Rachel's Guantlet Part III

RACHEL’S GAUNTLET PART III

Rachel could hear the heavy boots of her next opponent rushing up to her from behind. While still on her knees next to her bloody victim, she turned her head just in time for her face to be met harshly by a ramming knee.

CRACK!

Her head snapped back hard from being slammed under the chin. Her arms flew back, as did her upper body. Her brass knuckles came flying off her hand and slid near the far corner. Her upper body was lying on top of Krystal, while her feet were trapped under her own legs, still bent at the knees. She was staring at the hot lots overhead trying to clear the cobwebs. She was completely oblivious to the fact that her thighs were wide open and her sexy cameltoe was staring her fresh opponent in the face. She heard racing boots once again approach her, and she struggled to sit up but it was too late.

“This is for Rage, CUNT!” her enemy shouted as he raced towards her wide open thighs and then….

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” The cruel man named Peter just landed the tip of his thick heeled right boot to Rachel’s pussy, lifting her ass off the ground momentarily. Her back arched as she cried out from the pain and her legs closed tight. Still in the same precarious position, Peter crouched over her and roughly grabbed her by the ponytail to look him in the face. His was a sexy mug, though obscured by his devious scowl. Rachel painfully realized she had spent too much time destroying the Krystal’s gorgeous face instead of watching that clock.

Peter snarled, “Ready for some more bushwacking---ow.ow.OWWWWWW!” Rachel wasted no time, fought through her pain and now had a death grip on Peter’s left testicle.

“No, but I’m ready for some more ballbusting.” Then, she twisted her hand and his nut with it, bringing him to squeals. He wore nothing but black boots and red skin tight trunks. She could feel his nut swell up in her palm and the pleasure she got from that already helped ease the pain between her own thighs. Before he could react she latched her other hand onto his other ball. She pulled back hard and used this as leverage to sit up. By now, Peter had let go of her hair and was grasping at her hands; his scowl now turned to a harsh grimace.

Rachel just stared up at him as she had her hands full of his male junk, licking her lips and relishing in his torture. She looked his whole body over really good for the first time; a massive chest; rockin’ six pack meaty shoulders and a big dick. “FUUUUCK!” He screamed as Rachel cruelly squeezed harder. She was so enthralled with the complete power she held over his manhood that she never saw his fist come crashing down against her cheek.

CRUNCH! And back down she went, letting go of his swollen balls. He staggered backwards a few steps holding himself and breathing heavily. His teammates screamed at him to pound her again. She could hear his footsteps coming and not wanting to suffer the same agony, she rolled off her fallen foe’s body and out of the way just in time. Peter ended up kicking Kristal’s prone body so hard, the cracking of a broken rib definitely resonated throughout the arena and she came to for a second in unreal agony. Krystal came to and began spitting up blood, her face twisted in anguish.

Peter’s big mistake was in leaning over her body in regret over what he’d just done. It gave Rachel just enough time to retrieve her brass knuckles, fit them on and creep up behind him. The roar of the crowd drowned out his teammates’ warnings. He didn’t know what hit him when the brass met his dangling package from behind. His legs shook, turned to jello, just like Eric’s had two fights ago, and he dropped to his knees, holding himself again.

Rachel grabbed the back of his head by the hair so she could see his face. What he saw were the brass knuckles high above her head. Down they came but before they made a landing, he suddenly thrust his elbow back hard up between Rachel’s thighs. Her eyes bulged and she stood on her toes.

“Ohhhh!” She moaned lowly and stopped her flying arm midstream. She crouched down with her head next to his. He reached behind him and grabbed her head with both hands and flipped her over his back. She landed with a THUD in front of him on her back, her head between his thighs.

Rachel’s gorgeous eyes fluttered for a beat, while Peter leaned forward and pressed his left hand around her throat, choking her with all his weight. With his right fist, he started pounding her heaving tits. She tried to scream but couldn’t. Back and forth, left tit, right tit. Peter pounded her titmeat with fury and Rachel’s body jolted with each raining blow. Leaning forward further, he gave the same treatment to her flat stomach, punching her so hard that his fist seemed to disappear deeper and deeper every time. Rachel was beginning to turn purple. She was in a great deal of pain and could barely breathe.

After about a dozen stomach blows, Peter raised his hand high in to a claw and snatch slapped the bitch. Rachel’s body bucked wildly as Peter’s hands squeezed her pussy lips hard. She really went nuts when he picked her ass off the mat by her lips screaming at her. “YEAH YOU FUCKING CUNT!”

Scratching the floor, she remembered through her agony she still had the knuckles on, so, as if aiming for her own face, she swung her brass knuckled fist and connected hard with his right ball.

“GAAAAAARRRRRRR!” Peter cried out, let go of her throat and crotch, and fell on top of her in a 69 type position. Rachel tried to suck in air, but was still being smothered by Peter’s package. She took one big gulp of air, grabbed his ass with both hands and lurched her head into that damaged right ball again with an open mouth.

“AHAHAHAHAH!” Peter’s body bucked this time now as Rachel tried to cut his testicle in half with her sharp teeth. Peter managed to get his upper body off the mat. He was blindly staring through space and into the faces of his very disappointed and frantic teammates, especially Sasha, the wife of Rage, who’s left testicle had been literally destroyed only minutes earlier. The sight was a much too recent reminder of what she had just witnessed happen to her man.

“Bust her fucking cunt!” Sasha screamed at Peter, who instinctively obeyed by sending a big powerful punch to Rachel’s mound.

“MMMMPHHH!” Rachel screamed through gritted teeth and her instinct was to bite deeper, which prompted Peter to pound her pussy harder. It was now a test to see who the stronger sex was. Tears were streaming down both their faces. Rachel’s face was of animal determination and Peter’s was of frantic desperation. Rachel’s grunts grew louder and Peter’s eyes grew bigger.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Peter kept pounding away at her pussy. Rachel added to her advantage by slamming his ribs with her brass knuckles until she finally wore him down.

“OHGOD!OHGOD!OHGOD!” He kept crying out, then collapsed again. After almost 30 seconds of this, Rachel finally let go. She felt like she had lock jaw and it was a struggle to get his body off her. He was moaning like a pathetic animal and the clock was nearing 13 minutes. Rachel’s pussy was on fire, though and she could barely stand up.

But stand she did, holding her crotch. She staggered over to Peter, cradling his balls on his stomach. She leaned over him and took her hand off her crotch to pull him up by the hair. As if she hadn’t learned her lesson, she was totally caught off guard by his flying fist up to her very uninviting mound.

“OHHHHHHHH!” His huge fist buried itself between her increasingly swelling

lips. Her legs buckled and down she went on her side, now cradling her own privates again. After the pounding she just endured, this latest punch almost knocked her out. Peter took a few seconds to catch his own breath. He was trying to fight through his own low blow agony. As he began to stand up with the help of the ropes, Rachel began to stir herself, trying desperately to get up before he launched an attack.

She slid backwards into the corner and used it to slide up to a standing position, her hand still wedged deeply between her thighs. Peter approached her, not able to walk straight as he did so. Rachel soon realized the corner was not a good place to be. She knew she was still too hurt from Peter’s massive punch to move quickly away, but he wasn’t in stellar shape at the moment either. As he drew closer, she got into a fighting stance, then bolted out of the corner. Peter’s lightning fast reflexes caught her by the throat and like a ragdoll, all he needed was the strength in his right arm to throw her back into the corner hard.

Rachel’s head flew back from the impact and her arms flew over the top ropes on either side of her. Peter took a half step forward and wound up his right arm. Rachel countered with her own right. Without even looking, Peter grabbed her swinging arm at the wrist and plowed his right into her stomach with such force it lifted her off the mat.

“Ooooof!” Rachel moaned loudly. Peter, still gripping onto Rachel’s right arm, then used

his left to tear the brass knuckles off her, almost tearing off her fingers with them.

Rachel was gasping for breath and put up almost no resistance as Peter tore her top in half. Her DD tits came spilling out for everyone to see. The crowd cheered loudly as Peter kissed his new brass knuckled toy, raised it high and sent it crashing down on Rachel’s exposed left tit.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Rachel cried out. Her hard nipple was met with metal and pushed in painfully. The force of the blow almost went through her massive breast to her breast bone. Peter laughed cruelly then raised his fist again. The fucking show-off would regret it as Rachel launched a knee up into his balls as hard as she fucking could.

“ohhhohohoh!” Peter let out a high pitched squeal and all his pain returned ten fold. BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

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