Parasitoro
Ryonani Teamster
- Joined
- May 30, 2011
In an old underground warehouse, location unknown...
A secret and brutal fighting tournament was being held, for glory and money. Everyone who thought he stood a chance surviving to the end, entered. The crowd was rowdy, loud, and wanted to see a good fight. Everyone had their favorites, but they all just wanted to see action, blood, and even death. Their wishes were certainly being fulfilled. A black guy, barely out of his teens, but very muscular and quick, picked up his opponent in the air, with both hands, placed him on his shoulders. With a confident smirk to the ecstatic crowd, he tensed his muscles a bit, then leapt up in the air, and came back down, springing to his feet. The opponent, a middle-aged white man with a beard, came down hard onto the broad and firm shoulders of the young fighter. A cracking sound was heard, and the crowd went wild, cheering, whistling, and urging the fighter to finish the opponent off. Each man and woman had a different idea how should his opponent die. Even those that were respected individuals to the outside world, clamored for brutality in an animalistic frenzy.
A particular girl in the crowd didn't demand anything, though, as she just cheered the amazing feats of strength preformed by the black competitor. She was having a hard time concealing something....the fighter had been arousing her since the first time she saw him. As a daughter of a rich man with connections, she could get in to watch. A year before, she saw this handsome fighter lose only by the decision of the crowd, in the quarter-finals, after both he and his opponent were alive, but too battered and exhausted to fight. This time, he was facing the current champion. Her fluids were slowly leaking during the dominant display of the fighter with African blood. That would change, when the fighter pulled his unfortunate opponent slightly up, and from behind, using both hands, twisted the champion's left arm with a kimura armlock, which was followed by a drawn out crunching sound, and a desperate scream. The girl was in awe of the display, and her pussy leaked harder. But, as pleasing this was to her, and the rest of the crowd, it was not the end.
The now evident victor hooked his right arm under the neck of his victim, pulling the body up. He held his neck like that, in a tight vice, and the crowd went mad, knowing what would the poor champion's fate be. With a confident, but also sadistic smile, he looked over the crowd, at one moment it seemed he was looking right where the girl was. Her heart was beating fast, and her opening was leaking. The black guy's muscles were tensing, pulsating in short intervals as he tried to end the fight. With one final pull upwards on the neck, it snapped loudly, for everyone to hear, and all the spectators burst in a frenzy, hailing the victor's strength and brutality. When he broke the neck of the former champion, he smiled, showing how much he enjoyed all of this. Flexing his muscles, he greeted the crowd, and went to rest for some time, before the next fight.
But the girl couldn't hold it. She had to haste, to the toilet, to cum there in peace. The images were so intense, she just had to. As her liquids flowed down, she thought...would it be possible to meet the fighter, at least once? He might not live the next fight, so she had to take her chances. In truth, she dreamed of being broken, like the champion. To be dominated, totally. She knew where the fighters' area was. She just needed to gather courage, and go. After a few minutes, the decision was made. She cleaned the mess up, and went to find the young fighter who made her go crazy...
(This would be the first part/post of the story. If anybody likes this, I will resume. Comments, and suggestions are welcome.)
A secret and brutal fighting tournament was being held, for glory and money. Everyone who thought he stood a chance surviving to the end, entered. The crowd was rowdy, loud, and wanted to see a good fight. Everyone had their favorites, but they all just wanted to see action, blood, and even death. Their wishes were certainly being fulfilled. A black guy, barely out of his teens, but very muscular and quick, picked up his opponent in the air, with both hands, placed him on his shoulders. With a confident smirk to the ecstatic crowd, he tensed his muscles a bit, then leapt up in the air, and came back down, springing to his feet. The opponent, a middle-aged white man with a beard, came down hard onto the broad and firm shoulders of the young fighter. A cracking sound was heard, and the crowd went wild, cheering, whistling, and urging the fighter to finish the opponent off. Each man and woman had a different idea how should his opponent die. Even those that were respected individuals to the outside world, clamored for brutality in an animalistic frenzy.
A particular girl in the crowd didn't demand anything, though, as she just cheered the amazing feats of strength preformed by the black competitor. She was having a hard time concealing something....the fighter had been arousing her since the first time she saw him. As a daughter of a rich man with connections, she could get in to watch. A year before, she saw this handsome fighter lose only by the decision of the crowd, in the quarter-finals, after both he and his opponent were alive, but too battered and exhausted to fight. This time, he was facing the current champion. Her fluids were slowly leaking during the dominant display of the fighter with African blood. That would change, when the fighter pulled his unfortunate opponent slightly up, and from behind, using both hands, twisted the champion's left arm with a kimura armlock, which was followed by a drawn out crunching sound, and a desperate scream. The girl was in awe of the display, and her pussy leaked harder. But, as pleasing this was to her, and the rest of the crowd, it was not the end.
The now evident victor hooked his right arm under the neck of his victim, pulling the body up. He held his neck like that, in a tight vice, and the crowd went mad, knowing what would the poor champion's fate be. With a confident, but also sadistic smile, he looked over the crowd, at one moment it seemed he was looking right where the girl was. Her heart was beating fast, and her opening was leaking. The black guy's muscles were tensing, pulsating in short intervals as he tried to end the fight. With one final pull upwards on the neck, it snapped loudly, for everyone to hear, and all the spectators burst in a frenzy, hailing the victor's strength and brutality. When he broke the neck of the former champion, he smiled, showing how much he enjoyed all of this. Flexing his muscles, he greeted the crowd, and went to rest for some time, before the next fight.
But the girl couldn't hold it. She had to haste, to the toilet, to cum there in peace. The images were so intense, she just had to. As her liquids flowed down, she thought...would it be possible to meet the fighter, at least once? He might not live the next fight, so she had to take her chances. In truth, she dreamed of being broken, like the champion. To be dominated, totally. She knew where the fighters' area was. She just needed to gather courage, and go. After a few minutes, the decision was made. She cleaned the mess up, and went to find the young fighter who made her go crazy...
(This would be the first part/post of the story. If anybody likes this, I will resume. Comments, and suggestions are welcome.)
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