This wasn’t the first time I had ventured into an opponent’s neck of the woods for a fight. I had met challengers in all kinds of venues from musty underground fighting rings to the most elegant hotels. This, however, was the most interesting and unique of venues that I had been to, although quite fitting for a titty battle.
The Emerald Kitten. A strip club just off the strip in Las Vegas. The lights were low and my trophy boy and I sauntered through the club. The hardwood floors made a clicking sounds as I walked through in my stiletto heels. I was dressed for the venue. Tight silver skirt hugging my hips, smokey grey bra studded with jewels, and a silver satin robe hanging open as I walk through the strip club. My make-up was done perfectly with dark, dramatic black eyeliner, thick lashes and sparkling silver shadow. My lips were glossy in a nude pink and my hair was worn down and straightened.
The main room was filled with round tables and a long stage reached out from a wide red curtain into the center of the room. The stage was lined with tiny lights and chairs surrounded it on all sides. We made our way past the patrons, scantily clad waitresses and dancers on our way to the back room. All eyes were on me and my champion breasts as we stood at the door to the back room. A glittering sign that read ‘The Diamond Ring’ hung above the door. This was it.
I stepped through the entrance to the fighting space. A square room with chairs lining the walls and spectators sipping drinks. In the middle of the room was a large, shallow inflatable pool about ten feet wide and fifteen feet long. The pool was lit by a spotlight and as I stepped closer I saw what the pool was filled with. Jello. An inflatable pool full of red, cherry flavoured jello.
As I entered, the spectators noticed me and there was applause. They all knew that the champion was here and it was time for the battle to begin. The fans all took their seats and I wondered where my opponent was. Suddenly, a spotlight flashed onto a red curtain at the back of the room. The curtain parted and out stepped Jazelle. The challenger.
She was a stripper at The Emerald Kitten and was known for her amazing rack. Her hair was a vibrant red and was draping down over her shoulders in full, beautiful curls. Colourful tattoos covered both of her arms and climbed up to her shoulders. She wore a very interesting bikini that was designed for just such an occasion. An orange bikini that strapped thinly around her hips and left her breasts completely exposed. The fabric was practically painted onto her tanned skin and thin gold chains hung gently from the bikini under her hanging tits and around her neck.
Jazelle wore tall, shiny gold stiletto heels that were strapped around her feet and up her calf. Her eyes were glittering in gold all the way up to her perfectly shaped brows. Her eyelashes were almost comically long with tiny golden jewels accenting the outer tips. She had black eyeliner drifting to a point in the corners of her eyes in a pinup style. Her lips were full and pouting in a shimmering ruby red and a small diamond stud pierced the left side of her lip. Her long french manicured fingernails were glittered with gold tips and she wore a thin gold chain around her right wrist that was full of tiny charms.
Jazelle stood in front of the red curtain and looked around the room at her whooping fans. They whistled and cat called her as she smiled and waved. Her heels tapped loudly on the hardwood floors as she made her was across the room and toward me and my trophy slave. Her smile turned into a twisted smirk and her hand sat on her hip as it swayed back and forth. Her body was curvy and her backside ample. She had a similar height and build as me and her breasts were of similar size, 36 DD.
She had an attitude that you might expect from a high and mighty stripper that was worshipped by her patrons. She had worked at The Emerald Kitten for a couple of years before she realized the power of her highly desired chest. I had heard talk of a stripper turned titty fighter in Las Vegas and knew that one day I would be hearing from yet another skank wanting to challenge the Champion. And there we were. Face to face at long last after a year of trash talk on social media. The club had put in a fighting ring to feature who they called their ‘Golden Goddess’ and when it was complete, Jazelle challenged me, the North American Titty Champion as her very first official competitor.
Her confidence was admirable. Imagine if the Golden Goddess won her very first official documented titty battle in her very own venue against me. But, imagine the first battle in this brand new ring and their beloved Golden Goddess against the Tittie Terminator putting Jazelle in her place right off the bat. The club could be ruined and Jazelle would be on her knees in the middle of her adoring fans and patrons, humiliated. Now that was an image that I could get behind.
“This is my ring. My town. These boys are here to see me.” Jazelle raised her arms gesturing to the horny viewers sitting around the room waiting for their show. “They love me here. Nobody even knows who you are and by the end of the day nobody outside of Vegas will either.” She grinned a crooked, devilish grin and tilted her head, flipping her long red hair over her right shoulder. I snickered at her condescension, having come across similar attitudes from challengers.
“Hmf. You may show off those trashy tits to guys with dollar bills in one hand and their cocks in the other, but this is a true battle. A sophisticated competition between classy women in a position of power over true men.” I shot my trophy a look and winked at him before turning back to Jazelle. “And, you are so going down you cheap ho!” I snapped my fingers in front of her face and laughed as I walked around her and made my way towards the jello ring.
I stood at one end of the pool and Jazelle took her place at the other end, scowling at me from across the sea of jello. The spotlight clicked and shawn down on the shimmering cherry dessert, as well as the two of us. The battle was about to begin and my trophy man ran his hands from my shoulders and down my arms, pulling my robe off as he caressed my warm skin. He folded my robe over his forearm and unclasped my bra. I let the cups drop from my fleshy globes and he collected the bra from the floor, kissing my hand as well as each breast before retreating to the corner to observe the fight.
“You ready to take on a true winner, Miss thing?” I sassed her from across the pool.
“You better shut that whore mouth of yours before I stick my perfect tits in there!” She hissed. Her attitude and her short fuse would be interesting in battle, and I was sure would eventually be her downfall.
“Ha! Let’s get sticky, hooker.” I kicked off my heels and stepped into the shallow inflatable pool. My bare feet sloshed in the sweet, wobbly treat and I waded through the cubes toward the center of the pool. My breasts bounced like the sweetness that jiggled around my knees, and soon Jazelle joined me.
It didn’t take long for the inner rage to escape and Jazelle stumbled through the fruity treat and tackled me. Her orbs collided with mine and we both fell into the stickiness. Our tits pressed together, gliding over each other with the slick sweetness between our bodies. Jazelles fingers gripped my upper arms and we struggled through the jello. Our boobs bounced up and down, side to side, smacking against each other as we tried to stand.
I chest bumped Jazelle, trying to loosen her grip on my shoulders and knock her off balance to free myself from her grasp. She was determined to keep me close and we ended up on our knees, waist deep in the jello. If she wanted to keep her hold on me, I would make her regret it. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her even closer, trapping her in a bear hug. She grunted as our chests crashed together and flattened both of our mounds flat against our bodies. Our breasts slid a bit on one another, the dessert creating a lubricant between us. Somehow it was more sensitive having our nipples gliding across one another. They rubbed back and forth and with no friction there was nothing stopping the movement.
Normally being pressed into a bear hug left the nipples in one place and there was no rubbing involved. However with this new, sugary addition to the battle, even in a bear hug our nipples were dragging and rubbing against one another. I felt her somewhat petite nipples circling my own, rounding my areolas and pressing into my chest.
“Ow, jesus!” Jazelle cried out, her voice echoing in my ear and her moist breath all over my neck. She tried to pry my arms from around her torso but the jello proved too slippery for her success. She pushed at my shoulders, trying to shove me away. I could hear her teeth grinding in my ear and her frustration was clear.
“More than you bargained for, huh?” I whispered to her, digging my nipples into her areolas as I squeezed her even tighter than before. I hugged her, mocked her, pushed her to the edge.
“You fucking Ho!” She screeched. “Nobody fucks with me! I’m the Queen around here!” Her voice was shrill and I could sense her fear. She was worried, frustrated, and her frustration manifested as a white hot rage. She screamed and grabbed at my hair, pulling me down into the sea of cubed goodness. We struggled, her fingernails digging into me as she tried to free herself. Finally I relented. She was fighting dirty and I would make sure she got put in her place.
“Can’t take the heat? Get out of the kitchen you pole slut.” I released her from my bear hug and we parted. We both sat in the cherry flavoured cubes and took a breath before struggling our way back up into a standing position. Jazelle grunted through her teeth like a beast, crawling onto her knees and finally standing up. She stared at me with narrowed eyes and lunged at me, letting out a high pitched battle cry.
Jazelle pounced and collided with me, sending me flying backwards, my feet sliding on the slippery pool floor. I fell backwards and landed on the cushioned edge of the inflatable pool. My upper body was hanging backwards over the edge as Jazelle came down on top of me. Her breasts slapped down on mine and I winced at the loud smack. She leaned over me, steadying herself on the edge of the pool while bouncing up and down. Her tits pounded on top of mine over and over and I looked up to see the row of fans cheering her on. I couldn’t push myself back up as my hands slipped and slid on the jello covered pool surface. I just couldn’t gain any traction and trying to push her away was difficult as her arms were pressing my own tight against my rib cage. She leaned down onto me, straddling me and pinning me to the edge of the pool.
“Stuck now, aren’t you Bitch!” She hissed, bouncing her round globes on top of me and smacking my breasts hard, over and over. My tender boobs were starting to sting more and more with every wet clap of our tits making contact. I had to get out.
Jazelle was leaning over me, her big mounds pounding down on mine and her damp hair hanging over my face. I took my opportunity and wriggled my right arm free. I reached up and grabbed onto a thick chunk of her bright red hair and pulled her head down toward me. I lifted my head and pressed my lips against hers. She was surprised, thrown off. She clearly didn’t know how to react and she just stayed where she was, my tongue slipping into her mouth and my lips embracing hers as the crowd went wild. I quickly released her and she pulled back, staring down at me with wide eyes.
The crowd was roaring, applauding and some even had their dicks in their hand. I leaned my head back for a moment to see my trophy, dick out, stroking and drooling as he watched the show. I smiled at him and then looked back up at Jazelle who still leaned over me in shock. I braced myself against the corner of the pool and arched my back, thrusting my chest upward. My sudden chest bump sent Jazelle slipping backward and falling onto her ass in the pool of jello. I was finally free.
I struggled onto my knees, crawling toward Jazelle and wiping the cherry residue from my cheek. I slid my body on top of hers, straddling her in the center of the pool. She was surrounded by jello cubes and the fans all jumped to their feet and hurried to the side of the pool so they could catch a glimpse of the action.
Jazelle suffered from the same problem that I had. She couldn’t gain enough traction on the slippery pool floor to push herself up and I held my breasts high above her.
“Last chance to submit before I pound you into oblivion you classless pole hussy!” I shouted down at her. She went into rage mode again, thrashing and bucking her hips to try and force me off of her. “You had your chance.” I growled.
I wound up, lifting my tits into the air, ready to drop. Finally, as she was centered beneath me, I came down hard. I let go of my orbs and let my body drop forward onto her. My weight and force crushed her chest and she whimpered at the impact. She gasped for air, but before she could struggle free I sat up. I came down again on her, our fleshy balloons colliding and smashing together. They kneaded together, squished and slippery.
“Fuck!” Jazelle cried out, her rage subsiding and worry filling her eyes. I leaned over her and began to slap each of my breasts into hers over and over one after the other. This time the smacking was on top of her and she didn’t take it as well as I did. It was clear that she had been pampered and worshipped as a pole dancer and had never felt the true impact of a pair of champion tits pounding down on her.
“Take it whore!” I screamed, relentlessly hammering my breasts into her. I spread my tits and came in on her from the sides, squishing them together and watching them turn bright pink from both the tenderness and the cherry liquid melting around our warm bodies.
She gave up trying to gain traction and now tried to shield herself. She threw her arms up in front of her but I held them over her head. I began to slam my entire upper body into her. Our boobs pancaked together and our nipples slid around each other as I grinded against her. My body rubbed up and down on hers and my chest crushed her tits from every angle. My nipples rubbed into her areolas until they were raw, the sugary treat that surrounded us creating a sticky friction.
“Stop! Fuck, stop it!” She gasped. Her wrists were held over her head and her chest was bruised from my attack. She had never taken such a beating and knew she couldn’t handle much more.
“Only you can make this stop!” I whispered to her. I chest bumped her again, flattening her mounds against her rib cage and coaxing a squeal from her lips. I leaned in close again, rubbing my nipples across hers over and over. “You can make it all end right here and now. All you have to do is submit to the true champion. Let all these horny fans know that you are a fraud and you will never be able to compete with the Tittie Terminator.” I snickered, feeling her face turning hot as I whispered into her ear.
Jazelle was too proud to simply give up, but her face was buried in cherry jello cubes. Just past the wiggling treat and my jiggling breasts she could see the jeering of the fans around the pool. She could sense the end was here.
“I, I can’t. I can’t give up. They all love me!” Her whimpering voice grew weak and I pounding down on her once more. “Ugh! They built this arena for me!” She teared up. I giggled, smiling down at her and tilting my head condescendingly as she did when we first met.
“Oh, sweety. You may be good on a pole, but the titty championship title will always be mine. It’s time for you to give up and give these men what they really want. A Queen.” I reared up one last time, ready to strike again and crush her tits underneath mine.
“Please, no!” She shook her head and pleaded. “Please, God. I can’t take any more. I can’t stand them watching me getting humiliated any longer. Just…just make it stop.” She whined.
“Say it.” I hissed with an evil grin.
“Please, don’t make me!” She begged. With a quick reaction I slapped her across the face with my left tit.
“Ah fuck! Ok, ok!” She whined and clenched her eyes shut waiting for another impact. “Please, ok I submit!” She gave in.
“And there it is.” I released her wrists and sat up with my knees in either side of her hips.
“Yes, ok! Fine! I give in! This is the end for me. I submit to your superior breasts and my career is over.” She wept. I carefully crawled off of her and got to my feet. I raised my arms and the crowd cheered for my victory. I turned around and slowly trudged through the jello to the edge of the tub toward my trophy, who now stool poolside with his cock in his hand.
I took a few cautious steps through the slippery pool when I heard a collective gasp from the audience and an angry shriek from behind me. I turned just in time to see Jazelle charging at me, breasts in hand and ready to strike. I had to think on my feet and as she approached I took a quick step to the side. She tumbled forward and I grabbed hold of my left boob and swung. My breasts smacked into her right titty and she let out a painful squeal as she fell face first into the jello. The crowd chuckled and cheered as she lay there helpless and defeated.
“You know the penalty for attacking after submission, you amateur?” I asked rhetorically, kneeling at her side and pulling her up to a kneeling position by her hair. “You are even less than a trophy. You’re below even my prize. Now you won’t just submit to me, you will submit to him.” I chortled. Jazelle’s face was covered in red jello residue and she looked up at my trophy man with an expression of shame and defeat.
“Y-yes Ma’am.” She whispered. The fans crowded around and watched as my trophy stroked his cock and presented it to Jazelle. She leaned forward, eyes shut tight, and opened her mouth. She took his long member into her mouth and prepared him for me. She sucked him and licked all the way up his shaft. Her tongue circled his head and he moaned as he neared orgasm. My latest victim was on her knees where she belonged, getting my trophy cock ready to grace my champion titties with his warm cum.
“That’s right suck it! That’ll teach you to get off your pole and play with the big girls. Get that dick nice and ready for my prize.” I stood next to her in the pool, hand on my hip and grin on my face. I watched her pleasure my man like a used toy and soon I could tell that he was ready to blow his load. He tensed up, eyes clenched and face twisting with pleasure.
“This load is for the Queen!” He cried out, his voice cracking as he pulled his cock from her mouth and pushed her away. I bent forward and accepted my creamy gift. He moaned loudly and coated my sticky, juicy breasts with his white essence. String after string of his load draped over my nipples and Jazelle looked up at us in envy.
“Mmmmm that’s my good boy.” I stroked his cheek and he collapsed in a heap on the floor. I turned toward Jazelle, still bent over, and gestured for her to approach me. Jazelle crawled forward and knelt in front of me, staring up at me like a battered puppy.
She knew what she had to do. She had been so sure of herself, so confident and unwilling to accept defeat. Now, she was beaten down. She was finally prepared to submit to the titty fighting champion.
“You know what to do you slut loser. Lick this cum up from my victorious titties.” I demanded. She obeyed this time without hesitation. She rested her hands on my hips and leaned in. She took my left nipple in her mouth and licked the mixture of jello and cum from my hardened tip. A soft moan escaped her lips and she suckled on me, giving in to her submissive side. Her tongue lapped up all of the juicy jizz that covered my tender boobs. She tasted the cherry flavour and the creaminess of my trophy cum. She licked it all up off of my left breast and then cleaned my right off just the same. She had become a very good sub bitch, cleaning off my chest like her life depended on it and enjoying every single lick.
“I am yours, Mistress.” She mumbled, my right nipple filling her mouth. She circled my tip in her mouth, relentlessly cleaning me up and offering herself to me. I felt my clit tingle as I looked down at her. She grasped my hips hard and the suction around my stiff nip pushed me over the edge. My muscles contracted all at once and I let out a soft groan as I orgasmed. My panties were already soaked with cherry jello and now with my own juices. I decided to really show the crowd what happens when a challenger breaks the rules.
“Look what you’ve done you little whore. Clean it up!” I lifted my skirt and pushed Jazelles face down into my pussy. She happily licked at my wet, juicy thong and cleaned up the mess that she had made with her obedient submittion.
When I was finished with her, I pushed her head away and she collapsed into the sea of jello. My trophy man now stood outside of the pool and offered me his hand. I stepped carefully out of the pool and several of the fans offered me a towel to clean off with. My trophy cock led me to the door, covering me with my robe and as we approached the exit to leave, I turned back one last time to address my newest titty victim.
“Don’t quit your night job.”
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