Gwyne woke feeling strange. She stretched still sleepy then sudden she was very alert. She couldn't recall having fallen asleep. She must have passed out after lunch. She sat up feeling sore, her body ached all over. Most of all though her nipples and pussy felt very sensitive. She ran a hand over herself and realized he'd had sex with her while she was passed out.
"Seriously! Did you!" she hissed!
"Several times," he proudly admitted.
"Do you know how messed up that is!"
"I couldn't help myself, you're just so perfect when you're asleep."
"Right well there is something called consent, creep!" she scoffed then threw her feet over the end of the bed. She paused realizing she was wearing something else. Not only had this asshole violated her but he'd changed her clothes. She was in a mesh dress, fishnet stalkings and boots.
She looked back at him, "Are we going somewhere? Wait what day is it? How long was I out?" She had a feeling this wasn't some nap. She could be a deep sleeper sometimes but not this deep.
"Relax." he said, "You really need to learn to loosen up."
"Excuse me, how would you feel if you took a nap and I stuck a dildo up your ass and put you in a clown suit? I'm sure you'd have questions at the very least?"
"I'm sure," he said but just gave her a smug grin.
He really did think he could do no wrong. She supposed that was her fault. Most people, fuck the majority of people would have been losing their shit right now. It was no okay to fuck someone while they slept or dress them up but she felt...strangely unfazed. Maybe she was still tired or had become desensitized to everything but after all the shit they'd done this was barely registering. She furrowed her brow, again that said something about their relationship or maybe just her in general.
He snapped his fingers pulling her from her thoughts. "Come we're going to be late."
"For what?"
He reached out his hand and for a moment that nightmare flashed across her mind. Him standing on a balcony reaching out for her. She got up and rushed to him nearly falling into his arms. He caught her and chuckled, 'We're not going to be that late, there's no need to rush."
"No I just-" She parted her mouth then bit her lip. It had just been a dream and it hadn't even been him but she recalled that urgency. When he'd reached out to her and she'd reached out to him and then he'd just stepped back her heart sunk and she clutched her chest.
"What is it?" He asked noticing her distress.
"Nothing," she lied then chuckled. "Where were we going again?"
"You'll see soon enough." he said giving her butt a whack.
He took her hand then pulled her along. They went to the elevators and rode down to the garage. There was a slight breeze and she realized just how little her dress covered, "I swear the shit you choose for me to wear. I might as well walk around naked."
"There's an idea." he said putting his hand around her waist. He pulled her close to him giving her a squeeze. She gave him a look but it was lost with the mask and he leaned down kissing her. She saw Mr. Charles had pulled up with the town car but she didn't approach it, "Wait, the car we were in the other day. I need my purse with the money," she said,
"For someone who values it so you are rather careless." he said, "I should just keep it to teach you a lesson,"
"You do and I'll just take off this mask." she snapped back.
He rolled his eyes but parted from her. He went to his other car and took out her purse but didn't hand it to her. She reached for it but he pulled it back keeping it just out of her reach.
"Hey!" she protested.
"Trust me where we're going, you don't want to be carrying a purse, let alone this much cash. We'll keep it in the car. Charlies is going to wait for us anyway. You can take it when I drop you off. If you remember this time."
"Oh trust me I wont forget!" she said thinking he might be trying to pull something on her.
He could see she didn't trust him and he found it cute. He let out a light chuckle then grabbed the side of her face. "Don't worry I'll remind you."
"Right," she said.
Once again she didn't trust him for a second. The more 'reassuring' he tried to be the more she suspected him of no good. He opened the door to the backseat and she climbed in. He couldn't keep his hands off her ass following her in. When she went to sit he pulled her on to his lap. She couldn't help but think someone was extra clingy right now. She was surprised given how easily he shared her with those guys.
He pulled out two cigarettes and put them into his mouth. He lit them then gave one to her as Mr. Charles shut the door, She closed her eyes took in a deep drag and let it out thinking there was nothing better then this. She let the smoke come out her nostrils and practically hummed with satisfaction. When she opened her eyes she noticed he was staring at her.
"What," she teased.
"Nothing," he said then took a drag.
He left the cigarette in his mouth allowing it to dangle as he exhaled through his nose as well. He had one hand on her back and ran the other over her breast grabbing hold of one of her nipple rings. He tweaked it ever so slightly and she jerked which made him smile. He took his cigarette out of his mouth then buried his head on her neck sucking and biting at it. She continued to smoke and watched as they pulled out of the garage and onto the city streets.
They smoked in silence and he kept running his lips over her, if not then his hands. After a few minutes, he pulled out a dog collar with spikes and put it on around her neck, securing it tightly before adding a leash, "You know the rule, stay close. I wouldn't want to lose you in a place like this."
"Are we going on another roller coaster?" she teased.
"No but it's going to be quite the ride, trust me."
"Right," she said rolling her eyes but of course her mask hid it.
They finished off their cigarettes as they drove out of the city. She stared out the window while he continued to caress her. She wasn't sure how long they drove but eventually they turned onto an off road. Everything around them was pitch back for miles and then suddenly there were some lights in the distance. As they drew closer to them she saw it was some sort of security gate? She found it odd being out in the middle of nowhere. They stopped at the gate and several men walked around the car checking it out. They even shined a light in the backseat before they let them through. It almost felt like they were going through a boarder but surely they hadn't driven that far?
"So what are we doing again?" she asked as he had his lips pressed up against her neck.
"I told you," he snarled. "Its a surprise, you are so impatient."
"I'm impatient!" she scoffed, "I think I'm being reasonably, this place is in the middle of nowhere, with fucking boarder security."
"Since when are you ever reasonable?" he teased.
"I can be."
"Right," he chuckled as if he didn't believe her. She could tell he was excited which only made her more nervous. The things that got this man excited were often strange or messed up as shit. "Can I have another cig?"
"No," he said, "I don't want you spacing out tonight."
"Right."
Again she wondered if this was another gang bang. Whatever it was, it had to be sexual considering that was all this was. She perked up seeing a large building with dozens if not hundreds of cars in the lot. She found herself even more curious. Mr. Charles pulled up to some entrance then got out and opened the door. Dawson slid her off his lap having her get out first. However once he stepped out of the car he took hold of her leash and quickly took the lead.
She followed him down a long cement path. Before them there was a large building, it was kind of strange. They were practically in the middle of nowhere but there was this large cement building like a super store or some shit. It had two floors but no windows. Maybe he was taking her to an indoor race track, or some sports event, perhaps even a concert?
The cement walk way led to some steps and then several sets of glass doors. She could see some people inside but otherwise it was just him and her. Suddenly she heard a rumble and what sounded like cheers. Now she was certain this was some sort of event.
He let out a groan, "Great, we're late probably missed the first few matches but I suppose it couldn't be helped."
"Matches?" she repeated as she heard another roar of what sounded like a huge crowd. Just what the fuck was going on?
When they got to the glass doors someone in a suit and sunglasses opened a door for them. They stepped inside and there were like ten more dudes, in suits and sunglasses, all standing around. Dawson flashed one of them two sets of ID'S they scanned them and then began patting them down. She looked at Dawson as one of them got a bit handsy cupping and then squeezing her breasts. Yet they seemed just as 'thorough' with Dawson, making sure neither of them was carrying anything. They even ran a metal detector over them.
Of course, her chest and crotch beeped. She realized this was probably always going to happen every time now especially with her crotch, since she couldn't take the ring off.
"We'll need to see," said the guy with the metal detector. She couldn't help but noticed a few of the other guys looked over.
"Nipple rings," said Dawson. He stepped up to her and pulled one of the rings to be visible.
"The lower?" asked the man.
"Show them my ring, dear." Dawson said with a smile
She scooted up the bottom of her dress and showed herself. Surprisingly they seemed unfazed. The man with the metal detector nodded for her to move on. Gwyne fixed the bottom of her dress and didn't know if she was more surprised by the lack of a response from the men or how casually she could just lift up her dress. She liked to show her pussy off to people she was going to fuck but here she was just showing herself to anyone. Maybe Dawson was right about her being an exhibitionist that or more likely she'd just become desensitized to it.
She watched the man run the wand over Dawson and he beeped. She wondered if he as going to lift up his shirt but he handed the man some cash. The man counted it then nodded for Dawson to go through. He did and they stepped up to some elevator doors.
While they were waiting for them to open she leaned into Dawson and whispered."Did you just pay that guy off?"
"Perhaps," he said adjusting the sleeves of his jacket.
"Why didn't you do that for me?"
"It would have been a waste of both money and you. As I've said, everyone should get a look at you."
She shook her head and the elevator doors opened. He pulled her in and then slammed her against the wall, when the doors shut. He kissed her passionately as he ran his fingers up her dress. He grazed the lips of her sex and teased. "Getting a little excited I see."
She was admittedly a little wet but when wasn't she these days, especially with Dawson around. Still she playfully scoffed, "No." She could see he didn't believe her. He scowled at her and shook his head before giving her a kiss. When the elevators stop they got off on entered some underground parking level. It was dark as shit with a red carpet in the middle of the room. She found it odd but was quickly distracted by more shouting and stomping. They must have been getting close to the event now.
"What is this?" she asked yet again finding it strange. "What event?"
He didn't respond, he just pulled her along making her wait that much longer. At the end of the red carpet, some big muscular men stood in front of two very large doors. Gwyne was reminded of bouncers at a club. Again Dawson flashed the ID'S. The men nodded then opened the doors for them. They stepped into the next room and Gwyne's eyes widened as she took in a small underground stadium. In the center there were two men fighting in a ring.
She quickly realized he'd taken her to "An underground fight!" she gasped.
"Yes," he said coming up behind her. He gave her a good squeeze and excitedly said, "Surprise!"
Admittedly she got excited. She hadn't expected this at all. She'd been in and to a few fights in her day but mostly backyards or parties nothing 'professional.' This was not just serious but some real underground shit and knowing how Dawson could get it was probably going to be some of the crazies shit she'd even seen.
She wasn't a fanatic or anything but who didn't love a good fight, especially after having been in some many with Tawnie. They used to love when other people got into a fight in front of them so they could see what they did so that next time they were in a toss up, they'd have some new moves. Of course, half the time the shit didn't exactly work out. They saw one guy flip this dude over his shoulder on TV and when Tawnie tried to do that to another girl, she just ended up ripping the girls shirt off. It had stopped the fight and been a sight to see. The girl hadn't been wearing a bra and had run off.
For Gwyne she saw this one dude punch another guy in the throat and had tried to do that but yeah it hadn't exactly worked out. It hadn't been easy to do in the first place then when she succeeded she thought she'd nearly killed the girl cause she was hacking and coughing so much. She had only wanted to take her down not put her in the ground.
Dawson tugged on her leash pulling her from her thoughts. She nearly toppled over but he caught her and guided her down dozens of steps, to the front row. She quickly realized there was only one seat. She wondered where she was going to sit but of course he already had plans. He sat down then pulled her on to his lap, wrapping his arms around her. She could feel is hard on pressing in to her but looked up at the center stage, wanting to see the fight. However it seemed to be over. They were cleaning some blood up and getting ready for the next one.
He gave her another good squeeze then groped her breasts playing with her nipple rings, "You ever see a fight?"
"What!" she asked even though no one was fighting, everything was still so loud
He got right in her ear and practically shouted "YOU EVER SEE A FIGHT!"
"OKAY I HEAR YOU TOO LOUD! But yeah plenty Tawnie and I've even been in a few."
"With each other?"
"Against others." she said.
"We'll have to talk about that!"
"I bet!" she said considering he wanted to talk about everything.
He kissed her and said "I assure you these fights aren't going to be like any other!"
She didn't doubt that for a second so far everything about Dawson wasn't like any other. She watched as some people got into the ring and began to fight. It was two very tall bald and muscular men. One wore blue and the other red. To her surprise they had brass knuckles on. It didn't take long before the red one let off a vicious right hook and there was a smattering of blood and saliva everywhere...perhaps even a few teeth.
"OOHHH!"Gwyne cried out.
The guy in blue, who'd gotten hit first, staggered back. With a hit like that she would have been down and out but this guy quickly recovered and began doing quick jabs. The guy in red, darted back but not fast enough and she watched him get several jabs to the ribs. He bowled over some but tried to keep swinging. The guy in blue dodged then dropped an elbow down on the guy in red's back, sending him to the ground. The guy in red painfully clutched his ribs. She thought the fight might be over but he still tried to get up.
However before he could the guy in blue unleashed on him. He came down on the guy in red so fast and hard, in a matter of second the guy in red was a bloody mush. His face...what was left of it, was unrecognizable. She covered her mouth surprised things had been allowed to go on for so long. She knew this was gonna be something but she hadn't expected this much so soon. She'd seen some wild things before but this was definitely some crazy shit!
The ref eventually blew his whistle and the guy in blue got up. He spit out a wad of blood his mouth still gushing from that first hit. The ref grabbed his arm then raising it into the air. The crowd cheered like mad as bells were rung and the fight was called. The guy in blue did a victory lap around the ring as the guy in red was dragged out by his feet, leaving a trail of blood.
"SHIT!" said Gwyne watching them clean up the ring again.
"You like?" asked Dawson excitedly.
She pulled her hands from her mouth and puffed up her lips letting the air slowly out before saying "I can't believe they let them use brass knuckles, I think the blue guy lost some teeth and that other guy, dang he got beat so bad I can't even recognize his face."
"It's great isn't it!"
"I don't know someone could like die!"
"Let's hoped!" he teased giving her a squeeze he drifted his hand down to her crotch but she pushed it away
"Seriously!" she said wondering if he was actually teasing.
"Right like you don't like a good fight!"
"I do but I don't want to see someone die!"
"Relax, you have to pay extra for that. Now shut up and watch before I throw you into the ring."
She glared at him even though he couldn't see it. She didn't doubt for a second that he wasn't joking. She turned her attention back to the ring and saw three men stepping into it. They began pounding on each other like not tomorrow. They didn't have brass knuckles this time but they were using their head, fists, knees and feet. Pretty much whatever they had to beat their opponent down until only one man was standing. The losing men were quickly pulled away and the winner didn't so much look like a winner as his eyes were staring to swell shut.
"This is insane!" she said to herself shaking her head and yet she didn't look away.
Dawson chuckled and tweaked her clit ring. "You haven't seen anything yet."
She jerked wondering when he had manged to get his hand under her dress. She put her hands on his and hissed for him to stop but he only tweaked it more. She felt a little insecure even though she had her face covered there were so many people around. She glanced around the arena, but realized no one gave a fuck what they were doing as all eyes were on the ring—especially when the next fighters came out with swords!
She did a double take and her eyes popped. She leaned forward on Dawson thinking there was no way! No way they were going to fight with swords! They'd surely slice each other to death and yet they stood in the center of the ring with their swords at the ready. When the ref gave them the go ahead and an air horn sounded, the two went at each other. It was an actual sword fight and not just fencing! Their swords sparked as they came together again and again. Some of the sparks were so wild they jumped out of the ring and onto some spectators that were standing right next to the ring.
They both seemed to be professional sword fighters as several minutes passed and neither of them got a single hit in. She'd watch one guy lunge and attack while the other defended, only to switch things up and have the other defend while they attacked. Sometimes they were both attacking at the same time. Finally one of them managed to slice the other. She cried out covering her mouth and Dawson chuckled at how much she was getting into it.
The crowd cheered and they kept going. Their footwork suddenly got fancier as they moved around the ring and she wondered if they were working together or not. It was hard to tell if this was all just show or one of them really was trying to win. She knew some fights were choreographed so good these days you'd never know but she had a feeling this was a real fight, given the kind of place this was and what she'd seen so far.
She watched as one of the men got through and sliced the others face. Blood splattered across the floor and it was clear that was going to scar. The man who'd been cut was given no time to recover as he was attacked again and again but he defended himself before retaliating he sent his attacker back and the men moved faster hitting even harder. More sparks flied and for a second as the fight got intense she got this strange sense of de ja vu, like she had seen two men fighting before with swords. Perhaps it was on TV some movie but no...
She swore it had been a real fight, one man had a sword while the other had a...wait! The other man didn't have a sword but an ax. Yes! He had an ax that he also wielded like a sword. Her head felt strange as she completely zoned out going off on some strange thoughts. When she snapped out of it she noticed one of the sword men had made a mistake. She didn't know how she knew. She didn't know much about sword fighting and yet she perked up knowing the other was about to get it.
Sure enough the swordsman tried to move and defend the opening he'd left but the other sword fighter was faster and in one swift slice took the other man's ear off. Everyone in the audience cried out some people even stood as the ear fell to the floor. Gwyne watched on in utter disbelief as the ref rushed in. She thought he was going to stop the fight. She didn't know what the rules were but surely he'd put a stop to it. However the ref simply grabbed the ear from the floor. Then to her horror raised it up and began auctioning it off to the crowd.
"You've got to be kidding me!" She cried,
"Want me to buy it for you," Dawson teased, at least she hoped he was teasing.
"NO! The fuck! Can't they still sew it on!"
"Probably," he said "But I doubt it."
The sword man was covering the side of his head, where his ear had been. There was so much blood. After a few minutes he fell to his knees as people still kept bidding on his ear. The price went up and up but she kept looking at the man. She felt so fucked up just sitting there watching this. She may have enjoyed her own suffering but never others,
"This is wrong! Isn't anyone going to help this guy," she cried.
"Not until he taps out."
"Clearly he's tapped out the guy just lost an ear he's done!" She said thinking nobody kept going after that.
The ear sold then she watched several men run onto the ring and help the man. She thought they were going to get him to an ambulance or at least the locker room but they just wrapped his head and he was ready to go again. She thought she was going to be sick. She wanted to look away but it was like a fucking train wreck, you couldn't stop watching. She now found herself rooting for the guy who'd lost the ear as the men's swords sliced through the air.
It was slow at first, the other guy seemed to allow the man without an ear a second to catch up then it got really fast again. She almost couldn't keep up with it as sparks flew then it slowed. The guy with the missing ear looked like he was going to pass out. He was bleeding through his bandages. He stumbled a bit and the other guy went in for the kill but it was a fake out and the guy without an ear unleashed. He slashed the other guy up and stopped just short of cutting his throat.
The entire room got quiet until the other guy dropped his sword and tapped out. Then the room erupted in cheers even she had to admit she'd gotten excited crying out. The guy had fucking lost his ear but he'd won the fight. Even Dawson seemed impressed.
"Hmp very well done," said Dawson giving her a squeeze, "What a show."
"I guess, I'm glad he won but I feel bad about his ear."
"Don't," said Dawson. "He knew what he was getting into when he sighed up for this. Besides now he'll get the money from his ear selling and the pot from winning the fight. This guys entire life probably just changed forever."
"Yeah," She said thinking no amount of money could make the risk worth it. "Sometimes money, isn't worth it."
"Hmp coming from you that's cute,"
"What is that suppose to mean?"
He chuckled enjoying her sudden annoyance. He found that to be quite cute as well. "Just enjoying the irony,"
"Irony?" She gave him a look and he smiled even bigger beaming almost.
She wanted to find out what he meant but the next fighters were already entering the ring and once again it was surprising. Which was even more surprising given all she had already seen. A large man six maybe seven feet tall stepped into the ring with some petite woman that was maybe four feet at best. She was super lean and looked so small standing next to the guy. She wondered what was going on. Surely they weren't going to fight were they? There was no way, no fucking way she could take him.
"They aren't serious."
Dawson laughed so hard she could feel his chest shake. The announcer sounded the bell and the woman went for it. She surged lunging and jabbing at the dude. After a few seconds she started climbing him like he was a tree. From all her jabs and kicks it was clear the woman knew how to fight. She had technique but all the skill in the world didn't matter when you were up against a fucking tank.
The tall man just laughed at all her attacks before he finally fought back. All it took was a few good swings like he was swatting a fly and she slid across the floor. It was over for sure he was already doing his victory, pose when she got up from the ground and lunged wrapping something around his neck. She began to choke him out.
Surely this was cheating but no one was calling her on it. The man grasped at his neck scratching it but his fingers were too big to get hold of what she had around his neck. A chain or rope, Gwyne couldn't tell from where she was siting in the crowd. Everything was so intense. She was on the edge of Dawson's lap, loving ever second of it. The big guy started to pass out and dropped to his knees. She couldn't believe it the woman was actually going to win. If she'd been given money there was no way Gwyne would have bet on her.
She shook her head in disbelief and guessed size and strength didn't matter. There was always some way to still win. Of course, after a minute or so things started to shift. Her excitement turned to concern and then full on worry as the man's face started to change color. It was one thing to kick someones ass and another to kill them! Surely the woman would let go soon! However she didn't let go, if anything she seemed to dig in more as her face started turning red from all her excretion.
The longer it went on the more distressed Gwyne got. Her jaw dropped as she kept looking at the woman, then the ref, then Dawson then back at the woman again. Surely she'd let go soon right? The guy was practically blue yet she still hung on tight right up until there was a big boom as the man collapsed falling flat on his face. The woman let go and cheered running up and down the ring. The crowd joined in but Gwyne held back her cheers and did take her eyes off the man. She waited until she saw he was alright. When he rolled over and let out a breath of air she realized she'd been holding hers and let out a sigh of relief.
"Shit! That was wild I can't believe they allowed that move,"
"This place is a bit loose with the rules."
Several men helped the big guy up and the woman rushed over to him. She started to check on him and then kissed him to Gwyne's surprise.
"I believe that is his wife," said Dawson picking up on her confusion.
"What?" said Gwyne her eyes going even wider. "No fucking way!"
"Yeah!"
"I've seen them go at it a few times. Sometimes he chokes her out. I saw one were she stabbed him a few times and one where he threw her out of the ring and into a crowd. It's always a gamble who wins. I do wonder if they toss a coin or just surprise each other." said Dawson getting out a cigarette. He put it in his mouth, lit it, then continued. "But they do this all the time."
Shit and she thought her relationships were complicated! She couldn't imagine trying to attack the person she was suppose to love. An alarm sounded and the light dimmed in the area. Two spot lights turned on and Gwyne felt like she was at a concert for a second.
"What's going on?"
"Halftime," said Dawson with a big grin. He took a puff of his cigarette then let it out.
"Halftime." repeated Gwyne. Wondering what in the world they would do.
Two sexy women stepped into the spotlights that were focused on the ring. They moved about seductively and were only in skimpy lingerie that left little to the imagination. Music started playing and the women began blowing kisses to the crowd. After a few seconds they were handed large cards with numbers on them. The dark haired girl had only one card with one number while the blonde held up two cards with two numbers. Gwyne wondered what they meant. She saw people looking around in their seats.
Suddenly several men came running up to the stage with slips of paper. She realized there were three of them. The numbers must have been like seat numbers or something. Someone checked each of the men's numbers then allowed them to step up into the ring. Gwyne wondered if they were going to get a prize or even fight the women. At this point anything could happen.
The first man turned to the crowd and pumped his fist before turning to the blond. The crowd roared as he ran up to her and just grabbed her. He started feeling her up and groping her. The blond playfully laughed letting her cards fall to the ground as the man dived his hand between her legs. A second man rushed up to the blonde and ripped her top off. The crowd roared as her breast were exposed to the entire stadium.
The first guy pulled his cock out and literally bent her over right then and there. It didn't take him long to enter her from behind. He started going at it pumping into her while the second man grabbed the blond's hair and pulled her head towards his crotch. He yanked himself out and she started sucking him off. Both men were moving about rather vigorous and it was almost like a tug of war.
The third man seemed shy as he went up to the dark haired woman. He just stood there and she walked circles around him before touching his chest and running her hand down to his crotch. She helped him out of his pants then dropped down and began blowing him on stage. Gwyne realized the prize was to have sex with the women.
It didn't take long for the shy guy to pop off. The dark haired woman smiled and gave him a big old kiss before he hurried off stage. She was handed another card and another guy came down. The blond was still being yanked back and forth but the man in her mouth finally let go. The other guy finished her off from behind and then the two men high-fived as they quickly got off the stage.
The blond was given three cards this time and three men all came rushing down with their numbers. One guy was huge when he pulled himself out. The blond took him in her ass and then another guy in her pussy and the third in her mouth. Gwyne couldn't take her eyes off it as the blond took in all three like pro. She wondered how often she did this, especially in front of a massive crowd.
The dark haired woman seemed to only want to give blow jobs but after her fourth guy was called down he made it clear he wouldn't settle for her mouth. He ripped her lingerie off and then took her to the floor. She seemed a bit shocked but quickly recovered her smile. The man went to town on her pounding her into the mat and soon she was letting out lustful cries.
The blond finished the three men off and five numbers were called this time. She watched five men run in. The woman took three men as before and then used her hands to get the other two off. Gwyne couldn't help but be reminded of her own experience from the other day. Had she looked like this when all five men were taking her. She watched closely wondering if this is what Dawson saw. She heard some moans and looked around noticing people in the crowd were jerking off to what was going on. As few couples made out and she swore she saw someone having sex only a few seats away. Some men were still hoping to have their numbers called and could be seen tightly holding their slips.
"Jealous?" asked Dawson whispering in her ear.
"What?" She said turning to him. She thought she'd misheard him but quickly realized she hadn't.
"Bet you wish you were up there, who knows maybe someday I'll rent out a stadium for you."
"Uh, would you stop it!," She said brushing his hands off her. "No way!"
"Right," he teased, "Like you aren't getting wet."
"So," she said. "Just...just because I like the show, doesn't mean I want to fuck an entire stadium. How about you? Ever time you get hard, you want to rent out an entire cruise ship of women?"
"If only," he chuckled "If I could I would."
"Lack the money?" she teased.
"Sadly the stamina." He admitted.
"Right," she said rolling her eyes.
She didn't think anyone could fuck that many people and live...then again. If it wasn't all at once. How many people had Dawson said she must have fucked over the years? She bit her lip not wanting to think about the numbers but surely she...she hadn't done an entire stadium of people by now. She furrowed her brow and was grateful he couldn't see her sickening expression through the mask.
She tried to just focus on what was going on right now and not think too much about it. Half time went on for a while longer and got quite messy. The girls had to be carried off and were absolutely soaking in cum. The stage also had to be wiped down again with a mop. Given how good it cleaned she was starting to want one herself.
The next fight started with two women in bikinis. They did circles around each other and she wondered if they were going to do another fuck fest, however the woman started to fight. It was... unlike anything she had seen up to this point. As the women started taking swings at each other it was clear they didn't know what the fuck they were doing. Gwyne had been in enough girl fights to know when someone didn't have the experience. They kicked, spat and clawed at each other then pulled out hair but it was all artificial damage. Still by the end of it they were both naked, covered in scratches and bruises and whether they knew what they were doing or not, the crowd loved it just the same.
"That was surprising."
"How so?" he asked looking at her. He'd been doing that all night. He barely watched the fights, instead watching to see how she'd reacted. She didn't get why considering he could only see her mouth.
"I don't know, I guess I thought everyone here was a professional or something but that last fight, seemed...normal."
"Well anyone can sign up," said Dawson. "A fight is a fight though I suppose some are better then others, tonight has been rather tame."
"Tame," she gasped, "If you say so, save for the last fight this shit has been crazy."
He chuckled and shook his head. Two large men came out next drawing her attention. Their bodies were scarred but very well defined. She found herself admiring them quite a bit. She was reminded of Corrie. Sometimes he could get like that depending on the time of the year. She knew he worked out a lot and just with his job in general he did a lot of heavy lifting, running and climbing. For a moment she missed him as she watched the two men wrestle.
It wasn't a bloody fight just muscle against muscle. They both contorted around each others bodies wrapping their limbs around each other as they tried to take the other out. She was reminded of a snake and the way it constricted around its pray slowly squeezing it to death. Dawson motioned to someone and asked for some ice cream. She wondered how he could eat at a time like this. A second later they brought him a waffle cone dipped in chocolate with nuts all over it.
Admittedly it did look good and surprisingly he handed it to her and said, "EAT," She didn't have to be asked twice and began biting into it. She worried it might be too sugary but it tasted divine. She didn't know if her adrenaline was up or what but the chocolate shell and those nuts and the vanilla ice cream in the waffle cone was just spot on. Of course, after he saw she was enjoying it he took it from her and finished it off. For a moment she almost felt like a poison tester. Someone who ate before their master to make sure the food was good only in this case instead of poison she was checking for deliciousness.
The two guys were still going at it, neither relenting then the one in maroon shorts manged to get his legs around the other fighters. As Dawson finished off the cone, the one in blue shorts passed out. It took the one in maroon a second or two to detach and she watched them have to resuscitate the one in blue. They had to use fucking paddles and everything.
Again she thought of Corrie and wondered what he would think of this place. It would probably be a fucking nightmare for him. She doubted this place was up to code. It was definitely over packed with all sorts of crazy shit going on inside and outside the ring. There didn't seem to be any rules and the fighters kept trying to seriously fuck each other up. He'd definitely want this place shut down. She supposed that is why they had so much security and it was all the way out here, to keep the authorities at bay.
After the guy in blue was stable, the crowd cheered and the one on maroon was declared the winner. It didn't seem like much of a victory especially since they had to take the guy in blue out in a stretcher. It was pretty wild but the next fight was just insane, five guys came out with baseball bats
"OH COME ON!" She cried, thinking this was getting ridiculous. It felt like she was on that roller coaster again. She'd been climbing and now there was going to be a drop.
Dawson let out a hearty chuckle. "You're really getting into it, I see."
She didn't respond as they started attacking each other like they were having a pillow fight. Chunks of wood and blood went every where Gwyne senses were on fucking overload! She felt a mixture of emotions rush through her, morbid curiosity, fascination, impressed then shock and mostly horrified and disgust after that. She began to feel overheated. She turned away as she saw one guy undoubtedly get his jaw broken. The sight and sound of his jaw violently snapping off to one side was too much for her to bare. She felt sick hitting her limit for violence.
Dawson notice she had looked away and shook her."Come on, you're missing it! You like this right?"
"I- no, no," she said closing her eyes tightly, "This is too much for me." She buried her head against his chest and pleaded. "Can we get some air?"
She was sure he was going to deny her. He usually did when she made a request that went against what he wanted but he simply lifted her up princess style and carried her out of the arena. It would have been slight embarrassing if anyone was really paying them any attention but the fight was still going on. She could hear the crowd cry out every time something really gruesome happened and doubted they'd take their eyes of the ring to pay them any mind.
When he set her down outside, the cool air felt nice, refreshing. She took a few deep breathes and began to feel slightly better but some of that stuff was gonna no doubt haunt her for years, if not the rest of her life. She put her hand on her mouth as she recalled it all and couldn't help but throw up. She crouched down and felt like she really had ridden that fucking coaster only it was much worse. She felt slightly suffocated as everything that had been going on lately seemed to hit her all at once.
Dawson pulled out a cigarette and seemed upset as he lit it, "I thought you liked this shit!"
She puked again then looked up at him from the ground. She liked a good fight yes... but some of the shit in there was just straight up vicious. She wondered why he thought she'd like something to this extreme."What in the world would make you think that?"
He pulled out a cloth and handed it to her. She wiped her mouth as he said, "You went to a party with illegal fighting, you seemed to enjoy yourself."
Party? Illegal fighting? What the fuck was he talking about? She wasn't quite sure. She had been to a few parties with illegal fighting but none of them had come close to the shit she'd seen tonight. She stood up still holding the cloth to her mouth. "What party?"
"It doesn't matter," he hissed before taking a long drag of his cigarette.
"It does!" she insisted, "How do you know about it? Have you been following me?"
"No I have others to do that sort of thing." he said it almost proudly.
She couldn't be sure if he was joking or serious. A smile spread across his lips and she got a bad feeling about this. Given what she now knew about him she could only assume he was being serious. She furrowed her brow not that he could see, "Seriously, that is messed up! I don't want you or anyone for that matter following me got it! If you follow me or tell anybody to, were through understand! My business is my own!"
"You're cute when your angry." He said reaching out to her.
She brushed his hand away. "I'm being serious! I mean it it! What do you always say, you don't fuck with my life and I wont fuck with yours! How would you like me following you, huh!"
He burst into laughter then. She was being dead serious but it was clear he wasn't taking her seriously at all. When he stopped laughing he said, "I'd like to see you try." He doubted she could fallow anyone and not get noticed, especially with those tits and that ass.
"I'm serious! DON'T!" she said, then stomped her foot for extra measure.
He took another drag off his cigarette, glared at her, then said, "What, afraid I might catch you doing something you're not suppose to?"
"So what if I do!" she snapped crossing her arms, "It really is none of your business what I do when I'm not with you! You have made that perfectly clear!"
"Why are you so upset all of a sudden? I thought we were having fun." he said changing his tone. He seemed to finally be getting she wasn't messing around right now.
"Some of it was fun... maybe in the beginning but like everything with you this is just too much. I don't get how...how people can do that to each other!"
"Heh, says the bitch who likes to get fucked up." mocked Dawson.
She knew he had a point who was she to speak but still she felt it was different. "That's...This is different!"
"Why because it's not you?" he said crossing his arms. "Its okay for you to get your rocks off but not others?"
I- it- No!" she said shaking her head. "This tonight was different, way...way more extreme. There are levels, I don't- I just- I don't understand why I'm like this but-"
"That's not true," He interrupted."You know why you do it because it feels good! Why does anyone do anything, sex, drugs, speed gamble. Risk feels good! You do it because it feels good because you want to and most of all because you can! Those people in there are all chasing something, pleasure, pain, fortune, fame and fuck just because they can! And those that aren't are doing it so they can get enough money to one day do what they really want to! Everyone in their made a choice, a decision! Just like you here now with me. You know I'm a sadists! You know I'm capable of anything yet you know what you want thus you are by my side, come what may." He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in close.
She turned her head away from him biting her lip. "I- I know it's just what I saw in there tonight it was too much, for me! Some of the shit they were doing in there," she shook her head again. "A guy lost a fucking ear, another had to be resuscitated and some dude just had his jaw shattered with a baseball bat that is just so extreme...too extreme for me, for anyone. No one should…should- Things should never go that far!" She closed her eyes "I kept thinking someone was going to get seriously injured or killed. I don't want to watch someone die again."
"Uh, I swear you're so dramatic." he said grabbing her face. She opened her eyes as he made her look at him. "You are making this into something bigger then it is. Tonight, FUCK tonight was nothing! You've just been so fucking sheltered that you don't know anything. ALL of that in there is no more or less violent then what already happens in the world on a day to day basis. At least in there people are getting paid for it and have a chance to better their situation should they win. Think about it, all the shit in this world, everyone has to go through. What's better a leap of glory, a quick death aspiring for something or a slow miserable one. The last fight of the night in there is the best. The stakes go all out and if a fighter in there is good enough and the pot is big enough they are set for years, if not life. Wouldn't you do one night of anything if you wouldn't have to worry about money for the rest of your life?"
"Uhh no," she said pulling from his grasp. "Some of that in there isn't worth any amount of money. What good is money for all the pain and trauma, not everyone can win and some of them will lose hard. They will be suffering for years if not the rest of their life, some of those injuries might even take their life."
"Hmp, if they even had a life to begin with. What is life without risk? Of all the people you think you'd understand the risk being worth the reward."
"What does that mean?"
"You've seen the spectrum, Gwyne. You know what it is to be deliriously happy hunched over that toilet cumming like there is no tomorrow and you've know what it is to see endless suffering in your mother. If you had a choose, I know what you'd take. If you had what your mother had. I know you! You'd bow out in an instance! You'd take the a blaze of glory rather then take the endless pain!"
She looked at him her eyes glossy with tears. How, how could he bring everything with her mother into this! She thought about what he said. She didn't have to make that choice, she'd been negative but for years she didn't now that, laying awake in her bed, hearing her mother scream in agony. She had considered things and he was right.
When it came down to it she had made plans if she were positive. She would have waited until her mother died and then live her life to the fullest doing whatever she wanted, every drug on the market and fucking up a storm. She'd do anything and everything without looking back. She planned- She planned to be long gone before the pain ever began but she'd been negative.
Still, after her mother had died she'd nearly lost it, everything in her life had blown up and she'd gone wild trying to quench the pain of her grief and guilt for surviving. In time she got better but her mother would never get better. Her mother had known what was coming since she was a kid having watched her own mother die and still she had lived on for years because of Gwyne. She had endured years of pain so she could stick around and take care of her. Even when it got to be at its worst she hadn't bowed out. If Gwyne was in enough pain she didn't think she'd be strong enough to stick around for anyone.
She let out a laugh as her tears soaked into her mask. She choked, "I- You're right! I-I guess I'm not much of a masochist after all."
He scoffed and flicked his cigarette before taking her in his arms. He was gentle now his voice soft as he spoke. "As with anything there are different kinds of pain. As you said levels."
He pulled her in and embraced her. It was weird coming from Dawson but this whole night had been weird….fucked up to say the least. Given all the things she'd done with Dawson she could have done without this night. It was funny after all the crazy shit they did this felt the most fucked up. She supposed she'd seen the lengths people will go to for entertainment and money. She thought the sex club was intense but she hadn't seen nothing yet. She had a feeling she still hadn't and didn't want to.
She let out a heavy sigh, "Can we just go?"
"Yes." he said letting her go. He ran his fingers over her mask and said, "Since underground fights aren't your thing, perhaps next time I'll take you to the opera."
"Huh," she scoffed. "Knowing you it will be a chain saw opera or an orgy."
"Why not both," he teased before coming in for a kiss. His lips were soft and gentle yet another surprise.
When they pulled apart he took her hand and they walked out to the parking lot. Mr. Charles pulled up after a few seconds and they got into the car. As they drove away she couldn't stop thinking about what happened and how it was just another remind her how extreme he was. Nothing was ever normal with this guy. She liked that but felt she could only take so much of it at one time. Right now she felt rung out, after this last trip she hoped she wouldn't see him for a long while...maybe even ever again. He'd left a bad taste in her mouth.
She was happy he wasn't touching her right now but his leg was pressed up against hers and he kept staring at her, studying her no doubt. She hoped he would actually keep his word and take her home. She just wanted to take a shower and wash her eyes out. When they got to her place, she got out right away, planning to leave without a word, but he grabbed her wrist.
"Your money." he said handing her clutch to her. She took it then went to go again but he didn't let go.
"What no kiss?" he hissed, glaring at her.
She leaned in and kissed him. He snuck his hand between her legs and grasped hold of her clit ring. He twisted it until she jerked and let out a painful moan. Then he pulled her to him and hissed. "Behave now. I wouldn't want to have to punish you when I get back."
"You wont," she said and he let go.
He pushed her back and shut the door without another word. She just stood there as the car pulled away. She watched it until it was no longer in sight then shook her head. She ripped off the mask feeling like she was going to be sick again. The last few days and the images from tonight, everything seemed to floor her all at once.
She stumbled back in the street and eventually made it to the sidewalk. Her mailbox was full. She could barely pull out her mail and was surprised no one had reported her as missing or dead. She was so tired she just dropped her mail on the floor when she got inside. She didn't even notice her place had changed as she pealed off her clothes and b-lined it for the shower.
She took a long cold shower to the point where she was shivering when she got out. She grabbed a large fluffy towel and wrapped herself up before she stumbled into the kitchen. Along the way she paused noticing for the first time that the kitchen table had been fixed. There was a nice bouquet of pink flowers in the center of it and her bed had been made. The fridge was also clean as well as stocked with new beers, steaks and ice cream.
She doubted Tawnie had done this but had no clue who else would. She smoked a cigarette and saw there was a card with the flowers. All it read was from Corrie. Yet another surprise, Corrie had done this! She raised an eyebrow reading it again and then again for good measure. In the back of her mind she hadn't been too eager to come home, knowing that he wouldn't still be here but it looked like he'd been here for a while, maybe even come back a few times. It took time to fix the table and clean and stock the fridge. She looked over it all again but felt so fucking numb. Before she would have been over the moon happy he'd come over and used his key.
Yet now what did it matter, these were all small gestures that were honestly pointless in the end, given she knew the truth now. He didn't love her and he never would. He was no doubt just trying to appease her so things would go back to the way they were. Maybe Tawnie was right and she was just a booty call. She knew she didn't think of him like that but she suddenly felt so jaded with everything in this moment. She stared out the window and realized she couldn't go back to the way things had been. She couldn't pretend anymore. It wasn't just things with her and Corrie but everything.
After all the shit that had been said and she'd done lately, there were just some points of no return. Some things that couldn't be undone. It made her feel all the more disheartened. Maybe she was just tired...sometimes she'd get depressed when she was super tired. Maybe she just needed to get a few good nights sleep. She set the card down, put out her cigarette and climbed into bed thinking this was all just some bad trip or dream.
She snuggled up against her pillow and told herself when she woke up things would be better, if not that she would at least feel better but as things were chaos ruled supreme. All her problems she'd been pushing off came crashing down on her. Corrie really didn't love her, she had no job, she was fucking a deranged psychopath and she herself was an out of control fucking masochistic nymphomaniac. She let out a long, long, long groan thinking her like was a wreck, the worst part was she didn't know where to begin fixings it or if she even could at this point. Everything was just so messed up. She closed her eyes and hoped to just block it all for just a little longer...just a little longer.
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