FWF: Fur Will Fly!

I walked down the gym's corridors fuming in my black sports bra and shorts. My bare paws were like mini gunshots on that concrete floor, completely muffling my claws clicking against the ground. I was just doing some late-night work-out to avoid the crowd when I got the phone call from my future trainee. He was leaving our contract. I didn't have to ask who he went to. It was obvious. Enough was enough. Tonight, I would put this bullshit routine of ours to an end. Right after I finally put you where you belong. The locker room door meets my shoulder in a fast, brutal shove. The wooden frame rattles loudly, and it's a miracle that it doesn’t just explode into splinters under the unnecessary force I just applied to it.

“Funny thing…” I say while going towards you with my voice low and edged with a laugh I don’t quite let loose… “about MY clients.” I stop practically in your face, and I plant my paws on a bench, leaning forward on my elevated knees to invade and crowd your personal space, just enough to make it clear that what I am about to say isn't up for a discussion. “I chose them. I train them. I break them down, then build them back up. Then you just swoop in with your honey-coated, poisoned and ill-intended words and STEAL them right out from under my wing when I’m not looking.”

I said while sizing you up. You were bigger and heavier than me and it also was rather hard to tell just how much actual muscle you had under that surface fat of yours. You weren't obese by any means but it was obvious that you had some bulk. Despite your larger size though, I am not intimidated. Quite the opposite in fact, hence I was sure that I could dance around your slow body and wear it down so you would end up on the ground, panting, with your tongue out like the dog you were. To be fair, I wasn't exactly a saint either in this 'problem of ours'… but it was YOU who started this! “So here’s what I’m thinking. I don't just beat the shit out of you here and now… and you in return don't steal my fighters that I have chosen to train or am already training! Capiche?!” My right hand curls into a fist, knuckles tightening as the thought flashes through my mind… grabbing that solid frame, driving it backward into the lockers, making the metal bite into your skin under that short white fur of yours. I don’t act on it though. Which is quite surprising since I was always waaay more hotheaded than you. But I guess I WANTED you to make a move first. Oh boy, I wanted it sooo much that I was practically shivering. All I needed was one rude word or move to make me rearrange that oddly shaped face of yours, and God help anyone who tried to stop me.

It had worked like a charm. As Rose stormed in, full of fire and fury, Reno couldn't help but let a smirk slide across her face. As the yapping Hyena laid out her list of grievances, the bigger woman crossed her arms and watched. Every twitch of every muscle betrayed how badly Rose wanted to throw the first blow. How desperate she was to demonstrate that she was the better fighter... the better trainer... the better woman... It had started weeks ago, when they'd first spotted each other at the gym. They'd each been with their respective clients, and over the coming days Reno noticed what a broad group that Rose saw... Reno, herself, was never great at retaining clients. She TRIED, but there was something about watching someone slide into defeat when she kept cranking up the pressure... Most of her people were good for a few weeks, a month tops, then on the road. It was clear that word was spreading, and her own prospects were drying up. But here was PRETTY little Rose, POPULAR Rose, BUFF Rose come to do things the RIGHT way. It made Reno sick, watching her with her own people, some of HER former clients. And so, she'd kicked things up a notch...

She'd gone to Norman, who manned the counter, with a proposition... Any time they wanted, she'd give out a handy in the backroom in exchange for two things. First, a list of Rose's clients and their contact info. Second, that he hand out her business cards alongside every one of Rose's. The campaign against them had been food for her inner sadist. Calling to let clients know they were dropped or cancelled... telling them she was offering lower rates... Everything she could to drag Rose's reputation face first through the mud and rob her of her livelihood.

All of it in anticipation of this moment... The real goal had never been the clients. That was a bonus. No, the real meat was in grinding down the hopes and dreams of SPECIAL little Rose, who stood quivering in front of her with rage. When the hyena had finished venting her anger, Reno could see she was a coiled spring. "If you want more clients, you should really step it up, Rose." She shrugged, voice cruelly reasonable. To anyone who was listening, the yeen would seem like the madwoman here, flying off the handle because she was less successful. "You know, if you REALLY need help, I can hand out some referrals." She smiled, refusing to acknowledge the anger of her victim. She gave Rose a good-natured pat on the shoulder.

The reason why I wanted you to make the first move was simple. I wanted to see if you were committed enough for this. Nothing would have been worse than you calling for the police or wanting to deescalate the situation once I started beating you. I eyed you closely, and apart from a mischievous look, you didn't really indicate any aggression outwards. Although I could swear that the sweet smell of cortisol started to appear in the air around you. But that was normal when your body sensed danger. Oooor… you just got really excited about something. Which was a whole different thing I hated about you. You seemed to enjoy seeing others collapse at your feet and struggle to get up. Yeah, you liked that waaaay too much. No wonder you needed to do dirty tricks to attract clients when the phrase 'sadist' followed you everywhere. So I don't know how you got my client list from Norman but at this point I didn't really care. You seemed to have more goals in mind than just stealing my source of income.

"Oh SHUT UP, I don't need help fro—" *PAT *PAT*. I stopped in my retort as your heavy, large hands suddenly patted my shoulder with a bit more force than necessary, making my whole upper body sway just a little but more than enough. "Thank you…" I whisper to myself more than anyone else. Right before I try to grab that arm and yank it forward with my left hand so your belly meets my knee, prepping you for my other free hand to land a nasty uppercut to your chin to finish off my combo! I wasn't holding back, not.. one.. bit. I wanted to knock you out again and again until it just WASN'T SAFE TO DO SO ANYMORE! I wasn't planning on killing you, nuh-uh, you don't deserve that kindness. But I sure as shit will end your career tonight. Right before I will drag your unresponsive, bleeding, broken and humiliated body to the streets so everyone can see just how pathetic you are. If somehow the injuries you will sustain won't end your career, your reputation surely won't recover after I am done with you.

She knew that even the friendly gesture would send the hyena over the edge. Rose was boiling with anger and even one degree higher would cause her to explode. She knew that any cameras or witnesses would show the same thing; a crazy cunt flipping out because she couldn't hack it, and throwing punches on poor, friendly, supportive Reno... The hand was a sacrificial offering, and she tensed her whole body as it was accepted. The knee hit the padding over her belly, softened by healthy layers of fat before it found iron muscle. Still, even being ready flor a blow doesn't completely prevent any damage, and she let out a grunt as pain blossomed in the muscle. The uppercut was a work of art, though. It connected square to her chin and snapped her head back, a flashbulb going off behind her eyes even though she was prepared. Staggering back, she felt the hard metal of the locker meet her shoulders, and she shook her head, wiping spit from her lips with her forearm. "Oh, you're WELCOME, sugarbitch. But you're out of your weight class." A smirk crawled across her face, the REAL Reno coming out to play. This would be fun. One hand slid into the locker behind her as she spoke, fingers wrapping around the talcum powder she used to help her grip on the gym's climbing wall. She stepped forward, feinting one jab to Rose's snout. The other came up and under their guard, her hand squeezing the bottle. Instantly, a cloud of white dust filled the air, ready to blind the hyena if she didn't shut her eyes quickly. Following behind, her foot came up in a push kick; a forward stomp that would buy her space and crush her opponent between her heel and the bank of lockers opposite to where she stood.

I let out a frustrated growl as I failed to affect your abdominal muscles in any considerable way. It was like punching a dense pillow with a brick wall behind it. I wanted to make you gasp for air, not just grunt in discomfort! So it was satisfying to witness how my follow-up dazed you with that uppercut. Sudden pain emitted from my bare knuckles as I shut your mouth closed and made your saliva fly out from under your cheeks, into the air. "How is that, huh?! You liked it?!" Seeing you collect yourself as you wipe off the very saliva I just beat out of you… was euphoric. To your credit, you did shake off the cobwebs rather fast, indicated by your quick retort. "Pff, weight won't matter much if I keep hitting my shots, slut. Let's see how a wall of fat will save you from a chok-WOW!" I lean to the side as I see your rather fast jab. I didn't expect that from someone who weighed over 200 lbs. But I evaded that with lightning-fast reflexes right away with my hands already covering my face; the only problem was that my own arms blocked my vision at that moment, so I failed to realize that it was a setup. Suddenly there is this suffocating white powder-like substance invading my flaring nostrils, and I start coughing right away. At least until your paw crushed me against the lockers. Your foot was almost as big as my whole stomach, so it had no issues denying my lungs the ability to expand. I let out a final wheezing cough as you practically crushed me, and my hands immediately went frantic around that foot. I knew for a fact that I had no chance going against your weight toe-to-toe, I just couldn't lift your fat ass in any circumstance, so trying to push you away was hopeless. Despite my body sending warning signals every millisecond, screaming, 'CAN'T BREATHE! CAN'T BREATHE!'... I don't panic.

Countless times I have told my students that losing your cool and your coherent thinking during a choke is a 100% way to lose a match. So rather than pushing, I start hammering down elbow blows on your shin and knee. I knew that you were too far away to punch me in the face while you had your leg extended like this, so it was only a matter of time before I started cracking that knee joint of yours, and the pain would be just too much to let you keep me pinned. So the moment your leg falters, I would grab that ankle before it drops and pull on it back up! Just so you can crash your head into the cold stone floor under us. That should keep you down enough so I can slowly drag you by your hair right in front of your own locker and bash the locker door into your face, sandwiching it right between the steel locker door and the steel frame, again and again until you STOPPED FUCKING MOVING! But to be fair, I doubted I would KO you this soon. You were physically tougher and stronger, but you lacked skill and mobility. And those last two factors were more important in a fight. I just needed to avoid your attacks and I will be fine.

The bitch was pinned like a butterfly, and Reno took a moment to admire her prize-to-be as it wrapped its hands around her ankle to try and pry her loose. She thought she'd keep her like that for a moment, let her pass out as her heel ground into the soft fur of Rose's solar plexus. The girl had a firm belly, to be sure... it only made Reno want to stress test that lovely, flat six-pack to destruction. She was almost daydreaming as a runnel of drool fell from her lips onto the canine's shin. "That's it... I can feel you squirm. Just keep using up all that air. What was it you said? 'You have to break someone down to build them up?' Her voice, sugar-sweet, wormed into Rose's ears. She prepared to continue her taunting, then yelped as her showboating came to an abrupt end, and elbow hammering into the soft tissue where femur connected to kneecap. leg nearly hyperextending, Reno sought to drop her leg an push her advantage, but found herself overcompensating as a quick grip hooked her ankle and lifted. Tilting back, she threw her arms out to either side, desperate to break the fall, but she was rewarded a moment later with the harsh *pop* of her skull striking the concrete floor of the locker room. The world doubled for a second as another brutal shot to her head rattled her brain, and by the time she had recovered she'd been rolled to her hands and knees and her face was in something dark. BANG. The door, lightweight but still with plenty of force behind it, scissored shut on her neck, then swung open for another turn. The second time caught her across the head and she yelped, her head now pounding from the beating. She didn't allow a third time, raising one arm and placing her elbow next to her temple to absorb the next blow, sparing her skull another punishing blow. She snarled. "Dirty fighting BITCH!" Her other arm reached back, hooking low until it found what she was looking for, Rose's knee. Scooping the leg close to her she reached up and back, grabbing one of Rose's wrists where it met the hand at the back of her neck. Then, gathering her legs under her, she stood. Reno was no stranger to squats and deadlifts, and her powerful legs flexed as she lifted Rose's entire body weight, hauling on the limbs to make sure the hyena was pressed close to her back. Then... she dropped backward. It wasn't a classic fighting move, and there was very little style to it, but physics was physics, and over 200lbs of angry bitch dropping onto someone from six feet up would do plenty of damage.

"If you are not fighting dirty, then you are not fighting to win, darling. ACK!” Suddenly my retort was interrupted once more. I should probably take this more seriously, since that's like the second time you've caught me off guard mid-sentence. But I had more pressing matters to worry about, like the fact that my body was on your shoulders and my world was tilting. A moment later, however, I didn't have to worry about thinking altogether, since I crashed into the ground with the added force of your whole body weight. I let out a sharp and long wheezing moan before the pain in my back, the dizziness in my rattled brain, and the lack of air make my unfocused eyes roll slightly as my lids close halfway. For a good 4 or 5 seconds I just lay there limply, with drool leaking from my slack muzzle. Well, 'limpy' might not have been the best word to describe it, since my injured spine emitted confused signals to my nerves that my briefly blacked-out mind couldn’t sort through. So my toned body twitched in sharp, uncontrolled bursts, with arms jerking and muscles spasming wildly beneath you, flattening my smaller breasts under that body of yours during the process. But after that aforementioned 4-5 seconds, I finally came to with a loud inhale as my body finally remembered how to breathe. The first thing I feel is the pain flaring throughout my back and skull. Fuck, that drop was brutal. You must’ve gotten off me, because I managed to arch away from the floor, trembling until only my ass, heels, and shoulders stayed planted. Both hands reached beneath the bridge of my back, fingers probing the sore, already-bruising flesh there. I curled my legs in tight, toes clenched, desperate to make the pain just fucking stop. After two or three broken wheezes, I finally had enough air to stop gaping like a fish stuck on shore and release a muffled groan-like scream through a clenched, snarling row of teeth.

 My eyes were closed tightly to this point, so I could only imagine what you were up to. You were saying something for sure, but my own agony drowned it out completely. I knew that had to do something, since the drop, I had been on the ground for, like 8 seconds now. That's a lifetime of opportunity for an opponent who enjoys making others suffer. Finaly the shock finally began to ebb, just enough for other sensation to sharpen. I felt your…hands or foot, I couldn’t tell…starting to manipulate my body, teasing me or prepping me up for something more brutal than a body slam. If that was even possible. My head still swam, thoughts lagging behind sensation, but instinct screamed one thing loud and clear:

 Get away. Now.

I exploded into motion, rolling hard and lashing out with a blind kick into something firm yet warm and soft at the same time. Then I started crawling. It only took a moment to reach the bench. I hauled myself halfway onto it, muscles shaking as I dragged my weight up. I wasn’t standing, I was still on my knees but at least I wasn’t flat on my back anymore. Hands braced on the bench, I finally twisted and looked over my shoulder. My snarl was angry, but weak, eyes burning as I tried to assess you and scrape together some kind of plan. I was in no shape for anything elaborate for the moment, so my options were limited. That's when my hands find your t-shirt on the bench, and I immediately throw it at your face when you are close enough. Then I twist my body and reel back my right leg and launch it outwards to your crotch. It wasn’t a ‘classy’ move, but I am sure you would have done worse if you had free rein over my defenseless form. If the kick landed, if you folded even for a second… I’d push through the pain, surge up, and snake my arms around your neck, trapping it tight against my right side. Then I’d drop back hard, trying to spike your head into the bench behind me while keeping that suffocating hold locked in place. The drop would certainly hurt my already bruised back even more, but with your head reaching the bench first, it should soften the drop enough for me.

Feeling the hyena twitch and spasm beneath her was the greatest sensation she could possibly imagine. For a moment, she raised her arms and legs, putting her full weight on that aching body and feeling the ribs compress. God, she wanted to do do worse than just humiliate her. She wanted to cripple her. Take this proud little bitch and make it so that she could never talk back to anyone again. Soon. Standing, she turned it, admired her handiwork as they arched their back, watch their legs, fold upward at the hip. “Awww… wassamatter? Your legs are still moving. That back’s not broken… yet.” She reached down, taking a fistful of red hair in one hand, and an ankle in the other. “Here…” Slowly, she bent her knee until it was about an inch above the curve of their lower back. “Let me show you the difference…” She was going to do it. Holy shit, she was actually going to ruin this cunt… she was already fucking wet at the thought of it. How she’d play with her little toy. She braced herself, ready to drop her knee and lift her arms to fold them in half… Then, they suddenly twisted like a snake, a foot hammering into one breast and forcing her to stagger her backward with a hiss. “Oh, you CUNT.” She stepped forward, hands raised, ready to beat the silly bitches face in for her defiance, but then pain exploded between her legs as her clit was crushed back into her pelvis. Hands going down between her legs, leaning forward, she was a perfect target for the under arm, choke, and her weak knees did nothing to stop her as they tilted backwards. Pop. For the second time in as many minutes, the ground rushed up to meet her head, and this time things went black. Rose would feel the massive body twitch and go limp for a second then, begin to stir. Reno awoke on the border of unconsciousness, the choke cutting off her air, and the repeated blows to the head, leaving her dazed. There was only one thing she could do.

Placing both hands on the bench, leg, shaking, she pushed off of it, dragging the hyena that still clung to her throat. Lifting a few inches, she made sure that her skull was no longer lined up with the wooden seat, then pushed both of her legs forward and pulled with her arms. The result was driving Rose’s damaged back into the bench, ramming their like a wedge between her vertebrae. With any luck, it would at a minimum cause them to release the hold, keeping the canine in the fight.

With a loud THUD, we crash into the bench, and your head takes the worst of it. When I saw your larger hands slip from my wrist and side to land limply on the ground with a meaty slap, I couldn't help but smile. "Ohhh, that one hurt, huh? Hmm? No retort? Are you really sleeping, hon?" I shake your unresponsive body, and you suddenly stir in my grip. "Awww, that's better; for a second I thought it was already over." I said, totally disregarding the fact that you just recovered from a KO like 5 times faster than me. It was no easy feat, trying to act like someone still in control. To be frank, I massively underestimated just how much you could and WOULD hurt me. I wasn't really interested in your well-being either, but… your intentions were on another level. Good, don't you dare make this easy for me; I like when my prey struggles. I see your fingers twitch and then dart to my arms once you realize that my right bicep almost fully closed your throat shut. "Shhh, just go to sleep, dear; I will take gooood care of you." I said as I gave a condescending pat to the back of your head with my other hand. I didn't plan on just walking away once you were down for the count. All this close contact riled me up rather well. So my panties and shorts weren't exactly dry at this moment; I just lived for this shit, the feeling of someone larger losing their strength under me. Your hands weren't even grabbing into me now; rather, they were grasping at the bench for some reason with shaking muscles. It was clear that you were running out of steam, and it was just so arousing for me, plain and simple. But you weren't exactly 'clean' either; seeing me hurt fueled your own sadistic pleasures rather greatly, to the point where I could smell your steaming pussy from even this distance. I will certainly rub one out on your limp frame once… WHAT THE FUUU-?! Suddenly there was a short but quick lift, and my shoulders left the bench and met it again with great speed.

 *BAM* The whole thing rattled under our combined weight as you slammed my aching spine and shoulders into it. "GAH! F-Fuck…" The only thing I could do was start hammering your side with my free left hand, hoping to crack some ribs under that shield of fat and muscle before… "GHAKK! *cough* *cough*"… you slam me down again. My overall body wasn't at its limit, but my spine certainly was nearing it, especially after you slam me down again, for the third time, then fourth. Thankfully, the bench gave way first before my spine could, and the whole thing crumbled to the ground. "Ugghh… ghmm… ghkk…" I groaned in pain under your arm. I was down for the moment, and I tried to muffle a whine when I realized what was coming next. Well actually I didn't; you were always rather creative with the torture. With how beat up I was, I couldn't let you put me in a hold. I doubted I would be able to take it mentally, let alone physically if you targeted my weakness. So I tried to turn my body sideways and snake my legs around the larger feminine body and grab that arm's wrist that was on top of me. That way I had a chance to put you into a reverse armbar. I was weak and in agony, so the broken bench parts, all those wood planks and metal beams cutting into my destroyed back, didn't really help me either. But I didn't have the time nor the luxury to shift into a more comfortable position. I knew that my success of overpowering you in this state was slim, to say the least, but it was that or nothing.

The impacts against her ribs were bruising and brutal, but her head was already swimming and it felt like the punches were coming from far away. The sounds of her opponent's agony were muffled, like she was underwater, or her ears were stuffed with cotton. Hate was the only thing keeping her from blacking out, and when she felt something break under them, she wasn't sure if was the bench, her opponent, or her own body. When air surged back into her lungs, she sucked it in deep, a hand going to her now bruised and swollen throat even as she felt sinewy legs twine around her bicep, the sent of a wet slit suddenly filling her nostrils as Rose's hips grew closer to her face than they had been before. Oh, the little bitch... she LIKED getting battered? Well, tonight was going to be a treat for he... the thought was interrupted as the lithe hyena arched their back, straightening Reno's arm until her elbow screamed. She howled with it, saved from a destroyed joint by hours of bicep curls. For a moment, it was Reno's arm against Rose's entire body, and she was LOSING... But Reno twisted, gripping her wrist just below where her opponent's hands had taken their hold. The cruel hyperextension slowed... stopped... and then began to reverse, her arm gaining ground as she began to muscle her way out of the hold. "Giving me... a workout?" She chucked, eyes locking on Rose's. "That's all you are to me... Not an enemy. Exercise. A piece of equipment..." She didn't have the strength to lift their entire body with one arm as she had before. She would need some recovery before that. Instead, she pushed onto her feet and changed the angle of the hold, maneuvering the hyena until she was upside down. Then, she let her weight drop. Her elbow, already lined up with the hyena's abs, would sink deep if their body folded. If not, Reno would still have an easier time lifting one foot and delivering a stomp to her opponent's face. She was winded, wounded, and quickly growing tired...

But she would use every single opportunity at her disposal to crush Rose. Literally, if need be.

 Your screams were like music to my sharp ears. I heard many opponents wail in my holds before, but yours was definitely my favorite so far. What made it great and unique is the sudden change of your voice's tone. Its pitch oscillated upwards and then stayed there as you screamed and screamed until there was no air left in your lungs and you were just left gaping. I almost felt disappointed that I couldn't hear that high-pitched wailing any longer. It was like it didn't even come for you, like you suddenly got younger by like 15 years. Heh, good, looks like you were getting closer to that mental breakpoint if you were screaming like a newborn. It was fun while it lasted, but at least without your deafening scream, I could hear your arm stretching apart in my grip, and I just knew how close that telltale 'pop' sound of a joint dislocating was. To my frustration however, you actually started to slip out! I was too weak to stop you from moving out from the hold as expected, and a few seconds later, you were actually towering above me while I still had my legs around your waist and tried to wrestle that arm into submission. But the angle was gone. I saw your eyes dart to my face as you mocked me, then move down to my belly with hungry, wild eyes. I cover my toned but softened-up core with my elbows and grab at one of your fingers to fucking break it.

But the moment my eyes darted to your hands, something massive crashed into my face, making it smash against the broken pieces of the bench under me. My vision swims, but I could just make out your foot stomping on my delicate face once more. So hard, in fact, that my hands let go of your wrist and my ass falls to the hard floor as my legs untangle from your body. I was barely awake as you stomped on me again and again, making the saliva and blood from my swelling, cut lips coat your foot and the floor as you did so. The only indication that I was still conscious was the soft gasps and grunts during this rather one-sided beating. I was sure I would black out right there, but then you stopped. You had your foot pushing my head down before it came to a rest on my throat, so I couldn't really look up and see what you were up to while I choked under your heel, but if the pants of yours were anything to go by… you probably just exhausted yourself. You panted and gasped as you practically posed over my beaten form like some conqueror, buying me time to recover too. Sure, I was subjected to more blows so far, but I had excellent endurance and cardio.

So while you enjoyed your 'victory', with your usual cockiness and bravado… my hands patted around the bench's wreckage to find a solid metal part, most likely the support leg part of the bench, and I CHUNK it at your chin! During my previous attacks, it was your face that got the most beating so far. It was targeted by an uppercut, locker door slams and that juicy face plant onto that bench… and now, a metal object, hurled at your head! And sure enough, that dangerous weight was suddenly lifted off my neck and I managed to sloooowly, get back up to my feet after God knows how long. We were both swaying now. My face was bloody, but yours didn't exactly look good either. "What's wrong, sweety? I thought you said I was just a piece of equipment… pfff.. top ten lamest quips ever, babe…" I say with a weak, pained grin. To be fair, you did use me like some ragdoll so far, so it was time to change that. Which was a shame because I had never ever had to go all out against an opponent like this before and this was already super exciting for me. The fact that I hurt YOU was just a cherry on top. I literally had to stifle a moan as the thrill of fighting made my folds flutter under my garments. But that didn't earn you my respect, nuh-uh. The only reason I even struggled was because of your bigger frame, nothing else! If we were the same weight class, the fight would have been already over for sure. That's fine though, my pussy and me were very glad and happy about the challenge before us.

 "Come on, bitch, let's finish this. I wanna have my fun with your body already." I say and I start slowly walking towards you, recklessly even. I wanted to make you act out of instinct rather than actually use what little brain you had to realize that despite the bruises covering my body, I wasn't exactly beaten down hard enough to not be able to surprise you. That surprise being a quick sidestep, evading your blow or tackle to quickly get behind you and kick your shin from behind so you get on your knees. Then, my laced-together fists would welcome your face as you look behind you and snap it back forward with an overhead blow.

Tougher than she had thought… It was a grudging notion. She wanted to beat the little bitch until she was a mewing, weeping kitten. Grinding the woman out of her until there was nothing but a pathetic child acknowledging its superior with every scream it could manage. And, for a moment, when that pretty little skull pounded into the floor, she thought she had it. What followed was methodical. Worse than a beating. An attempt at tenderising a piece of meat. As the body went limp underneath her, she drove her healing wherever she could. Stomach. Breast. Crotch. Thighs. With every blow, she expected to feel bones finally surrender to her. With every blow, she was disappointed, spurring her to greater fury. Finally, Rose lay limp beneath her. Beaten. Done. Painting, she placed a foot on her throat and began to apply more and more pressure. Her hands rose to her chest, stripping off her now, sweat, soaked sports bra and tossing it aside. Like an Amazon, she stood on top of her kill, arms slowly curling into a bodybuilder pose. She felt like a queen. A conqueror. Her foot pressed in deeper… Deeper… she wanted to slip some fingers inside of her to enjoy those last few breaths… then, something struck her, sending her staggering back. One eye could only see red as a cut opened on her eyebrow, filling her vision with blood. Dazed from one too many blows to the head, Reno threw a wild punch bag the way she came, where the little Whore must be standing… She was rewarded with another punch. Half blinded, every time she made a grab or sweep of her fist, she was punished. Kidney. Stomach. Jaw. Spit and blood flung from her face as she was beaten mercilessly.

Finally, sagging to her knees, exhausted, she looked down at Rose’s feet. Panting, she could barely speak… “Fuck… if you… Showed that much fight… Maybe I wouldn’t be training half your clients…“ She began to laugh, almost delirious.

I had to admit, it was a close one, a minute ago I was dancing on the fine line between life and unconsciousness after the biggest beating of my life. But you failed to finish me off, and now? I was beating the living shit out of you. Your blows graze my ears and sides as I manage to evade them one by one just in time. I was so exhausted but I had to keep evading, I just couldn't tank your shots with blocks. Even one blow could floor me, and I started to doubt that I could get back up after that. My body was aching, that ground stomping really left me in a bad spot, and all that abuse was starting to catch up with my willpower. But seeing you fold more and more after every liver, rib, and nose blow fueled me to keep going. After a while you stopped defending yourself and you just tried to stay upright by leaning against the wooden door of the locker room. Of which, of course, gave me plenty of opportunity to land even more blows on your frame, making the wooden door behind you let out an audible CRACK with each body shot that landed.

I didn't consider myself a sadist before… well, at least up to this point. It was just so liberating to go all out against an opponent whom I not only hated, but I also had no regard for their well-being. I usually push people over their limits in the fights; they have to be broken first to be perfected later, after all. But only so far; how else could I fight them again if I ended their career in a training session? But with you, however… despite how much I enjoyed the thrill of owning a bigger, stronger body… I didn’t plan on fighting you again after this. Actually, that's not really accurate. I didn't want YOU to WANT TO fight again. Breaking your body was one thing, but the spirit? The only reason I didn’t just choke you out once you collapsed on your knees is because that would have been too easy. No, I wanted to extend your suffering and humiliation until YOUR body and mind decided that it was too much and it just shut down. Healing a broken body was one thing; healing the mind was another.

I grin at your slightly delirious state. “Aww, someone’s losing it. You tried sooo hard, slut, but it looks like I won after all.” I say and lift your head up with your hair to look into your semi-focused eyes. God, you were actually sexy looking like this, body beaten to a pulp, leaking blood and drool… My body shivered with all the opportunities I could do with you right now. “Now… what to do with you~” Then I suddenly grab your face with both hands and start kneeing your face over and over again. “How is it feel?! *THUD* “Gimme feedback, bitch!” *THUD* “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you laughing now?!” *THUD* „Not so funny now, huh?! *THUD* "This is for stealing my clients!" *THUD* "This is for that belly stomp!" *THUD* "…for trying to break my spine!" *THUD* "...for thinking that you are better than me!" *THUD* "...for removing my bra, you pervert!" *THUD* "…and this is for BEING A WEAK BITCH!” *CRUNCH*

Finally something gave way against my knees at the tenth strike. For a second I thought it was your skull, but no, it was your noose. The bleeding was rather intense; it was like you opened a tap slightly and couldn't turn it off. I let go of your face and relish the feeling of your limp, twitching body falling forward and coming to a rest vertically against the apex of my thighs. For a second I even pushed your face into my camel toe, letting out a low moan as your bleeding nose stained my shorts right on top of my crotch. Then I released it to let you slowly slide down across my leg, leaving a bloody trail across my disheveled golden brown fur, until your face crashed right on top of my instep/toes. For a second I just watch your pathetic pose and let out a snicker when I see your ass is still in the air. I lift my leg up and with it your face, to marvel at your lifeless features.

“Oohhh! Looks like I broke one of your canine teeth! Is it still in your mouth? Or did I knock it out? Mhhh…” I withdraw my foot and let your face smack against the hard floor. Then I slowly slide a few toes inside your slack mouth and part your muzzle wider. “Phew, it’s a mess in there; can’t see anything from the bloody knockout drool. Shame, I wanted to collect my trophy. Don't swallow it, alright? I want to turn it into a necklace~!” Then I withdraw my foot and watch as a puddle of drool and saliva starts to pool around your head. For a second I was scared that I overdid it and ended the fun too soon, because even halfway through my knee strikes, it felt like I was pummeling a corpse; the blows were just not answered after a while. But when I lean down and listen, I hear your weak, labored, wheezing/snoring-like breathing. “I hope that you are dreaming of me, love. Rest; you're going to need it for what comes next…” With that, I grab you by the ankle, and slowly, with a visible limp, I start dragging you towards the showers. You were heavy and a disgusting mess. But I still had plans that included turning you into a screaming cum puddle while I also tortured you until I felt like stopping.

Sexually assaulting someone was not on my to-do list before. Although It wasn't unusual for sex to occur after an intense match in the ring. But it was used just to alleviate some of the pain accumulated during a match. And if the winner was gracious, they would let the loser have some fun as well. But in your case this will be VERY different. I will make you cum your brains out alright, but it will be laced with agony every step of the way, and every bit of orgasmic bliss will be accompanied by humiliation. Plus, I was rather worked up, and I wanted a release for me as well. Why not use your body while I am at it? You were kind enough to pre-lube your cunt after all. You sadistic fuck, you just enjoyed hurting others too much for your own good. I bet you nearly came when I stopped moving under you. Well, I won't let that slide.

I looked back at the body I was dragging across the cold, hard concrete floor. It was like I was painting the ground with your bloody face. What a fucking mess. I didn't know if you were awake yet; your face started swelling, and the cuts on your lips and forehead painted your pristine white fur red, masking your expressions. I drop your leg, and for a second I just catch my breath. Then smile and head back to the locker room to search for my ripped-off bra. I found it rather quickly and slowly started to walk back to you. I didn't need to hurry. When I arrived back to you, you were still at the same spot a left you. "Here, hold onto this for me, will you? I like this gym; I can’t let you just make a mess of it.” With that, I stuff my bra into your mouth and your broken nose, stuffing it, making the blood seep into the fabric instead of making a mess on the floor. Then I continue to drag you towards the showers. I heard muffled gags and chokes behind me, and I was kind of curious if you choked on your blood or not before we arrive at your ’final’ destination. The gag certainly did not help either. But hey, you were either strong enough to push through it or not. It's called natural selection. A few seconds later, entered the shower and grabbed a showerhead, turning it on the coldest setting. Then aimed it at your face to fully wake you up from your punch-drunk stupor.

Topless and beaten, Reno's eyes rolled as she felt a fest close in her hair, tilting her head backward. Blood rolled back up her nose and into the back of her throat, coating it and making her snort as her eyes looked up and back, losing focus. She was practically unconscious already when the beating began in earnest. Every insult and wound she had inflicted was paid back as Rose's knee slammed into her face again... Again... Again... Each blow a bomb inside her head, pounding her ever deeper into a daze until she was only seeing the world through moments of time; her battered brain only letting her up for brief gasps of consciousness. Her face buried in Rose's crotch. The feeling of her body twitching like an epileptic as she rested her chin on top of a dainty foot like a good dog. The taste of those same toes, and finally florescent lights marching slowly past as she moaned. Cold tile slid along her back, and when the water struck her, she swatted at the air, feeling almost as if she was being waterboarded. A moan left her aching muzzle as her tongue found the empty socket of a tooth, and she rolled to her belly, slowly rising to all fours as the spray continued to force her back to awareness. "Fuckin' cunt... Shoulda finished it..." She couldn't stand, but she still felt rage burning bright in her chest with the need for payback. "I get up... you're going down..."

 I loved Reno's reactions to the pain. The guttural sounds, the twitching of the body… beautiful. I saw her roll to her front, so I turned off the water. "Welcome back to the world of pain, doggy!" I mocked her. "Oh? Did you say something? "Sorry, I didn't HEAR IT!" *THUD* I shouted while I pressed my knees right between her broad shoulder blades, striking the spine under that small layer of fat and muscle. That move dropped her back on her front fast with a meaty, wet thud. "You look funny while you are all wet… hmm, that reminds me…" I said, leaning forward and close to Reno's face while my knees made her spine croak under my sharp knee. God, I wanted to break that fucking thing sooo bad. "ShOULd haVe fiNisHEd iT, huh?! I was only out for a second after that foot stomping, bitch! There was nothing to finish! "My tone was laced with mockery and anger, which was only fueled even more when I sensed her wanting to fight. Heh, why not let her… our fight was already over, but… I wanted MORE! Finishing Reno off now would have been… a missed opportunity. I wanted to make Reno suffer longer. Hell, I wasn't sure that I wanted to kill her now, how else would she keep suffering looong after our fight? With those evil thoughts… I raked my claws into her ass and ripped off her garments there. Even after the shower session, her pussy was reeking from feminine arousal as it was out in the open air, against the cold shower tiles. I could smell it from all the way here as I looked back, even while it was still hidden between her large thighs. This bitch… she REALLY enjoyed seeing me go limp under her, huh?! Well then… It's about time I make this slut moan in submission.

But first… I need some insurance that she won't attack me while I work on her down there. "Sorry, sweety, I'm afraid this is going to hurt." I said to my prey with fake concern right before I reached forward with both hands and grabbed Reno's left arm. Then I pulled it backwards while snaking my own arms around hers, forcing her arms behind her back and then so far up that her own knuckles could almost reach the back of her own neck. I sneered at her reactions, her head snapped up along in pain and shock, along with some of her upper body in pain and shock with the force I was pulling. But my knee against that arching spine kept that large body of hers stuck in place and contorted in ways it never was before. Plus the force of the pressure also kept her forced against the ground.

 "Shhhhh… it's okay… just let it happen! You know from experience that it's only going to be worse if you are resisting!" But Reno didn't seem to abide by my instructions, though. Hmmm, maybe she couldn't register my words from the pain. Oh well, I will assume that it was some flicker of defiance I was facing, so I needed to show her that I wasn't playing around. With that, I slide my right hand down to her shaking palm and grab a smaller finger, twisting until the soft but audible crack echoes in the showers. I was breaking her now, mind and body now. But I also felt a pang of frustration. I wanted to do more! But I couldn't, otherwise the fight would end here. I wanted her to try to take me on again after I had my fun. So breaking an arm was out of the picture for now. But dislocating it, that was something I WILL do! If she is truly a trained fighter, then she should be able to pop it back in later. She better, or I will do it!

Reno wheezed as the knee drove down, pinning her to the ground, like a butterfly on someone’s display board. The air was hammered out of her lungs as her tits compressed painfully against the tile floor, and she let out a groan. Then, the pressure only increased until she was sure she could feel her vertebrae about to separate. The dirty Cunt… She didn’t know that Rose had it in her, but the lousy bitch was breaking her fucking back… A small, growling scream of frustration left her as she prepared for the *pop* of her career ending. Instead, she felt cool air and water on her ass as her opponent bared her, furthering her humiliation and preparing her for the exact kind of playtime that Reno loved inflicting on bitches that were at the end of their use. She snarled. “Fucking WHORE! I’ll KILL you! I’ll FUCKING RAPE YOUR LIMP GODDAMN CORPSE YOUUUUAAAAAAAIIIIIII!” The world‘s spiraled up into a scream, her normally gruff voice, turning feminine with agony as her shoulders suddenly strained. Wrists gripped, used as a handle to haul her deeper into the backbreaking knee pin, she felt like she was being folded in half. The scream caught in her throat and she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes rolled back in her head, a few short cries escaping as she felt a finger snap, almost an afterthought in the wave of pain assaulting her spine and shoulders. “Gonna… fuck…in… gyyyuuukkkkk…” Then, she felt it. Two deep, sickening pops in her shoulder socket. She HEARD the joints separate and found energy to scream again, her legs kicking wildly against the floor like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

 My tail practically wagged against her ass when I felt that body give in. Even after a few pops, I still kept up the hold, pushing the Bull Terrier’s arm up further, letting this bitch’s forearm touch her own head from behind. Of course, as always, Reno’s reactions were pristine! God… feeling that larger body faltering under me fueled my previously not explored sadistic desires. So that's why you ruined your opponents. The feeling of owning somebody so thoroughly. The feeling of their body and mind faltering as they are about to pass out from the pain you have inflicted upon them. Hearing their screams get more and more desperate, slowly sounding like they're not even coming from a grown woman. Even after the POP, I kept up the pressure for a good 5 seconds more. Stretching the nearly torn apart ligaments further. Reno was rather lucky that I did not have the physical strength to actually rip her arm off; otherwise, I might not have been able to stop myself from rotating around her meaty arm a full 360 degrees… a few times. Instead, I just let go and marveled at her shaking body that failed to process the pain. Her arm just hung limply against her back, as Reno was unable to move it back to a more… ‘natural’ position on her own. I withdraw my knee and lie on top of the slut, right against that arm. It was like I used this bitch like a bed. My chin was right against that torn left shoulder. “Oh, you poor thing, don’t worry, I will make you feel good now… while making sure you will hate every second of it!” I whispered in her ear before nipping it with my sharp teeth until it pierced it, and the taste of copper filled my mouth. And just as I expected, your bigger frame just wasn't a threat like before. You were mine to play with for a while, since you barely had any strength to fight me now. Let alone willpower to push through the pain.

I stand up and pull her body to her back, using that ruined arm, of course. Deliberately making her right shoulder and head leave the ground as I pulled up on Reno’s left arm. Then I parted her legs wider to see what I had to work with. “Phew, that’s a big pussy, bitch… I give you that. Does it usually look that swollen and fluttery? Or are you just happy to see me? I reckon you had to use it a few times to get what you want. Like with that pathetic virgin, Norman. He was the one who got you my contact list with the names, huh?” I said as I sat down on that gasping, contorting face. I even leaned forward, arching my back and digging my knees into this slut’s sides, on the very spots I knew that I targeted earlier with my fists. That way my face was inches away from her exposed folds. While Reno’s was totally obstructed by my ass and camel toe. This longer-shaped head was PERFECT to sit on. I covered all of her face while her nose was forced to smell my sadistic arousal. “I bet I can shove my whole paw in there, without any issues~” I said as I did as much. Suddenly your whole body bucked at my intrusion, but you were too out of it to do much against me. “Hmm? What's wrong? Am I too rough? Here! IS THIS BETTER?!” I shouted as I ventured deeper, only the thumb was outside of your pussy now. I was knuckles deep. And that thumb danced circles on that slick, evasive little thing that was your clit. “STOP WHIMPERING AND ANSWER ME!"

 With the sound of her body surrendering loud in her own ears, almost loud enough to drown out her wail of pain, Reno’s eyes rolled wildly back in their sockets. She had been bent to her limit and past, to where her curved spine let her look into the sadistic leer painting Rose’s face. Her voice halted and hitched as she was… played with. The pain was mind-shattering, and no sound she made could give voice to the pain. Instead, it found other ways of announcing its humiliation. She felt her bladder give, and a thin stream of piss erupted from between her legs, mingling with the water that thankfully washed it away. As humiliating as it was, at least she wouldn’t be in a puddle of her own urine. Her ear flared as the teeth clenched, and as they continued to play with their newly acquired ragdoll; threatening to do permanent damage to her rotator cuffs. When the pressure relaxed, she gasped in relief as her suffering dimmed to an ache… then exploded as she was dragged to her back by exhausted and weakened tendons. The smothering cunt and ass that eclipsed her view were almost welcome, they hid the involuntary tears of pain that blurred her vision. Then, between her legs, something big. Reno liked men and women. She’d fucked plenty of clients, the bigger the better. She’d had stallions that left her gaping and unsure if something was torn. But the ferocity of Rose’s fingers was something new, and she felt her slit scream as it was forced wide. She yowled with it, knees clamping shut despite that it was too late, trying to deny Rose what was already being taken. Her heels drummed again as she felt her slick nub pinned and pummeled without mercy. “GuHNNNNNN! HNNNNN!” Unwanted as it was, she could already feel the hand doing its job, forcing pleasure as well as pain on her, driving her toward the ultimate shame- a rape-induced orgasm.

Of course, no answer came from Reno, not intelligible ones anyway. This bitch was barely coherent now. Not that I could blame her, with a popped-out shoulder, beaten-out-of-commission body, broken finger, and fluttering pussy… she was just simply overwhelmed under me. Good. Writhe you slut, like the worm you are. Even after showering this dog down, I could tell that she still had a rather big mess between her thighs. With my nonstop fingering and clit rubbing, Reno was practically gushing out precum nonstop. "Tch! What happened to all the bravado and threats, hon? Weren't you planning on ravaging my cold, dead body?" I said, not even bothering to listen to her blabbering that she managed to force out from under my ass. I was just too preoccupied with how fast the orgasm was building up, even while she was in sooo much pain. Maybe she was a masochist too, not just a sadist. That would be a twist. Anyhow, even with how my claws raked across the smooth and slick surface of her inner walls, they still tried to catch and squeeze my fingers at every palm thrust and finger curling. "You are one horny pig, aren't you, huh? Even with a bleeding body and cunt, you are ready to squirt like a bitch in heat, how pathetic." Then once I felt her hip thrusting become more frantic… I slid forward and sat on her chest, or rather the large breasts. I pulled out my fingers with a wet POP from that gaping hole, and instead I reached under her thighs with both hands and then pulled them up towards me. I used my legs as leverage against the tiles and pushed against them while keeping pulling on those legs. That way, her heavy ass left the floor, and that ravaged hole was right in front of my face. Then I began eating her the fuck out.

Reno's toes curled in the air above me as I ravaged that swollen pussy with my tongue and teeth, further mixing the pain and pleasure to unbearable levels. Then once the mixed groans turned into clear moans, indicating that the pleasure took the lead and she was about to cum… I quickly get off her and turn around to face her upper body before pushing those legs even further up, right over her own face. From the outside, it looked like I was going for a folded missionary position, but with her ass still in the air, her own sex was in front of her face. If she were more flexible, or maybe if her spine were broken… hmmm, maybe later… then this pose would have enabled her to eat herself out. But this will work just as fine. I leaned forward, and my whole body weight pressed against her now C-shaped spine, then I quickly reached between us and her legs to build back up the nearly lost orgasm. It didn't take long until her juices came gushing right onto Reno's gasping face. But I wasn't done yet, so I reached further down, right between her legs, and grabbed her hair with my cum-stained fingers and pulled it upwards, forcing her long muzzle right against the source of her gushing shame. This move also turned her body in a near-perfect circle, with only her shoulders, arms and tail touching the ground. It was humiliating and painfull, yet I forced you to enjoy it a bit as well. I smiled as your parted, swollen mouth got filled with your own love juices. The cum stains, the blood, the swollen/drooling lips, the tears on your cheeks... my god... I swear I could rub one out as well, while looking at your filthy face.

Reno screamed into Rose's conquering cunt as her sex was defeated as surely as she had been. With each pump of the hyena's arm, she swallowed her practically to the wrist, her own hands fluttering uselessly against the tile floor. Then, air... Reno sucked in a lungful, only to release it in a brutalized yelp as she felt the slit-shattering girth of Rose's hand withdrawn, her legs twitching spastically. God, it HURT... She wondered if her pussy would ever be the same, and quivered bonelessly as she felt her legs pulled up, the ass mashing her breasts preventing her from drawing another full breath. New torture began almost instantly, slobbering lips sucking and licking at her swollen, oversized clit. Teeth tugged and nipped at her labia, and her legs kicked slowly like a pinned insect. She was close again almost instantly, her abused body no longer knowing how to react to the rape being visited upon it. "nnnn... nuhhhhh... NUHHHH!!!" She was crying openly now, the big girl now utterly beaten down into the small place inside her head where little pups go when they've been beaten too harshly. As if in response to her denial, she was bent further, each vertebrae feeling like it wanted to tear free of it's neighbor as fingers slapped her almost unrecognizable pussy... "NUUUUGHHHH! NUUUH! DON'T DONNNN'T!" The rest was swallowed in a scream as she felt her sex flex, spitting a streamer of her own juices as it clenched like a vice. Held in the pin, she twitched, the occasional sob leaving her as her mind descended into white static.

"Wow, you are indeed a loser." I said in a monotone voice as I watched this bitch cry like a newborn. So much for being a woman. Where was the fighter who almost finished me off in the changing room? Where did all that bravado go? I wanted to fight a fighter, not a scared kit! I let the legs drop, making the heels slam roughly into the hard tiles of the shower floor. Splashing cum, water, and the small remains of golden liquid all around. "Don't think I didn't notice you pissing yourself, you slut! At first I thought you had a paingasm, but—HEY! Who told you that you can pass out!?" I reach forward and slam Reno's head. Nothing. This slut was finished. "Oh darling… didn't want to hurt you THAT bad." I say with a fake concerned voice, and I lean forward and use my clawed finger to smear away the tears. Right before I mix it up with her blood as my claws dig in deep into the big bitch's cheeks, making fresh lines appear on her face, only red this time. But then, I saw the telltale signs of a body recovering. A finger twitches, a chest hitches, and a calf kicks. At first I was disappointed, like, how DARE this bitch start to wake up this soon after a finish like that?! But then, I just smiled. Yet it still made my stomach curl that I was becoming this bitch the further this went on. Sure, I built up my trainees by beating them down first, destroying them. But never their spirit, not fully at least. It was Reno who liked that. Who relished in her opponents losing their dream under her feet. That wasn't me; I was creating unstoppable fighters, not snuffing out their light at the first training session. Yet… with this fucking bitch… I saw the appeal. The total ownership over a body that was putting up such a force against me before, but now was nothing more than a sack of meat to be ravaged.

I slowly sit on top of her gigantic breasts and move my hands to Reno's throat and squeeze hard, VERY HARD, for a few seconds. "How does it feel? To be in your trainee's shoes, darling? Do you find it useful to be fucking owned like that?" The feeling of the Adam's apple fighting for survival almost made me want to ride your face and choke you to death by waterboarding you with my juices. But no. I wanted more from this bitch! I wanted her to try again! To fail again! To cry again as she releases all kinds of juices! "Grrrr… you are soooo lucky that ruining your career… if you even have that… doesn't serve my interest at the moment. I want you to get up, pop your shoulder back in, and come find me in the cafeteria! "I said as I saw her eyes slowly roll back into their original position once I let go of the choke and stood up. "If you are not there in 15 minutes, I am coming back here to finish you off! You hear me?" I say and lean forward once more, staring into her unfocused eyes.

"I... will... kill... you." I said with a dead serious voice. Normally, I wasn't a killer, but no one would miss this bitch, that's for certain. I would do the world a favor if I took out the trash. After a few seconds of watching Reno struggle to handle the pain, I leave this sack of tenderized meat behind, deliberately kicking into the limp, discloated arm as I go. When I arrive to the cafeteria, which was just down the hall, I just stare at the soda machine for a long while, not really knowing what I wanted. Everything I really wanted was trying not to pass out in the shower room behind me. So I just slammed an already bloody fist into the machine and decided that the first thing that I grab from amidst the broken glass and sodas will be my drink. *CRASH* The glass shatters, and I pick up a fallen-out Red Bull and press it to my aching breasts. That fucking terrier managed to kick me there before, and my breasts were rather red now. So the cold feeling on the bruised skin almost made me moan. Then I open the drink and start sipping it slowly, totally in peace, not expecting anyone to complain at this late hour about this mess. It was only me and that ugly bitch, still probably on the ground. With slow sips, I celebrate my incoming victory.

Helpless, humiliated, and still weak from the torture and orgasm, Reno's body twitched as she was strangled like a cheap whore in an alleyway. She blacked out, not for the first time... possibly for the last... The last words she heard were from those lips, inches from her own, telling her the most horrifying fact possible... She was powerless, and this might be the end... Her body twitched and fell still as her enemy dismounted. When she awoke, she was wrapped in agony. Laid upon the floor with her arms and legs spread, nude, bruised and battered... She moaned and tried to raise a hand to her face, only to scream as her shoulder pulsed agony. "oh bitch you bitch I'll kill you I'll fuckin' KILL you for this..." She had been broken in more than one way, it would seem, and the thought brought a hot wave of rage that filled the pit of her stomach. Sitting up with a cry, she fought to keep herself from being sick from the waves of pain washing through her. She turned to the wooden bench next to her, twisted her hips... Then rammed her shoulder against the bolted-down furniture. POP. The joint slipped back into place audibly, chased by a howling scream of pain that echoed down the hallway to where her foe was enjoying a cool drink; something to enjoy as she salved her own pains. A few moments later, another, louder... but also slightly weaker would follow it, drifting through the quiet gym like a ghost. In the shower room, Reno forced herself back to her feet, swaying. She lifted her arms, feeling everything loose and somehow 'wrong'. The joint had been tested badly, and the wrong kind of hold would leave her suffering all over again. She shuffled into the hallway, wheezing with pain that she fought to ignore. As she made her way to the cafeteria, she saw a dim light within it. They hadn't bothered to turn on the harsh flourescents, and the glow must be coming from the vending machines... kitchen equipment... It was appropriate that they die in the dark.

Shuffling through the doorway, Reno spotted them at the table, the hyena seeming to almost pointedly ignore her as she alternated drinks with soothing her bruises. There would be plenty of ways to sneak up on her, but Reno was never one for stealth. She wanted them aware of everything she was about to do, start to finish. "Enjoying your snack?" She flexed her arms again, wincing. "Don't tell me you're worried about going to hell on an empty stomach, bitch..."

I poured the cold bubbly water on my hot, bleeding face and used it as a makeshift shower. It poured down my half-naked body and seeped into parts of my furr, soothing my aching bruises and washing off the blood. That semi-dead bitch layed out in the shower room got a few lucky licks in, sure. But it was nothing compared to what I did to her. It had been sometime now since I left the drooling slut on the cold tiles. Did she pass out again? I wouldn't be suprised if she would be out for a nice long 12-hour nap, as her body tried to recover from all that abuse. Well, she wouldn't recover. I made that dog a promise after all. And she failed. "WHAAAAAAGHHH!" Heh, then maybe not. That sudden howling scream was so loud that it traveled trough the whole building. "Yeaah... suffer bitch." I said to myself, chuckling into my drink. I dug my fingers into my hair and combed it back to its place. Looks like round 2 was coming after all. If she managed to push trough the pain that is. And not just pass out from the pain again or try to run away. Not that it would really matter. I would catch up to that hurt slut soon. I was ready. I had been nicely refreshing my stamina and soothing my aches while she was sleeping of that rape and torture. Sure, she would be less tired on account of doing less fighting and resting more, but there was just no way this next upcoming fight would end any differently. The bitch was tough but--

 "Enjoying your snack?"

I crushed my drink a little when suddenly, her raw deep voice echoed around the large cafeteria, shaking my body to the core. I turned around and there she was. Standing behind me. The corridor lighting was behind her and I could only realy see her siluete. Which was rather imposing. But at least she was presented with my own demon-like appearance as the low light from the broken wending machine masked my expressions. While the harsh light from the hallways made my eyes glow towards Reno. And when I smiled, I would bet that my sharp canines gleamed in the light. "Well, well, well... I don't take you as someone who is honorable. After all, you did try to finish me off when I was down and defenseless. Hmm. Maybe I misjudged you. And you are even more stupid! You had a chance and you didn't take it! Or maybe you are scared~" I said to the black siluete before I slowly started walking towards it, throwing aside my drink and kicking a few chairs out of my way in the process. We both wanted to beat the other to a pulp.. and then some. I am not going to walk around furniture to delay that. I seriusly doubted this bitch can even throw a punch. So when I got close, a nice and clean question mark kick would send this bitch back where she belongs. Under my foot.

Perfect. Fucking PERFECT. An immediate rematch. No fear in her eyes, no sign that she understood she was in danger. No, she came to this fight overconfident and hungry for a win. And that would be the end of her. Reno didn't bother throwing a punch, the kick was fast, but not as fast as it would be from a fresh fighter. As it arced toward her face in a firm crescent, she ducked low shot forward, a classic takedown motion... But there the resemblance ended. "Honor? Bitch, I just want you to see the pain COMING!" Her left shoulder struck Rose's thigh and she wrapped an arm around it, then grunted as she stood up lifting their full body weight , her shoulder planted against their sex as she hoisted them high. Held in a 'One Winged Angel', Reno let them enjoy their elevated perspective for a moment, their head nearly scraping the ceiling. "So it hurts worse when you FALL!" Snarling, she tilted forward, aiming carefully for one of the fallen plastic chairs. As she spoke the final word, she brought the warm, struggling body down and forward... their lower back aimed squarely at the wedge of plastic and mettle the upturned seat presented. She couldn't wait to see which broke first, the chair, or the arrogant whore's spine.

The kick of mine was perfect. Legs extended, instep arched towards the target… The only problem was that it was slow. Well, at least slower than usual. All the punishment that this bitch managed to land on me through the fight was catching up to me. So when my foot grazed her ear instead of breaking her fucking jaw… I knew I was in trouble. I couldn't even retract my extended leg when this slut rammed her bulldozer body into me and got me hoisted up on her shoulders. My mound, which was puffed up from seeing this bitch in pain a moment ago, got squashed between my weight and her surprisingly stone-hard shoulders. But I couldn't pay attention to that pain, not while I knew that another one was about to hit me soon. I had a split moment to act; I knew what was coming. This bitch threw me down before, and I was turned into a twitching pile of fur. Only that time it was only her weight behind it. Now, it will be her whole upper body strength. I doubted I could count on the damage I caused to her shoulder joints to save me, so I tried to move the leg behind her body around her neck, grabbing my calf and tugging it close like I was attempting an awkward single-leg scissors hold. While my other arm hugged this slut's head close to my naked breasts. So when the blow came, it would prove to be a lot more awkward to fully apply that downwards spinning motion. I would have tried to land an elbow on top of her head, but I made the right decision not to. I simply didn't have time for an attack like that, as I was only up at that dizzying, terrifying height for like 2 seconds. Then… fireworks. It was strange; the room was fairly dark, yet I could swear someone turned on and off the lights like 10 times in rapid succession. Of course I knew what it was. My spine got decked so hard that the nerves sent fake signals to my rattled skull. A moment later, I screamed.

Only... no sound came from my mouth. My body felt limp; the only moving parts of me were my spasming legs, my back arching over something sharp, and the wide-open mouth of mine. It was a silent scream. She was right, it hurts so much worse when I know it's coming or what caused it. It actualy hurt so much that I just couldn't process it, nor really express my suffering with sounds, not without any air in my lungs anyway. Something was broken, that's for sure. It wasn't my back, as I could still feel my curling toes scraping the ground. It was probably one of my lower ribs… I just hoped that they didn't puncture a lung, because it fucking felt like they did. Especially since even after a good 3 seconds of me just gaping at the ceiling, I still couldn't breathe. It looks like the moves I made in that split second while I was perched up on her shoulders saved my spine. Or at least minimized the damage. But not NEARLY enough. Finally, after a few moments, my body rebooted and drew in a long breath, enabling me to let out the most fucking pitiful whine of my life, which lasted as long as I had the breath for it. It was soon accompanied by a single tear escaping my tightly shut eyes. This bitch actually broke me. I couldn't believe it. "I… s-should have fini… *COUGH* f-finished it… mghhh…" I said as I tried to reclaim some sort of pride by pointing out the obvious while still lying on top of that pulverized chair. It was the only thing I could do as I reeled from yet ANOTHER backslam of hers. She really liked to target my spine… and I could only just hope that she was still too angry with me to finish me off for real. It was a strange feeling, relying on someone's hate towards me, hoping that they want to extend their revenge and not just end things at the first opportunity. I wasn't out of the fight, but I needed a moment… or two… or several just to will my body to fight back.

The silent scream and writhing made her fucking DRIP. If she wanted to, she could waterboard this pathetic bitch in her panties right now. The feeble clinging Ross had managed was the only thing that saved her from permanent damage, but she had still felt something give inside of that tight little body when the impact came. Good. She stood there, watching for a moment, letting one hand slip down between her thighs to play with her clit as she watched them suffering. And then, that pathetic wine. Like a kicked dog that wished to be put out of its misery. Although she wasn’t aware of Rose’s wish, if she had been able to read minds, she wouldn’t be able to agree more; she wasn’t anywhere near ready to put an end into this fight. Stepping forward to where Rose was laying, still folded backwards, she removed her fingers from herself, feeling a string of her arousal between them. “Should have? Nonono… Then you’d miss all the fun that we’re about to have!“ she placed 1 foot on either side of their body, straddling them, then lowered her weight, planting her ass on their abs, right where she knew it would force the plastic and metal deeper into their tortured back. Then, she leaned forward, taking a fistful of their hair and dragging their head up. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re quitting already. I thought you were a fighter… Here, maybe you just need a little refreshment…“ her other hand smeared her juices across roses, lips and panting tongue, forcing her to taste her torturers arousal. “There, now you can know what a winner tastes like…“ Her hand gave them a vicious slap across the cheek, and her voice move from mocking and sweet to an angry bark. “PAY ATTENTION, BITCH.” The back of her hand, knocking that fucking pissy little face the other way. “YOU’RE DONE WHEN I *SAY* YOU’RE DONE. GET THE FUCK UP.” Standing, she reached down, wrapping one hand around each tit and sinking her fingers in deep, bruisingly so. Then, she lifted.

Hauling the hyena up by her breasts, her shoulders felt like they were ready to pop, but it was worth it to feel their weight dangling like hooked meat, supported only by her breasts. “ Look at you. Barely any tits, and a brain to match. How should I punish you for misbehaving back in the showers?“ her own exhaustion flaring for a moment, she tossed the hyena‘s body over one shoulder, their bodies pressed together as she brought a knee up between their thighs, crushing their sex. “Could finish off that spine of yours… break your arms and legs… dig my thumbs into your face until your blinded black… Maybe I should let YOU choose…”

I FELT the ground shake around me as the sadistic bitch stood over me. I forced open my eyes to look at that slut. Enabling me to catch a glimpse of her fucking FINGERING herself over my suffering. When I took a long wheezing breath to refill my lungs after that long whine... I literally saw her folds quiver and moisten over the labored, weak sounds I made. This woman was a torturer. If it wasn't obvious before, it was certainly now, especially after she was literaly dripping her arousal onto my broken body. I forced my mouth closed, not wanting to make her enjoy this moment even more. Then she sat on me. That giant slut had the audacity to rest on top of my body with her fat, naked ass. Naturaly, my back... which was still slightly arched thanks to the broken chair under me... did not fucking like it. My lips quivered for a second as I tried to muffle my suffering. But only for a moment, as I couldn't take it anymore. My muzzle was flung open so fast that it seemed like some unseen hand forced it open. Spitt flew up high in the air with all my breath with it. But before the red-ish saliva could even fall back on top of me like rain... my abuser grabbed my hair, lifting my face towards her, making me look into those soulles yet excited eyes of hers, before forcing her arousal-coated fingers right down my now open mouth.

“Mghhfff! Gkhh!" I tried to move my head left and right, even bite on that finger, but there was no escaping from this humiliating, painful position. I couldn't even breathe. Her weight was right on my diaphragm and stomach, so my chest couldn't move to draw in the air that was neceseary for fighting back. She was saying something, but I was fading to fast to hear her. My saliva poured at the side of my cheeks, while my eyes slowly started rolling backwards. At least until she withdrew her dirty fingers to literally slap me awake. My head was rocket to the side as far as the hairgrip would let it. Then she did it again, and I tasted copper in my mouth as that 'old' wound on my lips that she gave me in the changing room, reopened. Then the weight shifted. I drew in a long breath that was immediately used to scream my vocal cords raw when the bitch pulled me up by my naked breaths. They weren't impressive, yet she made them impressive when she nearly tore them off with that lift.

"...mmmMMMMGAAAH!! Y-you fucking whor-GHUUHH!!" My scream was suddenly overriden into a choked sob when her knee found my swollen pussy. Then. I came. In my defense, anything can be used as a source of stimulation. So, when someone is enjoying themselves too much, or takes body-to-body contact for nearly 30 minutes straight. Or just getting their most sensitive parts... stimulated... then accidents happen. It's not like it was unheard of for someone to jizz their pants during a fight. It certainly happened to me once when I chocked someone out. At least I could hide my groans and involuntary twitches back then, saying stuff like: 'Oh, I was trying to keep the hold on'. Or other bullshit like that. But it was different this time. Like it was hard to hide a squirt when a knee is pressed right against it, feeling the whole thing, before it got drenched. Also, it wasn't even a normal orgasm. No, we don't get that when getting beaten to a pulp. Instead, we get something called 'paingasm'. Which differs quite a lot from a normal orgasm. Like, that I don't get to enjoy it. Not. One. Bit. It's like this overwhelming wave that shakes you to the very core. It heightens your senses and makes the pain so much worse. Which, in return, fuels the paingasm. It's a vicious never-ending cycle that feeds into each other. Until the person experiencing it, in this case me, is left twitching and shaking.

Oh, and my reactions were just like that. I trashed around so hard that Reno must have thought that I was trying to escape because she held me against her gross body tighter for a second. But it was just my orgasmic shakes, my mind was nowhere near the fight. At least I was raking my claws deep into the flesh on top of her shoulder blades. It wasn't a voluntary attack to make her let me go, but based on the feeling of the tearing skin under the white furr, it should have been damn effective. My only luck was that I only squirted like 2 times, so I was quite far ahead in the recovery process. Oh, and one final thing about paingasm... they don't realy have that post-orgasmic high state. So, once it's over, the fighter is back in the fight if they are able. So I was more than happy to escape this awkward position by reeling my arm back, and blindly shooting it out towards this sluts throat. “Ghmm.. I choose.. breaking your fucking windpipe!”

Reno laughed as the battered bitch writhed on her knee. She felt something on her thigh... dampness... Oh... oh she DIDN'T. But she HAD, and Reno could only laugh harder as the watched Rose's eyes roll back in her head, pleasure forced on a body that had little else to give. "OH! OH, HOLY SHIT. You CAME? Awwww... Maybe that's it... maybe you want to be my girlfrie..." Her words were interrupted by Rose's defiant shout and a sudden motion from her right arm. It was badly aimed, but still it struck the soft spot. Reno's head filled with static and she let out a choked gasp as her body reflexively coughed out its wind. The big woman's reaction was instant and instinctive, a sudden shove backward sending the hyena back onto one of the tables as she massaged the sore spot on her trachea... "Oh... you BITCH. You've had ENOUGH foreplay." If there had been more strength and a better angle, Rose would have killed her then and there. But as it was, all it did was leave her with a rasping opponent who was even more intent on her destruction than before. Reaching out, Reno wrapped her hand around Rose's ankle and tugged, pulling her body from its perch and letting it land on the hard tile as she was dragged from the table, across the room to the flickering light from the vending machine. "Let's make it OFFICIAL, slut." Reaching down, took a grip on Rose's throat, squeezing like a vice. It would be SO easy to return the favor of bruising her windpipe, but Reno had other plans and pulled up short. Next, Four fingers slid into Rose's now slick snatch, forcing it wide almost to the point of tearing. Reno's thumb curled, pressing down on their nub... but it wasn't pleasure she had in mind. It was something FAR worse. The pressure increased, grinding their clit until it was nearly forced into retreat, getting a grip before... "Alley-OOP!" Reno lifted, pulling Rose's body from the floor by her cunt and throat, holding her aloft like a trophy.

She stood like that for a moment, swaying, nearly dropping them before she hurled them forward into the glass of the machine. With a brutal crash, it shattered, falling to the ground around the tortured frame of her 'girlfriend'. Slowly, Reno took a seat next to their semi-conscious form. One muscular thigh slid behind their neck, the biceps trapped underneath, putting them in a full nelson. The other was lowered across her hips, trapping her lower half. Now, their body lay open and exposed. Reno ran her fingers across the bruises that purpled their skin beneath their fur. Tits... abs... "Now, now... Hold still. You're not gonna want me to MESS. THIS. UP." Each of the last three words came with a punch to the shredded abs, each sinking almost deep enough to touch Rose's spine. Then, it reached to one side grabbing something. As she caressed Rose's cheek with one hand, almost lovingly, she raised the other. Light glinted from the shard of glass. "Shhhh. This'll only hurt for a little bit." Taking a grip on her hair, Reno lowered the improvised blade to one breast... and began to cut. One slow line down, a loop, and another diagonal made an 'R'. When it was done, she smirked, feeling them writhe and buck. "Can't just leave it at that, can we? People will think that means YOU, and that would just be silly..." A '+' followed, and another R. Blood painted their fur. The cuts weren't deep, but they WOULD scar. When she was finished, Reno lay the bloodstained blade next to their nipple. "Now, now... What do we think?" She angled it so they could see the reflection. "Do you LIKE being my girl? Or should I just... Remove it?" She slid the glass down, ready to slice their tit off if they dared do anything but confess their 'love' like a good pup.

My lips fluttered on those hard knees as she kept pressing it in, no doubt enjoying the squirts from between my swollen folds. At least my fist struck true, and she shut the hell up soon after. It was a shame that I didn't have the power at the moment to break her fucking windpipe. At least, it let me enjoy those guttural rasping sounds of hers, but not for long. She quickly shoved me off, making me land on one of the tables. In the back of my mind, I knew that this was the time to strike back, to finally end this one-sided beatdown from a bitch that I have ALREADY BEATEN! Yet, all I could do was protect my aching pussy by pulling my legs up and holding it with both of my hands. It was stupid, but it was like a primal instinct. I was just hurting too much to get back in the fight. But Reno wasn't one to care for any of those things like: 'your fighting partner's suffering'. She only had pain to give… and that's what she did. The bitch grabbed one of my pulled-up leg's ankles and dragged me off the table. Completely unnecessary, as I was about to roll off in my pained thrashing anyway. I don't much remember the landing, but when I came to, the table was already some distance away. I left claw lines on the surface of the tiles as I tried to get away. I was just about to tell her to stop fucking touching me when she silenced me with a firm choke. "Ghkk…hhgkkkk! " It wasn't suffocating to the point that my eyes rolled, but she certainly made it clear that she could end me, if she wanted. Part of me started to wish that she did…

but then my pussy was sudenlly STUFFED with her fingers. "GHHHKKK!!!" Despite the effective hold on my neck, I still managed to force a long-lasting, high-pitched groan out from my gaping, bleeding mouth. The soft, bruised skin nearly tore as her big hand was knuckles deep in my delicate sex. Stopping from going even deeper only by her own thumb. Her claws dig into my cervix, and I know that if she forces out another orgasm, there will be blood in it. I wasn't even aware that I had left the ground next; I just kept screaming and screaming. At least until my body crashed into the same vending machine I was raiding a few minutes ago. I fell down like a lifeless bag of fur, and with my fleeting consciousness, I still managed to suffer from the pain of having small glass shards embedded into my back. I soon started to bleed from various places… hips, shoulders, neck… vagina… as my limp body twitched on the dirty ground. I vaguely saw my tormentor approach me. Reno's foot crunched the glass into even smaller pieces, probably making her leave bloody footprints on the tiles, but she didn't seem to care. Not when she still saw me breathing. I was not sure what kind of hold she got me into next; all I knew was that I had another reason to cry like a newborn. At least until her large fists crashed into my torn-up belly muscles. I coughed up blood as the abdominal collapse made its presence known, just before I threw up some soda I drank earlier. Thankfully it was just a small amount, so it blended nicely with the flying spit that was being forced out of me with each dangerous punch. I was practically dying now. At least without medical assistance I surely would. But that relief was still far away. Her hands cupped my cheeks, and I flinched on instinct, whimpering pathetically as she gently touched me for the first time. That was short-lived, of course, as that sadistic dog started to fucking DRAW on my small breasts. I started bucking and thrashing with power I didn't know I had, but I didn't even make her falter. Nor make her mess up the drawing. I just hoped my fur would hide the pernament marks later, if there was a later... I hoped that after this, she was done... I hoped that I would pass out soon and wake up like all this was just a bad dream. "FUUUUCCKKGHHK" I screamed once more as she just kept on scarring. "N-no! STOP! PLEASEEE!" I couldn't believe what I was saying. Tears ran down from my eyes from the pain and the shame. "I...I...I love it, please god…" I countined, breaking down into a pathetic cry at the end. I felt like giving up. Maybe I already did, with my cries and my cum on her leg… but I still held on to the flicker of hope that I still could beat her. That the damage I did to her would hinder her fighting abilities in the long run. "GHKKM… Just… let me go! Let me get up SO I CAN SHATTER YOUR FUCKING SKULL!" I screamed like a rabid yeen. I tried to channel my pain, my shame, and my exhaustion into rage. It was all I had really... the hate…