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- Sep 24, 2011
This story is written by request of Asuka Kazama Ryona who had a cute character, and asked me to write a short story in which she "gets the crap beat out of her". Well, if that's what you want, you've come to the right place.
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Cha stared down the two thugs in front of her. She was more skilled than they were and she had landed some solid blows, but the two-on-one factor had helped them out as well, and she was in rough condition.
"You may as well give up now and just escort me to your leader. I'll be happy to put this little crime ring under."
At that moment, pain exploded in her side as a baseball bat plowed into her kidney. She winced hard as she doubled over, taking a step. "Aaagh... oof!"
"Bitch, you have found me. Be careful what you ask for." The gang leader unloaded again, striking her in the back with the baseball bat.
"UUUAGH!" Cha arched backwards painfully, opening her up to more attack. The gang leader motioned to his cronies, who leapt into action. One of them hooked an arm around her neck. She tried to fight it off, but the other one grabbed her by the legs and then the two of them held her suspended horizontally in the air. She tried to fight, but she had already been weakened, and the two baseball bat shots hadn't done anything to make that better.
The thug holding her by the neck arched back on her, choking the vigilante now. Cha's breathing ceased as she began to be strangled. She tried fighting harder now, but the leader raised the bat again and brought it down hard on her stomach. Cha exhaled hard at the impact, but couldn't replace the lost oxygen. Up went the bat again, and she tried to block this shot, but it came down on her wrist, fracturing it.
Time and again the bat went up and then came down forcefully on her stomach as the gang leader beat the helpless would-be hero with it. Her struggling began to weaken as she took blow after blow from the bat, her stomach and abs beginning to turn a frightening shade of blue and purple.
She started to feel like she were floating as the chokehold took its toll on her, but she wouldn't get off that easy. The leader nodded, and the thugs let her go, standing her upright. She stumbled, but defiantly stayed standing. One of the thugs punched her in the face, sending her spinning toward the other one. She was punched again, sending her back in the opposite direction. Half a dozen more face punches turned her around time and again until she started to feel like a pinball. Suddenly, instead of punching her, one of the thugs grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her toward the leader, then shoved her. Her momentum increased the impact of the punch he laid in to her jaw, which dropped her like a brick. He had put a pair of brass knuckles on and just cleaned her clock with them. Her head snapped to the side and she collapsed, landing flat on her back and staring blankly at the ceiling of the warehouse they were in.
The gang leader smiled at her. "Come on, bitch, I thought you were going to put us under. Let's go then!"
Grabbing her by the hair, he hauled her to her feet. She may have collapsed if he hadn't grabbed a thick handful of her hair and held her up. Rearing back, he plowed an uppercut into her stomach with the brass knuckles. She choked and then gagged as the weapon-assisted blow sank into her stomach, crushing the natural defense of her muscles and causing severe damage. He smiled wickedly into her face as he drew back his fist, and hammered her again. Again she gasped and wheezed as her body doubled over around his fist and arm. He unleashed a third uppercut, this one now destroying her body's resistance as she painfully doubled over again.
Blood began to drip out of her mouth as the internal damage piled up, the brass knuckles mauling her with every blow. A fourth punch caused her to see spots as she wheezed again. He drew back for a fifth, and this time she pleaded. "No, please, no more, I- UUUUPPHH!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the leader drilled her again. He coughed hard a couple times this time, spraying a little blood on the floor. She was limp now, held up only by her hair.
He pulled his fist out of her stomach again, but before she could recover, he launched an uppercut at her face and let go of her hair. The blow snapped her up to standing position, and she would have collapsed like a sack of rocks, but he caught her on the way down. He picked her up effortlessly and lifted her up high, then dropped down and brought her over his knee in a backbreaker. The damage already done caused her to scream in agony as she was viciously bent backward, her resistance having been destroyed and her body readily molding itself to the gang leader's knee as she bent backwards sharply.
The thug was relentless as he stood up, bringing her with him. Lifting her up again, he brought her down across his knee again. Cha was silent this time as her body was flexed backward again, going limp on impact. It didn't seem to matter to the gang leader as he stood, picking her up again. She was dead weight this time as he annihilated the unconscious woman with a third backbreaker, her spine bending easily now as if she were made of putty.
He stopped to admire his handiwork as the beaten woman lay across his knee. Her hair was plastered to her face with sweat, a trace of blood around her lips where she coughed up a spray earlier. Her sky blue top was patchy with sweat and her arms and legs dangled limply. Her lips were slightly parted as the only movement from her was the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She had been completely defeated, failing in her bid to take down the crime ring she had been tailing for months.
Satisfied that Cha had been destroyed, the gang leader picked her up again, turning her so that she was slung over his shoulder, facing downward. He brought her back to their criminal hideout, where the real fun with her would begin. Months of frustrations at her hands would soon be taken out on her....
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Cha stared down the two thugs in front of her. She was more skilled than they were and she had landed some solid blows, but the two-on-one factor had helped them out as well, and she was in rough condition.
"You may as well give up now and just escort me to your leader. I'll be happy to put this little crime ring under."
At that moment, pain exploded in her side as a baseball bat plowed into her kidney. She winced hard as she doubled over, taking a step. "Aaagh... oof!"
"Bitch, you have found me. Be careful what you ask for." The gang leader unloaded again, striking her in the back with the baseball bat.
"UUUAGH!" Cha arched backwards painfully, opening her up to more attack. The gang leader motioned to his cronies, who leapt into action. One of them hooked an arm around her neck. She tried to fight it off, but the other one grabbed her by the legs and then the two of them held her suspended horizontally in the air. She tried to fight, but she had already been weakened, and the two baseball bat shots hadn't done anything to make that better.
The thug holding her by the neck arched back on her, choking the vigilante now. Cha's breathing ceased as she began to be strangled. She tried fighting harder now, but the leader raised the bat again and brought it down hard on her stomach. Cha exhaled hard at the impact, but couldn't replace the lost oxygen. Up went the bat again, and she tried to block this shot, but it came down on her wrist, fracturing it.
Time and again the bat went up and then came down forcefully on her stomach as the gang leader beat the helpless would-be hero with it. Her struggling began to weaken as she took blow after blow from the bat, her stomach and abs beginning to turn a frightening shade of blue and purple.
She started to feel like she were floating as the chokehold took its toll on her, but she wouldn't get off that easy. The leader nodded, and the thugs let her go, standing her upright. She stumbled, but defiantly stayed standing. One of the thugs punched her in the face, sending her spinning toward the other one. She was punched again, sending her back in the opposite direction. Half a dozen more face punches turned her around time and again until she started to feel like a pinball. Suddenly, instead of punching her, one of the thugs grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her toward the leader, then shoved her. Her momentum increased the impact of the punch he laid in to her jaw, which dropped her like a brick. He had put a pair of brass knuckles on and just cleaned her clock with them. Her head snapped to the side and she collapsed, landing flat on her back and staring blankly at the ceiling of the warehouse they were in.
The gang leader smiled at her. "Come on, bitch, I thought you were going to put us under. Let's go then!"
Grabbing her by the hair, he hauled her to her feet. She may have collapsed if he hadn't grabbed a thick handful of her hair and held her up. Rearing back, he plowed an uppercut into her stomach with the brass knuckles. She choked and then gagged as the weapon-assisted blow sank into her stomach, crushing the natural defense of her muscles and causing severe damage. He smiled wickedly into her face as he drew back his fist, and hammered her again. Again she gasped and wheezed as her body doubled over around his fist and arm. He unleashed a third uppercut, this one now destroying her body's resistance as she painfully doubled over again.
Blood began to drip out of her mouth as the internal damage piled up, the brass knuckles mauling her with every blow. A fourth punch caused her to see spots as she wheezed again. He drew back for a fifth, and this time she pleaded. "No, please, no more, I- UUUUPPHH!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the leader drilled her again. He coughed hard a couple times this time, spraying a little blood on the floor. She was limp now, held up only by her hair.
He pulled his fist out of her stomach again, but before she could recover, he launched an uppercut at her face and let go of her hair. The blow snapped her up to standing position, and she would have collapsed like a sack of rocks, but he caught her on the way down. He picked her up effortlessly and lifted her up high, then dropped down and brought her over his knee in a backbreaker. The damage already done caused her to scream in agony as she was viciously bent backward, her resistance having been destroyed and her body readily molding itself to the gang leader's knee as she bent backwards sharply.
The thug was relentless as he stood up, bringing her with him. Lifting her up again, he brought her down across his knee again. Cha was silent this time as her body was flexed backward again, going limp on impact. It didn't seem to matter to the gang leader as he stood, picking her up again. She was dead weight this time as he annihilated the unconscious woman with a third backbreaker, her spine bending easily now as if she were made of putty.
He stopped to admire his handiwork as the beaten woman lay across his knee. Her hair was plastered to her face with sweat, a trace of blood around her lips where she coughed up a spray earlier. Her sky blue top was patchy with sweat and her arms and legs dangled limply. Her lips were slightly parted as the only movement from her was the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She had been completely defeated, failing in her bid to take down the crime ring she had been tailing for months.
Satisfied that Cha had been destroyed, the gang leader picked her up again, turning her so that she was slung over his shoulder, facing downward. He brought her back to their criminal hideout, where the real fun with her would begin. Months of frustrations at her hands would soon be taken out on her....
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