Katsumi and Suki fight over Alexis in front of her!
Offering to the Goddess
Suki and Katsumi released each other’s arms, but gripped each other in their gaze. The trio moved towards the far exit and the elevator bank that would take them to the chamber above. Alexis cast a last glance at Karen, who was still naked and, a hand to her strap-on, thrust it threateningly at Alexis, who in return tossed her head and turned her back, and followed the rival suitors into the elevator.
As the doors closed, the tension of the confined space combined with the desire of the two opponents to come to grips with each other threatened to spill over into outright aggression. Alexis decided to refocus their attention and stoke the atmosphere by slipping deftly out of her evening dress. Naked, except for shoes and a thong, she shed her evening dress in a corner. She was quietly pleased to see Katsumi’s entranced reaction, as her nostrils flared and eyes widened. With her left hand, Alexis twisted a breast and she dropped her right hand to her pussy.
Alexis thought what a good match Katsumi was for Suki. She knew Suki wanted a chance to prove herself. Never having seen Suki in action, Alexis was curious to see if she deserved her reputation for creativity and cruelty. As if in answer to Alexis’ silent speculation, Suki showed the backs of her hands to Katsumi. “Did you do as we agreed?”
Katsumi showed her hands in response. They had cut their nails back to the quick.
Suki, by way of partial explanation, said to Alexis, “We are going to go “tiger-bitch,” it’s an Asian thing. You’ll understand when you see it.”
Katsumi was already flexing her fingers in preparation.
The elevator reached the fifth floor. Alexis gestured to Katsumi to pick up her dress and swept off leaving the two rivals to follow her through the double doors of the chamber. It was a windowless room. The lighting was subdued and the heating was clearly on. Jayne had asked Jacqui to make sure there was a good sheen on the fighters. Jayne felt strongly that real combat should make women sweat.
The layout was unaltered from earlier. Next to the bed, there was a rack from which hung, leather straps, whips, masks and cufflinks. The throne stood in a faint spotlight. Next to the throne was the day bed. On it were two identical gift-wrapped boxes. One labeled “Bitch-Goddess” and the other “Winner.”
Alexis stood before her throne. Her nipples were visibly erect and she confirmed the moisture she felt by slipping her hand into her thong and licking the sweet, clear liquid from her fingers. She indicated to Katsumi and Suki to stand in front of each other. A coldness entered Alexis’ voice, underpinned by a tremor of lust.
“Suki, show Katsumi what you’ve got.” Facing Katsumi, Suki calmly and imperiously removed her dress and stepped out of her panties, and after kicking off her shoes, with hands on hips she thrust her pubis towards her rival. Alexis nodded at Katsumi to follow suit. With a faint snarl on her lips, Katsumi seemed to be desperate to be out her clothes while controlling the rage that was clearly welling within her. Once naked, she too angled her pussy at Suki and rubbed herself until her clitoris was stiff and moist.
Excited as she was by the latent sex and violence, Alexis moved in a stately fashion between the two women. Simultaneously her hands reached for each pussy. Katsumi’s first touch from Alexis was directly to her engorged clit. Her head rolled back and she let out a stifled groan. Alexis withdrew both hands and raised the sticky index fingers to her mouth. Then dropping to her own pussy, she moistened her fingers in her own juices. Crossing hands she then fed each woman a heady combination of her own juices, mixed with that of her rival.
She then backed up to the daybed. She looked at Katsumi and gracefully beckoned her forward. Looking pointedly at Suki she said, “I know you, I want to know her.” So saying she kissed Katsumi, her hands caressing then grasping her buttocks as she pulled her close. As she felt Katsumi respond she pushed her back firmly, and then Alexis lowered herself onto the daybed, she parted her legs inviting the Japanese to kneel. Kneeling, Katsumi slowly leaned forward and, breaking eye contact, she focused on Alexis’ pussy. With a sigh, she brought her tongue into play, running it along the length of Alexis’ clitoris, causing the object of her worship a slight intake of breath.
Looking at Suki, Alexis said, “I want her to know what she might win or lose.” The pace of Katsumi’s licking and her sounds of pleasure audibly increased. Alexis tilted her head back slightly and exhaled sharply. She allowed her to continue for a minute, looking at Suki, letting her know that her rival was serious competition as a lover. Teetering on the edge of orgasm, she regained her composure and then pushed Katsumi’s head back from between her legs and waved her back to the fighting area.
Katsumi, clearly thrilled by her contact and bursting with confident aggression, walked up to Suki, who was now boiling with jealous fury. Katsumi, angling her head to one side, said in a stage whisper, “Taste her on me, it may be your last time.”
Suki aggressively complied, running her tongue around Katsumi’s mouth, the scent of Alexis mixing with Katsumi’s light jasmine-based perfume. Suddenly, Katsumi let out a sharp cry. Suki’s right hand had found her clit and was working it feverishly.
Before Katsumi could respond, Alexis clapped her hands loudly. “I wish you to agree on the rules and the prize and forfeits before you start!”
The two women took a step apart and faced her. Suki spoke first. “I suggest that the winner takes the loser here in this room.”
Katsumi responded, “I agree! I also propose that the winner continues until she is utterly satisfied.” Pausing for effect, Katsumi added, “Even if it takes the rest of the weekend!”
Suki interjected bitchily, “I’ll tire of fucking a limp, juiceless slut like you in a couple of hours.”
Katsumi barely just managed to control her urge to throw herself at Suki.
Alexis smiled thinly. The tension simmered. Enjoying her control over these magnificent naked rivals, she spoke after a sustained silence. “I propose that the winner invites me to join her when she feels the time is ready. I will then pleasure myself with winner and loser as I see fit. I may listen to the requests of the winner if they please me. As for the loser, a woman who does not honor the Bitch-Goddess with a victory deserves only to be treated as a fuck-toy.”
Moving to the daybed, she picked up the box with her name on it. Inside was a strap-on of the same design as worn by Natasha and her followers. Its built-in sensors noted the arousal and responded to orgasm with jets of artificial sperm in proportion to the intensity. A small card simply read, “Happy Birthday.” Suki, Birgit and Beatrice had signed it.
She removed the device and, holding the lengthy black shaft by it straps, she raised it above her head. Picking up the second gift box marked “winner” that clearly contained a second shaft, her voice cracking slightly with the thought of the forthcoming fight, she stated coldly, “I need to see which of you wants to wear this the most. In the absence of a submission, my decision on the winner will be final. Say now if either of you is not woman enough to fight and fuck the other to a standstill!” So saying Alexis took her seat on the throne. The remote-controlled cameras were silently lowered into the fighting area and lights dimmed elsewhere in the room.
There was silence as Suki, half-crouching, moved sideways down into the shallow depression that was the fighting area. Crooking her arms, she beckoned with both hands for Katsumi to join her. In the soft spotlight, the two women circled. Alexis could hear Katsumi speaking softly in Japanese, taunts or threats, she could not tell. She knew from her own experience that Suki and Katsumi would now focus totally on the fight. They were about to be as intimate as lovers, it would be the most intense, physical and mental experience. Their sinews tensed for the inevitable, coming clash. Alexis felt herself breathe deeply and she instinctively flexed her fingers, her own automatic identification with women about to fight fiercely.
Slowly Suki and Katsumi closed. Katsumi stretched out an arm, signaling to Suki to come to grips in a hold. Suki moved quickly, and tried to throw Katsumi off balance. An angry snarling emerged from the two women as they toppled to the floor rolling over, breaking and rising to circle again. A second time they closed. Each grabbed her opponent with one arm around the small of her back with the left hand, right hands balled into fists, each punching her opponent hard as they held each other close. Grunts of pain and satisfaction rose from the struggling forms. Alexis knew that the taste of her pussy in both their mouths would add an extra edge to their fight.
Alexis felt the slickness of her pussy as the first moisture beaded in the pink folds. Part of her wanted to replace Suki, to take the Japanese girl, hear her moan, feel her spend, watch her pupils dilate as she came. The other part of her loved the idea that this exciting, visceral struggle was over her. She was pleased to have the opportunity to see Suki prove herself. She understood how badly Suki had wanted to show what she could do. She also wondered what going “tiger-bitch” meant and how long she would have to wait to find out.
As the two women shoved and jostled, locked in an increasingly violent clinch, it became difficult to stay on their feet. With arms wrapped around waists, they toppled to the black padded floor. Briefly stunned, Katsumi reacted first. On her back, her head at Suki's feet, Katsumi grasped Suki's hair and pulled her face forward between her legs. With only a moment to respond, Suki wrapped her left leg around Katsumi's neck. Katsumi, in return, eased the grip on her head just long enough to pull it more fully between her thighs. Then grabbing Suki’s luxuriant hair she pulled her head towards her cxnt, then tightened and squeezed hard with her thighs.
Suki found breathing difficult wedged against Katsumi’s sex, and she was vaguely aware of the scent of it, as she fought to free herself. Suki frantically used her other leg as a lever to force her back by arching her back. She repeated the arch move and, feeling the first signs of the hold loosening, Suki renewed her attack. Suki’s filed-down fingers raked and gouged the firm, smooth skin of Katsumi’s thighs. Then, as her thighs opened further and her cxnt became more exposed, she savagely raked down the slit, catching Katsumi’s prominent clitoris.
With a short yelp, Katsumi released her and the two rolled away from each other. Catching Katsumi in her womanhood gave Suki a hot, delicious, sexual rush now visible from both her engorged nipples and her own rapidly stiffening clit. Katsumi knelt and felt for her own clit. Using two fingers, she parted her labia. Above them cameras zoomed in to capture the stiff pink bud. She looked haughtily and defiantly at Suki. “Are you woman enough to go tiger-bitch with me now, slut?”
In response, Suki knelt on one knee and opened herself, her own clit jutting defiantly toward its rival. “Yes, I think it’s time. Try to hurt me as hard as I am going to hurt you. You’ll be too bruised to enjoy fucking or grinding for weeks when I’ve finished with you.” All the time during this exchange of threats, both women were flexing their fingers. Alexis was intrigued. Standing up she walked to the edge of the fighting area to get a better view.
Katsumi offered, “Why don’t we get to know each other before we get serious?”
Suki smirked, “Proposal accepted, I like to search before I destroy.”
They closed, each kneeling on one leg, left hand on the back of the other’s neck, their right seeking the other’s pussy. Katsumi tentatively kissed Suki who responded aggressively, their tongues fighting an energetic skirmish. Meanwhile their hands were probing. Suki was teasing her middle finger along the length of the Katsumi’s clitoris. At the same time, her rival was seeking the root of Suki’s, hooking her fingers to get the right purchase. They were looking at each other for signs of reaction or weakness. They only encountered a mirror image of their own determination and highly charged sexuality. Fingers probed feverishly, each seeking the center of her rival’s sex.
In other circumstances, this could be the prelude to lovemaking rather than warfare. By mutual agreement, they both rose to their feet. Each woman rested her head on her rival’s shoulder, and leaned into each other. Suki, showing her confidence and lack of fear whispered to Katsumi in Japanese to tell her when she was ready to start. Katsumi waited for a few seconds as she got her fingers ready to grip. Eye to eye, they probed for the best position.
Katsumi then issued a short “Hai!” and they both started to pull and twist. Their footing shifted erratically as they staggered this way and that, in a slow, sensuous dance of pain and endurance. Growling, snarling sounds issued from the two women as their bodies lifted as they pulled and tugged each other’s sex.
It was the noise as well as the ferocity of the tiger that had given rise to the name “tiger-bitch” for this type of fighting. It is almost impossible to suppress the vocalization of primal rage and pain involved in such fights. Originating in China, tiger-bitch was a traditional way that female rivals determined disputes over lovers. The fact that it left no outward mark had recommended it as a dispute resolution mechanism in a culture where women were not supposed to be aggressive. In this way, fights could be vicious and kept secret.
Alexis found the vicious spectacle utterly arousing. She fantasized about being in Suki’s place, envying her the exhilaration of such a primal and feminine combat. She imagined the pain and sensitivity of her own swollen clitoris. She thrilled at the idea that her rival would be feeling the same. The intense competition excited her natural aggressiveness. In a fight over a sexual partner, it seemed natural to attack your rival’s womanhood, in order to diminish her as a lover. As the two females sought to crush and bruise each other’s clitoris, Alexis’ busy fingers probed her own leaking pussy.
The growling noise stopped for a moment, though neither woman released her grip. Standing on tiptoe, each woman had snaked an arm around the other’s back. It was an armed truce. Each woman was panting. Katsumi said something in Japanese to which Suki replied, “I’ll rip yours out first.”
Clearly, the aggression was reaching a new level.
In a stage whisper Suki hissed, “You only want to rip my clit out because you are not woman enough to go clit-to-clit with me. You know I have the best clit and pussy. You fear me, don’t you?”
Katsumi hissed and pushed Suki back. Moving to the edge of the fighting area, she then stood with one leg on the rim. As the pale spotlight followed her it picked out her puffy labia and swollen bud, hard and fully aroused by the stimulation and the excitement of the fight. It was a clear challenge that Suki quickly accepted, lowering herself to the ground. Katsumi and Suki menacingly opened themselves to each other.
Pulling apart their labia their pink horns stood defiantly menacing each other, only inches apart. Suki closed hers to within an inch of Katsumi’s, in response, Katsumi edged hers to almost touching. She smiled thinly at the Japanese fighter. Suki then showed both Alexis and Katsumi a technique neither had seen before. With her index finger and middle on either side of her pussy, she alternated pressure on first one side then the other. Her clitoris started to move from side to side, faster and faster as she moved her fingers.
A jolt of adrenalin shot through both women as Suki brought her spike into contact with Katsumi’s who moaned loudly. Being an experienced sexfighter Katsumi quickly copied the motion. Soon the clitorises were in permanent, rapid friction against one another. The motion was remorselessly pleasurable and each knew it was now a race to bring the other off first.
Instead of looking Suki in the eye, the sight of the jousting clits mesmerized Katsumi. The pain of the mauling had transferred itself into a sensitivity that intensified her pleasure that was pushing her to the brink. The rapid flicking of the two centers of female sexuality now released a steady flow of juice and the twitches of impending orgasm.
Suki sensed the weakness: “Katsumi, show the Bitch-Goddess how you spill your juice…”
Katsumi raised her eyes and caught Suki’s gaze who, twisting the knife, added, “Spill it for her, bitch!”
At that second, Alexis moved forward to get a better view. Katsumi caught a glimpse of Alexis’ shapely, taut torso and her index finger idling on her clitoris. The sight was too much. The tremors of orgasm broke in a convulsive wave, and Katsumi howled. She released a slick of juice over Suki’s pussy, withdrawing her fingers from her pussy while Suki’s clit continued to drum insistently against hers.
Rolling backwards and still moaning, within a second Suki was on top of her at right angles over her crotch. She swiftly lowered herself and ground hard and fast, re-establishing the contact that had just been broken. Katsumi went into spasm again but started to counter-thrust, her teeth bared in a gesture of defiance. The aggression redoubled as Suki grabbed Katsumi’s hair and pulled her face towards her own. A second groan and slew of juice betrayed Katsumi to be in the grip of a multiple orgasm.
Suki ground even harder and faster and, looking up she too saw Alexis transfixed by her ardently competing suitors. She wondered how close she was to coming. The moaning beneath Suki continued and all of a sudden, she sensed a jet of warm liquid jetting flooding her pussy. Katsumi had come so hard she had utterly lost control. In The Club rulebook, a woman who could not rule her bladder had lost the right to continue. The moan of lust turned to a wail of defeat!
Alexis was not a natural spectator and immediately took the opportunity to declare Suki the winner and interpose herself in the action. Katsumi was unlikely to have recovered sufficiently to defeat her more experienced opponent. Her aggression, confidence and skill had proved to be no match for Suki, who now stood and, grasping Katsumi by the hair, pulled her behind her to the edge of the fighting area. Pulling upwards on the black bobbed hair with its single blond lock, she forced Katsumi’s face to her pussy.
Any reluctance on Katsumi’s part quickly dissipated, and soon her tongue was working busily on the victor’s pussy. Suki threw back her head reveling in Katsumi’s skillful attention and the undeniable fact she had complied with the Bitch-Goddess’ request to “defeat a slut in hot-blooded combat”. Suki released her grasp as she felt hands on her buttocks, as Katsumi pulled her towards her, now eating hungrily. The fact that the slut was hot-bodied was also playing through Suki’s mind. She was going to enjoy her, and doubly so if Alexis was to keep the promise “to do her together”.
A moment later Suki felt first lips on her throat, followed by the edge of teeth. Alexis was behind her whispering in her ear. “The Bitch-Goddess wishes you to pleasure yourself with your pretty fuck-toy. The Goddess wants to take part in the offering. Offer her to me when you are ready.” Suki felt a collection of straps brush against her front and dangle down to touch the head of the hungrily licking Katsumi. She grasped them. They were the strap-on for the winner and a black leather collar with a leash.
Alexis stepped back and returned to seat herself in the chair throne now facing the low leather-upholstered daybed. Suki put the collar round Katsumi's neck and led her on all fours up onto the dais. In a few more seconds, she had stepped into the strap-on harness. She could tell the reservoir was full because of the weight. She was glad as she meant to flood this slut-bitch’s pussy. In Japanese, she told her that she was going to get a “bukkake” drenching. Katsumi whimpered, mainly from lust, but also because she knew she had lost control of what was likely to be an extreme experience. She so wanted to be sharing Suki with Alexis or to be taken by Alexis in front of Suki, not to be at their pleasure – a fuck-toy, though she knew how intense and pleasurable the experience could be.
Once Suki had attached the shaft, she pulled Katsumi level with it and pushed the tip into her mouth, rocking her pelvis and enjoying watching the black bobbed head working lustily. She meant to save face by a bravura performance. The length with the sensors registered Suki’s pleasure and the fake cock jerked and throbbed in her defeated rival’s mouth, without shooting. Suki was saving her pleasure for later.
Suki moved to the low daybed. Legs spread, she gestured to Katsumi to turn her face away. In Japanese, she ordered Katsumi to lower herself onto the shaft, now pointing almost at a right angle to the ceiling. Suki expertly guided the first inch in eliciting a whimper of pleasure from Katsumi, then holding her hips pulled her down as she arched upwards, impaling her deeply. Suki next pushed her further back, her feet now off the floor and on the daybed as she drove piston-like in and out of the Japanese now wailing with pleasure. After a minute Suki threaded her legs through Katsumi's, pinning her at each ankle and spread-eagling her arms.
The black cock was deep in Katsumi, her tight hole stretched and her prominent clitoris, already the focus of much friction, stood exposed to Suki’s expert right hand. Her middle and index fingers played expertly and soon Katsumi was spending again. Alexis knew Suki’s skill in this area well. She managed to tear her eyes away from Katsumi’s cxnt long enough to realize Suki was inviting her to join her to enjoy her defeated rival.
Suki taunted her, “Tiger-bitch, are you? Well I suppose you are catty and a bitch, but you’re really more kitten than big cat. I hope this kitty likes cream because she’s going to get shot full of it tonight!”
At this comment, Alexis reached for her strap-on, but then paused. The exposed clitoris looked so inviting. She felt her own and dropped the strap-on. She then selected a blindfold, tossing it at Suki. “I am not sure this slut kitten should be allowed to look at the Goddess pleasuring herself. That is only for winners who honor her with an offering.”
Suki slipped the blindfold onto her captive.
Alexis had had enough of watching others fight and fuck today, especially her hated rival Karen who had publicly enjoyed a powerful orgasm. She wanted hers now! Alexis selected the optimum angle, crouching at forty-five degrees; one foot between Katsumi’s spread legs with the other along her torso on the right side. Parting her labia, she moved gently, running the tip of Katsumi’s clitoris along the length of her own. Her juices coated the throbbing bud, and as she became more aroused, she could feel Katsumi’s heartbeat through the sensitive flesh.
The sensation brought out Alexis’ own “tiger-bitch.” The delicate maneuver over, the frenzied clitoral grinding began, fetching groans and screams of ecstasy from Katsumi, as Alexis steadied herself on her chest. Alexis shouted at Suki to hold the bitch still as she reached her first climax. Suki obliged and thrust Katsumi up at Alexis so that their clits were in total contact. Both the goddess and her offering howled their orgasms. Only the physical effort required to hold both goddess and loser kept Suki from coming. However, she too was now ready for her winner’s reward.
Alexis withdrew from the daybed, pausing only to feel the wetness and to pinch her nipples that were now sensitive in her post-orgasmic state. She reached for the strap-on and fitted it to herself. Suki rolled Katsumi off her and offered Alexis the recumbent position on the daybed. Suki then maneuvered Katsumi onto the fresh shaft to face down at Alexis, though the loser remained blindfolded so could not gaze at the object of her desire. Alexis knew that Suki would have something interesting to offer to her.
Suki ran her hands along the length of her shaft. She twisted a breast looking down at the taut, tanned bottom. Alexis assumed Suki was going to take Katsumi anally, so she was surprised to feel the tip of Suki’s shaft nudging urgently at the bottom of her own cock. Suki was saying something to Katsumi in Japanese. Alexis felt Katsumi shift and moan as Suki pushed the shaft deeper into her, running along her own fake cock. Suki began to rock slightly, trying to ensure she was up to the hilt in Katsumi. Suki aligned her shaft with Alexis’ who had also pushed in deeper.
They were really stretching Katsumi’s tight pussy, though the loser seemed to relish her fate. They reached the desired depth. The sensors made the cocks twitch reflecting the tension that both women felt. Katsumi gave a long moan of lust, followed by a squealed request to fuck her hard! Suki, with one foot on the red leather of the daybed and the other on the floor, duly grabbed a handful of hair and started to thrust in and out. Alexis at first found it hard to get a rhythm but after a minute, the two were working harmoniously, their poise and body strength enabling them to keep up a continuous scream of lust from Katsumi.
Alexis realized that Katsumi was really an incidental in this ménage a trois. She and Suki were making love through her. Both felt the twitching in their false cocks become more frequent, presaging the torrent of fake sperm, though there was nothing artificial about the orgasm that was welling. Alexis held Suki’s eye and the tempo increased. As her own spasms of pleasure increased, she could not help thinking about Karen in the arena, jetting come in her direction. Alexis felt certain that this had been intentional. It was actually this thought that pushed Alexis over the edge, and her howl of lust joined Katsumi's groan of pleasure.
Above both of them Suki was shouting at Katsumi that she was her “bukkake bitch” as she ploughed hard and deep. The artificial shafts twitched rapidly and then spurt after spurt followed. Alexis and Suki felt their cocks pushing and throbbing against each other. Alexis, at the bottom of the trio, thrilled as the artificial serum mixed with female juice ran out of the shrieking Katsumi, and trickled over her pussy and the cleft of her bottom. Such was the intensity of the pleasure that they had totally emptied their reservoirs. This was a real feat as the libidinous Natasha had them designed to last a whole night of lust!
Eventually Suki withdrew her strap-on and rolled Katsumi off Alexis. Katsumi lay on her back moaning, her hands still toying with her pussy. There was some light applause from Jayne, Birgit and Beatrice, standing in the shadows enjoying Suki’s victory fuck. Jayne apologized for intruding but said she believed she had forgotten a package for the party. She then handed a small felt bag to Suki who opened it and, smiling, took out a pair of scissors. Suki then bent over Katsumi, still blindfolded and panting. Aware something was happening Katsumi looked up but could not see the scissors snip away the lock of hair Katsumi had dyed in homage to Alexis.
She did feel the slap that accompanied the gesture.
