Secret Sex-Fight Society Ch. 01

Tommy was woken from his dreaming when the light-rail came to a screeching halt. He was completely alone on the entire train, and he worried that if someone got on they would try to kill and rob him. This really wasn't a good part of town to be in at 1am, but he was more than capable of protecting himself.

But to his shock it wasn't some dirty homeless person or gangbanger that came aboard. It was a school girl. A cute, sexy, busty little school girl, like something out of a hentai manga. She was barely five feet tall, with her long blonde hair tied up into two long pigtails, and most of her peachy skin was left bare by her microscopic uniform. Her blouse was so short it exposed the bottoms of her round breasts, and her pink nipples showed through the transparent material. Her plaid skirt was so short it left her bubbly butt almost totally bare, and her little legs were covered up by thigh-high socks, with little 'fuck-me' pumps on her feet. The teddy-bear backpack she wore made her look like a child, but Tommy could tell by her body she was at least his age. The outfit actually wasn't that unusual though. Lots of girls dressed like that in Climax City.

Another woman followed her on, and this one sent a shiver down Tommy's cock, stiffening it despite the number of times he had just busted his nut in that slut from earlier. The woman was tall and curvy like a goddess, both firm and soft looking. Her brown skin was the color of milk-chocolate, and her brown hair was cut into a short, stylish, sleek style that made her look like a modern business woman, but her ears had numerous diamond piercings. Her suit was a black, skin-tight, perfectly fitted pencil suit that looked like it was painted on her divine body.

Together they looked like an erotic teacher and student duo from a porno, and Tommy almost wondered if they were some kind of hallucination, or maybe prostitutes on their way to their pimp, but that couldn't be. Prostitutes as hot as these two went for thousands a night. They wouldn't be working this shitty part of town.

Despite the train being completely empty the gorgeous business woman sat down directly across from Tommy, not crossing her legs until the last moment, giving him a good view of her expensive black thong panties. Her powerful legs looked strong enough to kick through a brick wall, and Tommy had to wonder what they'd feel like wrapped around his waist as he beat her black pussy like a drum.

The slutty school girl stood between them, grabbing one of the poles instead of sitting. Her cute, bare ass was right in Tommy's face, and he could see the piece of floss-like underwear she had on, outlining the soft curves of her pussy-mound. He could practically smell her cunt.

"Are you ready for this Bunny?" the woman asked, sounding very serious and stern.

"Of course Miss Chocolate," the girl answered, although she did not sound so sure of herself.

"You better be. You lost the last two. One more, and your ass is out."

"I won't let you down." The little school girl was nervous, judging by the way she kept dancing on her tippy-toes, shaking her cute ass in Tommy's face. He had no idea what they were talking about, but it sounded pretty serious. Maybe this Miss Chocolate was Bunny's pimp, and the little blondie hadn't been pulling her weight recently.

The train hit a bump in the tracks so hard that all the lights flickered on and off. Tommy was almost sent out of his seat, and Bunny was bounced in the air. She landed heavily into his lap, her heart-shaped ass bouncing down on his semi-rigid cock.

"Ouch," she whine. "Stupid old train."

Tommy's cock sprang to attention at the familiar weight of a little hussy in his lap, the firm globes of her buttocks hugging his penis perfectly. She was very light, but her body felt tight, like an athlete's. She was so short that the top of her head only came up to Tommy's chin. She smelled amazing.

"You okay sweetie?" he whispered in her ear. He reached around with one hand and took a firm grip of her left breast, fitting it in his hand like a plump orange. He felt a little shiver run through her body as he squeezed her young chest. She whimpered so cutely.

"Y-yeah," she sniveled. "I'm good."

"You have to be careful on these old trains. You don't want to have an accident. Maybe I should hold on to you. Just so, you know, you don't slip." His other hand glided up her leg, pushing up her tiny skirt and resting on the warm mound of her pussy. She was shivering, and her clit was as hard as a fingernail.

"I . . . I . . . um," she was looking at her older companion, the apathetic Miss Chocolate, who gave no response at all. She seemed completely unconcerned with what was transpiring right in front of her, as if Bunny and Tommy were simply having a conversation. Tommy twisted her little clit to help her decide.

"YES!"

Tommy Moved both hands under her shirt, tweaking her pink nipples as he ran hot kisses down her baby-smooth neck and earlobes, causing her to moan sensually. She was very responsive to his every move, and she started grinding her firm ass over his hard cock, dry humping him better than some women could actually fuck. The buttons of her blouse came undone easily, and her tits were completely exposed to Miss Chocolate, who seemed unimpressed. Tommy moved one hand down to her pussy again, and he found it hot and wet. He put pressure on it, and Bunny almost started to cry as her body coped with the pleasure. She couldn't stop wiggling on his cock.

Tommy couldn't believe what was happening. He had fucked a lot of girls in a lot of taboo and unexpected situations, one time fucking a bride ten minutes before she walked down the aisle, and another time fucking a mother and daughter simultaneously, but this circumstance was still extraordinary. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck this little Bunny until she was screaming her head off and cumming her brains out. He was going to fuck her harder and more thoroughly than she would even be fucked again, but all this would just be foreplay. He wanted to get a reaction from Miss Chocolate, a good one, right before he'd go over to her and jam his cock down her throat. She was the one her really wanted. Bunny was just an appetizer.

Then a cell phone rang. Miss Chocolate's big mocha tits jiggled erotically. She pulled a tiny black phone from between her perfect breasts and checked the screen. She then held it up to Bunny. Tommy could see the bright screen as well. It read: BUNNY VS. ARAÑA.

"They're here," Miss Chocolate said matter-of-factly, standing up. "Come on."

Bunny whined. "But I'm . . . I'm so close-"

"Now! Or you forfeit!"

Bunny whined again, and so did Tommy when she hopped off his lap, re-buttoned her blouse and pulling her skirt back into place. She turned around and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, more of a peck than anything, and then skipped away, her little butt bouncing with every step. Miss Chocolate followed her, heading for the next train car, her own perfect ass swaying with every graceful step of her powerful legs.

"If you know what's good for you," she said to Tommy over her shoulder, "you'll stay right . . . fucking . . . there." She disappeared into the next car, the door closing behind her.

Tommy sat there is stupid silence for easily a whole minute. What the fuck had just happened? Who were those beautiful women, and what were they doing in such a dangerous part of town this late at night. Tommy's cock was as hard as a brick, but with Bunny gone his mind cleared enough to analyze his situation critically. The woman had been very expensively dressed. There was no way her suit cost less than a few thousand dollars, and most of the many small earrings she wore had diamonds in them. She wasn't some hooker, pricey or otherwise, and she seemed to be something other than a pimp, although the way she controlled Bunny was very domineering.

He had to learn what was going on. He moved to the front of the car, ducking so that Miss Chocolate wouldn't see him through the door's window. He wasn't sure why he was even bothering to hide, but something about the mocha-skinned goddess actually frightened him, something on an instinctual level, like when deer encounters a lioness for the first time. There was some sort of almost elemental power emanating from her rock-hard, Amazonian body.

Tommy peeked through the window and saw that two new woman had come onto the train, very similar to the first pair. There was another school girl, this one a tall Hispanic girl with long wavy black hair and heavy bangs that covered up her eyes. Her puffy dark lips were drawn in a disgusted sneer, but even then she was beautiful. Her body was lithe and sporty, although most of it was hidden by a baggy uniform sweater. Unlike Bunny, her outfit was actually pretty conservative, although unusually she wore two leather gloves studded with metal balls that went up to her elbows, and her big leather boots were steel-toed.

The woman she was with her had the exact same shapely physique and silhouette as Miss Chocolate, almost as if they were twins, but she was white and blonde, her milky skin glistening like polished marble. She wore a similar skimpy suit as well, except hers was perfectly white, just a shade or so lighter than her skin. She looked very arrogant and smug.

"So are we agreed on the rules?" Miss Chocolate asked the other woman.

The blonde Amazon nodded. "No weapons except for what already exists in the environment. No interference from other fighters. No breaks or time limits. No tapping out or quitting once the match has begun. To win, one fighter must render the other unconscious. Fighters will refrain from lethal force, and the use of such force will be disqualifying."

"Make sure that crazy bitch of yours understands the last part, Arianna" Miss Chocolate pointed at the Hispanic babe. "No lethal force."

"Oh, don't worry Ciara," the blonde woman, Arianna, answered. "Araña doesn't want to kill your little bitch. She wants to fuck her, and last time I checked, Araña wasn't into necrophilia. Although you should be concerned about losing. Your girl looks like she just graduated from pre-school."

"I'm nineteen you fucking cock-bag," Bunny answered. "More than old enough to wipe the flow with your slut."

Miss Chocolate slapped bunny on the ass so hard it echoed through the train, making the little girl squeak. "Silence Bunny. You're a fighter. Fighters aren't allowed to talk to managers that way." She turned to Arianna as Bunny whined and rubbed her ass. "But she is right about that trash you call a fighter. At least Bunny managed to go one round with Mandingo without getting skull-fucked."

At that remark the Hispanic girl, Araña, looked up with the most furious, hateful expression Tommy had even seen on a woman. Her bangs flew up and he saw her eyes . . . or EYE, really. Her left eye was covered by an eye-patch that had the image of a spider on it.

"No more talk," Araña said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Let's do this."

The two older women smiled at each other, shooting out looks of competitive rivalry like two football coaches before a championship game. They walked to either end of the train-car, Miss Chocolate taking the end closer to where Tommy was hiding, Arianna taking the far end. Araña and Bunny stared each other down like boxers waiting for the bell, fists raised and legs wide apart. Araña was easily a foot taller than Bunny, and had way more reach, but something about the way Bunny bounced around had more energy to it, her young body bursting with spunk. Frightening though, were the gloves and boots Araña wore. They were solid black leather, and they were studded with metal balls. They looked dangerous.

Chocolate and Arianna held up their cell-phones, and they both started chiming in unison. An electronic voice came from the phones, ringing in the train-car like a ghost.

"READY!" the voice rang.

"SET!" it yelled.

"FIGHT!"

And then it started. Araña threw a lightning fast punch right into Bunny's face, and Tommy expected to see the cute girl's nose get crushed like an eggshell, but instead she caught the larger girl's arm, deflecting it with her own forearm. Araña punched again and was again deflected. She followed up with a kick to Bunny's side, but Bunny blocked it with both arms. The two girls went back and forth like this for almost a minute, punching and kicking at each other, neither ever really making contact. Tommy couldn't believe what he was seeing, these two slutty school girls were fighting like master martial-artists.

Tommy could see that the momentum was moving in Bunny's favor though, surprisingly. Araña's blocks and dodges were getting sloppier, more rushed, and she was gasping angrily, whereas Bunny was throwing three punches for every one that she needed to block. Her strikes were getting through as well, occasionally striking Araña in her breasts or stomach, one kick getting her right in the knee, causing Araña to curse in pain. Bunny took the opening and delivered a brutal barrage of quick punches to Araña stomach, finishing her combo with a brutal uppercut to the chin. Araña fell back, her one eye dazed, and she fell to her ass in one of the seats.

Bunny actually did a little dance right in front of her seated opponent, wiggling her bubbly ass in Araña's face. "Get ready to eat this big butt, Araña. I want to feel the long tongue of yours in my ass."

Araña stood back up, clearly dazed and in pain, and she threw one big, risky punch that sailed above Bunny's head, and the smaller girl responded by performing a perfect high-kick (exposing her cute little pussy to Tommy) into the left side of Araña's head, striking her in her blind spot. Araña staggered like a drunk, her long legs shaking as the train-car went over another bump in the track.

And then Bunny performed one of the most amazing maneuvers Tommy had ever seen. She jumped up into the air and grabbed onto the pipes running along the train's ceiling, suspending herself in the air. She then wrapped her supple legs around Araña's head, pulling the Hispanic cyclop's head into her warm pussy. Then, Bunny let go. She fell backwards to the floor, twisting mid-air, which sent Araña off her feet and somersaulting over Bunny. Together they flipped and it ended with Araña on her back and Bunny on top of her, sitting squarely on her opponent's face. They had landed so hard that the whole car shook, and Tommy had to assume that Araña had to be knocked out.

"Damn, that was easy," Bunny said, standing up and dusting off her bare butt. "I guess when Mandingo skull-fucked her he popped the part of her brain that knew how to fight." She jumped up and did a sexy little pose. "Victory by knockout!"

"Bunny, you little retard!" Miss Chocolate yelled. "She isn't down yet!"

"What?" Bunny asked, wasting her last second. Araña's fist flew up and struck Bunny right in her little pussy, smacking so loudly that Tommy winced in sympathetic pain. Bunny cried out in ache, bending over at the waist and sticking out her ass. Araña slid on her back out of Bunny's legs, and her own legs shot up to wrap around Bunny's neck. Then Araña amazingly arched her back, coming to a perfectly rigid handstand, her feet forking tightly around Bunny' neck. Araña was so much taller than Bunny that the smaller girl was lifted completely off the ground by her neck, choking her as her legs kicked helplessly for release. Araña would have to be incredibly strong to maintain such a move. Araña followed it up by performing a sort of back-flip, coming to her feet and throwing Bunny through the air like a ragdoll.

Bunny flew right at Arianna, who at the last second raised her knee so that Bunny's back landed on it.

"FUUUUCCCCKKK!!!" Bunny howled in pain, falling to the floor, clutching her nearly broken spine.

"Hey!" Chocolate yelled. "No interference!"

Arianna shrugged with a bitchy smile. "I wasn't interfering. I was protecting myself. It was a total, utterly, completely unrehearsed accident."

Their argument ended as Bunny staggered to her feet. Araña was upon her in the blink of an eye, and this time her punches met their marks. Her leather-incased fists pummeled Bunny'd face, stomach and breasts, knocking her about with brutal precision. Then Araña grabbed Bunny by her head and pulled it down, bringing her knee up into Bunnies gut so hard that she vomited a wad of spit onto the ground.

Things were not going Bunny's way, Tommy realized, and he wondered if he should jump in and save her. He had almost fucked this little girl a minute ago, so he may have felt some inkling of chivalry, or at least what passed for chivalry. Essentially, he just wanted to protect the pussy that he wanted to fuck, but he did not jump in. He had seen girls fight before, hardly a day went by without a catfight at school, and he always got a boner watching them, but this was so much more intense. For Tommy, who had been getting bored with life and with sex, this was the most bizarrely erotic thing he had ever seen. He didn't care what happened, so long as it was brutal.

Araña's hands were tangled in Bunny's blonde hair, and the taller girl decided to throw the her opponent again. She got a strong grip, and then ran Bunny in the other direction, throwing her at Chocolate this time.

But amazingly Bunny was still lucid enough to reverse it. Instead of running head-first into Chocolate, she jumped up and grasped onto one of the vertical poles used for train-passengers. She swung on it like a stripper-pole, launching herself in the air and kicking Araña in the face with both feet. Araña fell back and Bunny followed her, grabbing onto the next pole and spinning on it as well, using the momentum to spin-kick Araña again and again and again. Araña did her best to block but it was useless, Bunny had too much power built up with her stripper-pole-attack.

"Stupid bitch!" Bunny taunted. "I'm going to kick the shit out of you, and then I'm going to get the biggest dildo in Miss Chocolate's collection, and I'm going to skull-fuck your other eye!"

The angry Hispanic girl screamed in rage, her eye twinkling with a frenzied vengeance. Then Araña did something smart. She ducked down, Bunny's kick swishing through her hair. She reached the floor and with both feet she kicked the pole, almost dislodging it from its socket. Bunny was destabilized, losing her balance and falling face first to the floor at and awkward angle. Bunny tried to crawl up to her feet, but Araña beat her to it. She kicked Bunny in the side, causing the little girl to cough in pain, and then Araña grabbed her blonde hair and slammed her face first into the floor.

"Ditzy little cunt," Araña kicked Bunny again. "Marshmallow shit like you doesn't belong in the Secret Society."

Araña stood over the near unconscious Bunny, still wavering a bit from all the blows to her head. She was breathing heavily, sweating profusely, and her one eye was almost glowing with pure, animalistic hatred.

"Finish her Araña," Arianna encouraged her champion. "Make that little piggy squeal." The blonde woman was visibly hot and bothered by the brutal catfight. Her skirt was hiked up so far Tommy could see her big, wet pussy, which she was fingering casually, and her other hand was inside her jacket, tweaking one of her big, hard nipples. He was in the same aroused state as the buxom woman. He didn't even realize he as stroking his nine-inch cock until he heard the fapping sound. He was hiding behind the door, on his knees, cock in hand like a peeping tom.

"Yes Mistress," Araña obeyed, licking her puffy brown lips.

Then something happened that both aroused and frightened Tommy. Araña grabbed the neckline of her baggy sweater, screamed, and ripped it open, tearing it from neck to waist, into two pieces. The lights flickered and the train rocked. As the soft material was torn away she exposed a lithe, athletic body with almost 0% body fat, her every muscle slightly pronounced. Her light brown skin glistened with sweat, and as she rendered herself naked she seemed to transform into something far less human and far more demonic. The train car was quickly transforming into hell and she was becoming the devil. Her nipples had been tattooed to look like two black spiders clinging to her firm tits, and when she turned to tear off her skirt Tommy saw a spider tramp-stamp over her tight, nimble ass. She even tore her thong panties away, ripping them off like a spider web, and throwing them to the ground. The only things left on her shimmering body were the two studded leather gloves and the leather, steel-toed boots.