Punished Jobbers - Detailed Destroyers!

I was still pretty much a rookie in this intergender fight league and so was my ex. Both of us had a pretty decent record til now, before every match she used to help me prepare which was fun while it lasted. The reason for the breakup, I’d rather not disclose. After breakup I stated studying my opponents and preparing for the match on my own. However today was different, this was first the first time I was setup against an anonymous opponent. I couldn’t do any research or study them, all I could do to prepare is hone my skills. So that’s what I am doing today in my locker room. Standing tall at 5’11 and 170 lbs in my black briefs, flaunting my abs while I punch the sandbag. I get surprised when I hear a knock on the door, as there was still some time before the match. Taking a towel I wipe the sweat off and walk up to the door, opening it to check who’s on the other side.

 

 I was angry. Normaly I wouldn't do something as stupid as this but I just couldnt help myself. Its been a few months now that my tag partner, a.k.a. you, decided to fight alone. You always thought you were better than me. Today.. that will change. I challanged you to an animous fight. Where the fighters don't know each other beforehand. Of course, with my connections I could arange that I will be drafted against you. I wasn't some crazy popular fighter, but having a father in the CEO circle sure had its benefits. Some of wich will be used to fuck you up. It was forbiden to engange fighters beforehand but.. yeah, CEO father, remember? So I grabbed some of my girlfriends who already had a grudge against you, and headed right to the locker rooms where you were residing until our match starts. I knocked on the door and there you were, the same sexy body I used to cum my brains out on. I almost felt bad about what was going to happen here. Oh well, I planned to do worse in the ring, so I guess it was fine. "Hey darling." I said with a barely hidden anger in my voice, while my girls entered the room from behind me. "Looks like you are ready to fight, do you know who are you fighting by chanche?" My friends spread out, circling you just enough to make the space feel smaller. I enter the room too, and close the door. Then point to myself after my last sentence.

 I open the door, thinking who could be at this moment. Then my eyes widen as I see you standing outside the door, not alone but with a few girls of the league. I genuinely get confused seeing all this. “U-um hey..” I reply walking back into the locker room, having an eerie gut feeling. Your voice seems angry and the girls entering my room only sets up more panic inside me. “Yeah I was just practicing.” I reply and see the girls surrounding me. I feel small even though I was bigger than every girl in here. I know what this is, I know what’s going to happen but my mind isn’t ready to accept that this could happen. This is against the rules, but your dad is in the CEO circle after all. Still I can’t believe you would set this up. I take a look at each of the girl you brought, they were all my past opponents against whom I had scored a win. My eyes widen and you confirm my suspicions as you point at yourself, letting me know that you are indeed my opponent for tonight. You set this up from the scratch. Not gonna lie, I was kinda impressed. But I need to protect myself. I am a boxer, a rookie but boxer nonetheless, but due to the numbers, I don’t think I could win this. Getting my guard up I look at you, trying to sound confident “You know this is illegal yes? You’re not supposed to be here.” I try to calm the situation by talking, I would rather not make the first move. I assess the girls and breathe hard, adrenaline pumps through my body as I try to keep you distracted with the talk. “You still have time, get out before I call security” I warn.

I can feel how your attention is devided up between us. Your gaze darts left and right but you can't keep an eye on everybody, as my girls and me sorround you, like hungry hyenas, ready for a kill. At least you know whats coming for ya, based on your ready guard. Back then I never would have imagined that I will order a 'hit' on you. But after how you left... you are lucky that I made sure things won't spiral out of control here. You will need some ice, maybe a nap, sure. But you won't miss your apointment to your next beating in the ring. Someone would call this a coward's move. But I was SURE that I would win against you either way, so why not make you look like a fool when they see us fight against each other the first time, and they see just how much a loser you are by not surviving even the first round against me. They will never know that I 'softened' you up beforehand. The security won't make a move against the girl whos father pays their bills, nor the community will believe you. Not after how you will loose against me in the ring after this. "Oh dear, you should call someone sure, but I wouldn't call security. For one, they wont come, two.. well.." With that two of my girls run at you and try to tackle you to the ground. "...I would call the medics instead." I finish as I join the fun, aiming to kick you in the jaw as they hold you down for me.

My eyes dart at every girl present inside the room including you. However I am only one, and am against 4, this is a terrible match up for me. I try to control the situation with words but there’s no point, your mind is made up and the other girls want revenge for their defeat. Things could go really wrong here, you could batter me completely so I have no chance of fighting back in the ring. But something tells me, you won’t do that, at least not to that level. Even if you were the daughter of CEO, if you did that, the public would know something is up and you would face backlash. That doesn’t mean I am not in danger. And you were right, the security won’t interfere here, I was all on my own. “Look Luna I don’t kno—“ I try to speak but before I can finish, two of your friends run at me and tackle me down onto ground. My body hits the concrete floor and I grunt in pain softly. I quickly attempt to get them off. “Let go..” I snarl but you kick my jaw. I spit saliva and get a bit stunned. Holding my jaw I attempt to push one girl off of me with the free hand. If successful I would try to roll away towards the wall and quickly attempt to get up with my back against it.

Feeling you saliva on my toes sent an europhobic sensation down my spine. God, I wanted to ruin your egotistical ass so much, but I had to restrain myself. How would that look if I fight an opponent covered in brusies in the ring? I just wanted to punish you here.. I will have plenty of opurtunities finishing you off in the ring. I see that kick had rocked you rather hard, it was obvious from that still half open drooling mouth of yours that you just forgot tov close amidst your dazed escape atempts. Eventualy you do get free, but mainly because my kick had reeled you so hard that oke of my girls lost their grip on your body. “Stay still fucker!” One of them said when you managed to roll away. Albeit not very far, since you managed to trap yourself against the wall. Pathetic. “Where are you going love? We are not done yet!” I say and motion to my girls to follow suit with me. I lean forward and ran towards you with my partners in crime at the same time. If it hits, it will be 3 shoulders and/or elbows that land in your toned, but soon to be tenderized belly. That was a nice place to target if I didn’t wanted to leave any clues about our little time here.

Your kick to my jaw rocked me, making me spit saliva, some of it getting onto your toes. I remember when I used to do that intentionally, but right now you’re making me and the situation doesn’t look too good for me. The other girls yell at me, due to your hard kicked my whole body feels the impact. Damn you were good at kicking, I need to stay away from those legs. But you still make me crazy, seeing you makes my body only want you more. I can’t be seduced by you right now for my own good. Eventually I managed to push off the girl and roll to the wall, using the wall as I attempt to get up. You call me 'love' a term for endearing til now but now it’s just used to mock me. My eyes dart up towards you as soon as I get up, and they widen as I see you already charging at me. “F-fuck this is cheating..” I say and quickly get my arms up, hoping to block your blow, but you target lower this time. Your shoulders digs into my abs, making them flex and crushing them against the wall. “Oomph..” I get winded out and would almost fold over if it wasn’t for the second girl doing the same. I feel her whole body weight drilling me into the wall. To finish it off the 3rd one sinks her elbow into the same spot. I get completely winded out and legs start to buckle. “Ughh…” I groan out in pain and fold over. My hands caressing my abs and trying to catch my lost breath while I look up at you, hoping you at least give me a breather.

There it is. It's that lovely, exhausted, out-of-breath look. Vulnerable and pathetic and… hoping? Huh, did you really think you would get off that easy? "Hold him down!" I say to my girls in a low, cold voice that barely hides how excited I am to beat you up. I wanted to knee you right in the face since you were nice enough to fold over, but that would have left too much of an obvious mark. I don't want the audience to see me beat up an already visibly banged-up opponent. So I guess it's time to drop you with more… 'finesse.' With that, my girls wrench you upright, holding your arms to the side and back, making it turn the wrong way. That double standing armbar should keep you nice and screaming while I charge a few good punches to your lower ribs and liver to snap you back against the wall and right against that painful torque in your elbows and shoulders. If those land, then I would motion my girls to let you drop at my feet. So I can turn you over and place my foot atop your shorts, right on that rather impressive dick. Which was actually the only 'impressive' thing about you, now that I think about it. I might tease your meat pillar too, but if you don't blow here, it's fine. I will have plenty of time to force you into submission with pain and knockouts while I spill your juices again and again into the audience until you literally can't cum anymore.

I am not even getting a chance to recover amidst the chaos. Well I’d not really call it a chaos, it was a preplanned attack with no error. I swear I could almost see your knee coming at my face, but I guess you don’t wanna ruin this pretty face. Your girls hold me down, bending my arms backwards. “Arghhh.. let go…” I groan out loudly and squirm. That is until your fist repeatedly sinks into my torso. You hear a grunt with each punch that you land. My ribs start to get a bit bruised and I get a bit staggered due to the liver punches. My body collapses and I quickly go to hold my torso, while I continue groaning. My hands clutch at my liver as you turn me over, I look up at you and give an audible growl. Then feel your foot on my dick through the fabric. In past I used to love this, but not so much in this situation. “Y-you won’t get away this bitch..” I hardly manage to say and then attempt to grab your foot that’s oh my short. At same time I try to kick the other foot from under you, hoping to make you fall.

 "Yeah, you like that, huh? I can feel it twic—AGH!" I start to say, but I am rudely interrupted by your kick towards my ankle. One of my girls catches me while the other kicks towards your face again and again. "Wait! Let me soften him up!" I say and push my girlfriends away to sit right on your dazed face. My ass and crotch nicely interrupt the airflow while my girls move to your sides to hold your arms down. "Shhh. Take it easy, sweety. Just pass out, and I promise you will wake up to something nice on your face and a match to attend to. Where you can TRY to have your revenge, hehe." With that I start to grind my folds over your chin while I choke you out with my ass.

 You grind your foot on my cock but my kick takes you off guard and you almost fall down, emphasis on almost. One of your minions catch you and before I could react, the other slams repeatedly kicks into my face. My head is driven into the concrete and my lip gets busted before you finally push her away. Dazed I try to say “S-stop thi— hmph.. hmph..” but I get interrupted mid sentence as you take a seat onto my face. I would try to push you off but my arms are being held down. My oxygen supply is cut off and my face is engulfed in your ass. “hmph.. hmph.. get off..” I hardly manage to say while your wet folds glide over my chin. I squirm underneath you, struggling to get out but everything fails. My vision starts to blur, face turns red and body slowly starts to shut down.

Listening to you and your weakening squirming lights a fire in me. When you stop moving, I stand up and motion my friends to go to the arena hall, where they can wait for the fight to start. We leave the room, but after a few minutes I go back without my friends. I wasn't just going to leave a prize like that lying there untouched after all. Rape wasn't my thing, but I wasn't going to touch your dick anyway. That schlong will get its action in the ring. Your face, however... I sat back down on your still KO-d face and started grinding. Knowing that sexy body of yours would try to resist but can't fueled my lust to impressive levels. Only after a minute of grinding, I came right on your groaning, limp face. For a few seconds I just pant there, gathering my strength while my love juices spill down your throat. I would have done anything to see you wake up with my juices in your mouth, but I had to go. Our match was about to start in around 30 minutes, and I wasn't going to be late. Unlike you. 

At last I finally pass out under you, my body goes limp and I stop squirming, my eyes roll back inside my head. You leave me there afterwards, battered and passed out. I am completely unaware of the surroundings. My chest heaves up and down as I breathe in my sleep. You still weren’t done with me yet. Coming back just to sit on my face, using it as your seat. I was heavily dazed from the beating I just took but your grinding wakes me up a lil. Through my blurred vision I look up to see a figure riding my face. “Mh.. hmph..” I try to speak but my oxygen was still cut off. My head falls back down again, as you cum onto my face and your juices drip down to floor from my face. I get unconscious again and my eyes shut off. After a few minutes I finally wake up, my eyes flutter open. Vision is still blurry and my head heavy, holding it I slowly get up. Licking my lips to what tastes like cum, YOUR cum. I try to recall what happened and then it hits me. Your ambush, the shadowy figure everything. I look at the time and it’s already late!! I quickly attempt to get up but my whole body is aching due to your assault. “F-fuck..” I groan and get up, grabbing a towel to wipe my face. Then I head towards the ring, hasting and hearing the crowd which definitely seems to be mad, possibly due to my late arrival. I come from behind curtain, in my black shorts with a busted lip, bruised ribs and sore abs, trying to look around as the lights blind me temporarily.

“Oh there he is! With a wheight of 74kg and a height of 178, Kyyyylee Brooood!” Says the anouncer when you enter. Its been 10 or so minutes since I got in the ring. So it was safe to say that you took your sweet time getting here. The announcer had a realy hard time keeping the crowd’s hype up. Not like I blame him, when he called your name and nothing happened. When he called your name again only for the exact same thing to happen.. I nearly lost it. It was hard to keep a straight face. Ohh, if only they knew that you were unconscious, face up and mouth open with my love nectar on your face… But you were finaly here now. Roughed up, shamed and I couldn’t wait to perform more… effective moves on you. “Hah, finaly! I thought you got scared babe!” I shout from the ring, while laying back against the top rope, barefeet crossed while I tried not to smirk to hard. I was still wearing that black sports top and shorts of mine. The later was still damp, but the dark color hid it nicely. The crowd is giving you mixed reactions as you slighlty limp towards the ring. Some are exciteted, but some are booing. They probably did not like the fact that you wasted their time with trying to wake up from a wet pussy smoother.

My vision comes back to me and I get a good look at the crowd that’s gathered here tonight. The announcer yells my name as I finally make my way to the ring. He was probably sweating balls by now as I am late. Looking around I see the crowd, pretty much annoyed as they had to wait. With a slight limp I make my way to the ring, noticing you still in your too and shorts. You could visibly see the anger on my face, sliding under the bottom ropes I finally enter the ring. Some people in crowd were booing for me, this was the first time I had ever heard them boo for a face like me. I always used to be the crowd favourite, that is until today. At least some loyal fans, mostly women were still cheering for me. Resting onto the corner I stretch my muscles, softly groaning in pain as I am still pretty sore. My torso, still tender from the punches and kicks earlier. There was no point in trying to explain here myself, not to the crowd or agency. Audience won’t believe me and the league will just ignore it. But what I can do is kick your ass in the ring and show you my skills. Pushing myself out of corner I walk to middle of ring to meet you. “You’re gonna pay for what you did Luna..” I snarl at you. “I will never be scared of a lowly cheater like you.” I continue and then once the bell rings, I crack my neck and raise my arms. Offering you a test of strength to officially start our 'real' fight. My face still has an annoyed expression, but I hope you accept the test as I know strength is my advantage against you.

A test of strenght huh. I wasnt weak but I knew damn well how a male body simply has more muscle mass than a woman does. It wasnt always the case but despite how much shit I give you, I had to admit that you did in fact go to the gym. Very often actualy. But f@ck that shit. I was better than you in every way! I rush ahead and use the momentum to get an early advantage with the hold. For a few seconds, it worked! You step back a few times but… then I start to realy feel your extra weight over me and its my turn to step back. Again. And again. My foot and knees were shaking from the effort and I can feel myself getting more and more tired. “Fu-FUCK THIS!” I shout once my back crashes against the ropes and I raise my right foot and slam it into that abused abs of yours. I would have fallen with this move but with the ropes behind me.. i could brace my back against them. So i strike again and again. They were already bruised a bit so I was sure I would send you down after a few hits. I would even stomp on your abs with my sole, just to give the crowd something to cheer about and help hide the fact that you did overpower me for a second.

As I invite you for the test you rush at me and I feel our fingers interlock with each other. Due to the charged up momentum I have to take a few steps back as you over power me. But then I dig my feet into the canvas and flex my biceps and back, smirking at you as I stop you from pushing me back. Then using my superior strength I start to drive you back instead and could see your feet and knees visibly trembling. “Aww having trouble without your girlfriends here?” I coo at you and laugh. Driving you back into the ropes and now attempting to bend you over it. However you scream in annoyance and sink your foot into my tender abs, making them flex. “Oomph..” I get a bit winded out as first hit lands. Still trying to power through I continue pushing but you repeatedly slam your foot into my abs. The ropes helping you stand your ground. After the second hit my grip on your arms falters. You kick again and again, making me collapse onto my knees as my abs get bruised, your kicks turning them into jelly. After the last strike I groan loudly and go down onto the mat, on my back as I hold my abs. Your arms completely free now. I look up at you, seeing that damp spot in your shorts and gulping. Even after all this you still weren’t done. Your sole digs in my abs deep, making me cough up a bit blood as I get completely winded out from the kicks, my pale white abs now red. The crowd cheers for you, for a heel who is according to them making me pay for being late. I quickly attempt to roll away from you, to stop those kicks. You might not have upper body strength but you did train your legs well and those kicks hit like a mule. Rolling away from you to the left I grab the ropes with one hand and attempt to get up slowly. My other hand clutching my bruised abs as I try to catch my lost breath, my face turned towards you as I try to anticipate your next move.

My heel crashes into the ground as you manage to roll away before the pain would have been too much to handle for you. I groan in frustration, but I don't rush you. Its true that I want to beat you senseless now that I don't have to hold back finally. But I also want to keep a calm demeanor for my fans to see. "Get back here, fucker!" Okay, I need to work on that more, but seriously... where the FUCK did you think you were going?! I can see you using the ropes as a support, so I must have hurt you well. Good, I hope my attacks will leave a mark. My soles were aching, so I can only imagine what your abused abs must feel like to you. You weren't in a position for a counter just yet, so I wanted to use that time for my benefit. "What's wrong, love? Did I hurt you too badly? Ahhhh… come here… LAY BACK DOWN!" I shout as I raise my right leg to land a straight leg kick towards your face! If that lands and you stagger against the ropes, I would follow that up with a lacing my two fist together and transfer that combined force into a wide uppercut, to launch you out of the ring!

As I roll away from you, barely dodging your next stomp you yell at me to get back. I wasn’t a fool to stay near when I needed some recovery time. However it doesn’t mean you will let me recover. I could see you were clearly frustrated. Just as I was getting up you come closer and tease me. “F-fuck you che— kughh..” I get interrupted and spit saliva as your sole slams into my face. My head snaps back, I get stunned and stumble back into the ropes. Through my blurred vision I try to keep my eyes focused on you. But you were already on the offensive and quickly step in. Without giving me a chance to react both of your fist rock my chin, I spit blood as my head snaps back. The sheer momentum and force from the blow makes my body stumble, and due to the top rope being loose it flips over the ropes! I land outside the ring on the concrete with a loud thud on my back. Completely winded out and looking up at the ceiling as I hold my head and try to recover. Most of the crowd is shocked to see me get hurt this easy, but they’re cheering for you. The voices of the ones worried for me is suppressed in the uproar that you bring.

And you were down… just...like...that. With lazy movements, I slip through the ropes and stand near your face. With a quick shove of a foot, I slap away your hand on your face and replace it with my still-damp panties as I sit on you. Once more today. "Hmm, this takes me back… I wonder where this déjà vu comes from, hehe," I say and start choking you again to end the first round with a victory. But after a few seconds… I stop. "Nah, they can't see your face like this!" I say and stand up, and I grab your hair to pull your body on top of the bottom rope. Then I grab both of your arms and wrench them behind your back and pull on them, all the while I plant my foot on the back of your head and push your face against the ropes. This way your throat gets crushed against the bottom rope while I twist your arms in ways they shouldn't go. "There, that's better! Hey operator! Zoom in on his pathetic face as he blacks out!"

I lay down on the concrete floor holding my dizzy face. My whole body was aching by this point. You slip down and I look up at you through my blurred vision as you swat my hand away. Then feel a familiar wetness over my face as you drop down. “hmph.. get off..” I hardly say and you actually do get off. I get surprised but soon I realize that this was only cuz you had other plans. Yanked up by my hair, my legs are still wobbly when you push me against the bottom ropes. I get a lil confused but soon anticipate your move as you pull my arms back in a direction they’re not supposed to go! “Arghh…!” I groan in pain and feel your foot pushing me against the ropes, my throat getting crushed against them. I squirm and struggle to breathe as you keep my arms twisted. But I didn’t have enough power left to fight back, not at least for this round. The cameras zoom in on my dazed face as it continues getting redder. “N-no stop..” I hardly manage to say, but I know that even if I give in, you will still knock me out. At last the oxygen stops reaching my brain and my body shuts down, going limp on the ropes. I just hang onto the ropes, my eyes shut as I passout with your foot still pressing against my back. The audience cheers for you and the ref warns you to breakfree as our grace period starts

Your struggles are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. If I had an extra hand, I would certainly use it to perform… not really appropriate stuff with my body. God, even now, you make me so wet. Soon, I can feel your body relaxing in the hold, and your pained yells turn into gurgling gags. After keeping the hold on for a good 5 seconds more, I do let you go when the ref shouts at me. We both knew that I was his boss's daughter... so for what came after… he just couldn't interfere with it if he wanted to keep his job. I let one of your arms go and pulled the other to the side. Making you slump and roll to my feet. I watched you closely, eyes half-lidded, mouth agape. I grin and wipe the drool from your chin to smear it across your face with my foot. The feeling of your slack features under my sole make me do it again and again with that never-ending supply of your drool from your leaking mouth. After a while, I could feel you waking up just a bit. Good. I abandon your face and crouch near your… crotch. Then I slowly reach with a hand under your waistband. The crowd, which was quite loud for a while, goes even wilder. 

"SHOW US!" 

Someone shouts from the crowd, and I grin with the most devilish smile I can muster. Then grab your cock and pull it out. So far out and so fast, in fact, that your ass leaves the ground for a second. I pull back the skin on your rather big cock and spit on it. "Look! He came!" I say with a laugh. Then I placed a finger on your cock's head, and that's when I hear your little groan. "Awww, you like this, don't you? You are not even fully conscious, but I can feel your cock stiffen between my palm. Sorry, sweety. But I can't just make you blow your load so early on. We have two more rounds before our little fun ends. Unless you want to give up, that is! Just say the word and I will let you cum. Hell, I even let you walk out on your own feet without much of a beating!" I said with a wild smirk. I knew you were hearing me now but probably not really registering the words just yet. But that didn't matter, if I could get you to admit defeat while you are all tuckered out like this. Your career was over. Plus… I had NO intentions about letting you go after your submission. Nuh-uh. I will beat you and your cock until you stop fucking moving! "Sara, give me your phone, I need to fucking record this." With that I leave your and your slightly erect cock and go to my girlfriend nearby. I start to livestream right away, not even hearing the bell ring again. Like.. who cares? It's not like you will get up anytime soon. I rant for quite a while on the phone, about how stupid it was for you to cut ties with me and how badly I was beating you. With that I turn back to you, so I can show my online viewers your pathetic body. Only to not see it on the same spot I left it. "What the…?"

After feeling my throat get crushed against the ropes, I finally succumb to the darkness, my eyes rolling as I passout in front of the whole crowd. The audience is happy but shocked as how did I lose so easily. Next you have the 1 minute of period to yourself, but even if you take longer than that, it’s not like the ref will stop you. You make me drop down at your feet like I am some pathetic kicking bag. Then use your foot to wipe my drool again and again, I was passed out so you don’t get any retaliation from me… at least for now. Finally my eyes start to open a bit as I get conscious. But my head was heavy as I was knocked out twice in such a short amount of time. All I could see was a blurred shadow crouching near me. Then suddenly my large cock is pulled out, my ass lifting off of the ground. My cock throbs in your hand as you spit on it and fake that I came. I might have enjoyed your cold fingers on my cock before, but definitely not in this moment. I wasn’t enjoying it like you were making the crowd think like I do. I could hear still your words in my dazed state, I couldn’t make the most out of it but I did hear give up. Something you and I both know I’d never do. And even if I did, I know you. You would still beat me and humiliate me after I give up, my career would be over and I would be sidelined. Something I’d never want. So I just shake my head, the most I could do to indicate that I have not yet given up. My vision finally starts to come back, I am able to see more clearly now. My head is still heavy but I need to get back in the fight. Shaking my head I clear the fog that was built up. Luckily you thought I’d too dazed to continue. Looks like you forgot I have high endurance. Maybe you got too cocky? It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I was angry and I wanted to get revenge. I look up at you, your back turned against me as you live stream my condition for the whole world to see. But while you were carried away, I had already recovered enough to get back into the fight. I pull my briefs up to cover my throbbing cock. Then roll to the side to grab the steel steps and get up with their help. You are still too busy with the live stream and I am now on my feet. I don’t wait even a moment and charge at you. You turn back and Sara yells at you as she sees me charging at you. But it’s too late. I intend to bend over and try to ram my shoulder into your belly, trying to drive you through the audience steel barricade and take you down onto the ground. If successful I would then try to grab your head and go to slam the back of it into the metal twice. You didn’t show me any mercy or give me a chance to recover. So why should I?

Two things happen at once… well, three, in fact. First, I notice that you are gone. Second, Sara shouts something, but I don't even register her words because of the third thing. Which is that someone let in a bull that just crashed into me, making me drop the phone and gasp out all my air from my lungs on the spot. I crash into the steel barricade with so much force that I actually spin over it and land with a thunderous crash amidst my shocked fans. Despite how immense the pain was, I don't scream. How could I? I have no air left inside my lungs after such a hit. Even the crowd goes silent for a few seconds. So the sounds of my head getting slammed into the metal barricade echo around the arena undistributed. I don't know what happened after that; I come back to the world of the living with a coughing fit, and I hear someone counting. "FOUR! FIVE!" Fuck… I was being counted out! You must have recovered… somehow… and knocked me out! I just couldn't believe it. I HAD YOU! You were ALREADY BEAT when you entered the ring, and now you just… no. NO! I needed to get up! That's when my swimming vision and the numbing pain in my head cleared enough to realize that you had your fucking foot on my face! I push it off rather easily, like you WANTED me to get back up. I roll to my side, and with some effort, I get on my knees. But only my knees; I was swaying left and right like some drunken loser. Shit, I was still reeling from that attack. But since my back wasn't on the ground and one of my legs was planted vertically, It did stop the count. Right at the 9 mark. I tried not to think about how SLOW the ref must have counted that I even made it on time. He must have been rather scared when he saw me go down and realized that he had to start counting me out.  A few seconds later, I was standing. I brought up my arms to protect my bleeding face, most notably my busted nose, then started to slowly, unsteadily approach you to clear that fucking smirk off your face with a straight hook!

Sara yells at you but it’s too late for you to react and we go crashing down on the steel barricade. You take most of the impact and get winded out, but due to my torso already being bruised I groan in pain too. Rolling off of you I get up and look at the ref, to see if he’s counting. To my surprise he isn’t. Of course not cuz miss daughter of CEO is down. “Hey! Count!” I yell looking at him, so before the crowd gets suspicious he starts counting, slowly but steadily. Meanwhile I use my toe to wipe the drool off of your lips, the same thing you did to me. “Aww are you hurt BABE?” I coo at you, knowing you can hear me despite your stunned state. You push my foot away and I let you, not wanting to end this too early. I need to get revenge for what you put me through after all.

Slowly and steadily you managed to get back up, still stunned but up. The ref stops at the 9th mark. You’re lucky he was counting slowly or else I would have already won this round by now. Alas you’re all mine now, no need to rush! You walk up to me wobbly, like you were drunk. I look at your cute lil face which is bleeding and couldn’t help but smile wide. Your poor lil nose busted just from the one move I landed on you. Instinctively you’d want to wipe the smile off my face and that’s exactly what you do. Sending a hook for my face, which I see coming a mile away. Ducking down I dodge the hook, letting your fist brush past my hair. Then rise up quickly, trying to land an uppercut into your belly with my body momentum behind it. Wanting to get you winded out once again. If successful and if you bend over I would try grab your arm and whip you towards the metal post, hoping you hit it hard just enough to get more stunned but not passout. Not just yet. I want to take this into the ring. If successful till now I would attempt to wrap my arms around your waist and try to throw you inside the ring, which I will attempt to climb up right after.

"Stop fucking smiling! ACK!" My jab misses, like you knew what I was going to do, and you punish my petite frame further with a brutal punch to my belly. There was hardly any muscle there, so it was safe to say that your knuckles practically kissed my spine. I teeter in place, coughing up large amounts of saliva that lands on the cold, hard floor in front of my curling toes. Sara is shouting like a madman at this point, but her voice is drawn out by the sudden mixed cheers and 'booos' of the crowd. I had quite a fanbase here, and they didn't exactly like me getting fucked up. But your fans, on the other hand… were jumping out of their pants at the sight. I was still in the process of getting back my lost air when you grabbed my arm and whipped my body towards the metal post. I manage to at least pull up one of my arms from my aching belly, and I am sure that it saved me from another KO. Or... did you deliberately not throw me that hard? Were you trying to savor the moment? You FUCKER! How DARE you! I was just about to say my thoughts out loud when you put me in a rear bear hug of sorts. But instead of squeezing me out, you THROW me inside the ring. I land on my back, hard. I roll and roll until I am in the middle. I tried to muffle my whimpers as I started crawling towards the ropes. My vision was swimming from all the hard impacts, and I wasn't ready to just stand up on my own just yet. To my bad luck, one of the camera crew was just behind the corner I was crawling towards. So my friends and fans, your fans, television viewers, and god knows who else could see me pathetically trying to claw my way away from you. Then, the ring suddenly rattles under me, and I know you are coming for me. So I turn on my back and pull up my feet and arms to protect myself. It looked fucking pathetic but what else could I do? I planned to kick you in the shin as you aproach me.

I love how angry you are, angry that your plan didn’t work out even after all that hardwork. Pretty sure you imagined us in opposite position, but look at the irony. Your girlfriend and your fans are shouting and booing at me, but my fans are cheering even louder. This is what they wanted to see, this is why I left your ass. Once you’re in the ring I watch you crawl to the ropes and chuckle, just looking at your pathetic condition while I enter the ring. Your lil frame has barely any breath left inside after the punch, and from all the slams it seems like you’re still woozy. A small but visible bruise has started forming on your belly, mine is worse but this is just the start. The referee surely wants to stop me, he’s been trying to find an excuse to do so but the match was advertised as no rules so he can’t even intervene.Once I am inside the ring I start walking up to you. By now you have slowly managed to crawl up using the ropes and are standing on your feet. I think you’re too dazed to fight back but you surprise me by slamming your foot in my shin. I softly groan and rub my shin, the kick wasn’t all that powerful but it did sting. “Guess you still have some fight left huh~” I coo at you and do the same thing to you, only swinging my leg harder. I do it again and now attempt to sweep your legs from under you to get you on your ass. Once you’re down I would make you look at me by putting my foot under your chin. “You were saying?” I ask but don’t give you a chance to answer and slam my foot in your face. Then as you’re dizzy I would tap my toe on your mouth and force you to suck on it, twirling it around in your mouth. “This is all you were good for anyways.” I say laughing and pull my foot up to kick your face once again!

You came after me so carelessly. You seemed to underestimate me. Which I immediately reward with a kick to your shin. But it seemed like you weren't careless after all. It was like you knew that I can't win against you. Before I can strike you again, you manage to slip your foot behind mine, and I fall backwards against the corner. My head hits the corner post, and I go down to my ass in an instant, draping over the middle rope with my left and right arms as my head lolls forwards, leaking drool. I was so dazed I could do anything against your instep as it touched my swollen chin and lifted it up so I meet your eyes. I could barely register what you were saying at that moment, so I just leaked drool onto your instep and made it drip off your arch. Then you withdraw your foot suddenly, making my head slam against my chest to leak drool between my breasts this time. But you weren't done. The last thing I feel for a moment is your sole smacking into my face and the corner post doing the same just from behind. I don't know how long I was unconscious, but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds. Since the countdown wasn't started, so the ref didn't notice my unconscious gaze. Or maybe I was out for longer, and he just didn't DARE to start counting. But honestly, at this point I was nearing my limit and started to long for this to end. I didn't want to give up. I just wanted the pain and the humiliation to stop. Which was rather hard when I realized that you were swirling around your toes inside my mouth, pinching my tounge with your toes as you do.

'This is all you were good for anyways.' 

I hear your words this time, and I say an appropriate 'FUCK YOU!' but it sounds like some choked gag. Since your toes were deep enough that my gag reflex fired nonstop, making my body do sudden twitching movements as the amount of drool began to be comical. I know what you meant. I was humiliated just like this in our last tag team fight. We actually lost that one because it left you to fight 2 opponents at once after I was taken out by a foot smother. No… NO! That was your fault. I reached my hand out to tag you in, but you were SLOW! It was you! ONLY YOU! My emotional flashback gets interrupted when I see that one of my girlfriends, Sara, getting escorted out as you dominate me. She must have tried to interfere with the match. Fuck… did I look that miserable that she tried to HELP ME?! Fuck this…! With a newfound strength, I grab at your ankle and try to pull it out from my mouth and twist it to the side to form an ankle lock. But it was hard. Not from the dizziness, not from the lack of proper strength... but from the slick saliva that coated your foot. It was just too slipery.

I kinda wished your little girlfriend wasn’t escorted out and was here to see the humiliation. This was indeed a payback to the tag team match we lost because of you! I was left alone with two opponents to deal with simultaneously. In the end we both ended up unconscious. That was one of the worst humiliation I had ever gone through. All due to you. Just as I am reminiscing about our past I feel you trying to twist my feet but your hand slips due to all the saliva on my toes. “Aww not having fun? I thought you would, considering how much you like choking on feet” I tease you and now use my other toe to, dipping it into your mouth. Twirling it around inside your mouth to get it nice and coated up, then pull it out. I spell capital L on your body (belly to be exact), then plunge my toe inside your mouth again to get your saliva. I then repeat this process to write O then S then E and finally R. Between each letter I tap my foot on your face to make sure you’re awake to witness this. Once the letters are complete I take a step back and admire my art. Letting the cameras zoom in, people snapping pictures and bright flashes go off. I am pretty sure your dear CEO father was watching this in his cabin. Wanting to stop this match this instant. But this is turning out to be one of their highest earning matches of this decade. If he made it stop, what’d he tell the investors and audience? Ahh how perfect this turned out to be. Once the crowd and cameras has had enough I put my sole on your mouth and rest of my foot on the nose. I watch your embarrassed reaction and laugh. “Thank you for this” I say winking down at you and smother you with my foot. Covering your nose and mouth, wanting to see your face red. Slowly and finally your eyes would roll in your head. Ahh such a beautiful sight. The cameras above are also recording this whole notion. Congrats love, we are famous. The CEO brat daughter, beaten up by a underdog. The media and fans are gonna eat this up~ While I smother you I admire the art once again. The letters are still kinda visible, your own saliva is dripping down your belly and soon to be defeated body. This isn’t something I’d normally do but today you pushed my buttons. You broke the rules and humiliated me, whereas we could’ve just had a normal match. Consider this payback bitch.

I barely registered you writing with my own saliva. Every time you would pull back out your foot, an explosion of saliva would erupt from my mouth as I gagged and gasped for breath at the same time. But each time that was cut short by you going back in to soak up more drool with your toes before withdrawing once more to continue branding me. Tears flow down my face as I realize that my career is over. No one would sign a contract with me after this humiliating display. I couldn't even fight back. Sure, I had you in the first round, but during that at least you gave the impression of fighting back. While I could only choke and whimper as you were gagging me with your own foot. Nobody would remember the start of the match after this.... I just hoped for it to end. Although I knew that wouldn't happen anytime soon. You would drag it out like I did. Hell, I was rather sure that you would use my body to 'relieve some stress' after or even DURING the match. We were ex-lovers after all; no one would call it anything but dubious consented lovemaking. Who would even object to it if you were to rip my shorts down and parade my pussy around? These people were animals. Apart from outright killing each other, the participants could do anything while the match was on. Slowly, my eyes rolled back and my hands fell to my sides. Your sole and heel worked in unison to not let any air get into my shaking body. It didn't take long until my body started wildly shake and twitch as you pushed my head against the turnbuckle behind me.

*Father.. please… get me out of here…* 

That was my last thought before my eyes rolled back so far that only the whites were visible under my half closed eyelids. The second round was over. I couldn't hear how the ref came rushing in to pull you away from my abused, unconscious body. How he struggled a bit to do so. How he patted my cheeks with a worried expression. Nor how the 1 minute break timer was extended to 2 minutes before I finaly come to with loud whimper.

While this whole commotion was going on I notice the tears running down your face. I felt a little bad for doing this, for humiliating you like this. Your career was basically over, but I am pretty sure you will always have a contract here in this league. And I wasn’t going anywhere else either as my contract with your Dad’s company wasn’t ending any time soon. Slowly but eventually you do passout, your body going limp and eyes rolling back in your head. I take a deep sigh in relief as I managed to win the second round. That wasn’t easy, I had to endure a lot for this. I am sure getting knocked out doesn’t feel all that great, huh? Well you did Ko me twice, I could at least do it once. The ref comes rushing to your side, pulling me away from your body hard. I am just busy admiring the work I have done here that I don’t even pay attention to the timer. It’s not like you were a threat anymore. After this, I am sure the next round will be just me playing with you. Once you come to senses with a loud whimper, I get closer and push the ref away. The crowd wanting the 3rd round to start, which it does as the viewership on this match was insane. “Sorry Love, just one more round.” I say looking down at you, smiling. Not evil, just a light smile. I grab your hair and pull you up to your feet in the corner. Then I yank your panties down, exposing your bottom half for the world to see~ Just how you exposed my cock. “No no let em see!” I say, holding both your hands above your head so you’re properly exposed. I wrap my other arm around your waist and proceed to pick you up over my left shoulder. Smacking your butt as I do so. I parade you around the ring half naked before trying to slam you down on the canvas.

If this all succeeds I will attempt to roll you onto your stomach and grab at your ankle. Then press my knee on your back and try to bend your back in a modified Boston Crab. This will not only bend your back in a C shape and inflict pain, but it will also expose your pussy~ The cameras and the crowd are gonna eat this one.

When I wake up, the first thing that enters my unfocused vision is the ref's face. *Oh god, is it over? Did he cancel the match?* I thought. But then he got shoved away and you reappeared. I could only moan in my submission as you pull me up by my hair again. Surprisingly, it hardly hurt, but only because the rest of my body was throbbing in pain from your previous attacks, especially my face. I couldn't stand, but I didn't have to; you made sure that I didn't fall back down as you ripped off my panties. The cold air hits my sex, and the crowd goes wild. "P-please d-don't do this! I will do anything—AGHH!" I shrieked out as you draped me across your shoulder. I tried to kick out, but I was too weak now. Then there was a sudden slap and an overwhelming stinging feeling on my ass. You probably slapped me, and it left a red hand mark on my white rear. "AGHH! Stop…GHK!" My cry was short and abrupt. The slam was hard enough to knock me out right there. But the ref doesn't notice it. Or maybe you don't. Or maybe you just didn't care as you decided to wake me up with a Boston crab. You even pull my legs to the side a little to better expose my pussy to the cameras. My screams at this point were caught in my throat; only a few short cries escaped as you pulled and pulled and pulled on my legs until my soles nearly touched the back of my head, while your knee grinded against my vertebres. I was sure you were going to hurt me for real, but in truth, you weren't. How else could you keep playing with me further…

You almost beg me not to rip your panties off and expose you, your shrieks were like music to my ears. But I didn’t intend to listen to you. You hurt me real bad, and I intended to do the same but not physically. I aim to hurt you and your dad’s reputation for allowing all this. Finally you wake up as I Boston crab you, hearing your sweet little cries while the audience enjoys snapping pictures and the sight of your exposed sex. Once I think I have bent your back enough, I let go of your legs, don’t wanna hurt you too much now. Then I kick you in the side to roll you onto your back, looking down at your face and tapping my foot on it. “Still there love? Don’t worry it will all be over soon.” I say and grab your hair tightly, dragging your body to the corner. I make you stand on your feet in the corner and try to drape your arms over the ropes. Then go to drape your legs over the middle ropes so you’re hanging in corner with your pussy exposed… again~ I laugh at you and turn around to the audience. “This is what happens when you break the rules” I yell, surely the audience is confused but everyone in the league now knows not to mess around with me. Balling up my fist I try to land a couple of jabs into your cute little belly. If successful til now I’d get on knees and lean my face closer between your legs. It’s not like I haven’t tasted you before or you haven’t forced me to. But this was the first time it was happening like this~ “You will feel good now love~” I coo and flick my tongue around your pussy, tasting you once. Then I lick again, and again, I continue to lick like a thirsty dog licking water out of its bowl. My hands grab your thighs for a better grip and to keep you in position. My tongue flicks around your labia as I lick in a circular motion and plunge it into your pussy as you get more and more wet. The wet juices run down my chin and the crowd could clearly see my cock growing in my briefs.

The Boston Crab pushes me near the sweet release of oblivion, but you stop abruptly and kick me on my back. I enter a drowsy coughing fit and spit saliva weakly onto your soles as you keep me awake by some taps on my cheeks. "P-peashh-… noh mough…" I groan right before my breath gets caught in my lungs as you pull me up by my hair again. I was nearly a full ragdoll at this point. That Boston crab flexed my spine a bit too hard, so I can hardly even stand now, even with your help. But as it turns out, I don't have to. I was seeing the world in pictures now. So I was barely aware of you putting me on display on the corner, spreading my legs out. My pussy feels cold against the arena air, but you quickly start to warm it up with your tongue. Despite the fact that we had sex before, hell, not long ago I was sitting on your semi-conscious face… when your tongue enters and squeezes between my folds and inner walls… I nearly came right there. The only thing that saved me was the aching pain all over my body, as I was just in too much agony to cum. But you were working HARD to balance the scales, as your tongue dances on my clit, pushing it inside the folds before closing the entrance with your lips and continuing to wrestle it within its little, slick home. I let out a loooong moan, and my head falls backwards, showing a rather lewd ahaego-like expression towards the ceiling. Right to the top-down cameras. My body starts to quiver and shake as you push me towards the ultimate defeat. If it wasn't obvious by now… you won. I was a fighter who lost all sensations to the pleasure and forgot why she was even in here. To my and probably your surprise, however, my legs untangle from the ropes and snake around your head, pushing it deeper against my fluttering pussy. It would have been a headscissors, but the only strength that coursed through those muscles was from the impending orgasm alone. Strong, but not nearly enough that it would choke out the sexy man, ruining me and my career. You stand up, but my spine remains arched; as a result, my lower body gets higher up than the rest of me. If you were to walk forwards, I would be pushed out of the ring, dangling upside down over the corner, clinging to your head only by my legs and with my squeezing inner walls against your tongue.

My lips seal the entrance to your pussy and I plunge my tongue in, making sure to flick it around your walls. Feeling your body tremble in my grip as I can see the victory getting closer by the moment. It wasn’t official but there’s no way you’re coming back from this, your defeat is imminent. The crowd, your father and you seems to have accepted that. I lick faster and harder, slurping all your juices down and stopping in between to catch my breath. This match had also taken a high toll on my body. To my surprise, your legs wrap around my head. My eyes widen for a moment as I think you’re about to squeeze me, and if you did there’s no way I could get out. I have gone too far. But you were just pushing my face deeper into you, such a good girl~ I smirk lightly and get a lil smothered by your pussy, but my tongue plunges deeper, reaching your G spot at the back of your wet gushing walls. The crowd hoots and cheers for me. Men wishing they were in my place and women wishing they were in yours. Your father couldn’t watch this any longer and as he couldn’t stop the match, he decided to step out. The ref won’t interfere as even he wants a piece of this~ Look how they all turned on you my love. Your plan backfired and failed hard. I was basking in glory at this moment. 

“Eat me out like that!” 

I hear from crowd among other things. Your thighs are locked around my ears, soft and nice and squishy. How could I not give them and you what y’all want? I slowly get up, making sure to keep a tight grip on your thighs so you don’t fall down. Your body dangles upside down in the corner, if you could see you’d see the crowd cheering for you while your vision slowly starts to fade out. My moans get muffled into your pussy as I make slurping sounds and keep licking. Running my tongue inside you deep, flicking it around, tickling your walls while they squeeze my tongue. I know you’re close and I intend to send you over the edge like this. I want you to squirt your juices up on my face against gravity as I know how pent up you and wet you have been since the start of match. Bet no one in this league has came like this. Congrats love you’re the first. My whole tongue is inside of you now, I can’t speak and am almost practically gagging on your pussy, trying so hard to make you cum. The lack of oxygen has even started making my vision blurred. At last I roll my tongue hard, grazing it alongside your squeezing wet walls. Come on baby, give it to me. Let me have my victory juices, I have fought real hard for it~

My body trembled like I was having a seizure. It was unclear for everyone, even me, if I would even get to enjoy the orgasm when the crazy fast buildup was already knocking me out. Barely a minute has passed, and I was already making you gag on my wet love juices. My reactions were so wild and crazy that some people thought I just came. But it was only your tongue reaching my inner G spot. However, it didn't take long after that to burst the dam. My constant shaking changes to a more rhythmic one, spasming HARD every second, as I unload into your gaping mouth. For a full TEN seconds I just flop around like a fish caught on a fishhook. Despite the show I was putting up, you go further; you keep licking my red clit, extending my orgasm to never-before-explored levels. Then, after a few seconds, I go totally limp. My legs untangled from your head when I was finally done cumming my brains out. I don't get to enjoy the afterglows as my eyes roll, and I enter a limbo-like state; I am neither awake nor asleep. My nerves struggle to find the right pathway to send all the sensual input but find only a blank brain. Resulting in periodical spasms that shake my whole body. My fingers and toes twitch, and my open, slack mouth drools onto the concrete ground below, making it pool up near a crowd member's boots. Then the bell rings. But the ref is nowhere in sight; he had run off to Iceland or another remote place. As he was sure that his boss would kill him after he let his favorite girl be destroyed so utterly in this match.

Your body visibly shakes and some in the crowd would’ve been worried that I had hurt you too much. However the fact is I didn’t and they knew it was just you trembling from the pressure. At last you finally squirt your juices out all over my face, your body shivering in sync with my tongue strokes. I gulp down your juices but you came so much that some drip down my chin and splashed on the corner. The male audience wants to break through the barricade just to lick that. Guess I also helped you get more fans. I continue licking till I know your pussy is bruised just from my tongue and till you’re completely drained out of your juices. Then you fall into almost a passed out state, just hanging as I am holding up yoir legs. The bell rings and I finally take a deep breath as I let your body go, not caring how you’d hit the floor. Turning around so the ref can announce my victory but he’s nowhere to be seen, prolly ran off. I chuckled breathing hard and raise my arm in victory, the crowd roaring for me. Then I watch your limp body folded outside on floor. “Aww poor baby..” I say as I slide out of ring and make my way over to you. Grabbing you by hair I drag you towards the audience barricade and just throw your body over to them. The males, and even females immediately start ripping at your remaining clothes like hungry hyenas. Leaving you completely naked. “You can touch and kiss, but don’t anyone dare go near her legs. That’s for me and me alone..” I growl and warn the crowd with a balled up fist. They know better than to disobey the fighter that just destroyed you. Your body is abused by the crowd, boobs massaged, nipples pressed. Your ass slapped, body kissed by multiple people that leave hickeys all over your body. I just laugh watching it all unfold. “Hold her up for me and open her wide~” I coo at the audience and they do it. I pull my briefs down exposing my throbbing cock and stroke it twice. Walking up to you and grabbing one of your legs as I thrust my length inside your already bruised and red pussy. Going slow and rough at first but gradually building up the speed, thrusting faster and faster every passing moment. It’s only fair that I get to release my built and pent up load too~

*THUD!* "Ghk...ghmm...hmm...mm..." I groan out as I wake up for a second upon landing headfirst into the hard ground. But I am not awake too long to groan much longer in pain. The landing was a bit much for my already aching and hurt noggin', so I passed right back out just after a few seconds. Right in that awkward, legs-draped-over-body pose. My body was folded at the middle of my spine into a sideways 'U' shape, so much so that my toes were near my head, letting my still slowly fluttering folds pump leftover cum on top of my breasts and neck. But once again, not for long. As you join me outside the ring and throw me to the hungry crowd. My blood and cum and sweat were licked, smeared, and kissed all over my body as they explored every inch, every bruise. They were rather pent up after that lewd display of mine and wanted to see if they could make me moan as you did. But no. You didn't let them ravage me, as that role was only meant for you. Maybe 'ravaging' wasn't the right word, as my body seemed to crave you, even unconscious, as you finally... after all these years, penetrate me again with your cock. My exhausted, spent pussy instantly starts rubbing that cock inside it. Like if it has a life on its own. Building up another orgasm. A dry one this time. As I had no more cum to give you. You drained me in every possible way. Turning me into your personal punch/cum drunk, warm little cocksleeve.

No one except me has the right on you and the crowd knew that. But that didn’t stop them from abusing every inch of your body except what’s between your legs. That’s for me and me alone. And I prove that by thrusting harder inside you, like pounding my cock into your pussy. Ramming it like a horny bull as I fuck you hard. Loud pounding and clapping sounds fill up the entire arena, for a moment even suppressing the crowd’s excitement and cheers. I made you my own personal fucktoy and punching bag tonight and I enjoyed every second of it. It was all done in revenge, that’s what I say to myself but I might’ve gone a bit overboard. My cock throbs inside your pussy, rubbing along your walls and soon leaking precum after a few thrusts. “You did good today~ Now relax, it’s time to finish this.” I say, not sure if you could even hear me. I go balls deep inside you, making you feel my whole length and go even faster. Pounding you harder like I have never before after all this time and the build up. “F-fuck Luna!!” I moan loudly, hoping you heard that as I know how much you loved when I moaned your name. My cock and balls tighten deep inside you as the gates open. Shooting thick ropes of cum into you deeep as my cock twitches and I look up at ceiling biting my lip as I am brought to orgasm. I continue thrusting for a few seconds more, making sure I am drained and that I dumped all my cum into you, mixing it with your own juices and painting your insides completely white. Breathing heavily I look at you and tap your cheek, leaning in as I whisper “Congrats love, you just made me a star..” I grab you by the waist with one hand and growl at the audience “Let her go..” as I think they have had enough of you. I pull you away, with me still inside. Kissing your lips once I gently let you down alongside the ring on your ass. Beaten, bruised, drained and with my cum dripping out of you. I take one last good look at you and turn away as I start walking towards the curtain. Several attendees rush to you as the match was finally over. They even brought a stretcher for you. Today marked the best victory and fight of my entire career. I raise my arm one last time before disappearing behind the curtain. Despite the victory I didn’t know what the future held for me. I just made an enemy out of the CEO of this league and I still had a 2 year contract remaining. And I didn’t have the money to void it. So I ain’t going nowhere, you’re going to infirmary or the hospital but surely you will be back. I guess we will see what the future holds for us my dear ex or should I call you my Lunetoy ;)

My head is hung backwards as the pussy-hungry crowd holds me up by my shoulders in the air. While you keep my lower body up with your arms around my quivering thighs and your big cock. Deep in my bruised, swollen, red-as-roses pussy. You rock my body hard, making my arms flail like a marionette with its strings cut. You finished inside me in under a minute or two, but during that time I came like 3 times, all dry orgasms. Completely scrambling my mind. When you finally put me down near the rings, my eyes are still rolled back, and only the whites are visible under my half-lidded eyelids. Our combined cum leaks out of me nonstop, like a broken faucet. Then you leave. Finally ending my hours-long torment. I sorely regretted ever crossing your path. I was yours and yours alone. That's why the crowd only takes pictures of my form after you leave, while the medical team has to fight their way to me through the eager crowd. They just reached me in time and caught my head as I slid to my side. They rush me to a hospital and treat my bruises and concussion and give me fluids. I was going to be okay, but only because you let it. However, the medics could heal my body... but not the mind. That was something I had to do myself. And just after getting DESTROYED by the very man who was already beaten before the fight... I wasn't sure if I could do it. Every time I would think about you... my body would shake from fear, but my pussy would flutter in excitement.

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