Starla 13181

A Trip to the Continent.
The Bacchanal in Berlin: part #1

THAT EVENING
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Stepping out of the elevator and making her way down the hall to the holding room Starla found herself again retracing the events of the past few weeks. Of course the DVD that Cecilia had received from the Countess had been the start of it. Depicting activities in Germany that were similar to those that Cecilia provided in Havana it had also extended an invitation for them to come to where it had been produced for the purpose of observing them taking place. An invitation they’d accepted and in due course they’d arrived at the locus of the Countess’s domain in what had once been an old hotel in the industrial suburbs of a major European city.

Which in some respects had been a bit of an anachronism in itself. Not that it wasn’t all still slightly grand but the encroachment of time and the surrounding factories and warehouses had pretty much rendered just the interior of it with it’s high ceilings and modern accommodations to be much of a surprise. Their suite had been comfortable though and after a much needed rest after they’re long trip they’d accepted the Countess’s invitation to meet with her the following morning in one of the side rooms off of the main floor lobby. For that they’d worn the short silk smocks and wedge heeled half sandals that had been provided, attire which not unintentionally displayed every aspect of their purposefully muscular physics and when they’d arrived for their audience they’d found her waiting for them along with another female both attired in similar fashion.

She’d reached the door to the holding room now though and with the sting oil beginning to do it’s thing and knowing that she’d soon begin to experience the effects of the special liquor she’d consumed entered and silently waited for the door to slide shut and lock behind her. There’d be nothing to do now but wait while the furies of the liquor built up within her and while a wall mounted TV depicted the sorority and their companions and guests taking a selection of refreshments in the adjacent arena room she felt more inclined to let her thoughts remain on the events that had brought her here.

It had taken a few moments for the four of them to size each other up but then the Countess had introduced the other female as Greta and waving them to an adjoining couch said she was pleased they’d accepted her invitation. She’d also asked if they’d spent a comfortable night and after reassuring her that they had she’d said that under the circumstances they might have some questions. Not that she’d really waited for an answer going on to say that considering that their reputations had preceded them she also assumed that they probably already knew most of the answers. She’d then gone on to say that since their interests probably extended beyond just watching what was about to take place and considering that the rewards for actively participating were probably in line with their expectations they might wish to consider an invitation to involve themselves in several of the selected activities. Having anticipated her they’d assured her that they were and she’d replied that since that was the case perhaps a further explanation of how those activities were conducted might now be helpful.

Pausing for a moment as if considering how to describe a certain point she’d gone on to say. As you already know the style of exhibition fighting we are known to purvey is not only highly exciting but also it has a strong sexual element underlying it which serves as the basis for it’s many iterations as practiced to this day. Historically of course the first practitioners of note were the Romans who for the most part developed strong, aggressive males to be the antagonists in the mostly public arenas of the day with the females from the upper levels of that society preferring to develop their strong, equally aggressive female counterparts to serve that function. Of course in their case the arena’s they performed in were mostly smaller and either private or underground. Of course the underlying purpose and inevitable consequences remained much the same and in the case of the females were enhanced by the sexual aspects of the brutality they were encouraged to employ. In either case it served as a specialized source of entertainment which in more recent times seems to have evolved into prize fighting. For the most part the fighters were mostly males of course but there were also females eager to engage in the venue although in their case it was more likely to be referred to as Bitch Fighting. They were big, strong, lusty types of our sexual persuasion though and very much inclined to take pleasure in beating another female or perhaps a competitively sized male into bloody submission both for the prurient interests of a supportive crowd as well as an appropriately sized reward.

Today, at least as it’s practiced here in Europe and elsewhere among our affiliates it’s generally been the females who have come to dominate the venue. Females who like their predecessors find that exhibition fighting is not only exciting but also physically and sexually rewarding. Of course on the other side of the coin there are those of either sex that find female companions with the required physiological qualities to be physically and sexually attractive. They seek them out and when they identify a promising candidate they are inclined to undertake their development, a process which encompass’s not only their physical development and the related fight training but also the care and feeding that complements it. All of which she’d added with a short laugh is intended to ensure that their psychological motivations match their physical qualifications with both contributing to their success in the arena style activities they’re expected to participate in. She’d also said that although it’s very much the same type of activity Cecilia has been known to provide, here the activities are intended to more accurately replicate those of that earlier time. To be precise they’re designed to be similar to the more private or underground games of ancient Rome where females that were psychologically inclined and physiologically capably were developed by their mistress’s to participate in a variety of arranged exhibition fights, fights which were intended to be both bloody and in specially sanctioned events to the death.

Laughing softly at their quizzical looks she’d added that considering that we strive to replicate that type of environment you might say we are considered to be the ultimate of extreme lesbian fight clubs. Pausing for a moment to see if they were appreciating what she’d said she’d nodded to the other female and said, and Greta here is my, ah, personal champion, adding with a snicker although I’m more inclined to think of her as my personal Fighting Bitch. Again she’d paused to allow the significance of what she’d said register and then she’d gone on to say that while the raw sexuality of watching two big, powerful and equally aggressive naked females fight to the finish was exciting in itself the potential rewards of engaging in it personally were even more so. In fact she said, for those such as ourselves it defines us and we welcome the release of our aggressions with the process tending to accentuate those physical aspects of our sexuality which have proven to be relevant to our objectives. Adding with a little chuckle, particularly with respect to the definition and sensitivity of our relevant female parts as we let ourselves imagine the pleasures that the physical engagement with another female will provide. Rising from her chair and pointing to an array of photographs lining the walls she’d gone on to say. These represent a selection of a few of our sisters all of whose preferred avocations have been to engage other females in arranged fights either for sexual conquest, monetary rewards or the adulation of an appreciative and discriminating audience of their peers. Actually she’d laughed, in almost all cases it’s a combination of all three with the sexual rewards seemingly being the most important. And as a note of clarification the activity we’re discussing is usually referred to in the vernacular as Bitch Fighting. Pausing for a moment she went on to say, as you can see they are big, physically powerful and the pictures were taken in our arena in their moment of triumph You might also note the physical evidence of the sexual satisfaction they’ve achieved by slickness of the inside of the thighs and the figure or perhaps the body of their opponent seen still lying at their feet. Pausing for a moment as they’d examined a few of the photographs she’d gone on to say that those you see arrayed around the arena are the members of our sorority who possess the physiological qualities required to compete in the pit while others, perhaps less robustly endowed serve as their companions, guests or potential proteges. .

And how do you go about selecting who will be delivered to the pit asked Starla? Well for the most part replied the Countess, they’re selected from the upper segment of the hierarchy. They’re the ones that have spent the most time developing their capabilities and inclinations and they’re also the ones that others are most interested in seeing paired with another equally capable and motivated Bitch. And what are the functions of the companions inquired Cecilia, other than attending to the needs of the sisters? Well for the most part, aside from serving as their companions they serve as their personal developmental’s and spend most of their time preparing their physical attributes and mental attitudes for what their sister arranges for them in the pit. And when they’re ready for that a description of their physical attributes is made known to our affiliates as a way of soliciting interest in potential arrangements and since it’s from this group that future sisters are chosen the arrangements are designed to be both psychologically and physically rewarding as well as highly remunerative. As an added source of revenue she’d added the arrangements are also video recorded from more than one source with the audio from the pit as well as from those in the spectators gallery audited for both audio and visual quality and nuance before being distributed by subscription through our worldwide association of affiliates.

She’d paused at that point but there’d been no further questions and she’d gone on to say that assuming you wish to proceed there are no rules or time limits and the arrangements are frequently conducted with certain tools and stimulates which are intended to replicate the style of fighting that took place in an earlier age. One of these is a minuscule half bra device that fits very snugly. It’s intended to provide some protection to the lower part of the breast and can be equipped with short pointed spur like tips that cover the nipples. As for the footwear it consists of a specially designed wedge shaped heel with an instep that extends only through the arch of the foot. It’s attached by a tongue at the back of the heel that has straps which wrap around the ankle with additional straps attached to the sides of the instep that perform the same function by wrapping across over the top of the foot. They actually provide for a rather secure footing but other than UFC type gloves, a gum shield and a brief rubber mask to protect the eyes and the bridge of the nose you fight naked. Pausing for a moment to gauge their reaction she’d gone on to say that except for an application of sting oil that’s usually applied before the fighting begins there’s another stimulate made from the extract of a Somalian plant called Kat which when it’s mixed with the liquid extract from a special type of hemp oil and distilled into a liquor is called black. Which she’d added with a short laugh, after the antagonists natural animosities have been allowed to fully develop seemed to ensure a suitable level of aggression in the pit. Finished she’d paused for a moment then rather briskly informed them that there would be a reception on the top most floor followed by the first of two fights down in the arena room. As for the smocks she’d said, they’re considered emblematic of our societal interests in this type of activity and as you can see they cover little, conceal nothing and serve mostly as physical invitations for further and obviously more personal attention. For this evenings arrangements the assemblage will be wearing them and whatever style of exotic footwear they so choose.

Starla recalled that Greta had remained silent through it all but then the Countess had paused and with a wicked smile motioned for her to rise.. As I’ve previously indicated Greta here is not only my personal companion but also my personal Fighting Bitch and as such well acquainted with my unique tastes in matters such as this. She’s also quite dedicated to satisfying them, taking particular pleasure in having me watch while she fights potential rivals, something which both of us find to be exquisitely pleasurable. I might add that it has also proven to be the most satisfactory way of weeding out the less capable candidates vying for my attentions. At this point she’d paused for a moment then nodding to Greta watched as she’d risen from her seat and moving to stand in front of them had let her smock slip to the floor and parting her powerful legs assumed a physically challenging pose. Again the Countess had paused then, with her eyes never leaving Greta and with a noticeable catch in her voice she’d licked her lips and with a wicked smile said, and in consideration of your desire to engage with me in the type of arranged fight that we both are known to favor I propose that your companion and lover Cecilia first fight with my companion and lover Greta. It will provide both of us with the pleasure of watching them physically engage each other in naked combat while helping to ensure that the gate for the arrangement that you and I will engage in shortly thereafter is a sufficiently lucrative.

Her proposal while unexpected hadn’t caught either of them by surprise. They’d anticipated the possibility of something like it and after exchanging a quick glance with her Cecilia had risen and with her eyes never leaving Greta’s slipped her own smock to the floor and assuming a similarly challenging pose proudly flexed her own impressively muscular physic. Just recalling how they’d looked caused Starla to experience a warm flush of sexual anticipation. Both had been big, superlatively conditioned and obviously ready to engage with each other and now without their smocks there’d been nothing to conceal their washboard abs, thick powerful thighs and well muscled shoulders and arms. Everything about them seemed to suggest that they’d been bred just for fighting and hardly breathing, her nostrils unconsciously flaring to catch a trace of their musky scent she’d let herself begin to imagine how indescribably delicious it would be to watch their sweat slickened bodies furiously engaging with each other in a fight to the finish. That each bore the physical evidence of their previous arrangements had only made it more exciting with Cecilia having remnants of bruising around her ribs and the remnants of a black eye and Greta with some still discernible swelling around her face as well as traces of a long slash scar on her right thigh. Her anticipation had become even more stoked as they’d become more deliberately aggressive with Cecilia lowering her hand to roughly explore Greta’s now sexually swollen labia and Greta, her eyes never leaving Cecilia’s, had slipped her hand beneath her breast and pressed her fingers into it’s swelling fullness .

It had prompted the Countess to mutter, mostly to herself and with an audible huskiness in her voice, that it was good that they obviously favored the thought of what she had suggested adding with a glance at her that it would just make it that much harder to wait, but then she’d added with a wicked smile, waiting will just make it better, won’t it? Starla recalled her surge of excitement at hearing that but then catching her breath and with a similar huskiness in her voice she’d muttered, yeah, it will and by then we’ll have had plenty of time to think about how we’ll want to go about doing it to each other, won’t we?. The Countess had simply grunted in response but it had appeared to be enough. The conditions had been understood and accepted and appearing somewhat relieved she’d said that perhaps now it might also be good to explain how these things work.

As for here she’d begun, it’s simply an old hotel that’s discreetly located in an unobtrusive part of the city and not normally associated with anything other than yesterdays commerce. It’s been considerably refurbished of course with the two floors directly beneath this one accommodating the actual fighting arenas. Above us there are eleven floors. The first four are residence floors and above that is a floor that accommodates a medical facility as well as two separate physical exercise and development areas. Above that are an additional four residence floors with the last and top most floor being reserved for social events. Each of the four residence floors is served by a dedicated elevator which goes down to the main floor as well as the appropriate side of the exercise and physical development floor. Another elevator, actually a freight elevator, serves only the top most social floor, the main floor and the two subterranean arena floors. A separate elevator provides transportation for those that have been selected for the arena from the sixth floor directly to the arena level holding rooms. As you can see she added with a short laugh, with the exception of our little soiree’s and when we gather to watches the bitch’s fight every effort is made to segregate them until it’s time for them to actually come face to face with each other in the pit. Something that to her had also made it seem more like it had to have been back in the time of the Coliseum.

There’d been a bit more mostly guarded conversation along with a few questions but shortly thereafter, having instructed them in how to access the video clips of each other on the in-house TV the Countess and Greta had taken their leave and the two of them had returned to their suite where they’d spent the rest of that day and most of the following reviewing the video clips of the Countess and Greta demonstrating their prowess in the arena and discussing potential strategy’s. Then at the appointed time on the second day Cecilia had been transferred to the 6th floor and she, having donned her smock and slipping into her most stylish and provocative footwear had taken the elevator to the top most floor to join the pre-event soiree in progress.

Even though it looked out over the rooftops of nearby factories it’s high ceilings and large windows had identified it as having been a small but fashionable ballroom at one time. Of course there’d been some modifications and while a small dance floor still dominated the center of it now it was surrounded by a series of wide elevated platforms accommodating an assortment of cocktail tables and stools along with a rather interesting bar arrangement along one wall that looked out over the entire room. There was also a small mobile platform off to one side that could be rolled out onto the dance floor which was used to present the selected antagonists to the assemblage as well as via secure internet transmission for review by selected worldwide affiliates. It also served as a platform for the review of the previous evenings arrangements which had been presented in their edited form on a big screen TV with the Countess assuming the role of commentator. A role she obviously relished and as the familiar odor of the females working themselves up to full sexual rut had begun to permeate the room the video had been enlarged to show every detail of their savagely brutal struggle, a struggle accompanied by the amplified sounds of it as it was taking place and her reaction had been as enthusiastic and as sexually specific as that of the rest of the assemblage. An assemblage much like herself in all respects and after some excitingly edgy mingling and the sampling of some of the libations and hors d’ oeuvre, items which had been specially prepared in the interest of influencing their appreciation of the evenings activities, she’d watched, admired and of course speculated along with the rest as the first two antagonists followed by Greta and Cecilia had been presented after which she’d trickled down to the arena with the rest for the first of the evenings arrangements.

And as it had been explained Cecilia and Greta had then been sequestered separately until it was time for them to meet each other in the pit. A practice which as the Countess had suggested helped to ensure that they remained mostly uncertain about each other for as long as possible, all of which seemed to her to be even more reminiscent of how it might have been. Of course she and the Countess had been seated together where they’d had an opportunity to refine their natural enmity into the open hostility that was considered desirable for what they were scheduled to do with each other on the following evening. As for the arena itself it had been illuminated by imbedded overhead lighting while the rest of the room had been covered in a black light absorbing carpet or fabric with wide, elevated viewing platforms arranged around it It made it in some respects not unlike a theater except that the stage was an octagonally shaped fighting pit sunk about eight feet below floor level with four sliding doors centered on each of the four furthest walls that provided access to secure rooms where the selected adversaries waited. There’d even been a primitive soundtrack playing in the background which had contributed to the sense of impending conflict and she assumed that a similar one would be greeting her when she emerged from the room to engage with the Countess.

That first evening had been an experience in itself. It had been quite warm and the closeness of the Arena Room had caused the assemblage to sweat profusely by the time the first arrangement had been concluded. It had featured two particularly robust females, a Korean and a Chinese and had lasted for over forty minutes with the Korean finally asserting total dominance and then demonstrating a rather sadistic reluctance to declare victory. After that and a lengthy intermission which some had used to shed their now sweat soaked smocks they’d been served some refreshments and then it had been time for the arrangement featuring Cecilia and Greta. It had all been rather dramatic she recalled remembering how the Countess had moved to stand by the barrier and as an ever more strident rift had blared from the overhead speakers and the increasingly impatient cries of the gallery had risen from around them Cecilia and Greta, each with an arm raised in salute had emerged from their holding rooms and strode side by side to stand below her. Smiling, almost teasingly and with obvious anticipation and licking her lips in anticipation she’d pulled the smock back from her sweat soaked body and parting her muscular legs and proudly displaying her smoothly shaven labia to the assemblage announced.

“Now that your appetites for what we are here for have been wetted we will proceed with the second arrangement. It features two, truly amazonic females competing for the lioness’s share of over two hundred thousand US, most of which has been wagered via a secure link from our worldwide affiliates. On my right I give you my personal companion and champion fighting bitch Greta. She’s 33, 5'11 and for this arrangement weighs 195. She’s also been a participant in seven fights one of which resulted in death” and as spontaneous groan of approval rose up around her, “and on my left, from Havana, is the fighting bitch Cecilia.. She’s 35, also 5'11 and weighs 194.” Again there’d been a groan followed by a rumble of approval “As you might expect they’re exceptionally well matched in all respects” and as another enthusiastic moan of approval welled up from the gallery both moved apart and turned to face each other.

The gallery had become hushed as they’d as they’d salivated over the images of their powerful physics now stripped and prepared for battle. This was the kind of a fight they wanted, big, strong females, mutually inclined by temperament as well as genetics eager to engage with each other in a cruel physical confrontation and as they’d speculated about what they were about to see and their excitement had mounted they’d pressed in against each other, pointing and whispering among themselves as they’d savored the sight of their muscular bodies now gleaming with a soft oily sheen of sweat. To Starla they’d appeared to be nothing less than the gladiatrice’s that they purported to be and just looking at them had taken her breath away then as the erotic tableau they’d presented had swept over the gallery the Countess had raised her arm and looking down at them said.

“Considering your eagerness to begin” and receiving their silent nod of acknowledgment she’d cried, “then begin.”

This time their groan of anticipation had been followed by a guttural roar of approval with some that had remained seated in the shadows crowding back to the barrier to point, comment and occasionally shout out a name or a suggestion. The remote controlled boom had also begun to swing into motion and as the amplified sound of the harsh breathing emanating from the pit had begun resonating throughout the room and Cecilia and Greta had cautiously maneuvered closer the gallery had fallen silent. For the most part they’d been there before, at least in some capacity and much like spectators at a prize fight were now visualizing what they wanted to see. As for herself, her initial qualms had been replaced with a lusty wave of anticipation and screaming her approval she’d shouted for Cecilia to cunt the bitch..

Greta had seemed to be inclined to push it first though. Moving a bit more quickly and sidling closer she’d feinted a left to Cecilia’s head then lunging in behind it with a right fist into her lower belly. It had brought a satisfied grin to her face but it hadn’t seemed to have had much of an effect on Cecilia and as she’d halfway turned and started to dance away Cecilia had stepped closer and kidney punched her in the right side of her lower back. It had prompted a positive response from the gallery along with some explicit suggestions but it had been unclear as to whom they’d been directed.

Cecilia still seemed to be on the offence though and as Greta had wheeled around to face her she’d gone for a quick punch to her head and as she’d raised her arms to deflect another one she’d lowered her head and waded into her with a series of quick, hard punch’s to her lower mid-section. Again they’d separated but now Greta’s face had shown the results of the punch. It had split her lip and blood was now weeping down across her chin and as the energized cries and screams of the gallery had swirled down around them it had been Cecilia that had danced away with a smile on her face.

As for herself she’d been the more pleased. Not only had it been her Cecilia that had managed to get to the Countess’s Greta but she’d done so with precision and force and the German bitch’s face had shown the evidence of it. That they were both much the same size had also been pleasing and that Greta hadn’t seemed to be quite as quick had excited her. It had been a good exchange and the blood now smearing Greta’s breasts had made her feel even better to the point of thinking it would be a good if Cecilia could get to her there again and as if in response she’d suddenly danced in closer and driven her fist against the side of Greta’s head. This time though Greta hadn’t been quite so slow and as she’d started to back away she’d taken a step after her and driving her right foot up between her legs and letting her momentum carry her closer followed it with a knee into her lower belly and a right fist into her lower left side.

Now it was the Countess’s turn to be pleased and turning to face her and letting her fingers play along the inside of her thigh she’d asked somewhat rhetorically how she felt about it so far. It hadn’t been a question that she’d expected but after a moments reflection she’d answered that it had exceeded her expectations, so much so that she’d wrapped her right arm across the Countess’s shoulders and whispering rather cattily in her ear suggested that she might wish to consider the necessity of having to find a replacement for Greta since Cecilia had a demonstrated inclination to finish this sort of thing in a very final way. The Countess had chuckled at that and raising her left hand and cupping her left cheek had murmured softly that Greta also harbored those sorts of inclinations. There’d been a long moment after that but then each having digested what the other had said and having been satisfied with the answers they’d settled back and silently contemplated how they’d probably react to their lovers victory or defeat.

They’d remained close this time with Cecilia quicker to take the advantage. Charging into Greta and slamming her right forearm across the front of her face she’d thrown two hard left hooks into the side of her right breast and as Greta had lifted her right leg in an attempt to knee her in her right side she’d slammed her right fist into the inside of her suddenly exposed thigh.

With the amplified sound of their fists along with their harsh breathing and accompanying grunts, snarls and curses the gallery had remained mostly silent content to watch and speculate but now their collective voices had started expressing their approval or offering explicit suggestions. A few had also begun to form into smaller more partisan groupings with their personal emotions being displayed more aggressively to each other although neither Cecilia and Greta had seemed much aware of it. Greta had managed to maneuver Cecilia back into one of the angled corners of the pit though and dancing closer had managed to keep her trapped there with a flurry of fists to her upper body and short hard jabs at her head. It had left Cecilia hunkered down along the side with her arms crossed in front of her head and brought the Countess as well as most of the gallery crowding back along the barrier screaming for Greta to crowd into her but Cecilia had managed to lower her arms and sidle away along the side. The gallery had tasted blood though and it’s Cecilia’s they’d seemed to want the most. Watching as a resurgent Greta had driven her back against the side had thrilled them but as they’d voiced their wish’s and advice Cecilia had suddenly charged back into Greta with a flurry of fisting’s to her upper body and face and as she’d staggered backwards to the center of the pit she’d followed her.

This time the gallery’s exclamations and their surge of suggestions had been more muted and as they’d watched them maneuver around each other they’d fallen silent. They’d both been bloodied by each others attacks with Cecilia’s ruptured nose and lips bleeding down across her chin to smear her sweat slickened breasts and Greta’s mouth doing pretty much the same. Cecilia’d also managed to slice Greta’s ear which had started another trickle of it to spread down along the side of her neck and another across her belly from where one of her nipple spurs has punctured her left breast. Both had also developed a puffiness around their eyes with Cecilia having to snort blood away from her nose and Greta seeming to have a mouthful of it most of the time. It had caused her to briefly think it would be good for either of them to get to the other in the eye again while they seemed to have the chance.

She’d also thought, in a purely objective sense, that Greta should probably be trying to get Cecilia back against the side or even better down on the floor. She thought she’d probably be more effective there and with the Countess pressing in against her and each of them watching every move and counter move she’d been pretty sure that’s where she’d want her to go with it too. Still, the exchange had been more fist fighting and footwork and with each amplified thud of their fists resounding throughout the room and all of it contributing to the fresh streams of blood smearing their sweat slick bodies she’d thought the fight to be among the best she’d ever witnessed.

Seated as she was beside the Countess had also served to confirm that they were both coming from the same place with respect to what they were there to watch. It had been mesmerizing to watch the two big muscular females, their brutal struggle augmented by the screams and cries of the gallery as they viciously struggled with each other in the center of the pit. The furious contact that their naked bodies accentuated by the combined odor of sweat, blood and sex were also having their effect on them and each were increasingly conscious of the sexual thrill that the contact was engendering. Even so and with the shouts and cries coming from the gallery they’d remained focused on each other, totally consumed by what they knew they had to do. It could only be domination defeat or worse, there was no other choice but as Cecilia had suddenly pressed in against Greta and muscled her back against the side she’d sensed a turning point. She’d also become aware of a feeling of sexual anticipation developing between her legs and as she’d watched Cecilia’s fist drive solidly up into Greta’s exposed vulva she sensed the beginning of a small climax. Now as Cecilia had backed away and raised her arms for the gallery there’d been evidence of fresh bleeding between Greta’s legs and it also appeared as if she’d scored with an elbow to her face. It probably hadn’t broken her nose as she might have hoped but it seemed to have opened it up again and blood was again dripping from her chin and streaking her tits. The gallery had also begun to swing suggesting that she move back into it with her and stepping closer she made a tentative jab at her head and as Greta had instinctively cringed she’d hooked her left fist up into her belly and quickly wrapping her right arm around her neck and wrestling her down onto her knees against the side had begun furiously driving her left fist up into her face. With each fist to her face splattering more blood onto the floor it might have been the end of it but Greta had finally managed to reach across her lower body with her right hand and sinking her fingers into Cecilia’s nest had slipped her left hand down her back and between her legs and lifting her up had thrown her down onto the floor. She’d also managed to extricate her head from beneath Cecilia’s arm and driving her right fist into her face as a parting gesture had scrambled away on her hands and knees.

The galleries reaction had been more mixed now with some expressing rage others groans of relief but as Cecilia had rolled to her knees and Greta had staggered to her feet there’d been muted exclamations of approval. The shallow breathing of the Countess and herself had also returned to a more normal rhythm and as the gallery had turned their attentions to more sexually intense and personal pleasures the Countess had seemed to relax and sliding her hand down along the inside of her thigh had speculated that it did seem as though they would be meeting in a similar arrangement. Something that had suggested to her that engaging with her might no longer be dependent on whether Cecilia or Greta prevailed. Cecilia had regained her feet though and as she began warily maneuvering back toward Greta both she and the Countess had taken a deep breath. Both had found the unrestricted brutality of the fighting intensely stimulating and as their nostrils had dilated to capture the richly pungent odor of the blood, sweat and the odor of female sexual pheromone’s now permeating the room Starla found her fingers almost unconsciously engaging with the now swollen nub of her own sexually engorged clit. Parting her thighs and taking another deep breath she’d settled back into her seat and as she let her fingers begin to tease it out even further she let her imagination anticipate the excitement and the challenge that the pleasure of an arranged fight with the Countess would provide.

This time as they’d watched the gallery had become silent. The fight had now progressed to the point of mindless all out aggression which in the past had been known to result in fatalities, an awareness of which was creating it’s own sense of anticipation. That there would be no retreat or regrouping had been obvious, both Cecilia and Greta were committed to finishing it and as they’d raised their arms and physically slammed their bodies against each other in the center of the pit the gallery had erupted with screams of approval and a deafening roar of anticipation. The time for finishing it was now and as Greta had desperately wrapped her right arm around Cecilia’s waist and burying ed her face in the crook of her neck deliberately pressed her nipple spurs into her breasts their struggles had become even more frantic. Hugging her close, shaking her physically she’d worked them deeper into the breast flesh and as the nearly rhapsodic gallery had screamed their approval and the evidence of fresh blood had begun to stream down over their bellies the first screams for a kill had been heard. Again Greta had jerked her close, savagely shaking her shoulders to set the spurs in even deeper but then as she inadvertently loosened her left arm Cecilia had managed to push her away and catching her left thigh with her right hand and lifting it had sent her toppling back down onto the floor.

Quickly dropping onto her and straddling her right thigh she’d forced her right arm down under Greta’s left knee and lifting it and sliding forward on her thigh rammed her slit hard against Greta’s. Two quick thrusts, as much for her own satisfaction as any then forcing her left hand beneath Greta’s right shoulder she’d wrapped it back across the front of her face. For a moment they lay still, Greta on her back and Cecilia stretched out on top but then as Greta had renewed her struggle Cecilia had slipped her left hand up over her mouth and as her muffled screams begin to fill the pit began deliberately working her spurs into her breasts while she began to grind her now sexually engorged clit deeper into Greta’s slippery slit. Again she’d thrust it into her, hugging her close as she slowly and systematically worked it deeper while the rapturously enthusiastic gallery screamed their approval. Greta’s struggles were weakening though and while she was still too strong both of them were even more slippery from the sweat and blood and as she attempted to adjust her position Greta managed to push her off and onto the floor. Quickly rolling onto her side and grabbing Cecilia’s right wrist with her left hand she forced her down on her back and sliding over on top positioned herself on her belly. Hunching herself up even further onto her breasts and capturing her biceps beneath her knees she swung her right fist into the left side of Cecilia’s head. She was tired though and as she’d reached down for her wrists Cecilia had managed to buck her up and over her head to send her sprawling face down on the floor in back of her. Quickly rolling over onto her hands and knees and positioning herself between her legs she’d wrapped her right hand around her left ankle and lifting her leg and transferring it over onto her right shoulder had slid herself forward on Greta’s right thigh. Taking a deep breath and looking up at the gallery she’d reached forward and wrapping the fingers of her left hand around Greta’s neck pulled her up and across her left leg. Again she’d taken a deep breath but now she had her and extending her left arm down across her back and wrapping it back beneath her neck wrenched her head back beneath her shoulder. She’d had her and reaching down with her right hand and slipping her thumb into her vulva and her index finger into her anus and pulling her close began working the tips of her nipple spurs into her belly and breasts. Now as Greta’s strangled cries had become more frantic gurgles and gags and the blood from the spurs had begun dribbling down across her thighs she’d moved her right shoulder lower and removing her thumb and finger and as her eyes rolled up to the top of her head slid even closer and began working her now totally swollen and engorged clit into Greta’s waiting and sloppy slit.

The amplified sounds of Greta’s strangled grunts and muted groans were now being drowned out by the gallery’s ecstatic screams of approval and as the Countess had moved to the barrier and the cacophony of sound had welled up around her Cecilia had looked up. Exhausted but almost finished and as the gallery suddenly becomes quiet she’d wrapped her right arm around Greta’s left thigh and hugging it close against her and sensing her impending climax thrown her head back and as the gallery’s screams approval had come crashing down around them moistened her fingers in the silvery slick now spreading across her thighs. It was finished and as Greta’s arms had flopped listlessly to her side she’d looked up at the Countess and slowly raised them to her lips.