Below are extracts from the ninth chapter of....
UNTAMED RIVALRY: SCENES FROM A FEMALE FIGHT CLUB
http://tinyurl.com/la94x22 a full length...written by a sexfighter and catfighter for studios and in private life and an experienced published writer.
You also get a taster of the spine of the narrative, the rivalry between Alexis my co-author and Karen another club member.
Definition: A battle-stud is a prominent snub-nosed device the size of a domed bottle top, normally made from hard rubber, or metal on the mons veneris, held in place by a leather harness. It is used to gouge an opponent’s pussy and is designed specifically to strike the clitoris. Originating in Japan this has long been a favorite weapon when women wish to settle sexual rivalries. In extreme cases, a woman can put her rival out of commission for sex for long periods.
THE AMSTERDAM ARENA
Neither Alexis nor Karen bothered to put on any clothes under their furs, for the brief walk to the house where the evening’s fight would take place. They knew they would be unlikely to be joining any of the post-fight festivities, as they would be engaged in their long-planned private sexfight. As they left the hotel Ambassade, Alexis and Suki felt the cold canal-damp of the November evening on their bare legs. Walking a few feet ahead were Caroline and Karen. Both couples were pleased to reach the warmth of the seventeenth century merchant house. At the reception desk inside the entrance, the severe-looking hostess was dressed in wing collar shirt and dinner jacket, black shorts, thigh boots and black stockings. Idiosyncratically Dutch, she politely gestured the way to a staircase that led down to the basement.
The layout of the arena was slightly different from the Paris cellar in which Alexis had seen her first Club fight. Theater boxes surrounded about two thirds of the arena. The remaining third comprised two tiers of comfortable seating, sumptuously upholstered in red leather. Occupying these seats were about twenty women in various states of undress. A few members were still taking their seats and there was the occasional sound of box doors shutting. Suki, gesturing to Karen and Caroline to join them, led the way to the boxes she had reserved. No one in the party of four bothered to pick up either a blue or a green ribbon to show which woman they were supporting. For the moment, they were preoccupied with their own rivalries.
The two couples had barely reached the boxes when Alexis felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Birgit, who gave her a few kind words about the photo-shoot. She also complimented Karen, then left to join Jayne and Beatrice, saying that she looked forward to seeing them at the post-fight party. Knowing they would not be present, Alexis made noises about jetlag, and Karen added that she too was feeling the effects of the nine-hour time difference with California.
As soon as she was round the corner, Alexis opened the box and showed Karen the way inside. As the door closed, she was suddenly aware that it was the first time she had ever been alone with Karen. In silence, Karen sat down in one corner. Suki had thoughtfully arranged for a small tray with canapés and a bottle of Krug in an ice bucket. Karen picked up the bottle of champagne and filled the two flutes. Alexis picked one up and, chinking glasses with her rival, they drank in silence.
The atmosphere hung heavy between them. At length Karen spoke, slowly and calmly, “It is going to be a long night, let’s make sure we don’t start anything prematurely.” Alexis nodded. “I think the fight is going to be a useful lesson for us. I mean, neither of us had a stud-fight or spur-fight before, though we have both seen one, and have girlfriends versed in the techniques.” Karen added, “I am glad we are using spurs, so we too will be making Club history,” Alexis thought how tense and exciting it was going to be watching the fight with the woman who would be her opponent in a spur-fight.
The gentle chatter in the arena stilled as the lights began to darken. A soft, spotlight lit up the center of the arena. Padded red leather covered the fighting pit as well as the seating. It was smaller than the fighting area in Paris, about fifteen feet in diameter, with a depth of about four feet and a lip about two feet wide that ran around the edge. At either side, there was a discreet set of footholds, enabling the fighters to climb in and out.
Beatrice entered the arena through one of the two entrances between the tiered seating and the theater boxes. She looked elegantly sexy, draped in a long black cloak that was open at the front, revealing her tanned breasts and dark bush. The spotlight picked her out. Clearly no expense had been spared on the sound system, a score of directional mikes were visible, suspended above the arena. The audience was going to be able to hear every single grunt and groan from the fighters. Her majestic presence brought a total silence to the members, both those in the boxes behind her and in the open seating that she turned to face. A number of screens silently descended, ensuring that everyone in the audience had a good view, and could enjoy more than one angle on proceedings.
Countdown to Carnage
Beatrice cast off her cloak, and, for further dramatic effect, she held one hand aloft. “Dear members, tonight is a special contest.” Again, she paused, “in fact, it is the ultimate contest between two Club members, as well as our first ever arena stud-fight. At stake is not only a sexual relationship, a fight to the finish for exclusive rights to another member, but the right to remain a member of this Club. This was the choice of the contestants themselves. In our Club, we respect defeated women who show courage in combat. However, the enmity between these two is such that only the expulsion of the loser will satisfy them both.” Although the audience knew the rules for the contest, there was a slight murmur on hearing Beatrice state aloud the severity of the loser’s forfeit.
Beatrice waited for total silence before continuing, “Another special feature of tonight is that the fight takes place in the house of one of the contestants. I am sure we will wish to thank Claudia for her hospitality and to congratulate her on the wonderful fighting arena she has created.” There was warm applause for Claudia’s architectural skills.
“Our other contestant, Ellen, has also applied her skills to the benefit of this evening’s fight. You will see her ability as a clothes designer, when we fit our fighters with their harnesses, designed by Ellen, with Claudia’s consent. You will also see her work as we welcome our fellow member, and this evening’s prize to the stage. Members, I give you Asoka! ”
Beatrice led the ripple of applause as Asoka walked onto the lip of the arena and moved assuredly towards the mistress of ceremonies. For a woman in her early twenties she looked extremely knowing and experienced, and she was clearly enjoying being in the spotlight. She was dressed in a sheer chiffon cloak in which the blue and green colors of Claudia and Ellen ran together.
It was when she reached Beatrice that she showed Ellen’s real workmanship as a fashion artist. Shrugging off the cloak, she revealed a lattice of blue and green leather across her lower torso that snaked up around her breasts, leaving the orbs and nipples on full display. The effect was stunning. She turned for the benefit of the audience, so they could see the tracery of cords across her delightful backside. There was also a large heart on her back, vivid in blue and green cosmetics, symbolizing her equally split affections.
Beatrice kissed her passionately. Even this young, sexual deity went slightly limp in the arms of the mature Parisian. Her hand glided down to Asoka’s pussy and an expert middle finger began probing, drawing an audible gasp from her lips. Beatrice then softly asked her, “Asoka, Claudia and Ellen will fight for you tonight. What do you want to see happen in the fighting pit between these two women you know so well?”
Asoka could feel Beatrice slowly drumming on her clitoris with her finger. Beatrice then changed tempo and rubbed lightly back and forth across the hardening knot of flesh. Asoka could feel her juices start to flow and her voice was thick with emotion as she said, “I want to see which of them really wants me the most.” The thought of her rival lovers locked in combat, combined with the pulsing pressure Beatrice’s middle finger was now applying to her clitoris, was already having an effect. Asoka had been dripping with anticipation all day, and she was thrilled at the thought of what was to happen here in the arena.
Beatrice brought her mouth closer and whispered, “It makes you feel sexually powerful doesn’t it?” There was a slight whimper of acknowledgement. The microphones relayed every sound to the tiered seating and into the boxes. Beatrice continued, “Asoka, when you are with Claudia or Ellen, you make love to them don’t you?” Again, a whimper followed the question; she was very already close to coming. “You pleasure them with your tongue, fingers and pussy, don’t you?” Asoka groaned…
Beatrice looked across at her box where Birgit and Jayne sat, avidly looking at her control of Asoka. Beatrice was enjoying her sexual power, and knew that the two senior women would be enjoying her display of mature domination of this young woman. Beatrice realized it was going to be a challenge to make sure the exotic Asoka did not come before she had run through her litany, a verbal pre-arousal for what was about to happen in the fighting pit below.
Slowing the rhythm of her fingers, Beatrice increased the volume of her whispers, “You know their pussies well, don’t you, Asoka? You know how to make their juices flow, don’t you Asoka? You know how hard to rub or lick to make them groan, don’t you Asoka? You know how to make them moan with pleasure, don’t you Asoka?” The directional mikes were picking up the wet sound of the Asian’s pussy together with her assorted moans and whimpers.
Beatrice then addressed the audience more generally, “Tonight Claudia and Ellen will be directing their energies to the same place that Asoka focuses her skills as a lover. Where Asoka caresses and rubs, Claudia and Ellen will stab and slash. Where Asoka drags and pushes her skillful tongue, is where Claudia and Ellen’s studs will clash and thrust. While Asoka brings pleasure to their pussies and makes their clits swell, hard and lustful, Claudia and Ellen will seek to bring pain and try to crush and drive their enemy’s clit back into its hood.”
Picking up the pace again with her finger, with the end of monolog in sight, Beatrice continued, “We know at the end of tonight that only one pussy will leak victory juice! Only one clitoris will remain rampant! Only one woman will claim Asoka as her lover. For one woman, there is defeat and expulsion from The Club! For the winner, there is the promise of nights of lust with this bitch-vixen!”
At this point Asoka’s face contorted in lust and the liquid noises from her pussy became more audible. Beatrice increased the speed until her hand was a blur and she cried excitedly, “See members, she is already spilling her juice at the idea of her rival lovers fighting. She is longing for her celebratory fuck with the winner!” Asoka’s groan rose to a crescendo, and the sound controller swiftly turned down the volume on the PA in order to prevent the sound distorting. A few clear beads spattered on the red leather on the edge of the pit.
Asoka collapsed panting against the hostess, kissing her shoulder. Beatrice placed a hand under her chin and raised her mouth to meet hers. She then fed her right hand between their mouths and they both tasted Asoka’s tang. Beatrice inhaled deeply, savoring the moment. There was already so much excitement and the combatants had not even appeared. She could sense the tension in the crowd and in the boxes. Her own dark nipples had stiffened and she was moist.
Stepping away from Asoka, Beatrice resumed her more formal role as mistress of ceremonies. “Asoka, we are now ready to admit the combatants to the fighting pit. Are you ready to prepare them for their fight? Are you ready to fit them?” Pausing slightly, she continued, “Are you ready to service only the winner and to leave the loser, forever?” There was a slight pause and then respecting the vehemence of her lovers’ desire for exclusivity, Asoka stated decisively, “The loser’s cxnt and my cxnt will be strangers to each other, forever!”
The chill of the short walk along the Herengracht to reach the fight venue had long since worn off. Alexis and then Karen each walked in front of the other to hang their furs on a peg. Each was proud of her body, and their natural competitiveness led to defiant looks and restrained but aggressive pelvic thrusts as each passed in front of her seated rival.
As Karen passed in front of her, Alexis caught the distinct scent of her perfume. She had noticed it at the fitting. She now recognized it clearly as “Ange ou Demon” by Givenchy. Alexis recalled purchasing a bottle for herself once, while on a London shopping trip with a famous fighter. She also thought about how, later that evening, organic womanly scents would be drowning out the more subtle notes of French perfumeries.
Alexis then noticed that there was a brown Louis Vuitton box under the bench at the front of the box. She looked at Karen who had spotted it too, and picking it up she lifted the lid. Inside was a selection of double dildos. Alexis said nothing but angled the box at Karen.
Karen looked in the box and betraying no emotion, said, “No, we won’t need those tonight.” Slightly taken aback, Alexis countered, “I thought you said you would fight me any way possible? Or are you backing out on me?” Then she wondered whether Caroline had told her about their contest a few months back and how Alexis had beaten her with the double shaft.
Karen smiled and responded, “I just think we should settle it with our bodies. Let’s do what is natural, “Woman-to-woman, cxnt-to-cxnt and clit-to-clit – my will to win against yours, until one of us can’t go on!” That was exactly what Alexis wanted to hear and she snapped the box shut, and said curtly “Accepted bitch!”
Resuming their seats, the rivals focused on the drama unfolding outside.
Duel to a Finish
Beatrice called to Nadine to send the fighters to the arena for their fitting. Ellen and Claudia passed through the entrances on either side of the tiered seating. They were completely naked except for silk chokers and lattice leather bras and tiger gloves. These were respectively in blue for Ellen and green for Claudia. There was applause and their supporters raised the blue or green ribbons they had tied to their wrists in acknowledgement. Many in the audience wore both colors, in acknowledgement of their respect and friendship for both veterans. Each woman looked grim and avoided eye contact with the other. There would be time for that later. For women in their fifties they were both firm-bodied. As was to be expected, they had been training and working out rigorously for the previous weeks.
Nadine entered next carrying a harness on each arm, one blue and one green. She was dressed in an identical, leather-lattice costume to Asoka but the leather was white, contrasting with her flawless, dark skin. Beatrice turned to Asoka and pointed to the blue harness dangling on Nadine’s right arm. Asoka picked it up and knelt in front of Ellen, the gray-haired Dane, and expertly strapped the first of her lovers into the harness. She had not seen the harness before and she could not resist touching the snub-nosed, bullet-shaped stud. The metal, encased in an electric-blue rubber sleeve, was vivid enough to stand out from the cobalt blue harness.
As had been agreed Asoka, caressed and then tongued Ellen, partly as a possible farewell gesture and partly to stoke the drive of each fighter. In fact, no encouragement was required and she could sense the throb of battle-readiness in the already rampant clitoris. Claudia and Ellen were now facing each other. Fury was blazing in their eyes. Still kneeling Asoka moved to Claudia and Nadine handed her the green harness. She went through the same motions drawing an audible moan from Claudia when her tongue brushed her clit and a hiss of envy from Ellen. Beatrice tensed and looked at Nadine, poised with her riding crop, to check that she was ready to stop the fight if it started prematurely.
Beatrice silently gestured to Asoka to come to her and she whispered something in her ear. Looking first at Ellen and then at Claudia she said, “I have asked Asoka to anoint your studs with her juices. You both crave her body. You currently share her. It seems fitting that you should both carry her scent on your weapons. Your studs will joust, covered with her juice, just as knights carried their ladies’ handkerchiefs on their lances.”
There was murmuring of approval from the members. Beatrice indicated Asoka should go to Claudia first. They embraced and kissed as Asoka maneuvered herself onto the stud. She ground her hips slowly and withdrew, looking down to see the green stud, shiny with her juice. Claudia was breathing deeply, slightly disoriented by the erotic impact of the action. She clenched her fists as she watched Asoka repeat the process with Ellen, the Dane staring at Claudia throughout, seeming to say, this is my girl, take her if you can.
Beatrice pointed the way to her box, from where Asoka was to watch the fight. Not turning to look at her lovers, she left at a stately pace, knowing that next time she returned only one woman would be her lover. The rival lovers now descended into opposite sides of the pit and stood facing each other. One feature of the harnesses became clear. On each hip, there was a loop of leather with a handle grip. It was clearly a device to enable the fighters to pull each other in close.
It was at this point that Alexis noticed a slightly raised circular mound in the center of the pit. It was as though someone had inserted a round cushion under the padded, leather flooring. Karen, sensing what her rival was looking at, explained, “That raised area was deliberately introduced for this type of fight. If you can put your rival on her back there, it makes her upturned pussy more vulnerable to a stud thrust.” Alexis nodded, “I think the sloping sides of the pit would serve almost as well.” Karen, bitch-like, responded, “Some of us have style when we go for the kill, I’ll want you dead center in the arena while I pound your pussy to pulp!” Alexis growled back, “Save it for later.” They returned their gaze to the two women, now facing each other in the pit.
The theater box had a glass window and a narrow ledge at the front. Karen moved to kneel on this and pressed a button that retracted the window. Next, she turned a dial that controlled the volume from the arena. Turning to Alexis she said, “They have the same technology at the Red Dragon Club, I assume you want to see the action and hear the fighters clearly.” Alexis nodded, “I’d really like to be down there next to the action, I agree, let’s get as close as we can.” Karen turned up the volume.
Vintage Veterans
Claudia and Ellen were now preparing themselves, stretching and flexing. Above them, Nadine now stood alone on the edge of the pit. Beatrice had returned to her central box, with Asoka, Birgit and Jayne. Asoka was leaning out of the box, looking at the two fighters, their gaze fixed on each other. Ellen lowered her right hand to her stud and rubbed the smear of juice Asoka had left. She raised it to her mouth and licked. In her turn, Claudia ran her middle finger around her stud and inhaled the scent of her lover before inserting the digit into her mouth. While savoring the disputed woman’s taste, Claudia pushed out her pubis in challenge.
In response, Ellen dropped her left hand to her pussy and parted her labia as she thrust back. Each woman could see her rival on full display, pink and glistening. Although they had both fought frequently and fiercely since reaching adulthood, neither woman had ever felt more driven to fight. Tonight was different. Tonight was for a woman they both claimed. Tonight was a final night as a Club member for one of them.
Claudia looked daggers at Ellen and hissed, "I am going to enjoy defeating you.” Ellen responded in kind, “No, I am going to love breaking you slowly in front of her. She’ll know who is best, and who wants her most!” Claudia shot back, “You’ll never break me!” At that moment, Nadine’s whip cracked against the side of the fighting pit, signaling the start of the contest.
Moving suddenly, Ellen buried her left fist in the side of Claudia's right breast. She sidestepped her counter-blow, and then drove her right fist into her firm exposed belly. Claudia recoiled in pain, but recovering reached to grab Ellen, who slipped to her side. They circled crouching, each woman searching for an opening. Claudia cursing silently at her poor start while Ellen smiled thinly, flexing her hands in her tiger gloves.
Still circling they probed, looking for a weak point in the other’s defenses. Ellen kept moving to her left. Claudia turned, moving to follow her, keeping her left hand in front of her and her right cocked at her side. Both women knew that if she could get the other up against a wall of the pit, she might be able to restrict her movement. Ellen continued to circle left. Claudia sensed what she had in mind and before Ellen could push her back against the pit wall, she scored a glancing blow on the side of Ellen's face and moved away from the wall. Too late, Claudia found out exactly what Ellen had in mind. She had deliberately drawn Claudia around, and as Ellen rose from her crouch, she then hooked her right fist into Claudia's unprotected face.
The blow rocked Claudia and drove her back towards the pit wall. The blow had struck her left cheek, grazing the skin. She gasped air into her lungs and stood firm as she waited for the attack she knew was coming. Ellen stepped forward, shooting her fists into Claudia's breasts and face, in order to force her back against the wall. The Dane’s aggression surged at the chance to do even more damage early in the fight. Having scored the first hits, she was determined to press home her advantage. She wanted an early win, at least cost possible, in order to preserve her energy for her celebration with Asoka.
Ellen wanted to wallow in Claudia’s pain, to listen to her grunts as she hurt her. As her fight lust rose, she gave in to it, loving the feral sexuality that coursed through her body. Drawing on years of experience, Claudia sensed where Ellen’s instincts would take her. She decided to let her come at her. Absorbing the early blows, she let Ellen push her back against the pit wall. Ellen misread the feint as weakness and came in against the feisty redhead. Claudia let her come close, then dropped back against the wall which she used to brace herself as she brought her knee up between her rival’s legs. She thrilled at the cry of pain that issued from Ellen.
Claudia did it again, reveling in the sensation of driving up between Ellen’s firm thighs, and connecting with her pussy. Ellen pushed forward hard, crashing Claudia up against the wall. The two powerful mature women locked together, struggling up against the red leather wall. Breasts bulged against each other and, as they pressed tighter together, nipples dug into rival breasts. They were fighting too close to make good use of the studs, yet in the crush against the wall each woman occasionally jabbed with her pelvis, hoping to strike where it would count.
Towards the end of the clinch, their pelvises were stabbing and slashing at each other, the studs occasionally catching, reinforcing the sexual nature of the combat. Claudia felt a rush of adrenalin and a renewed sense of confidence, and she relished the sensation as she felt her bitch-fire ignite.
The violent sensuality had transfixed the audience, eliminating any inhibitions that they might have had. In the tiered seating, Alexis noted how the spectators were showing their engagement. Some audience members had loosened or discarded clothing and the aroma of perfumes and pheromones mingled intoxicatingly.
In their box, Alexis and Karen were eagerly following every blow. Alexis noticed that she moved in time with the fighters, and that Karen did the same. She imagined the impact of their fists. They both identified with whichever woman was doing the hitting. Kneeling side by side, she felt Karen’s arm circle round her waist and she in turn reached across to hold Karen. Their eyes never left the arena. Karen spoke for them both when she hissed, “Come on you bitches! We want an outright winner, and take your time about it, make the loser really feel her defeat!”
Claudia thrust Ellen back towards the center of the pit; her aim was to make her land on the raised area, to see if she could bring her stud into play on her upturned cxnt. She underestimated Ellen who pulled Claudia with her, the two women falling in a tangle down the side of the pit. Grunts of pain alternated with curses of frustration as they fought. They scratched at each other’s back, cutting through the skin.
The smell and feel of Ellen’s muscular body straining against her, fiercely excited Claudia. She lowered her mouth against Ellen's neck, and tasting the sweat, she bit hard. The fight lust had a firm grip on them both. Ellen reacted savagely, her teeth working her rival’s shoulder, while pulling Claudia’s hair in an attempt to free herself from Claudia’s teeth. Both were now bellowing in pain and rage and reaching down Claudia sank the sharpened talons of her fingers into Ellen's breast and tried to roll her to the center of the pit. The two sophisticated, intelligent women had reverted to a primal state. In fact, they thrilled to be so in touch with their animal natures, locked in a combat for total victory and dominance over the other.
The fight lust had a firm grip on them both. It had also communicated itself to the audience. Alexis was aware of the body heat from her rival next to her. Karen’s hand flexed into a claw and started to bite into Alexis’ side. Alexis in turn flexed her fingers and dug into Karen’s flank. Karen bared her teeth, mesmerized by the combat in front of her. As Ellen responded to Claudia’s attack by seizing a breast, Alexis let out a sharp hiss of aggression. Glancing across the arena, she saw Asoka, leaning out of her box, drinking in the violence unfolding beneath her. The young woman was wild-eyed with lust. She too wanted a clear winner, one who would be able to make love as energetically as she made war!
Down in the pit, Claudia sensed Ellen was planning to roll her onto her back on the raised area. She decided to use the momentum to propel her rival into the same position. She pushed off from the wall and rolled over the Ellen who, then tried to drag the redhead over herself toward the raised area. Claudia managed to stop Ellen from rolling her onto her back by planting an elbow firmly into the red leather. Now on their sides, they both kicked out and escaped from each other’s clutches, Ellen rolling herself back towards the wall, and Claudia backing into a crouching position facing her foe, before slowly lifting herself to a crouching position at the center of the raised area.
After her indifferent performance at the start of the fight, Claudia was now flooded with confidence. The adrenalin and arousal of this naked combat, in front of an audience that included her disputed lover, had fired her with energy. She was full of the conviction that she was a better woman. Claudia raised her head and looked defiantly at Ellen. Both women were sweating and some of the scratches they had suffered had filled with red. Ellen returned the stare and bared her teeth. In response, Claudia arrogantly cupped her breasts, and angled her pubis towards her opponent, offering herself as a target. Ellen thrust her pelvis back at the redhead, indicating she was ready to escalate their fight to the next stage.
There was a hush as the spectators waited expectantly for the women to close with each other. In a gesture of confidence, Claudia invited Ellen to attack. She dropped her arms and, opening the palms of her hands, beckoned her forward with finger movements, indicating she should come and take her. Ellen too felt confident that she was Claudia’s equal. She wanted to show the redhead that the strong manner in which she had started the fight was how she intended to end it.
Each woman lusted to come to grips with her rival, Claudia standing fast, as Ellen moved forward, hands flexed into claws. Ellen moved within striking distance, and threw the first blow, which Claudia blocked. The redhead then leaned forward, absorbing one punch to her face, and grabbed Ellen by her shoulders and drove her back against the leather wall. With a dull thud, Ellen’s shoulder blades hit the red padding. There was a moment when, with Ellen pinned to wall, the two women froze, baring their teeth at each other inches apart. Then, before Claudia could drive home her advantage, the Dane growled, tensed her buttock and stomach muscles and thrust her pelvis up against her attacker.
It was a physically powerful gesture. Her stud glanced off the leather harness, just below Claudia’s green stud. Ellen’s blue stud then grazed against the green stud, Asoka’s juice ensuring that the rubber casings glided past each other. As they passed, damp labia and erect clitorises briefly made contact, sending both women’s fight lust surging into the red. The murmuring in the crowd grew, anticipating the savagery that was about to be unleashed.
Claudia seized her chance. Ellen, now bent back against the wall, was slightly off-balance after her powerful stabbing thrust. Claudia grasped the handles over Ellen’s hips and, taking a step backwards, pulled up hard. Claudia, with the same level of force that Ellen had expended, rammed her stud into the exposed pussy. The snub-nose of the stud caught Ellen’s clitoris just above the root, and then gouged its way along the length.
Claudia thrilled at the close connection between them. Ellen opened her mouth silently at first, so Claudia saw the pain in her eyes before she heard the bellowing growl of pain. Ellen’s hands found the handles on Claudia’s harness and tried to dislodge her. Claudia held Ellen close, savoring the power she held, the audience could see her bottom tensing as she rolled it, feeling for her target. She jabbed, twice, three times in slow succession, hanging on each note of the low groans and silently thrilled to the sharp squeal of pain that accompanied her final thrust.
Drugged with the powerful sensation of imminent victory, Claudia allowed herself to look up to the box where she knew her lover would be. She let go of the Dane’s handle with one hand, put it to her lips and blew a kiss to Asoka, who was watching glassy-eyed with excitement. Ellen struggled, and with a last effort thrust up at her tormentor, this time running her stud against Claudia’s clitoris at an angle. The redhead’s anger level flashed, and reasserting her grip on the handle, she first backed Ellen against the wall then spun her around. Still locked pussy-to-pussy Claudia backed her to the raised area at the center of the arena. All the while, Ellen was recovering and counter-thrusting, but Claudia was now in control. She was going to finish Ellen, no matter what level of resistance she met.
The audience was now baying for the end. Alexis and Karen both let out a low growl of aggression as Claudia thrust against the now prostrate Ellen for the first time. Karen whispered in a voice hoarse with emotion, “There’s nothing like watching a frenzied cxnting. I hope you are ready for that fuck-fight, Alexis.” Aroused to the limit by the action, Alexis hissed, “First, I want to see Claudia finish this bitch, then I am going to drain you, slut!”
On the other side of the arena, Beatrice was now standing behind Asoka and heard her murmur, “It’s Claudia, Claudia wants me most, I am so lucky, look how much she wants me, and I want her too, now!” Claudia was still ramming herself against Ellen. The gray-haired woman was now limp and open-mouthed, disoriented with pain. Suddenly, Claudia regained her self-control, and eased herself to a crouching position, hovering over her defeated rival.
Claudia unbuckled Ellen’s blue harness, and ripped it from her. Uncoiling her taut body, she slowly stood, holding it in one hand above her head to acknowledge the cheers of the audience. Looking up at Asoka, she tossed the harness into the area at the foot of her box. In true gladiatrix fashion, she next placed her foot on Ellen’s torso, as the lusty roars of approval from the crowd drowned out her moaning. Ellen rocked from side-to-side, clutching her throbbing mound.
A spotlight now picked out Claudia, panting and elated. She climbed out of the pit, leaving the defeated Ellen in the privacy of the semi-darkness as The Club doctor descended to treat her. Beatrice appeared with Asoka who embraced the triumphant Claudia. Nadine emerged to give Asoka a green silk gown to cover herself, signifying she was now Claudia’s.
Beatrice opened an envelope. “I have a message from the winner. Claudia let me know that if she won, she did, after all, not want Ellen expelled from The Club.” There was wild applause from the audience, partly for the magnanimity of the gesture and partly out of recognition for Ellen’s excellent display. “Claudia says that she is not sure she could ever find a more worthy rival! I think we all agree. I am sure she will make a full recovery and find other willing pupils. I look forward to seeing you all at the reception.”
There was further polite applause and the arena began to empty.
Alone at Last
Alexis and Karen left the ledge where they had been kneeling side-by-side and returned to opposite corners of the box. Outside, the excited chatter of the members started to fade as they left for the drinks party. Karen turned the lights to near darkness as she and Alexis waited for the privacy they wanted. At one point, they saw Nadine and the doctor walk past their box’s window. They were escorting Ellen, on her way to a room prepared for the loser. A place had already been booked for a few days recuperation in a health spa. In fact, two rooms had been prepared, as winners also sometimes needed medical care.
In the growing silence, as they waited for the crowd to disperse, the tension grew. Alexis and Karen stared at each other, their thoughts alternating between the drama they had just witnessed and the approaching sexfight. Karen broke the silence with a simple question that had no easy answer, “After all that’s happened tonight, how are you feeling?”
Alexis slowly reached into the ice bucket with the champagne bottle and picked up an ice cube. She then placed one foot up of the ledge, opening herself to Karen. With a brief, low intake of breath, she deftly applied the ice to her open pussy. Within seconds, the cube had melted to nothing, a few drops falling noiselessly onto the thick carpeting beneath.
Looking intently at Karen, she asked, “Does that answer your question?” Karen was also mentally re-running the film of the events over the last few hours: the verbal sparring with Alexis, the photo shoot, the fitting of their spurs, the sensation of pushing cold steel into her rival’s womanhood, and of the same feeling in reverse. Then there had been the immensely symbolic, sensual preparation for the fight between Claudia and Ellen, followed by the uninhibited savagery of the fight itself and the triumph of the winner. She reeled at the thought that she had watched all this side-by-side with the woman whom, in just a few weeks’ time, she was to face in the same way.
Karen now followed Alexis’ lead, acknowledging that she was at the same peak of excitement, the water from the melting ice trickled between her legs. The coldness relieved the throbbing intensity that had been building since the start of the evening. As the last members exited, they heard the sound of Nadine’s distinctive high-heeled boots pass by in the arena. She turned out the main lights, leaving only a faint glow in the box occupied by Karen and Alexis.
Alexis spoke as she rose, “I think it was good to cool off before we warm up again.” Immediately, she was standing over Karen, who anticipated what was to come by tilting her head upwards towards the blonde. Alexis gently, but firmly, took the back of Karen’s head in her open palm and lowered her mouth to meet Karen’s. The borderline between their rivalry and mutual physical attraction was porous, and the barriers were now completely down. The kiss utterly absorbed the couple, their tongues softly probed, as they tasted each other, a mixture of champagne and their own essence.
Karen shifted into the corner of the box, and Alexis straddled her, totally lost in the moment. Reaching up Karen cupped Alexis’ left breast with her right hand, palming the pale pink nipple. The sensual touch brought a quavering note of pleasure from Alexis, whose nipples were always highly sensitive. In return, the firm but erotic way Alexis caressed Karen’s back, while they maneuvered into a lying position, brought a low moan of pleasure from the redhead. Their lips brushed, and soft sighs and moans escaped the couple as they stroked and fondled like lovers. Indeed, under different circumstances they could have been lovers. There was also the fact that neither woman could sustain a long-term relationship without a strong element of rivalry. In order for Alexis to stay interested in a woman there needed to be a strong undercurrent of conflict.
After a few minutes, the searching tenderness started to warm into something more familiar and intense between them. A renewed tautness returned, as their bodies seemed to thaw, and urgency replaced the gentle movements. Gradually the sensual gave way to the sexual. Pink nipples hardened as they brushed against brown. Between their legs, a warm, viscous liquid started to flow over the last trace of the melted ice cubes. The pulsing drive returned to the centers of their feminine sexuality. They began to circle their hips and push towards each other. Inevitably, when the contact came it was electrifying. Instinctively they increased the tempo before Alexis, remembering their agreement, broke with Karen.
As she slipped from the bench Alexis again caught Karen’s scent, she smiled and asked enquiringly, “Ange ou Demon?” She smirked, “I wonder if you’ll be an angel or a demon when we tangle.” Karen responded in a hard precise voice, “There won’t be the slightest trace of angel in me tonight, as you are about to find out.” Alexis tensed, brushing her own left breast as she said cruelly, “I hope you are one hundred percent demon, the Bitch-Goddess wants a real workout. I doubt the angel could give me what I am looking for.”
Karen curled her lip, “Bitch-Goddess, hmmm, I suppose it’s half-right as a description of you. In my girls-only club in California I have two names…can you guess what they are?” The exchange was stoking the fire of conflict, Alexis sneered, “No, go on and surprise me.” Karen smirked, “Well, when I fight they call me the Slut-Slayer and when I sexfight, they call me the Bitch-Juicer. And a juicing is just exactly what the Bitch-Goddess has got coming to her right now!” With that, Karen walked up to Alexis and traced her left hand over her right breast.
Alexis reached out and took a handful of Karen’s hair, snarling, “OK, let’s get started and see who juices who.” In return, Karen grabbed Alexis’ hair in one hand, while the couple moved back towards the bench. Each planted a knee on the padded red leather while one foot remained on the thick carpeting. Karen urgently reminded Alexis of what they had agreed on, “Fingers first, then tongues, loser comes first.” Alexis interrupted, “Then we’ll go pussy-to-pussy until one of us is drained.”
They leaned into each other, urging each other to open up and to keep themselves open. Showing their confidence, each woman angled her pussy towards her rival, seemingly welcoming the urgent probing they knew would come. Small sighs escaped both women as each felt experienced fingers in her moist, pink flesh. They rested their chins on each other’s shoulder and prepared for the onslaught.
