Dead Estate: Boxing Bonus Round (Patreon)

I've been enjoying Dead Estate for a while now! Fun little shootemup steam game, probably best known for its titty witch character Cordelia. Big boobs and blind bangs, PLUS the deep lore/creators tell us that she's dating the muscular masked wrestler lady so that just had me screaming internally for a while.

I might make a series of this, with Cord resting out the various female characters. The game is OVERTLY horny, so I don't think the creators mind in the least that I'd be writing stuff like this. I'd been wanting to write something on these lines for a while before an rp sparked writing it out as a story/series.

Well, tonight was about as much of a “couldn’t get any worse” than Jules could possibly remember. She had been running through the haunted mansion, gunning down zombies and weird blood clot monsters for a bit now, but this floor was different. The strange witch who seemed to live here came up to her, going on about something like “testing if she's ready.”

Jules wasnt really listening to half of it and just sort of idly nodded. She probably should have listened more carefully but she was quickly whisked off on Cordelia's broom. They landed in an unknown part of the estate that looked like some kinda home gym; some machines, weights, and in the center was…a wrestling ring? Or maybe it was boxing…she couldn't really tell from whatever nuances showed the difference. What she could tell however is it seemed Cordelia had poofed her usual outfit away. The same magic to let her change outfits so quickly, she figured. She found her clothes replaced by a skimpy top and tight-fitting shorts under a bright pink robe. Her hands were wrapped up in boxing gloves, going surprisingly well with the college dropout’s already athletic build. The tan girl was skinny with dark purple hair tied back in a ponytail, but her slender build had some clear definition from her light fitness routine. It was what kept her fast enough to dodge and smash every monster she’d run into so far.

The makeover was all so confusing already, and the flighty witch was nowhere to be seen.

The lights outside the ring went pitch black, even casting a shadow over the opposite corner from Jules. A spotlight came back on to show the resident witch Cordelia standing in a dark blue and purple robe. It hid most of her body, but there was no hiding the outline of her ridiculous body type. Her amazingly curvy hourglass figure pushed out at the chest and hips while running slender in the middle, her big breasts pushing out past the otherwise concealing robe. She tossed her head, flicking her long, blue bangs and sliding the hood of her robe off before shrugging her shoulders.

The robe fell off to reveal her pale, massive tits barely covered in a tiny sports top, jiggling like they were dying to get out but were magically held in place over her nipples. A similarly revealing pair of boxers that were practically panties were wedged between her thick thighs and ass cheeks. She crossed one leg in front of the other, raising her gloved hands. The black gloves even had two tiny nubs on each one's wrist, which with some squinting Jules thought they looked like two little cauldrons. A shiny gold title belt was wrapped around her waist like she was some kind of pro wrestling champ.

"Annnnnd in this corner~!" she boasted in her sultry but musical voice.

"The wicked witch of the ring! The vendor contender! The Mansion-wide boxing championnn~! It's Cordeliaaaa the Clobberer!"

Unseen voices cheered and clapped in the shadows around the ring. The busty witch removed her belt and held it up in her gloved hands, prancing around to let her massive melons flop around unheeded by her arms. Her broomstick flew in to pick it up for her as she thumped her gloves together.

"Now let's have some fun, cutie~!" she chimed as a ring bell rang.

Over her head, a neon sign dropped down showing "Floor ???: The Ringu!"

Jules just looked… dumbfounded. The mansion had been bizarre with its impossible architectures, monsters, and magical candy and toys that gave her powers, but was this really what she just agreed to?

A spotlight appeared over Jules as well, making her look around frantically, she realized she didn’t have some fancy shmancy way of announcing herself.

“And uh… hey. I’m Jules. We got a flat tire and I killed a bunch of zombies trying to escape here… ah, fuck. You know that already!”

Jules shook off her robe to reveal her own form. Definitely not as ”extreme” as the witch, in that her tits weren’t popping to the breaking point of her pink top. Her gloves matched her pink outfit, while her boots were basically just boxing versions of the brown boots she usually wore.

She shook off the weirdness of this whole thing, but she felt the need to ask.

“So like…you brought me here to fight…you?”

She wasn’t the brightest this gal, and maybe that was why she’d dropped out of college, but it felt obvious enough. When Cordelia nodded, the athletic girl headed to the center to meet with the taller witch.

"Consider it a bonus level, sweetie," Cordelia chuckled as she stepped out.

Her gloves rested on her thick hips as her tits thrust out to their ridiculous, flaunting size. Jules fought back a grimace as her tan cheeks blushed.

"You want those senses sharp, and you could probably use a breather after all that gunslinging, so why not go a few rounds with something a little softer than a monster. And prettier, if I say so myself! Not that it's been that high a bar around here~!"

Cordelia laughed with the back of her glove playfully and haughtily raised to her face as her boobs bounced around even more. The witch snapped her arms out in front of her quickly, bopping them on top of Jules' before hopping back a pace. With her gloves up steadily, she took on a surprisingly well-trained looking style for a spellcasting item vendor. She gave a cute little "bring it" motion towards Jules, as if the closest thing to winking that she could do with her blinding bangs in the way.

Jules took surprisingly well to that answer. Maybe she was just interested in actually punching things for sport rather than running around with a shotgun fighting for her life. Either way, after getting her gloves tapped, she flashed a smirk of her own.

“Uhh yeah. Okay. Fair enough. I just hope you’re ready to be my new speedbag. Or like, speedbags by the look of you.”

Jules chuckled at her own joke, eyeballing the tempting targets bouncing on her opponent’s chest. The bell magically rung from somewhere overhead, cueing the action girl to step right on in, accepting Cory’s little “bring it” gesture.

Jules was a quick girl and her high Agility showed right away. Cordelia had to lean far back to avoid a pair of swift headshots, then had to raise a glove to block the other. Jules squatted in low, dodging an attempted counter by the witch and following up with a hard hook to the gut got her to huff hard. Jules had dabbled in some sports throughout her education, and much like her gunfights with the zombies, she hit hard and fast.

Jules’ power punch hit the center of Cordelia’s hourglass figure, making her double over in surprise. A small spray of spittle left her pouty, blue-painted lips and her bouncing boobs bobbd up before they hung low, dangling around like udders as she bent over. She gave a short moan but stood back up suddenly, throwing a swift, hard uppercut aimed for Jules' jaw.

Jules just barely managed to sidestep that blue streaked upper, showing her speedy reflexes once again. The glove just barely skidded past her cheek, leaving a harmless red graze as her eyes widened. Jules’ confident look returned to her face.

“Ha! Nice try!” she snickered before stepping in with a hard straight. It smushed one of Cordelia’s breasts right into her chest, followed by another to its double.

"OH! OHH!" Cordelia let out a shrill moan as the punches connected.

Her jugs wobbled from side to side as they tried to settle back from the blows. Her pouty lips formed a matching O-shape as her gloved arms cupped her chest. Cordelia’s fists could hit harder but seemed slower than the younger woman who was running circles around her heavier hits, rendering her strength and stamina advantage useless. The battered witch was left hugging her tits in pain, which left her stomach wide open as the leathery smacking sound repeated. Jules bashed her pale belly over and over, hammering away at Cordelia until the overly curvy witch was driven back against the ropes. The roar of phantasmal fans rang out as their champ was pummeled across the ring.

“Psh! Yeah, this is a bonus alright. This’ the most fun I’ve had since I got here!” Jules laughed.

The braggy dropout continued to taunt her now that Corry was stuck on the ropes. She would be treated to more of those pink power shots, two hooks to either side of her jugs that were leaving briefly red imprints on her pale skin.

Cordelia's tits swung left and right, her mouth agape from the booby beating. She leaned back with her arms draped over the top ropes, looking more like a sexy scarecrow than a sorceress.

“That belt’s gonna look a lot better on me anyway. Maybe even gimme a nice stat boost…” Jules scoffed.

Jules went to finish her off with a hard and heavy combo on the sweaty witch. She drove a deep, gut busting uppercut to Cordelia’s belly that lifted her off the ground. She even floated above the mats on her way down before Jules landed a powerful cross that smashed the blue-haired babe’s face.

Cord spun almost completely around before she dropped and hit the mats with a huge roar of cheers. Her blue lipstick smeared on the ring mats as she groaned dizzily. She pushed herself up sluggishly, but she was up by the chanted count of 5. Jules was feeling good after making Cord kiss the canvas, seemingly literally, as she raised her arms to the cheers of the crowd before finally turning to face the champ witch.

"So you're not the little marshmallow bunny I took you for," Cordelia mused, tossing her hair and flashing her veiled, gleaming eyes for an instant.

"Then I think you're ready for the big guns."

“Whatever, you’re still going dow-“ the snarky action girl started.

Cord suddenly vanished in a small puff of smoke, vaguely explaining how she changed locations so fast throughout the dangerous mansion. She reappeared in front of Jules and feinted a swing at her face with a playful little "Boo!"

When the brunette went to block her head, Cordelia swung low with her free hand to blast her with a heavy uppercut to her tanned abs.

It seemed like Cord was messing with her by her playful teasing, but the punch knocked her right off her feet. Jule reacted with a cartoonish spittake, spraying saliva over Cordelia’s tits as she dropped right to her knees. The blue glove sank deep into her abs some as all the wind got knocked out of the glass cannon’s sails The crowd roared for the champ as she took control back from the challenger.

With Jules' saliva cooling on her cleavage, Cordelia smiled widely at her. The purple-haired girl staggered back to her feet but her stamina was clearly not on the same level as the champ’s. She was used to dodging hits rather than taking them, and the single gut punch took a lot out of her.

Cordelia shot a few short, quick hooks to batter the stunned dropout's face, pummeling it back and forth until she was slumping dizzily into her pillowy tits for relief. Jules groaned and drooled, faintly feeling her head wobble around along with their jiggling.

"Come on, sweetie. What was that about my punching bags?" Cord cooed.

She cupped and bounced her boobs flashily beneath her dizzied foe’s face. She then turned  her shoulders away and then back again to tit-slap the slumping challenger HARD.

They slammed into Jules’ cheek to knock her back onto her feet. Jules teetered over backwards, landing on her back and staring up dizzily at the ring lights

The countdown went on and it looked like it might be the end for the fragile fireball of a challenger. Cordelia stepped over to her and with a gesture of her gloved hand, Jules levitated off the mats. A glowing blue aura surrounded her that floated her up and forced her back to her feet.

"And she's back in the game, folks! What a trooper~!" Cordelia praised her unwilling participation showily.

She paraded around a bit, raising her arms and shaking her hips and chest around like a ring girl.

"Round 2! Fight!" she chimed playfully before turning right back to Jules.

Jules was trying to get her head back into the game, still seeing stars as her eyes spiraled in their sockets. She put up her gloves drunkenly, trying to recover  after that embarrassing knockdown. This time she didn't even use her gloves and kneed her right between the legs with the force of one of the monstrous Chunk's punches. It turned out her incredibly thick thighs packed a lot of punch behind that softness.

The dropout’s eyes widened before falling to her knees, trying to rub the pain out of her crotch. Her gloved hands didn’t do a great job of it, leaving her to crumble forward and rest her head on those pillowy, barely covered thighs

"Well aren't you lucky to be stuck down there?" Cordelia purred playfully.

She was bouncing back wonderfully from her early knockdown, much better than her more lightweight opponent could have.

"Or are you~?"

Cordelia turned away and parted her legs just enough to let Jules' head fall between them. She closed them once again, trapping the punched silly challenger in a standing head scissor. The squeezing thighs were enough on their own to choke her, leaving Jules’ head poking out just below her crotch.

The sultry witch wasn’t done and let loose with a series of heavy hooks raining down on Jules' trapped and helpless face.  Jules was suddenly at a loss for air as her cheeks went a bright red from blush, gasping and trying feebly to pull them thighs off. The black gloves raining in only continued to hurt her as she was left rather punch drunk, drooling down Cordelia’s legs by the end of her barrage.

"The champ has got her now! Looks like our challenger's not so tough without her precious little shotgun!" Cordelia taunted cheerily as she beat the brains out of the dropout.

The self-proclaimed champ finally relented and stepped back, letting Jules fall flat on the mats. When all she could do was drool and blink, the bell rang out again.

"KO!" a dramatic voice shouted. "WINNER!"

Cordelia smiled wide and blew kisses to the shadowy crowd. She gave a lazy gesture and Jules floated up again, barely conscious as she was draped in a corner held up by the ropes.

"You know, you were right about one thing... I could use a new punching bag to keep me company... my sweet Fuji hasn't come to visit in a while to keep me in practice either," Cordelia giggled.

She sent a few hard shots to Jules' chest, flattening her shapely but smaller breasts for her own amusement. Jules was too far out of it to stop her, and was left moaning like a bitch in heat as her hard nipples and tender tits was smacked around.

Cord only stopped to plant a kiss on one of her gloves, marking it with her thick blue lipstick before clocking Jules across the face. The blow left the smooch mark on her cheek, blending nicely along with the would-be bruise. Jules’ head just slumped along with it, eyes rolling and panting like she was paralyzed under the witch’s spell by her branding punches.

"Poor little thing. Still wishing  you had some punching bags of your own?" Cordelia teased, cupping and jiggling her own breasts.

"Well my magic can't help with your mosquito bites, but I can help you get a fat lip!"

She raised both gloves in front of her, rotating them over each other in a loop like a water wheel that pummeled Jules' head in a non-stop mocking barrage. She laughed cheerily as she worked her dumbstruck face like her own speedbag.

Once she seemed satisfied, Cory leaned in closer to her. Her big breasts crushed Jules into the corner as she locked lips with her, kissing her deeply and moaning as her lipstick marked her fallen opponent's mouth. The fight had gotten her excited after living alone in the manor for so long, so she slid her tongue probed into her mouth.

Even then, Cord snuck in the occasional low punch to her stomach or ground her glove roughly against her crotch. Jules felt herself being mocked, but she couldn't exactly speak up with how much the witch was in control of the match and her body.

Jules’ eyes shot open before starting to dim, moaning in both pain and pleasure. Cord gave her plenty of both as she pummeled her tummy and harshly rubbed her off with her gloved hands exploring the cornered and knocked out dropout’s body.

Cordelia gave a shuddering moan as she punched Jules especially hard in the crotch. She drew back, a string of saliva running between the girls’ mouths. Cord’s thick legs crossed briefly, parting again with a damp, orgasmic stain visible on her relatively tiny trunks.

"Mmm, now THAT'S a bonus," she sighed lustily to herself.

“Maybe you're not ready for the last few floors after all... you're no Fuji, that's for sure."

All the fighting had her missing her muscular girlfriend. She’d need to call her over for a visit sometime soon…

She smiled softly and planted a few kisses along Jules’ battered body. It left a random trail of lipstick marks in her wake, marking her like she was her property after the aggressively sensual match. She leaned closer to mash her breasts into Jules' dumbstruck face, smothering her in between her tits to put her out for good.

"Maybe I'll keep you here for a few more practice rounds," she purred, stroking her cheek with the thick leather glove.

Jules just slumped there groaning, little more than a punching bag for the seemingly sadistic witch champ. She barely resisted from the warm, sweaty smother, her eyes fluttering dreamily as she started to fade out of consciousness again. She gave a low, horny moan of her own as her spasming body ground against Cordelia’s pinning body. Her hips rubbed unconsciously on one of her pale, thick thighs that had been choking her earlier, and it was all she needed. She orgasmed submissively over the champ’s leg, letting her feel the warm gush of her pussy juices before she completely ragdolled against her. Jules’ eyes rolled back into her head, passed out between the orgasmic rush, the pain in her body and the lack of air between her boobs.

Cordelia backed off a few steps, slipping aside to let Jules fall flat on the mat. She let her stay down for a full 10-count for her own amusement before her broom flew back to her, the belt draped across its front. She plucked it off her trusty mount and held it triumphantly over her head.

The bell rang again to celebrate her win, music to the witch's ears. She put on her belt before sitting her juicy ass on Jules' face, posing for the unseen audience as she flexed her rather soft and slender-looking arms with a pouty expression of confidence.

It was true that Jules DID know her way around a gun from what she'd seen of her progress in the manor... but maybe she SHOULD keep her around to toughen her up a bit longer. Or perhaps she or Fuji should take it from there. After all, she had read her father's research. The dark queen that dwelled in the realms beyond seemed quite fond of boxing herself, after all, and it would take someone plenty powerful to stop her.