KERI'S KORNER XIII: THE PAYBACK BEGINS

By Dylan

The night of March 1 st , 2008 was not to be forgotten…or forgiven. Ashlyn, the forty-something brunette vixen, former underground fighter and successful entrepreneur of her own fetish fighting league was struck a hard blow when law enforcement were given an anonymous call which led them to raid the basement where she held all her fights. Fighters were arrested, fans were arrested (rich, high stakes betting fans with normal jobs, families and upstanding reputations), and Ashlyn was arrested. The fate of the league seemed uncertain, to say the very least. Ashlyn had many problems to fix. She had to pay off the cops; not only for herself, but to keep the fans' records clean and anonymous, as well as her girls. She had to somehow gain back the trust of both, if she wanted to continue her very lucrative business. Most of all, she had to find out who it was who called the cops and make them pay.

This leads us to the person who almost lost her very life that night…Keri McDaniel; taken against her will by a man posing as an undercover cop during the raid. Her best friend Brooke was revealed not to be a friend at all, but a very sick and twisted individual with an animal lust for inflicting torture. She would not have survived, and Ashlyn would not have had a chance for her own revenge, (as it was Brooke who called the raid on the league) had it not been for one person. Yes, the only good fortune of the night came by the name of Janine, the current champion of the underground league. She was by no means a friend to Keri. They didn't even know one another, although Janine had seen Keri fight and secretly respected her deeply. Janine managed to escape the raid. In fact, she saw Brooke suspiciously make a call on her cel just before the cops showed up. Even more suspicious was the fact that she saw Brooke and the fake cop secretly talking just before the raid, and then after, she saw him pretend to arrest her along with Keri, as if they'd never met.

This was enough for Janine to get in her car and follow them, leading to the wharf and rows of abandoned warehouses. Unfortunately, she lagged behind and when she arrived, spent hours trying to find the exact warehouse where Keri was being tortured. When she finally did, it was just in time to save Keri from certain mutilation and death. She killed Anita, one of Brooke's hired hands and captured Brooke and another bitch mercenary named Houston . Martin, the “undercover cop” and Vanessa, the british mercenary, had fortunately already left the scene with wounds they suffered at the hands of a very brave and resilient Keri during her torture.

The only question was what to do now. Janine got in touch with Ashlyn and brought her up to speed. The first order of business was to get Keri the medical attention she urgently needed. Next was to find a place to securely keep Brooke and Houston captive. They had to pay for what they did to Ashlyn's club and to Keri, but for the time being, they were not harmed.

As for Keri, she suffered massive injuries, though nothing life threatening and nothing permanent. Ashlyn assembled the best team of “under the table” doctors, who performed surgery on her dislodged breast implants. Ashlyn had them give her bigger ones to replace the damaged ones. She was now almost going to be a D cup. She also required some stitches in and around her pussy, which was also massively swollen and bruised, but her pubic bone was strong and sustained no fractures.

As Keri continued to heal during the next couple weeks, Ashlyn worked fast to find another secret place to stage her events. The longer she delayed, the more she feared losing those very rich fans, who also had begun to lose trust in their safety from authorities and subsequently their anonymity. They were addicted, though, and Ashlyn knew it. She got the word out to each and every one that the matches would begin again very soon. She knew this might not be enough, however, so she devised a special night outside the regular tournament fights that would really feed into their bloodlust. Special fights; special rules. Always different and always exciting. That was her pitch.

For her new location, Ashlyn could have secured a real wrestling ring that was much nicer, but she knew there was something about having it in a damp, dimly lit basement on concrete floors; something about the raw grittiness about it that really got the fans going. They could watch WWE if they wanted to see that slick kind of action. She found a new basement that almost exactly mimicked the old one. Instead of using just a corner of the basement for the arena, however, she built a fence from floor to ceiling that cut the room in half, making the arena more than twice the size of the old one. Now, there were concrete walls on three sides and the fans would watch through the fence that divided the basement. On each of the three walls, she installed new devices that would be used in the matches, which will be revealed in detail in good time.

Three weeks later Ashlyn set up the first event. This night was not to be a usual tournament event. As a thank you for the fans' continued support (and lucrative betting, of course, and of which the house always takes a healthy sum), Ashlyn had a few special fights in store.

This brings us up to date. Tonight is Saturday night and Keri is good as new. She loves her new breasts and in her recovery and training, she struck up an unexpected friendship with the person who saved her life, Janine; blonde, bad and beautiful. She is forever grateful, but she is not the same woman she was, nor will she ever be. She was prepared to die that night and that put her in a very dark place. She is much older; much wiser; and in many ways, much colder. While friends, she still keeps her distance and will never again trust or possibly even love another person again after the trauma that she experienced at the hands of Brooke. Ashlyn herself was so sympathetic that she offered Keri to leave the league with no strings attached. Keri, though, was more resolved than ever to fight. She was scarred and angry. In many ways Keri did die and a new person was about to emerge; a stronger, more merciliess one.

Keri's lust for vengeance against every single person who had anything to do with her ordeal would begin tonight and Ashlyn would dually benefit from it, for, tonight is a special night. There is an energy in the basement tonight like nothing Ashlyn can recall since first beginning the league so long ago. She is thrilled that just about all the loyal rich betting fans are in attendance, despite almost having their secret fetishes “outed” by last month's raid. She enters the fighting area through a gate in the center of the cage fence wearing a long black leather overcoat and pumps. Her long black hair is slicked back. The fans begin to applaud. She smiles and dumps her overcoat on the ground, revealing the skimpiest of black leather bikinis. While well into her ‘40's, she still has the tight body of a 25 year old. She never dresses like this, usually wearing a short dress at her most revealing, but she knows she has to win back the hearts, minds, and trust of her loyal fan base. They have to feel safe here, or at least be distracted from thinking about it. This outfit will help do the job. They cheer loudly. She grabs a mic and holds it up to her lips.

“We're baaaack,” she says. More cheers. “And it's gonna be better than ever. The fights are gonna be longer. The blows are gonna be harder. And girls are gonna be hotter.”

More cheers.

She continues, “Tonight, we've got something special. Grudge matches galour. Couple of new rules; each fighter is allowed in one non-lethal weapon; 2 nd , the match does not end with a submission, although a submission is necessary. It ends after the submission only when the winner decides to stop it. So, if it becomes too personal, God help the loser, because I won't. And so, I think it fitting to begin by making it personal; a re-match of sorts. First, fresh off her latest win four weeks ago, I give you the new, the improved Ke-Ri!”

The crowd goes nuts with the anticipation of seeing who is now one of the very favorites of the league. They, of course, know nothing of the fact that she was nearly cuntbusted to death after they last saw her fight. And they never would suspect, by her grand entrance and healthy body. Willa Ford's “I Wanna Be Bad” blasts through the arena speakers and a side door to the basement opens. Smoke billows out from a fog machine; very dramatic; Ashlyn's idea. Soon, a figure emerges; first just a silhouette of a shapely goddess walking with hips moving left and right with each step. Then, the details emerge; tanned skin; toned muscles – every single one tight; gorgeous face with sculpted features. It is the Keri they all know and love, looking more confident and sexy than ever; with one major addition; her breasts are noticeably much larger than ever before. She is wearing a tight black pair of lycra booty shorts. Her ass cheeks are half covered and beg for more to be revealed underneath. On top she wears a sports bra with cleavage spilling over the top and hard nipples poking through. She dons on her feet black shiny and pointed knee high boots with a thick heel. Her brown hair is tied tight in a ponytail and her eye make-up is dark and heavy. She looks athletic, sexy and very dangerous.

Keri enters the ring and throws her arms up in the air like a champ. She takes something from out of the inside of her boot and throws it in the corner; possibly her non-lethal weapon of choice.

“Her opponent,” Ashlyn continues, “is someone who was last seen almost literally killing Keri here until Keri turned the tables and gained her victory. She is the beautiful, the bad, the deadly A-li-yaaaaaaaa!” A mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. She is remembered as the fighter who didn't even give Keri a fighting chance; tied her arms up and tried to break them, as well as her pussy and tried to kill her at the behest of someone who had paid her. Keri, of course, knows that person now was Brooke. Ashlyn had to throw a lot of money at Aliya to return.

Aliya enters the arena. She is a 26 year-old bright blue eyed 5'7” raven haired brunette with sculpted high cheek bones and full thick lips and looks to be of Irish descent. Her hair is crisp, straight and long, flowing down to her shapely ass. Her 34D breasts now match Keri's instead of overpowering them like in their last match. She is a pure exhibitionist, wearing nothing except a pair of red thigh high stilettos and she's carrying a cat o'nine tails, with small steel balls at the ends of the lashes that have the tiniest of razorblades jutting out all over.

Keri begins to realize that this might not be as easy as she had thought. After all, she only beat her last time by breaking her nose, not by wearing her down. She might not be as lucky this time, but this is a fleeting thought, as her new-found confidence rises above it all.

Ashlyn leaves the arena and Aliya circles Keri and cracks the whip near her. When it lands on the floor, pieces of concrete fly up from the razors that have cut it up at the ends of the four whips. “How's your nose, bitch?” Keri asks.

“How's your pussy, bitch?” Aliya replies.

“I know who it was,” Keri says.

“Good for you,” Aliya says mockingly.

“And you're not leaving here alive,” Keri says, stone faced.

Aliya replies by cracking the whip at her. Keri uses her cat-like reflexes and ducks the whip. It hits the fence and a few sparks fly. There are a lot of “whoas” from the crowd. She chases Keri around the ring lashing away, finally landing one of the strands on her left arm, taking a little bit of flesh. Keri screams and inspects her wound. She looks at Aliya with fire in her eyes. She leaps at her like an animal and before Aliya can get another strike with the whip off, Keri is upon her. She grabs her arm holding the whip and pushes her back. She tries to head-bunt her nose to break it again, but Aliya lifts her head up and Keri finds her chin instead, hurting her own forehead more. As she stumbles backward, she finds herself the unfortunate recipient of a boot between the legs.

It has been a month since her near death cunt busting experience, and although her training since has included toughening up her crotch by a few self-busting sessions, she is not ready for the blow and drops immediately to her knees, grabbing her cunt. Aliya immediately follows up with a sharp knee under her chin, laying her out flat. With her opponent on the floor before her, Aliya raises her whip and sends it crashing down, but Keri is still sharp enough to roll out of the way in time. Aliya tries again and Keri rolls again. It is a chase now, with Keri rolling out of the way three and four times all around the arena, until she reaches the back wall with nowhere to go. She hops to her feet just as the whip comes at her. The whip, with all four ends lash around her torso. The sharp steel balls at their ends imbed their razors into her flesh. All Aliya has to do is pull back to make quite a mess of Keri's beautiful body. Keri reaches out and grabs the middle of the whip and a tug of war ensues.

Keri begins to lose the battle and can feel the pincers pull away at her flesh. She gets a rush of adrenaline and pulls the whip right out of Aliya's hands. She spends the next several seconds dodging Aliya's advances. She needs the time to carefully pull out the sharp steel balls. She runs around the ring and gets three out; one is left and is in her ribcage pretty deep. Aliya is right on top of her and she is hasty pulling it out and takes some flesh with it. Blood drips down her body, but she now has the whip and Aliya backs off.

Keri lashes out but has no experience what so ever and almost hits herself. The whip finds itself wrapped around an overhead pipe and stuck to it. She leaves it dangling there. Aliya laughs and Keri rushes in. It's a catfight. They dance around with their claws in each other's hair; or rather, Keri's in Aliya's hair. Aliya has trouble because of Keri's tight ponytail. Aliya lifts her up in a bearhug and readies for a reverse atomic drop. Keri wraps her sexy legs around her waist preventing her from performing the move. Aliya pivots and charges the wall, slamming Keri into it and knocking the wind out of her. Keri maintains her leg scissors. Aliya repeats three more times until Keri finally loosens up enough for Aliya to spin around and deliver her atomic cuntbust, dropping Keri right on her outstretched knee.

This isn't how it's supposed to be, Keri thinks as sharp pain shoots through her pussy. She stifles her scream. She can't give this cunt the satisfaction. Aliya is visibly impressed and even more surprised when Keri clocks her in the face, knocking them both down. Keri wants to stay on her knees, but fights through it to take advantage of the current situation. She dives on top of Aliya, bringing her right knee home against her crotch. She sees the energy drain from Aliya's body and sees her face go white. It is a very hard blow and she begins to gain her confidence back. Keri latches onto Aliya's awesome tits and pushes herself up a bit, then launches her knee into the cunt's cunt again.

“BITCH!” screams Aliya in pain. Her left cheek is bruising from the previous hit. Keri nails her again right on the clit with her hard knee. Aliya moans loudly and arches her head back. Keri is in a rhythm now and continues firing missiles into Aliya's crotch hard and fast. After six brutal blows, Keri gets off her and Aliya immediately rolls up into a ball and on her knees. Keri is a bit surprised at how quickly Aliya is able to move and thinks she should have worked her crotch over a bit more.

She approaches Aliya from behind and pulls her hair. Aliya quickly counters by reaching back with both arms, grabbing Keri's ankles and pulling forward, dropping Keri on her ass hard behind her. Without losing a beat, Aliya hurls herself backward and when she lands sends her bent and pointed elbow into Keri's cunt hard.

“Oh Gawwwwwwwwd!” cries Keri and her body jolts in response. Before Keri can gain her reflexes back, Aliya repeats the move twice more, then rolls away from her. Keri is reeling in pain and Aliya painfully stands up. She realizes she can't stand fully and crouches over with her legs closed together. She then staggers over to where her whip hangs from the ceiling pipe. She tries in vain to pull it free, but Keri fights through her own pain, fueled by hate, and is right behind her. She pulls the free end of the whip away from Aliya and wraps it around her throat from behind.

Keri tightens the whip and begins to strangle her enemy. Aliya flails wildly and soon is totally out of breath. Keri knows she can end this right now and kill her, but hesitates; not due to a lack of killer instinct, but rather, she hasn't caused enough pain yet and wants Aliya to suffer some more. Still, she chokes her until she almost passes out, so as not to give her a chance to mount another counter attack.

Keri spins her around quickly before she falls and picks her up in a bearhug. She then lifts her high up and into a reverse atomic drop. Aliya's eyes bug out and she bounces off Keri's knee and into the fence. When she lands, she is propped up sitting against it, coughing manically with her legs spread apart. Keri quickly sends a swift kick between them. Aliya mixes cough with scream and slumps over to one side.

Keri grabs onto the fence over her downed opponent and uses it as leverage as she begins kicking and stomping all over Aliya's tender body with unrelenting malice; a classic back alley beat down. Her hard boots kick and stomp her in the face over and over until blood begins pooling on the floor around her. The once stark beauty isn't beautiful anymore.

Keri stops for a breath after several minutes. Aliya weakly holds her arm out. “I—give,” she gurgles out. Keri grabs her outstretched arm by the wrist.

“FUCK! YOUUUUU!” She takes Aliya's index and middle fingers and bends them backwards hard, breaking them. Aliya screams and blood pours out of her mouth. No one has ever seen Keri in such a state of high mania, unable to stop her own madness. She has been psychologically scarred from her ordeal with death and this is her therapy.

She grabs Aliya's right boot and drags her unwillingly to the center of the arena. She bends over and grabs her other boot by the ankle, spreads her legs wide, jumps high in the air and comes down stomping her thick heel onto Aliya's cunt.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Aliya cries out. Keri holds her ankles like snow skis, puts all her weight down with her right leg and grinds her heel into Aliya's pussy. By the look on Keri's face, if she began to breathe fire out of her nose, the crowd would not be surprised. Aliya reaches up and grabs onto Keri's boot in vein. She looks up at her with an agonizingly pleading look.

“Take it, you miserable cunt. TAKE IT ALL!” Keri roars, her voice becoming a low roar, as if possessed by a demon. Aliya lays back down and can do nothing as she feels her clit and pussy lips being shredded under Keri's heel.

After over two minutes of this unending torture, Keri lifts her leg high and sends it crashing down on the same spot. Her thigh and calf muscles are lean and strong and do unspeakable damage to Aliya's privates. Like a machine on auto-pilot, Keri strikes a third time, and a fourth, and a fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth. Aliya has stopped screaming and Keri can see her begin to lose consciousness. Keri drops her legs and staggers backwards. She almost falls over as a huge rush of dizziness overcomes her. She leans on the fence for support. The crowd chants her name, but she doesn't even hear them. She is in her own world now.

She walks over to the far corner where she had thrown her weapon at the beginning of the match. She picks it up and goes back over to Aliya. It is a thick metal rod, like a lead pipe, about 18 inches long. Aliya is still writhing, but her eyes are closed. Keri straddles her stomach, facing her legs, raises the bar high with both hands and sends it crashing into her abused cunt. The cracking sound it makes is horrendous and brings Aliya immediately back to life.

“OHMYFUCKINGGAWWWWWWWWWWWD!” she cries out. Now that Keri has her full attention again, she roughly jams one end of the pole into her pussy.

“What are you---no. no. NOOOOOOOOOO!” cries Aliya as Keri shoves the rod in half way; about 9 inches. Then, with her palm, she begins hammering it in deeper.

“Oh my God!” screams Aliya.

POUND

“OH MY GOD!” again.

POUND

“OHHHHMYYYYGODDDDDDDDDD!” She sits up and grabs Keri's hair, pulling her back. Keri lashes her head backward hard, busting Aliya's nose wide open. Aliya falls back, clutching it.

Keri gets off her and surveys the damage. The rod is protruding from Aliya's twat at a painful looking angle. Keri takes a moment to really think about going through with what she has planned next. She sits on the floor in front of Aliya's feet, who's still on her back. Keri places her own legs between Aliya's and grabs Aliya's boots by the ankles. She bends her right leg and places it gently on top of the rod sticking out of Aliya, who feels the slight pressure and looks up. Her eyes grow huge with deadly fear and she begins blubbering.

“Oh my God. Please. Please. Please don't. Stop. Please. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry,” Aliya says pathetically.

Keri begins softly crying, but is solid as a rock. “You shouldn't have hurt me like that.” In Keri's mind, she's not sure if she's talking to Aliya or Brooke. Either way, Keri brings her right leg back towards her chest, and grabs a tight hold onto Aliya's ankles.

“NO! DON'T!” Aliya screams at the top of her lungs. Keri lashes her right leg forward as hard as she can. Her boot slams the top of the rod and jams it all the way inside Aliya's pussy with one kick. An awful flesh ripping sound accompanies the horrid act. The crowd silences altogether and you can hear a pin drop. Like in slow motion, Aliya and Keri exchange a look; Keri's mainly a curious one; Aliya's a look of utter shock and surprise. Keri never moves her boot from Aliya's crotch and after about five seconds, blood gushes out of it. Her eyes roll up into her head and she falls down without uttering a sound. Her body rattles for a few seconds more, and then…nothing.

First one, then two, then the whole arena begins chanting Keri's name. Keri is transfixed on Aliya's lifeless body.