End: Lois Lane Lets Selina Kyle Win

A torrid uppercut opened a cut on Selina's chin. Then Lois let her swings go wide and wild. Missed more than she connected. Left herself open. Selina knew, and when her knee came up into the reporter's midriff Lois rolled with it. Leaned back so that the Catwoman's left jab barely grazed her head. Let the crowd cheer.

The right cross straight to the reporter's tits wasn't feigned, though. The reporter's grunt of pain was real as she went down onto her knees. Came back up like Rocky Balboa, the puncher's chance—and Selina gave Lois a knowing wink as both punches missed. As the reporter walked straight into a left hook that was a thing of beauty. Fell down a sprawl of limbs, and didn't move.

Selina Kyle had a plan. Lois lay on the canvas and panted. A few bruises, but not as bad as she looked. The **** helped. A part of her expected to be carried out of the ring...but then she remembered the terms of this contest.

Two women enter. One is fucked.

The Catwoman dropped to her knees and lifted the reporter up until Lois Lane's head and shoulders were the only things on the canvas, her legs splayed out, spine bent. Selina put her hands on the back of the reporter's thighs and pressed down, which elicited a groan from Lois as bright spots of pain appeared in her back.

Then Selina spat in Lois Lane's pussy.

The long, pointed tongue ran over the reporter's asshole. Lois Lane's cheeks burned as the crowd went wild. Lights flashed from cameras that recorded the event. The pink tongue swirled over the reporter's tiny wrinkled bumhole, looser than it should be. Lois told herself it was the powdered deer penis...lots of club **** loosened up involuntary muscles. It wasn't like she enjoyed this.

Then Catwoman's tongue pushed its way into her ass. One hand let go of the reporter's thigh so that Selina could slap her fingers against the reporter's pussy. Juice sprayed in the light from the fat vulva as Lois Lane shook, her toes curled.

This is what the crowd wanted to see. Not just women beaten bloody, but humiliated. **** to cum in front of a crowd. That was part of Selina's plan too, Lois was sure. After all, Catwoman had to know this would happen, if Lois lost.

I have to trust her, Lois thought to herself.

So the reporter let herself go. er abs heaved as she responded to the hot tongue that swirled around and around in her ass. Moaned like a pornstar as Selina spanked her sloppy slit. As the Catwoman's nimble fingers rubbed her clit. The reporter's eyes rolled as she writhed in her defeat, the heat built and built inside of her, so hard to breathe in this position, her nipples so hard, so much weight and pressure on her spine...

...the reporter screamed as her body arched. Lois didn't normally squirt, but now her body climaxed hard, a clear stream splashed in Selina Kyle's face. The champion let her defeated opponent collapse to the ground...and then bent over her and lifted the reporter's limp neck. Pressed her hot lips against Lois Lane's own. So that Lois could taste her own squirt...and so the Catwoman's tongue could slip a small, hard object into the reporter's mouth.

A key.

"Wait for my signal," Selina whispered.

Lois kept the key under her tongue as Selina Kyle let her head drop back to the canvas. Goons came out to carry Lois off, back to where the other fighters were. The key tasted like metal in her mouth. The reporter lifted her head and tried to remember the route they carried her on...mapped the route...to the cells where the other women were. Naked, bruised, with sunken eyes. Broken in body and spirit. The fuckmeat that entertained the punters upstairs.

Kept behind locked doors until needed.

The reporter grinned. Punch-drunk as she was, she did love it when a plan came together.

It was near dawn when the sirens broke the still of the night. Lois Lane, Selinka Kyle, and the rest of the women were already outside. Flames burst from the windows of the former club. Catwoman stretched, the cops and the fire department on the way.

"The one behind this..." Lois said.

"Gone," Selina said.

"So what now?" The reporter asked. Her club clothes felt grimy and too small. Her body still ached.

"I need a shower. Coffee. Clean clothes." Selina said.

"My place?" Lois heard her voice, as if someone else spoke. "I should have something that fits you."

Selina Kyle flashed Lois Lane a wicked smile.

"Want to finish what we started in that ring, don't you?" she teased.

Lois Lane snorted. "I could totally have taken you."

"If you say so," the other woman said.

They walked away from the burning building. The formerly-missing women dispersed, in ones and twos. Lois Lane had their names and numbers. Plenty to follow up on...after.

"So," Selina said, as her hand slipped down to grip Lois Lane's ass. "This shower of yours. Big enough for two?"

"It might be a tight squeeze," Lois said. "Hopefully those cow-tits of yours don't take up too much room."

That was what it was like. Back and forth, light jabs and low blows. Until they arrived in Lois Lane's apartment, the sun already out. Then the clothes came off, and the verbal sparring stopped. Lois Lane's fingers traced Selina's scars. Their lips explored one another, no audience this time, no-one to interrupt them. To let the hot water wash away the blood and filth of the night.

This time, they both won.