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So this has been interesting. Because I didn't know I would be continuing Jerek's adventures until I reached the very end of his first fight, I didn't really know what I was going to do with him after he escaped the pit. In all honesty, I didn't even know where the pit was!

Now that my intention is to keep this going, writing chapter two was a very different experience. Now, I'm looking at the story with an eye on the ongoing narrative, on setting up a bigger storyline and naturally, on Jerek's potential future opponents. I've taken on board some of the feedback I received too. I think the Jerek we see here is already a different man to the one in the first chapter. Not drastically so, but he's certainly been influenced by the events of the pit, both in terms of his attitude and his motivations.

But you guys can be the judge of that, as well as what you think of the story in general. Comments, critiques, feedback is all welcome!

The Journeys of Jerek - Chapter Two: Be Careful What You Wish For

The House of Vayesti was immense. Of all the ruling clans across the land, Madam Vayesti's dwelling was the largest of them all. The Pit was housed on the ground floor, right at the centre of the building. Surrounding that, countless rooms, halls and corridors made up the rest of the structure, with stairways leading up to a first, second and third level.

Jerek knew the building well. It belonged to his Mistress, the Lady Vayesti. What its purpose had been in the time before the Thirst, Jerek did not know. Although impossibly old, the building still stood strong. And whilst it now bore the colours, banner and standards of the House of Vayesti, some echoes of its former existence still remained.

Jerek rounded a corner, his bare feet cold against the smooth tiled floor. Above his head was a familiar placard, one that he had passed numerous times on his daily house duties. Not that Jerek had ever known what a "Gift Shop" was. He had sometimes wondered if it was the name of the building's previous owner. But if that was the case, the house must have been shared amongst many other leaders, including "Fire Exit", "Prehistoric Mammals" and "Dinosaurs of the Cretaceous".

At this moment however, such thoughts were far from Jerek's mind. His attention was solely focused on staying hidden from the many guards that now roamed the corridors, seeking out the escaped prisoner. Since bolting from the pit room, Jerek had headed towards a less utilised part of the building. Here, there were fewer guards on general duty, although he knew their numbers would be increasing soon.

Unfortunately, this route was also taking Jerek away from the building's only way out. Two huge wooden doors at the end of the Great Hall, which Jerek and his fellow slaves were escorted through, twice a day, every day. In the morning, they would go out, taken under armed guard to the mines or the fields. Fourteen hours later, they would return, where further duties awaited them before just a few hours sleep in the men's meager and cramped block. This had been Jerek's life from his earliest memories. Until today.

Walking slowly and carefully, Jerek came to a T-junction and he slowed his pace. He listened intently, trying to hear if anyone was occupying the corridor to the right or left. Hearing nothing, Jerek inched his head around the corner, first looking down the left corridor. All clear. Easing back, Jerek walked to the opposite wall and took a cautious look down the right corridor. It was equally deserted.

"Where is he?" A voice from behind caused Jerek to start. Quickly skirting into the left corridor, now Jerek was peering back in the direction from which he had just come. Some distance down the passageway, Jerek saw movement. Two women, each wearing thigh high black leather boots and a black leather thong bikini. And each carrying stun clubs.

Jerek did not recognise their faces. The House of Vayesti had many guards. But their mission and intent were obvious. Jerek's first instinct was to flee. No. He steeled himself. For now, the women remained far enough way that they could not seem him in the dimly lit hallways. But their voices carried down aisle. Perhaps they would say something that could be of use to Jerek. If Jerek's recent experience in the pit had taught him anything, it had been that knowledge is power. The guards were talking again and Jerek listened.

"How did he escape anyway?" said the first voice.

"Dumb luck," replied a younger voice. "He was being escorted back from the mines and his chains broke."

Jerek frowned, puzzled by the guards' version of events. And then he remembered exactly why his Mistress and the Elite would be so keen to have him captured and silenced. Doubtless, none of the guards had been informed of the true nature of his liberty. But what of the guards that had been witnessed the fight? Sworn to screcy, perhaps? Perhaps not. They had not only seen his destruction of Kalina but they had failed to prevent his escape. Jerek's Mistress was never merciful, not even to her own gender.

By now, the two women were only about twenty metres from Jerek's position and it was time to move. He headed into the darkness of the corridor ahead of him, only to quickly realise the reason for the decreased lighting. This section of the building had not fared as well as the rest, and a pile of bricks, mortar and girders blocked Jerek's path. He turned immediately, seeing a clear path before him down the opposite hallway. But it was too late. The guards were closer, so much so that they would easily see him even if he sprinted across to the adjacent corridor.

Jerek paused. Perhaps if he stayed here, they wouldn't notice him. If the guards already knew this corridor was blocked, they might simply turn right as soon as they reached the junction and walk away from him. He could hide in the darkness and continue to seek a way out undetected. Certainly, the old Jerek would have done just that. Because the old Jerek had not realised he had a choice. An option other than cowering before his female tormentors. Something else had changed too. For the first time since the climax of his fight with Kalina, Jerek could again feel his cock begin to stir. Instinctively, he grasped the stiffening shaft in his fist and began to slowly move his hand up and down.

He remembered the feeling, the sheer physical elation when had shot his load over Kalina's ruined face. And it steeled him. Jerek had fought Kalina because he had to. Now the prospect of another battle was something he actually wanted. Jerek stepped into the light just as the guards reached the junction.

"There!" shouted one of the guards. Jerek could see the two women much clearer now. As guards of the House of Vayesti, they were of course both fine athletic specimens. Not quite as muscular as Kalina, but certainly more so than Jerek. The first was a short haired brunette, older than Jerek, maybe in her early 40's. Her partner was younger, no more than 22 or 23. She had striking red hair, tied back in a ponytail that reached halfway down her back.

Jerek said nothing as the guards approached him. He noted their stun batons were still holstered at the hip. Understandable enough, as far as they were aware Jerek was not a threat. "Don't move, you pathetic waste" said the older woman. She turned to her colleague. "You see Tanith, I told you this would be the best place to search."

"Yes Agnita, you were right", sighed Tanith. "Truly, you have the wisdom that only comes with great age".

If Agnita caught the slight, she ignored it. She returned her attention to Jerek. "I hope this brief taste of freedom was worth your life, pig!", she spat. "Actually, I hope it wasn't! It'll be the pit for you now!" Jerek struggled to supress a smile, doing his best to look as pitiful as he could.

Tanith looked pleased. "The pit?" she said. "I'm scheduled to fight in the pit next. That means you'll be my latest victim!" She stepped closer to Jerek, Tanith's face now almost nose to nose with his. Staring at him impassively, she whispered, "I can't wait to make you scream."

"You first," said Jerek. Tanith complied immediately, motivated by Jerek's knee thumping into her pussy. With her face still only inches from his, Jerek saw the colour fade from her Tanith's cheeks in a matter of seconds. Her scream became a low moan, as the initial explosion of agony in Tanith's crotch now turned to a throbbing ache. She dropped to her knees, both hands clutching at the sensitive area.

Agnita could only stare. Just like Jerek's audience in the pit, Agnita's brain was failing to process what her eyes were seeing. This wasn't something unexpected. It was something impossible. Something that could not be. Jerek offered a silent thanks to his Mistress. In her determination to suppress the truth, Vayesti had sent her guards out with no idea what to expect. Jerek now had surprise on his side. Surprise and a still developing fighting prowess.

Although still struggling to accept an entirely new reality, Agnita remembered her training and she reached for her stun baton. However, before her hand could reach the weapon, Jerek's foot had already reached her face. His heel slammed into Agnita's chin, the force snapping her jaw shut with a teeth-grinding crack. Agnita staggered backwards, taking her away from the still prone Tanith. Jerek returned his attention to the redhead, grabbing her long ponytail in his hand and wrapping it around his fist a few times to secure a tight grip. Yanking Tanith's hair upwards, he dragged her back to her feet so she stood before him once again. No sooner was Tanith upright that Jerek drove another knee into her already tender crotch.

If Tanith was of the belief that she had felt pain before, this served as an educational experience. With her pussy still hurting from Jerek's initial knee strike, this time the sensation was amplified. She cried out again, an anguished yelp, like that of a wounded animal. Jerek released his grip on her hair and Tanith collapsed to the floor, laying on her side and curling up into a foetal position.

Jerek immediately became aware that Agnita was approaching fast. She had recovered, not only from Jerek's physical assault but also her confusion over Jerek's actions. Whatever had just happened, the facts were clear. He was a man. Therefore, he had no chance. Agnita threw a punch that she knew would stop him. Jerek evaded it. Agnita executed another punch, assured that her success was a guarantee. It missed. Agnita began to throw punches without pause. She was fast, her fists seeming to occupy many places at once. But they were never places which contained Jerek. He effortlessly ducked, bobbed and weaved around every strike. Whilst Agnita was pouring all her energy into her assault, Jerek's movements were minimal. And yet always just enough to avoid an impact. Jerek sidestepped a straight punch, cutting it so close that he felt a movement of air against his face as Agnita's fist flew harmlessly by.

However, if Agnita thought she was getting nearer to striking Jerek, she was sorely mistaken. A description that was about to take on a much more literal definition. As Agnita's fist hit nothing but nothing once again, her arm was at full stretch. Jerek quickly grabbed her wrist with one hand and screamed a piercing "EEYAAAAAHH!!" as he smashed a vicious palm strike against the back of Agnita's elbow. Agnita squealed in agony, but not so loud that an audible snap as palm hit bone could not be heard. Agnita's arm dropped to her side and she held it gingerly, wincing as she tried to bend it even just a few centimetres.

Jerek surmised he had bought himself a few seconds. Which would be plenty. He crouched down to where Tanith was still writhing in pain on the floor. Taking a firm grip on the material of her bikini top, Jerek forced her to stand up once more. As he pulled her to her feet, Tanith's substantial breasts spilt from her top. With a shrug, Jerek whipped the garment from her body and tossed it aside. Removing Tanith's stun baton from its holster, Jerek threw it into the darkness. Finally, the rest of Tanith's bikini was removed just as easily, revealing a pussy that now had much more colour than the rest of her pale body.

"Please," she whimpered. "Don't". Jerek frowned. Despite all that had happened, everything that he had done, this was still a bewildering moment for him. A woman had said Please. To a man. To him. It was one thing for Jerek to defend himself, but this? Was this right? Maybe there could be some mercy, after all.

Tanith didn't scream this time. Her mouth opened but the sound did not come. Jerek's knee drilled into her crotch with such ferocity that Tanith could not draw breath. She slumped to the floor but Jerek dragged her up again, now just to her knees. His friends has said please. They had begged and pleaded and cried. Tanith would receive the same mercy that they had been shown.

Holding her head in place with her hair, Jerek crashed his knee into Tanith's face. Her features briefly warped, as though she were pressed against glass. After the impact, Tanith's expression was vacant. Her eyes open, but no sign of awareness stirred behind them. Jerek released Tanith's hair and she fell forwards onto the floor, face first.

A light flickered behind Jerek. Not the soft glow of the hallway lighting, this was brighter. He moved just in time to avoid Agnita's stun baton as she thrust it forwards. Jerek dodged again as she swung the baton at his head. Although Agnita was now fighting with only one good arm, Jerek was all too aware of the effectiveness of the stun batons. From first hand experience, he knew that a single touch would be enough to knock him out. And Jerek had witnessed what prolonged contact could do, when a young slave had once tried to escape the mines. The slave had got his wish. And in the months that followed, his body hung outside the mines as a message to anyone that tried to follow his example.

There was little technique to Agnita's attacks, but she was way past that now. Acting out of sheer desperation, she flailed the baton wildly at Jerek. Biding his time, Jerek waited for the right moment. Jerek ducked and as the baton sailed overhead, he grabbed Agnita's wrist and twisted it hard. The baton fell from her hand, it's power gone the moment she lost contact with it. Jerek kicked it down the hallway, still maintaining a wristlock on Agnita.

She was powerless to escape. Agnita's other arm could offer no means of attack and as Jerek twisted her one good arm around further still, she cried out in misery. Using his free hand, Jerek stripped Agnita of her bikini. With one arm injured and the other painfully bent, Agnita's body was now defenceless. Not that two healthy arms would have stopped Jerek anyway, but now even a hypothetical defence was beyond Agnita's means.

With his own hand holding Agnita's arm outstretched, it almost seemed as though Jerek was about to lead Agnita in a waltz. Almost. Instead, his foot slapped against her belly, doubling her over. Agnita wheezed but her natural response to clutch her stomach and lean forwards were denied by another twist of her wrist. Jerek kicked her again. And again. Such was the frequency of his kicking, Jerek's attacking leg did not even return to the floor. Instead he simply stood on his other leg and picked his targets, pummelling Agnita's stomach, boobs and face with his bare foot.

Each kick elicited a winded grunt or gasp from Agnita. This was sometimes accompanied by a more immediate shriek of pain when a kick caused her to bend over, aggravating the wrist lock with her own involuntary movements. With flexibility that might have won Olympic Gold (had he had been born a Millenia earlier), Jerek stood perfectly still on his left leg, whilst his right was raised at an almost 170 degree angle. His toes pointed towards the ceiling, his foot suspended just in front of Agnita's already bruised face.

This time, he didn't just kick Agnita's face. He kicked through it. Jerek's foot smashed into her face and carried on past it, grazing across her features as her head was knocked back. Through the pain, Agnita both saw and felt Jerek's foot pass her by, momentarily blocking her view of the ceiling whilst her head faced upwards. When Jerek's foot completed its journey, Agnita's head snapped forwards again, as though it had been released from a catapult.

As she tried to regain her senses, Agnita's first thought was that Jerek's kicking leg was now back on the ground. Certainly she could not see his punishing foot in front of her. And yet, her wrist was still in his grip. His leg was still raised. And his taut thigh was still just to the side of her, pointing upwards. Except now she couldn't quite see Jerek's leg past his knee. Which could only mean...

His foot smacked into the back of her head like a club, Jerek ensuring his heel made contact first. Agnita's head was knocked forwards, her chin sinking into her neck as the impact of the kick rattled her brain. She looked up, desperately trying to clear her head. And Jerek's foot slammed into her face.

Jerek took a breath. His entire body was still, with the exception of one leg. It moved just enough to kick Agnita in the back of the head. And then in the face. Back of the head. Face. Head. Face. Jerek's kicks were like the steady ticking of a clock and he embraced the tranquillity of it. The almost perpetual feel of Agnita's face capitulating against his foot also stimulated him physically, his cock growing harder with every brutal caress.

For Agnita, there was only pain and confusion, in equal and disorientating measure. The kicks to the back of her head might have knocked her out. And she would have welcomed it. But with every blow to her skull, she also received a kick to the face. The searing pain that accompanied Jerek's foot as it battered her jaw, her mouth, her nose, it kept her conscious. It kept her awake. And it kept her all too aware.

Agnita's suffering was so unyielding, so absolute, she didn't even notice when it ended. At least, not immediately. The sensation stayed with her like a physical echo until the moment Jerek altered his offence. Increasing pressure on the wrist lock, Jerek forced Agnita to a kneeling position. Still maintaining a tight grip on her wrist, Jerek stepped over Agnita's captive arm so that it was positioned between his legs.

Agnita remained on her knees, her face now being pulled against Jerek's bare butt cheeks. Squatting slightly, Jerek straddled Agnita's upper arm and began lowering his weight, whilst simultaneously pulling her wrist upwards. Jerek looked back over his shoulder, gazing downwards at Agnita. "Quick or slow?" he asked. Even in her current state, Agnita knew what Jerek was planning.

"No", she said, her voice weak. "Please. Not my other arm, please no!!" Agnita could feel the pressure on her elbow and shoulder increasing with every moment as Jerek squatted slightly lower. The tiniest movement on his part would result a profusion of pain for Agnita, all the way from her twisted wrist to her wrenched shoulder. And between the two, an elbow joint being bent further and further in the wrong direction. Agnita's pain was both constant and rising at the same the time. It was like being in an already deafening room and the noise was always getting louder. Agony turned to panic, and Agnita began to babble, her words fuelled entirely by fear and desperation. "OK," she stuttered. "Look, OK, you can go. You can just go, right? It's fine, it's just fine. Sure. Just leave us here! We won't tell anyone! I swear, we won't tell anybody!!"

"Between you and me", interrupted Jerek, "I think it would be in your best interests to tell as many people as you can". He tightened his thighs around Agnita's upper arm, crossing his ankles to secure the limb firmly. Moments later, he pulled sharply upwards on Agnita's forearm. Something popped and Agnita screamed. "Quick," said Jerek quietly, and stepped away from the wailing guard.

Agnita struggled to her feet, leaning back against the hallway way to support herself. She had neither the intention nor ability to continue fighting Jerek. She simply wanted to flee, to escape. Both of her arms were now hanging limply by her sides. In stark contrast, Jerek's throbbing member was now harder and more erect that it had ever been. It seemed almost disproportionate in comparison to Jerek's otherwise slight frame. Jerek could feel the blood pumping into it and knew it would take very little persuastion to erupt. But not yet. As tempting as it was to succomb to that intense pleasure, so too the anticipation was equally intoxicating.

A straight front kick connected flush with Agnita's face, the entirity of Jerek's sole mashing Agnita's features beneath it. A roundhouse followed, this time Jerek's foot smacked across Agnita's face from left to right, sending a mist of blood and spittle into the air. The same technique from right to left had a similar effect, as Jerek distinctly felt the contours of Agnita's nose and lips misshapen against his dominant sole.

Jerek began to vary his targets. His heel struck the centre of Agnita's left breast, sinking deep into the soft flesh. Agnita was still screaming in pain when a snapping kick to the gut rendered her instantly silent and left her wheezing for air. Her voice returned only moments later, when the top of Jerek's foot smashed into Agnita's naked crotch, like a bowling ball into putty. The devastating effect of the kick seemed to ripple outwards from the point of impact. Agnita's whole body first stiffened, and then just sagged, as though she had lost all power in the very same way that her stun baton had done.

She began to slide slowly down the wall, but Jerek would not allow her the freedom of insentience yet. The knife edge of his foot thudded into her face, catching the underside of her nose with pinpoint accuracy. The force of the kick was enough to push Agnita upright again and Jerek kept her pinned there with another volley of face kicks. Jerek's sole hit Agnita's face in so many ways, if her features had been braille, his foot could have read them.

The hallway echoed with the sound of foot slapping face and Agnita's reciprocal grunts, moans and cries of pain. Occasionally those cries were muted, muffled, whenever a particular kick smothered her mouth or a heel crunching into Agnita's chin slammed her jaw closed before the sound could escape.

The onslaught only ended when Jerek's foot approached Agnita's neck. This time though, it moved slowly. He placed the outside edge of his foot just beneath Agnita's chin, putting just a little pressure on her throat. "How do I get out?" he asked. He pushed his foot a little harder, a clear message that anything other than truth would not be acceptable.

"Urrkkhh... Akkh.... The... The main doors...." choked Agnita.

Jerek shook his head. "I know about the main doors. I've seen them every day of my miserable life. Tell me another way." Agnita said nothing and Jerek increased the pressure on her throat considerably. "Tell me," he repeated.

For a few seconds, Agnita could do nothing but make choking noises. Jerek eased off slightly and she coughed violently before whispering hoarsely, "Third level. Left rear corridor, just past Lady Vayesti's personal quarters." Jerek considered asking how there could possibly be a way out on highest level of the building but Agnita's voice was fading fast. As was she. It was time to move on.

Jerek's foot left Agnita's throat and she drew in a laboured, rasping breath. Jerek took in a breath too. His cock was in his hand again, his fist holding the thick base of his impressive shaft. Deliberately, Jerek began to move his hand up and down its substantial length. He didn't stop when he kicked Agnita in the face.

Another kick, Jerek's bare sole, warm and moist with Agnita's sweat, blood and drool, slapped across her face. Jerek increased the speed and intensity with which his hand was working his pulsating cock and equally heightened the pace and ferocity of his kicking. A potentially endless cycle was developing. With every kick, every merciless face-beating impact, Jerek's meat grew harder. And the more blood that rushed to his rock-solid dick, so came the urge to kick harder.

Something had to give. Jerek screamed a glass shattering "KIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" that he maintained as he slammed five successive roundhouse kicks into Agnita's face. Each strike drew a diminishing yelp of pain from Agnita, until her only reaction to the final kick was to drool down her chin, before falling glassy eyed to her knees in front of Jerek.

Jerek could contain himself no longer. He held the back of Agnita's head in one hand, his volcanic cock in the other and allowed himself the release he had been so desperately craving. His back arched and he roared with pleasure as he hosed Agnita's vacant face with load after load of his hot seed.

Finally, gloriously satiated, Jerek looked down at Agnita's cum soaked features, his bodily fluids mixing with her sweat, blood and tears and dripping from her chin. Jerek wiped the end of his cock across her face and let go of Agnita's head. Without Jerek's steadying hand, Agnita swayed for a moment before toppling backwards. Her knees still folded beneath her, she came to rest on her back, staring up blankly at the hallway ceiling with her mouth slightly open. Although he was not entirely sure why he was doing it, Jerek placed one foot on Agnita's face and just stood for a moment. He could feel her shallow breath on his sole, her lips against his skin. Something about this pose, this celebration of his victory felt right. Like it was somehow... symbolic.

And now Jerek had a goal. A potential path to freedom. Or at the very least, a step towards it. He knew the way to the hallway Agnita had spoke of. And he was confident nobody could stop him.

As he turned to leave, a quiet groan came from the floor. Jerek looked down and saw Tanith was waking up. The temptation for another battle was strong for Jerek. But there would be many more fights to come. For now, efficiency would have to take precedence over ecstasy. Jerek allowed Tanith to get to her feet, noting the heavy bruising across the bridge of her nose. Then he casually stepped aside, ensuring that Tanith would see Agnita's battered and dormant condition.

Tanith's expression changed from one of confusion to shock to rage in a matter of seconds. She charged at Jerek, one hand reaching down her hip for a stun baton that wasn't there, in a bikini she was no longer wearing. Jerek had no such problems. He had been naked from the moment he entered the pit and had all the weapons he would ever need. His heel thudded into Tanith's windpipe, stopping her dead in her tracks.

Eyes streaming, Tanith's hands clutched at her neck as she struggled to breathe. Jerek gripped her shoulders firmly and held his face as close to Tanith's as they had been when she had first threatened him. "Believe it or not," said Jerek, smiling an insincere smile, "You got off lightly." His knee powered into Tanith's pussy, Jerek's unforgiving patella facing no resistance from her maleable mound. Still hoarse from the kick to her throat, Tanith's agonised wail was as though someone was screaming at their very loudest, but from many miles away.

She collapsed in a sobbing heap at Jerek's feet. His face was unsympathetic as he turned his back on the pathetic guard and and began to walk slowly down the corridor. Tanith's tears became quieter and quieter with every step until Jerek could hear her no more. He was heading towards the stairs which would take him to level one. if Agnita had been telling the truth, Jerek would have to rise up through the building to earn his freedom. Despite the daunting prospect ahead of him, such a journey did seem apt. For Jerek would rise. And anyone who opposed him would fall. Hard.
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Amazing, I read a lot fights fem vs fem and a 90% are more erotic, I have tope read catfight por wrestling with it type of action..
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I read the first chapter and loved the action descriptions. Nevertheless, Kalina's aspect was quite unclear, we seem to know only that she was tall and big breasted.
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Amazing, I read a lot fights fem vs fem and a 90% are more erotic, I have tope read catfight por wrestling with it type of action..
My apologies if I misunderstand sugo, do you mean you thought my story was more erotic than a lot of the fem vs stories you have read and you'd like to see the same level of eroticism in a f/f catfight or wrestling story?

Either way, thank you for taking the time to offer some feedback!

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I read the first chapter and loved the action descriptions. Nevertheless, Kalina's aspect was quite unclear, we seem to know only that she was tall and big breasted.
Keep up the awesome work! Thanks!
Thanks for the appreciation! And looking back, you're exactly right about my description (or lack thereof!) about Kalina. I'm actually quite surprised myself how vague I left that.

In general, I do like to let my readers fill in the gaps, in terms of exactly how my characters look, rather than trying to create a precise 'photofit' sort of description. But it's certainly important to find the right balance.

I'd be curious to know if you found the descriptions that I gave for the guards in Chapter Two to be better? They were still quite general, focusing on the basics; physique; age; hair colour, but I think they painted enough of a picture for people to 'see' them. What did you think?
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I want to read stories catfight or wrestling with the action and violence of your stories (stories of other writters), I know you not put a combat f/f in it storie, I understand it.
The stories I read (other pages and here) are more erotics what violents
I like too, but too want to read a violent fight f/f.
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Outstandingly well written. I prefer the other side winning (!) but I am genuinely impressed by the quality of this work. It is intense emotionally as well as physically, and that’s all that one can ever hope for. Good. More please.
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I want to read stories catfight or wrestling with the action and violence of your stories (stories of other writters), I know you not put a combat f/f in it storie, I understand it.
The stories I read (other pages and here) are more erotics what violents
I like too, but too want to read a violent fight f/f.
I understand. And if you're you're interested, I've just posted an old story [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] that I wrote around 15 years ago. Back then, the bulk of my writing was all F/F, so if I find any more of them, I'll put them up too!
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Outstandingly well written. I prefer the other side winning (!) but I am genuinely impressed by the quality of this work. It is intense emotionally as well as physically, and that’s all that one can ever hope for. Good. More please.
Thanks a lot Arnold. The fact that maledom fiction isn't your preference and you still enjoyed the story is a big compliment. Our fighting/wrestling fetish is already a pretty niche interest, and maledom's an even tinier niche within that. As such, this story is never going to have a broad appeal on the board.

That makes your appreciation all the more... appreciated! Thanks again and I hope you continue to enjoy the story going forwards.
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Well it’s not my usual theme, it is unquestionably five star work. Really, on a level of craft and technical excellence, it won my deep admiration. If you ever created a female character like this, I would be in heaven. Meanwhile I’m quite content to visit you in your own paradise. Keep up the work sir. Such talent is rare and deserves recognition and encouragement.
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