Rachel's Gauntlet Part IV

[Dylan]

Rachel's Gauntlet Part IV

             15 total minutes had passed. The bout was half over and the buzzer signaled Rachel’s fourth opponent into the ring. From across the ring she could see her rushing in. Her name was Ava, a south American dirty blonde fatal looking beauty with dark eyes, big fake tits and a body of pure steel. She wore a skimpy black bikini and cowgirl boots.

            Rachel grabbed Peter by the balls, twisted and squeezed like she’d never squeezed before. “Give, you fuck!” She was frantic to put him out of the fight before Ava got to her. Peter’s eyes crossed, his eyelids fluttered and as the veins on Rachel’s neck strained and her whole body shook. Rachel kept hold of his nuts in one hand and opened her palm. With her brassed knuckles, she slammed his scrotum as hard as she could, flattening them like a pancake against her palm.

            “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Peter fell on top of Rachel, drooling and seemingly passed out.

            Now, trapped, hurt and getting pretty goddamn worn out, it took a maximum effort to push Peter off. He fell forward through the middle and top ropes and hung over the arena floor. Even before his body was off her, Ava was on top of Rachel.

            Before Rachel knew what hit her, she felt a sudden blow to her throat. Ava had

sent a brutal side chop, crushing her windpipe. Her eyes bugged out of her head and she

staggered out of the corner, holding her throat and making a wheezing sound as she tried

to inhale.

            Ava quickly went to her fallen friend, Krystal, who was a broken mess. Worse

than she had thought, Kristal’s entire face was fractured and broken. She quickly, but

gently, she dragged her friend to the edge of the ring, where her last two teammates took

her to safety.

            Meanwhile, Rachel was still staggering around the ring, literally thinking her windpipe had been crushed and panicking. She wasn’t the slightest bit aware of Ava creeping up behind her until it she felt her steely arms around her waist.

            Rachel suddenly felt herself being lifted high in the air in a reverse bearhug, only to be taken down with force and felt her momentum mercilessly halted by a knee thrust upward into her cunt in bush bursting atomic drop. It was here that she realized she could breathe…and scream.

            It hurt almost as much to cry out as did the pain between her thighs. Ava tossed her off her knee and Rachel landed on all fours. While still paralyzed with pain, Ava slid behind her and launched an uppercut to her split legs from behind.

            “GAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWD!!!” Rachel cried out and began to fall all the way forward. Ava reached her free hand and latched onto her black hair, keeping her from collapsing. She pulled her all the way up on her knees, while turning her other fist into a claw between her legs. Rachel’s top still hung on the outside of her breasts, torn. Ava screamed in her ear from behind. “I’m gonna break your fucking cunt tonight, bitch! Then, I’ll fuck you with your own shattered bone!”

            Those brass knuckles; once again they were Rachel’s salvation, as she positioned herself slightly to one side and threw back a punch landing the pinkie knuckle right on Ava’s clit.

            “UNNNHHH! You bi—AAK!” From the pussy blow, Ava lurched forward onto Rachel’s shoulder from behind. No sooner had she done this, then Rachel interrupted her sharp tongue with a blow to the head with those same brass knuckles, knocking the dirty blonde bitch flat on her back behind Rachel.

            Rachel, hair drenched with sweat, breasts heaving and nipples sharp and stinging, knelt between her foe’s legs. Ava was delirious from the head shot. Rachel stared down at her rock hard body and she was getting wet with the destruction she knew she had in store for this one; her toughest looking opponent yet. To keep her legs flat and spread, Rachel put each one of her folded shins on Ava’s knees. She then put her left hand on Ava’s stomach for leverage, leaning way forward with her own legs spread wide. The whole crowd could get a great view of her engorged and swollen camel toe. She raised her fist high, the steel shimmering under the hot lights. And just as she was about to reign down her fury…

BLAST! The most intense pain she’d ever felt in her pussy, or anywhere else on her body for that matter, exploded. She had just been kicked with brute force from behind by Peter, who’d wearily managed with his last burst of energy to exact his own revenge.

Rachel fell forward, her face buried in Ava’s huge cleavage…screaming like a wild animal. Her body shook on top of her. Peter raised his arms to the wild cheers of the fans, then he went back to his knees. Ava was still very much dazed. Rachel rolled off her holding herself and moaning. Her legs rubbed together back and forth as she tried to will away the pain. Peter grabbed a hold of her ankle and pulled her towards him and Rachel swung away wildly screaming “MOTHER FUCKER!” A lucky shot nailed him in his temple, knocking him down and out coldly.

Once she saw he was out, she returned to nursing her crotch. She closed her eyes only for a moment and when she opened them, Ava was standing with her feet on either side of head, facing the rest of her prone body. She was standing on Rachel’s now wildly flowing and sweat soaked hair. Ava reached down and latched her razor sharp talons onto Rachel’s tits and pulled up with all her might.

“AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIYYYYYY!” Rachel cried from the pain on both her roots and her tits. The muscles on Ava flexed incredibly. She dug her fingernails in deeper, breaking the skin and kneading in deeper as she pulled, stretching Rachel’s DD’s to their limits. Rachel’s head reached backward in a painful angle and her neck was stretched to much to continue producing loud wails of pain.

When Ava finally dropped her, Rachel swung her weapon to Ava’s ribcage. She winced, but hardly stopped her. She actually reached around and grabbed the knuckles off Rachel harshly and threw them across the ring where they slid over the mat onto the floor. Then, Ava twisted Rachel’s wrist painfully and pulled up, bringing her on her side.

“What are you gonna do without your little toy, Rachel?” Ava taunted, twisting her arm. “Nooooooo!” Rachel wailed. With Rachel on her side, Ava lifted her right leg up high and brought it back down on Rachel’s left tit; the one resting on the mat.

“FUCK YOU!” Rachel screamed through gritted teeth as Ava put all her weight down on her breast meat, mashing it between her foot and the mat, while pulling up on her arm.

 

            Ava twisted Rachel’s wrist hard one way and twisted her foot planted firmly on her tit with the other. “yaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Rachel screamed, staring in pained frustration at her mashed tit. All of the breast meat had been forced to the top, disfiguring it and adding unreal pressure to the skin, like a balloon ready to pop. She began pounding the mat. “Stop! Ahhhhh! Stop you bitch!”

            “fuck YOU!” Ava screamed back, as she balanced her other foot on the rest of her massive and now mangled breast. Bouncing up and down while twisting Rachel’s wrist, her tit meat having nowhere left to go but right into the ground. “You like THAT?!” Ava’s boot made the torture unbearable. The hard wood of her cowgirl boot was just cutting into her flesh.

            “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Rachel threw her head back. Her legs flailed wildly and her face was a strained roadmap of furrowed brow lines and a gaping mouth. Ava added more misery by lifting her other leg straight up and stomping down on the titflesh that spread out on the mat while the 1^st boot kept the base flattened .

            “GAHKK!”

            “PHHOOOT!” Spit flew out of her enraged mouth.

            Three. Four. Five times so fast Rachel couldn’t react to the pain fast enough and began to grunt like a wild animal, burying her head into the mat. After the sixth stomp, Ava kept her bare foot there, twisted again and Rachel bellowed…”CUUUUUUUNT!”

            Ava raised her perfectly sculpted leg and this time sent her heel smashing down onto Rachel’s screaming face, sending her head snapping back and hitting the mat. “What did you say? Cunt? That gives me a fucking great idea!”

            Ava finally stepped off Rachel’s swollen and now pale colored right mammary and let go of her twisted arm. Rachel rolled onto her back and didn’t know which pain to cradle first. The blood began to rush back to her tit and the color swiftly turned from red to purple and black. She felt it throbbing like crazy.

            Ava walked around to Rachel’s feet, bent over without bending at the knees (God, I had the perfect view of her perfect ass), and lifted Rachel’s legs up by her boots. Rachel had one hand on her tit and the other on her swelling cheek bone which stung like mad. She could sense what was next and fought like a like hellcat she is (or was). Finally, getting her left leg free from Ava’s grasp, she brought it back and kicked forward, nailing Ava in the clit with her heel.

            “OHHHH!” Ava bent over sharply, but kept her stance, never letting go of Rachel’s other leg. Rachel repeated the move, but Ava’s sharp reflexes caught her by the ankle an inch before it made its mark again. Ava grunted, obviously in a great deal of discomfort. Her lips curled as Rachel twisted her body, trying frantically to free herself. Ava’s biceps flexed as she held Rachel in place.

            “Oh, now we’re gonna play,” Ava sneered down at her, hair covering her steely gaze, but Rachel could see her devil eyes through the strands. With mechanical speed and precision, Ava lifted her right leg all the way up to her chest and brought it down with the force of a piston, landing her heel right where Rachel’s bikini fabric made a V.

            “YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” On reflex, Rachel’s upper body shot upright. Her arms sprang outward. Ava got an additional high pitched squeal out of her by twisting her heel onto her clit before lifting it up and sending it right back down without missing a beat.

            Rachel’s upper body hadn’t even fallen all the way back down before her crotch was revisited with another crushing blow. “JEEESUUUUS!” This time, her back arched in a gorgeously tortured pose. Her chest was heaving and her DD’s were hanging to her sides. Her head was fallen all the way back and her tongue was sticking out like a tired dog. Any normal blow would cause her a nightmare of wretchedness, but this bitch? She was pretty superhuman.

            After grinding her clit again, glowing radiantly from the face it made Rachel make, even though no squeal came from her wide open mouth, Ava dropped her left leg. Still holding the right and stepping on her left ankle, Ava fell forward with one arm wrapped around the lifted leg. This brought Rachel’s legs into a painful split. Her body was crushed under Ava’s weight, but it was her left leg which was now pinned next to her ear while her left was flat on the ground that made her wail. Or was it Ava’s fist that pounded her stretched cunt as she came down?

            “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Rachel instinctively latched her claws onto Ava’s face and scratched away.

            “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Ava leaned her upper body up and away, blood beginning to form from open wounds that Rachel just made. “I’m gonna fucking KILL YOU!”  Ava screamed. Sitting up, she pounded a crushing blow to her gut, driving a coughing fit from Rachel. Ava got up and felt with her hand just how badly she’d been cut. If looks could kill…

            Meanwhile, Rachel had turned onto her stomach and began to frantically crawl towards the edge of the ring. It was clear she’d had enough. Ava raced to her just as she was latching onto the bottom rope. Ava pulled, but Rachel held on for dear life. With her body suspended in the air as Ava held her by the ankles, she swung her right leg all the way back. My cock got hard just from the anticipation, and…

            BOOM! The top of her foot slammed against Rachel’s pubic bone from behind. A wave of agony rode a wave up her body to her hands which shook the bottom rope. “UUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!” she moaned lowly. If her eyes weren’t crossed, she’d be looking right at me as I found myself screaming, “Kick her cunt again! Harder!”

            Ava threw Rachel’s legs apart and let her fall to the ground. Then, she quickly ran backwards half way across the ring. Feeling nothing but radiating torture below the waist, Rachel had only the use of her arms to pull herself closer to the bottom rope with her hands. She heard the running from behind, but could not find the muscles it would take to close her legs. She merely shut her eyes ever so gently before what was surely the most painful cunt punt yet.

            “GAAAAAAWWWWWWD!” Rachel’s body was propelled half way through the ropes and her gorgeous ass was airborne for a few seconds. Her stomach landed on the bottom rope and her arms draped down as she was bent over outside the ring.

            BZZZZZZZZZZZZ! And just like that, 20 minutes had gone by.

[jackie tsen]

hi Dylan, are u the author of Kerri's corner?

[Dylan]

yes

[jackie tsen]

there were many heel/ pointed toe attack caused by pumps, stilettos and high heel boots in keri's corner. why do you decrease such factors in this one?

[Dylan]

Story isn't over yet, my friend.

[J S]

Looking forward to the next part. =) You're awesome, please keep it up!