Vegas and the Mistress's Club

[Janine_G]

Daphne was an attractive young woman and she used it to her advantage at will.  When she was 24, she seduced a strikingly attractive 50-ish year old man and became his mistress.  She enjoyed all of the trappings of being a mistress.  He visited her regularly and showered her with attention and it was a life she enjoyed.  About a year after they had started their affair, he approached her with a "proposal" as he called it--not the kind that leads to a ring--well not the kind of ring most people think of when they hear the word proposal. 

He shared that he had been watching an "underground" club online, where mistresses, and occasionally wives, fought one another for the pleasure of the spectators.  It all occurred in a suite in a hotel in Vegas that was outfitted with the right space and cameras.  It was civil, in that there was no hospitalizations and no weapons and no real permanent damage.  Lots of ruptured implants and some bruises and scars and such, but nothing too dramatic. He disclosed that it was always topless and almost always ended nude.  Fights started with boxing style but always degraded to an all out catfight.  Given her build, her athleticism, and her energy, her lover thought she would be good at it and might enjoy it.

And it paid well. 

Daphne didn't have to think about it.  She was competitive, bisexual (engaging in combat with another woman was so erotic to her it made her wet just to hear the proposal) and loved the idea.

That was four years earlier.  Now, at 28, she was the most dominant fighter in the league, essentially unbeatable, though it hadn't always been that way.  Her first fight, she got the shit kicked out of her.

And her second. 

Her third, she fared much better, but lost in the end when her opponent caught a good grip on her clit and twisted until she cried out her surrender.  Her fourth fight was her first victory and since that time she had only lost two fights.  Her record after four years was a shocking and impressive 28 wins and 5 losses.  She loved it.  She fought more than most of the other mistresses but there were a few that liked it as much as she did.  She had moved on from the man who had introduced her to it, but had a new lover, who showered her with even more gifts and money and she had also met a girlfriend through the club, and they lived together. 

The world was going great.  Every up and coming fighter in the club wanted to challenge Daphne and every one lost.  In fact, Megan, her girlfriend, had challenged her a year ago after being undefeated over 8 fights and moments after she submitted and the cameras went off, kissed Daphne through a swollen and bloodied lip.

They had hit it off and Megan, who was a good fighter herself, also continued to compete and had a male "supporter" in her bullpen.  They tried to watch each other's fights whenever possible.

Daphne had an event in Los Angeles where she and Megan lived, on a night that Megan had a fight against a fighter who neither had ever seen before but who apparently was new to the club.  Daphne missed most of the fight, but was able to catch the tail end on her phone as the car service brought her back to their apartment.  She was stunned to see Megan in horrible shape, bruised and battered and clearly getting her ass kicked.  What was worse was that her opponent was clearly ruthless.  The fight ended with Megan actually sobbing out her surrender and the other woman sneering at her in victory.

When Megan arrived home from Vegas the next morning, she was hurting.  Daphne took care of her emotionally and physically and then told Megan, she was going to "get the bitch back for her".  Megan had smiled in response to her lover's passionate defense of her.

"Daphne, I've fought you both, be careful, she's rough..."

Daphne sighed, "Megan, I can handle myself, but thank you hon..."

The other woman's name was Anya, a Russian model who lived in Vegas. She had another fight after Megan, with similar success and then scheduled the bout with Daphne. 

As she always did before a fight, Daphne masturbated to the idea of battling another woman.  Then she put on her robe and walked down the hallway to the suite that had been purchased by the "club."

She entered using her special key and found the other woman sitting there smoking a cigarette already. 

She barely had an accent as she greeted Daphne and they both went to their respective rooms to remove most of their clothing.  The fight would begin topless, in heels, as always.

The Russian came out almost simultaneously with Daphne.  Anya was wearing a turquoise thong and Daphne had put on her favorite white dual-band thong.  The darker haired woman had almost four inches in height and bigger tits than Daphne, who was not small.

The fight was set up as four rounds.  The first three were a long 4 minutes each and were essentially pure fist fighting with clinching and kneeing allowed.  The fourth round was an untimed free for all.

Daphne often "knocked" her opponents out before it got to the fourth round--she was a powerful puncher and could take punches as well.

The in-room buzzer sounded indicating the start to the fight, the two women moved towards each other.  As they got close, Anya said, "I'm gonna beat the shit out of you just like I did your girlfriend, Daphne..."

It was the first time Daphne knew that Anya knew of the relationship between her and Megan.

They traded blows. 

Daphne snapped Anya's head back with a right cross, left-hook combination.  Anya countered with two left jabs.  Daphne immediately recognized Anya's strength and speed.  The blows hurt.

She threw a right hook. Anya blocked it with her left forearm and slammed a right hook into Daphne's left side just below her ribcage.  Daphne gasped uncontrollably.  It was the hardest punch she remembered taking in her time in the club.  She thought her spleen might have ruptured.  Her knees almost buckled.  Anya pushed her back with her left hand and swung another right hook right into Daphne's cheek that snapped her head to the right, which was met with a left cross that crashed into her face snapping her head back. 

Daphne's legs gave out and she dropped to the carpet on her hands and knees 29 seconds into the first round.  That had never happened before.

She scrambled to her feet to see Anya smiling at her.  As she got to her feet, Anya moved in and started throwing punches.  Daphne was on her heels, but countered, and the two women went to war.  The smack of flesh and thuds of punches were punctuated by grunts of exertion and pain.  Anya was certainly more on offense than Daphne, but the fight evened out a bit and Daphne even caught Anya with a series of blows that nearly knocked her to the carpet as well. 

The round ended with the two women sweating and the online crowd in a tizzy...

to be continued.

[Janine_G]

Round 2, Daphne had a better sense of what and who she was dealing with.  Anya moved forward gracefully, coiled tight and ready to spring.  Daphne moved cautiously as she met her foe--a formidable one, and engaged.

Daphne let Anya lead this time, firing two jabs towards Daphne's ample chest. Daphne defended and countered with a quick right-left at Anya's head that caught the woman.  Anya stood up straight and swung a roundhouse punch that the smaller woman dodged.  Daphne moved in and slammed an uppercut into Anya's tight stomach with her left and crashed an overhand right into Anya's eye that drove Anya's head to the right.  Most women would have gone down.  Anya stumbled to her right but kept her footing as Daphne pursued her.  Daphne pressed her advantage with several punches, hitting Anya anywhere she could. 

At home, Megan watched and screamed at the computer with enthusiasm as her girlfriend worked towards retribution for her.  Daphne's blows hit Anya's body with the satisfying thud of fist to body contact.  Anya moved back away from the assault and Daphne threw a perfect punch aimed right at Anya's chin. 

It missed.

Anya's speed and skill allowed her to twist out of the way and the Russian countered with a flailing left hook that caught Daphne perfectly in the triangle of white fabric that served as the only "protection" for her pussy.  It did little to protect and while getting punched in the pussy is not as painful as getting punched in the balls, it got Daphne's attention.  Anya's second blow was straight to Daphne's ovaries.  And then again.  And then again.  Daphne's body was suddenly taking a beating.  Anya's punches were so powerful and fast.  Every blow seemed to go straight through her.  The pain was intense.  Daphne countered, hitting Anya with everything she had. 

Anya changed her attack to focus on Daphne's left tit.  Every blow.  Blow after blow.  After tenderizing it ruthlessly, each blow hurt more.  Daphne was sure her implant was going to rupture as the tit began to swell.  She cut Anya's left cheek with a particularly powerful punch.  She felt like her ovaries were damaged and that she might piss herself. Her legs trembled.  She caught Anya on the nose with a particular effective blow that snapped the Russian's head back.  She followed with a flurry of punches that caused the big brunette to spin and careen into the wall as the round ended. 

Daphne took deep breaths and cradled her left tit.  It was dogmeat, really banged up.  Anya at least looked like she was doing a little worse than before too...

Round three was ready.

[Janine_G]

Daphne came out, guarding her ravaged left breast as Anya came out to meet her. 

"That tit looks pretty bad, Daphne, how are you ovaries?" she sneered with confidence.

"Fuck you." growled Daphne.

"Oh honey, I'm gonna leave with no tits and no ovaries...Megan is gonna think you're a boy when I'm done."

The two squared off for the third round.  Anya's first two punches were telegraphed, and Daphne still couldn't do much to block them--the big brunette was too strong and drove her fists past Daphne's defense.  The first blow drove deep into Daphne's belly, just below her navel, one more time send shock waves through her ovaries.  The second penetrated deep into her left breast, causing Daphne to squawk in pain as the tit seemed to explode with the force of the blow.  Daphne saw stars and she faltered for a moment.

A moment was all the brunette needed though and she fired off three consecutive punches, her arms firing like pistons and Daphne's head snapped back with each blow, almost like a bobble head...

...and then Daphne dropped to her knees, her head dropping saw that her chin fell to her chest and to the viewers, including Megan, it looked as though the weight of her head carried her body foward and she lurched onto her hands knees, her hair hanging around face as her breasts hung below her chest. 

Megan sobbed at the TV, "C'mon babe, get up!! You get up and kick her ass!  Don't let her get you!" 

Tears streamed down her face. 

Anya caught her breath and stood over the other woman. "You getting up, bitch or is this fight over?"

The muscles in Daphne's back tensed as she clenched her buttocks and worked up to her haunches and then to her feet.

Anya smiled.  "I was hoping to get a chance to really finish you off."  She moved in quick.

It was time to end the match. 

She cocked her right fist and fired.

The punch never connected.  Daphne ducked, popped up and slammed a powerhouse right cross perfectly into Anya's nose, which exploded with blood.  A right-left combination and a quick knee to Anya's crotch sent the brunette stumbling back a step.  Daphne moved forward with speed and agility and fired off a dozen unanswered punches that connected with Anya's face, tits and belly.  Anya was stunned.  She pulled back to fire off a counter punch, but Daphne spun and slammed a spinning back fist perfectly into the side of Anya's head and for the first time in her own career, Anya tumbled to the ground.

Daphne had been hurt, badly, but she had exaggerated how wounded she was and had lulled Anya into a bit of overconfidence. 

Anya got to her feet and wiped the blood away from her nose and mouth.  She moved towards Daphne and the two traded blows and then clinched and began kneeing each other in the lower body.  The woman gasped and trembled as they battered each other in the final moments of the third round.  Anya ground her fist into Daphne's wounded tit and Daphne whimpered in pain.  As the round came to an end, Anya fired one final blow into Daphne's left flank again, driving her fist deep into Daphne's spleen again, and causing Daphne to drop to one knee just as the round ended. 

Daphne crawled over to her side of the room.  The fourth and final round would be brutal and she knew it. It was the true catfight.  The tow women were slick with sweat as the round began and they charged at each other, immediately grabbing one another by the hair and yanking wildly.  Anya drove her body forward into Daphne and tackled her to the ground.  Daphne screamed as her breast was crushed by Anya's. They rolled about on the floor, Anya digging her nails into Daphne's back and leaving deep bloody welts as Daphne clawed at Anya's face.  They both gasped for air as their legs were intertwined and their pussies ground together between the flimsy fabric of their thongs.

Daphne tried to roll on top but Anya was too strong and kept the upper position.  She let go of Daphne's hair and grabbed her mangled breast.  The pain was like nothing Daphne had ever experienced.  She screamed in anguish.  Anya snickered.  With her other hand, Anya covered Daphne's nose and mouth making it hard to breathe.  Tears welled up in Daphne's eyes from the pain and Anya hissed, "that's right, cry for me bitch..."

Daphne jammed two fingers up into Anya's nostrils and the big woman reared back in shock.  With her free hand, Daphne throat-punched Anya and the brunette rolled away to escape. Daphne rolled the other way and struggled to her hands and knees.  She was too wounded to get up quickly though, and instead, found herself yanked by her hair and dog-walked to the middle of the room.  She struggled against Anya's strength, but the big brunette yanked her to her feet and drove her forward into a wall.  Daphne did not have the strength to overpower Anya, who pressed her body against Daphne's back, which was criss-crossed with horrific claw marks.  Daphne winced and cringed as she felt Anya's hard nipples press into her back.  She then whimpered as Anya forced her hand between her thighs and up to her clenched buttocks and pussy.  Anya forced first one finger between Daphne's labia and into her vagina, wet with sweat and sexual energy.  Daphne moaned, "noooooo....oh....nooooo...."

But Anya was cruel.  A second finger, then a third and finally a fourth.  Nearly her entire fist was inside of Daphne and the smaller woman trembled with the violation.  Anya yanked up and Daphne squealed as her entire body convulsed.  Anya jerked again and got the same respone.

A third yank and Daphne moaned, "aaaaawwww, gawd....oh....noooooo..."

And then Anya pressed her thumb deep into Daphne's asshole.  If Anya hadn't been pinning her to the wall, Daphne would have collapsed to the ground as her legs essentially gave out.  Anya then did something that Daphne had never experienced before, she pressed her thumb down and slid it from Daphne's anus all the way across her perineum to the bottom of her vagina.  It was the most erotic feeling she had ever experienced and Daphne exploded with an orgasm.  Her entire body tensed and she arched as her vaginal muscles clenched down on Anya's fingers. 

"Oh you're mine...you little slut..." hissed Anya. 

Daphne was horrified, and for the first time in her life, she cried during a fight.  Tears streamed quietly down her cheeks as embarrassment washed over her.  In a fury, she threw her right elbow back and connected perfectly with the side of Anya's head.  Anya's head snapped to the side and for a split-second, Anya blacked out and crashed to the floor.  She was awake by the time she fell to the carpet, but Daphne as on her instantly, straddling her chest and wrenching her breasts off of her body like she was truly going to succeed at tearing them off of her.  Daphne had squeezed so tightly that her nails had punctured Anya's skin in several spots and the pressure had ruptured both of her implants.  The pain was excruciating and it was Anya's turn to cry out in agony.  She was thrashing and bucking, but Daphne would not relent. 

Daphne shoved her fingers into Anya's nose again, using them to immobilize her and reached back and grabbed Anya's clit, twisting it until Anya screamed louder than anyone Daphne had ever fought.  She punched her pussy several times as Anya groaned before she grabbed the brunette's head by her hair and slammed her head into the carpeted floor a few times. 

She got up, but Anya was too dazed to move and so Daphne grabbed one foot in each hand, spread Anya's legs and stomped her pussy with her heel several times until Anya sobbed out, "Oh god, enough you psycho bitch, enough, why didn't you just quit when you fucking came?  Oh god, enough..."

And Daphne stumbled over and fell onto the couch, sobbing.

[Janine_G]