The Blood Countess 2000

The Blood Countess
By Sara White Doe Knight

Between the years 1585 to 1610 in the country of Hungary: Elizabeth Bathory was rumored to have killed at least 650 young women in all. All of the victims were reported to have been virgins that were sacrificed in a very specific way. [2] [3] Her preferred way of killing her young victims was to murder them in with and extremely one-sided catfight. She would beat the young girls until they were swollen, bloody and dead on their feet. Then when they were unable to fight back any more, she would use her finishing move. Her preference was to either bite off their ******s to drain them of their blood; or she would use special razor knives to cut vital arteries and veins to drain them of their blood.

Why? Because she would fill a bathtub with their fresh blood to bathe in so she could stay young forever. This coined the turn of phrase ‘Blood Bath.’ Often it is used to describe some terrible or gruesome way of death. In a boxing or wrestling match the term Blood Bath means one or both combatants would be a bloody mess by the end of the match. Oddly enough this was the way 650 virgins lost their lives for one woman’s monstrous Vanity and lust for bloody death just to apes her quest to stay young.

December 30^th 1610 the authorities arrested the Blood Countess Elizabeth Bathory [2] [3] and four other accomplices each are charged with 80 counts of murder. Although several servants (Who were also accomplices) bore eyewitness accounts each telling the same story. Their hopes were that if they point the finger at Bathory they would be spared execution. All of which were found guilty and executed post haste. The first three accomplices: Semtesz, Jo’ and Fiko were all executed and burnt at the stake for witchcraft and their assistance in helping the Countess find her victims. Benicka was sentenced to imprisonment for the rest of her life. While each witness accounts a different number of victims, they each tell the same gruesome story of brutal death for each of their victims. The deaths are always carried out in the same cruel and ruthless manner.

The Blood Countess Elizabeth Bathory had become an extremely efficient killer. If she were still alive today, she would be considered one of the top serial killer’s on the FBI’s 10 most wanted list. Because of the subject matter King Matthias is forced to protect the public from Countess Bathory or risk his throne to public outrage. To protect the Nobility from negative opinion King Matthias postponed Bathory trial indefinitely ordered his personal guards to bricked her up inside of her own tower like the demon witch Rapunzel. On August 21^st 1614 Countess Elizabeth Bathory was found dead in her tower but it was never determined exactly when she died though evidence of many uneaten food trays indicated that she had been dead around the date listed plus or minus two weeks.

[**A Post Script to this little piece of history: Because she was accused of witchcraft and demon worship. After her death sightings of Elizabeth Bathory continued on well into the 21century. The description of the Blood Countess as a bloody Wraith or Vampire still happen from time to time and add to the Legend and Mythology of Lady Bathory and her insatiable blood lust. **]

Fast forward 386 years later to late March 27^th 2000 Barcelona Spain. I got to fight a young Muscular Countess with a blood lust from **** its self.

The year was 2000, I was 28 years old and I had become one of the best catfighter’s in my mom’s catfighting group. Mom got a packet in the mail addressed to her catfight group so we opened the packet. It was a request for a catfight with an experienced fighter from our group. In that case because of my skills in combat that put me at the top of the list in our group. The fact that mom listed me in the top ten in her catfight group was a big complement for me. Mom told me I was one of the best in the group and if wanted to fight the challenger we would make plans.

I said, “Sure let see what she is like?” so we watched her DVD. This was her challenge profile and her request was for a maim match. I guessed then that it was for a more than what was actually being asked for in this match. I say this because there were some odd things about her DVD she send here is what I mean.

In this case the challenger was a young woman 26 years old named Alma. She was married to a Count, which made her a Countess in Spain. He was about 30 to 35 years her senior in age and yes that was a huge age difference. While he was an older man, I was not sure who was playing who in their relationship. There was no doubt that she was a gold digger that was for certain. However it was also very clear that he was the typical "Dirty old man" who had his kinky side and yes it was dark. Alma liked the title and the power that her husband the Count allowed her to have. She discovered that her title had a very high price and he likes to make her work for the title. I had a clearer picture as to what I and mom were walking into. Alma had fight to please her husband’s Kink; but if you want the truth I think she just liked to fight.

(For women they either like to fight or they don't; this either makes her a catfighter or it breaks her from fighting ever again.)

For the Count he was hooked on a fetish as his drug of choice. Like a junkie the drug starts as a little bit then it starts to grow. With each use on the drug once you are hooked or in the clutches of the drug or drugs it slowly destroys your life. In this case the Count was really into catfights this was his drug of choice. For those that watch the violent fights its more than just a sport they are junkies looking for the next bloody fix. It starts with one catfight. With people like the Count who like to watch those fights, it’s a different story. They are always hoping for more violent vicious catfights.

They are happy at first with just watching the fights, and then they want more and more. Then it becomes progressively more and they want more violent fights. Soon they want blood in their fights, and then they want all the fights to be bloody. (Yes it sounds a lot like the UECT’s mentality during the tournaments) Very soon they want all the blood fights to get more serious they want to see women maimed in cruel ways. Then soon they are hunting for death matches and then soon all of the matches need to end in death. The Count had reached the point that he wanted his ***** to fight in a maim match. He was ready to cross that red line and force his wife to cross it with him. But I think he was pushing her to be more violent so he could get his rocks off.

That said one would ask the question of my own psychological makeup. True I love to fight but I don’t feel that way all of the time. Mostly this is because I have fought all my life. I was trained to be a fighter at an early age. I was taught as an amazon that fighting is a sport. Yes I get sexual fulfillment from my matches, I like the feeling of the fight. But I have also said no on more than a few occasions to fights when I was allowed the choice and I could say no. Just like the foot ball player who wants to play to win his trophies and then teach his kids to play foot ball for love of the sport. This is how I view Catfighting for me it is a fulfilling sport.

The Count was a different matter this was his KINK. This was his dirty secret that he wanted to keep hid and he had married Alma to be his own private prizefighter. If she wanted to be his wife and the Countess she had to do his dirty KINK in the catfights. In this case he had forced her to be this way she had become like Pavlov's Dogs [2] [3]

Don’t feel too sorry for her she was a sadistic *****. She liked to beat the **** out of women and she had no respect for her opponents. She was a brawler and she was nasty about how she like to fight to cause pain. We watched her match on her DVD that came in the pack. She took an 18-year-old girl and beat her to the point the girls face and body was swollen and bloody. Alma had broken the girls’ ribs and broken her pubic bone. The 18 year old was not a match for Alma physically or mentally. The Countess was a bully she had been trained late in life to fight but she was no less formidable an opponent than a professional MMA fighter with 8 years training.

The 18 year old teenager had never been trained to fight Alma had cornered her and Alma beat her to the point that the Count shot his load. Alma’s measurements as they were listed were that she was 5' 10" 155 lbs she had black hair very muscular big build as far as female body builders she had a deep dark tone skin 38 DD cup breasts 24" waist 35 " hips.

We sent our response for the catfight back to them and we packed light and made plans for our visit. Our response from them arrived 5 days later and we set out for my match with Alma in Barcelona Spain. We touched down in Barcelona international airport 20 hrs later. The Count had a limo pick us up and drive us to the beach area overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. When we got to the Counts’ Hacienda we were shown into a courtyard to wait. [2] [3]

It was there that we saw Alma fighting yet another teen girl. She beat the teenager into a bloody mess. The girl was out on her feet leaning on the court yard wall. She was a bloody mess; her breasts and face were beaten into a swollen bleeding pulp. Then we saw Alma bite the girls’ right ****** off. Then she tore the girls breasts in half blood gushed everywhere. Alma had a wild look in her eyes as she wiped blood from her mouth and spit out the girls’ ******. The muscular Countess smiled a bloody smile and with red teeth.

She stood under the outdoor court shower and washed the blood off her body. Something that concerned me was that no one helped the teen. No doctor’s went to her aid to treat her or save her life. I could tell she was in a bad way and I asked if a doctor was going to treat her wounds or if she was being taken to the ER to get help. I was told to mind my own business and they would take care of her.

We were taken to our very lavish and luxurious room. We had a guard at the door and bars on the window blocking the entrance to the balcony. Mom shook the bars, she hated bars she hated feeling confined even if the room was nice. It was clear that we were prisoners for at least the time being until after the fight. And seeing that we had our own guard well how could we say no to such a fine offer of hospitality. I asked mom if she wants me to do something about the bars she shrugged and said no. Translation she meant yes she hates bars. I got up and grabbed Rod Iron bars they were very decorative meant to look fashionable and also keep women in.

They were bolted in with anchors into the adobe walls that made up the doorframe. There was no cross bracing between the bars for support to keep them from being bent. I guess the Count thought that because they were painted Raw Rod Iron, that they were strong enough to keep women from escaping. If they did have cross braces to keep them together it would have been a little stronger. If they had been steel and case hardened I would not have been able to do what I was going to done next. I grabbed the two bars at shoulder with apart and pulled. I felt the cage bend as it gave. The two bars bent in my hands as I worked the Iron. I shoved hard they gave more, then I yanked and one shove and that was it they ripped out of the walls.

I walked out on the balcony and tossed the bars down on the shrubs they made a thud sound but to my surprise no one noticed the bars lying in the scrubs. I guess they were tall enough to hide the black painted Iron. The bars had made a thud sound but to my surprise no one came to look.

Dinner time came and the guard told us to wash and get dressed of dinner. We asked what attire was requested. He said casual whatever we decided to wear. Mom and me just washed up and told him we were ready to eat. The guard led the way and took us to the huge dining room. We sat at the table set for four but big enough to set 30 people at least. The dinner was nice but I didn’t eat. I wasn’t trying to be rude but after being confined to our room I didn’t trust them. I chose to not eat I wasn’t that hungry and had water from bottles in our bag. We spent the rest of the meal in polite if not catty conversation. I knew one thing, what I was being told and what were actually going to happen when I and Alma fought in the morning were two different things.

We were shown back to our room and the guard camped outside the door for the night. Morning came I drunk a bottle of water and ate two energy bars, yes I was hungry but hungry is better that drugged. Mom drank a cup of coffee and it was ok so I drank a cup of tea from the packet. The guard told us it was time for us to meet in the courtyard for the match I said fine and we followed down to the courtyard.

The Count sat nude on his chair and his wife the Countess came walking out nude. She flexed her steroid induced and HGH growth muscles and cupped her breasts to show off her body. She warmed up and told me she was going to enjoy killing me very bloody and ripping me apart for her husband. The Count stretched out in his big chair and stroked his ****. He said that we could start any time.

The Countess Alma 5'10" 155lbs very muscular big build as far as female body builders she has black hair and deep tan skin. She flexed her 38 DD cup breasts as she tightened her abs flexing her 24" waist she spread her 35 " hips rubbed her **** and lips. Her dark brown ******s were erect mounted on her swollen 3” areolas. She had a thick black bush between her legs with 1” dangling ***** hanging down.

Comparing myself to her I stood 6’ tall weighed 160lbs I was very cut and tone I tensed my heavily muscled body out. I showed her I could flex my 46EEE breasts as well as her mine were starting to show then many battles I had fought over the years. The scars on my **** showed up as almost white in the morning sunlight on my tan skin. I flexed my 25” waist working my abs to tighten them up. As I spread my stance 34” hips and fluffed my bush. I quickly warmed up my body tensing my muscles I raised my fist and walked to the center of the courtyard.

Alma jumped two skipping lunges at me with her fists raised she kneed up and tried to catch me in the abs as she punched at my face. I met her knee with mine and as she punched I grabbed her fist and elbow and twisted her into a full throw. She landed hard on the stone court yard flag stone. She screamed and got to her feet to face me I took up a T stance and slowly stepped to her right as I faced her she worked out her kinks in her neck and stretched again as I faced her.

Alma raised her fists like a boxer and started in again as she got closer she started to throw jabs at my upper body and fast and hard. To see what she had I allowed her to hit me a few times kind of testing the water to see how hot it is. In this case I wanted to see how hard she could really punch. Her first punch slammed my breasts hard mashing my right breast back in my ribs >>SMACK<<. Her left fist punched across my right cheek hitting me hard enough I turned my head >>WHACK<<. I responded to her attacks with a fast left jab in her mouth hitting her nose >>CRACK<< also and round house right kick in her Abs just under her left *** >>SMACK<<.

She crossed her eyes as my punch busted her lip and bloodied her nose she felt her ribs as my foot dropped back. She groaned a little then returned with a few more hits staying focused on my breasts. In all fairness I am quite large compared to all her other women she had fought in the past my **** are extremely large. Her theory about my large breasts being extremely sensitive might have proven to be sound, if I had never ever been in a catfight in my life. She was ignoring the proof of the types of fights I had been in, in the past. Every woman I had ever fought work my breasts bloody as a way to try and stop me. Because of my years of catfighting my breasts were very scared up.

That is not to say I feel nothing I do feel everything quite well my I have grown accustom to the pain and learned to accept it as a fighter. And my breasts over the years have toughened up some because of the amount of damage I have had to endure during extremely brutal and bloody catfights.

Alma chose to ignore the signs that I was a catfighter and began to savagely hammer her fists in my breasts like they were over sizes speed bags. I winced in pain because her punches did hurt me just not as bad as I think she thought they did. I exchanged punches with her using Kempo karate. For every single punch she landed I would hit her back three times as hard as I could. She made a point of hitting my breasts ******s like it was a game, until I started to get the better part of her breasts and face. I hammer her with all my strength hitting her as hard as I could. I beat her breasts cruelly from side to side as I alternated between her face and ****. She started to back up as I twisted my fists with each brutal punch.

Four minutes passed by as we traded blows Alma slowly went from slight groans to major wails of agonized hellish screams as I savagely beat her **** purplish red and blue. Splotchy purple and bluish bruises were starting to show on my breasts with angry red hit marks and blood from two cuts on my right eyebrow and right cheek under my cheek bone my nose was bleeding but not broken and my bottom lip was busted as the taste of iron filled my mouth. Blood ran down my face and smeared on my breasts as we fought.

Her face and breasts were starting to show serious signs of damage. I had torn open several areas on her breasts as they swelled to the size of small watermelons. Blood ran from her ******s like faucets. I had ruptured something badly inside her **** as her ******s tore open from my punches. Her left eye was starting to swell shut as blood ran down her face from her nose and mouth under her eye left eyelid.

She turned from punches to fighting with all she had. Suddenly she started adding kicks to her attacks as she tried to knee my crotch she hit my outer thighs hard. The kicks to my outer thighs slapped hard as she desperately punched my breasts her fist was getting weaker. She backed up to regroup but I didn’t let up on her. I pursued back to the very wall where the day before she had beat and ripped the teenage girls’ breasts apart and the girl died on her feet.

Alma kicked up a caught me in the ribs hard I felt a sharp pain in my right side as she kicked me hard. I upper cut her in the abs just under her rib cage this time I got the desired effect as my left upper cut hooked her deep. She had relaxed her abs just enough to take a full deep breath right as I gut punched her right under the Xyphoid she gasped deeply. I knew what that type of punch felt like. You can’t get your breath you try to breath and nothing comes, while at the same time it feels like someone stabbed you in the heart. It feels like sharp pain in your heart and you can’t move for a second or two.

I snapped a kick in her face catching her in the left eye and blood ran down her face as her right side of her head slammed the wall hard >>CRACK<<. Her head bounced hard off the wall as she bent down I preformed a jumping Axe Kick and caught her in the back of the head and neck my heel slammed down hard on the back of her head. The force of the kick knocked her to the ground face first.

As she landed face down her **** spread out wide under her. I grabbed her left arm and yanked up on it as I twisted her outstretched arm into an arm bar behind her back. To apply more pressure to the hold I stepped on her left breast with all my weight crushing her swollen blood filled breast into the dark grey flagstone. Bloody lymph sprayed out like a ruptured water skin.

Alma screamed out in hellish agony, her screams chilled the servants to tears. Her screams were loud enough to wake the dead teens she had fought this very spot. I stepped on her on her other breasts and grabbed her arms up in a cruel *** surfboard catfight hold. Blood sprayed out of her right breast as my foot crushed it into the flagstone also. She wailed out as I pulled up on her arms screaming in agony. I jumped up and stomped down with my full weight her ******s gushed as they tore from the splits in her breasts spread open more as I stomped again this time ripping the pressure tears more. Bloody lymph gushed everywhere on the flag stone courtyard.

I jumped a third time and she rose up and turned to keep me from doing it again. The move caught me by surprise but was not totally unexpected given the move. I stumbled to the side as she sweep my legs with everything she had left kicking them out from under me. I landed hard on my *** and banged my head on the rock. I was seeing stars for more than a few seconds. I rolled out of the way not wanting to get attacked as my head buzzed a throbbed from her lucky move. I saw double for a few seconds. Alma gathered herself up as I tried to shake the cobwebs out of my head.

She took the time to stagger to me and hit me with a left cross to my swelling cheek. I fell to my hands and knees and she started to kick me in my side I tensed my muscles as she kept kicking my ribs. I tried to roll to the side and get up she followed me mounting me as she shove me to the ground she knee dropped my left breasts crushing it between the stone and her knee I screamed out in pain as she kept punching my face. She banged my head in the stone ground. I would like to think I had a hard head but she got blood from her attach and my head stung with each hit.

She drew back to finish my head I punched her in the face under her chin with a loud hollow >>CRACK<<. Her chin clamped shut and I was covered in blood as she spit out teeth and the tip of her tongue with a generous amount of dark red blood. She rolls off me coughing and gagging as she vomited on the ground I got up still seeing stars. I line her *** up as she was down on her hands and knees and I savagely field punted her in the kitty. I was rewarded with a loud meaty >>SMACK<<. She screams out in a silent mask of pain as blood covered the ground.

She fell forward on her left elbow as her right hand covered her mound I kicked her again harder. My foot hit her fingers breaking two center fingers and driving her nails deep in her ******. She screamed a gurgled cry of pain as she held her broken fingers in her left hand. I dropped down behind her and thrust punched her open kitty with everything I had. I spear handed her ****** she gurgled a wail as I shoved in deep making a fist I punched her over and over. She tried to kick her leg to get off my attack but she could get a good angle for her kick. Her one free right leg flailed out unable to kick me. I twisted my fist in deep as I grabbed her long black hair and yanked back hard on her head knotting my fist in her hair. She spit blood down her front with gurgled wails as I pulled her to her feet with my right arm deep in her uterus. I lifted her off the stone ground and rammed her face first into the stone wall. She tried to block her face getting hit so I shove her into the wall chest first she had a choice.

I ground her breasts on the wall to the point they were raw hamburger. Blood ran from her chest down the wall as I grated her chest like a cheese grader. I she uncovered her face and I shoved her nose in to the wall crushing it to nothing. She trembled as I pulled her away from the way she was groggy.

I kept expecting the Count to stop the fight to save his wife but he just kept jacking his **** off over and over. I didn’t understand why he would allow her to be this badly beaten unless he planned to kill me as well. In which case either way I would die if I allowed Alma to recover she would kill me. If I kill Alma the Count has me killed for killing her. I had nothing to lose if I was going to die I might as well finish the Blood Countess off and be done with her. I grabbed her deep in her uterus and sunk my claws in deep. I grabbed her womanhood and she wailed. I lifted her over head and brought her down in a back breaker over my right knee. I heard the muffled >>crunch POP<< and felt her spine slip on my knee as I broke her back.

Her leg went stiff and she stopped kicking as she gasped in pain from the attack to her spine. Her upper body twisted in an odd direction from her lower body. She sobbed as I yanked my fist out with her womanhood in my grip. Her uterus looked like a red fleshy tumor as I pulled it free her un-swollen right eye widened and she passed out as a torrent of spray came out with her torn womanhood. Yanking it free I tossed it toward the Count as he shot his load again out into the courtyard.

Alma didn’t move, as she grew pale I made a point of actually kicking her breasts to shreds on her chest. Ruptured tubules and milk sacks tore free and I kicked her breasts like ripped up soccer balls. The guts of her breasts covered the ground as her implants fell out I tossed them to her husband. She was dead I knew it, she didn’t even cry as I stepped on her neck and stomped down.

I claimed victory of Alma and the count clapped his hands loudly as he stood up. I saw his **** standing ever erect fully hard again. He said “Bravo, Bravo,” I started to back up slowly I figured that his guard was going to pull his gun and shoot at me. I lunged forward and rolled out of the way towards the Count. As I rolled to my feet the Count looked shocked. His attitude surprised me. He handed me and small yellow envelope with $100,000. In US currency all large bills in the denominations of $1000 there were two packs of 50 counted and banded fresh from the bank. I looked at him in a curious way not understanding why he was not killing me. He laughed as though her death was nothing I know I had a puzzled look on my face.

He explained that he had, had a prenuptial contract with his current wife Alma now he was a widower again. The Contract for their wedding stated that his wife would catfight in any fights that he wished. In exchange she would be granted the title of COUNTESS with all the Rights, Ranks, Privileges and Power that went with the title. She would be afforded training and money and the best body augmentations that money could buy to make her the best catfighter she could be. He held up her bloody breast implants and dropped them in a cooler near his chair.

Then he had the nerve to ask me to marry him!? I declined his offer I knew it was a death sentence and at the moment I hated him enough to kill him also. I forced myself to smile and I walked back to mom. I took a bath and washed off the blood and then I soaked in an herbal bath for 6 hours while mom stood guard over my soak. I felt a lot better after the bath but I was worried the Count was going to try something.

We said our goodbyes and as we were walking out the door the Count had three well build women in his living room that he was planning on wooing. They were all young and looked like they could be fitness models very strong the blond on the end was a steroid abuser I could tell by her build and smell. She growled at me I rolled my eyes and looked at the Count he smiled at me I told him that the Blond was the best choice. We left for home and arrived a day later.

Love you all hope you liked this
Sara White Doe Knight
Edited by Piers Knight