A Fight to the Death

By Daisy

Remember Daisy ? We've posted some of her recordings before. Here's short story she began working on several years ago. She posted it on a chat forum, then vanished! I'm posting it here. If anyone wants to take over and do Part Two, that would be awesome!

I knew that there was a strong possibility that I would be killed in the next hour, but instinct took over as I carried my wife into the coliseum. Like ever other wife that day, Daisy laid on my arms and relaxed as I transported her to the safety of the glass observatory in the center of the arena. From there she would soon witness a bloody struggle as hundreds of men fought to the death to impress women for sexual favors.

Like the 100 other women present, Daisy stood at the glass on her pantyhose tippy-toes as the men assembled on the floor. In the remote room, a beautiful, blond woman read a statement and removed her pantyhose. She held them high as the men below prepared to charge. Within seconds, she released the pantyhose and they slowly glided to the floor and then they gently landed with the soft scent of her female peds. The battle began at that very moment as anticipation gave way to action. Twenty feet below the women, men on both sides rushed towards each other with unbelievable frenzy. Within seconds, they were engaged in mortal combat on the floor below. All the while, the women looked silently on with delight knowing that each man was fighting and possibly dying to get a chance to fuck them.

As soon as the armies met, blood was spilled and several men lay dead or dying. The tone behind the glass went from one of silence to an excited cheer. Women jumped up and down as the men became more engaged in the fight. Every woman looked to see where her husband was. Daisy saw Kent roughly three rows behind the fighting and directly below her. It was only a matter of seconds until he would be engaged in combat.

She briefly debated whether to watch him fight from above or see him at eye-level. Many thoughts raced through her head in a split second. Should she choose to stay where she was, she would see him fight from a birds-eye view that most men wanted. She would get to see the whole benign view of the battle (including his). From this vantage point, all bloody details would be spared. Going downstairs, however, she would get to see the action firsthand.

Daisy made her decision and hurried downstairs to the main room where a thick glass window divided the female spectators from the men fighting on the front line. Blood was already splattered across the glass and the moans of dying men could be heard through the thick barrier. Still, Daisy felt a tingling sensation in her vagina as she entered the room and anxiously looked for her husband in the crowd of dueling men.