her bared tits as she aimed the blow right at the brunette's crotch.

Brandi narrowly scooted her ass back and spread her legs apart as Gemma smashed the bat down hard enough to splinter the wood and crack her expensive hardwood flooring. The bat had five notches carved into the side, and Brandi had no doubts as to what that signified the weathered weapon had been used for before now.

Lunging forward, Brandi grabbed for the bat and rammed it backwards, winding Gemma as she drove the pommel into a breast. Unfortunately, the blonde was much like her mother, and had barely any feeling in the large mounds.

Gemma tore the bat from the desperate brunette's hands, sending it flinging across the entirely of the room. It struck a portrait, sending shards of glass and chips of wood across the wall as it clattered to the floor. Before it's complete annihilation, the portrait had been a hand-painted recreation of Brandi's first kill, an anniversary gift from Tessa. While Brandi would be the first to point out that the artist had improved her bra size by at least a cup, and that after killing Blondie she had hardly had the glamour model looks of her painted self, it had been her favourite decoration in the house.

Realizing that the longer they fought in the atrium, the more likely Tessa would get trampled or worse, Brandi ran to the right. Pulled almost to her feet when Gemma painfully wrenched the bat from her hands, the brunette had a full second head start on the surprised blonde, who had readied for attack.

"Running away already, bitch? You won't get far!" Gemma screamed with obvious excitement as she took off after the fleeing Brandi.

Brandi wasn't about to flee entirely. Even if Gemma didn't murder Tessa to cover her tracks, the redhead would soon die of her injuries. Instead, Brandi hopped over the back of a couch as she ran straight into the main living room. Stopping on a dime, she reversed her direction and ploughed straight into Gemma as the blonde gripped the back of the couch and jumped over right after her.

The murderous blonde was taken once again by surprise as Brandi dug two fists into her midsection and slammed her down into the cushions. Bringing her knee up into the brunette's ribs, she reached out and grabbed the flinching woman's bead "top" and hauled her into a punch to the jaw. The flimsy clothing tearing off easily, Gemma was left alone to catch her breath for a second as Brandi fell away.

Dazed, Brandi stumbled drunkenly around the room. Shaking her head, she took stock of what was going on. The patio door was wide open, shattered glass around one handle, pouring rain slanting into the room. Large curtains billowed wildly from the increasing winds. Noticing the blood sprayed across one wall and puddled on the floor, it was immediately evident to the brunette that this was where the blonde had attacked Tessa.

Gemma was just getting off the couch when Brandi rounded on her, shrieking in rage the brunette hurled herself at the blonde. Gemma's fist crashing into her crotch did nothing to stop the enraged woman and the blonde got an elbow across the face followed by a barrage or heavy punches to the tits that forced her back down onto the couch. Bringing her feet up, Gemma managed to dig her heels into Brandi midsection and shove her off before she got truly cornered.

Brandi was painfully pushed back by the tines sticking in just under her breasts. She expelled all her air when Gemma ripped away her feet and surged forward off the couch, shoulder slamming into her ribcage.

Bodily lifting Brandi as she charged forward, Gemma launched the screaming woman over the back of another couch, chuckling to herself as the brunette's limp legs slipped over the edge. Calmly walking around the furniture, she blinked in confusion when Brandi wasn't on the other side. She let out a scream of surprise when the brunette, already standing, dashed out of the billowing curtains, having crawled backwards into their protection immediately.

Lightning illuminated the darkened room as Brandi smashed a fist right between Gemma's eyes. Reflexively, the blonde brought her own fist up in a blind uppercut, dragging her knuckles along the underside of the brunette's tit before rocketing it straight up into her jaw with a crack.

Brandi was flung backwards, her spine crashing into the doorframe as thunder deafeningly detonated above the city. Terror was replacing anger quickly as she rolled to her side and pushed her way off the ground. She shrieked as Gemma's heel dug into her ass and shoved her outside into the ever increasing storm.

Gemma walked out into the rain, hair instantly soaked and blasted about by the winds. Grabbing a ropy strand of brown hair, she brought her fist down like a hammer, blasting Brandi to the paneled patio deck. Wobbling as her heels caught on the gapped wood, Gemma cursed and undid her shoes, while the brunette lay unmoving in front of her.

As the blonde stood briefly on one leg, Brandi lashed out with a barely aimed kick. Missing her target slightly, the brunette's foot collided with Gemma's lower thigh rather than her knee. It still took the blonde down to one leg, but didn't do any lasting damage.

Wincing as she knee dropped on to wood, Gemma gripped Brandi by the ankle and hauled her back across the deck. Barely even able to hear the brunette's pained yell as she was dragged across the ground, the blonde stomped on her ribs, hoping to break them like she had Tessa's

A blind kick to the blonde's crotch freed Brandi, who whimpered in pain as she scrambled across the slick deck. Getting to her feet, the brunette rounded on her enemy.

Gemma's spin-kick took Brandi right above the tits. Flinging her limply off the raised patio and out into the yard.

For sunny summer days, Brandi had a sandy circle out in the backyard. Whether to watch slave fights or duke it out herself, she liked the vaguely gladiatrix-style combat, just two women in the sand. Now, landing flatly half-in half-out, she found it had become a puddle of watery mud.

When Gemma tackled her enemy, she was only just sitting up. The blonde's entire weight thrown into the unprepared brunette, she crushed her opponent to the ground with a wet splash. Shoving them both firmly into the fighting pit, mud splashing in every direction.

Cocking her fist back, Gemma laughed as she gripped Brandi's breast. With a squeak, she slipped forward when the slippery tit shifted under her. Mashing her heavy breasts right into Brandi's face, she smirked as the brunette squirmed beneath her. A titsmother finish would do nicely.

Brandi held in her breath and went on the attack, thrashing wildly, she smashed her fists over and over again into Gemma's ribcage. Covering head to toe in mud, the brunette's arms slipped out of any attempt by the blonde to catch her by the wrists. Pounding ceaselessly, Brandi gasped when the blonde lifted off and threw herself to the side.

Kicking at one another, the two hellcats shrieked louder than the wind as they slithered through the muck. Half-blinded by mud, they each got to their knees to meet up tit to tit in the center of the small fighting area.

Gemma's fist dug squarely into Brandi's tit, flattening it right to her chest as the brunette retaliated by smashing a haymaker right across the blonde's mouth. Reaching back, Brandi closed her hand around a sloppy hunk of mud and whipped it into Gemma's face.

Blinded and with her mouth full of mud and her own blood, Gemma didn't defend herself as Brandi once again slugged her across the face. Splashing to her back, the blonde kicked out at the last second, her foot digging into the oncoming Brandi's crotch. Catching the brunette by the shoulders as she fell forward, Gemma launched her rival up and over, feeling fresh mud splash over her as Brandi crashed face first into the ground, her lower half spraying the watery muck everywhere.

Brandi rolled weakly over and out of the pit as Gemma thrashed to regain her footing. Standing on shaky legs, she gasped for air, muddy chest heaving as she was wracked with a coughing fit. One eye half closed from landing on her face, she watched as the furious Gemma wiped mud away from her own eyes and locked on her with an equally tired but furious gaze.

As Gemma stood, she slipped on the unstable ground and briefly looked down to steady herself, she looked up just in time to see Brandi's foot. The brunette was still wearing her flats, and in a form-perfect, if slightly low powered, spinkick, she snapped the blondes head back with terrific force and sent her splashing back to the mud.

Nearly falling from exhaustion and injury, Brandi stumbled forward determinedly. Stomping ruthlessly on the prone Gemma's pussy, she twisted her heel roughly before knee dropping with all her weight landing on the blonde's stomach.

Gemma vomited sandy blood, but reached forward and hooked her arm behind Brandi's neck. Pulling the brunette into a close headlock, she brought her fist up into Brandi's midsection several times before the woman recovered enough to retaliate.

Both gasping for breath, the fighters hugged in close as they pulverized one another. Fists pumping mechanically as they each could aim at nothing but one another's breasts and midsection. Gemma's indestructible tits were an easy target, but absorbed every blow aimed at them.

Ramming her arm up under Gemma's chin, Brandi strained as she took several more hits. Finally forcing the blonde's head backwards, the brunette headbutted the screaming woman's stretched-out throat.

Sputtering, Gemma fell back defenseless as Brandi mounted her in a fury. The brunette shrieked as she threw everything she had into brutalizing the coughing blonde. Brandi's thighs pinning one of her arms, Gemma waved her free hand uselessly to try to hold off the yelling brunette.

Smashing her fists down over and over again, Brandi's arms felt like lead as she unrelentingly thrashed Gemma's upper body. Blood sprayed out of the blonde's split breasts, spattering the psychotically laughing Brandi.

Her face and chest mangled, Gemma wept convulsively as the brunette loomed over her. Crying out as Brandi's nails dug into her crotch, she didn't fight back as all.

Brandi pushed her fingers deep into Gemma's cunt, clawing viciously at the woman's sex as she kneeled on the blonde's throat. Gasping for breath, she throatily laughed up at the raging storm as she tortured the defeated Gemma. Losing herself in the brutal assault, the brunette's pussy dripped with more than water as she worked her nails faster and faster.

Gripping Gemma by the front of her bra, Brandi dragged the beaten blonde out of the mud pit and over to the patio. Gripping hair that oozed between her fingers, she hauled the semi-conscious woman up and lifted her knee up into the open-mouthed face several times with solid wet thuds. Flattening Gemma's nose as she bashed in the cross-eyed woman's teeth, the brunette didn't relent as the blonde went completely ragdoll on her.

Brandi finished the final beating by smashing her fist across the blonde's face so hard she nearly broke her own fingers. Gemma's head smacked against the patio with a crunch and she lay still. The blonde barely even twitched, drenched from her own spilled blood as much as from the wild weather.

Not content with the brutal win, Brandi kicked Gemma in the ruined tits hard enough to knock her on to her back, neck braced against the patio edge. With a final shriek of hatred, the brunette leapt forward and crushed her knee into the exposed throat, cumming involuntarily as she felt Gemma's neck collapse. Fingering herself wildly, the brunette rode a minute long orgasm, spraying her juices over the blonde's upturned and shattered face. Screaming, "I win! I win I win I win!" to pump herself up, she shrieked louder than the thunder as her knees buckled and her pussy detonated over the dying Gemma.

Leaving the blonde's ravaged corpse to the rain, Brandi limped into the house, shaking from the cold, exhaustion and her massive wave of orgasms. Looking for her fallen phone, she knelt beside the shallowly breathing Tessa. Hitting an emergency app calling a Club ambulance, she fell to her back woozily, it would be here in under two minutes. She stroked Tessa's red hair and murmured, "Hold on, baby. You'll be fine, you'll be fine."

A new message blinked open before her eyes. Damian, unknowing of the tense battle his lover had just endured, had sent the latest image from the bachelor tourney. His bet, the tattooed brunette, blood drooling from her lips and with teeth marks prominently around her right nipple, kneeling over a blonde with her head twisted at an unnatural angle. From the amount of blood soaking the blonde's torn white panties, it hadn't been a particularly quick kill the victorious brunette had gone in for.

Brandi winced as she sighed and looked at the image, "Yup, gonna regret making that bet." Resting her head against the bottom stair, the brunette passed out with her redheaded lover curled up in her lap. Ambulance lights flashed into the house but nothing could be heard over the wind and rain through the open door.