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« Last post by Janine_G on Today at 07:27:06 PM »
I am not sure that this belongs here, but because it favors the rougher side, I thought I would post in this category.
Kelly walked through the dimly let warren of curtains and faux walls, the scent of sex and sweat mixed with incense and perfumes. She wore towering platform heels and fishnet thigh highs, a black thong and lace push up bra that accentuated her ample bosom. Her face was heavily made up. Here, she used the name Kiana, and her fuckboi for the moment, toting along dutifully behind her went by Rolf. Rolf was a muscular and athletic man hung like a monster. Kiana liked hard sex, Kelly was gentile and sweet, a secretary at a high end law firm during the days. In the "Lion's Den" as it was called, Kiana lived out her favorite fantasies and pleasures. She had achieved alpha status, a lioness queen as her tattoo marked her, and was a dominant personality in the den. There were others, two of whom were her most aggressive rivals, which was all part of the allure.
One was Sia, a powerful blonde who had fought Kiana in all aspects of the den--sexual, physical, mental and others. They had both suffered at one another's hands as well as dominated and defeated their rival.
The second was Becca, a stunning redhead who was the most seasoned of the lioness queens and had, until recently, proven to be an insurmountable foe for Kiana, but of late, Kiana had finally defeated her, both sexually and physically, and they had become to see one another more on equal footing.
As Kiana's hips swayed with her gait, her large breasts jiggled with the motion. She nodded quietly at a woman she knew, who had her girlfriend on a leash following behind her. She passed one of the viewing booths and smiled as she saw Becca completely dominating a redhead that Kiana had trounced a month ago in a similar sexual contest.
Tonight, Kiana was focused on "the core" a circular area in the middle of the Lion's Den where the physical battles occurred. The rules of the den's physical battles were simple: There could not be any marks on any part of the body that could not be covered with clothing that was appropriate for the time of year. Since they were in the southern part of North Carolina, that meant that in the warmer months, arms and legs were off limits. It was December though, so anything but the face and hair was permitted. The two combatants would decide on what type of fight--whether there would be weapons of any type. Of course, no permanent damage was permitted either.
As Kiana and Rolf arrived at the core, a fight was in progress. She placed her entry coin in the queue, indicating that she wanted to fight, there was one fight waiting ahead of hers. Two brunettes were doing battle, one was a newcomer who Kiana didn't recognize, the other was a woman named Rianna, a formibable opponent, but who appeared to be losing this battle. They had been using whips, it seemed, and typical clawing, hand-to-hand combat, and Rianna's body was crosshatched with whip marks and scratches, addled with bruises. She was also on her knees and the other woman was whipping her ruthlessly as she tried to crawl away.
Kiana realized that she had gotten aroused watching the fight, and gestured for Rolf to take her from behind while she watched. His throbbing cock was so pleasant and stimulating as it stretched her wet vagina and he began to thrust.
The fight ended as Kiana and Rolf climaxed and the newcomer claimed the win.
A young asian woman who Kiana vaguely recognized and a toned woman with blue hair who Kiana had beaten twice physically and once sexually took their places in the core. They would fight hand to hand alone.
KIana sat on a cushioned settee and sipped champagne from a table set with multiple glasses. She began to stimulate herself as she watched the next fight between the two women.
She let her mind wander as to what she wanted in her own fight....
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