Gladiatrix Modern (Part XV)
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 Entertainemnt was not an organization to put all its eggs in one basket, on any given night, dozens of fights could be viewed across the media empire's many venues. But even with the frequency of Gladiatrixes entering into blood feuds with one another, the officials generally managed to keep most nights down to only one or two major deathmatches (and swept the many unexplained disappearances under the rug) so as not to make keeping up with the current rosters too difficult.
Tonight though, for the first time in many months, there were no women looking to settle their grudges in the most final fashion. While there were plenty of minor fights, nobody wanted to be upstaged by the drama unfolding in one of the largest apartment buildings the city's elite could reside in.
Eve, the busty brunette veteran and crowd darling, had been called out by Shyla, the reigning blonde bitch queen since her mother's unfortunate disappearance. With betting 50/50 as to who would win their Private Duel over the man they both wanted, the city could only wait and see who their champion would be.
There was no doubt though, a Gladiatrix would die tonight.
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No longer tugging Eve along by her robe, Blair walked down Shyla's maze like hallway laughing softly to herself. Savouring the knowledge that so far, she was still in good fighting shape and had still managed to slaughter one of the bigger thorns in her side. Tanya had had her fate coming for a long time, and Blair was happy it had been her hands that had delivered the pathetic bitch to the goddess.
Walking right behind the older brunette, Eve swayed happily as well. Having earned her own kill without so much as a scratch, she was still ready as ever to face her rival.
Together ignoring the many images plastered floor to roof of their collective losses, the brunette Gladiatrixes found the stairwell to the second floor. Nodding to one another, they ascended deeper into Shyla's suite.
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The second floor of the apartment mansion had seen far less changes than the bottom. Still a varied collection of guest beds, trophy rooms and private fighting areas, the twisting hallways were packed with Gladiatrix memorabilia, both ancient and modern.
With all the doors unlocked, and several hallways closed off, the invading Gladiatrixes would be forced to take a long route through the level. Which meant the small group of mercenary fighters waiting on them sat around getting increasingly impatient.
Set up in one of the larger rooms, once Taylor's favourite room to make other Gladiatrixes fight for the right to threesome with her and her current boyfriend, three Gladiatrixes alternately lounged and prowled about. The room was made up of many levels, soft carpeting covering the many stairs festooned with plush pillows. No matter the opulence, the three waiting women could not be truly comfortable.
Currently sitting with her back against one wall, champion sexfighter Nicole watched her two supposed allies as they frequently got up and moved about the room.
One of Taylor's favourite female fucks, the blonde had seen this room many times in the past few years. Unfortunately, this meant Shyla had plenty of footage of the normally reserved Gladiatrix murdering other fighters for Taylor's pleasure. Known for her merciful nature, the blonde's reputation would be destroyed if Shyla released that, in addition to her death penalty for murder.
Promised that if she can see Blair dead, she can have all of Shyla's evidence against her, the blonde is once again ready to do murder in this room. But she didn't trust the other Gladiatrixes along with her, they had their own reasons to be there.
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Mei
Winning Percentage
98%
Outfit
Fishnet outfit with pink highlights, matching panties
Last Match
Two months previous, Bridal Deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, torture execution. Pre-kill sexual humiliation
Kills
33
The only woman in the room to look excited, the recently married Mei stalked back and forth, up and down the tiered stairs. A bloodthirsty Gladiatrix after Taylor's own heart, she had been the woman's primary champion in her war against Blair. Racking up plenty of her own kills along the way, the small Asian fighter personally put many of Blair's fighters to death a cruelly as possible.
Having just returned to the city from her honeymoon after mercilessly slaughtering a romantic rival, Mei returned to find Shyla in charge, and is loving it. The sadistic Shyla is even more like Mei than Taylor ever was, and is sure to lead the mercenary Gladiatrix to ever greater slaughter.
Rubbing her aroused crotch, the Asian Gladiatrix watched the room's main door hungrily. Having butchered so many of Blair's students and allies, she looked forward to testing herself on the woman herself.
She did not pay attention to the other Gladiatrixes in the room with her. Ignoring the brunette padding across the carpets behind her.
Walking slowly up behind the impatient Mei, the dark haired Charlee let out a quiet snarl. Invited by Shyla despite having only fought one champion fight for Taylor months ago (although she did manage to shatter her opponent's leg before nearly beating the woman to death), the brunette had only accepted with the assumption that Mei would be there.
Sleeping with the man Mei was now happily married to a week before the Asian fighter bled his other girlfriend to death in a bed mattress ring, Charlee had been planning on challenging the woman herself. Enraged that the Asian slut had unfairly been allowed to marry the man of her dreams, Charlee was going to do something about it.
Mei shrieked in pain and surprise as Charlee's heel slammed into the back of her knee. Having just reached the top of a pyramid style tiered level, the Asian fighter pitched backwards, landing awkwardly on her shoulders several steps down from where she fell.
Nicole surged to her feet and screamed, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" as a wickedly cackling Charlee stomped down heavily on the winded Mei's tits.
As the surprised blonde moved forward the brunette Gladiatrix rounded on her and jabbed a finger in her direction. Shrieking, "Sit your ass down, cuntlicker! Or you're next!" Stomping down on Mei's face with obvious glee, Charlee ground her heel into the gasping Asian's mouth.
Grabbing her attacker's leg, Mei bit down hard on the woman's foot before rolling to the side as the traitorous brunette screamed and backed off. Sprawling awkwardly across the steps, the Asian Gladiatrix spat blood from a busted lip as she moved swiftly enough to get carpet burns as she threw herself to her feet.
Blood sprayed across the plush carpeting as Charlee's foot collided with Mei's mouth in a perfect spin kick. The brunette yelled, "Yeah, bitch!" as her enemy crashed to the cushioned stairs again, spinning sideways as her spine landed right on a corner.
Mei landed tits down on a cushion, gagging as she drooled blood all over. She screamed as Charlee's nails raked across her asscheeks and dug into the fishnet top she was wearing. Dragged backwards, she swiped her heel across, catching Charlee right in her hanging breasts.
Falling on top of the downed Mei, Charlee thrashed madly. Laying on the floor, the Gladiatrixes screamed as they wildly punched and scratched at one another.
Digging her nails into Mei's soft breast, Charlee shoved herself up, hammering her fist down into the woman's mouth over and over again till she was dragged off the sputtering Asian fighter. Shrieking in rage as she was hauled up by Nicole, the brunette got one good stomp in on Mei's face that knocked the bloodied Asian Gladiatrix out cold.
Nicole yelled over the shrieking brunette, "Stop it, you dumb bitch!" as she wrestled the woman back across the room. Mei was her best hope of surviving any confrontation with Blair, or at least was before the insane Charlee had beaten her unconcious.
Stomping down hard on Nicole's foot, Charlee laughed as the blonde toppled backwards, her shoe heel broken. Pulled down on top of Nicole, the brunette slammed her elbow back into the gasping woman's ribs as they landed on a set of carpeted stairs.
Nicole's yell of pain was cut off as the back of Charlee's head smashed into her face. Her eyes rolling, the blonde lashed out blindly, clawing across Charlee's face as the wild brunette twisted around on her. A palm slamming down on her forehead craning her neck back over a stair, Nicole screamed in fear as Charlee smashed a punch into her face.
Charlee slammed her fists back and forth across Nicole's face as the blonde clawed at her. Shrieking as nails dragged down her back, the enraged brunette gripped Nicole's jaw as she punched the woman right between the eyes repeatedly.
Forcing her leg up between them, Nicole dug her unbroken heel into Charlee's stomach and kicked out hard. Laying back limply and coughing blood, the blonde rolled off the stairs, ending faceup on the flat floor, her head pounding as her vision fuzzed.
Staggering back after having been kicked in the gut, Charlee raised her foot up high before digging her heel into Nicole's crotch with all her weight behind it. As the blonde lurched and spat blood, mewling in pain, the brunette circled around her. Dropping suddenly, she landed her bare ass on the woman's upturned face.
Lowering one hand to grip Nicole's exposed throat, Charlee gleefully used her other hand to pleasure herself as she strangled the blonde. Furiously masturbating as Nicole's legs kicked weakly, Charlee let out a throaty moan as she watched Mei slowly begin shuddering awake on the other side of the room.
Mei shook herself to clear her head as she pushed herself off the floor. Falling to her hands and knees, the Asian fighter spat out a mouthful of blood and retched on to the carpets, having nearly drowned in her own blood as she lay on her back. Smearing crimson across her face as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, she looked up to see Nicole's last desperate spasms as an orgasmically screaming Charlee detonated over the dying blonde. Snarling, the bloodied Gladiatrix forced herself to unsteady feet.
Raising up over the stilled Nicole on wobbly legs, Charlee giggled as she advanced on Mei, fists raised. Streaking forward, the brunette easily dodged the first weak punch her rival threw at her, only to be caught by a surprise uppercut as she grabbed the woman's mesh top with on hand, wetly slapping her across the face with the other. Mei hammered her back across the room, no longer looking so unsteady as her fists pounded into the brunette's tits and ribs in an unending rain.
Her enemy tripping over the splayed out legs of the dead blonde, Mei rode the shocked Charlee to the ground. Ramming a knee down on the woman's bruised stomach, she sputtered though as the brunette tore her top up, yanking the stretchy mesh back against her throat. Forced to look up, Mei shrieked as she punched blindly downwards into the brunette's face, her fist painfully striking ground as Charlee rolled out from under her.
Dragging nails across Mei's tits with one hand, Charlee yanked on the impromptu noose around the woman's throat and threw herself forward, slamming her shoulder into the Asian fighter's side. Landing on top of the thrashing Mei, Charlee sank her teeth into the woman's breast, right around the nipple, and clung on as she was battered about the head and shoulders.
Wailing in agony, Mei's strikes were uncoordinated as her own top kept choking her, Charlee pulling back on it relentlessly. Her vision fading, the Asian fighter, gagged as she delivered one final punch to the brunette's face that finally broke her hold.
One eye blinded by a punch to the face, Charlee kept tearing up her enemy with her nails as she mounted the weakly struggling woman. Forcing Mei's arms to her side, Charlee pinned them with her thighs as she gasped for air, bracing herself by digging her nails into Mei's ruined chest and looming over the beaten woman.
Leaning back, Charlee grinned sadistically as she slid her fingers under Mei's pink panties. Her orgasmic scream was as loud as the Asian Gladiatrix's wail of pain as her claws raked the woman's undefended pussy. Grinding her own dripping cunt on Mei's belly, Charlee cackled as she tore the defeated Gladiatrix's womanhood apart.
Yanking off Mei's panties with a blood and cum soaked hand, Charlee calmly wound the soaked fabric around her fist before smashing it down on the shuddering woman's face. Gripping ruined tit, Charlee aimed to smash Mei's face apart as she screamed, "He's mine you pathetic little slut!"
By the time Charlee relented, Mei's face was a broken mess, the Asian fighter having long since stopped breathing. A pool of blood and urine soaking the carpets around the dead Gladiatrix's crotch.
Licking her hand, Charlee chuckled to herself. Shyla could go to Hell, the brunette would simply leave the blonde to get wasted by Blair. Charlee had just earned herself a man, and once she'd shown him the video of her not only killing Mei, but that lesbian Nicole, he'd know it to.
Charlee's eyes went wide as strong hands gripped her by the back of the head and under the chin. She hadn't heard the door she was supposed to be watching open.
With a sharp crack, Eve shattered the bloodsoaked Charlee's neck and let the spasming brunette collapse on top of the broken Mei. Looking around the room in confusion as Blair coldly checked to see if the limp Nicole was dead (and stomping on the downed blonde's throat for good measure), she wiped blood off her hand with her white silk robe.
"What the fuck happened in here, anyway?"
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Leaving the plush orgy room full of brutalized bodies behind, Eve and Blair continued making their way through the varied rooms. Forced to wander in circles, they tried to stay prepared for anything while passing through rooms full of Gladiatrix artifacts and trophies.
On any other day, Blair would have loved to strip these rooms clean of the various objects Taylor and her ancestors had accrued. If she had legally killed the blonde, they would already belong to her. She kept an eye out for anything small that he might be able to carry off once Shyla was dead.
Eve didn't care about the priceless artifacts she walked past. Normally a great appreciator of Gladiatrix art (she herself owned several nice pieces), the brunette didn't think on the fact that if everything went right, she'd win this entire building in addition to, at long last, Mike.
Passing through a bead curtain and into yet another large room, Blair rolled her eyes as a pair of Gladiatrixes got up from couches on the far side from the entrance. "Is every bitch who hates me in this stupid place?"
A fellow veteran swaggered forward to meet up with the busty brunette. Smirking as she replied, "This place ain't big enough to hold every woman alive, cunt," the woman placed her hands on her hips and thrust out her impressive bust.
The coppery haired Brandy had been waiting for a chance to take Blair out for over twenty years, ever since the dangerous brunette had killed her sister. Promised by Shyla that Blair would be exhausted after killing Tanya (nobody but the now dead blonde had assumed she'd come out on top), Brandy is prepared for the long awaited fight.
Blair just sneered as she sized up her foe. She'd waited years for Brandy to come after her, always wanting to see if she could perfectly reenact her execution of the woman's twin, but now was not the time. Of course the pathetic bitch would wait till she was tired and injured.
Licking her lips with excitement, her large chest heaving as she worked herself up, Brandy motioned at her companion. "Kill the other one, I'll take this hag on my own."
One of Taylor's former champions, Talia had been fervently devoted to the blonde veteran. Now, she looked incredulously at her ally, as they had been ordered to, under no circumstances, let Eve die before facing Shyla. Hoping to become Shyla's champion, the last thing she wanted was to enrage the woman.
Blurting out, "But mistress Shyla said-" Talia squawked in surprise and had to dodge a wild swing from Brandy as the furious coppertop took a step away from Blair to attack her.
Shrieking, "Kill the bitch or I'll rip those tits off and smother you with them!" Brandy whirled around to face Blair just as the woman took advantage and dug a fist into her side. Her plan had never been to truly help Shyla, the blonde's mother had, on several occasions, humiliated her in the most painful manners possible. Now, she would finally butcher Blair, steal Shyla's kill, and finally, see the young blonde as dead as her bitch mother.
Gagging in pain, Brandy backpedalled as the snarling Blair pressed into her, fists flying. Taking several powerful blows to the tits and ribs, she got her defence up finally and managed to redirect one of Blair's punches out wide, slamming her elbow as hard as she could into the brunette's throat.
Scrambling to get away from the explosive fight between snarling veterans, Talia locked her eyes on Eve and grinned widely. While she didn't plan on killing the woman, she'd enjoy torturing her before handing her to Shyla, bound and helpless.
As the two longtime Gladiatrixes screamed in mutual hatred and began hammering one another's bodies full power, Eve circled out wide, squaring off with the grinning Talia. This wouldn't be the first time the two had fought, as Taylor had once forced them into a match at one of her parties.
While Eve had lost that fight, she'd been so drunk she could barely stand when it had begun, and had still managed to bust out Talia's two front teeth. Now, the brunette smirked at the blonde as the woman stalked cautiously forward.
As Eve and Talia locked up across from Blair and Brandy, the screams of the four women mingled into a steady roar. Brandy shrieking as Blair dug nails into her tit and hauled her into a blow to the face, Eve yelling as Talia ripped her head back by her dark hair. The blonde yelping in surprise when Eve's knee drove up between her legs, and Blair laughing madly as she slammed an open palm up under Brandy's jaw, shoving the woman backwards.
The room Shyla had ordered her fighters to wait in went unrecognized by all four Gladiatrixes. But watching from her private security room, the giggling blonde reminisced on the night she'd murdered Blair's daughter in that trophy filled bedroom. While she'd expected a much more exhausted Blair to show down against Brandy (she hadn't expected Charlee to go psychotic and kill Mei, wanting the Asian Gladiatrix to wear Blair down further), she grinned as she watched the veterans battle.
Battered and bruised, Brandy was pushed back across the bedroom floor. Spitting blood, she hurled herself to the side as Blair stumbled forward, missing with a heavy punch that would have probably shattered Brandy's jaw.
Catching Blair in the ribs with a straight punch, Brandy laughed madly as she felt something break under her knuckles. Lifting her knee up into the groaning veteran's side, Brandy kicked out hard, sending her longtime enemy to the ground.
Grappling with Talia on the far side of the room, Eve hissed in annoyance as she watched Blair slam into a couch, one hand catching her fall by landing on a dark spot that looked like a dried bloodstain. No doubt some memento Taylor had left from a private fight, the spot was big enough that whoever it belonged to was long dead.
Suddenly gripping Talia under the knee as the blonde tried to ram it up into her ribs, Eve snarled with exertion as she lifted the screaming Gladiatrix into the air. Slamming a palm in between Talia's massive tits, Eve yelled as she smashed the woman to the floor with a room shaking thud.
Brandy gave one good kick to Blair's injured side, crushing the brunette's hands in the process, before turning to face the charging Eve. Laughing cockily, she raised her fists and waved them threateningly at the advancing woman. Her first punch missed though as Eve dodged to the side and buried a fist right in between her swollen tits.
Brandy was thrown back onto a couch, gasping for air after having is blasted from her lungs. Kicking out wildly, she kept Eve from pouncing long enough for the dazed Talia to get back up and scream, "Get back here, slut!" drawing the busty brunette's eyes away.
Eve had to jump back to avoid Brandy's swiping heel as the woman tried to take advantage of her surprise, she'd thought Talia would be out for at least another half a minute. As the grinning veteran shoved her way up, Eve cursed and backed away from both enemies. With the steadily advancing Brandy on one side, and the standing Talia on the other, she was in trouble.
Screaming in rage, Talia charged in front of the cooly smirking Brandy, aiming a punch directly for Eve's face. Shrieking in surprise as Eve ducked under her arm, the blonde barely had time to yell in pain as the brunette's heel slammed into the back of her knee, as her face was then mashed into the wall with Eve's palm on the back of her head.
Grimacing as Brandy stepped in close and drove a strong punch into her ribs, Eve swung an elbow back, striking the veteran right in the mouth. She was dragged backwards though when Brandy grabbed onto her robe for stability.
Wrapping her arm around Eve's throat as the woman fell on top of her, Brandy ignored the pain in her tits as the brunette's shoulders flattened them. Digging her knees into Eve's sides, she pulled back hard, reveling in the feel of cutting off the choking brunette's air supply. Choke outs were one of Brandy's specialties, and she'd have Eve dead in seconds with such a good grip.
Laughing, Blake grinded her aroused pussy against Eve's back as she strangled the woman. Cackling at the brunette's weak sputters, she screamed in sudden terror as a furious Blair loomed over her, raising a foot up high.
There was a wet splat that cut off Brandy's scream, her head crushed into the ground beneath Blair's heel. Moaning through the blood streaming from her shattered nose, the woman was hauled out from under the limp Eve by her hair.
Groaning woozily, Eve and Talia lay with their legs tangled, both groggily coming about as Brandy's piercing shrieks started up. The grimly scowling Blair had her enemy craned back in a headlock as she reached under the shrieking Gladiatrix's panties, soaking the green material red as she dug her claws in deep.
Talia whimpered as fingers ran along her scalp, pushing off the wall, she tried to break Eve's hold as she rose to her feet. Slammed against the wall repeatedly, the blonde started screaming as she thrashed against her foe.
Throwing all her weight against the trapped Talia's back, Eve crushed the blonde's tits flat and she rammed the woman's forehead forward over and over again. The blonde's black lingerie falling to scraps around her, the brunette gritted her teeth and launched herself shoulder first into the overwhelmed Gladiatrix.
Brandy's shrieks came alongside ragged sobs as she slapped pitifully at the snarling Blair. Kneeling in a puddle of blood and urine with her head wrenched back, her neck wedged in Blair's armpit. Looking straight up and wailing in agony and fear, she knew what her torturer was up to. Twenty years ago, her sister, a rookie Gladiatrix at the time, had been identically and painfully executed by newcomer Blair.
Leaning forward, Blair stretched her enemy out across the ground. With her savaged crotch pressing against the floor, and her head still craned back, Brandy could only sputter and moan as her feet drummed uselessly, her spine reaching breaking point.
Her face a bloody mess and her breasts bruised and aching, Talia finally broke free from Eve's grasp. Tripping the brunette to her back, the blonde spun around the help out Brandy, or at least suckerplunch a distracted Blair.
Talia hesitated as she heard the grinding crunch of Brandy's back giving out under Blair's determined strength. The dying woman let out a wet gurgle as Blair let go of her, grinning with satisfaction as her enemy flopped face down, just like her sister had. Back then, Blair had been fighting for cock, stealing her dead opponent's man. Now though, she would have killed Brandy for no better reason than the sight of her twitching corpse.
Trying to run, Talia was tripped up by Eve grabbing her ankle. Her jaw cracking loudly as she hit the ground on her face, the blonde howled in fear as she was pulled backwards across the floor, her tits dragging roughly over an expensive rug.
As Talia screamed and frantically kicked, Eve hauled herself up the terrified woman. The brunette still had to face Shyla, and was furious about these lesser Gladiatrixes wearing her down. Slamming a fist into Talia's injured jaw, Eve grinned at the audible crunch it made as the blonde jerked and went completely limp, blood oozing from her lips.
Blair stood up slowly over the dead Brandy, breathing raggedly as she clutched at her side. With the adrenaline wearing off, her cracked if not broken rib flaring in pain. Giving Brandy's shattered spine a final stomp, the veteran looked about the room for an exit other than the bead curtain the brunettes had entered through.
Winding blonde hair through her fingers, Eve hauled the unconscious Talia's face back away from the rug she was laying on. Itself a Gladiatrix artifact, it's design was a geometric pattern, surrounding an image of an ancient swordswoman driving her blade between her opponent's breasts. Eve didn't hesitate before smashing Talia's face down on the rug with all her weight behind it. The blonde cried out in pain, knocked awake by the blow.
Her inspection of the room getting her nowhere, Blair simply watched as Eve bashed the pathetically mewling blonde's face into the ground over and over. Talia had personally killed two of Blair's champions during her ongoing war with Taylor, and the brunette definitely enjoyed watching Eve punish her accordingly.
Suddenly doubling over, Blair hacked up blood as she gingerly clutched her almost definitely broken rib. Steadying herself against a portrait of Taylor, standing triumphant, naked and blood spattered, over the bodies of a pair of Asian sisters she'd killed in a two-on-one tag team fight (the blonde had purposefully made the first one's death excruciating, holding her back mere inches from her screaming sister's outstretched hand), Blair scowled at putting her palm right against Taylor's bared and soaked pussy. Her eyes went wide though as the portrait swung outwards, silent except for the crack as the edge clipped Blair's skull.
Wearing little more than thin black panties and a malicious grin (although, as always, wearing jewelry once owned by a famous redheaded Gladiatrix), Molly streaked into the room from her hidden entrance. Having watched the whole thing unfold from behind Taylor's own eyes, the redhead had been prepared to step in the second Brandy looked to be winning, but now was too perfect to pass up.
Blair wheezed wetly as Molly's fist hammered into the purpling spot on her ribs before she could even recover from the blow to her head. Falling back to the carpets with her dark hair splayed out right over that dark spot spread across the ground, the veteran gagged on her own blood and tried to rise. A stomp to that same spot on her side sent her into involuntary spasms of pain though.
Letting go of the ragdoll Talia's hair, Eve whipped around in surprise as an unfamiliar voice shrieked. Having lost herself a bit in executing the whimpering blonde below her, Eve yelled in shock at seeing Molly.
Standing with one leg on either side of the downed Blair, Molly screamed in wordless ecstasy as she hefted a heavy bronze bust of a long dead Gladiatrix. Commemorating one of Shyla's ancestors, it was of a short-haired blonde's upper body, proudly displaying the woman's massive rack (fitting as the trophy was a prize for having won a titsmother tournament). Swinging the lump of metal with all her strength, the shrieking redhead brought it down on Blair's skull as Eve screamed, "No!" Blood spurted up to dot Molly?s breasts as Blair?s head made a sickening crunch beneath the weight of the falling trophy.
Laughing psychotically, Molly backed off as Eve got to shaky feet. Dropping the trophy, it's heavy breasts drenched with veteran blood, the redhead shouted, "You'll be next, whore! I'm gonna love watching Shyla kill you!"
Still cackling, the redheaded Gladiatrix skipped right back through the secret door she'd entered through less than a minute ago. Drenching her panties when she felt Blair's skull cave in from that one good hit, the moment the door was closed, Molly had to fall to her knees, unable to stand from the power of her orgasm. Laying face down in the secret hallway, the ginger Gladiatrix fingered herself furiously, wishing she'd further destroyed Blair's face before retreating, but she wanted Shyla to earn her kill, and fighting Eve herself would only ruin that.
Back in the room, Eve took off her robe and laid it across the twitching Blair's upper body, where it immediatly soaked crimson. Placing a heel on the dying veteran's throat, Eve pressed down gently but firmly. Finishing the job Molly had botched.
Growling in anger as she turned on her heel, Eve stalked from the room. Pushing through the beads to find what had been a wall was removed, and what had been an open door was sealed.
Molly had implied that Eve would soon be fighting Shyla herself, which got a small smile from the brunette. One way or another, this would finally all be over soon.
Re: Gladiatrix Modern (Part XV)
Have to admit I'm disappointed Blair didn't make it. She is a favorite for me and its just a bit predictable with a story like this.
