Fight Club Fan Art Romane & Geschichten

“YES! DESTROY ME! BREAK YOUR FIGHT WHORE!” He fucked me like a machine, his massive hips slamming into me with brutal force while the crowd roared. Another fighter shoved his cock down my throat. Two more grabbed my hands. I was completely filled, moaning like a broken slut as they used me in the center of the cage. For the next several hours, the entire underground fight club claimed their ultimate prize.

Growling, Faith warned, "Don't growl at me, you asked for this fight. It's not my fault you keep falling." Displeased by Faith's retort, Petta sprang up from the ground and brandished a blade from her back pocket, charging at Faith. I noticed the weapon in her hands, and it seemed Faith did too. As Petta swung the blade, it grazed Faith's arm as she blocked the attack intended for her face, resulting in a deep cut on her arm. Glancing at her wound nonchalantly, Faith knew she would heal as she had trained intensively in combat and pain management. Engaging in a fierce fight, both girls clawed at each other, and in the struggle, Petta ended up cutting Faith from her elbow to her hand, causing

Afgan was struggling because he was holding Adelia. “You can stop right now, or you'll regret it,” Afgan said, his face turning red. “We won't be afraid of you. You both have to pay for what you did earlier.” The man said as he held his cheek, which was still sore from the blow from Afgan earlier. “Attack!” he ordered a group of his friends, most of whom had body tattoos and studio faces. The fight scene began. Afgan took on several men with his well-trained martial arts skills. Punches and kicks were exchanged between them.

She was trying to peel his hands off her but the bastard wouldn't let go. And that was all it took. I was on him in seconds. One strong yank, and Skylar was out of his grasp, stumbling into my chest. The bastard barely had time to react before my fist connected with his face, sending him crashing to the floor. The music didn’t even stop. Just another fight in a club like this. “Who the fuck…” The guy groaned, clutching his bleeding nose, but when he saw me, his face paled. Smart.

My eyes scan the audience to find the guy I am going to fight against. "I am not sure. Rico is a big boy. Do you think you can take him ?" "Just put these on top of what you bet”. Twigs accepts the money and we turn our attention to the fight. This time there are also tiny splashes of blood floating around in the air and land far outside the ring. I wrinkle my nose and do my best to breathe through my mouth. I try to divert my urges by studying the fighter's technique. The boss catches the Butcher's arm, and with the other he sends a powerful blow into his ribs. I hear a crunching sound, and the Butcher falls to his knees. The fighter is about to get up when the Boss kicks him right in the f