By Dylan

Keri is screaming like nothing anyone in the crowd has ever heard as she is carried to the locker room by a couple of Ashlyn’s unsympathetic thugs. It’s just one of their many jobs; to clean up the mess after a brutal match when the loser can’t walk away at the end. Sometimes they cop a feel, but not this time. Even these animals can see that the slightest touch to Keri’s most sensitive areas would just be too cruel after what she has just endured.

All Keri can think is that she wishes she were passed out. Usually after such an intense beating, the victim would be unconscious, but unfortunately Keri’s head is very clear. The heavies dump her body on a table inside the locker room. Just the slight impact of her body hitting the table causes pain to her now fragile body. Her hair is soaked with sweat and matted to her face and her black eyeliner is streaming down her face from the tears. Blood stains her upper thighs around her crotch and her tits are already black and blue.

Jennifer, the towel girl, can do very little to ease her pain; she wipes Keri’s face with a towel. Keri grabs her wrist. “Get the fucking doctor.” Jennifer gives her a look as if to say, ‘Don’t touch me, you loser.’

“He’s coming,” Jennifer says unsympathetically and then walks away. Keri writhes in anguish on the table. She rolls to one side too far and falls right off onto the floor. The impact of the sudden drop causes shockwaves of agony. She’s sure that she has a broken pubic bone. Just then, the doctor enters followed immediately by Brooke. The doctor instructs Brooke to help Keri back on the table. As they do so, Keri screams. Every movement of her body now causes her extreme pain.

The doctor (a woman in her mid forties and quite attractive) tries to examine Keri, who jolts at every touch.

“I can’t help you if you don’t stay still,” the doctor states in a harsh tone.

Keri tries to keep still and her body compensates by shivering uncontrollably. Brooke stands over her head and begins to caress it. Keri uses all her energy to lift her head towards her and with a helpless look on her face she whispers…”why?” She is, of course, referring to the fact that Brooke did all she could during the match to prevent her from submitting every time Keri tried.

Just then, she screams from the doctor’s painfully probing hands and grasps her wrists, which are examining her breasts. “Just give me something for the fucking pain!”

The doctor can see that she won’t get very far with her examination with Keri in this state. She reaches in her bag and shoots her up with morphine. Keri begins to quiet down after a few minutes. April walks in the locker room, big as life.

“Hey, doc,” she says as she walks by, “When you’re through with that lump of shit, come see me. I think I’ve got a bruised heel.” She laughs and slaps Keri’s ass as she passes her.

“You fucking cunt!” Brooke yells after her. April never turns around and heads for the shower.

Keri is still in excruciating pain, but the doctor is able to resume her exam. After probing and prodding for several minutes, especially underneath the hood, she tells Keri that….”aside from the obvious cuts and bruises, you’ve got two minor dislocations of both your breast implants, but I don’t think it will require surgery to re-fit them. That’s the good news. Your pelvis is a different matter. You may have a fracture in your pubic bone right at the apex.”

She is very clinical and cold about the whole matter. “I’ll inform Ashlyn and then we’ll go to my office and give you and X-ray to confirm.”

Keri doesn’t remember anything much for the next few days. She is doped up on pain medication and spending much of her time at the doctor’s seedy little back alley type office.

Keri, being as tough as nails as she is, has not, in fact, suffered a fracture of her pubic bone, but in the coming days it swells up like a balloon. The doctor also is able to re-augment her breasts without surgery. Keri is lucky and she knows it. Ironically, the psychology of the defeat hurt her more than the physical pain. Mainly, it’s the scene playing over and over in her head of her trying to submit over and over. It was the most humiliating experience of her life and all she wants now is to get back in there to redeem herself.

Her relationship with Brooke is another matter. Regardless of the fact that Keri wishes she had the strength of mind and body to beat April, she knew her own limits and nearly paid too much for exceeding them. In Keri’s mind, Brooke turned on her by trying to stop her from submitting and even shouting insults at her. Keri didn’t care if that was her way of encouraging her or what. She was falling in love with Brooke and another side of her came out that night. The most sickening thought are the flashes of that night she remembers of Brooke getting off by fingering herself upon seeing her getting her pussy kicked over and over. There is definitely something about Brooke that is very twisted.

Keri doesn’t want to think about it anymore. She just wants to recover right now. She lets Brooke take care of her for the next few days. No need to be stupid about it. She knows one thing clearly, though, that in the long run Brooke is no good for her; no matter what her feelings for the beauty may be deep inside.

By Wednesday night, most of her swelling had gone down considerably and she begins to move around her apartment and needs less rest. Brooke is getting restless, as Keri totally ignores her, until finally…

“I’m taking care of you night and day. I really don’t deserve this,” Brooke says.

This isn’t the first time Brooke has tried to engage Keri in a conversation, but this is the one that sets Keri off. “You don’t want me to show you what you deserve,” Keri replies. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have had my cunt kicked up into my fucking throat and my fucking tits ripped off my fucking chest.”

Brooke becomes teary eyed. “I just couldn’t stand to see you lose.”

“Really?” Keri says staggering towards her. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

“That’s not true.” Brooke is now crying.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“DON’T SAY THAT!” Brooke’s demeanor suddenly changes to a fireball. As psycho as this makes her, it really turns Keri on. Brooke calms down as she approaches her. “Please…” she says softly and touches Keri’s face softly.

It is inevitable. They embrace. They kiss.

Keri is getting really hot as Brooke lays her down on the bed and begins softly caressing and kissing her all over.

“Don’t…” Keri murmurs.

“I love you,” Brooke says. She doesn’t realize or doesn’t care that Keri is still in a lot of physical pain. Keri doesn’t stop her though. She goes through the little bit of pain for the pleasure it also brings her. Keri holds her breath and gasps as Brooke’s lips reach her pussy.

Brooke begins to kiss her pussy lips softly, then tongues her clit. Keri closes her eyes and begins to relax. Brooke slips one finger inside her. Keri’s eyes open. This hurts a little. As Brooke gets a pumping rhythm the pain subsides.

Then, Brooke sticks another finger inside. Keri reaches her hands down on top of Keri’s head. “Oohhhh!” She is definitely feeling more pain than pleasure now. She tries to work through it. Brooke finger fucks her good and Keri is about to cum. Just then, Brooke sticks another two fingers in.

“FUUUUUCK! That HURTS!!!” Keri screams as she sits up. Brooke smiles up at her and begins pumping furiously. Keri is really getting hurt now. She struggles briefly before turning the tables on Brooke. She pins her arms next to her and shakes her.

“I said that fucking hurt, you bitch!” Keri says. Brooke laughs cruelly. Keri is enraged. She rips Brooke’s panties off with one tug and shoves her fingers inside her. As quickly as she can, she jabs one, two, three and four fingers in her tight cunt and pumps hard. “How do you like it?” she asks.

“Ooooh, fuck me like that baby,” Brooke says and laughs. She is totally insane.

“Oh, yeah? You want it harder?” Keri shoves half her hand in with one thrust. Brooke’s eyes open wide and she begins to buck up and down.

“YES!” she screams.

Keri pumps away and Brooke is loving it. Keri is getting hot again herself, but her goal is to hurt this bitch.

“Take it all, then cunt!” Keri screams as she squeezes her thumb inside and pushes.

“Oh my God!!!!!” Brooke screams and tries to sit up. Keri shoves her back down. She can see that it’s getting a little uncomfortable for her. Keri’s bicep flexes hard as she pushes her fist inside Brooke all the way to the wrist.

“Ok stop,” Brooke says, laughing uncomfortably now. Her lips form a square as she ‘ooooohs’.

“What? You submit?” Keri asks. “I don’t think I’ll let you.” She pumps fast and hard. Brooke begins screaming in pain.

“God! You’re hurting me now. Stop!” she screams. Keri’s eyes are wild with anger. “You don’t like that, do you?” She gets no answer. “DO YOU?!”

“FUCK! NO!” she screams back.

“Then, you won’t like this,” Keri says. She locks eyes with Brooke as she turns her fist into and open palm inside her, stretching her pussy out and piercing its walls with her nails. Brooke’s eyes cross and she sucks in a quick gasping breath.

Keri pumps harder than ever now and Brooke’s whole body shakes and she convulses. She reaches out and scratches Keri across the face. Keri slaps her across the face in turn. “Slut!” she screams and roughly pulls her hand out of Brooke’s twat and follows up with a hard fisted punch.

Keri immediately pulls Brooke up by the hair and tosses her across the room towards the door. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” she screams. “I never want to see you again.”

Brooke is a disheveled wreck. “You fucking whore!” she screams back. “If you do this, you don’t know how sorry you’ll be.”

“I’m already sorry I even laid eyes on your psycho bitch ass!”

Brooke leaves.

Keri collapses onto the bed and cries like never before.

It’s Thursday morning and Keri’s phone rings. She thinks it’s Brooke and lets the machine get it. It’s Ashlyn. Keri picks up. Ashlyn tells her she’s got another match on Saturday. Keri freaks out that she’s still way too hurt to compete in just two days. Ashlyn explains that there are no breaks for losers and since she has no broken bones, she has no excuse. Only the winners are rewarded with two weeks off between fights…sometimes. Keri is eager to regain some dignity, but not eager to get another beatdown. Nevertheless, she has no choice.

Ashlyn also explains to her that now that she is in the 2nd highest tier of fighters in the league, she can’t afford another loss. That would result in going right back where she started at the bottom of the league. Five wins in the 2nd tier advance her to the highest tier. After another loss, however, she would have only one other option of staying in the 2nd tier…that would be a two on one handicap match. Keri hopes she’ll never have to face that choice.

For the next two days, it’s the pain meds and a rigorous exercise routine for Keri. In a way, it’s actually a good thing. It helps get Brooke out of her head. She strengthens herself as much as she can and plans for the fight. Thankfully, there is no theme for this fight as far as outfits go, so she can try to wear something that might help pad some of the blows.

Saturday night arrives, and Keri shows up at the basement arena, nervous as she’s ever been but psychologically determined to win. She’s also downed a hell of a lot of painkillers. She knows they will keep her from being totally sharp, but she’ll need them to survive the fight. She stays in the locker room until her fight is called. She doesn’t want to watch the other matches tonight. It will just get her nervous. She is wearing a denim mini skirt and white blouse. Just when she thinks about throwing up before the fight, she hears her song play and Ashlyn announce her. She struts out of the locker room and through the crowd. She maintains her ‘cute as hell’ smile and confident attitude through a barrage of mixed reviews from the audience. Many are booing her, from last week’s performance no doubt. Those who applaud, do it loudly. It’s clear they admire her ability to step back in the ring so soon. Little do they know she had no choice in the matter.

Keri does the sexiest strip tease she has ever done. She flips her hair. She grabs the fence and she tears off her clothes wildly. Underneath, she is completely bare on top and her breasts look amazing, despite the pounding they took a week ago. Next to come off is her skirt. Underneath she is wearing nothing at all. She spreads her legs and bends over, giving the audience a view of her awesome nakedness from behind. Her pussy is trimmed in single long strip of fur and her nipples are rock hard and projecting far out.

Yes, Keri had thought about wearing some protective clothing, but decided to go the exact opposite. Being a crowd favorite is just as important as protection, and from the growing roar of the crowd, it is a good move…for now, anyway. Her only bit of clothing is her knee high brown suede stiletto cowboy boots. No way she’s coming to the fight without those. This 5’8” brunette is indeed a dream to behold; the face of an angel and the body of a goddess. That’s what every man in the audience is thinking…and one woman, for, in the crowd, hidden in the background, is Brooke…now completely transformed from a dirty blonde innocent looking girl to a platinum blonde vixen.

Keri nervously awaits her mystery opponent, but it doesn’t show. Ashlyn winks at Keri and announces…Jennifer.

Oh, shit! Keri has seen her fight only a few weeks ago. She is the 5’5” dark haired, olive skinned beauty who almost killed poor blonde Jamie in the ring. She loves using the machine against the wall…the pussy pounder, as it has become called. Jennifer struts in, looking stunning. Her hair is long and almost down to her ass. Her thighs are long, lean and very muscular. Her breasts are an enormous 36DD. She has a long nose that suits her thin, finely sculptured face and high cheekbones. She has a crooked, evil smile. She struts to the roar of the crowd, but never takes her eyes off Keri. The first thing Keri notices are those thigh high latex black stiletto boots. Jennifer has on a simple black bra and g-string, which she does not strip off. Instead, she scoffs at Keri and mouths “SLUT” at her.

The cage door closes and the bell rings. They circle each other menacingly, trying to size one another up. It seems as if neither wants to make the first move, until Jennifer strikes with a highflying spinning kick to Keri’s head. Keri’s reflexes are sharp and she blocks the kick. Jennifer immediately closes in and sends various karate type maneuvers to Keri’s head and body, all of which Keri miraculously defends. The force is definitely with her for the moment. Jen tries to sweep her leg. Keri jumps high and avoids it. Jen is running out of her bag of tricks. She jumps high and grabs a ceiling pipe overhead and swings her legs forward, trying to catch Keri in a leg scissors around her head. With sharp precision, Keri grabs each ankle with both her hands just as they are about to close around her head.

Jennifer is now suspended in the air. She is in a bit of trouble and the look on her face shows it. Keri is stone faced as she pulls back on Jennifer’s legs, causing her to lose her grip on the pipe overhead and fall with a hard THUD onto the floor. Keri has not let go of her ankles and the second Jennifer’s back hits the floor, she has her legs spread wide and her pussy stomped with vigor. As if it’s the next beat of a rhythm, Keri jumps high and comes crashing down with her right knee right where she has just stomped. Jen’s upper body lurches up in reflex and Keri grabs her head with both hands and head-butts her hard before throwing her head back to the ground, smacking the back of it hard against the floor.

Keri has surprised even herself. She has seen this girl fight and knows how brutal she will be if she ever gets the upper hand. She cannot let that happen. She is still too sore from last week’s defeat to allow that. Her main problem is that it isn’t very hard to defend against her own simple street fighting tactics. They’re not very coordinated or skillful and Keri is about to wish she had spent some time learning some of what her opponent has.

She has also grossly underestimated the power of her initial attack. She has stood up and is now hovering over her opponent. She takes the wasteful time to drag her body so that her feet face the crowd. She really wants to gain their favor back and will combine the best of her fighting skills and her body to do it. Therefore, she stands with her back to the crowd and bends over at the waist with her legs straight and spread in an attempt to lift Jennifer off the ground. The crowd hoots and hollers at seeing Keri’s glorious cunt exposed from behind for them all to see. They yell even louder when Jennifer sends her foot up right into that cunt with a hard kick.

Immediately Keri thinks, ‘Fuck, that was stupid to try to show off’. This thought, of course, comes after she calmly internalizes ‘Wow! That hurt more than I thought it would for a first blow. I may be in trouble.’

Jennifer jumps to her feet, grabs Keri by the throat with one hand and pushes her against the fence. She squeezes and Keri tries to get her hand off. With Jen’s other hand, she goes for a crotch claw. Keri grasps at her wrist when it gets inches away from her pussy lips. It’s now a power struggle. She’s losing the throat struggle and it is becoming increasingly difficult for her to breath. She summons up all her strength and manages to get both hands away from her throat and pussy, but leaves her legs wide open for Jennifer to send a brutal knee up between. And again. And again.

“UMMPHHHHH!”

“UMMPHHHHH!”

“GAWWWWWWD!”

Keri’s eyes are rolling around frantically. Jennifer laughs and says, “Awww, still sore from that cunt lashing you took last week? Sucks for you.” She knees her crotch again and Keri starts to slump down the fence, but Jennifer pulls her back up by their still clasped hands. She head butts her hard and lets her slump down. Keri is very dazed as Jennifer kicks her legs apart as she sits against the fence. She backs up a few steps and then runs forward, slamming her boot into her twat hard. The fence rattles loudly.

Keri springs to immediate and agonizing consciousness. “OH MY GAWWWWWWWWWWWWWD!” She immediately closes her legs, not giving Jennifer another gift. Her pussy pain is back with a vengeance. It hurts now as much as it did at the very end of her last fight when she thought her pubic bone was broken.

Jennifer drags her body across the floor by the ankles and then holds her legs up high and wide with Keri flat on her back. “Now, what was it you did to me?” she teases. “Oh, yeah.” With that, Jennifer stomps her boot hard on Keri’s pussy, her stiletto heel nailing her clit.

“MY FUCKING CLIT!” screams Keri.

“And I really enjoyed that knee drop. Let me return the favor,” Jen says, then does. This one knocks the wind out of Keri and she mouths a silent scream. With Jen’s knee grinding away on her crotch, Keri sees her claws going for her tits. She cannot let this happen. She grasps at her wrists and another power struggle ensues. Keri is losing the battle as Jennifer’s talons come dangerously close to her breasts. She is in excruciating pain as Jen’s weight is still on her knee grinding away at her crotch, until it slips off. Keri takes the advantage and rolls her over. It is now Keri on top with Jen’s hands pinned on the floor next to her head. She gets a rush of dizziness and is too hurt to lift her lower body on top of Jen’s. She wants to summon the strength to pound her pussy with her own knee, but at the moment, she can’t, so she lets go and scurries away to the other side of the arena.

Jennifer is coming at her fast. Keri is really hurt bad and all she can think is that she can’t let this bitch hit her much more or she’s done for. She summons up her strength and gets to her knees and just as Jennifer grabs at her hair to pull her up, Keri sends a powerful forearm uppercut between her sexy thighs. Jennifer doubles up, spins around and puts her hands between her legs. Keri then grabs both her legs and pulls, causing Jennifer to fall on her hands and knees. With her legs spread apart just enough, Keri lurches forward and sends another forearm uppercut from behind.

“SHIT!” screams Jennifer as she falls on her side. Keri scurries over to her and begins pummeling away at her face. She gets some real good shots in and Jennifer is dazed and hurt by the end of the beating. Despite the immense pain still radiating outwards from her pussy, Keri picks herself up off the floor, and as Jennifer starts to push herself up off the floor as well, Keri stomps her stiletto heel down hard on top of her hand.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH---UMPHHHHHH!” Jennifer’s scream is cut short when Keri sends the tip of her other boot flying into her face, cutting a huge gash open just above her left eye. Blood begins pouring out and Jennifer is reeling. Keri smiles for the first time in the match. She has the advantage. The win is in sight and she can feel it. In her fragile state, however, she knows that she must go to some more extreme lengths to secure it. She pulls Jennifer up by the hair and forces her over to the torture device on the far wall. This is the one that has been installed for matches in the 2nd tier division; the one that Keri herself had been the unfortunate victim of and the one that Jennifer used in her last match to destroy the poor Jamie. Keri was now going to use it without regret.

To describe once again, this device is a crude form of temporary imprisonment for the unlucky opponent who allows herself to be strapped in. Against the wall in the center is a simple turnbuckle seat sticking out. Hanging above are a pair of handcuffs attached to two chains (one chain per cuff). On either side of the turnbuckle, two metal cylinders stick out of the wall about 12” long each. They have a hinge and are in the open position. The idea is to have the victim seated in the turnbuckle, her hands secured above her head by the cuffs, and both legs spread open forcefully against the wall and locked in by the cylinders, causing excruciating pain to the groin muscles. Every time even one of the four hand or leg locks are secured, a digital clock high above on the wall begins to count backwards from 3 minutes. At the end of the 3 minutes, all locks open automatically, freeing the bonded girl.

Keri fully intends to use these three minutes to pound Jennifer’s pussy until she secures a certain submission. She throws Jennifer on the seat and grabs her right arm to secure it in one of the cuffs. Jennifer is groggy and hurt, but alert. She lashes her free hand towards Keri’s pussy. Keri catches it in mid flight. Another seesaw power struggle ensues. Keri has the advantage in upper body strength, but Jennifer’s leg muscles are like that of an amateur bodybuilder and she moves off the seat and forces Keri backwards until she is up against the fence. Keri sees Jen is about to knee her crotch and quickly reverses positions and pulls her body close to Jen’s to give her no leverage to kick be kicked. She can see the impressive damage to Jennifer’s eye up close as blood pours down her face and body.

Keri’s glance momentarily wanders beyond the fence towards the crowd. The striking yellow of Brooke’s hair catches her eye and she notices her in the crowd. This is distracting to Keri to say the very least. As she focuses to see more clearly, Brooke has disappeared from sight. This is a distraction that will cost her dearly, for she inadvertently opens her legs just enough for Jennifer to pump her powerful thigh between them. A rush of pain soars through Keri’s lower body and she goes limp. Jennifer holds pins her hands up high against the fence as Keri tries to slump. She pumps her thigh in the same sore spot again.

“OHHHHHHHHHH!” Keri’s eyes cross and she can’t believe she’s on the receiving end again. She’s in so much pain she can’t even think to defend herself or respond. She thankfully falls to her knees before Jennifer can knee her again, but Jen still holds her hands up high and uses her own legs to kick Keri’s thighs apart while she is on her knees. She winds up and sends her boot crashing into Keri’s cunt hard and lets go of her hands. Keri crumples to the floor, crying.

“OHMYGODYOUCUNT!” she cries.

Jennifer takes this time to wipe blood from her face and out of her eye. She realizes how badly she is cut and the vengeful look on her face would make a grown man quiver with fear. She screams a battle cry as she kicks Keri’s left tit as she lies on her side. The blow causes Keri to go wild with hurt, as her implants were dislodged only a week ago. That pain is revisited upon tenfold right now.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! NOT THERE! OH FUCK NOT THERE!” she cries as she rolls back and forth cradling her breast in one hand and her pussy in the other. Her cries are muted when Jennifer kicks her in the stomach over and over, knocking the wind out of her.

Seeing the reaction kicking her in the tit got, Jennifer sits on her stomach and traps her arms under her legs at Keri’s sides. Without teasing or stopping for rest in between blows, Jennifer begins a mammary pounding melee like nothing Keri could have ever imagined. Jennifer begins by pounding her tits down hard with punches, flattening Keri’s tits against her ribcage. Then, she changes up by punching her tits together from the outside. All the while Keri’s face is flushed white; tears streaming down her face from her tightly shut eyes and her mouth is open wide, releasing her wailing songs of ultimate displeasure.

The uppercuts Jen switches to seem to cause Keri the most intense pain, as indicated by the reflex of her body bucking up and down. After several agonizing minutes, Jennifer stands up and stomps her stiletto heel down on Keri’s right tit, nailing the nipple with either amazing luck or incredible accuracy. Keri tries to push it off, but can’t. Her body is flailing like a fish out of water beneath the brunette bitch.

Jennifer again lowers her attack by kneeling between Keri’s legs and sending uppercuts to her battered pussy. The loud SMACK after SMACK echoes throughout the basement. Keri’s voice begins to go hoarse from screaming, as it has unfortunately done in the past. After several blows, Jennifer tries to lift Keri up by the hair, but she’s just dead weight and Jen is getting nowhere. She changes her tactic by lifting her up by her tits. Suddenly, Keri finds the strength to help herself up. Jennifer leads her by the breasts towards the “pussy pounder” against the wall. She has no trouble getting her hands secured in the cuffs above her head. Then, one leg followed by the other are painfully pinned against the wall and locked in place by the cylinders. Keri’s groin muscles are visibly and painfully stretched and cast deep shadows around them from the harsh top lighting of the arena. Her teeth are clenched, her eyes are glossy and opened wide and her make-up is running down her beautiful, but tortured looking face. She is taking short breaths and screaming through her gritted teeth every time she exhales. She can’t bear the stretching. Her pussy lips are swollen and stick out far from her body.

The clock has begun to count down from three minutes and Jennifer wastes no time. Keri wants to submit, but somehow has the sense of mind to know that doing so will not stop the crotch destruction that is about to ensue for the next agonizing three minutes, so she says nothing. At a time like this, she is somehow thinking of Brooke. She looks for her in the crowd, but only sees an array of sadistic, drooling men with the smell of sweat and blood fueling their hard cocks. She thinks that it must have been an illusion, seeing Brooke. She both wishes she was and wasn’t in the crowd at the same time. She is brought back into the moment by Jennifer, who is now standing on the other side of the arena as she says, “You’re gonna die tonight, bitch. I promise you that.”

“Take your best shot, you mother fucking cunt!” Keri can’t believe what just came out of her mouth. The crowd roars. Jennifer charges fast and sends a brutal field goal kick to the center of cuntland. Keri’s upper body lurches forward and her eyes seem to be looking through space. Her mouth is agape and only the sound of squelches escape her throat. She is in another dimension of pain. Jennifer addresses the crowd and yells “SCORE!” after which she grabs her own crotch with one hand and raises the other and gives the “horns” with her index and pinky fingers, while sticking her tongue far out.

She turns her parading taunt into another quick run towards her target, as she is aware of the ticking clock. Keri is still in the throws of outer space when Jennifer lands her 2nd slamming kick to her vulnerable womanhood. Again, Keri’s upper body arches far out away from the wall until the chains stop her momentum, and her head reaches the heavens. The veins in her neck bulge as she screams madly. Her pussy lips are still very engorged, however no longer protruding outwards, but instead mashed against her body.

Jennifer then begins to pound fists into her stomach, just above her pubic bone, mashing her ovaries within. Keri’s eyes bulge out of her head with every agonizing blow. Jennifer begins her taunting. “You’re my bitch now, aren’t you Keri?”

“Submit.”

SLUG

“To.”

SLAM

“Me.”

CRUNCH

“Whore.”

WHUMP

Jennifer is starting to get tired and is not satisfied with the level of pain she is inflicting on poor Keri. She begins sending huge uppercuts to her breasts; first the right one for many times in a row, then the left. Poor Keri’s tits fly up and down and all she can do is look down at them in horror as she shakes her head back and forth in futility. Next, Jennifer latches her talons on those tits and pulls back as hard as she can. Keri’s upper body arches painfully forward as far as the chains will allow until her arms are stretched above her head and behind her body. Her lower body is, of course, strapped tight against the wall.

“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Keri’s scream is a crescendo from the tugging. “I’m gonna fucking kill you!” she screams.

Jennifer lets go and Keri’s body flies back against the wall. She rushes in and grabs her head with both hands and gets in real close. “I want you to take that back,” she says, mocking that her feelings are hurt. Just then, she pumps a knee hard against her pubic bone and using her grasp on Keri’s head to pull her in.

“JESUS CHRIST!” Keri yells.

“Your voice is really piercing, you know that?” Jennifer says. “It’s giving me a hell of a headache. Or maybe that was you splitting my FUCKING HEAD OPEN.” She grasps Keri around the throat with both hands and squeezes. With her knee, she pumps away repeatedly at her twat.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Keri is struggling for breath. Jennifer is laughing wildly. Her most powerful weapons are her thighs and she is using them full force. Keri is beginning to pass out, gurgling away.

Suddenly, from the crowd…”STOP, YOU BITCH! YOU’RE KILLING HER!”

Jennifer turns her head towards the fence and Keri’s eyes open sharply and look over that way as well. Brooke is at the fence on the other side, rattling away.

“Let her submit, you’re killing her,” Brooke screams again. Keri thinks she is hallucinating, both because of the mere fact that Brooke is there as well as the fact that she is physically a transformed woman. She no longer looks like the 22 year old naïve girl she’s known for the past few weeks. Her new platinum blonde hair and heavy make-up make her look like a mature and very sexy and confident woman…or a really fucking hot stripper.

Jennifer just says, “Oh, is this your girlfriend?” just before she slams another knee into Keri’s abused pussy. “Looks to me like you won’t be getting any for about uh….EVER!” She knees Keri again, keeping her smiling stare at Brooke.

“STOP!” screams Brooke. Some of the unruly crowd begins to push Brooke away from the fence and soon she is overcome by them. Jennifer turns her attention back towards her prey. She backs up a few steps and mocks crying.

“Aww, isn’t that sweet? I think my heart is gonna break.” She puts her hand over her heart as she says this. She suddenly changes her demeanor to the mean-spirited and vengeful cunt that she is. A few quick steps forward and the very tip of Jen’s stiletto boot pounds and buries itself between Keri’s pussy lips. Keri feels the force of the sharp blow like a knife to her flesh and her pubic bone smashed. She howls an indescribable sound and her body seizes up. If her pubic bone wasn’t broken before, it sure must be now, Keri thinks.

Jennifer claps to herself and says, “That one was a bulls-eye, folks.” Keri’s body begins to tremble uncontrollably. She knows by now that this is her body telling her it is close to shutting down. Jen is unmoved by her pathetic state as she wails on her crotch again, this time hitting her pussy with the top of her boot.

Jennifer doesn’t ask her to submit yet. She figures that she is way too out of it to do so. Keri is determined to pass out before she does. She has the heart of a lion but her brains are mush right now.

Meanwhile, Brooke cannot bear to see the torture go on any longer. She runs out away from the crowd and makes a call on her cel phone. This is witnessed by Janine; the champion fighter of the whole league, who is also in the crowd watching the fight unfold.

Back to the fight, or rather, the slaughter, and Jen is now on her knees in front of Keri alternating fisted uppercuts to her tender twat. Keri’s body jolts and her beautiful breasts bounce up and down with every blow. Her soaked hair now covers her face, but her screams are loud and clear.

After about fifteen punches, Jennifer rakes her nails up and down on her pussy, then jams four fingers in and scratches her insides up. Keri is screaming “NO” constantly. Jen stands up and lifts up Keri’s body by her cunt.

“I think you’re so fucking hot, Keri. Isn’t this how you like it?” Jen snarls as she thrusts upward again and again, putting tremendous pressure on her pubic bone. This maneuver makes Keri begin to have a flashback of her last encounter with Brooke and gives her a renewed sense of determination. Just then, the buzzer goes off. The three minutes are up and Keri is released from her bonds. She immediately wraps her hands around Jennifer’s throat and crushes her windpipe. Jen is totally startled by this. She releases her crotch claw and tries to pry Keri’s hands off, but to no avail. She head butts Jen and drops her to her knees in front of her.

Keri is still seated on the turnbuckle and her hands are still choking Jen out. Jen’s face is turning all the colors of the rainbow. As her eyes flutter and she is on the verge of passing out, Keri lets go with her right hand only and reigns down several brutal punches to her face, busting her nose wide open and hitting the gash she made earlier above her eye.

She is an animal on pure instinct. She punches Jennifer until her face is a bloody mess and doesn’t realize for three more punches that Jen has been knocked unconscious.

Now, the rule of a knockout is that the winner must wait a full minute before she is declared the winner. The loser has that much time to revive, and doesn’t even need to stand up, just be conscious, for the fight to continue. It’s the longest minute of Keri’s life. She just stares at her downed opponent and can’t believe she might actually win. She dare not move off the turnbuckle. She’s in way too much pain for that.

Indeed, the sixty seconds expire with Jennifer unconscious and Keri is declared the winner. There are many cheers from the crowd, and even more angry people who apparently bet the wrong way. No doubt, Keri has reclaimed her fans and definitely won some new ones. She wants to break down and cry so bad, but won’t in front of the fans. Ashlyn enters the ring and declares Keri the winner and winks at her. Keri nods back. As badly as she is hurt, her mind is beginning to adapt to the beatings more tolerably.

She is helped out of the arena by a couple of Ashlyn’s thugs. She can barely walk, even with their help. Just before they carry her into the locker room, Brooke appears, looking very agitated and nervous. Keri says, “Fuck off, you psycho.” She’s amazed she has the energy to even mouth the words.

“We have to get out of here. Now!” Brooke declares. Just then, a commotion upstairs is heard and someone screams. “COPS!” It’s a stampede of people trying to get out the only door there is…or so they think. Ashlyn throws a blanket around Keri’s naked body and leads the girls and her thugs out a secret door in the locker room. Once they get outside, however, they are surrounded by cops. Suddenly, it’s everyone for themselves. Ashlyn is caught and arrested. Keri and Brooke manage to get away from them, only to be stopped by a plainclothes cop, who takes them both.

“She’s hurt. She needs a hospital,” Brooke declares. He cuffs them both and throws them in the back of an unmarked car. This is all being watched from a safe distance by Janine sitting inside her car, who looks at the confrontation going on between Brooke and the cop with great interest.

The cop takes off with the two girls in the car. Keri is just about out of it, moaning with pain. Every bump the car makes is torture for her. After a short ride, the car goes off on a desolate road and ends up at a pier and through a maze of dozens of old abandoned hangers.

“Where the fuck are you taking us?” asks Brooke. Keri is passed out.