Naked Women's Wrestling League
Established: 2026-03-15
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Carmen_Rae: Mr Announcer keeps babblin on, tryin to make the vendors some cash: "As Rae takes a break from eating Kam's kakes, why not take a stroll 'n check out the cakes for sale from Benny's Bakery? We also have a fine selection of funnel cakes, rice krispy treats, cotton candy - " pretty much everyone's tuned him out now as I go over to the fountain drink dispenser nearby 'n grab a cup, puttin some ice 'n Mountain Dew, givin it a chug as some guy comes up with a phone, prolly streamin. "Crisp. Caffeinated. SUGARY. Everythin a teen girl needs to help fuel her ass-beatin 'n -eatin journey to NWWL gold!"
Kamryn_Klein: When you finally pull yourself off of me I gasp as I feel your tongue retract and pull out of my pucker with a wet audible pop. My body unfolds and my boots hit the concrete and I just slowly roll over onto my chest.. laid out... eyes open....my back muscles slightly flexed and ass cheeks on display for the entire place. Looking up and forward as one of Tay's drone cameras slowly lowers and just hovers a few inches off the ground capturing the state of me after that pin and fierce orgasm.
Kamryn_Klein: 
Kamryn_Klein: my hips and thighs rest in a puddle of my sticky cum.... and I just lay there... not even trying to move yet... focusing on breathing and recovering. my rim stretched and the phantom of your tongue still beating around inside me booty hole. Sarah stands over me counting the seconds away. TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE!
Kamryn_Klein: I can't see what's happening behind me... some dudes taking pics and video of my ass...closeups of me wrecked and recovering on the floor. murmurs between the fair goers... wondering if I am okay... wondering if I am going to beat the count. "Get up Kammy!" "Come on Kammy Girl, You gotta get up!" "BEAT DA PISS OUT DAT BITCH CUZ!" ....GAWD why hasn't security tossed my creepy cousin out yet! ....SEVENTEEN, EIGHTEEN, NINETEEN!
Kamryn_Klein: And past the crowd your posing like your in some kind of lewd soda commercial... chugging away at that nasty syrupy drink and showing off your battered but still incredibly sexy body to a collection of existing and new Rae Bae fans, male and female, who are just drooling over you after that comeback you just pulled off.... AND OF COURSE you are drinking Mountain Dew... the official fuel of Hicks and Hillbillies! TWENTY TWO, TWENTY THREE! TWENTY FOUR!
Kamryn_Klein: I push my palms against the mat and my biceps coil as I push myself up, dragging one knee under me and then the other. Slowly pushing back to my feet... still breathing...still feeling aftershocks of that orgasm with my cooling cum running down my thigh. Sarah looks me in the eyes and nods and I nod back...running a hand through my wet hair and tossing over my shoulder as I turn my attention to you... raising my hands in front of me.. keeping my palms open. waving you back toward me as I stand my ground...well... actually taking a few steps to the right so I don't risk slipping in the puddle of my discharge if you rush me!
Carmen_Rae: Don't think I'm not keepin an eye on ya. Sarah's countin is hard to hear over the crowd, half of em screamin for ya to get up before the 30-second mark, half of em markin out for me now. Someone slips me a few ibuprofen that I down with a big gulp of Dew - hey it's a No DQ, Nor Sonic, Hardcore Ironwoman Falls Count Anywhere Anytime match, so offerin completely legal pharmaceuticals is - completely legal! So's accepting em! Ya sure take yer time gettin up - smart, especially for a blonde - soakin up most of those precious seconds of recovery time.
Carmen_Rae: Same time, so'm I, 'n guess what: I got painkillers, I got caffeine, 'n most important, I got a SUGAR RUSH. Feelin the Dew sizzle thru my nerves, firin me up, my dark eyes light up with energy as ya finally get up at 25, Sarah signalin for us to get back to it. Ya get yer hands up, palms up, wavin me in as ya sidestep the puddle coatin the concrete right next to ya. Someone throws down a "BUTT SLUT" Kam K tshirt to soak up some of the juices, before swipin it back up. We def attract some weirdos here, but they're our weir - wait isn't that yer cousin?
Carmen_Rae: We're kinda at a stalemate, or what we call here in America an "American Standoff" - yer over there, I'm over here. Neither one'a us is movin. Just to rub it in, I pour a lil more Dew in my cup 'n take another drink. "Thirsty?"
Carmen_Rae: "Yeah." Mr Announcer. And the crowd. Even the folks at home - yepper they're all our weirdos.
Kamryn_Klein: I growl...a low rumbling in my throat that no one else is going to hear...especially not with the way this crowd is carrying on. Watching as you refill your paper cup and dramatically lift it to your lips...throwing your head back and just reveling in winning that last fall. I push off my right foot - arms down at my sides now and swinging as I break into a sprint... my boots kicking up dust on the concrete floor as I show off my speed. I used to run track in high school, long distance sprinting was my thing. and now even with my ass aching and legs sticky and slick with nectar I am showing that I still have that speed...especially when I need it... especially when the endgame is levelling the girl at the finish line.
Kamryn_Klein: Charging at you full steam and hoping to catch you off guard... I step and leap off my left foot.... launching myself in the air and turning ...spreading my arms and legs as I try to smash you into the soda fountain with a flying naked body splash
Carmen_Rae: Ya come chargin in, 'n I am stunned, shocked, n' appalled.
Carmen_Rae: - that ya think I spent my whole entire - if short so far - life on a farm 'n didn't learn to recognize over a decade ago what a mad cow what's about to charge, looks like. Eyes white, nostrils flared, pawing the ground, even with the crowd's murmur ya can hear 'n feel the poundin of those hooves - sorry boots! naw not really sorry - on the concrete. All that's missin is the roarin "MOOOOOOO!" as ya cross the distance between us with an alacrity that startles some of the crowd, but not me. Ya might not weigh most of a ton, but yer barrelin like it as ya put everythin ya got into roarin my way. Then, unlike a cow, ya launch.
Carmen_Rae: Yer blonde mane streams behind ya as ya float through the air, 'n here's where we do the slow-mo bullet time thing where I drop, lettin gravity yank my 96lbs right outta the way as ya sail overhead, hand 'n nails makin a big clawin swipe at me as ya drift on by -
Carmen_Rae: - 'n SPLOOOSH right into the table with the fountain drink machine 'n juice machine. Thankfully someone [ahem] had the foresight to put the coffee 'n hot drink dispenser back in a storeroom earlier tonight so the only thing gettin scalded right now is yer ego.
Carmen_Rae: Mr Announcer swings in as I push up to my boots, feelin GOOOOOD with that ibuprofen 'n Dew coursin through my veins. So good, that I grab the mic 'n do a lil commentatin for him: "That's the sweetest she's been in a while." It gets a few laughs, yer cousin tryin to scoot past security to "help" ya up 'n prolly some "cleanup" too.
Kamryn_Klein: I am sailing through the air with a look of determination on my face that quickly turns to a look of "Oh Shit!" When you "Samoa Joe" your way to the right...cup of Dew still in your hand. Meanwhile I hit the soda and juice machines with a loud BANG of flesh hitting hard plastic. The impact busting the nozzles on the machines and syrup and carbonated water begin to spray everywhere as I fall back to the floor with a heavy wet smack. Rolling over to my side and clutching my back as I raise my face up...wearing an pained expression as I just get hosed down by all the forms of Pepsi, Dew, and Minute Maid you can imagine. Using one elbow to try and drag myself away... legs and boots dragging and kicking at the soda slicked floor as I move to recover and put some distance between us.
Carmen_Rae: Naw not Samoa Joe, more like Missouri Nope, just kinda meltin outta the way 'n lettin ya land where ya land. Unfortunately, my cup of Dew is a casualty in all this too, 'n as I get back up, my sweaty dark hair frames my face. It's just dead calm. Emotionless. Seriously-serious - like Orange Cassidy when his glasses get knocked off. If I had pockets right now oh yep, my hands, they'd be goin in em. I don't, so I'm just gonna have to turn YOU into pockets for em.
Carmen_Rae: Ya scuffle 'n scramble yer way outta the river of sugar 'n soda water, tryin to put some distance between us. My heavy boots just stomp the concrete, one step at a time, like a Terminator hunting, with a target lock on you. Closin the distance, I go for somethin a lil unusual 'n swing my left boot aimin for the inside of yer left shin, hopin to nail the inside of yer calf to distract ya 'n numb yer leg, get a lil debuff to yer mobility goin there.
Carmen_Rae: Mr Announcer follows along: "Not to worry folks, NOT TO WORRY. The beer garden is still open until 2am for all your hydration needs!"
Kamryn_Klein: I am slowly dragging myself away...my sweaty naked body picking up dust and dirt from the floor as I slide along the concrete. I turn my head and look behind me to see you slowly marching at me. Like a Hot as Fuck female Michael Myers stalking her prey. I let out a groan and try to move faster... watching helplessly as you lift and then plant your heavy treaded boot down into my calf. my momentum stops... elbow slips...and I toss my head back as I howl in pain and feel the tingling sensation race up my leg.
Carmen_Rae: STOMP. Ya scream, the crowd even backin up 'n wincing as that shoulda sent a painful nerve jolt straight up yer leg 'n hopefully makin it a lot less useful for the next couple mins. No more chargin heifers here for a bit. Ya like workin hair, so I stalk up left alongside ya, bendin over to give the crowd a great view - yep my cakehole is still a gapehole thanks to you - as I grab yer hair with my right hand, 'n yer left arm with mine, lookin to twist yer wrist to keep yer arm straightened out 'n avoid any of that elbow-poppin into boobs unpleasantness that I gave ya earlier. Don't want ya stealin any ideas after all.
Carmen_Rae: Pullin ya up, 'n steerin ya toward the vendor area, there's a satisfied lil smirk on my lips. "Feelin a midnight snack, Kammy Kakes?" as we march over to where corndogs are restin, slowly rollin under a heat lamp. Twistin yer arm a lil more to guide ya round the side of the table 'n face yer back toward him. "One please!"
Carmen_Rae: He pauses, "Uhm, sure. Yer hands are kinda full, where ya want it?"
Carmen_Rae: Dark eyes meet his, the smirk turnin to a sweet smile as I glance down at yer backside. "Dealer's choice."
Kamryn_Klein: I let out a little yelp as your hand returns to my hair and your fingers scratch at my scalp as you grab a handful of wet and sticky blonde mane and give my roots a sharp tug. At the same time, my wrist gets twisted and arm extended out and back - taking away any chance of fighting back as you march us deeper into the makeshift food court. We stop at a tent with a banner hanging from it reading "Walt's Big Wieners" and you order up a "Wonder Wally" sheepishly smiling at the man when he asks where you want it. He looks embarrassed by your response... his cheeks turning a shade of red and he looks to the left and the right... trying to gauge the audience as a chorus of voices scream their preferred placement of the wiener.
Kamryn_Klein: Meanwhile I am shaking my head as much as I can with your strong grip on my hair... my eyes wide with panic... "NUH! Please Mister....Don't" Twisting side to side as I try to twist free... but you've got the upper hand and the better position... so instead I am just swinging my B's back and forth in front of this guy as I shout "PLEASE...NUUUH"
Kamryn_Klein: I stomp my feet and I am starting to panic. my eyes wide as I plead with the vendor... my left arm aching as I twist away from you and try to tug it free with no success. "PLEEEAAAA....MMMMMFFFF AAAAACCCK" This time as I open my mouth to beg his mercy the asshole vendor flashes me a devilish grin and stabs the sausage into my mouth...forcing the greasy footlong past my tonsils and down my throat. I begin to cough and gag... feeling the hot link tickle the back of my throat. To add insult to injury the bastard begins to pump it in and out of my mouth.. throat fucking me with the Wonder Wally as the crowd lets out a collective "OOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!"
Carmen_Rae: Course I shoulda figured he'd go the "safe" route 'n face-fuck ya with it. Keepin a tight grip on yer head as ya try'n shake 'n wiggle free, beggin him not to do it, I'm just tryin ta hold ya still so the target ain't movin as much! He jams it in there, 'n there's some gaggin 'n gluck type sounds comin outta ya now as the greasy-meat-on-a-stick slicks its way past yer tonsils. "If ya want things done right," sayin it loud enough for him to hear, followed up by "gimme yer other hand!" He does, 'n I wrap 'n twist yer hair around his free hand, to keep ya held in check - 'n in place too! - while I go get two more corndogs.
Carmen_Rae: Circlin round behind his table, I get two more, one in each fist, 'n blow on em comically hard - back 'n forth - as I come back round to where he's still rammin that hotdog up 'n down - up 'n down - up 'n down yer throat. After a couple more big bad wolf type huff 'n puffs, they're cool enough - I think! - for what I got planned. After all, this's supposed ta be hawt, not scalding hot! While he's hangin on to yer hair, I drop in at yer left side, on my knees as I go to stuff the left-hand corndog past yer shaved slit, the right one goin between those curved Kammy kakes, tryin to stuff all yer holes!
Carmen_Rae: "What's Rae doin with those - oh. OH. OHHHH! " Mr Announcer sounds pretty shocked - guess he's never seen a girl cornholed by corndogs before!
Kamryn_Klein: 
Kamryn_Klein: I'm covered in sweat and sticky syrupy fountain machine soda. Moaning and whimpering and just barely shaking my head as I look at the hot dog vendor with wide pleading blue eyes. You hand over the leash of blonde hair to the wiener slinger and eagerly takes over...grabbing the handful of wet blonde strands and giving them a sharp tug that makes me groan. With his other hand still gripping the sausage he continues to push it deep down my throat and then out as he settles into a rhythm. Years forming at the corners of my eyes as I am being humiliated in front of the home town crowd. I weakly raise my hands and push at him...grabbing for his wrist and then letting out a muffled cry as he tugs my hair again.
Kamryn_Klein: You turn your attention back to me presenting a steamy corn dog in each fist as you present them to the crowd like you are holding sparklers on the 4th of July. My eyes suddenly even wider and filled with panic as I protest with grunts and moans. "UNNUH!!!! NNNN, NNNNN" The smile on your pretty face is devilish and playful at the same time. You are clearly enjoying being in full control of this match.
Kamryn_Klein: I shudder as I feel the tip of one corn dog pushing past my labia... the arm rough texture of the breaded shell massaging the sensitive inner walls. My tummy puffing as I breathe sporadically through my nose. A moment later the second deep fried dog breaks through my clenched pucker and intrudes into the tight dark tunnel between my cakes. A deep scream rises up from my throat and I bite through the sausage in my mouth, gnashing my teeth as the tip of the meat falls to the ground between us. As I scream the other half of the sausage shoots from my mouth and hits the sausage vendor in the chest... and now I am just moaning and crying into the hot humid air as you push both dogs deeper into my holes. My knees buckle... my body trembling and B's jiggling. "uuuuhhh yoooouu...BIIIIIIIIIIITCH!"
Tiffany-Wrestles: "Poor Kam!!" I groan watching Kam's poor holes being stuffed. I take a step forward, as if to help her, only to stop a few steps away. This is between her and RaeBae, I shouldn't be getting in their way. But I'm soo rooting for Kam. In the end, I settle in just behind the food vendor, giving Kam what I hope is a reassuring smile. "Come on Kammy! Don't let a corndog get the better of you!"
Carmen_Rae: Right now yer gettin tag teamed by Wally the Wonder Wiener dealer 'n me - "Triple penetration with food, folks, yer seein it here first on NWWL!" NOT Mr Announcer, naw, that's me, tho I cut myself off as Tiff moves in, dark eyes watchin her for any sign of interference. All she's doin right now is watchin, 'n encouragin Kam, but she still gets a hard-eyed glare: "You 'n me got business to attend to later." My shoulders 'n arm muscles slide under my skin like cables, showin off the Farm Fresh tone as they work the corndogs back 'n forth in yer two lower holes - shovin deep in yer babyworks as the other one pulls almost outta yer cakehole, 'n then reversin course, see-sawin yer holes!
Carmen_Rae: "How much can Kam take?! Rae is really hotdogging here with this - Sarah does this count as a submission hold?" Mr Announcer asks.
Carmen_Rae: She sidles in, thinkin a sec, "It could count as a sexmission hold, yep! I'll be watchin for Kam to tap, since she won't be SAYING she submits!" That gets a chuckle from the crowd.
Carmen_Rae: Lookin up, keepin Tiff in the corner of my eye while watchin yer bod move, legs tremblin, blue kneepads highlighting that lil wobble in ya legs as I just punish yer holes with warm gooey "compressed meat product in breading"! ha!
Kamryn_Klein: My knees are giving out and I would fall to the ground if Mr. Wally Whats his Nuts wasn't keeping me upright by my hair. I continue to whimper...we eyes finding Tiffany as she appears behind the man. I raise my arm and reach - extending my hand as if I am trying to tag out to her. My arm trembling before it drops to my side...to weak and overwhelmed to keep it held out. Not that I could tag out anyway...Nuh... But right now I am on my way to a brain scrambling orgasm as my hips swing back and forth with each shift of momentum from the breaded dogs punching deep into my holes.
Kamryn_Klein: My juices are soaking into the breading, my legs quaking, body shaking, throat raw from the sausage as I moan and gasp. There's a few others in the large crowd aside from Tiff still cheering me on to make some sort of comeback but most of them are just watching with their mouths agape as is this spectacle plays out in front of them. As the breading becomes oversaturated and my honey begins to run down my inner thighs it becomes clearer I am NOT going to be fighting my way out from this.
Tiffany-Wrestles: "Hey! That doesn't count!" I shout at Sasha as she allows Rae to move carry on with her antics. I take another step closer to you girls. Kam's hand reaches out to me and I extend mine in return, not really thinking about it. Our fingertips brush and I start to move in closer, but stop quickly before reacting, realizing that's not allowed. I look at Carmen, my eyes meeting hers. "You'll have face some serious consequences payback for this." I snarl before turning to Kam, who's been reduced to a leaking mess. I bend over, close to her level, screaming at her, "Hold out Kammy!", though I know she's already too far gone.
Carmen_Rae: There's a diff feel - I can feel it when the dogs push in 'n out of ya, breadin startin to crumble 'n fall out from between Kam's lips 'n cakes as the greasy meat mixes with leaky juices, makin a tasty mess that drips down the insides of her thighs. Tiff comes in, tryin to rally Kam, promisin consequences 'n gettin an eyeroll in return: "Promises, promises. We'll see if ya can deliver in the ring someday soon!"
Carmen_Rae: Smirkin a lil as I refocus on Kam, the tremblin, hitchin breath, moanin 'n groanin would-be champ - more like "wanna-be chump" - of the NWWL as she shakes like the ground around Old Faithful before makin the big eruptin geyser that'll slick the cool concrete floor with sweet greasy juices. I wouldn't be surprised if some'a the crowd follows along behind us to slurp up some of the puddle! "Come on Kam - cum 'n submit! Ya know ya wanna-" lettin that last part trail off sing-song-y, a lil saccharine sweetness helpin coax ya over the edge, just cum, it'll feel better!
Kamryn_Klein: I barely acknowledge Tiff and and Carmen tossing threats back and forth as the tension gets even thicker in the air around us. I can barely focus on anything as the fuse inside my brain is burning down to the orgasmic detonation. The breading from the corn dog has crumbled away and naturally worked its way out of my pussy and ass...and now I can feel the smooth greasy casing of the thick wieners against plunging deep inside me and rubbing against my insides.
Kamryn_Klein: My eyes meet Tiffany's as she speaks to me in a confident husky voice - urging me to hold on. My blue eyes still wide and panicked. Behind me Carmen's encouraging me to submit and to succumb to this wild sexmission. Her Midwest accent thick. Her words drilling deep into my psyche.
Kamryn_Klein: Suddenly I go Rigid and then lurch forward. My kitty boiling over as I unleash my orgasm. Thick cream spraying our around the corn dog and spattering the ground... running down my thighs like rivers. The last bits of sausage falling from my mouth as I let out a loud long moan. Impaled on each side by plump warm greasy meat...my body shuddering as I am just rocked by the explosion. My hand shoots out...waving my submission as I am unable to speak... motioning for Sarah to call it quickly and give me some relief.
Carmen_Rae: Ya erupt, juices jettin out from around yer slit as yer whole body shakes 'n shudders, like an explosion went off inside ya - 'n I guess relatively speakin, it did! Yer hand shoots out, waving 'n tappin a sexmission as Sarah moves in, callin it! If ya think I'm lettin up tho, ya got another O cummin! That just encourages me to tighten my grip 'n pump yer holes viciously, hopin to score a second quick O from ya before Sarah counts up a DQ fall!
Carmen_Rae: Mr Announcer sets off a bell sound on his megaphone, "That's a sexmission folks! Rae is up now, 2-1 in falls, but we still got plenty of time 'n match left! Since - er - since the fountain drinks got destroyed, head on over to the beer garden if yer needin some refreshment!"
Carmen_Rae: "Ooooh, beer? That's not a bad idea! Let's go Kammy!" Forgettin about the 30 sec rest rule, I just jam the corndogs deep in yer holes 'n get up, stayin bent over as I try 'n use the meat-on-a-stick to drive ya forward toward the crash doors!
Carmen_Rae: "HEY!!! STOP!" Sarah's tryin for commanding, but it comes across more as whiny, 'n I just ignore her. "YA GOTTA LET HER GO! I'm not countin another fall till you do!" I just shrug, it's like that meme: "Yer terms are acceptable", 'n I keep goin! Another O maybe, 'n headin toward the beer garden? That's two wins fer the price of one!
Tiffany-Wrestles: "No!!! Kam!!" I see that look in Kam's eyes, she's trying to resist Carmen's taunts coming incessantly from behind her. I try to drown them out, but it's already too late for that. This was a humiliating submission, I can hear the crowd gasp watching Carmen toy with their home girl. I'm seething, though there's still that little nagging at the back of my head stating the obvious - watching Kam being worked over like this is way too sexy to keep the crowd at her side for long...
Kamryn_Klein: I am leaning forward as much as I can with my hair still being held by Mr. Wally -who is sporting his own dog under his jeans btw- waiting for you to pull the dogs from inside me so I can get some relief. But that wish quickly evaporates as you begin to quickly piston the wieners on sticks inside my holes and I let out another throaty moan. tossing my head back as another quick orgasm follows the explosive one. Squirting for a second time....spraying cum showers to the ground and over my boots just as Sarah calls the round for you putting you up 2 to 1 in this brutal Iron Woman match.
Kamryn_Klein: Finally the grip on my hair is released and I fall to my knees as I fold forward...wet hair sticking to my face as I hang my head... waiting for the 30 second rest break to begin so I can rest and try to get my head back into the right place. But, there's no relief in sight. You drop to one knee beside me with your hands still tightly holding the sticks of the corndogs and bark for me to get up. My hands pressed to the floor Infront of my as I desperately try to catch my breath.
Kamryn_Klein: "Let's Go Kammy!" - It's not an invitation...its a command. And you begin to slowly pump the corn-less dog deeper into my ass to force me to crawl forward on hands and knees before pushing and and twisting the wiener inside my vag like a lever to force me up. I stagger and stumble along as you turn us towards the crash doors as I am being controlled like a puppet by a vicious puppet master.
Kamryn_Klein: "L....Let go..." I quietly plead as we head toward the crash doors...you looking like your well on your way to becoming the first champion and me looking nothing like the proud and confident number one contender who entered the ring at the start of the right.
Carmen_Rae: Sarah finally intercedes 'n throws herself in front of the crash doors. "LET. HER. GO!" It's a lil more fierce 'n forceful this time, as she stands there, legs spread, arms crossed over bare breasts, clearly not wantin me to take ya another step. "Fine, whatever. I could use a snack anyway." As hard as those corndogs were gettin jammed up yer holes a sec ago, they get yanked out just as hard the opposite direction!!! Hopin that drops ya to yer knees, maybe juices ya up one more time, or at least puts ya back on the edge, as I step back 'n take a taste test: the left, fresh from yer babyworks, is sweet 'n bright, with notes of honey 'n vanilla. Chew, swallow, bite from the right one that was up yer cornhole: it's darker, saltier, with notes of roasted coffee 'n caramel. They're both good, so I just alternate bites between the two as I saunter around ya, black boots clompin on the cold concrete.
Carmen_Rae: "Local girl Kam lookin to be in big trouble here as Farmin Carmen gets a late-late-late night snack!" Mr Announcer doin his best to add a lil color.
Kamryn_Klein: You yank the the dogs out of my holes just as violently as you crammed them in and an electric jolt runs through my reproductive system as I drop to my knees in front of you. The chants have started all over again... a loud collective "CARMEN-RAE!!! CARMEN RAE!" battling it out with my friends and fans shouting an encouraging "FIGHT ON KAMRYN!!!" "LETS GO KAMMY!"
Kamryn_Klein: My head handing low between my shoulders.. my back slowly rising and back muscles flexing as I breath. When I finally lift my head to look up at you with my blue eyes...they look darker...an edge to the them that is rarely seen - brow creased. I glare at you as you make a dramatic display of eating the aromatic dogs. licking the wieners and sucking my essence from them. I take my time...collecting as much strength as I can as I kneel at you your feet...and just as you take another bite and begin to chew I cock my right fist back and swing forward...putting everything I have behind a punch aimed at your lower abdomen just above your slit... turning in toward the punch with enough force to carry my naked body forward off my knees.
Carmen_Rae: I'm eatin up the cheers, the dogs, 'n the fact that yer doubled all the way over on the concrete at my feet, feelin pretty good about this moment despite the aches, pains, 'n cool feelin in my cornhole since ya busted my backdoor with that first fall. Right now, tho, I'm feelin pretty electric, 'n not payin attention to the pout-o-gloom on yer face as I take the last couple bites of deep fried, Kam-coated, processed meat food product off their respective sticks.
Carmen_Rae: Then yer fist lands, hard, sendin a sick woozy wave thru my uterus - "OOOF-PTHEW!" it knocks wind outta me 'n sends the last bites of corndog screamin outta my lips - the cameras catch it 'n I'm sure this part'll be in slow-mo: the two corndog ends, both with creasy knotted ends that look like tight assholes, spin thru the air in a straight line, like giant fleshy BBs shot from an air rifle.
Carmen_Rae: The target? yer forehead! They both nail ya dead center in the middle of the forehead, pingin off in diff directions to skitter across the concrete floor - all before my hands even come down to hold where the ache's spreadin - undulating thru my uterus 'n outward to my ovaries. That one hit, like a rock shot from a cannon, doubles me over, mouth wide, 'n all I gotta say about it is "oowwwwwwwww."
Kamryn_Klein: The bits of half chewed 100% beef franks bounce of my sweaty forehead and fall to the ground as my fist sinks into your flat tummy and then retracts as you double forward...your mouth wide open and groaning in pain from the blast to your belly. I am already in motion to follow through...pushing up from my knees... leaning forward with my left arm drawn back and then swinging it forward as I rise - aiming to drill your jaw with a forearm uppercut to stand you back up again. Shouting as I just try to lay into you. "RRRAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Carmen_Rae: The audience is shocked for a sec, just as shocked as me rilly, tiny As pushed into micro-mounds on my chest as my hands try to massage the deep ache away! Dark hair is sweat-plastered to my shoulders, making a kind of curtain that limits my vision - but perfectly frames the view of ya powering up off yer boots 'n that big forearm comin straight at my jaw, gettin bigger - bigger - bigger - big-WHAM! it spins my head to the right, hair swinging 'n a spray of sweat misting the air. I'm rocked. Shocked. 'n start to stumble back, turnin as I try'n put some distance between us.
Carmen_Rae: You 'n Sarah are between me 'n the door, so I'm turnin deeper into the food displays 'n vendors, right hand trailin along the tables, left hand rubbin my uterus, the crowd followin along, most of them in the "LET'S GO KAMMY" mode now.
Carmen_Rae: "Gotta crack a few eggs to make a Carmenlette!" Mr Announcer's joke gets some groans from the crowd.
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Published: 2026-09-12, viewed 50 times.
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