Bitch Blade Vixens by Ellis Kent

The fighting pit was bathed in a low light. With sloping conical walls, a depth of 2.5 meters and a diameter of 3 meters it was intimate while allowing the fighters room to move. The angle of the walls allowed clinches to be viewed from eight theatre boxes around top. The exclusive and cosmopolitan audience tonight comprised members able to afford a seat in a box. Once the action started, the semi-twilight afforded some anonymity to the occupants, the heady combination of violence and eroticism meant that the viewers often had to give full reign to their sexual appetites. Tonight’s entertainment featured a knife fight between two members who were rivals for the affections of third, one of the most senior club members.

The Scorpion Club was a very private, obsessively secretive organization where women who loved to watch females fight, or to fight themselves, could indulge themselves. Naturally, the disputed woman had fed the rivalry to the point where both contenders had begged to be allowed to face each other with what were called, ‘dueling blades.’ The design replicated a regular knife, except that only the tip of the blade was sharpened. In such a duel, the aim was to cut and break the skin of the opponent without causing grave injuries. In fights to settle deep and bitter rivalries, often over a woman, real knives called ‘bitch blades’ were used. 

Such extreme contests were extremely rare, and always took place in a small country in Asia where the authorities were not much in evidence. It was also a country where women frequently went missing without attracting unwanted attention. In competitions with ‘bitch blades’ fights could ‘go all the way’, it was a convention that no one used the words associated with fatality. The vocabulary that club members used in describing these knife fights were euphemistic but it was easy to understand the true meaning: ‘breaking her skin,’ ‘spilling her red,’ ‘cutting her,’ ‘carving her’, ‘finishing her,’ and ‘fight to the finish,’ and most popular ‘going all the way.’ 

There was also a club slang to describe women who fought with knives: ‘blade bitches.’ Blade bitches who bore scars were often happy to flaunt them for the kudos it brought them from other members. A member who had fought with blades was called a ‘blade vixen’ and one who had won in a ‘fight to a finish’ was called a ‘blade victrix.’ Ann and Bridget, who had never fought in the club with knives were both ‘blade virgins.’ Watching two blade virgins fight always drew interest from the club membership. Of course, first fights were always without exception with dueling knives.

In the case of tonight’s fight, the participants had agreed the winner would be the first to land seven wounds on her rival. The club was careful to limit the number of such intense bouts. Intensely private, having many famous and wealthy members, the organizers made sure that there was no footage of contests available to leak to the outside world, with all such footage being held on a secure, military-grade platform. The location of the arena for such bouts was in Asia. 

The audience, in addition to the wealthy patrons and sponsors, also included several of the top fighters from branches around the world, selected by the most senior members. Into an empty box entered Bridget, a medium build member from the Netherlands, who had distinguished herself in catfighting and no holds barred fighting. Her sponsor, Birgitte had agreed to fly her to Asia to watch this bout, knowing her deep enthusiasm for bladed conflict. A brunette with a ponytail, she wore a blue dress with a cleavage that plunged to her naval, revealing her breasts in profile. She had been delighted to see heads turning to admire her as she walked to the box.

On the seat next to her, she found an envelope with her name on it. She opened it up, and read the message: Bridget, I am not able to make the about tonight but please enjoy this experience and I will see you at the airport tomorrow for our flight back to Europe. Love Birgitte. Looking to her left, she noticed another envelope. At that moment, a brunette wearing a nearly identical dress but in scarlet, confidently entered the box pausing to introduce herself, ‘Hello, I’m Ann.’ Bridget stood and extended a hand, but as she did so she was instantaneously assessing the newcomer as an opponent. 

Athletic, clearly a gym bunny, attractive and with a certain steeliness about her hazel brown eyes, Bridget knew immediately that here was someone who didn’t just watch but fought in the club. A sponsored gladiatrix like herself, she thought. As their hands grasped each other, each woman felt the fingernails of the other bite firmly into the inside of her wrist. Each held on a little longer than was necessary and let her nails impress themselves on her new companion for the evening. Bridget gave her name, and the location of her club branch while asking, ‘Your first time at a blade fight?’ 

Ann replied, ‘Yes, I’ve been asking for some while, but they keep this a secret don’t they. Luckily my sponsor agreed to let me see it. I’ve been training on my own with rapiers and knives. I loved fencing since high school, I was doing well, but I got tired of only fighting preppy bitches who only compete for exercise.’ Bridget felt a rush of adrenaline as she recognized fellow enthusiast, as she replied, ‘I was in the fencing team at university, but the safety precautions meant I could never get a dueling scar or inflict one on an opponent. I think you need to be able to break your rival’s skin, don’t you?’

Ann felt a flutter in her stomach, her assessment of Bridget was that she was a perfect opponent. Seeing the envelope, Ann excused herself and opened it. The message was from her sponsor, Alexis. It seemed that she too would not be attending the fight that evening but would be taking her to the airport to fly to Berlin the next day. She told Bridget who responded, ‘looks like we have the box to ourselves tonight.’ There was a soft tap at the door which opened and one of the club waitresses entered carrying an ice bucket with an opened bottle of champagne. 

The two women now sat next to each other, each holding a flute as they watched other club members take their places. They ranged from their 20s to some of the older women in their 50s, there was no dress code in evidence. There were designer dresses, while some simply wore bikinis and a few immediately stripped naked in anticipation of what was about to happen. There were only two men in the whole arena, both naked and being led from collars around their necks.

The fight tonight was not for the titillation of men, this was a female only club, so the only reason that the two were there was to provide entertainment for the members who had invited them. For tonight’s exclusive entertainment, there were fewer than 20 members, all female, though two had arranged for their stallions to accompany them though there were many more than that available to watch online. Men were only allowed as sexual servants, and had to pass muster physically and psychologically; specifically, they needed to be able to watch woman-on-woman violence without flinching and to enjoy it!

Suddenly the lights dimmed, a series of spotlights illuminated the fighting pit, as from the ceiling high above, two platforms descended with the two combatants until they stepped off in the pit. They each wore tightly fitting bikinis with tanga bottoms, the redhaired beauty wore a leopard print, the dark-haired Latina tiger stripes. Each woman carried a sheathed knife that was attached to their tangas.

To applause, a third figure descended from the ceiling placing herself between the two combatants. She was a striking looking mature woman who wore riding jodhpurs and carried a riding crop. She raised her hands, appealing for silence, clearly acting as mistress of ceremonies for the evening, but she was playing a more important role as would soon be made clear. Her Spanish-accented voice was commanding and yet cracking with excitement. ‘Tonight, Sasha and Lucia, two rivals for my bed, will fight to decide which will be my lover. I am woman enough for both, but they will not share!’ There was a murmur from the audience, concurring with the two fighters’ decision not to share a lover. 

Ann turned to Bridget, saying in a challenging voice, ‘I don’t share lovers either, do you?’ Bridget, accepting the challenge, replied coldly, ‘No, of course, not.’ She added suggestively, ‘Refusing to share can be…’ and here she paused, ‘Exhilarating.’ Ann swallowed and felt the familiar tingling that happened whenever she met a worthy rival. The same feeling coursed through Bridget’s body. 

Eva continued in a declamatory tone, ‘The winner will grace my bed until she is defeated by her successor. The first to cut the other ten times will be the winner.’ There was a murmur and ripple of applause from the audience, Eva was not promising herself to the winner for keeps. It was definite that the winner of tonight’s contest would have to prove herself against a rival in the future.

Bridget leaned into Ann and whispered, ‘Eva, is president of the Latin American branch. She loves to fight herself even though she is in her late forties, and she is a magnet to Sapphic members.’ Ann nodded, adding that she had heard that a few years back one such duel had ‘gone all the way.’ Going all the way was a euphemism well understood in the club, although it was extremely rare, there were circumstances where simply breaking a rival’s skin was not enough.

Ann whispered, ‘this is my first blade fight, I can’t wait.’ Bridget gripped her arm, as she replied, sotto voce, ‘it’s my first fight too, and I don’t mind telling you that I am extremely excited to be here.’ Ann placed her right hand on Bridget’s arm, she replied huskily, ‘I hope you don’t mind if I get very uninhibited as these two magnificent bitches cut each other.’ Ann smiled, ‘Oh, not in the least, not in the least! Look at all the members who have stripped off already.’

Down in the fighting pit, Eva approached Sasha in the leopard bikini embraced her and kissed her deeply, while she slipped her left hand inside her tanga. The sight of this action brought a growl from the redhead. Eva disengaged herself and walked to the redhead and repeated the embrace this time slipping her right hand into her tanga. Returning to the center of the pit, Eva ostentatiously licked first her left, then her right hand. 

Ann leaned across to whisper in Bridget ‘s ear, ‘She’s tasting one of them for the last time.’ Bridget replied, ‘She is really fueling the rivalry between them, look how they are staring at each other. They really want each other so badly!’ Ann added, ‘You can’t help noticing how erect Eva’s nipples are, I can imagine that she will be celebrating all night with the winner.’ Eva then stepped onto the platform and grasping the rope was smoothly withdrawn from the fighting pit to enter her box.

At that moment the sound of a gong rang out, it was the signal to start the fight. In the boxes, an array of screens enabled the audience to view the fight from any angle, a sophisticated sound system comprising directional microphones embedded in the wall of the pit ensure that every sound would be picked up. The lighting in the fighting pit rose dispelling the gloom and illuminating the pair of women who were now circling looking at each other. They were so close that the screens were unnecessary except for the close-up detail they offered.

Suddenly, the fighters stopped, and unhooking their knife sheaths, they slowly withdrew the blades, while looking daggers at each other. Each let her leather sheath drop and leaning forward they started to circle again gradually closing the distance between them, each holding the dueling blade towards her rival. Each moved in, making feints towards each other, until they both moved in and slashed at each other’s face. 

As they circled, Sasha moved with the fluidity of a dancer and her movements as effortless as they were precise. Lucia countered with calculated strikes, her footwork nimble and her reflexes razor-sharp. With a grunt, Sasha slashed as Lucia recoiled deftly, missing the blade by only an inch, and recovering fast enough to drop low and score the first hit of the contest, leaving a red welt under Sasha’s right breast. The move brought a gasp from the audience, and applause for the first blood of the night.

Lucia did not dwell on her success, but tried to bring the knife back to cut her rival second time, but this time Sasha grasped the hand, and the two women came to grips, each holding her enemy’s knife hand as they strained against each other. The blade pointing towards each other’s throat, and with both women growling, it was Lucia that succeeded in pushing the blade into Sasha’s shoulder with enough force to tear a red gash. As they thrust each other away, they dropped into a crouch and circled each other like predators, their movements calculated and strategic, each searching for the perfect moment to launch their attack.

In their box, Ann and Bridget were riveted by the spectacle unfolding below them. ‘Aren’t they magnificent?’ Ann husked and into Bridget’s ear. In response, Bridget draped her arm around Ann’s waist and was gratified to feel the warmth of her neighbour’s breath against her neck, sideways on, their long thighs pressed together. While down in the pit, two yelps issued from the women as they drew their blades across the flesh below each other’s right breasts. The two fighters took a step back, neither bothering to assess her wounds, before recommencing their circling.

Bridget turned her face towards Ann’s who met her mouth to mouth as they kissed deeply, although both women had one eye on the drama unfolding beneath them. Bridget whispered hurriedly, ‘Watching those two bitches cut each other is making me so aroused.’ Ann, ‘I think that the fact that they are fighting for Eva makes it so sexily primal.’ Bridget, ‘Fighting over pussy always brings an edge, it is so primal to fight for the right to rut.’ 

The aggression in the fighting pit was now into level red. Sasha and Lucia crashed into the wall, each had hold of the other’s knife hand, and both women were snarling as they tried to knee each other in her sex. Lucia lunged, but Sasha moved her head to the left as the knife tore into the padded leather of the wall. Pushing hard off the wall, Sasha succeeded in toppling Lucia, back into the centre of the pit where the two women crashed to the ground, each dropping her blade. The imperative of recovering the blades, stopped them from brawling like common sluts, and on all fours, each moved rapidly to pick up her knife.

Turning to face each other on their knees, each woman put the blade between her teeth, as they slowly and deliberately removed their bikini tops, throwing them to the side of the pit. They both had medium-sized breasts, the main difference was that Sasha’s nipples were pink while Lucia’s were a dark brown. In a provocatively defiant move, they shook their breasts at each other, not only as a display of their sexual aggression and to appeal to the audience, but to show they were prepared to expose themselves to each other’s knife. 

The whole audience was gripped by the sexual tension between the two rival women. Eva seated alone in her viewing box, was rolling her nipples between finger and thumb. One of the stallions, a porn actor, had released his huge member, while the women on either side took it in, turns to work it. Ann whispered to Bridget, ‘I am so wet now,’ and eagerly received Bridget’s hand who confirmed that it was so. Predictably, neither woman or anything under her dress. Ann responded in kind, finding her neighbour was equally moist. Both women withdrew their hands and refocused on the action in the fighting pit, as they tasted each other’s juices. Where they tasting a rival or a potential lover?

They were rudely shaken from their reverie by the sudden movement down in the pit as the women closed and slashed at each other. Eva and Lucia each lusted to be the first to scar the other breasts. Above them watching hungrily, Eva, their disputed lover, remembering sucking on her fighting lovers’ breasts. Knowing how much Eva treasured firm female breasts inflamed their desire to tear each other there. Eva, seated alone in her box, was now working herself hard, her fingers busily rubbing up and down as her juices leaked over her busy digits. 

As the number of strikes increased, the torsos and breasts of the combatants became streaked with red. Neither woman showed any restraint, and the attention paid to defensive moves lessened as each sought only to cut her rival. With every thrust and riposte, the tension mounted, the audience holding their breath as the duel unfolded before them. It was a battle not just of skill, but of wits and determination, as each woman pushed herself to the limits of her ability in pursuit of victory. Around the arena, panties had been discarded by the females. An attractive Asian lent over her ledge of her box as her black lover ploughed in and out of her with a strap-on, grunting. Both women, despite their energetic lovemaking, were following every thrust down in the pit.

Meeting in the centre of the fighting pit, each woman, grasping the others right hand in attempt to stop the blade biting, Lucia suddenly moved forward and thrust Sasha back against the sloping wall. A cheer went up from the crowd as they hoped to see some decisive move. Next, Lucia slammed her pelvis against Sasha, pinning her to the padded leather wall, also forcing the redheads knife hand downwards. For the first time, the two sexual rivals felt, not only the other’s sex, but also her breasts. Despite the extreme nature of the situation, they might have been lovers. Through the thin material of their damp tangas, each could feel the outline of erect clitorises as hard nipples speared into each other’s breast meat.

A voice screamed from a spectator box, ‘Go on Lucia, do the bitch now!’ It was joined by a second voice, shouting, ‘Go on! Do the slut now.’ Lucia pushed down hard, and succeeded in driving the point into Sasha’s shoulder, only to find that the redhead had managed to drive her blade point up into her side. A roar of pain combined with a hell of frustration from Lucia, as she failed to drive home her strong position. The redhead beauty groaned a second time as the redhead thrust up her thigh, catching her enemy in the pussy. The two women broke and resumed their crouching position. 

The recent friction between their pussies, reminded them of the primal rivalry that drove them. Sasha determined to show that she was the alpha vixen, positioned her knife tip at the thong that supported their tanga and sliced through it. Now she was exposing herself utterly to her rival, who swiftly responded in kind. Both Amazons were now completely naked, they had abandoned all defences to each other’s knives, and to the gaze of the audience. 

Lewdly, Sasha rubbed her slit with her left hand, before she snarled at the Latina, ‘Eva needs a real woman, who knows her way around a pussy, not some cocktail waitress that needs training on what a woman wants.’ Sasha’s accent was clearly central European. Eyes flashing with fury Lucia responded with her Spanish accent, ‘if you were a real woman, you wouldn’t be fighting me with these teenage training knives. I say we fight to finish, if you are woman enough!’ 

Sasha, smirked and raising her knife between finger and thumb, she dropped it, shouting loudly, ‘Bring us weapons for real women, we both want to go all the way. Bitch-to-bitch to a finish, winner takes all.’ Eva stood up in her box and raised her hands high, ‘I respect their desire to fight to a finish, it is natural between real women. Bring ‘bitch blades’ to the arena.’ 

Bridget turned to Ann her eyes wide with excitement, and before she could say anything, Ann, her voice, trembling, with excitement said, ‘I can’t believe we are so lucky as to be able to see this, our first blade match is going all the way.’  Grabbing Ann’s arm, Bridget said, ‘Birgitte told me that this happens, but that it is very rare. Yes, I feel privileged to be here, I can’t wait to see it happen, I only hope that they take their time about it.’ Ann added excitedly, ‘Yes, I want to watch them carve each other up slowly, it will make the coup de grace exquisite when it comes.’ Ann and Bridget kissed, their tongues flicking briefly into each other’s mouth. 

Meanwhile, down in the fighting pit, one of the club officials, who had presumably been expecting this possibility, entered through a panel, with two knives with six-inch blades on velvet pillow. The blades were etched with a device of two masked naked women tangling with knives raised, poised to plunge into each other. The two combatants approached and each snatched a knife immediately crouching and facing each other. As the official exited, Eva re-entered the arena wearing only an open silk dressing gown.

Ann leant into Bridget, ‘Oh, how hot she wants to be there, to drink it all in.’ Bridget, eyes wide with excitement, ‘I’d want to be there too, wouldn’t you?’ Ann breathlessly replied, ‘Of course, you want to catch every detail, especially the scent of aroused women in naked combat.’ Placing her hand on Ann’s shoulder Bridget added, ‘Eva knows her presence will make them fight more viciously. After all, she’s why they are trying to finish each other.’

With a series of grunts and groans, Sasha and Lucia closed and grabbed each other’s right wrists, restraining her rival’s ability to stab. They were now engaged in a trial of strength as they tried to either topple her enemy or push her back against the wall. As the locked duo shifted back and forth, the audience drank in their physiques. Taught and muscled, their thighs tensed as they strained against each other, their knives occasionally jabbing toward the torsos. 

Both Ann and Bridget were transfixed by the pair. Ann, without tearing her eyes from the angry tangle of flesh, whispered, ‘It’s so sexual isn’t it, two fit alpha bitches fighting for a third.’ Bridget responded, ‘Yes, and look at Eva, she is so alpha too, it is clear she just wants to see which bitch is best.’ Ann enthused, ‘She may have engineered this for her own enjoyment and status.’ Bridget gasped, ‘You’re right, I forgot there is a Scorpion Club acronym for members who have had women fight to a finish over them, MDV – most desired vixen.’ 

Ann diverted her gaze for a moment to look at Eva, who was now standing, leaning against the side of the pit. Her robe was open exposing her magnificent to the audience and, more importantly, to the fighters should they were ever able to spare any attention from their struggle. The splayed fingers of her right hand were resting on her mons veneris while her lefthand forefinger and thumb rolled her left nipple slowly but firmly. 

Ann murmured, ‘Eva is magnificent, no wonder they are so eager to fight for her.’ Bridget added, ‘Yes, she is worth fighting for, but I often just want to know who is the top bitch when I chose a rival.’ Ann retorted, ‘Me too, but that contest can be sexual as well as physical, don’t you agree?’ Bridget felt a kick in her stomach as she recognised what she had been feeling up to this, and blurted, ‘I think that the best rivals are sexual and physical, and I like to know that there is a chance I won’t win.’ Ann countered, ‘So true! The danger of defeat makes victory that much sweeter.’

An explosion of energy by Sasha drove Lucia back against the wall. The redhead let out short cry as she hit the padded wall; with a snarl, Sasha forced her knife downwards, so it was millimetres away from the Latina’s collar bone. Ann and Bridget leaned forward in their box to look down on the pair, both sets of eyes widened with excitement. 

With her left hand, Sasha started to smash Lucia’s knife hand against the padding, trying to dislocate her hold on the weapon. In a clever feint, the Latina let her right arm go limp while thrusting back hard against the knife threatening her throat. The move resulted in Sasha going off balance, and pushing forward the couple collapsed to the floor of the pit. The tangled bodies jostled for dominance erect nipples momentarily brushed as Lucia rolled her rival over. Their pubic regions locked for a moment, and each woman felt the moist heat of the other’s slit, clitorises grazed each other.

In the boxes every neck was craned towards the drama, as the couple rolled towards the centre of the pit. Eva was working herself feverishly, her lips curled back revealing teeth as though she were imagining herself locked in combat. The increasingly liquid sounds from her womanhood were drowned out by the partisan shouting from the spectators, who urged on their chosen fighter, oh, who were simply carried along by the animalistic site of two, toned woman striving to win a mate. Indeed, in a move that looked as though Sasha was mounting Lucia to trib her, their sexes were brought into contact. However, it was war not love that drove both women.

It was Lucia who scored the first strike, the tip of her blade piercing Sasha’s side as the redhead succeeded in straddling the Latina. With a cry of pain, but also fury, Sasha growled as she almost simultaneously drove her blade through the tanned meat just below Lucia’s left breast. It was now the Latina’s turn to cry out, and she drew her blade which had not penetrated far in order to try and plunge it back in deeper. However, the European snarled and pushed deeper, driving the steel in up to the hilt. As the blade penetrated to its full length, the redhead let out a short yelp of ecstasy. 

A series of gasps and shouts arose from the spectators. In the box opposite Ann and Bridget, the woman who had been hanging out of the box while her stallion rammed in and out of her, came loudly. A brutish noise issued from the man as he emptied himself into his mistress. They were not the only ones to climax. Down in the arena Eva let out a cry as she gushed over her fingers, admiring Sasha’s pert backside as she clenched it, pushed up as Lucia bucked arching her back for the last time as the redhead twisted the knife. Sasha’s reward was jet of warm red that spattered her torso, and her own pussy dripping furiously.

As Lucia moaned and twitched, Sasha felt her clitoris extend and her nipples harden to bursting point. She roared her victory as she shook with the most powerful orgasm. Sasha left the blade embedded and loosening the pressure of Lucia so that the Latina slowly slid down the wall. Eventually, her eyes were level with the redhead’s pussy, still spasming from her climax. As her eyes closed, she could smell the scent of her rival and hear her fingers working hard as her juices dripped.

Above her own groans, cries from the spectators were still coming, ‘Go on Sasha, do it to her! Finish the bitch!’ To show she had fulfilled both their and her desire, the redhead raised her hands in victory. There was an eruption of both applause and moans as women around the pit finished themselves. A deep growl issued from the second male spectator as his mistress and her female lover pumped their hands frantically up and down his shaft. Two thick ropes of semen looped out of the box and landed heavily on the black padded leather floor. (He would come three more times that evening but would only watch as the two women continued their energetic lovemaking into the small hours.)

Slowly, Sasha stood, and with smeared the gouts of red that had spattered her torso with both hands, then massaged her breasts and pudenda smearing them. She now moved forward towards Eva who stood before her, entranced by what she had just seen. The mature sexy woman she opened her arms to acknowledge the victrix who entered her embrace pausing to rub her breasts against Eva’s. She then pushed her stained pubis to meet Eva’s who slowly rolled her hips, accepting the victrix’s offering of her rival’s fluids.

Ann and Bridget were both feasting on what they had just seen, their fingers had been busy in their own slits, but they had stopped short of coming. Bridget spoke deliberately, ‘I don’t want to waste this feeling, I feel so aggressive.’ Ann smirked, ‘Of course, you just watched watch one woman finish another, well I want to finish you.’ Then pausing so that Bridget wondered what kind of challenge Ann was making, she added, ‘Sexually!’ Without a pause, Bridget replied, ‘I accept your challenge! Your place or mine?’

In a dream like state, they looked down into the pit to see Eva and Sasha kissing passionately as the lights dimmed in the fighting pit. They would spend that evening making love while a video of the fight that had just taken place played on loop. Later, as Sasha watched the moment of her triumph over Lucia, she screamed with pleasure as Eva furiously worked her pussy, her fingers sawing in and out of the redhead as her clear juices spurted in time with Lucia’s red juices.

Mutual Assessment

On the way to the small private elevator that served the luxury suites, Bridget noted the pleasing sway of Ann’s hips and her elegant calves and ankles. As the doors closed, Ann faced Bridget and with some emphasis opened her the cleavage revealing her right breast completely. Upping the ante, Bridget took opened hers fully, revealing both hers while thumbing her nipples.  Ann’s chest heaved with desire at the display of aggressive passion; she had now tasted Bridget’s sexual elan. The tension between the two women smouldered as the elevator halted, and the doors opened. They simultaneously covered their breasts and exited.

Moments later they entered the Ann’s room both women instinctively moved to the centre of the room. Ann made sure the lighting was subdued and placed a “do not disturb” sign on the door. There was a large expanse of carpet with only a small coffee table which Ann carried. Bridget noticed a pair of training blades side-by-side on a side table, set back in a small recess. 

Immediately, Ann stepped out of her high heels as did Bridget. Wordlessly Ann sensuously pulled the inner cleavage of her dress, so that it slipped from her shoulders, she let the silk material settle both breasts now fully on display. Bridget rolled her shoulders and allowed the weight of the dress to fall, so that she too was revealed to her rival. Hooking her thumbs into her skirt Ann eased it over her hips and stepped out as Bridget undid a single zip and let hers fall, gracefully flicking it up onto the settee with her right foot. They were both sizing up and admiring their opponent’s flawless figure, and as would be expected, considering each other both as fighters and potential lovers. They were now about a metre apart. 

Slowly and seductively, Ann pushed her pudendum towards Bridget who, hands on her hips, splayed her fingers so they pointed towards her pussy. Ann thrusted twice gently at Bridget, an indication of where some of their combat would take place. Deftly, Bridget opened herself with her forefinger and index finger, exposing her pussy to Ann who, despite herself swallowed silently. It was Bridget, who finally husked the words, ‘let’s get in touch with our inner she-cat, and see what each other is bringing.’ Ann’s eyes flashed, ‘yes, I want to see how you move, and let’s take it in turn to pro each other’s femininity before we match them.’ Ann then moved to pick up the two knives and handed one to Bridget. Instantly, the two women started to circle with the knives held in a forward grip. 

Ann smiled and said, ‘Thinking how this might be you and me doing what we just saw?’ Bridget, her voice cracking with excitement, ‘Oh, I want it so badly, and I think you do but first we need to make sure we are well matched where it matters.’ Ann, her eyes never leaving Bridget’s, said slowly and deliberately, ‘Yes, to show we are willing to open ourselves to cold steel, we should show we are women enough to open ourselves to each other’s animal weaponry – teeth and claws.’ 

Probing a Rival

The two women, eyes locked throughout, slowly lowered themselves to the floor, placing the knives to one side and dropped to all fours. Their toned physiques displayed a combination of muscularity and litheness. Languidly they began to circle the rug in a clockwise direction; it was another chance to display and compare their bodies as they moved sinuously around the fur floor covering.  For two minutes, they moved at an even pace each eyeing the other hungrily with steely determination. 

It was Ann who decided to submit first to her rival to be probed. As Bridget closed in from behind, she bared her teeth paused then resumed a slow slinking approach to Ann, letting out a low growl. In a gesture of defiance and sexual confidence, Bridget pushed her rear upwards, showing her readiness to be penetrated by Ann. The growl dropped deeper in tone; the sound of a female which could smell the close presence of a rival. 

Ann’s eyes studied the flesh, and an elegant, manicured index finger traced a line, moving from the back of the slit forwards, exposing the pink moistness as it halted. She then raked her fingers down Bridget’s backside to show that her claws could bite if needed. Ann then pressed against the root of Bridget’s clitoris, applied and released the pressure in time with the throb of her pulse. Judging the time right, Ann then slowly pushed her finger up to the second knuckle, ensuring that it rubbed along the base of the pink spike. Bridget successfully suppressed a lustful groan, even though her juices were now starting to coat Ann’s probing digit. 

Giving into her reverie, Ann growled lustily as she slid her finger rapidly in and out of the wet passage; Bridget showed some resistance by contracting tightly around the invading digit. Ann spoke firmly, ‘Imagine this finger is my blade sheathing itself in your rib cage. Bridget suppressed a groan, as Ann waggled her finger and growled again; Ann then touched herself with her free hand, and felt that her pussy was brimming with juice. Her sexual appetite then expressed itself as she let Bridget feel her teeth on her firm behind, letting her know that if it came to a fight, she could expect to feel her animal weaponry on her flesh. 

Then, in a supremely primal sexual act, Ann opened Bridget from behind and lewdly stabbed her tongue against the tight rosette. She was gratified to hear Bridget suppress a groan of lust. Two fingers were still in Bridget’s pussy which she pulled out slowly, with Bridget still kneeling prostrate, she rubbed slowly it along her upper lip.  She wanted to smell her rival during the upcoming contest, it was a recognized stimulant to a fighter to have the scent of her rival in your nostrils. 

Ann had turned and was crawling in the opposite in the opposite direction in her slinky sensuous. At a few feet distance, Bridget followed her, sizing up Ann’s delectable rear which she conspicuously rolled, knowing the affect it would have on her rival. Ann raised her fingers to her nose inhaling Bridget’s musk; then, still on all fours, she reached back between her legs and lewdly opened her pussy with two fingers.

Bridget’s nostrils flared as she acknowledged the lewd confidence of her rival in flaunting herself to be examined. She expertly guided her index and middle finger between Ann’s labia and pushed into the slick, warmth making sure that the underside of the digit rubbed along the root of her clit as she penetrated her opponent. She kept pushing until both knuckles were totally enveloped in the pussy; she savoured the moistness, purring as she sawed her finger in and out while Ann, gripping tightly, demonstrated the power of her vaginal muscles.

In response, Bridget vibrated her finger from side to side, all the while caressing the base of Ann’s clit. Shuddering involuntarily, a spasm of aggressive lust came over Bridget; and she used her teeth on her backside, to signal her aggressive intent. Bridget noted with satisfaction that when Ann felt the pressure of her teeth, she let out a small sigh of desire and pushed back impaling herself even more deeply on her probing digit. Slowly Bridget withdrew the invading digits and watched them emerge, slick with Ann’s juices. 

Tasting her juice smeared finger, Bridget thought how she’d feeling Ann’s bitch-come run down the inside of her thighs. With that Bridget knelt upright. Still on her knees, Ann moved slowly around and knelt upright close next to Bridget sideways on. Ann pushed her pussy hard against the side brunette’s thigh so the brunette could feel the hot stickiness; Ann then dragged her prominent clit upwards until Bridget could feel the stiff nub against her hip. Ann’s voice was raw with tension as she whispered, “Come on, let’s feel each other out, I want know how stiff your spike is, before I jam mine up against yours!” 

At the same time, Ann’s fingers were probing Bridget’s pussy, and she liked what she found, groaning as she imagined their clits side-by-side, invading each other’s clitoral hoods. Bridget pivoted to face Ann and now fingers were busy working each other’s sex as they entered the opening stage of sexual combat. The sound of wet pussies being fingered was interrupted by controlled grunts as each got familiar with her rival. As they stopped working each other, they gave a grunt of remorse as they pulled themselves away from each other; fingers were instinctively raised to open mouths as each tasted her rival. 

Where it Matters Most

Ann slowly opened her legs, as she fingered her pussy and hissed defiantly. Opening herself brazenly, Bridget ran her right index finger between her lips exposing her prominent clit as she lowered herself to the rug. Opposite her Ann took up position and opened her legs to display herself to Bridget who, raising herself on her hands and feet, moved towards her rival. Crossing one leg over the other, facing each other, they took up this classic scissor position. The tension rose as the firm thighs came into to contact; each thought she could feel the heat of her opponent’s pussy. 

When it came, the impact was electric, and despite their experience each woman let out a low grunt as they felt the moist warmth of their labia opening against each other. They rocked gently, pushing and probing; Ann dropped her pussy low and slowly ran it up along Bridget’s until her clit penetrated the fleshy folds and grazed her rival’s pink spike. At this invasion of her sex, Bridget bared her teeth but held herself steady. She was challenging Ann to match her, to prove she could take whatever her rival could throw at her.  This early in a fight it was a bold move, as at this stage the participants are normally feeling each other out, it was a confident move. 

Ann decided she would take the fight up a level and lowering her pelvis, Ann pushed in slightly closer, the tip of her clit caught the root of Bridget’s clit and she dragged it along the spike until the two tips touched. Bridget held her position but a flicker in her eyes betrayed the effect of the move was unmistakable. Skillfully shifting her position a little, Ann pushed the tip of her clit so that it hooked Bridget’s horn, pulling it out its hood. Ann then rubbed it up and down with her spike so that Bridget’s stiffened, so that it was blade-hard. 

Both women were now fully extended, and their slits brimmed with the liquid results of their sensual contest. As Bridget felt the heads of the clits tangle, she instinctively moved forward to relieve the tension. As Ann looked down, she saw the locked clits disappear into the twin hood, as her opponent pushed back against her. Two sets of masked eyes raised to scan for signals of weakness as each woman cautiously rolled her pussy against her rival’s. As they built a rhythm each gently pressed forward, probing with her clit, horn to horn. Inevitably, this would be where the encounter would be decided, but their experience meant that they resisted the urge to escalate the conflict at this early stage.

Ann growled, ‘Come on slut, time to joust clits if you think you’re are woman enough!’ Bridget snarled back, ‘Yes, I want to drive my clit deep into your hood, just like I want to sheath my blade in your torso!’ The probing and grinding continued for some minutes, both combatants holding themselves well, competing in a battle of style as well as physiques; they looked spectacular, poised and in control, neither betraying the sexual excitement and passion that was building. The soft wet sound of pussies in contact was joined by the heavier breathing of the women as the tension built. 

It was Ann who tried to dictate the tempo. Breaking from the grinding motion, she jabbed forward once, then again. Bridget slowed, opening herself a little more as if challenging Ann to start her attack. She then stabbed her clit into Bridget’s hood, the first thrust caught and slid by on the right-hand side, the second to the left while the third found the two horns head on, pushing directly against each other. Bridget angled herself to bring the entire length of their clits against each other. Still scissoring each other, they ground harder and for the first time since the combat started, grunts betrayed the effort and response. The flow of juice increased and started to seep back along their inner thighs. 

After two or three minutes, Ann raised a hand to request a pause; she reached down and with two fingers decorously opened herself. Her horn was on full display; the erect spike of flesh reared defiantly at her rival. Bridget, while staring fixedly at Ann’s weaponry, also bared her own angry livid throbbing nub. They moved together again and now they ground up and down against each other, one rising and the other moved downwards, resulting in their clits being in constant contact. As the grating sped up, gasps and groans built in intensity. 

Lowering her gaze from Ann’s eyes, Bridget looked to her rival’s stomach searching for the tell-tale signs of the start of an orgasm. Picking up the pace and angling herself slightly, Bridget rammed her clit rapidly against Ann’s, drawing gasps from both women. A sharp exhalation, followed by a suppressed groan, was more evidence that Ann was on the brink. Exultant, Bridget thrust six times until she was rewarded by a suppressed shriek and the sight of Ann’s head snap back; the brunette growled lustily as she continued to stab her rival’s clit ruthlessly. 

The result of experienced women taking each other on, often means that when the crisis comes, it comes more powerfully. The anticipation of the event had resulted in both women being sexually aroused all day, even as they went about their work. The pre-fight rituals had meant both were far more aroused than they had let on to each other. Bridget’s desire to make Ann come led Bridget to make a novice’s mistake which nearly brought herself close to the edge of coming; her total engagement with the sight and sound of her rival coming so hard nearly triggered her own climax.

Slowing the pace and pulling back slightly as Ann continued to come, Bridget heard a loud cry and felt a warm sensation as juice sprayed across her pussy. A second jet splashed her clit, then a third and fourth. Ann was still gasping but her head was now erect, and she was openly riding her orgasm, using her own lust as a weapon. It was too much. Bridget gasped and it was now she who turned her head to the ceiling and roared, as the recovering Ann goaded her, growling, “Yes, go on bitch, spend like the slut you are!” Bridget rewarded Ann with a warm gush that drenched her pussy.

With the express aim of triggering a response from Ann, Bridget gave voice to her intense feelings as she growled, “Come on, give it to me!” Ann’s flow of juice increased, but she held it together, and was rewarded by the sensation of an increase in the flow pouring from her rival. By now, the sexual aggression levels of both were deep into the red. Lapsing into her native German, Ann hissed, “Hundin” as she worked Bridget, who replied angrily, “I am more bitch than you’ll ever be.” 

Each woman was now fully aware of how to play the other. Ann stabbed her clit full length of Bridget’s slit, while she in turn worked hers at an angle against Ann’s. Each then took the others’ right hand and they pulled each other in tight, snarling with lust and the fierce drive of women in sexual competition. Once again, the two stiff, pink, spikes of flesh stabbed and slashed against each other, now a little redder than previously, and even more sensitive because of the almost continuous friction to which they had been subjected. 

For over two hours, the pair bucked and ground against each other, cries of pleasure and curses rang out as they fought it out. Covered in a sheen of sweat, nipples erect and teeth bared, they rocked as each woman demonstrated her sexual stamina and her desire to dominate the other. Ann snarled at her rival, ‘I’ll drain you juiceless, bitch!’ Bridget responded, ‘You running dry? You’ve flooded my pussy with your slut juice!’

Finally, Bridget managed to slow the tempo, pushing her clit deep into Ann’s hood in a staccato movement. Already on the brink, Ann threw back her head as her abs contracted powerfully as the crescendo of a multiple orgasm shook her. Releasing her grip on Bridget’s forearm, she fell backwards arching her back as she spurted ferociously, her juices splashing her rival’s pussy. Involuntarily Ann cupped her own breasts, thumbing the thick brown nipples as she wailed and bucked. Bridget, was also on the point of orgasm, and with a growl, Ann with a final gesture ran her clit the full length of Bridget’s pushing her over the edge into a screaming orgasm.

Ann was the first to speak, ‘I loved our competition, sex-to-sex is so hot, especially when our clits tangled.’ Ann paused then added, ‘But a sexfight is not enough, is it? Not after what we have seen.’ The silence weighed heavy before Bridget answered, ‘I keep thinking about how that could have been you and me down in that pit.’ Ann answered in a calmly but definite manner, ‘I want that for us so much, to see who is best.’

The silence continued as the couple both played out the image of them slashing and stabbing at each other, naked, both determined to take it ‘all the way.’ They agreed that they would talk to each other in a week’s time to see if they felt the same way.

Fatal Phone Call

As agreed, a week later on a Saturday evening the two women phoned each other to see what they had decided. Midnight had seemed an appropriate time to talk about what would be a decisive conversation for one, and perhaps, for both of them. 

Ann: Hi Bridget, glad you are still woman enough to make this call.

Bridget: Oh, I wouldn’t miss this call! I’ve been thinking about this chat all day wondering if you were woman enough to make it.

Ann: I have to say that I’ve been distracted thinking about you and whether you have decided.

Bridget: Oh yes, I’ve decided and I expect you will have decided too.

Ann: Last week has been playing in head all week, watching two women clash physically to a definite finish, was totally arousing.

Bridget: It wasn’t just a physical stimulant, was it?

Ann: No, it was mentally intoxicating, a mixture of adrenaline and sexual arousal.

Bridget: What amazed me was that Sasha and Lucia were both sexually aroused, despite their physical danger, or perhaps because of it. I don’t think I have ever seen such hard nipples.

Ann: Having Eva watch only a few feet away must have been so hot, but it wasn’t just their nipples that gave away their arousal – their tangas were soaking.

Bridget: I knew it wasn’t just sweat, I could see the tip of their clits pressing erect against the material.

Ann: If we were fighting with real blades, do you think that you would be that aroused? I feel sure I would be. 

Bridget: I know my pussy would be dripping, but I’d be totally focused on bringing my blade to cut you.

Ann: Oh, I am so wet now imagining our blades connecting as we try to cut each other. 

Bridget: I’d moan with pleasure, every time I cut you, I imagine you snarling every time I break your skin.

Ann: OMG, the soundtrack to our fight would be insanely erotic. Imagine us grunting each time we closed in on each other and tangled body to body, punctuated by the yelps and snarls as we slash and stab at each other. 

Bridget: Yes, the sound of two rival alpha bitches is so horny. I am so glad that they filmed Eva and Lucia fighting, but I can replay the entire fight in my head just listening to the audio. 

Ann: Yes, the sound was amazing – I converted the film into an MP3. I secretly played it today at work and I had to change my panties twice!

Bridget: Yes, when Sasha pushed her knife in up to the hilt and Lucia groaned, it sounded like she was coming. 

Ann: That half-snarl, half squeal that Sasha let out as she cut into her sounded like a she was coming too. The fight was so sexy, and it wasn’t just because they were fighting over a sexual partner.

Bridget: No, it was as if they were seeking to dominate each other sexually, the ultimate aim being to penetrate your rival up to the hilt.

Ann: Oh, yes, the knife as phallus…

Bridget: They were so evenly matched. I didn’t want them to finish. It was exciting when Sasha spilt Lucia’s red, I could feel my juices start to flow at the same time. I think there is a lot of similarity between getting a rival bitch to spill her juice, whether it is red or clear, right?

Ann: Well, we managed to pull a lot of juice out of each other after the fight, didn’t we? I think we drained each other. I know our warring pussies really scented each other deeply.

Bridget: I could smell your bitch juice on my pussy the next morning and I really didn’t want to lose it by showering. I distinctly recall your musk even now.

Ann: Smell is the most primal instinct and what we did when we went pussy to pussy so intensely was to unleash some animal drive that was a mixture of fighting and fucking. 

Bridget: What Lucia and Sasha did was a combination of fighting and fucking, violence for sex.

There was a silence for a few moments as the importance of what had been said. Lying on their beds a few hundred kilometres apart, the women remembered why they had agreed to make the phone call.

Ann: Well, our fuck-fight was inconclusive. So, it means we have unfinished business, don’t we?

Ann: Oh yes, we need to find out which one of us is the top bitch.

Bridget: Do you want to take that test to its ultimate limit? 

Ann: You mean, you and me, take it all the way?

Bridget: Well, I want to use real blades when we meet. So yes, all the way, flesh to flesh and steel to steel, to a finish!

Ann: I take it you are alone now. Do you have yours with you? (Ann’s voice trembled slightly, betraying her excitement in anticipation of her response.)

Bridget: You mean my bitch blade? Yes, of course I have it with me. 

Ann: I have warmed mine up, I have been running it over my body. When I push it into you, I want it to be body temperature like you are feeling part of me penetrating you.

Bridget: How alike we are, I have done the same but mine is also moist.

Ann: Let me guess, you smeared your juices on it, because when you imagine sheathing it in me, you want the essence of your womanhood inside me.

There was a silence as Bridget breathed in as her adrenalin surged, recognizing how alike her rival was. 

Bridget: I imagine you have the same ambition. How appropriate for competitive bitches to want to scent her rival with her most intimate juices.

Ann: I think that when we go at it, we’ll each charge the air with our pheromones, it’ll add to the fight fever. 

Bridget: That’s the challenge, to harness our alpha bitch aggression, and keep it focused and under control until one of us downs the other.

Ann: This is the point where I should say, that’ll be me bitch, but I sometimes wonder if we might draw. You know, both of us drives her blade home up to hilt at the same time.

Bridget: You mean repeat the draw in our fuck-fight? I have been told it happens, I think a lot of the members would get off on that. 

Ann: I have come imagining that myself, each of us doing the other simultaneously.

Bridget: Me too, I wonder if we would come together as we drove the blades up to the hilt.

Ann: Careful, you might have to change your panties again.

Bridget: Well, I am not wearing any, I’m naked on my bed with just the blade that I imagine driving into you. 

Ann: Oh, so am I, and my blade is not the only thing that is as hard as steel, my clit just burst out of its hood thinking about sinking my blade into you.

Bridget: I am working mine too, thinking about us circling, stabbing and slashing before going into a clinch, each trying to work the blade towards her rival…

Ann: Did you name your blade yet?

Bridget: Yes, of course, a blade needs a name. Tell me yours first…

Ann: I named it for what I want to use it for…I call her ’slut slicer’ that’s what a horny slut like you deserves – and wants!

Bridget: Ooh! Hot name…mine is called ‘bitch spit,’ because I am going to carve your meat.

Ann: Well, my meat is already hot, as is yours I expect.

There was a pause as each women swallowed and fingered herself before the dialog continued.

Ann: Did you start your training yet? I assume you have someone to spar with. What kind of blade are you using?

Bridget: yes, Alexis has sent me a blade mistress, she’ll be with me until we meet. We have not decided what kind of blades we will use in training.

Ann: Good, I hope you don’t use dueling knives in your training, because I demand the right to be the first person to cut you!

Bridget: Yes, we should reserve that opportunity for each other! I so want to be the first to cut you!

Ann: Did you personalize your blade yet?

Bridget: I have had the handle wrapped in the blue material from the dress that I wore when we first met.

Ann: Nice touch, I’ll do the same, it’ll make a nice detail for the audience. 

Bridget: Have you told your sponsor of your decision? What did she say?

Ann: Well, our sponsors thought we might become firm rivals, which is why they left us together. Even Birgitte was surprised that a ‘blade virgin’ would want to go all the way in her first fight.

Bridget: Birgitte tells me the wealthiest members will pay insane amounts to be there in person to watch two blade virgins fight to a finish. I can’t wait to tell her so that she and Alexis can get this organized. 

Ann: I’ll tell Alexis you agreed as soon as we finish here, but I have one more thing to tell you about my blade. Can you guess?

Bridget: Let me guess, perhaps a modification to the blade? 

Ann: You guessed right! I had your name etched onto it.

Bridget: Ha! Me too, so when I sheath it in you, you’ll know that’s where it belongs!

Ann: Well, I intend to stick you first! Let’s see if you’re still woman enough to face me in a month’s time.

At this point, the conversation was at an end…

Virgins to Vixens

Birgitte and Alexis both agreed to the requests, and while they had expected and engineered the rivalry between the two, neither expected them to ask to go all the way. They both spent a long time talking to their protégées, and both concluded that they would stage the fight outside the club. There would be a great deal of criticism if the membership was denied that spectacle. 

Two months later the pair were flown back to Asia. They travelled first class, the club acknowledging the status of their upcoming contest. The organisers took care that they would not meet each other, it was critical for the effect that the first time they would see each other would be facing each other in the fighting pit. Both women were housed in luxurious suites that surrounded the fighting pit, hidden at the center of the complex, and were given access to training facilities. They were allowed several days of recuperation to ensure that neither was suffering the effects of jetlag. 

The anticipation of the fight built to screaming point in both women. They had been forbidden from communicating with each other in person. They both developed an incredibly close relationship to their blades, and each evening before they slept, they ran their forefingers over the cold steel, each with the name of her rival inscribed in it. Each night they imagined the fight, becoming highly aroused. Each woman shouted her rival’s name as she came, and often murmured the other’s name before she fell asleep.

Finally, the night of the contest came, and surprisingly, neither woman felt any emotion other than the thrill at the idea of being able to better her rival. The preparation for their entrance into the fighting pit began with their sponsors, Alexis for Bridget and Birgitte for Ann, preparing them. Dressing was simple, each woman put on a short silk dressing robe,

red for Ann and blue for Bridget. Then each stepped into her tanga, which matched the color of the robes, echoing the colors they had been wearing when they both met. 

On the hip of each tanga was a sheath which held their weapons, the handles of which were also red and blue.

The spectator area around the fighting pit pulsed with an electric anticipation of the coming clash. The audience tonight was totally female, the fact that the fight slated to go all the way, meant that it was a member only affair, therefore women only. There was a hubbub of chatter which ceased as soon as the entrance doors at opposite sides of the fighting pit slid open. Up on the screens in each box, an image of the two blades appeared. They were double edge knives, designed to both slice and pierce flesh. On one side of the blade, Ann and Bridget had etched the blade names, respectively ‘slut slicer’ and ‘bitch spit’; the other side showed their rival’s name. The members revelled in these details.

A gong sounded, and the voice of the mistress of ceremonies stated in a clear voice, ‘Ladies, are you both determined to take this all the way?’ In unison, Ann and Bridget responded firmly, ‘Yes!’ The mistress continued, ‘Then state your blade vixen pledge!’ Again, in unison, the two fighters intoned the vow, ‘Blade virgins will shed red to become blade vixens! We will slash and stab, cut and to slice, until there is only one vixen, the victrix!’ For a second time, the gong sounded, the lights dimmed but a faint spotlight shone on the two warriors who now faced off. 

In a single move, both women shrugged off their silk robes, which resulted in an intake of breath from the spectators as they feasted their eyes on the young taut bodies. It was evident that both women had been training hard, the firmness of their breasts and thighs clearly in evidence, while both had retained an alluring femininity. The final preparation for their clash came when each woman slipped her blade into the string holding her tanga and cut it, allowing the already damp material to fall to the ground. 

Each woman was now naked before her rival, and her flesh open to the steel of her blade. Both stepped forward until they were only two meters apart, showing a composure that was impressive, even to the veterans of blade fights watching above. In expression of the feminine nature of this conflict, each woman lent back slightly as she pushed forward her pubis towards her rival. Each then dragged her index finger through her pussy and moistened each side of her blade.

Birgitte and Alexis, having now taken their place in the box of honor, nodded at each other, recognising how well they had understood the competitive nature of their two protégées. They knew that this gesture was a reference to the sex fight that had been inconclusive, but which also meant this fight was to show who was the best woman where it mattered most. The center of every woman’s sexuality is her pussy. Finally, a gong sounded, signaling the start of the fight. 

Immediately, the couple started to circle arms spread, each right-handed, holding her knife in the direction of her rival. Moving clockwise, they circled twice, deliberately giving the audience an opportunity to see what they bought to the fight. The first result was that several of the 20 or so spectators slipped out of their panties, there was no doubt that both women were spectacular specimens of the female warrior class.

Gradually, they closed with each other, Ann slashed at Bridget’s breasts who swiftly angled her torso backwards to dodged the swing. Ann, taking advantage of Bridget’s now exposed thigh, slashed downwards nicking the top near her groin. Bridget mirrored the move grazing rival just below her left breast. It was clear that both women had been training hard. Each had spilt the other’s red but these injuries were just a taster of what each had planned for the other.

The auditorium was hushed as the two circled again their feet shuffling slowly as they looked for an opening. Both women still held their knives in the forward grip with the edge up, Bridget gestured with her left hand for her rival to approach. As she did so, and reversed her grip on the knife with the blade turned down, indicating her readiness to stab downwards. In anticipation, Bridget raised her knife still in the forward grip. As Ann reached Bridget, she kicked at her left leg, attempting to throw her off balance. However, Bridget had anticipated this move and tensed her leg. 

Deftly, Bridget caught Ann by the wrist as the she tried to bring her knife down towards her collarbone. This resulted in the first bodily contact between the two women, and Bridget successfully brought her knife up fast so it sheared across Ann’s hip, cutting her superficially. Ann responded with a hiss, then a growl as the two women struggled to throw the other to the floor of the pit. The primal grunting as these two magnificent female fighters tested their honed bodies against each other was a strong aphrodisiac to the spectators. 

Their breasts came into contact, and their steel hard nipples fought their own duel until each woman thrust the other away, breaking so they could find another way to drive their blades home. Already a light sheen of sweat was evident on both torsos, and both were marked by a trickle of red, Bridget from her thigh and Ann from her hip and breastbone. Neither woman had ever felt so alive or aroused! Like the skilled fighters they had become, each circled rather than move in a straight line towards her opponent’s empty hand. The expensive and expert training that their two sponsors had lavished upon them had not been wasted.

The two then closed in on each other, suddenly in a flash of steel, each woman slashed at the other. Ann darted forward pushing Bridget backwards, who, recovering quickly, kicked at her attacker’s legs setting her off-balance. As she fell Ann reversed her grip of her blade, and with a dextrous down thrust, tore a neat gash in the side of Bridget’s left breast, and pulled her down with her. Bridget let out a cry of rage and as she came down on top of Ann, she plunged her knife hard towards her throat. Missing she found that she had embedded her knife in the padded flooring of the fighting pit.

Growling, Ann rolled Bridget over, leaving her rival’s knife still stuck in the floor. For a split second and was on top and pushing the point of her blade towards Bridget throat. With lightning-fast reactions, Bridget grasped the threatening wrist with one then two hands. Ann added her left hand and roared as she tried to push the point home, Bridget added her own low growl as the two strained against each other. Bridget bucked hard, trying to dislodge her rival, while in response Ann clinched her buttocks, melding their pubic regions together. Had they focus for anything other than the struggle over the knife, they would have felt their erect clitorises jammed tightly together. 

For what seemed like minutes to the fighters, but was only half a minute, they grunted as Ann tried drive the blade into Bridget’s throat. The spectators were completely silent as the enthralled spectators watched the drama play out on the floor of the fighting pit. Eventually one partisan voice cried out, ‘Go on Ann, you’ve got her, now stick the bitch!’ This vocal support had an aphrodisiac effect upon Ann, and with what sounded like an enraged animal, she pushed down with maximum force.

Bridget reacted just in time, rolling her hips she tipped Ann to the right, changing the trajectory of the knife, so that it also ended up point down, deep in the flooring. Instinctively, the two women broke, each desperate to retrieve her blade. They ended up on all fours facing each other, crawling to retrieve their knives. With their blades safely returned to their determined grips they intently watched each other, they moved to a low crouch, resuming their slow circle, moving towards each other’s knifeless hand. 

Their tangle on the floor had slightly opened their cuts, but neither showed any real concern and they both moved as confidently as they had at the beginning of the fight. Bridget, despite having come so close to disaster, radiated a confident aggression, while Ann seemed angry with herself for having let slip such an opportunity. Recovering her composure, with her left hand, she beckoned her rival towards Bridget, hissing, ‘If you want to stick me, bitch you’ll have to bring your ‘slut slicer’ to me.’ 

With a growl, Bridget, with her knife in a forward grip, jumped forward, it was her turn to be confident as Ann took two steps backwards, parrying a beautifully executed thrust. For the first time in the fight, there was a metallic click as the two blades came into contact. They remained locked as Bridget slammed her pubis into Ann’s, causing her to move back until she came into contact with the sloping wall of the pit. Making a slight scraping sound the two blades disengaged, they were out of sight of the audience as each woman brought her knife in the gap between their two torsos. As Bridget pinned Ann to the wall, both women simultaneously let out sharp cry.

Each has driven the tip of her knife into the underside of the other’s right breast, they were now snarling at each other as they sliced through the taut meat. Each had scored the first significant cut of the contest. Anxious to free their blades, each ripped rightward through the soft flesh. Ann pushed Bridget away, breaking her hold they stood facing each other along the side of the wall. 

This time the cuts could not be ignored so easily. Amazingly, despite the punishment their breast had received, their nipples were still erect, and their clitorises poked aggressively from their hoods. The screens in spectator boxes, now showed close-up of their torsos, the damage inflicted seemed equal, these last tears were deep and a slow streak of red moved slowly down towards their pubis. A gentle murmur of excitement filled the air.

Up in the box, Brigitte whispered to Alexis, ‘They really want each other so badly, I have never seen two virgins so worthy of becoming vixens, it’s almost a shame that only one of them can be the victrix.’ Alexis nodded in agreement, adding, ‘Will it be my vixen or yours?’

Brigitte replied, ‘Well, we’ll see, but if they didn’t have blades, I think they’d be using their teeth on each other’s throats.’ Alexis sighed, ‘There will definitely be a victrix, but I think she’ll be badly cut and sliced.’ 

Both women, crouching preparing to receive an attack, circled slowly back into the centre of the arena. Once again, they closed, each stabbing at the other and missing, each decided to close into a clinch. Their coaches have told them, that knife fighting was about using your entire body. There was now a definite edged the competition, and as they grasped each other’s knife hand, their aggression manifested itself in primal ways. Bridget sank her teeth into Ann’s who then sharply bought her knee up between Bridget’s legs. Gradually, this violent dance ended up with both women close to the wall of the fighting pit.

The couple disengaged, while still remaining in striking distance. The cool detachment of the opening phases of the fight had now disappeared. Both women were streaked with red, their mouths turned into snarls, baring their teeth at each other, with one hand each gripped her knife knives always pointed at her rival, looking for an opening. Bridget’s right hand darted forward, as she took a pace towards Ann, and the point pierced and tore a gash along the right side of her rib cage. 

As Bridget followed through for the coup de grace and stepped in close, Ann grabbed her opponent’s side, twisting her and slamming her against the wall. Swiftly moving to press her advantage, she pressed forward with her entire lower body, trapping Bridget against the wall. In an instinctive response, Bridget bought her blade up slicing along Ann’s outer rib cage. With a grunt like a cavewoman, Ann pulled back her lower body and drove it hard against Bridget. In the space than opened between them, Ann’s blade sliced upwards, the point entering just below Bridget’s sternum. Immediately, a roar of approval emanated from the spectators.

Bridget was penetrated by the blade like a mare by stallion, and time seemed to slow. Her reaction was almost ecstatic, and her clitoris extended to its full length. She shuddered as she let out a wild and sent a shower of juice against Ann’s pussy. At the same time, a triumphant snarl issued from Ann, in imitation of her knife, her own clitoris thrust past buried itself deep in Bridget’s clitoral hood. As Ann came, she gushed juices into her defeated rival, scenting her with scent of the dominant bitch, the vixen victrix. Her blade, ‘slut slicer’ had carried a trace of her own sexual juice inside the blonde.

Ann howled with the physical and mental thrill of victory. She felt how Bridget’s defeated clitoris retracted as she started to go limp. Turning her head to the ceiling lights, Ann left out a second shriek of triumph as the audience’s adulation washed over her. The sound of females climaxing fill the arena, as the women worked themselves to orgasm as Ann felt her rival’s body relax and go limp. Letting the blonde sink down the padded wall of the fighting pit, the brunette turned and raised both hands to acknowledge the frenzied praise. As she noted how the steel blade glinted in the glare of the lights and wondered when she would next sheath it in another woman, the new ‘blade victrix’ shuddered and came again.

The End

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