Of Like Minds

One blow.

Nadya had done a fair bit of damage in a short amount of time, hammering her against the bookcase like that. Oh, her punches were far from perfect. They lacked form, didn’t have the shape of someone who’d spent any real time perfecting them, were fairly imprecise. But what they lacked in skill, they made up for in raw, brutal power. The kind that could bring most women to their knees. Even a seasoned wrestler like Anesthesia.

But one blow from a globe shut that all down and equaled things. The thought alone was enough to make Anesthesia laugh. Which she did.

Hammering Nadya’s thick skull had decimated the globe, splitting it clean in half and making it too unwieldy to use. She tossed it to the side, lamenting the money she’d just wasted, and reached down to grab her unruly foe’s hair and drag her up.

Anesthesia had only just touched the Russian’s mane when the crazy bitch dug her fangs into her leg, sinking deep, certainly enough to cut through skin. The Dark Nightingale’s scream was hoarse and horrid and high, filling the entire room.

With one hand, she gripped Nadya’s hair tight and yanked on it, trying to pull her off. With the other, brought her fist down on the back of the vile witch’s skull, pummeling it over and over, as many time as she had to in order to make her let go.

Nadya's head was throbbing, she could feel a lump forming where the globe had struck her, and she didn't yet know if it had broken her skin. At the very least, for better or for worse, it hadn't killed her. And it hadn't knocked her unconscious. It threw her for a loop, and maybe her higher brain functions went for a little wander, but her animal instincts still led her mouth unerringly to the meaty calf of her enemy, and she bit down like a guard dog latching onto an intruder, feeling metallic warmth in her mouth as she drew blood. She sniffed and breathed in the faint scent, feeling it open up her nostrils, and her mind, just like it might activate the hunting urges of a shark.

Nadya bit down harder, trying to dig in her teeth, her hands clutching at Anesthesia's ankles to try to keep her exactly where she was. The "doctor" clearly didn't want to comply. Her hands were on Nadya's head, one hand yanking and tearing at her black hair, as the other one started to come down on her skull, roughly around where the globe had hit her, over and over again. Nadya did everything she could to keep her jaws latched tightly onto her foe's leg, but her head was already foggy, and, with every blow, it only exacerbated what the globe strike had caused. Finally, with a loud, harsh yelp, Nadya's teeth came away from Anesthesia's calf, and she slumped down onto the floor again, head down, one hand coming up to the back of it, feeling along her scalp gently for any sign of blood.

"F-fuck...fucking ugly whore..." Nadya hissed, under her breath, mostly for her own benefit. She was going to make Anesthesia pay—make her pay for absolutely everything.

This wasn’t the first time Anesthesia had been bitten by another human being, but she could say this was the first time she’d been bitten this hard. Usually, when someone tried to bite her in a wrestling match, it was a momentary ploy, a quick way to distract and gain an advantage. She’d even used the tactic a few times that way herself.

But that wasn’t what Nadya did. She bit in the same way that an animal bit into its hapless prey, attempting to tear and maim, not caring how much blood and flesh wound up between her teeth. So primal, so ferocious, so goddamn irritating.

She threw her full fury behind the punches, and they did exactly what she’d hoped, freeing her leg from the jaws. Anesthesia hissed as the cool air stung her skin, and she looked down to see red running down her ankle, a fresh stream of blood oozing from the teeth marks. Her blood. It had been a while since she’d seen it.

”You disgusting, little…” She reached down and grabbed more of Nadya’s hair with the other hand, yanking hard and pulling her along the floor with rough tugs, forcing her along whether she wanted to go or not. She made her way to the doors and kicked them open as soon as she was close, ready to take her guest on a little tour of the facilities.

Nadya had a smear of warm blood on her chin, and that provided her near-concussed head some solace, knowing that she had made this new hated enemy bleed, knowing that Anesthesia would not soon forget what happened here tonight for the bite mark adorning her thigh. If the Russian never did anything else in her life, hurting Anesthesia in that very real, very tangible way was something she could be proud of on her way to the grave.

She wasn't done, though. She had promised to break the dumb slut of a brunette, and she was going to do it. Anesthesia whined and screeched like a fucking harpy for a couple of seconds, as Nadya's face was pressed against the floor, a hand on her own head as she felt a warm damp spot on her scalp. Not surprising, given how the globe had split in half when it impacted against her skull. Nadya felt very little about the fact that her head was bleeding. It was minor, she would survive it. She was going to destroy Anesthesia regardless of what damage the "doctor" managed to inflict upon her.

Now, Anesthesia seemed to be getting antsy, as she grabbed Nadya's lustrous black hair and yanked on it, hard, eliciting a hiss from the Russian nurse as she was forced to crawl along slightly behind Anesthesia, feeling like a dog following its mistress. Oh, the doctor had made a terrible move there, trying to make Nadya feel lowly. Compared to deplorable, shitty little scum like Anesthesia? Nadya would never allow Anesthesia to feel like she was anything more than dirt on the bottom of a shoe. Nadya swore it.

Anesthesia kicked the door open and dragged Nadya out into the hallway, evidently planning on giving her the grand tour. "Fuck! Nn! Ugly! Cunt!" Nadya hissed and spat as her hair was tugged and she was forced to crawl, hands and knees skittering across the floor as they emerged from the study. She was happy to take this fight on the road, but she preferred a self-guided tour.

And so, with one swift, decisive motion, Nadya swung an arm upward, trying to slam her fist right up between Anesthesia's legs, trying to return the cunt torture wint a brutal punch to the old woman's putrid cooch.

They came bursting out into the hallway and sent a few of Anesthesia’s assistants scattering, wisely keeping their distance from the brawl. They might not have known what was going on or what started this street fight in the middle of their facility, but they did know better than to get in Anesthesia way or to participate in any real fashion. The steaming look on her face told them that much, not to mention the steady blood drops following every step she made.

This was a private matter, despite the fact that it was happening where all could see. Best not to get involved, lest they get swept away with it.

Anesthesia gripped tighter and tighter as she dragged Nadya through the sterile halls, needing a strong hold to keep her held with all the blood making her slick. She ignored the steady stream of curses that were coming from Nadya’s lips, growing numb to all of those insults at this point. If Nadya thought she could hurt her feelings with the curses, she was going to be sorely disappointed.

In hindsight, Anesthesia should’ve seen what happened next coming from far off. She’d already established that this was a fight, a brawl void of any rules or semblance of decency, and it was only a matter of time before the Russian took full advantage of that. Nonetheless, the thought hadn’t crossed her mind, and she left her defenses - and, more regrettably, her legs - wide open.

Anesthesia’s horrid cry tore through her throat, and she let go of Nadya right away, falling to her knees and cradling her smashed crotch. She tried to stand up a second later, only to fall down again right after, hissing as she stumbled forward.

Nadya half expected all those squirrely little henchgirls to jump her as soon as she and Anesthesia slammed through that door—beat her, maybe gangbang her, then drag her off to some dungeon to be strung up and experimented on. It certainly would be fitting to the setting of this brawl. But for everything she thought about Anesthesia, highlighted by her hatred of that hideous face and her fury at the woman's mind-numbing simplicity, she did not think the woman was a coward. Delusional, yes. But those delusions seemed to have convinced her that she could take Nadya on and come away hardly the worse for the wear. Whatever that was, it certainly wasn't cowardly. Nadya had to give her that much.

So those assistants knew to stay back, though there wasn't a single one of them who wasn't staring slack-jawed at the nude women trying to beat each other to a pulp on the cold tile floor. They followed at a safe distance as Anesthesia dragged Nadya by the hair through the corridors, and weren't they lucky they did? Because they got quite a spectacular sight: the sight of their boss in complete, raging agony as Nadya's fist utterly obliterated her stinking cunt. There were gasps as Anesthesia collapsed onto her knees beside Nadya, writhing and trying to get up to her feet, but to no avail. The Russian did not waste time once her opponent was fallen.

Nadya leaped forward, her naked body smacking into Anesthesia's back, breasts pressing into her shoulders, her own aching crotch shoving up against the woman's ass. Nadya gripped at her opponent's flank with one hand, trying to keep her in her clutches, while her other hand went to Anesthesia's head, entangling her fingers in that sleek brown hair. She thought about what to say to her enemy...

...and ultimately, she decided to speak only with her actions. That hand wrapped in Anesthesia's hair suddenly swung to the side, trying to push Anesthesia's head along—trying to slam her face right into the wall they were fighting beside, trying to destroy her hideous features with a liberal application of force!

The low-blow, a mainstay of Anesthesia’s own arsenal. She’d delivered more than a handful of them in her career, favoring it as a way to turn the tide in her favor when things turned south and the referee wasn’t looking. The way she saw it, any move was legal so long as the referee hadn’t seen it. With no referee and no rules to speak of, this was a rare chance for Anesthesia to cut loose.

The main problem being, of course, that Nadya also had no such qualms. When this was over, good or ill, Anesthesia would have to look more into what had actually happened to her with that time in prison, because she’d seemingly come out a more formidable woman because of it.

There was no time wasted between her crotch attack and the assault that followed up after it - Nadya moved like she’d been through this fight before and had memorized the steps. Anesthesia croaked when she felt that firm, ferocious body on her back, pushing her forward, driving her hard into the nearest wall and slamming her face into it.

It was drywall - thankfully - but getting her face slammed into it at ramming speed was still far from pleasant, and she hit with enough force to leave her dizzy. She still had enough presence of mind to realize the dire straits she was in, however, and she tried to fight her way out by throwing a hard elbow behind her, hoping to hit Nadya in the gut and knock her back a few crucial steps.

No rules, no mercy. They had both agreed to that, and as much animosity as there was swirling around the two nude brawlers they both seemed to have a very good sense of what that meant. Earlier thoughts about rounds and incremental victory rewards and elaborate setups had given way to the sort of brawl which had already seen both women:

1. Draw blood, Nadya from Anesthesia's calf, via that bite, and Anesthesia from Nadya's head by virtue of dropping a fucking globe and its metal base down on top of her,

2. Crush their opponent's cunt with pure blunt force trauma.

The tactics were not going to get cleaner from here. Nadya truly did not have anything to lose, and she went after Anesthesia like a wild woman, grabbing her head and slamming it into the wall, sure that she saw a dent in the drywall where that ugly face had collided with it. She was going to do it again, try to break through the wall and shove Anesthesia further in until she was stuck. Before she could, the "doctor" drove a hard elbow into her gut, forcing a hacking cough out of Nadya as she fell back, sliding on her knees across the tiled floor.

With an angry growl she stood up, that elbow having slowed her down...and that was all. She reached down with both hands, each one grabbing onto one of Anesthesia's ankles. Nadya would lift her enemy's legs up, hooking her arms around them to keep them nice and secure as she would continue their little walk around the complex, this time on her own terms. Anesthesia wanted to pull her by her hair, make her crawl? Nadya would drag Anesthesia along upside-down, and let her mop the dirty floor with her disgusting set of tits.

Nadya dragged her down to the next intersection, then paused as she took a moment to decide which way to go. She couldn't have Anesthesia trying to take advantage of such a moment, however, so Nadya would aim to keep the "doctor" under control with a sudden and swift kick to her crotch, aiming to cause her even more genital trauma!

Somewhere in the back of Anesthesia’s mind, in a calm, rational place, she realized the futility of this. It was already clear that Nadya wouldn’t join her grander plans, than the woman despised her - along with every other living thing she came across - and if there was anything she could do to change that, it certainly wouldn’t involve bashing her around the building in some sort of vulgar street fight. Nothing to be gained. Nothing to be lost. Meaningless.

Save for the enjoyment, perhaps. Because Anesthesia was looking forward to making this vile woman pay for each every indignity that was heaped on her.

That would have to wait, of course, until she could get back in control of things, and there was little chance of that happening at the moment. That elbow had earned her a moment’s reprieve, but she needed another moment after that to stand again, and Nadya wasn’t giving it away. The next thing the Dark Nightingale knew, she was being dragged along the floor on her stomach, leaving a thin trail of sweat in her wake, staining the pristine hallway

The came to a halt at the intersection, where Nadya, not knowing where to go, clearly needed a second or two to gather her bearings. It was a brief respite, one that Anesthesia could have used...if her opponent hadn’t had the foresight to cut her off with a well-timed cunt punt.

She cried out at the blow, cursing under her breath as new pain joined what had been festering before, making it all the worse.

For the moment, that was all she could do - curse and writhe about, thinking up a multitude of obscenities. She just had to endure for now, wait for her time, prepare for the opportunity to strike back.

It would come…

Nadya had her hideous foe completely under her power now, and the Russian had trouble deciding what to do with the wealth of possibilities which had opened up before her. She was not going to make the mistake of those wussy little shits who she used to watch fight in the ring. The instant she realized she needed a moment to think, her bare foot went right back to that bare, vulnerable, pathetic pussy, smashing down into it again and eliciting another pained cry from the mentally-deficient "doctor's" mouth.

Fuck, it was satisfying to hear her scream like that. Nadya wanted to hear the agony in her enemy's voice as she was hurt more and more, until she was broken and thrown away in the trash like an old children's toy.

Nadya's eyes glanced at the audience they had following them at some distance. They were all obviously whores, and the dumbest of the dumb, at that, but she didn't check out their figures or ask them for their opinions. She watched their eyes. And as soon as she saw two or three of them glance in one direction, that was the hallway she took. Instinctively, they would wonder if Nadya was dragging Anesthesia to someplace important, and they would look that way. Nadya knew enough psychology to figure that out, and she began dragging Anesthesia down the corridor branching off to the right of the intersection, letting her breasts smear all of that disgusting, putrid sweat all over the tiled floor as they moved.

"Fucking stinking cunt," Nadya murmured, mostly just for her own benefit, as she paused a hundred feet down to give Anesthesia's womanhood another vicious kick, just to keep her docile. "Mentally deficient whore..." She kept her eyes out for anything interesting as she kept moving. Actually, she wondered if she was moving in the right direction to find Helen and that room she had been preparing for them...