Gladiatrix Modern (Part V- The Party)
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 was always happy to bring the very best violence to the masses, anyone willing to pay could watch beautiful women fight for any number of reasons.
But not all Gladiatrix violence is for purchase, some of the most infamous fights taking place in private rooms and at members only events.
Gladiatrix hosted parties vary wildly, being thrown by all kinds of fighters for even the flimsiest of reasons. The most classic reason for Gladiatrixes to assemble though, was to watch a big fight.
It was for this reason that esteemed Gladiatrix and building Matron Taylor had invited her very favourite fighters (and plenty of lesser Gladiatrixes as entertainment) up to her mansion. An opulent and massive building taking up the top three floors of her apartment complex.
While Taylor had been planning this party since setting up a particular match, to be viewed later in the night, she did have a guest of honour that was just arriving. The woman who had only a few nights ago gotten the blonde a leg up in her ongoing feud with the next-over apartment block's owner.
Eve hated her landlord, and one day she hoped to see the woman beaten to death. But for now, she would suffer going to the woman's monthly party.
Taylor could throw some great parties, but she was also erratic, occasionally forcing her party goers into matchups. Twice now she had done so to Eve, forcing her into some of the most brutal and grueling private fights the brunette had ever had. To turn down the match-ups would have been a worse idea though (pissing off a sadistic landlord with a history of killing some of the most deadly women around would be a poor plan).
Having slain one of Taylor's enemies, Eve couldn't avoid tonight though. If she was lucky, Taylor would just want to keep her in arms reach all night, unlucky and she'd find herself facing off against whoever at the party was most likely to accidentally kill her in a fight. As it was Eve made sure that she and her husband Mike arrived only a half-hour before the big fight. Early enough to not insult Taylor, but late enough to miss the first few flare ups between antsy Gladiatrixes.
Taylor's penthouse mansion made Eve almost wet with envy. Three high ceilinged floors with opulent furnishings befitting a veteran Gladiatrix. Taylor had won the place, and the right to collect rent on anyone in the apartment building below, by killing one of the most dangerous Gladiatrixes in the city. A legendary killer with decades of experience, the veteran was brutally beaten, tortured and executed by the young upstart Taylor, who had since been at the top of the Gladiatrix lists.
Merely the entry room was a massive testament to Taylor's ego. The pristine white room was an oval shape, and dominated by a stone statue of Taylor herself. Naked, with her back arched, and her pussy pressed down on the upturned face of another woman. Clearly riding the face of a beaten opponent, one of the stone Taylor's hands dug gemstone nails into her victim's breast. Water gushed out between Taylor's thighs, flowing over the nameless opponent's immobile hair.
Pulling a golden coin from her waistband, Eve flicked it into the fountain water that pooled around the statue's feet. The currency was the highest denomination, and spoke for a not insignificant part of the fortune she'd acquired in killing Summer. But it was considered good luck to honour a veteran like Taylor with the offering. Taylor largely spent such donations on her parties anyway.
Slipping off shoes (if Eve was going to be forced to fight, she'd do it with sure footing), the couple entered the party. The utter quiet of the entry room giving way to the chaotic jumble of sounds from the party, which was in full swing.
The mansion's bottom floor was spread out in multiple tiers. Soft carpeted stairs separating groups of women, with a few men scattered among them.
Every wall held televisions playing Gladiatrix combat. Plenty were old videos of Taylor, but Mike spotted one of the blonde's daughter, in her first deathmatch. Eve smirked at the fact that the biggest TV was playing her own match from three nights ago, a small crowd of admirers laughing as the beaten Summer on screen was humiliatingly forced to lick Eve's breasts. Several women clapped as the onscreen Eve stepped back from the doomed woman, readying the final blows.
Some of the groups were like that, simply engaged in conversation, drinks in hand, often watching the Gladiatrix footage with half an eye. Gladiatrixes wearing dresses and politely pretending they wouldn't take great pleasure killing one another under different circumstances.
Other groups were merely formed up to watch as other Gladiatrixes battled right out in the open. Some fights were old grudges that had spotted one another. Others were more friendly, battles between women who wanted to test their strength without fear for their fighting stats or life. Eve was immediately drawn to one of the few fights over a man though. Those were always sure to be the most violent, nobody would tap out and surrender with a man watching.
Mike joined his bloodthirsty wife, wrapping arms around her to cup her breasts from behind. Her nipples were already hard as she watched the two Gladiatrixes pace around one another. While the fight hadn't started yet, the man casually sitting on a couch in front of the snarling women was well known for his love of fucking the most sadistic Gladiatrixes around. Whoever won, they were sure to be extra brutal, just for him.
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Sitting on the couch, Shane watched the two tigresses in front of him with interest. Taylor invited him to these parties of hers for just this reason. The veteran loved watching the fights that erupted around him. Gladiatrixes were always way too willing to tear one another apart for his cock.
It hadn't taken much to get these two at one another's throats. Simply chatting with one while looking at the other had gotten the Gladiatrixes into a shouting match. A few well placed words and now, he wondered if he hadn't just started off a grudge that would only be settled with a deathmatch.
Shane's would-be lovers circled one another, whispering hatred through clenched teeth. Like many Gladiatrixes, they both kept their eyes open for the few single men around, and Shane's cock was legendary.
The long haired blonde that first attracted Shane's eye. Doll had hoped to snatch him out of the main party for a quicky before the brunette in front of her drew his eye with her already bared tits.
Only a Gladiatrix for the better part of a year, Doll is already a favourite among the cage fight crowd. Tearing her opponents apart with sadistic enthusiasm, she figures her ruthless violence will quickly win the day, and Shane.
The brunette who's flaunted breasts drew the eyes of everyone in the room, especially Shane. Annoyed that Doll stands between her and fucking a man for once (she spent the last several weeks as sex-slave to a lesbian with a love off massive strap-ons), she will pound the blonde into the ground and fuck Shane on top of her.
Becoming a Gladiatrix six months ago purely to track down and slaughter the woman who killed her sister. Sunny gave the more veteran Gladiatrix a cruel and prolonged death, choking on her own blood. Since then, she has lost just as many matches as she has won. Although a few of those Gladiatrixes who thought beating her once proved their superiority have since met the end at her hands.
Shane's gaze spurring them on, the Gladiatrixes worked themselves into a fury. Snarling threats and promises back and forth as they clenched fists and shook with anger.
"I'm gonna choke you out with those fucking pearls, slut!"
"You like my pearls? Maybe I'll have Shane give me a better necklace before I punch your teeth down your fucking throat!"
"You so much as touch that cock and I'll see you dead."
"Better bitches than you have tried, they all died screaming."
"Oh I'll let you live tonight, if you back down now I'll even let you walk away without any broken bones."
"That's it blondie, I'm gonna feed you your own fucking teeth!"
Shane's eyes were on Doll's ass when the first attack was made. The blonde had her back to him, and her thin red thong gave a great view of her perfectly rounded cheeks quivering in rage.
As Sunny's fist fired up in an uppercut, Doll took a step back, feeling the air as the brunette's hand passed an inch from her nose. Immediately trying to throw herself forward into her enemy though, the blonde was taken completely off guard by Sunny snapping her fist downwards into a backhanded blow.
As Doll staggered from her actual attack (she'd never expected the uppercut to hit) Sunny raised her knee up into the woman's midsection. Grabbing blonde hair, the brunette tried holding her rival down o she could keep kneeing her in the tits and belly. If Sunny could demolish Doll in a one-sided beatdown, she'd be in fine shape to rock Shane all night.
Used to getting up close in the cage, Doll twisted out of Sunny's grasp after being kneed twice in the chest. Feeling like her hair was being wrenched out by the roots, she still managed to bury her elbow into Sunny's crotch and made the bitch let go.
Sunny wasn't going to let the blonde recover, following the stumbling Doll across the carpet, swiping her sharp little nails at the backpedalling woman's eyes. Backing her enemy right to the arm of the couch Shane was watching (Her!) from, he brought her leg up and kicked the surprised blonde right between the tits.
Doll's outfit was designed to be worn in combat, with tough material to minimize the chance of having her breasts clawed. But it also was made to come apart in pieces, so prevent the blonde from ever being choked with it (Doll's solitary kill hadn't worn such clothing, and had been easily dispatched once the blonde looped the woman's own underwear around her throat). As such, Doll's bra practically exploded from the force of Sunny's kick, already weakened from the earlier blows to the blonde's breasts.
Suddenly topless, Doll was flung back against the couch arm, which was soft and cushioned. Bouncing awkwardly to the side, the blonde was flung to the carpets on her side.
"I want Shane to see what I do to you, bitch!" Sunny growled as she gripped Doll by one of her feet. Roughly stripping it of it's red shoe and dragging the dazed woman back in front of the couch, and her man.
With a snarl, Doll slashed out with her remaining heel, catching Sunny in the elbow. Her ankle colliding with the brunette's arm, Doll winced in as much pain as Sunny did, she had been aiming to use the fine heel to open up the brunette, not bludgeon her.
As Sunny fell back, clutching her smarting elbow and swearing profusely, the topless Doll slowly got up. The blonde knew Shane's eyes were on her perky tits and made sure he got a good view. The thin red strip of cloth that made up her thong being askew (when properly placed, it only just covered up her hairless sex), Doll carefully resettled it, smiling at Shane, "Not till later, lover."
"Stop talking to my man, whore!" Sunny shrieked as she charged the confident looking blonde. Swinging wildly in a rage, Sunny had her injured arm caught and was stunned by Doll's knee slamming into her white panties.
Gripping two handfuls of pearl necklaces, Doll twisted hard, slamming her back into Sunny' tits and tipping forward. Throwing the screaming brunette over her shoulder, Doll expertly smashed the woman to the ground with a heavy thud. Smirking down at the downed woman, the blonde laughed at her enemy, "Oh I'm gonna be his whore for sure, bitch. Shane'll be fucking me raw after watching what I'm gonna do to you!"
As Doll went to drop her ass right down on Sunny's upturned face, the brunette snapped her feet up. The blonde was caught right in the throat as her own weight crushed her into Sunny's locked legs.
Sputtering, the topless blonde was thrown to the side. Her face smashed into the edge of the couch cushions, Doll's head snapped back hard enough that the crowd wondered if her neck was broken.
Shaking her head to clear it, Sunny rolled to her feet as the gurgling Doll shuddered beside her. Surging forward, the scowling brunette drove her knee right in between Doll's ass cheeks as she pounced on the downed woman.
Shane couldn't see beyond the edge of the couch, with Doll hitting only inches from him all he could see was Sunny's top half as she straddled the blonde. Sunny's scowl twisted into a grin as she began raining down punches on the back of Doll's head and shoulders.
Doll tried valiantly to throw Sunny off, but the brunette was sitting down on her ass with all her weight. The blonde screamed in pain and terror until Sunny's fist crashed into her jaw. Drooling blood onto the carpet, Doll's struggles became notably weaker. The blonde pissed herself as Sunny gripped her by the hair and smashed her face over and over again into the ground.
Breathing heavily, Sunny slid her soaked crotch up Doll's back, her eyes on Shane. Gripping his pants with bloody hands, the brunette tugged her man's cock free as the small audience laughed and cheered her on.
Senseless, Doll shuddered on the floor as Sunny came in her panties, soaking the blonde's sweaty hair. Her injured jaw was repeatedly slammed into the floor as Sunny ground into her.
Sunny worshipped Shane's giant erection, lowering one hand into her drenched underwear as she slid the entire thing between her lips. Cameras clicked as, after only a few minutes, Shane blew his load right into the crazed brunette's chest. His new lover climbing up him as he yanked off her panties, they both gasped in ecstasy as Sunny slammed her readied pussy down hard.
Doll, having clearly lost, was dragged off by several women as Sunny continued having one extended orgasm, her enemy forgotten. When the blonde, shaking herelf out of her topor, tried to rush back and attack the celebrating Sunny, multiple partygoers descended upon the blonde. Doll had lost, beaten and humiliated as her enemy fucked right above her, to let her keep fighting was unseemly by Gladiatrix standards.
Sunny's gasps of pleasure were matched by Doll's shrieks of pain as she was thoroughly beaten. Doll's punishers kept from hitting her in the face, instead pummeling the blonde's body from every direction as Shane and Sunny ignored her plight.
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Eve returned to Mike with her fists dripping with Doll's blood, and the blonde's red thong clenched in one hand. She threw the trophy at Sunny, who didn't even notice it sticking to her chest as she gripped the back of the couch and worked her hips ever harder.
As Doll's ragdoll body was dumped in a sideroom with the other losers, Eve and Mike made their way off into the party. Eve only managed a few moments of conversation with a group of Doll's fellow cage fighting Gladiatrixes (who were laughing at the blonde's misfortune, many had been wanting to see her taken down a peg) before the party hostess herself finally noticed her arrival.
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Taylor
Winning Percentage
97%
Outfit
Transparent red outfit with matching leggings
Last Match
Three weeks previous, 2 on 1 tag team Deathmatch, Double kill, Neck-breaker execution followed by slow strangulation execution.
Kills
54
Eve yelped as Taylor gripped her by the arm and hauled her away from the group she'd joined. Mike could only watch as his wife was practically dragged across the party by the animated veteran.
Taylor gushed over Mike's wife, thanking her profusely for killing her old rival's fighter. The blonde guided Eve right across the room as an alarm beeped, stopping most conversations dead. The awaited time had come, several fights even ended right then and there, everyone that wasn't fighting a truly hated foe wanting to see the match Taylor had thrown the party for.
Instead of crowding around a television, the crowd moved out towards the balcony. Taylor's building overlooked the venue to be used, which was open to the air.
As Mike tried to follow he was, along with the few other men aiming to watch the match, stopped by several Gladiatrixes. Declaring the balcony party a "Gladiatrixes only event" they had probably been told to do so Taylor.
Rebuffed, Mike would have to find his own entertainment if he couldn't watch the match.
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True to it's heritage, Modern Gladiatrix Entertainment counted multiple coliseums among it's venues. While only the Great Arena was a historical building, meant to house potentially hundreds of fighters at a time, sandy arenas were a popular style, of any size.
Overlook Arena was unique among coliseum venues in that it was not at ground level. Thirty floors up and open to the sky, it was traditional for deathmatch winners to throw their opponents off the roof, letting their bodies be dashed on jagged cliff face the building overlooked.
The Overlook had only two building taller than it close enough to get a good view of any match. Those apartment blocks owned by Taylor and her rival, who would be fighting tonight. Anyone standing on either building's top balconies could easily watch any Overlook match for free.
Below the crowded balconies (Taylor's group matched in size by her rival's students, daughter and various friends), the small sandy Arena held a very small crowd. Gladiatrixes who crowded the wooden railing separating them from the imminent violence.
Tonight's fighters had to vault across the wooden railing into the fighting area. Entering one at a time, their stats could only be seen by those watching at home. Those in the crowd and on the balconies were all probably well aware of what to expect from each fighter though.
Alura, the amazonian assassin had women practically throwing themselves out of her way as she calmly walked towards the railing. Even in the crush of bodies, she had a five foot across walking space. The blonde had once shattered a woman's jaw with one punch for getting in her way on her way to the ring, and nobody wanted a repeat.
Known as an assassin, Alura never fights for her own grudges, at least not professionally. Instead she hires out her deadly skill to anyone willing to pay, slaughtering every single opponent she has ever faced. Paid by Taylor to once again put down a dangerous bitch, Alura grinned confidently as her enemy made her own way through the crowd.
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Blair
Winning Percentage
94%
Outfit
Leopard-print panties, black garterns with leggings.
Last Match
Two weeks previous, ten woman battle-royal, win, three beatdowns, one titsmother, one clean-kill neckbreaker
Kills
56
Taylor's greatest enemy, the veteran Gladiatrix Blair was one of MGE's most profitable warriors. Like her rival, Blair is the descendant of a long line of female fighters, tracing her roots right back to the days when swords spilled blood in the Great Arena.
Pissed that one of her favourite fighters was murdered by Eve just a few nights ago, Blair plans to dismember Taylor's champion in retribution. With her own daughter and assorted friends watching above, she hopes to put on a good show before finishing the amazonian assassin off.
Unlike Alura, Blair was mobbed by fans as she walked through the small crowd. Signing pictures of herself with a oxblood red pen, those photos would only be truly valuable if she died tonight. She herself had a wall of similar autographs from her younger days, she'd always had a good eye for which fighter was going to be butchered. Tonight that eye told her these fans would be disappointed, that autograph would be nothing but a memento.
Blair climbed over the wooden railing, waving to the cheering women on her balcony above as she stood on the top rung. The auburn-haired fighter pointedly ignored her opponent as the blonde swaggered to the center of the fighting area.
Much to everyone's surprise, Blair jumped right from the railing to land mere inches from the startled Alura. If the amazon had taken one or two steps further she would have been smashed in the face by Blair's giant breasts. As it was the blonde stared wide-eyed down at the shorter woman's tits as they bounced freely from sudden movement.
"See something you like, babe? Play your cards right and I'll give you a nice little closeup." Alura's blinked out of her stunned expression, rage eclipsing it immediately as she glared at the confidently smirking Brunette.
Blair didn't show any hint of concern as Alura loomed over her. The blonde's barely constrained bust was practically in her face as the fuming amazon threatened her. "You fucking legacy bitches are all the same, just cause your granny choked some sluts back in the day you think that makes you some kinda royalty!" While she was "friends" with Taylor, Alura generally hated women with famous ancestors (she herself had no famous ancestors to be proud of). "I've slaughtered your kind before, bitch. You'll just be another pair of bloody panties nailed to my fucking wall."
Nodding, Blair paced around Alura, looking the large woman up and down. "Oh honey, you're gonna be a fun one, I can tell."
A warning buzzer sounded, announcing the minute countdown till the match began. Alura stomped off to her starting area, while Blair calmly swayed her hips with each step as she got into position.
Up on Taylor's balcony, the betting was kept far away from the blonde hostess. While everyone was there ostensibly to see Blair die, bets were about 50/50 as to who would end up thrown off the overlook. Taylor herself, her arm wrapped around Eve's middle watched almost hungrily through a pair of binoculars as her rival limbered up against the wooden railing.
Eve didn't really care who won. She had no real grudge with Blair, but had no doubt she was now on the woman's shitlist for killing her top student Summer. On the other hand, at Taylor's last party the blonde had set up a fight between Eve and Alura, beating the amazon had taken everything Eve had, and she would very much enjoy watching somebody else execute the dangerous woman before a rematch could happen.
DING! DING! DING!
With the start bell, Alura snapped into a charge across the small arena, kicking sand up as she sprinted forward with a yell. The blonde always used her superior size and strength to overpower and crush her enemies.
Blair lunged to the side and grabbed an excited looking redhead who was leaning over the railing (which was technically not allowed, another second and the woman would have been nabbed by security) by her crimson hair. Hauling the suddenly screaming ginger into the ring, Blair threw her facedown in Alura's path.
The amazon couldn't change course or pull up, her bare foot landing on the back of the downed fan's head and overbalancing her. The amazon gasped in pain as she collided bust-first into the top railing. Her tough bra protecting her from the rough wood potentially leaving slivers, it did nothing to mitigate her own weight driving her forward.
Snapping forward, Blair grabbed the assassin by her long blonde hair, and dashed her forehead right down on the hard wood. As Alura, barely even stunned by the two strong blows, went to fight back, the brunette drove a heel into the back of the amazon's knee and threw her backwards.
Spitting out sand, the ginger crowd member was just trying to get back up when Alura landed on her, the blonde's head made a loud crack as it slammed down on the redhead's skull before she buried the much smaller woman beneath her.
Alura snarled as she clambered up off the twitching redhead. As Blair tried to punch her in the face, she savagely backhanded the brunette's wrist and buried her own fist into the woman's midsection. Placing one knee on the unconscious ginger, the amazon threw all her weight into punching Blair in the jaw as she doubled over.
Blair was thrown back against the railing from the powerful blow, luckily her shoulders hit the railing and while her head snapped back, it didn't crash into unyielding wood. Bringing her leg up, the brunette caught Alura by the shoulder as she charged forward, redirecting her to the side and evading another punch to the face.
Pushing off the railing, Blair got some distance by moving to the center of the sandy arena. As Alura chased after her arena security quickly jumped in to haul out to limp redhead before the fighters came back this way. If the ginger was lucky, she'd be evicted from the building for interfering in a match, if she was unlucky security would take the wages they lost for failing in their duty out of her ass first.
Alura scowled as her first few punches failed to land, Blair backing away and dodging each heavy swing and jabbing a few weak blows into Alura's sore tits. Unable to back the veteran fighter against the railing, the amazon changed tactics and simply charged forward arms outstretched. Slamming tit-to-tit into the brunette as she grunted in surprise, Alura clamped her arms around the woman and heaved her into the air.
Blair screamed in pain as her arms were crushed to her sides. Lifted off her feet, she immediately began swinging her knees up into the amazon's middle with everything she had.
Her muscles straining, Alura let her taut belly take the blows. Squeezing Blair with all her might, she laughed triumphantly, waiting for the eventual cracking.
Up on the balcony, Taylor gripped the railing with white knuckles. Only Eve could hear the blonde whisper, "Come on, break her fucking arms already."
Gasping in agony, Blair's legs kicked feebly against the triumphant Alura's bruising belly. As the blonde's laughter filled her ears, Blair reared back as much as she could and slammed her face forward.
There was a loud crack as the Gladiatrix's heads collided. Alura stumbled backwards from the blow, her eyes crossed, while Blair hit the sand on limp legs and collapsed to the side with no resistance. The crowd exploded with cheers at the escape, Alura's bearhugs had broken arms and crushed ribs before.
Blair rolled to her front and got to her knees shakily. With a yelp, the brunette threw herself backwards just as Alura reached down to grab her by the hair. Bringing her foot up fast enough that she kneed herself right in the breast, Blair slammed a foot into Alura's elbow and another right between the woman's breasts.
Her eyes wide with surprise, Alura was tugged forward as her downed enemy's toes dug under her bra. A heel slamming into her jaw as she was yanked forward and off balance.
Slamming her foot over and over again into the blonde's face, Blair yelled with exertion as she practically broke her leg kicking out as hard as she could. The auburn-haired veteran fell back to her elbows, chest heaving as Alura crashed to the sand. Kicking the blonde's torn bra from her foot, Blair wearily got to her feet.
Suddenly bare chested, Alura rolled to her head easily. As she stood though, she got a wave of nausea standing too fast. As the blonde stumbled in the middle of the sandy ring, blood dripping from split lips, Blair crashed into her back.
Ramming her shoulder into the amazon's lower back, Blair blasted the woman off her feet. As the blonde crashed facedown to the sand, the brunette jumped into the air, coming down with both knees on the assassin's spine.
Screaming more in rage than in pain, Alura whipped her elbow back, crushing it into Blair's ribcage with a heavy thud. As she toppled the brunette, the blonde was already rolling away. Ignoring the pain in her back, she once again got her feet under her and shot to her feet.
Blair was just getting to her knees when Alura charged her. The veteran grunted in pain as the blonde slammed a knee into her breasts and blasted her to her back. She yelled as Alura gripped her right arm and placed a foot on her side, the yell became a scream as the amazon started pulling up on the arm while digging her heel into Blair's ribs.
Once again straining, Alura gritted her teeth as she hauled on her enemy's wrist. Her footing unsure on Blair's sweaty skin, she started twisting the arm instead of just dislocating it via pulling.
Bringing her leg up, Blair crashed her knee into Alura's shin. A little higher and she might have shattered the woman's locked knee, but for now she would accept merely stopping her from breaking an arm. Gasping in relief and agony, the brunette worked her freed arm as Alura once again hit the ground facedown.
Sweat and blood caked sand coated both fighters where they rolled on the ground, the blonde's legs tangled around the desperate brunette. Alura's busted mouth drooled blood all over the place, streaking down her chin to dribble on her own heavy tits. Blair's bruised arms were weak as she tried to push herself up off the ground and ready a counterattack.
Alura screamed in rage as Blair grabbed her from behind. The brunette's fingers gripped the blonde's hair by the scalp as sharp nails dug across the amazon's throat, drawing blood. Reaching back, Alura gripped her opponent by the wrist and under the armpit and hauled her forward with a yell.
Blair was hurled over her kneeling opponent and sent crashing to the bloody sand on her back. Throwing herself forward though, she narrowly dodged as the enraged blonde sent both arms smashing down on what would have been her face. Launching forward, Blair barely got her arms up in time to stop smashing her front teeth on the wooden railing.
Blood dripping from her mouth and throat, Alura started to stand, yelling in anger as her enemy shoved off the railing and charged her. Slamming a fist into Blair's stomach did nothing to stop the brunette from crashing into her face shoulder-first.
As Alura slammed to the ground, Blair rolled over her and kept moving, avoiding the completely berserk swings of the larger woman's arms. As the blonde got to her hands and knees, Blair ran to the wooden railing and took a step up the middle railing. Throwing herself into the air, the veteran came down hard, knee dropping onto the raising amazon's back.
Alura was crushed to the ground under her enemy's weight, her back in agony. Shrieking in pain like she never had before, the blonde swung her arm back wildly, clubbing Blair in the breasts as she tried to solidify a mount. Rolling under the pained brunette, Alura managed to punch her once in the face before throwing her off to the side.
The crowd was deafening in it's cheers as both battered fighters clambered back to their feet, Blair using the wooden railing. Women had backed several feet back from the divider, out of fear one of the fighters might throw them into the arena like before. The audience didn't seem to care who won at this point, screaming "Kill her!" to both fighters without care as to who died.
Alura's mouth sprayed blood as she charged Blair screaming. Driving her weight into the brunette, the blonde slammed a punch into Blair's breasts before crushing her against the railing. Her yell broke off into a choking gasp though as her auburn-haired opponent uppercut her right in the throat.
Bracing against the railing, Blair raised both legs up, driving both knees into the large blonde's unflexed stomach. As she got a little distance from the amazon's stumbling backwards, the brunette threw everything she had into attacking that bruising belly.
Doubling over as Blair repeatedly punched her in her aching stomach, Alura was slammed to the sand by a double handed blow to the back of her head. Snarling, she swung blindly and pushed herself off the ground, ready to crush Blair into paste against the railing.
Dodging Alura's blind attack by jumping into the railing, Blair awkwardly climbed up to the top rung. Jumping as high as she could, she came down with both knees on the unaware blonde's lower back.
Those on the balcony were too far away to hear the wet CRUNCH as Alura's spine gave out completely. But the way the amazon's legs spasmed then went completely limp was telling enough.
Spitting on the back of Alura's head, Blair slowly rose off her defeated enemy. After a few moments of laboured breathing, the brunette dug her foot under the limp blonde's armpit and kicked her to her back. She smiled to see the woman was still breathing, if raggedly.
Alura gurgled around her own blood, unable to feel anything but pain. Blinking away tear, she was only nominally aware of Blair's foot slamming down between her breasts for the victory photo.
DING! DING! DING!
At a motion from Blair, the fight was called. The brunette stood proudly, hands on hips over her broken enemy. With the amazon paralyzed, nobody would claim the deathmatch wasn't officially over. Everyone waited to see what kind of finisher the veteran chose for her defenceless victim.
Blair had only one student not watching from the balcony above. Her new top student (with Summer dead), the woman walked forward now with Blair's trophy bag in hand. There were murmurs from the audience as the victorious veteran drew a heavy bladed hatchet out for all to see.
Like some of the more "traditional" Gladiatrixes, Blair took more than clothing as her trophies. Having her enemy's skulls removed after the fight, she had a special room in her mansion just for them, each mounted above a deathmatch victory photo. But tonight, standing in a sandy arena like her ancestors, the brunette planned for more of a spectacle than usual.
Alura moaned pitifully as the sadistically grinning Blair stood over her, axe held up high. Members of the crowd either shuddered uneasily or screamed for blood as the brunette dropped to one knee, slamming her axe down with all her strength on the amazon's bloody throat.
Up on her balcony, Taylor turned away in disgust as Alura's headless body was tossed over the edge of the building, her plan a failure. Only Eve heard her whisper, "Couldn't even break her arm properly, what a fucking waste of time."
As she took one last look down at the brunette holding the dripping head of her enemy aloft, Eve thought she could understand Taylor's real plan. She was entirely correct in assuming that Taylor hadn't entirely wanted the amazon assassin to win.
Taylor had offered Alura a very tempting prize, her usual cost for the death of the veteran (Alura's cost went up depending on the perceived danger of her opponent, Blair was her most pricy ever) or double if she managed to break the brunette's arms first, preferably the right one. The amazon had been told this was merely because Taylor wanted to see Blair suffer as much as possible before death.
Five years ago, Blair had been the top southpaw boxer among Gladiatrixes, and then her left arm was crushed by a knee drop. While she cleanly killed the woman who had done the deed (beating her so savagely with her right hand that the fighter died suspended on the ropes), Blair's arm had never recovered. Now strictly a right-handed fighter, the brunette is still considered one of the most dangerous brawlers, but forever less than she was.
Taylor would have loved to see Blair killed, her body thrown off the overlook. But she suspected that if Alura had managed to break the woman's arm, Blair would have shown the same berserker rage as before, and beaten the amazon to death despite it. Having her assassin dead would be well worth the advantage she'd have against a weakened Blair in any future fight. For sure, one day Taylor would face Blair again, and take her head after a long and painful humiliation.
Leaving the balcony to the shouted jeers of Blair's fans, Eve finally noticed that Mike, or any man, had never even made it to the balcony. While she hadn't come to the party that night looking for a fight, she hoped her husband had maybe found somebody willing to face her now. Watching two fights had made the brunette more than ready to commit some violence of her own.
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Barely a minute after being rebuffed from the balcony, Mike had already found some entertainment of his own. A "fight" that had probably ended before it had ever truly begun.
Mike made eye contact with the topless brunette straddling a completely destroyed Asian opponent. The blood-spattered warrior grinned at him hungrily as she drove one final punch into her already unconscious enemy's jaw.
There were two types that went to Taylor's parties, those like Eve who wore dresses and other covering outfits, who wanted to watch others battle, and then there were those like the woman in front of Mike. They who arrived at the party in little more than underwear, if not topless already, looking to fight, humiliate and fuck.
A relatively new Gladiatrix, Zoe was only invited due to managing to impress Taylor with a titsmother win over a woman double her bust size. Having come to the party to make a name for herself, the brunette had immediately picked a fight with a long-haired asian beauty wearing a slinky dress.
Now, standing up over her beaten foe, the woman's arms cruelly bound behind her back with her own dress, Zoe turned her attentions to the only person still watching. The rest of the small crowd she'd acquired having left for the balcony.
Knowing that Eve might be back at any minute to claim her husband, Zoe didn't waste time in convincing Mike to take her upstairs. No doubt he'd want to see what she could do before choosing her over his wife. It was a shame that she'd undoubtedly have to kill Eve sometime soon, the woman was one of her inspirations for deciding to try hands-free titfights.
The second floor was much less open than the bottom, a crisscrossing of hallways leading to dozens of rooms. Many were bedrooms, but Taylor had special areas set up for all kinds of kink and combat. All along the walls were hung trophies from Taylor's family's long Gladiatrix career. Recent photos of Taylor standing over her stripped opponents, to tapestries of women in armour driving swords through one another.
Choosing a closed door at random, opposite a faded ceramic wall mural showing a long-haired blonde facing off against an almost identical brunette (grinning skulls drawn above each fighter showed how many kills each one had), Zoe tried the knob only to find it locked. As Mike inspected the mural, trying to read the names of the fighters being displayed, the brunette impatiently threw her weight against the door. There were other rooms within sight, but she suddenly wanted this one if only to see what Taylor had on the other side.
The door snapped open as Zoe made another rush at it. Mike turning just in time to see the unyielding wood bash the brunette's nose flat as it shoved closed again. Zoe was gagging in surprised pain and blood as she was wedged into the doorway. The rapidly slamming door crushing her tits and ribcage repeatedly.
With the bloody door suddenly flinging open, Mike finally got a look at whoever was crushing Zoe so cruelly.
Taylor's daughter, who Mike hadn't seen at all downstairs, Shyla, follows in the footsteps of her mother and ancestors, becoming a Gladiatrix as soon as her mother would allow. Spending most parties in her room, the blonde prefers to watch old fight videos than mingle with lesser Gladiatrixes.
Making a quick smile in Mike's direction, Shyla reached down and grabbed the moaning Zoe by the hair, dragging her into the darkened room. Mike followed, closing the door as Shyla kneeled beside the bloodied brunette.
With a steady and practiced motion, Shyla gripped Zoe by the chin and twisted hard. With a sharp crunch, the brunette spasmed and went still. Shyla laughed maniacally and rolled the dying woman over, her laughter cutting out immediately.
Rounding on Mike, Shyla looked mockingly shocked, "This isn't your wife! You bad boy!"
Mike was tackled to the floor by the blonde. He could feel her wet panties grinding on him, between that and the paused image on her massive television (A young Blair, choking a afro sporting black fighter against the ropes with one hand while backhanding the woman's blonde girlfriend with a fist. A classic 2 on 1 match from years ago), he could tell Zoe had interrupted Shyla masturbating. From what he knew of the blonde, he was surprised the brunette had been given such a quick death for that.
As Shyla gripped Mike's hardening cock she yelled at the voice activated TV to keep playing. Despite the feud she was supposed to have with Blair's family, she loved watching the woman work. Slipping her cum-soaked panties down, the blonde worked her way onto Mike's member, gasping with pleasure at his size.
Suddenly, the blonde was glad that the brunette she'd thought was Eve had been some no-name. Eve was supposedly a formidable fighter, and Shyla would very much like to test her in a fair match before slaughtering her in front of her husband. "Hey Mike?" the blonde purred while working her hips furiously, "You ever think about taking a mistress?"
Re: Gladiatrix Modern (Part V- The Party)
Way to start the year ..... set it on fire. I loved Eve's outfit. :cool:
Re: Gladiatrix Modern (Part V- The Party)
Ditto on Ted's comments. Loved her boots! Wouldn't mind seeing a non-sanctioned pure hatred match between a pair of your characters in boots. I know there are "rules" and all but I'm sure that as high spirited as these females get those rules get bent or even broken at times. Thanks for ringing in the new year with fatalities! :-)
Re: Gladiatrix Modern (Part V- The Party)
Awsome event! Incredible hard hitting action and very competitive and the ending it's exactly how an amazon should lose this type of match and setup.
Keep up the good work, i hope you'll post more often. :)
