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Paige Heights was a beauty and a dangerous force to be reckoned with. By day she was a successful businesswoman, but she wasn’t content to stay behind an office window in her manor. By night, the athletic blonde played vigilante, using her strength, cunning and sexual prowess to fight crime in a mask and leotard. The masked figure had developed a reputation in her city, leaving muggers and gangs defeated in pools of their own cum.
A recent bust on some kidnappers had finally led Paige right where she wanted. They were abducting women to compete in the underground sexfight circuit. Paige had been trying to break up the illegal fighting ring for months, and she finally had a place where she could find their leader.
Shelly Royale, the ringleader and “manager” of the league, was waiting in a dockside warehouse. Paige arrived in her usual costume of a gold leotard, boots and a mask that covered her eyes. She was incredibly fit, with her skintight outfit showing some solid abs and full breasts behind its yellow material.
She started to approach the building when a musclebound woman in a security uniform approached her. Paige glared at her from behind her mask, ready to fight her way inside.
“Lady Gold, right?” the female guard asked. Paige knew about the nickname going around about her alter ego. She nodded calmly.
The security woman reached into her pocket and raised a remote control. She hit a button and the warehouse doors hummed to life, starting to slowly open automatically.
“Miss Royale sends her regards. She says she’s been trying to meet you too and would like to arrange a meeting.”
Paige entered cautiously, but the fact was that she was being treated like a customer if not a guest. There were a few guards around, some of them armed, but none of them did more than glance at her. They clearly had orders not to attack her as she walked a few short halls and entered the warehouse proper. There was a large and clean wrestling ring in the center, with numerous comfortable seats set around it. For all the formality of the presentation, Paige knew that some of the most vicious sexfights on earth had stained the same ring with cum and blood.
In a raised balcony, Shelly Royale awaited her. The smirking woman had short, tidy hair a few shades darker than her cocoa-colored skin. The dark beauty smiled confidently, lounging back in her luxurious seat. Her absolutely massive breasts wobbled side to side as she leaned back, her snug and skimpy business suit and skirt barely containing her aggressive curves.
“Miss Gold!” Royale said in a loud and proud voice that carried through the cleaned-up warehouse. “Welcome to my arena! I’ve been looking for you, you know. I would love to have such a local celebrity fighting in my ring.”
“I’m here to take you down, Royale!” Paige declared. “Come quietly before I have to fuck you senseless.”
“I have a better idea.” Madam Royale snapped her fingers and there was a series of heavy clicks as her guards raised their weapons. “I could blow you to pieces right now if I wanted to.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve fought my way out of a room full of armed guards,” Paige defied her, staying ready for the worst.
“But why take that chance? At least hear out my offer.”
Shelly leaned over her balcony, resting her heavy breasts over the edge temptingly.
“You could try and do this the hard way. Come at me, hope you’re stronger than my minions and faster than their guns. Hope I haven’t got away by the time you get to me. Or you can fight in my arena. And I give you my word: compete in five matches for me. All tonight with a few breaks in between. I don’t even mind if you lose them. Each match you win, the next match will be harder. Lose and my fighter has their way with you before the next match. After that, if you’re still willing, I will personally fight you alone in the ring. No matter what happens. And in case you’re worried, it’s league policy; if the fighter has a mask, the mask stays on or else you’re… let’s call it disqualified.”
Paige weighed her odds. She could probably fight her way out of this, but it was risky. And Shelly certainly could run away while she was fending them off, assuming she didn’t have something worse in waiting for her.
“You have a deal,” Paige finally decided. “But if I so much as think you’re going back on your word…”
“Perish the thought,” Shelly chuckled. “I didn’t get to be the criminal queen I am by breaking promises. People trust me, Goldy. Now if you don’t mind, my ladies will show you to your break room. I have an audience to gather…”
Paige was escorted to the comfortable changing room, not that she had much to do. There was even a speed bag, a bed, a medicine cabinet, and a tasteful setup of food left for her. Paige barely allowed herself a water, still not quite ready to trust her arch enemy.
“Your audience awaits, Goldy,” Royale’s voice chimed over an intercom. “You’re up against Brigit Winters; a middle-ranking fighter in my circuit. One of the willing ones too, if that tells you anything. I’m sure you could beat her no problem on your own, so you’ll be fighting with a handicap.”
“Of course I will,” Paige scoffed. “What’s your trick this time?”
“Please, honey. You’re just starting out, so there’s no trick here. You just need to beat her at two-to-one odds. She wins if she makes you cum once. You win if you get her twice.”
Paige had to admit it wasn’t the worst setup she could imagine. An escort arrived to lead her out to the ring, and Paige could hear the horny audience cheering while she was still in the halls.
“Now here comes the star of our show!” a cheery young woman’s voice called out. “The famous crimefighter of Empire City! The masked beauty who’s golden from her boots to her bush to her blonde locks! Welcome the famous, mysterious Lady Gold to The Gauntlet!”
The audience variously cheered and booed the masked woman. Clearly there were other criminals in the audience. She stoically scaled the steps, shaking out her long blond hair with a fashionable flair. She entered the ring, looking across to find her opponent already standing there.
Winters was a lean woman, slightly skinnier than Paige’s curvy but fit figure. She had a more wiry build and dark hair that contrasted with her pale, occasionally tattooed skin. Her boyishly short hair had streaks shaved at the lower sides, and her icy eyes lit up as she met Paige’s gaze. She held out a pair of fingers and suggestively wiggled her tongue between them, showing off the thick silver stud pierced through the tip. She wore a snug black bikini with some studded biker boots and fingerless gloves.
“Always wanted to fuck a superhero,” Brigit crowed across the ring, breaking into a proud cackle. She gripped the ropes to stretch out her arms and shoulders. “Miss Royale must be nuts to think I need a handicap against a bimbo barbie like you.”
“Or she wants to see you suffer twice as badly,” Paige shot back at her sadistic opponent. “If it means taking down one more thug, then I’m happy to put you in your place.”
“Okay, ladies! You both know the rules, so get to it! This ain’t stopping til someone cums their brains out!”
A short, busty and giddy girl sat at ringside as she wagged her multicolored pigtails around and fired up the crowd. She didn’t have so much as a microphone, making Paige realize she must be a mutant. They were uncommon these days but certainly not unheard of, and having a super loud voice was little more than a convenience and a showpiece for Royale’s status. The impish girl leaned over her announcer’s table and slammed her fist on a button, getting a buzzer to sound across the arena.
Brigit strode out of her corner oozing confidence. She held out her arms in an inviting gesture towards Paige, goading the blonde to meet her in the middle. Paige glared back at her and stepped up to her, planting her fists on her hips in a heroic pose and thrusting her tits out. The audience gave a short gasp and a laugh as the tit slam alone was enough to make Brigit stagger back a couple paces. The vicious brunette growled and replied with a slap across Paige’s pretty face.
The blonde’s head snapped away from the blow, but she raised a hand readily to stop her follow up attack. Paige blocked Brigit’s attempted punch, catching her arm and twisting around to pull her arms behind her back. Brigit’s eyes went wide as she was swiftly outmaneuvered.
“You know you’re just a stepping stone for me, right?” Paige purred in her ear. She planted her mouth on Brigit’s neck, sucking on the tender muscles while she snaked her hands between her arms. Paige made a big impact quickly with the audience as she reached under Brigit’s bikini top, fondling her breasts in front of the roaring crowd.
“You little fucking bitch!” Brigit snarled as she squirmed in her grip. Her nipples were growing hard between the heroine’s fingers. She wasn’t used to fighting this level of opponent, preferring to pick on those weaker and more vulnerable to let out her sadistic side on them.
Seeing that she’d have to step up her game, Brigit tried to shrug off the pain and went back on the offensive. She stooped lower and swung an elbow back into Paige’s pussy, getting the blonde heroine to gasp and grab her privates. It let the brunette slip away and send an unexpected high kick to Paige’s head, the heavy boots sending her toppling to the mats. The audience cheered as the darker heel stood over the stunned heroine and grabbed her leotard, pulling it opposite directions to tear it straight down the middle. It exposed Paige’s toned, sexy abs and bouncing breasts for the audience to enjoy.
“You put a lot of my friends in jail. You know that, cxnt?” Brigit hissed at the still dazed heroine. She stepped over Paige’s head, stomping on her long blonde hair. The act itself wasn’t especially painful, but Brigit roughly grabbed Paige by her tits.
“Well tonight is payback!” Brigit snapped. She pulled Paige up by her tits, lifting her body off the mats as her back arched. The heroine screamed in pain as Brigit not only pinched and pulled on her nipples with sadistic glee, but her boots kept her hair held down so that her every struggle burned at her scalp. Her timely counter had been enough for her to get the upper hand, a dangerous position for such a vicious woman to be in.
Paige stomped her boots on the mats, her nipples getting uncomfortably hard in Brigit’s painful grasp. She bit her lip hard to make herself focus, swinging her legs up to catch around the dark fighter neck. She noisily swung her back to the mats with her head scissor, Brigit scrambling to steady herself and get back to her knees. She’d barely reached them when Paige stooped down and speared her in the midsection, mashing her into the nearby turnbuckle. Brigit slammed into it, her breasts bouncing right out of her already loosened top.
Paige wasn’t about to let the heel have her way with her again, so she quickly caught Brigit by the wrists. She looped her arms around the top rope and held them tight, lowering her head to start to suck aggressively on one of her nipples. Brigit gave a loud gasp, stomping her boots on the mats to try and vent some of her sudden arousal.
“You fucking slut,” she cursed breathlessly as Paige moved on to ravish her other tit. The heroine had forced women to cum from just their breasts before, but she was about to toy with the heel at this point. She still had plenty of matches to go through in her gauntlet, and she didn’t want to risk her getting lucky again. She shifted her knee between Brigit’s legs, flexing her thigh and grinding it along her opponent’s pussy. The trapped pit fighter was quickly becoming putty in her hands.
“Give it up, bitch,” Paige hissed, briefly pressing her teeth together around Brigit’s hard nipple. “Your pussy was just fodder for your boss to throw at me. A weak clit like yours doesn’t have a chance.”
“F-fuck you!” Brigit hissed, but she couldn’t resist the professional hero for long. Her pale body shivered violently as she came through her bikini bottoms, soaking them and the mats beneath her. The ring bell chimed to declare Paige’s score of her first orgasm. The audience cheered as the gold-clad woman (at least what was left of her torn spandex) stepped back from her winded opponent, flexing and puffing up her chest for the crowd.
Paige made the terrible mistake of assuming there was a break between falls. Brigit stared daggers at her back before reaching under the padding of the turnbuckle. The audience made little effort to warn Paige as the edgy fighter pulled out what appeared to be a set of brass knuckles lined with hard rubber that she’d hidden earlier. She suddenly charged into Paige from behind, smashing the blonde in the lower back with her foreign object. Paige gave a sharp scream of pain as she fell to all fours clutching her spine.
“I’ll teach you to turn your back on me,” Brigit growled as she squeezed her knucklers. The rubbed studs on the front started to buzz as they vibrated in place, priming it before she slammed it right between the stunned heroine’s legs. Paige’s lusty cry quivered along with the aggressive sex toy as Brigit held it against her pussy. The powerful blonde cringed and dug her nails into the mat, her mind flooded with pain and pleasure. She concentrated hard enough to kick backward, knocking the toy out of Brigit’s hand and out of the ring before she fell exhausted to one side. Paige clutched her throbbing pussy, but Brigit quickly threw her hand away to expose her dripping wet slit.
“Oh no you don’t. I’m going to enjoy turning you into my pet super slut!” Brigit snapped. The aggressive brunette grabbed Paige by the hair and mashed her face into the mat. It left her ass raised in the air as Brigit peeled aside her leotard. She licked her lips at the sight of Lady Gold’s throbbing wet pussy, leaning closer and biting the edge of her labia. Paige gasped and panted as she fumbled at her assailant but was unable to stop her toothy embrace on her twat.
“Don’t worry. I’ll end this quick. Then we can have our real fun after,” Brigit purred. She released her bite and plunged her tongue in instead, stuffing it deep into Paige’s pussy. The blonde heroine’s eyes went even wider than the bite, feeling the cool, smooth steel of Brigit’s tongue stud put to work on her clit. She playfully wriggled it in place, working the piercing like a tiny hammer that pummeled Paige’s poor clit. It was tender and swollen from her tormentor’s rough treatment, making it little more than a punching bag for her oral opponent.
Paige poured all her focus into resisting the temptation to cum. She was panting and drooling face down on the mats when she thought to reach down beneath her own body. She caught Brigit by the nipples and twisted with all her might, dragging the edges of her fingernails all around her areolas.
“AHH! Little bitch!” Brigit gasped as she finally pulled her face away from Paige’s pussy. Her tongue was caked in her juices but she had managed not to cum. The heroine still felt exhausted as she twisted her upper body and pulled on Brigit’s chest, swinging her over her hip and nipple-flipping her back onto the mats. Brigit grunted from the rough landing but Paige acted fast. She was hot and desperate to win, feeling like another flick of her clit could end the match for her.
Paige grabbed Brigit by the bikini bottoms and yanked her up by them, wedging them up her slit and ass crack. The pale punk wailed as she was lifted and then flung across the ring, a firm swipe of Paige’s hand ripping them off her. The naked Brigit went stumbling into the ropes, bouncing back off the tough elastic. Paige threw away her bottoms and charged to intercept her, catching Brigit around the waist and twirling her upside down. She hugged around her midsection, squeezing her fists into Brigit’s belly as she hung in her grasp in a piledrive position. Brigit stared wide-eyed at the cheering audience as she realized the severity of her situation.
“Wait! Fuck! Put me down! Nooooo!”
Brigit’s wail peaked as Paige stuffed her face into her pussy, messily eating her out as she held her in midair.
“It’s the Hangwoman’s Cunnilingus!” the announcer shouted from ringside. “An amazing pro level move by the newcomer!”
Paige ignored her and ate pussy like her life depended on it. She trapped Brigit’s clit between her tongue and lips, flicking it masterfully even without a tongue stud of her own. The brunette gasped and panted, clearly still wound up from her first orgasm. Her pussy juices ran down her belly before Paige hopped off the mats and spiked her back down, power bombing her into the mats while she stabbed her tongue fully into Brigit’s pussy. The brunette’s whole body rocked in a mix of pain and pleasure, squirting like a fountain over Paige’s face and half the ring from her sexually devastating finisher. Brigit’s eyes rolled back in her head, and if she was still conscious she sure wasn’t showing it.
“There it is, fans! At two-to-zero, the winner is Laaaady Golllld!”
Paige stayed on her knees a moment, catching her breath before she raised a triumphant fist to the crowd. They roared and cheered at her performance, well after she gathered her tattered leotard and went backstage. Her changing room had a bath already drawn for her, as well as a few high-powered healing potions and a fresh new leotard exactly like her own. Paige frowned at the display of luxury. It was helpful to get her to recover quickly for her next match in the gauntlet, but Paige saw it as a show of power by Madam Royale. She stripped out of her boots and begrudgingly entered the bath, cleaning off her sweat and quietly fingering herself to relieve the stress. She’d need her head clear for her next match.
