It’s taken Lori a couple weeks to recover from the savage
beating she received at the hands of Liz in a bedroom fight and she is looking
to get revenge. I get a message from her
telling me she has challenged the veteran brawler to a rematch at The Junior
Fight Ring, so I make my way over there to watch the fight, though I have to
admit I worry Lori isn’t really much of a match for Liz.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…IN THIS CORNER…IN THE YELLOW PANTIES AND
STRIPED TIGHTS….LIZ!!!”
The crowd cheers loudly.
Liz is a notorious fighter and is a lesbian who gets extreme pleasure
from beating her opponents into pulps and then sexually molests them in front
of the crowds. She also has a large harem of slave girls she
has captured in death matches. In spite
of her sexual orientation, she does like fucking me in front of her destroyed
opponents on occasion as well, especially if she knows the girl is particularly
fond of me (as is Lori)
“LIZ IS 21 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 112 WINS, 34 LOSSES AND 5 KILLS!!!”
Liz stands upright in her corner, hands on her hips while
the crowd chants her name enthusiastically.
“LIZ! LIZ! LIZ! LIZ! LIZ! LIZ!”
“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LAVENDER PANTIES AND
BALLET SLIPPERS OVER WHITE TIGHTS….LORI THE FIGHTING BALLERINA!!!”
A few cheers ring out over the mostly negative crowd
response the red headed dancer gets as she approaches the ring. She’s had a hard road earning the respect of
the fans, but clearly she has a few admirers out there. She quickly moves down the aisle and leaps
into the ring with grace and style. She takes
her place in the opposite corner from her foe and demonstrates her incredible
agility as she stretches her legs high above her head in preparation for the
match.
“LORI IS 23 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 1 WIN and 0 LOSSES!”
Having only been in one pro fight thus far, Lori’s record is
still perfect, though I fear that is probably about to change.
DING!
DING! DING!
Liz and Lori leave their corners and slowly approach each
other in the center of the ring. The
crowd silences as the two fighters stand toe to toe, breast to breast, and
glare into each other’s eyes. Liz has a
couple inches on the little ballerina, but Lori shows no fear.
CRACK!!! She slaps
Liz in the face.
CRACK! Liz slaps her
back and then they grab each other by the hair.
“UNGH!!!”
“GRRRRRR!!!!”
“HSSSSSS!!!”
“AH!!!”
Their bodies stagger around the ring, occasionally pressing
into each other as they tug and tear at each other’s pony tails. I have to say Lori seems to be holding her own
so far against the veteran brawler.
THUD!!! Suddenly Liz gives Lori a knee bump to the crotch
and the dancer is sent stumbling back.
CRACK!! She follow it up immediately with a vicious face
slap and Lori is flying into the ropes.
She bounces off and Lori is there to catch her in a tight bear hug.
“UNGH!!!!” Lori
grunts and the two fighters drop to their knees and then over to their side in
a violent grappling fight. The crowd is
getting worked up as the two young women wrestle all over the small squared
circle. The intense struggle goes back
and forth and suddenly Liz has Lori in a headlock, choking her out from behind. I see her purple ballet slippers slide about
the canvas as she struggles to get free. Her face is turning pink. Lori is in trouble. Liz gives her a couple light face slaps,
trying to keep her conscious while at the same time squeezing her out.
“Come on! Come on
bitch! I wanna FIGHT!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Lori kicks her feet and spits out a fine spray of bloody
spittle. She is going under. Suddenly though she reaches up and manages to
get a hold of Liz’s ponytail, yanking it hard.
“AHHHH YOU BITCH!”
Liz shouts, then starts to stand up, dragging the dead weight of Lori’s
almost completely limp body with her.
“OOooohhhhh…” Lori
moans in fear and pain as she is drug up to her feet. Liz walks her across the ring and slams her
face into the turnbuckle.
THAP!!!! The ring shapes from the impact. The ballerina shudders and would certainly
slip limply to the ground but Liz continues to hold her up, then walks her down
the rope to the next turnbuckle.
THAP!!!
Liz walks her down the rope to the next turnbuckle.
THAP!!! A bigger
blood stain is left on each of the top turnbuckle pads as the little dancer’s
face is savagely rammed into them. Liz pauses for a minute, then starts hauling the hapless ballerina down to the
fourth turnbuckle. She pulls her head
back…
THAP!!! Again the
ring shakes from the force of Lori’s face hitting the turnbuckle. Liz releases her hold and Lori topples backward
and hits the canvas, her body bouncing once before splaying out limply across
the canvas. She is out cold. Liz grabs her victim by the feet and drags
her to the center of the ring before letting her legs flop to the canvas with a
dull thud.
“LIZ! LIZ! LIZ! LIZ! LIZ! LIZ!” The crowd chants in unison as the lesbian
brawler menacingly circles her prey.
After on full rotation she crouches down over the dancer’s bloody and
mangled face. She holds her open palm
right over one of Lori’s bruised cheeks, pauses for a second, then…
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
For several seconds Liz lightly slaps the unconscious girl
in the face, trying to rouse her.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
I find myself hoping the warning bell will be rung, but Liz
is an expert torturer and knows just how much to pull her punches and slaps to
drag a fight out as long as she can.
“GASP!!!” Suddenly
Lori’s eyes pop open and she sucks in a deep breath as she wakes back up into
the brutal beating. Liz ceases her attack and stands over her, threatening her
with a poised foot right over her boobs.
“Come on! I want to humiliate
you in front of your boyfriend!”
THUD!!! Liz gives her a stomp to the left breast.
“GAK!!!” Lori spits
up a blob of bloody spittle and turns over onto her belly. She starts trying to squirm away. Liz quickly plops down onto her back and puts
her arm around Lori’s throat. Lori’s legs squirm around the canvas, her eyes
widen and her face turns red as Liz applies pressure to her throat. Suddenly she relaxes her grip and lets Lori
cough and gasp for a few seconds before re applying the hold. She
repeats this process a couple times until Lori goes completely limp face down
in a puddle of her own blood. Suddenly
Liz turns her attention on me and pulls the ballerina’s face up by the ponytail
so I can see the damage she has done.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Several times Liz gives Lori a couple slaps until once again the poor
little fighting ballerina wakes up once more with a cough of fresh blood and a
low moan of terror and agony.
“HEY ISHMAEL BABY!
YOU GONNA FUCK ME HARD AFTER I FINISH THIS LITTLE SLUT OFF FOR YOU?!?” She calls out to me. I see Lori grimace and actually make another
feeble attempt to break free, but Liz suddenly rears up, pulling Lori’s face up
off the canvas by the ponytail…
SPLAT!!! And she slams her face back down into the canvas as
hard as she can. Lori’s legs and arms stiffen
and go limp, spread out across the canvas.
Liz quickly stands and places her foot on the back of the dancer’s
head. The “fight” is over.
DING!
DING! DING!
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER……LIZ!!!”
The crowd explodes into cheers for the lesbian brawler.
“LIZ! LIZ! LIZ! LIZ! LIZ!”
They chant enthusiastically as I dutifully climb into the ring. Liz grabs the front of my pants and pulls me
in close, pressing her hardened nipples against me as she holds her foot down
on the back of Lori’s head. She kisses
me passionately, grinding her crotch against mine. Even though she is a lesbian, she gets
EXTREME sexual pleasure from fucking another woman’s man, and we are off to the
Trophy Room to celebrate her easy victory.
I cast a sad glance
down at the defeated ballerina laying face down on the canvas and hope she
picks better opponents from now on. In the meantime she is going to be in the hospital
for a few days.
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