FreeCatFights

50.000 $.
A tidy sum.
You've to do something for that.
For example, kill a 19-year-old bitch.
But why not?
She didn't have to compete.
But now it's too late for both of us.
I walk through the musty corridor to the small room where we'll fight for this money.
And only one of us will leave this room alive.
The other one will be left fucked and killed.
I stand in the doorway of the room and look around.
The red light from the cameras that will broadcast the fight to the sponsors shines every now and then.
The walls are a vibrant blue and the mats on the floor are gray.
I enter the room in a blue thong, go to the wall on the left and start to warm up.

(For the members:
We've agreed that you can bet on the winner.
The decision will be made in the fight alone).

The door opens and the 19-year-old girl enters.
The door slams shut.
I look at the door, I look at my victim.

"Ooh, what a shame!
If you hadn't let the door fall into the lock, you could still be running away now.
But so .... unfortunately I've to fuck and kill you!" I grin.
The speakers creak.
There are probably some final instructions before we start.
I try to breathe calmly, keep my nervousness in check and concentrate on what lies ahead.

There are no more unanswered questions.
One gets to fuck, one gets fucked.
One will kill, one will be killed.
Mercilessly.
There is no way out.
One last deep breath, hands raised in front of the body.
As soon as the words, let the fight begin, fade away, my counterpart pounces on me, death-defying.
Her sharp claws extended, aiming towards my face.
I let her come, pull up my outstretched leg and try to kick her between the thighs before she reaches me.
Will I be able to make my first exclamation mark and quickly gain an advantage?

Her eyes look at me in disbelief after the back of my foot hits her little pussy with a loud clap.
As she stumbles backwards, I follow her with quick steps.
I raise my right hand to shoulder height, my fist next to my head and when I'm close enough, I let my fist shoot forward.
I put all my strength into this blow and want to really hurt you.
I'm very sure right now that I'll end up stuffing the money in my pockets.

As I let my fist fly towards your head, you skillfully dodge my blow and I clearly miss my target.
You lunge forward, throwing your body against my
127 lbs and throwing me off balance.
My 5'7" falls backwards onto the mat and I'm confused for a few seconds.
You land hard on top of me, your weight squeezing the air out of my body.
Damn, how could this happen?
My hands are looking for a new target, searching for your mane, wanting to dig into your hair.

You seize the moment, manage to sit on my chest and your hands clap my face.
My cheeks turn red, hurting more with every slap.
You fend off my attempt to grab your hair.
I pull my feet close to my bottom and push my pelvis up.
As you tilt forward a little, I reach for your small breasts and claw my fingers into them.
I start to pull you down towards me and press my left foot into the canvas.
With a jerk, I try to turn us around.

I actually manage to turn you onto your back and lie on top of you.
I notice you trying to ram your knee into my back.
I lie on top of you, clutching your head and pulling your face between my breasts, trying to take your breath away.
"I'm going to finish you little cxnt!"
I hiss.
I can feel your warm breath on my skin.
You still have enough air.
Inside, I prepare myself for your fierce resistance.

I've the situation under control and I want to keep it that way.
But of course you resist, pushing back on your shoulders to pump air back into your lungs.
You try to hook your toes under my armpits and pull me backwards.
But I use this to grab your ankles and hold them tight.
Slowly my lap moves forward.
Pushes towards your face.
Moves over your chin.
My womanhood lowers itself onto your face and you can take in the scent of my horniness.
Because in my mind I can already see myself fucking you.

RIP Tristan........

I slide higher and higher, feeling your warm breath on my crotch.
Your white-painted fingernails dig deep into the flesh of my breasts and the first drops of blood begin to stain your fingernails red.
Tears run down my cheeks from the pain, but I try to bear it.
I grab your blonde hair and pull your face tighter against my lap. 
"Accept your fate! You will die now or a little later!"
I scream and hope that this miserable pain will end very soon.

Your resistance, your movements become weaker and weaker and finally your body creates.
I stand up and watch to see if you start breathing again.
Then you start to cough and I stand in front of one of the cameras.
"I want everything! And when this bitch regains consciousness, I'm going to take her and fuck her!" I say into the camera whose red light is flashing.
Then I pick up a Feeldoe lying ready, turn back to my opponent and wait for her to be ready to take the first part of her defeat.

I've arranged you like a Thanksgiving turkey on the mats.
Standing in front of you, I slowly push the Feeldoe into my pussy and moan softly.
"Are you ready? For one last beautiful feeling, for the last beautiful moment in your life?"
I ask and bend over you.
Let the artificial glans stroke your labia and look at you.

Quote from: Jacky on February 06, 2025, 10:07:03 PM
I've arranged you like a Thanksgiving turkey on the mats.
Standing in front of you, I slowly push the Feeldoe into my pussy and moan softly.
"Are you ready? For one last beautiful feeling, for the last beautiful moment in your life?"
I ask and bend over you.
Let the artificial glans stroke your labia and look at you.

I withdraw the post as I seem to have misunderstood Tristan.

I grab your thighs, hold your legs down and your cxnt up.
My Feeldoe sinks down onto your labia, the glans splits your labia.
I push the artificial cock inside you and start to plow it through your fuck meat.
"Enjoy it, you little whore" I say, moaning softly as the thickening on my side arouses me.

I look triumphantly at dircin's face while the movements of my hips become faster. The piston plows faster and faster, harder and harder through the flesh of your womanhood. My face takes on devilish features as my pelvis slaps against your ass over and over again.

I fuck you harder, let my lap slap against your ass and you moan louder and louder
I keep going until you come wriggling, screaming, squirting under me.
I savor this triumph to the full.
When you have the last orgasm of your life behind you, I pull out the Feeldoe. After I have freed myself from the dildo, I place my fingers between your ass cheeks and begin to insert my fist into your ass.

After I've overcome the natural muscular obstacles, I start to fuck you.
Hard!
Brutally!
Barbaric!
Fuck your ass and enjoy the spectacle of humiliation, pain and suffering.
I enjoy this game, your suffering for a while before I end it abruptly.
I stand above you, looking at you,
a heap of misery.
"Tristan!
It's time for my last act in this fight.
Are you ready?
I hope you've made your peace".

I step next to your head, grab your hair and pull you to your knees by your mane.
Hear your plea.
My face is petrified, I don't show how much it affects me.
Now it's about my credibility.
I kneel behind you and put my left arm around you.
With my right I grab your chin.
"You were great!"
Then I yank your head hard to the right and it cracks.

I let your body sink to the floor.

How bout a sexy victory pose? Jacky is just too smokin' to give a foot to face double bicep pose for the mesmerized on lookers. Looking down then saying "Next"! No doubt this isn't the last rival to be left in Jacky's sexy wake!

Quote from: snw on February 12, 2025, 02:04:04 AM
How bout a sexy victory pose? Jacky is just too smokin' to give a foot to face double bicep pose for the mesmerized on lookers. Looking down then saying "Next"! No doubt this isn't the last rival to be left in Jacky's sexy wake!

;)  Maybe next time! :-*

Tristan!
I thank you for granting me this fight.
I'll gladly grant you revenge.

Otherwise, every woman in this forum is welcome to apply for a poll fight.

:-*