Big Fight Night
“What the hell did you just say?!” Cat snarled, slamming her fists onto the tabletop, causing her dishes to clatter, her drink nearly toppling to the floor. She was on her feet and hadn’t realized it, muscles tensed and ready for a fight.
The redheaded brute of a woman who had just strode in with a half dozen women behind her rested her meaty hands on her hips and smirked down at Cat; even standing, Cat was several inches shorter than Anita Winters, and a good hundred pounds lighter. At least. “I said you’re a little pussy bitch who doesn’t know how to fight!!”
That hadn’t been exactly what she’d said, but the sentiments were the same. Cat’s eye twitched, and her teeth ground. “Look who’s talking! I beat your ass in that last fight we had, Winters! Wasn’t it right after that you ran off and joined the men’s league cause you couldn’t handle real women?”
The big woman growled and pointed a finger at Cat, likewise looking like she was ready to throw down. “You only won because of a technicality! Fucking points system bullshit! I had you beat, Ramos, and you know it! You couldn’t handle that and left the league right after like the little poser cunt you are!”
Cat had left the league right after, but not for that reason; no, mere days after that fight was when the world had gone crazy and she had discovered she could transform into the Pink Pussy, and started focusing on fighting crime. Cat stalked around the corner of her table and shoved her finger right in Anita’s chest. “And what about you? Didn’t you get thrown out because of all those allegations that you rigged the matches with all those guys? Or was it because you couldn’t handle some drunks hitting on you at a bar one night and put them in the hospital? Lost control like the wild animal you are! You’re a mindless brute, Winters!”
Anita’s own finger poked Cat’s chest, feeling like a solid steel rod, and her face was suddenly inches away from Cat’s as she shouted. “But I can fight, unlike you! I know something about you, Ramos. You were at that Chinese place when that tentacle monster attacked it. I saw that video online, recognized your bleached bimbo mug as you got thrown around like the pathetic little poser you are! Couldn’t finish that fight on your feet, just like our last bout! You’re a fake, Ramos!”
Cat felt her forehead pressing against Anita’s as the two snarled at one another. Other patrons in the restaurant had cleared out. That night at Mr. Wong’s place was anything but a regular fight and the bitch knew it! She shouted right back. “You wanna try me again?! Keep it up, Winters, and I’ll prove just how wrong you are!”
“You couldn’t beat me if you wanted to, Ramos! You don’t have what it takes! You’re a fucking pussy ass bitch!”
“Right here, right now! I’ll show you who the bitch is!” Cat’s fists were ready. Anita’s were too.
“Anita, hold on! Wait, Anita, not here!” said one of her friends, trying to push herself in between the two enraged fighters.
Not a good place to be.
“You stay out of this! I’m gonna finish this right now!” Anita bellowed, big fist raised and ready to rock.
“Remember your probation, Anita! You can’t get in trouble like this!” said another of her friends, who was completely ineffectively trying to pull Anita’s raised arm back to stop the sledgehammer of a fist from striking out at Cat. “Remember what the Director said!”
That actually made Anita blink, her fist wavering. She touched the heavy collar around her neck, some kind of LED panel attached to it flickering a green light as her teeth ground while she debated within herself whether to continue or not.
Cat couldn’t stop herself, felt her lips curling into a positively feral smile. “What’s the matter? Pussing out? Coward!”
Anita roared, and suddenly her whole group was interposing themselves between the two fighters, most pushing against Anita, two trying to pull Cat back. One of them managed to speak above the others. “Wait, wait damn it! You can settle this, but not here! You both want a piece of each other, so let’s do it, but not in the middle of the restaurant!”
“The gym! The gym at the institute!” said another. “Nobody uses it this late, and it’s got that ring we use for self-defense training!”
“How about it, Ramos? You gonna chicken out or you still wanna do this?”
“I don’t care where it is, Winters! I’ll kick your ass around the ring just like I’d wipe the floor with you here!”
“Fine! You ride with those two, and you’d better not try to wiggle your narrow ass out of this!” Anita said, stabbing her fingers at the two women holding onto Cat. She suddenly turned, dragging two of the four with her, nearly causing the others to fall. “Get dinner to go, girls! I’ve got a little bitch to educate!” she announced, stomping out of the front doors.
Thirty Minutes Later…
And so it was that Cat found herself inside the employee only gym of the Edgewater Institute, cracking her knuckles in one corner of the ring, licking her lips in anticipation of the ass-whooping she was going to deliver to Anita Winters. She’d shot a text off to Laura on the ride over, only telling her that she’d ran into an old acquaintance and would be late. The two of them wore only sports bras, shorts and padded fighting gloves, well, besides that collar Anita had taken to wearing; Cat had already been out for a run when she’d stopped for dinner, and by the time her two nurses had led her inside the gym, Anita had been stepping out of the locker room similarly dressed.
Cat was aware that a crowd was growing inside the gym, more than a couple dozen nurses, both on and off duty by the look of it. She had heard odd rumors about the Edgewater Institute, and it looked like they were at least somewhat true. The on-duty nurses wore uniforms that were extremely tight-fitting, designed more like the classic ‘sexy nurse’ uniforms and in several different colors instead of scrubs most hospitals went for. More interestingly, there were a few nurses who stood out, their uniforms apparently indicating special duties or something…else. There was one nurse wearing a black uniform trimmed with red, face covered by a gas mask, hanging around outside the ring near Anita, leaning in close to talk to her.
Another wore a different black uniform, with bright pink, leopard print side panels, the whole uniform glistening in the light and hugging her curves like…latex. Yes, that was definitely latex. Her face was mostly hidden behind a respirator-style gas mask, showing only her green eyes and short red hair, a pair of forelocks hanging low to either side of her eyes which seemed to be looking over the scene in a disapproving manner. She had been texting with someone a few moments ago, but now she was talking with another nurse, then shrugged, and then started calling for everyone to place their bets, taking up an empty container for the pot.
There were a couple more nurses wearing latex uniforms, one of which led another inside the room that made Cat do a double-take, her mouth falling open. What the hell was that?! They led what could have been a nurse clad in one of those tight-fitting latex uniforms, in white, but she was on a leash! And her head was covered in a smooth latex discipline hood, a harness gag secured around her head and covering her mouth but for what had to have been a breathing hole, a tight ponytail of platinum blonde hair extending upward and dangling down behind her head. And the rest of what she wore…a golden chastity bra, thigh bands, and belt glittered atop the immaculate white latex, as did a tall collar around her neck and shackles about her ankles, her feet forced into an en pointe position by tall ballet heels that seemed to be melded with the rest of her uniform. As the nurse leading her hauled on the leash, the woman stumbled against the hobble chain, and Cat noticed that her arms were secured behind her in a firm reverse-prayer position, wrists held by golden cuffs, hands secured inside latex mittens.
“Don’t get distracted, Ramos! You’ll meet Healslut soon enough when I beat the everloving shit out of you!” Anita said, rumbling a laugh that her gaggle of cronies shared.
“Healslut? What in the hell is going on here?” Cat’s eyes shot from the tightly bound nurse to Anita, narrowed angrily, any additional thoughts she had about the strange nurses evaporating as her rage instantly reignited. She felt her fingernails digging into her palms as she snarled. “What’re you waiting for, then? Come and get me if you can, or are you too busy talking up your girlfriends for a pity-fuck after I win?”
Anita snarled, and the nurses around her quickly scattered. She took a step forward, her muscles tensing as her big foot slammed onto the ring, shaking the whole thing.
Cat matched Anita’s move, her step much lighter. The sound of cheers and shouted bets disappeared as her focus went exclusively to the red-headed giant in front of her. Their fighting styles were mirror images of one another in many ways, Anita being all about brutal, overwhelming force and inescapable grapples, while Cat was more about speed and wearing an opponent down with lots of quick strikes before going in for the knockout. She knew plenty of submission holds as well, but Anita did have a big advantage in that she was built like a battle tank, and could probably out-pull one if given the chance. Still, Cat hadn’t been idle during her time away from the ring, far from it. She’d learned plenty about down and dirty streetfighting during her hours patrolling Sentinel City as the Pink Pussy, and knew that Anita’s anger tended to get the better of her in an extended engagement. It was just a matter of making sure she didn’t take a hit she couldn’t recover from before then.
“Alright, ladies, let’s do this!” shouted one of the nurses, leaning over the ring ropes and waving her arm between the two combatants. “Fight!” She quickly hopped down and away.
Anita charged at Cat like a rhino, roaring, head down, arms wide, ready to grab or punch or both.
Cat waited as long as she dared as Anita barreled toward her. She faked right, then left, then ducked the meaty hands grabbing for her. Cat sprang forward, diving between Anita’s widely spaced legs. She hit the mat, turned, kicked, landed a solid hit to Anita’s lower back. She was already moving, rolling forward, regaining her feet and her balance.
Anita was facing her already, looking as if she hadn’t even felt the strike. She surged forward again, moving remarkably fast for her size as she tucked in and threw herself at Cat, shoulder first.
Cat moved forward as well, hopping over Anita’s charge, planting her hands on Anita’s back and vaulting over her, landing two quick kicks to Anita’s back before she cleared the brute, landing easily on her feet.
An outraged snarl came from Anita in response as she staggered, short of going to her knees, and spun about to face Cat again, nostrils flaring. “What’s the matter?! Stop running!”
Flashing a wide grin, Cat did just the opposite, and ran directly at Anita. The expected swing came from Anita’s big arm. Cat ducked, nudged it just a bit further away with her own forearm, then came in for a quick jab to Anita’s face. She barely caught the knee coming at her, pulling her punch and diving aside, feeling the flat of Anita’s kneecap brush her in the hip. As Cat landed, she realized it had been enough of an impact that she’d likely have a bruise, even though it had only been a glancing blow.
Apparently Anita had learned a few things too.
With a smug smirk on her face, Anita kept low and stalked forward while Cat moved backward. The two sized each other up as they began to circle the ring.
Cat moved first, suddenly changing her direction. She led with a few quick kicks, drawing Anita’s attention. The giant blocked the strikes easily enough, but Cat was already shifting her weight. As another kick landed, Anita made a grab for Cat’s extended leg. Cat pulled her leg back, watched Anita’s hands following it, then twisted, dropping toward the mat, catching herself with her hands, then brought her other leg up, her foot impacting into the side of Anita’s face with all the strength she could muster.
Already off balance, Anita grunted and staggered, going to her knee and steadying herself with one hand on the mat.
Cat had already started moving, snatched Anita’s free arm and twisted it as she wrapped her legs around it and leveraged off of Anita’s neck. It had been a spur of the moment decision, but if she could manage to injure the brute’s arm, make it a pain to use, it’d make things all that much easier later in the fight.
Anita roared, not in pain, but anger.
Cat felt the big woman resisting her twisting motion, and realized that Anita was winning through raw power. Wincing, Cat released her hold and scrambled to move away. She saw Anita’s fist coming, but hadn’t moved fast enough, and caught the punch in her gut. She wheezed as her breath was knocked out of her, reacted on pure instinct as she used the momentum of the punch to lead her backward, and danced away, panting as she fought through the pain and tried to regain her air.
That was really going to hurt later.
Anita suddenly loomed up in front of Cat, arms wide. She came in from both sides, arms closing in for a bearhug.
Not wanting to get caught in something like that, Cat struck out with a quick jab, caught Anita in the face, but it barely fazed her. Her intent was clear, and she was set on that goal.
Cat dropped to the mat, feeling Anita’s arms brushing her own just before they could close around her. On her side, she kicked out with both feet with everything she could muster, striking into Anita’s stomach.
Anita grunted and staggered backward, momentarily thwarted.
Knowing she didn’t have much time, Cat sucked in as much air as she could and kicked again, this time going for the side of Anita’s left knee. Her foot slammed home, the knee buckled, but Anita kept her footing. Cat kicked again, foot landing in the same spot.
This time Anita went down with a grunt of pain.
Cat rolled onto her other side, kicked with her other leg, going for Anita’s face now that it was in range. Her heel slammed into the red-head’s nose, her head jerked back. Cat saw blood. She kicked again as Anita’s head came forward.
Anita’s massive hand clamped down on Cat’s ankle like a vice, stopping her foot instantly.
“Oh shit,” Cat muttered. Not good!
“Squeal for me, cunt!” Anita roared, snorting blood out of her crushed nose, her enraged gaze firmly on Cat. The giant rose and twisted Cat’s leg.
Cat twisted her body with Anita’s motion to lessen the pressure on her leg. She had no doubts about how strong Anita was; the woman could break her leg without much effort. She kicked with her free leg, smashed her foot into Anita’s elbow, but somehow her grip stayed firm. Her other arm was coming in to ensure Cat wasn’t going anywhere.
Jerking her leg away from Anita’s other grasping hand as she was lifted upward, Cat swung her elbow once, then again, into the knee she’d kicked earlier, putting all the strength she could muster into it. The big woman staggered and dropped again, her crushing hold on Cat’s ankle holding tight, but she had to use her other arm to catch herself.
Using the few precious seconds she had, Cat lashed out with her free leg, striking Anita’s wrist first, then crushing her fingers with her heel on her followup strike. The big woman snarled, but finally let go, and Cat dropped fully to the mat.
Anita roared and dove forward, aiming her bulk at Cat, hoping to pin her to the mat.
Cat rolled aside, feeling the ring rock as Anita’s mass slammed down inches behind her, and scrambled to her feet as she put as much distance between herself and Anita as possible. Cat panted, blinked away sweat, and put herself on the defensive.
Her red-headed opponent flexed her injured fingers and rose back to her feet, favoring her knee, angling herself so that it was staying behind the rest of her as she more cautiously approached Cat. Her bloody lips twitched as she snarled at Cat, nose still dripping. “You’re gonna regret that, Ramos. I’m gonna make you beg for mercy, and you ain’t gonna find any.”
“Big talk, but if you can’t hold onto me better than that, you don’t have a chance.” The crowd around the ring was cheering, a dull roar in the background. She heard a lot more of them shouting for Anita, though.
The two stalked one another around the ring, once, then twice, keeping their distance as they plotted their next attacks. Cat knew that Anita had a weak point to focus on in that knee, but Cat’s leg wasn’t exactly feeling great, her ankle already aching when she put her weight on it. What little time Anita had managed to keep her in her grasp was enough to have left its mark.
Anita made the first move, lunging forward, her massive arms reaching for Cat.
Cat hopped backward, and a second time as Anita came in at her from a slightly different angle. As Cat tried to get in close enough for a counter, Anita twisted, using her injured leg to send a wide kick toward Cat’s midsection. Again, Cat weaved out of the way, hopping backward. She was suddenly aware of what Anita was doing: backing her into a corner.
Cursing at herself for how easily the brute had managed to lead her around like that, Cat’s mind churned furiously to come up with something she could do in response. She was quickly running out of ring, and Anita’s wide reach meant she definitely had a growing advantage.
Thinking less like an MMA fighter and more like her pink-furred persona, Cat saw a possible avenue of attack. It’d be dangerous, but…big risk, big reward!
Cat weaved beneath another of Anita’s lunging grabs, struck out with a very long, telegraphed kick aimed at Anita’s midsection. Anita went to grab at Cat’s leg, but Cat quickly pulled it back out of reach, struck out again with her other leg and landed a glancing blow on Anita’s shoulder.
The bullish woman grunted and lunged at Cat again, a wild gleam in her eyes revealing that she was certain she had Cat exactly where she wanted her.
This time when Cat hopped backward, she grabbed the ring ropes to either side of her, just before she reached the corner, then hopped atop the uppermost turnbuckle. Pushing off and using the rope tension to add to her movement, she leaped over Anita’s head, enjoying the momentary look of surprise on the woman’s face as she came down with all her weight onto Anita, both feet slapping firmly into the center of the red-head’s shoulders.
The impact sent Anita forward, crashing into the corner post as Cat rolled down the bigger woman and hit the mat, coming to her feet. Pretty sure that she saw the upright now bent from Anita’s impact, Cat nonetheless rushed right back toward the dazed giant and pounced onto her back. One arm latched around Anita’s neck and squeezed with everything Cat could muster, while her other pounded at Anita’s kidneys as fast and hard as she could.
Anita grunted and snarled, staggering backward as she shook her head, reaching for the arm Cat had around her neck with one hand and throwing an elbow backward with her opposite arm.
If there was ever anyone Cat could call a brick shithouse, it was Anita. The woman just wouldn’t stop!
Though the both of them were covered in sweat at this point, Cat was under no illusions that it would help her if Anita managed to latch onto her again. She stopped her assault on Anita’s kidney and let go of the red-headed brute’s neck, immediately hopping backwards, narrowly avoiding the elbow.
Anita roared again, suddenly throwing herself backward, her bulk moving with speed Cat hadn’t thought possible. Cat put her arms up and braced, but there was nothing she could do to avoid the sudden, unexpected attack.
Cat cried out as the full weight of all that brick slammed into her. She felt the mat rushing up, and then lights flashed and swirled in her vision as she rolled. Dazed, her body screamed as new pain flared, coming to a stop against the ropes, her arm catching the bottom rope before she could roll completely out of the ring.
“Okay, yeah, put me down for a hundred on Winters.”
“I’ll take that bet! A hundred on Ramos!”
“Your loss, Bayne! I’ll be happy to take your money!”
Cat heard Anita groaning nearby, blinked a few times to clear her vision, her head rolling toward the voices. The leopard-printed nurse with the cash box was tapping on her phone as another pair of nurses stuffed their money into the pot. Their uniforms were different, but were composed of shiny black latex and tall heels. What was the deal with the uniforms in this place?
Not wanting to disappoint whoever Bayne was just on principle, money be damned, Cat gritted her teeth and tried to blot out the pain, turning her attention back to the ring and the lumbering giant still inside it. Anita was rubbing at her side where Cat had pounded at her kidney, grimacing and panting in the momentary respite she had created with that unexpected body check.
Cat willed herself to her feet, feeling Pink Pussy stir inside her. As much as she’d enjoy the enhanced stamina, speed, and recovery rate her other self could offer, she pushed it away. She couldn’t transform in front of a few dozen nurses; there was no way she could reveal herself and get away with it here. Besides, it wouldn’t be fair to Anita; she wasn’t super-powered…at least Cat didn’t think so, anyway. She probably just lived in the gym pumping all the iron, all the time, and spent all her money on the protein it would take to bulk up like that.
Seeing Cat on her feet again, Anita assumed a more defensive stance, as did Cat, and the two began to slowly stalk each other around the ring again. Cat’s body ached, and she felt the burning of several scrapes from her roll across the ring. “Good move, Winters. Didn’t expect that kind of speed from you.”
Anita smirked, blowing out some blood that remained in her nose with a snort. “You’re not as weak as you look, either. Didn’t think you could punch that hard; actually felt those.”
And that was the extent of their conversation. Still stalking, Cat was back to trying to come up with a way to put Anita down for the count. The way the other woman was huffing around, Cat was fairly certain she would need to try and choke her out. A body that big took a lot of air to function, after all. But how to do it? If she could get behind the big woman again, that would be best, but all Anita would have to do is flop onto her back and she would crush Cat out beneath her.
Attacking head on was dangerous too; Anita had a massive reach advantage. And it would put Cat directly in range of those tree trunks the red-head used for arms. Anita also had impressive endurance and could shrug off all but Cat’s strongest strikes without feeling them. She was slower, more prone striking out without thought, but even when Cat had taken advantage of it, she hadn’t stayed down for long.
As they continued their slow, stalking dance, Cat decided that she had to go for Anita’s air again. As meaty as her neck was, it was also Anita’s weakest spot. Problem was, Cat would be vulnerable to several attacks if she tried the chokehold again. Could she hold out long enough to choke Anita out?
It looked like Anita’s patience was gone for their little stroll about the ring. The bullish woman snorted and lunged.
Cat shot forward instead of trying to stay out of reach. She batted one of Anita’s arms aside with her forearm and twisted away from her other arm, using the momentum to land her elbow into Anita’s gut. She could sense Anita correcting, saw her adjust her footing. Cat scrambled to keep ahead of Anita, sensing her arms closing in.
She brought her knee up, catching Anita in the thigh, ducked just in time to avoid Anita’s arms, feeling the red-head’s sweaty skin slide over her shoulders. Cat had gotten her only slightly off balance and struck out with another quick jab, catching Anita in the side. Cat broke off in the next instant, diving low, hit the mat and rolled upright, sweeping her leg behind her, striking Anita in the ankle with a loud slap, wincing at the sting she felt in her foot.
Anita growled, swiveled, and dove at Cat, her hands clasped together as she put her full weight into an overhead crushing blow.
Cat pulled herself back with her arms and spread her legs wide at the very last moment, Anita’s balled fists slamming down on the ring an inch from Cat’s crotch. She could have sworn she’d heard the boards beneath them crack.
Cat struck out with her left heel, struck the side of Anita’s head. Not a strong blow given her position, but enough to buy another moment for her to make use of Anita’s exposed position. She immediately followed up by pushing her foot against Anita’s forehead, shoving herself backwards rather than trying to deal damage.
Anita’s hands and forearms ran over Cat’s leg as she scooted backward, just barely missing a potentially final grab that would have decided the match right then.
Hopping to her feet while Anita lumbered back upright, Cat then leaped forward, landed on Anita’s back, and rolled over it. Alighting on her feet on the other side, she twisted and lashed out with her right leg with everything she could muster, and caught Anita across her backside with her shin.
It was enough to cause Anita to stagger forward, still off balance while she tried to get herself upright. Cat rushed straight at her again, reached out and placed her hands over Anita’s lower back, then vaulted over the giant again.
This time Cat hadn’t tried to clear her opponent. This time she was angled right at Anita’s rising head. Her crotch slammed into the back of Anita’s head, her legs falling to either side of it as she rested on her opponent’s broad shoulders, and Cat clamped her thighs together and crossed her ankles, squeezing with everything she had.
Anita’s growl was an angry rumble as the big woman surged upright. She swung around wildly, trying to dislodge Cat while simultaneously grabbing at her. Cat weaved and wiggled for all she was worth, taking a handful of Anita’s hair for leverage as she swung backwards to avoid those powerful arms. It was like riding an actual bull!
“It’s not too late to give up, Winters!” Cat taunted.
That’s when the sledgehammer of Anita’s fist struck Cat in the side, her vision blurring as pain exploded through her. The fact that she fell forward over Anita’s head, doubled over from the jarring blow, was the only thing that had saved her from the follow up strike from the other side; Anita had only managed to graze her with her knuckles on that one.
Still clinging to Anita’s neck with every bit of strength she could muster in her legs, Cat felt the shift in momentum, knew what Anita had intended. Before the giant could topple backward and slam Cat into the mat, Cat eased the pressure on her thighs only slightly. She jabbed at Anita’s head, a few quick strikes to keep her off balance.
As Anita’s arms again rose to strike at Cat, the giantess pitched forward. Cat let the momentum carry her. She held on tightly to Anita’s wild red mane and released her hold, raising her legs before sliding around Anita’s head. Anita howled as Cat’s full weight tugged on her hair, a mix of pure rage and pain. Cat pulled herself upward, slamming her crotch into Anita’s face before she settled in the right position. The moment she was in place, she clamped her thighs together again and recrossed her ankles, and squeezed for all she was worth.
Cat managed another couple of quick jabs at Anita’s head before she had to break off the attack. She saw Anita’s fists coming at her and reflexively fell backward, dropping below the flailing hammers that could knock her cold if they struck her just right. But she kept holding on for dear life, but had lost her grip on Anita’s hair.
Grimacing, Cat knew what was coming. Her fall backward had only bought her a couple seconds; she couldn’t recover fast enough to avoid Anita’s grip now. Now it would be up to her own endurance.
Anita’s massive arms closed around Cat in that bearhug she had so wanted to use the whole fight. Pain flared throughout Cat’s midsection and only grew worse as Anita’s monstrous strength crushed down around Cat.
Intense didn’t even begin to describe the crushing force. Anita had gotten stronger since their last bout. Almost immediately the air was crushed from Cat’s lungs. She grimaced, resisted the need to scream.
Something popped in Cat’s chest. Then something else cracked. Pain flared, brilliant and blinding. Ribs…her ribs were giving already!
Anita went to her knees, but stubbornly held on as Cat’s thighs continued choking off her air. Why wouldn’t Anita go down?! Cat didn’t have much left. She couldn’t breathe, even if she felt Anita’s grip slacken just a bit.
No! She wasn’t going to give up! She was going to see this through! She was going to win! Finding a reserve of strength that wasn’t tapping into Pink Pussy’s power, Cat somehow managed to bring her arms up, slamming her elbow into Anita’s side once, twice, a third time.
Anita wavered, her grip faltered, but tightened again.
Cat’s vision was blurry, filled with stars. Her lungs burned; she couldn’t breathe.
From her position dangling upside down, Cat saw a blurry flash of white topped with pale blue, thought someone had just vaulted over the ropes and landed in the ring in front of them.
“That is enough! This ends now!” The commanding tone left no room for discussion. A hush fell over the gym, but neither Anita nor Cat seemed to notice. “I said that is enough!” the voice added a moment later, the woman’s tone positively icy.
The figure approached them. Cat saw a blur of movement, then heard a solid impact just above her. Anita’s grip faltered and fell away almost instantly, the big woman falling to the side, sucking in air immediately.
Cat dropped her own hold the moment Anita’s arms fell away, and landed on the mat with a very ungraceful thud. Gasping for air, she tried to focus on the figure who had come into the ring. The way her outfit was glistening, it had to be one of those latex uniforms. Cat struggled upright, fighting through the pain. Anita was next to her, but the figure in white was leaning over her. Was that…did she have her own arm clamped around Anita’s neck?!
Then something clamped around Cat’s neck, something warm and smooth…latex!
“When I give an order, I expect it to be followed!” said the newcomer, cold, calm and fully in control.
Stunned, Cat tried to shake herself free, but the grip was even more unyielding than Anita’s. It took her a few moments to process what had just happened. The woman not only held Anita in a chokehold the big oaf couldn’t break free of, but was balancing on one foot, her other leg raised so that she easily held Cat’s head between her thigh and ankle. All while wearing high heels! Who was this woman?!
As Cat’s vision blurred, her strength waning with lack of air, she heard the woman holding to her and Anita giving out orders. “This unauthorized event is finished. All nurses are to report immediately to their duties and await disciplinary action; those of you who are not on shift will have your punishments handed out at the start of your next one. Nurse Ashburn, continue assisting Specialist Leopard with unloading her delivery; you’ve wasted enough of her time as is. Doctors Del Vecchio and Bayne, see to it that the nursing staff are in fact performing their duties…and remember to report to the R&D wing at the end of your shifts for the overtime you so graciously volunteered for.” There was a pause, the sound of nurses shuffling away, fearful murmurs. “And Nurse Gibson…wake up Healslut and escort her to the maximum security wing’s intake; we have a couple of new volunteers who will need her attention before they begin testing Leopard’s latest devices.”
Cat tried to protest, managed to raise her hand to swat limply at the leg that held her in its choking grasp. If the woman at the other end of said leg noticed, she gave no indication of it. The last thing Cat saw before she blacked out was the glint of light reflecting off the blue-haired figure’s glasses as they looked down at her.
At long last, a return to my superhero setting! I’d actually written this around the middle of last year, but have been sitting on it a while due to various reasons. Not that I’m not happy with it or anything, just life and other stories taking precedence.
Though this particular chapter doesn’t have a ton of my usual kinky content, I found it a very fun challenge to describe the extended fight scene between Cat and Anita. It took me a lot longer than normal to finish that chapter as I’m far from what I’d call a fan of watching MMA or any other sports. So, hopefully I didn’t screw things up too badly with my descriptions; if I did, please let me know!
This was meant as a fun little worldbuilding story, adding in some new characters, as well as expanding the facility and staff featured in Anything for a Scoop and The Honey Trap.
Stay tuned for next week’s follow up chapter, in which we get to see Cat and Anita receiving some unorthodox treatment for their antics.
Until next time, Urban out!
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