Rachel's Gauntlet Part II

Rachel was panting hard. Her face was flushed and she looked to be a bit dizzy from the first five minutes of her ordeal. Her adrenaline must have been coursing through her veins. As Krystal was climbing through the middle ropes, she looked at the crowd; right at me it seemed and shouted, “In case you missed it, I ruptured his balls, fuckers!” Then, she grabbed onto the middle rope and shook it hard up and down, just as Krystal had one leg over. The rope snapped up between her legs, forcing her off the ground as the rope cut into her crotch. “Ohhhh,” she squealed as she fell into the ring.

Krystal was a rock hard bundle of female dynamite; light brown hair tied in a ponytail, like Rachel’s. She was a bit shorter. At 5’3” and a bit stockier in the thighs which were cut as was her six pack set of abs, she had tan skin and big brown eyes. Her obviously fake 34D tits stood out like two missile heads through her black tank top which was ripped at the bottom about two inches below those tempting targets. She was cupping her crotch on the floor through her pair of boy shorts. Her balance was hampered by a seemingly poor choice of six inch pumps.

Rachel was on a roll and she knew it. She didn’t have the time to let her opponent’s tire before she made her attack. This fight prompted her to keep up the offensive. She only hoped she had the stamina to have each five minutes go like the last. Her hands were cramped up a bit from the strain they were under just a couple minutes before while crushing Rage’s left ball. Still, it gave her an unbelievable high that with her own bare hands she had destroyed his manhood (or at least half) for all time.

Back to the business at hand, she could not let herself get distracted. Her future opponents were aghast at the events unfolding before their eyes and she glanced each one for only a moment and could see the fear mixed with hatred in their eyes; they were literally chomping at the bit to get their hands on her and cheering on Krystal to “get the fuck up!”

Rachel knew better than anyone in the club though, that it didn’t matter how ripped you were or how many squat thrusts you could do in 30 seconds, when you got hit hard and low, you were going down. Just like Rage, she intended Krystal to stay down. As Krystal began to use the ropes with one hand to get back to her feet (her other caressing her muff), Rachel rushed in and snapped her boot hard straight onto her right tit, mashing it against her chest and sending her back into the ropes hard.

“Aahhhhhhh!” Krystal cried out and moved her hand from between her thigh up to her wounded mammary. She was still halfway standing and Rachel grabbed her by her ponytail, pulled her away from the ropes, swung her around twice and threw her into the corner where she slammed tits first into the hard turnbuckle. Her legs buckled as she stayed standing in the corner trying to recapture the wind that Rachel had just knocked from her lungs. Rachel wasted no time purposefully walking towards her prey. Krystal could hear her coming and began to turn around, but was way too late as Rachel shoved her back, slamming her tits into the turnbuckle again, then following up with a solid kidney punch.

“Owww,” moaned Krystal as she leaned to one side. I could see her face screw up with anger and determination for the first time as she righted herself and then launched her right leg backward in a snapping mule kick up between Rachel’s spread open legs.

“OOHHHHH!” The hard wooden heel of Krystal’s stiletto nailed both her lips and clit, smashing them into her pubic bone. For her stature, Krystal was quite a powerful woman and this stopped Rachel in her tracks as she cupped her pussy and crouched over slightly. Krystal pivoted quickly in place now facing Rachel.

“You fucking cunt!” She yelled in an ironically high pitched and sweet voice, as she grabbed onto Rachel’s bent over shoulders, pulled her in and sent a hard knee to her right tit three times in succession, each blast harder than the last.

“OH.”

“FUCK!”

“FUUUCK!”

Rachel could feel her tit meat spread out painfully against her skin on both sides as Krystal’s knee repeatedly crashed into her. Before Krystal could launch another attack, Rachel thrust a fist into her stomach. Krystal’s reflexes were sharp. Even though Rachel’s fist made contact, it was like punching a steel lunch tray and before she could retract, Krystal powerfully grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm, spinning Rachel around painfully until she had her in a headlock with one arm and trying to break her arm with the other.

“Ahhhh….” Rachel cried as Krystal pulled up on her arm. “I’m gonna fill Rage’s promise you whore! You’re gonna break tonight.” Krystal pulled up again and Rachel’s cries grew louder. She stamped her foot on the ground, then returned the earlier favor by sending a mule kick with her sharp studded boots between the unsuspecting thighs of her shorter opponent. The extra couple inches in height gave the impact more power.

“AIYYYYYY!” From my vantage point, Krystal’s back was to me and when I saw the kick, her perfect ass bent over giving me a perfect view of her camel toe from behind. She let go of Rachel completely and staggered backward, crossing her legs as she did so until she found herself leaning against the ropes.

The stinging in Rachel’s right tit and the nipples she could see poking through Krystal’s tank top prompted her next move; a full on talon claw of both tits. Krystal’s face contorted as she tried to remove Rachel’s fingers, which were kneading in nicely. Rachel pushed hard enough to send Krystal’s upper body through the top and middle ropes. Then, with her lower body in the ring and her upper body out, she grabbed as hard as she had on Rage’s ball earlier and pulled back.

“OH FUCK. OH FUCK OH GAAAWWWWWD NOOOO!” Krystal screamed as the top rope against her stomach denied her body from removing the awful stretch on her glands. Rachel dug her feet in good and pulled back with all her might as Krystal’s hands scratched and clawed at Rachel’s arms.

“Love your tits,” Rachel taunted. “Worth. Every. Penny.” She finally lost her grip and fell back, ripping Krystal’s shirt off in the process. Krystal’s body bounced forward, then back and she fell half way out of the ring. Her upper body was hanging upside down while her legs stayed in the ring.

With her mound practically begging her for it, Rachel licked her lips and slowly approached her fallen adversary. Krystal’s cohorts screamed at her to get up, but she was in too precarious a position. It wasn’t until she felt her ankles grabbed that she realized what she may be in for. With half her body hanging down, she could not even move her hands to defend herself, despite her best efforts to do an amazing crunch to right herself up. She did not have the leverage quite simply.

Her face turned purple as the blood rushed quickly to her head, then she felt her legs being open and spread wide, despite her feeble attempts to keep them shut. By the upside down look she could see on the spectators and the fearful look on her partners’ faces, she began to panic. “No! NONONONO!” She muttered over and over until…

CRACK!

“Oh Gawwwwwd!” This was a low gutteral moan coming from the usually squeaky voiced bombshell. Rachel had just unabashedly sent her right boot down onto Krystal’s cunt. “YEAHHHHH!” She yelled as the crowd, myself included, roared with approval. Her attention then was momentarily distracted by the overhead clock which read just past 7 minutes. With four more motherfuckers coming her way and no nut to crack on this one obviously, she had some more work to do in a short amount of time.

Rachel turned her attention back to Krystal, or rather, back to Krystal’s kunt and unleashed an even harder stomp. Krystal’s body seized up for a second then relaxed and even though she couldn’t see her face, she could hear her pain. She could feel and we could all see the life force begin to drain from the athletic little sex kitten.

Rachel lets go of her left leg, bent down, reached in her boot and came out again with her torturous brass knuckle. She stood up again put it on, kissed it and aimed high. Krystal had no idea what was coming until it came.

Rachel never letting go of her raised right leg jumped high in the air and landed on her knees sending her brutal weapon of choice CRASHING into Krystal’s pubic bone with a loud CRACK

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Reflexes alone allowed Krystal’s upper body to rise all the way up, looking at Rachel and her brass knuckle for a split second before falling back outside the ring apron again.

“Ooohhh, you like that, huh?” Rachel taunted and then repeated the massively abusive blow. “GODPLEASE!” Krystal pleaded, her body rising up again. Her face was a roadmap of agony. “One more sweetie,” Rachel said, now totally playing to the crowd and sending her hardest brass knuckled venom yet.

By Krystal’s scream, she was far from knocked out though. Rachel pulled her twitching body by the ankles all the way back in the ring. The color began to return to her flushed and crying face. Rachel looked her wracked body up and down for a second, again marveling at her tits. “God your tits are great.”

She plopped down on top of Krystal, trapping her hands at her sides and with the brass knuckles still tightly bound, she sent a brutal uppercut to the underside of Krystal’s gland, the saline making it move very unnaturally and stiffly up and then down.

“OHPLEEASSE!” Krystal cried. If that’s a submission, Rachel ignored it and sent her next punch straight down on top of her stiff nipple.

“NOOOOOOOO” Her back arched, almost bucking Rachel off. Then, like in a back alley fight, Rachel unrelentingly sent about six blows to the same tit in less than ten seconds, not even giving Krystal the opportunity to scream until the last. By then, she was a sobbing mess.

“Shut.” Rachel punched her in the face with the knuckles. “the fuck”. Another punch to her eye, cracking the bone. “UP!” Her nose this time, blood spewing forth. “not so pretty now.” With a minute to go until the next opponent, Rachel decided to keep her adrenaline flowing by continuing to pummel an almost comatose Krystal until her face was barely recognizable.

She breathed heavy as the clock approached the 10 minute mark. “Not so fucking pretty now, are you bitch?” BZZZZZZZ

“Who’s next?!” Rachel screamed out.

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