The feel of Beth’s boob being crushed in your hand fills you
with excitement that tingles all the way down to your loins. You can feel her agony emanating off her body
and the excitement intensifies. You are
going to kill this bitch! YOU ARE GOING
TO WIN THIS FIGHT! You squeeze harder,
twisting the flesh savagely left and right.
“AAAAAIIIIII!!!!!”
Beth shrieks. You are so focused
on the titty torture you don’t notice her hand reaching down over your belly,
then suddenly she darts her hand quickly into the inside of your panties, curls
her claws, and gives you a NASTY upwards crotch rake.
“EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”
You let out a high-pitched screech of agony as you are instantly relieved
of most of your pubic hair. You
instantly let go of your opponent and reach down with both hands to protect
your ravaged pussy, stumbling forward you almost pitch face first to the
canvas, but manage to stagger into the ropes instead, which you relax into,
letting them support your weight. You
are quivering with sheer intense stinging pain and shock. Beth ripped you BADLY. You
suddenly remember you’re in a fight for your life and give a panicky glance
up. To your relief, your foe is on her
knees, massaging her boob which is streaming blood. This gives you a moment’s pleasure but then
stinging pain racks your womanhood again and you wince and cringe, clinging to
the top rope.
Your legs go rubbery and you start to lower yourself to your
knees, thinking you might now have a few moments to catch your breath. Just before you reach the canvas you notice
Beth is up! She’s moving towards you! She’s got you by the ponytail! Your scalp roars with pain as you are
brutally yanked to your feet by the hair.
“YOU’RE DEAD!” Beth exclaims
and RUNS you across the ring.
You see the turnbuckle coming towards your face FAST. You remember suddenly that they are filled
with sand here, not padding. You get a
brief flash of all the times you’ve delighted in smashing an opponent’s face
into one of them and then.
PLUD!
Surprisingly there’s not so much pain as a dull plodding numbness,
actually drowning out the pain you were already feeling. Time seems to stretch out. You can hear the crowd chanting, almost in
slow motion…
“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!”
And then you see the turnbuckle coming again. It’s covered in blood now. Is that your blood? You
can’t figure it out.
PLUD!!
Darkness. Then you
feel your hair being tugged again. Air
rushing past the back of your head, then into your face. You manage to split your eyes open a sliver. Enough to see the turnbuckle coming again.
PLUD!!!
Harmony flops onto her back with a heavy thud that gives the
ring a little shake. She lies completely
spread eagled, her legs and arms occasionally giving a little reflexive
jerk. Beth circles her slowly and deliberately,
regarding her with intense hatred. Her
boob is still pink and swollen, streaming blood, but she seems to have
forgotten the pain. The arena is oddly silent in between one word, being boomed
over and over by the women in the stands, in perfect unison like a steady drum
beat.
“KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!”
The only reason they know Harmony isn’t dead already is the
kill bell has not yet been rung. Three
loud clangs and then the Executioner will announce the winner.
Beth casually scoops up one of Harmony’s feet and drags her
to the dead center of the ring. She
drops the foot.
THUD! Harmony
twitches a couple more times as Beth stoops over her.
CRACK!
CRACK!
IN addition to the darkness there is now a sharp stinging
sensation in your face.
CRACK! You become
aware of your entire body again and the searing pain racking almost every part
of it.
CRACK!! You open your
eyes. Beth is hovering over you with her open palm poised.
Your heart skips a beat as you realize in horror you are not
yet dead. That is still to come. You piss yourself and whimper in terror. Beth slaps you again.
CRACK!
You are pulled up to a sitting position and your mind runs
through all the possible ways she is going to finish you. You open your mouth to beg for mercy, but
immediately feel strong legs wrap around your neck. You feel the butt of your panties grow warm
as you shit yourself in fear. You can feel Beth’s ominous weight behind you
back. A hand is on your chin, and you feel a tug on your ponytail, then one
last sharp AGONIZING…
CRACK!!!
DING!
DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER…WITH HER 100TH KILL…..BETH!”
With that Beth releases Harmony’s ponytail and her body
collapses to the canvas, completely limp and spread akimbo. Beth raises a foot and drops it heavily on
her belly, getting one last reflexive death twitch. Harmony has not just pissed herself, she shit
herself in death as well; a VERY undignified
ending. Beth will hang the stained
panties on the wall as they are. Eventually
the smell will disappear, but the trophy will remain as a testament of Beth’s superiority
over Harmony for a long time to come.
THE END
No comments:
Post a Comment