Combat
by Eko
Part II: Hard Way and Nice Way

You did well in Combat and had picked up the pace. You were trained by Mitch, which happened to be Angela’s husband. On the plus side, you got the best trainer and manager team on your side. On the minus side, you wouldn’t be able to have sex with the alluring Angela. Still, she’s a great friend and patron, and otherwise you had plenty more women to deal with – in the cage.

You’ve learnt that the organizer chose into their rosters men who had 40-60% chance of winning their matches. In other words, they didn’t choose the finest fighters. The goal was of course not only to keep the salary ceiling low, but to ensure that most of matches could go either way. Despite your victories, you’ve learnt that you weren’t put in an easy league – it’s just that you were better than most other male fighters.

Tonight you were billed against a veteran, a mid-30s woman called Samantha. She had been in the league since its beginning, but had always been sitting in the middle table. She was a fitting opponent for you – a mediocre performer who had plenty of experiences, pitted against a rising star.

Samantha flaunted her beauty and body when she appeared, putting her hands on her hips, crossing her leg as if she posed for a pageant, and smiling at the audience. She had tanned skin and wavy blonde hair. Then she launched a smile at you that was on the borderline of being seductive and patronizing.

At the bell, she adopted a wrestling pose. Right, so she would use grapple and locks as her main arsenals. She slapped her palms and challenged you for a test of strength, while keeping on her winning smile. You got closer to her, seemingly agreed for the challenge, but at the last moment you launched a punch to her face.

Unfortunately, she had anticipated it, grabbed your arm and slammed you to the ground. She sat on top of you and punched your face repeatedly. Then she picked you by throat, forced you to stand, and launched her knee at your stomach. Then she hammered your back with her double fist, held your face and again smashed you to the ground head first. As you were holding your head, she kicked your ribs and stomped your dick. You held it in pain.

She pulled you up, grabbed your waist and hugged your ribs tightly. You hit her ears simultaneously with your fists and headbutted her nose. While she was holding it, you grabbed her locks and kneed her belly several times. You swung her hair and threw her to the cage, breasts first. You ran and grabbed her waist. You lifted her with all your power and smashed her pussy with an atomic drop. Her painful expression, her primal screams, and your breathtaking counterstrike excited the audience.

You let go off her to take a breath and let the audience savor their cheers while she was on her knees, holding her pussy in indescribable agony. She closed her eyes and her mouth and nostril were frantically taking breaths. Your dick was already engorged, erected, and raging. So you lifted her by armpits and slammed her to the ground. You rode on her, pulling her head and forced her to eat you.

Your virility was streaming down into her throat. You were wondering if the bell had been ringing only you hadn’t heard it. Unfortunately she ate you literally – she was biting hard on your penis. You screamed loudly and arched your back and head. She used her legs to catch your neck from the ground, and then shifted her weight to bring you down.

Despite the pain, you were able to bend your knee and pedaled your foot to slam her face with your heel, forcing her to release the bite. You kicked her face once more. Her legs grip was weakened. You elbowed her side and she released you. Finally, you put all the power to your elbow and slammed her ovaries. She let go a terrifying scream and jumping, madly rolling around the ground in fetal position.

You held your manhood in pain while Samantha was in hell. You lifted her from the back and suplexed her to the cage again. You approached her, who was now sitting down, cornered - and you kicked her crotch. She was crying uncontrollably and begged at you ‘Please…please no more…oh God…please have mercy…”

You bitch-slapped her face, and she was wailing pathetically, more like a young prostitute than a seasoned wrestler. You locked her legs with your arms and violated her with her head was pinned to the ground. You exploded inside her. The bell had been rung. You let go of her, shoved her head and raised your arms, leaving Samantha’s wrecked body and sobbing voice behind. Nothing personal, just entertainment and competition. Perhaps it was also a warning to both Nadia and Natasha that worse things would happen to them when you have caught up with them.

“You know what, Samantha’s retired,” Angela said with a smile.

“Man, guess I was too rough on her…”

“Well, about time…you ended her career in style and your rep had been significantly pumped as a career-killer. And an on-stage rapist,” She said in easygoing tone.

You cringed at her choice of words. Seemed she had also done inhumane violence toward other men, or women. Or perhaps she just enjoys seeing other women being humiliated.

“Your next opponent is a rising star too. Her name is Fox.”

Fox was a young black girl with a model’s smile and body. Her fighting style was boxing and she strutted around before you. You tried to hit her from distance with your foot but she was able to evade it and moved close to you, launching a one-two lightning jabs. She followed with a smashing knee to your belly and finished with a hook. You fell down. If this was a boxing match, that’d be a total humiliation. She stood before you, nodding her head at you and saying “that’s right,”

Then she kicked your shoulder with her gorgeous leg. You rolled to evade the second kick. She ran and tried to kick you again. You caught her foot. She tried to maintain her balance. You pulled her foot away further. The result was a painful forced split for her. She was screaming, holding her pulled thigh muscles. You immediately rose and struck her head with a Muay Thai style sidekick. She was on the ground, holding her head and seemed to be in great pain. You stepped away from her, seemingly giving her time to recover.

When she had rose and still shaking her head, you’ve been too close to her for comfort. You smashed her chin with an uppercut, launching sprays of water, saliva, and blood from her mouth, accompanied with a gurgled sound coming out of her throat. Then she fell down like a rock, eyes closed, and her dyed bronze hair spreading on the ground.

You didn’t believe it. You had knocked her out so easily despite her powerful attacks. The bell has rung and you felt your victory came too easily. The audience, thankfully, had been used to matches that ended so quickly so they still applauded your KO victory.

Angela visited your place several days later, and she brought along Fox. The Fox said that she felt grateful that you defeated her with a quick KO. She had known what you had done with your previous opponents. After dinner, Angela made an indecent proposal with you. You’ve made a name among the female fighters as one of the most good looking – and sexiest – male fighters. Since you seemed enjoying having sex on the cage with the vanquished women, it seemed pity to miss on Angela’s perfect body. Angela said Fox had agreed, with the condition that she’d be on top. No other strings attached.

“Does her manager know this?” you asked. Angela just smiled. You then asked if she was also Fox’s manager. She said no. You two went to see Fox and asked her about it. She expressed her consent and gave you an irresistible bedroom look.

Angela left you with two messages. She wanted everyone to be back on stage in one piece – if Fox tried to maim you for revenge, it’d be a pity and would create a bad reputation for Angela, and so it should not happen. Secondly, you – and her – must not pursue the relationship further by tomorrow. Tonight’s just sex; and it’s alright if you become good friends. But bear in mind that you two maybe have to fight each other again in the ring; or a guy would treat Fox roughly in the name of entertainment and competition and you would take it personally. Other than that, she said she’s done you a big favor. With those words, she left for home.

With Fox on your top, she licked your nipples and torso like an ice cream. She rode you with full gusto, her strong inner tissue clamping your manhood tightly. After playing with her own dark nipples, she kept her hands on her hips, held her eyes shut and controlled her breathing. Her sighs, sweats, thick lips, and erected tip of tongue motivated you to satisfy her to the max.

When you two were exploding, she arched backward, moving her fingers all over her curves. After the rush went down, she rose and shifted her body, with her lower body facing your face, inviting you to suck her. You two sucked each other’s genitalia greedily. She moved her body sideway. God, her nectar was so delicious.

“I’ve changed my mind, baby…now you could be on top…I’m yours tonight…” she said in pants after your second orgasms. You smiled and rose to pin her. You kissed and licked her all the way from ears, necks, breasts, belly, to her thighs and delicious womanhood. You gave her a great French kiss while entering her.

“Oooh….ooooh….oooo God….oh yeah….baby….argh…AAAHH…GOOODDD…” and so on. Again the condom bore the brunt while you were pressing her flower between your masculinity and her bottom.

In the morning again you two had sex on the shower, but that was it. As Angela said, the night had over. She left after breakfast. In an hour Angela called to check if you were alone. Now it’s back to business – and move on to the other bitches.