Punishment series challenge (1 Viewer)

[HyperZealot]

As a Spider-Man fan of many years, that is awesomely done. Glad to see a lot of villains make convincing appearances. In fact, the whole deal seemed like it was pulled from the pages of a comic. Great stuff.

 

[Raden]

Samus Aran had made an emergency landing on Zebes. Not that she wanted to, what with the place crawling with Metroids. But running adrift in space with no fuel didn't seem to appeal to her, so she made the hard choice. Unfortunately for her, while landing her ship she had caromed it off the side of a mountain, and it made a sonic boom that seemingly echoed for miles. Time was even more of the essence now. The door swung open and Samus made the decision to shed her Power Suit. Doing so allowed her to dash at her full speed. She could grab enough fuel to last for days and be out of there before she was noticed.

Using her helmet as a bucket, Samus dashed into the nearest cave. She began grabbing crystallized fossils that served as fuel. It would be enough to get her into orbit at least, and then she could worry about proper resupplies. Filling her helmet to the brim and beyond, so that they were spilling over the side, she made a quick dash back to her ship.

Her fears about the noise had come true, as when she returned to her ship, she was staring down a Metroid. Armed only with her Fusion Pistol, a nonlethal weapon, she was completely no match for a Metroid. With careful maneuvering and her Chozo-enhanced dexterity, she flipped over top of the Metroid, and with one motion, opened the hatch and dumped the crystals in. Slamming the door, she spun around the side of the ship to lose the advancing Metroid, only to run smack into another. As she weaved her way out of the way of the attacks of the Metroids, she failed to notice the large circle of them that had now gathered behind her. Turning away from the Metroid in front of her, she spun only to come to a dead stop as she faced down ten of them. With a slight gasp, she froze, forgetting the Metroid behind her. It stabbed its long, razor sharp pincers into her back. Samus shrieked in pain and surprise, her body stiffening, dropping her pistol. She immediately began to feel weak as the Metroid drained the life from her body. Her mouth hung open soundlessly, as the Metroid sucked every drop of energy out of her. When it finished feeding, all that was left was a dry, wrinkled husk.

Next:

Marian Delario (Double Dragon)
OR
B. Jenet (Garou: Mark of Wolves)

 

[Cloister]

Marian Delario

Marian felt the punch to her stomach before she realized what was going on. A gang of Black Warriors had managed to circle her on the street. The man nearest to her had taken the first shot, sinking his low blow deep into her gut. She folded forward and wretched, but felt an uppercut to her jaw before she drop to her knees. The clean shot to her face knocked her back into the glass store display she was admiring seconds before they attacked her. The rest of the gang closed in and gave her a chance for a breather. She wasn't exactly prepared for a street brawl. Her red dress was no training uniform. Even though she was an instructor at the Sou-Setsu-Ken Dojo, a cheap shot was no way to start a fight.

The Black Warriors didn't give her the chance to fight back. A woman stepped forward with a whip and cracked it mercilessly at Marian. She felt the bite and the sharp pain as the weapon slashed at her dress and left a deep gash in its wake. She screamed in pain and clutched her side. The man who hit her before took a jab at her face, snapping her head back into the glass behind her. She could feel the blood rushing from her nose and mouth. Where they trying to kill her? Escape sounded like an idea, but the circle of men and women was complete. She'd have to go through them now. But they didn't let up. The woman with the whip snapped again, this time catching Marian's arm.

Her struggle was put to an end as one of her attackers brought a crate down on her head. Unconsciousness took her immediately as she collapsed to the ground. One of the Black Warriors closed and threw her defeated form over his shoulder for a kidnapping. Her ruined red dress, bleeding wounds, and fainted expression of pain meant she wouldn't be fighting back any time soon. Her only hope now rest with Billy and Jimmy, assuming they would rescue her before the Black Warriors took their toll...

Next:

Luminara Unduli (Star Wars)

OR

Toph Bei Fong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

 

[Raden]

I think these choices have pretty much ground the thread to a halt.

 

[Courtmaster]

Toph Bei Fong

She lost it for a split second, which caused her heart to skip a beat. She dug her feet a bit deeper into the earth, desperate to find it again, desperate to find any tiny vibration that would give it away. The damn thing didn't even have the courtesy to make any noise as it moved about. Where are you? she thought. She kept her stance low, and her arms tense and at the ready for action.

There it was!

Vibrations traveled from its location through the dry, dusty earth and up the dirty, callused feet of Toph Bei Fong. It was fifteen feet ahead of her and slightly to the left. Without even an instant's hesitation, she stomped the ground, elevating a large chunk of earth, solidified it into something harder, and sent it screaming toward its target. Infuriatingly, the four legged creature jumped out of the way again, and she lost 'sight' of it. Until it landed right behind her. She didn't even have time to turn or release a string of epithets before its tail smashed into her back. She screamed an uncharacteristically high note as she sailed several feet and rolled to a stop. Trembling, she pushed herself to her knees, and felt that the rider had dismounted from the creature. With her right hand, she bended the earth behind her, sending rocks flying at her assailant, but the bounty hunter was too quick on her feet. Great, another Twinkle Toes, she thought with a bitter smile. She rolled around and used the momentum to jump to her feet, ignoring the searing pain in her spine, but the bounty hunter was upon her before she fully regained her footing.

Toph felt the woman's fist smash into her face, breaking her nose, and whipping her head back. "Ugh!" she grunted, falling backwards. A second timely punch from the hunter sped her on her way to the ground. Toph's head bounced off the earth, dazing her as she writhed from the pain. She felt the vibrations of the woman approaching her, heard each footfall with as much clarity as her ringing head would allow. The bounty hunter knelt over her and pinned both her hands down with her knees. Toph frantically began struggling, she had a feeling she knew what was coming next. She kicked her feet around, trying to bend the earth and stop the woman before she...

The hunter's first strike to Toph's face ended all resistance immediately. Her legs went limp as she groaned, nearly unconscious. The lithe woman didn't stop there, and continued pummeling Toph for what felt to be hours. Toph's useless silver eyes had all but swollen shut, and her ribs were bruised and cracked. Eventually, the bounty hunter let up. Toph lay motionless in the earth, lacking even the energy to moan. In her state, she barely even noticed the bounty hunter rolling her over onto her stomach and tying her limbs up tightly. "You're coming with me to the Fire Nation," the bounty hunter said in her deep, seductive voice. "You've been a bad one, and they'll love to see you. What do you think? Slave for life, or brutal, bloody execution? Either way, I do believe they'll pay me handsomely." The hunter giggled as she threw Toph's still body onto the back of her tracking beast, and they rode off to the north.


Zhu Rong - Dynasty Warriors/ Romance of the Three Kingdoms
or
Chel - Portal

 

[h0ly123]

Zhu Rong

5 more enemies fell to the ground, throwing knives protruding from their throats. She had killed dozens, but she was quickly running out of knives and beginning to tire in the face of an endless torrent of warriors hell bent on taking her down
She needed to regroup, but when she looked behind her she realized she had been walled in, she’d have to fight her way out. A sword struck out at her from the front, spinning around it she drove her dagger into her opponent’s ribs, a spear thrust in her direction was redirected into yet another one. Stepping forward she prepared to unleash another volley of throwing knives when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back. Her back arched as she tried to recoil from the pain, fingers losing all their strength and dropping the knives as the spear tore its way through her body emerging slightly to the right of the center of the abs on display through her revealing outfit.

She fell to her knees, dizzy and nauseas from the incredible pain, both hands wrapped around the spear jutting out of her. Any one of them could have finished her just then, instead they signaled for their general, who they knew would want to finish her with his hands. He arrived in short order; placing a foot in between Zhu Rong’s shoulder blades forcing her on all fours as he brutally removed the spear.

She had no time to recover as he sent a sharp kick into her stomach, lifting her knees from the floor. She gagged on her on her own scream as he punted another foot into her stomach, flipping her unto her side. The warriors surrounding her laughed while clutched feverishly at her stomach her mouth hanging open for breath that wouldn’t come.

It made an inviting target for the general, who reared back and smashed the top of his boot into her face, busting her lips and flipping her unto her back. He straddled her waist, with her arms uselessly splayed at her sides he didn’t need to secure them and this position allowed him to get more leverage on the punches he drove into either side of her face. After 5 or 6 her eyes had started to roll into the back of her head, and her breathing was becoming more and more shallow. He decided it was time to finish her, getting as much leverage as he could he drilled a punch directly onto her throat, crushing her larynx. It was all he could do to remain on top of her while she flopped like a fish out of water, hands wrapped around her throat, a foamy mixture of blood and drool leaking out of the corners of her mouth. Slowly her struggles weakened, he bent down and started into her eyes as the spark of life left them.

King (King of Fighters XIII)

B. Jenet (King of Fighters XI) (I switched out Charlotte (Samurai Shodown) since I see how the armor could be a problem, just though people would come up with a way to remove it. Plus she's kinda the same template as King, with being the tough as nails tomboy who needs to be put in her place)

 

[h0ly123]

Do you guys need me to change characters again?

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

holy123, don't worry about your choices, they're good!

King

*huff, puff*

"You had enough yet, girlie?" Jack said, licking his chops at the prospect of finishing off the sexy blonde fighter. King had wandered into the wrong part of Southtown and she got the same treatment all outsiders got: a major beating. She'd fought Jack before, but always in an organized match. On these streets, surrounded by the roar of motorcycles and his blood thirsty gang, there was a palpable sense of menace that was throwing her off. He'd caught her early in the fight with a brutal right cross that had her seeing stars. He was unnaturally focused. The same atmosphere that was messing her up seemed to make him faster. Tougher. Meaner.

Jack stood in front of her now. She threw a half-hearted kick combination that he easily deflected before reaching out and grabbing her throat. She could feel her windpipe being compressed as his fat fingers closed around her neck. The bikers revved their hogs in approval as Jack showed off his immense strength, lifting King into the air with one hand. Her legs kicked meekly and the whites of her eyes began to show as her air was cut off. Before she could pass out, Jack thrust her into the concrete with a vicious choke slam. The ground shook, causing the crowd to jump and then cheer loudly. King's back, neck and shoulders collided with the hard ground and she flipped over, face down. Jack's gang began to chant his name. He stepped away from his victim and began gathering his ki, channeling forces far beyond his comprehension. King was only able to fight up to one knee when she was blasted by a gigantic energy blast. The mystical fire slammed into her causing her to jerk back. As she fell, she could feel the fire engulfing her and burning her shirt off of her body. When the energy dissipated, the gang was treated to the sight of her shapely chest nearly spilling out of her skimpy white bra. She stood on wobbly knees for a second before collapsing onto her back. Jack gathered some steam before leaping into the air and sitting on King. Her upper body was completely squished. The last thing she felt before being knocked out was the feeling of her chest almost caving in and Jack's grotesque backside pressed against her.

"I thought you had guts, kid," Jack taunted. "But you only have a lousy wardrobe." He flexed his muscles while remaining seated on the defeated woman. There was only one "king" of Southtown on this day.

*****

Cammy (Street Fighter)

OR

Juri (Galaxy Fight)

(by the way, I know that Raden has been waiting to write something for the Punishment Series so y'all might want to wait for him to post next or he might actually kill somebody ;p )

 

[Raden]

Cammy struggled to get to her feet. Bison lay defeated on the floor. It had been one hell of a battle. Bison had created her as a vessel for himself, but she had unexpectedly fought back. Her ability to take punishment had been enhanced by the Psycho Drive, and so she was able to take everything Bison had dished out, and hand it right back. Quite possibly, the most successful test of his new host had been his undoing.

Propping herself up on a control panel, she realized what she had to do, even if the potential to sacrifice herself was there. Punching in the 14-button sequence of coloured buttons on the control panel activated the Psycho Drive's self destruct. It would blow the entire base to smithereens with it.

"Self destruct activated. Three minutes to self destruct. Evacuate immediately." The soft computer voice intoned. Cammy painfully clutched her ribs and staggered out of the room. She couldn't run. "Two minutes to self destruct." Cammy tried to move faster cursing her broken ribs. Turning a corridor, she continued painfully on. She took an elevator. "One minute to self destruct." The doors jammed a sliver of the way open. Cammy froze for a second, muttered a curse, then pushed herself into the door hands first. Pushing hard on the door, she managed to wedge her body into the space she made. Groaning with the burning pain in her torso, she used her back and a knee like a prying mechanism, shoving the door open enough for her to get through. "Self destruct in 10... 9... 8..." Cammy saw the end of the tunnel, looking a million miles away."7...6....5....4..." Cammy continued her loping hobble, quickening the pace. "... 3... 2... 1..." explosions rattled the lower deck as the Psycho Drive violently exploded, likely vaporizing Bison's body in the process. Cammy broke into a run, pain searing through her side with every step. Explosions rocked the decks below her, getting closer as more and more equipment blew up, damaging more equipment which then blew... the chain reaction reached the main deck just as she got to the doorway. She was clear of the flying debris, but the sonic shockwave sent her flying 150 meters through the air. She smashed hard off a pile of rocks, banging her head and further damaging her ribs. Cammy slid down the rock pile, laying on the gravel ground below.

Next:

Sonya Blade (Mortal Kombat)
OR
Athena Asamiya (King of Fighters)

 

[sooperhero1]

"Come on, luv, izzat all ye've got?"

Kano's voice sent a shock of anger through Sonya's aching, weary body, causing her head to shoot up where a moment ago it was hanging wearily between her arms.
Sonya's pretty face was already marked and bruised from the beating she'd taken so far at the sneering criminal's hands, but she still managed a fierce snarl, before climbing back to her feet. She had finally tracked him down and cornered him. He wasn't going to beat her now, not after all this time.

The crowd around the cage roared as Sonya got back to her feet, eager to see the fight continue. So far it had been everything they had hoped for: a high and mighty lady cop taking a brutal beating by one of their own. And it looked like the lady cop wanted more...

"I'll kill you, Kano!" Sonya managed to yell over the crowd, causing more baying and hooting before she charged at her enemy...
... right into a clothesline that actually made her do a flip before she landed flat on her face with a grunt.
A chorus of laughter rang out from the crowd, various hoots and jeers at her righteous display just before she was leveled. Sonya just lay flat, arms splayed beside her and her head spinning.

Swaggering towards the flattened woman, Kano sneered around at the crowd, reveling in their mocking laughter, before bending down to make a handle of Sonya's ponytail. The battered heroine coughed and groaned, still not all there as something pulled up on her blonde hair, forcing her to crawl up to all fours.

"That's it, copper!" Kano roared for the benefit of the crowd, "Assume the position! Doggy style!"

Maintaining a tight grip on Sonya's hair, Kano started her on a lap around the cage, her well shaped hind quarters swaying and shifting back and forward in her black and green tights. Kano had been dealing with this bitch messing up his plans for years and he didn't intend to let it end quickly. He was going to drag it out and enjoy the violence...
Sonya began snapping out of it after a few moments, protesting and grabbing at the hand holding her hair, trying to get back to her feet. She stumbled and fell to her knees several times, having to crawl/walk disjointedly after him, until he finally stopped.

Rather than simply letting the heroine stand, however, Kano let her get up part way before slamming and uppercut into her stomach that lifted the heroine up on her toes.
The crowd ooohed as Sonya coughed and gagged, staggering and almost falling back to her knees.
Kano wasn't going to let that happen this time.
Taking her by her green sports bra, Kano tugged her back up straight, forcing the woman's back to arch and her top to stretch away from her bosom.
The crowd began to quiet a bit now, waiting in anticipation. Kano had a particular way of finishing his opponents and it was always something they wanted to see.
Judging by the wide eyed, desperate look on Sonya's face she knew it too. She could see it happening to her right now, had the horrible knowledge of what he was about to do but no strength left in her body to resist him. No matter how she begged her body to help, it had already surrendered.
Kano grinned, his one normal eye looking to the side, as if expecting a drum roll... then he slowly turned back to Sonya.
"Don't look so worried, luv..." he sneered, relishing the look of fear on her face, "I'm a gentleman... I'm not gonna kill ye like i did yer partner..."
Sonya's eyes widened-- Kano jerked his head forward and smashed the metal side of his face into hers with a loud crack.
The crowd roared as Sonya went limp, then spasmed gently as the small fracture in the front of her skull caused her nerves to misfire. Not satisfied with almost surely giving her brain damage, Kano took her sports bra with both hands then ripped it open, causing her round breasts to bounce free before finally dropping her to the floor of the cage like a piece of meat.

The crowd was on its feet now, smashing bottles in jubilation and roaring crazily, the sight of the infamous Sonya Blade's bare breasts being the high light of their month. Kano stepped on Sonya's stomach, pushing down into her on his way out of the cage. Tramping down the steps out of the cage, he faced his men, who were all grinning gleefully.

"Give her a little something to keep her friendly and take her to the apartment," Kano grinned at them, "I could use a little fun tonight..."

Two of his men hurried to obey, each taking one of Sonya's ankles and dragging her out of the cage like a slaughtered pig. Getting her to the steps, one took her under the arms and scooped her up while the other took her by the legs, carrying her down.

"Oh!" Kano turned back to his men, just remembering something, "And clean her up a bit too, boys! Someone made a mess out of her..."


Next:

Aika Sumeragi (Agent Aika)

or

Kim Possible (Kim Possible)

 

[Cloister]

I'm not overly familiar with Agent Aika, but I'll take a shot.

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"...urgggh!"

Aika's current mission on the luxury yacht was going poorly as her situation deteriorated. The blonde woman in the red suit with an impossibly high skirt was stuck in a headlock from behind. A black delmo was currently trying to choke the life out of her as they wrestled on the bow. More ladies in black uniforms joined the fray and took shots with punches and kicks while Aika struggled to break free. Her hands were tied so she was forced to try and fight back with her long slender legs, hiking up her skirt as she went. The first few attackers fell quickly enough, but she lost out to sheer numbers. When she wasn't kicking, the punches came in fast and hard. Her chest was the target but her breasts took plenty of punishment. She shook with each hit, closing one eye and grunting in pain.

The choke hold only got tighter as her strength started to wane. The fight neared the side of the ship and Aika used the railing to flip behind her would-be strangler and kick her away. Two more women in black uniforms grabbed hold of her arms and yanked them back with hardly a second passing from her escape attempt. They pulled her arms tight and kicked her in the chest in perfect sync. Aika folded forward gasping out with a horrible wretching sound. Her red suit ripped along her shoulders as the two black delmos crossed in front of her and used the momentum to flip her on the ground. A black delmo ran in and did a flip, planting her heels right in Aika's gut to knock the wind clear out of her.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!"

Aika was barely holding on as she was dragged to her feet. A black delmo took her head and slammed it into the brass railing, knocking her out cold. She slumped over the side of the ship with her short skirt clearly revealing her white undergarments. A firm push and Aika went overboard, splashing into ocean. The yacht sailed away as she floated face up in the water, beaten and unconscious, her red suit ruined and blonde hair soaked wet.

Next:

La Mariposa (Dead or Alive)

OR

Hilde (Soul Calibur)

 

[Raden]

How convenient! :D

"Agh! Unh! Oof! urgh.." punches continued raining down on Mariposa from the turnbuckle. Tina Armstrong was not screwing around. Mariposa had fought Tina before and had managed to elicit a submission out of her, which had clearly pissed her off. Tina was punching her in the head, her only protection being the lucha mask she wore. Tina stepped off the turnbuckle, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Mariposa stumbled out of the turnbuckle. Tina drove a knee into her abdomen, as dangerously close to a low blow without being one as she could get. It knocked the remaining air out of her, and she jackknifed, holding her stomach. Tina followed up by flipping her up and then dropping her with a very dangerous and equally devastating move. It started like a powerbomb, with Mariposa perched up on Tina's shoulders, but as Tina brought her down, she torqued her, so that the move ended as a piledriver. Mariposa slammed hard into the ring mat and lay there, as she'd been unable to stymie any of Tina's onslaught. For as dominant as she'd been in their previous fight, Tina was making her look like she'd simply gotten lucky.

Mariposa found herself face down on the ring mat. Her legs felt heavy, as Tina had stepped on them. Grabbing hold of her arms, she rocked back, elevating Mariposa by her arms and legs in a Romero ceiling hold. Mariposa shrieked out in pain, and a grin spread across Tina's face. "Say it!" she yelled. "Say what I wanna hear, and it'll all be over!" Mariposa shook her head in defiance. Without warning, Tina released Mariposa's arms, so her body fell downwards and she was now supported only by her knees. Tina clamped down around Mariposa's neck like a vise with a Dragon sleeper. The hold was brutal. Mariposa's knees felt like they were going to pop and snap, and the choke hold she found herself in certainly didn't do her any favours. She struggled mightily, but the big Texan was too strong and fresh, and Mariposa had already taken a beating, so her feeble attempts at escaping the submission hold were amusing at best. Mariposa flapped around uselessly in the Romero choke combo for a moment, and then as her eyelids fluttered shut and her arms drooped limply, she tapped her submission just before passing out.

Next: Ivy (Soul Calibur)
or
Xiaoyu (Tekken)

 

[meepmeep]

"Ooohhh...unnnngh" Isabella Valentine moaned sickly after bearing the brunt of an axe handle strike to her solar plexus. The scantily-clad warrior stood dazed, pigeon-toed and bent over, revealing her massive bosom, her face a fixed in what onlookers might describe as either a rictus of pain or a state of erotic reverie. If the ivory-haired warrior were capable of verbal expression beyond grunts, moans, and sobs at the moment, however, she'd vouch that it was very much the former. Her breathing was labored, milky tits hanging beneath her doubled-over form like heaving artillery on her chest, her segmented snake sword dangling flaccid and useless at her side. Barely keeping her balance, the noblewoman's body subconsciously struggled to right itself, somehow not abandoning its owner's quest to destroy the cursed Soul Edge.

Hellfire erupted from the perimeter of the arena as Astaroth approached his foe, the mighty golem surprising himself with the speed with which he had dispatched such an alluring piece of ass. Snatching the woman's chainwhip from her slack appendage, he proceeded to tie the weapon into knots and tossed the now-useless ball of metal wiring into the blazing inferno. Ivy's hopeless gaze lay upon the creature that had just dispatched her last line of defense, her body's synapses finally allowing herself to realize how utterly fucked she was. Towering over the weakened dominatrix, Astaroth's physiognomy approximated a sick grin as he thrust the handle of the axe down full force on the small of the woman's back, her massive butt having been thrust out in her struggle to remain upright by bending over. Ivy's legs immediately gave out beneath her as she was brought to the floor of the arena, her body bouncing of the stone floor from the sheer force of the attack, her ragdolled limbs inadvertently flailing helplessly. The unconscious woman landed face down on the floor, her sizable hindquarters twitching with aftershocks from the blow in an erotic tableau that proved too much for even a being composed of inanimate matter to resist. Astaroth deftly moved the blade of his axe across the defenseless woman's skimpy costume, cutting loose the lower half of her body from the clothing that barely contained it. He then lay prone on top of Ivy's form, forcing her immaculate facial features down into the filth of hades with his palm and rutting his swollen member into the irresistible warmth of her heroic crevices.

Dominatrix dominated.

Amy Christina Dumas/"Lita" (WWE)

or

Chun-Li (Street Fighter)

 

[Raden]

THE FOLLOWING IS A RAW SPOILER. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED THE 1000TH EPISODE OF RAW.

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Lita and the APA continued to celebrate in the ring, after she had just pinned Heath Slater with a little help from Bradshaw's Clothesline from Hell. One Twist of Fate and a Moonsault later, and the One Man Band was shuffling to the back, no hit single found this week. Bradshaw and Lita talked in the ring, without microphone. The crowd couldn't hear their conversation.

"So then, Lita, there's the matter of payment..."

Lita stopped short. "I, uh..."

"You hired the APA with nothing to pay us with?" Bradshaw asked. He nodded to Farooq. Farooq grabbed her arm.

"Hey, wait, what are you.." she started, but Bradshaw had taken off into the ropes. He bounded back with as much velocity as he could, and slammed into her with a Clothesline from Hell like a freight train. Lita got knocked across the ring with it, and she lay limp. The crowd was aghast.

Bradshaw picked her up, holding her as she couldn't stand on her own power. He held her around the waist, then flipped her up on his shoulders, dropping her with a ring-shaking powerbomb. Lita hit with a splat and was totally motionless. The crowd was stunned into silence.

Bradshaw took a microphone. "We are the APA! We do not work for free! If you don't have our money, don't ask us for protection, or your purchase is null and void!" he screamed, then threw the mic down. Bradshaw and Farooq left Lita unconscious in the ring as the medics ran down with a stretcher. There were fears her surgically repaired neck might have been broken again.

Next:

Karin Kanzuki (Street Fighter Alpha)
OR
R. Mika (Street Fighter Alpha)

Edit: I thought you would like it, meep :D

 

[monstarkook]

I don't write often, but I simply can't pass up the chance to destroy my favorite fighting game girl ever.

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Karin Kanzuki glanced at her opponent up and down and scoffed. This was the man the others had feared so much? His absurd costume alone was enough to give her certainty of victory.

"Surely a more worthy opponent must exist! Such a commoner could never hope to be a worthy opponent for me. Ohohohoh--nnnngh!"

Her laugh was cut off as she was plowed directly in the belly by a powerful psycho crusher, immediately leaving her wheezing and out of breath as she was thrown backward and crumpled to the floor. As she gasped and coughed, she looked up to her opponent with the realization that she had clearly underestimated the situation. She wiped a bit of blood off her lips and stood up again, readying her stance as her breath regulated.

Before her very eyes, Karin's opponent simply vanished. She maintained her ground as her eyes darted about in search. Suddenly, she found herself painfully elevated off the ground, being held up by a fistfull of her hair. She attempted to grab the hand and struggled to no avail before being swung around violently to face her opponent. He smiled at her menacingly, his eyes devoid of pupils and glowing with a purple ferocity, the likes of which sent a shiver down Karin's spine.

"Now you shall know the strength of psycho power!"

Maintaining a tighter grip of her hair, he pulled his other hand back in a fist. Karin's eyes widened as she watched it begin to glow with a purple aura, similar to the one she had seen in his devilish eyes. The fist shot forward in an instant, directly into Karin's solar plexus. She gasped and coughed up blood. He swiftly gave her another blow, this time shattering a rib. He punched again. And again. Tears rolled down her face as she sobbed and wheezed for air. Suddenly, she let out a hoarse scream as an armored knee quickly came up between her legs. Karin was dropped to the ground where she fell to her knees and put her hands to the fragile region that had just been assaulted. Her time on the ground did not last long as her opponent grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground once more. He grabbed an ankle with his other hand and held her above his head for only a moment. She briefly opened her eyes, dazed and defeated, and saw the sky quickly grow distant as her eyes shut again and her mouth opened for a scream she simply could not produce. Slammed down for a brutal backbreaker over the man's knee, she felt her spine shatter as several vertebrae were misaligned. Karin gracelessly fell off his knee and lay on the ground, her hands clutching her destroyed back and the still tender spot between her legs. She sobbed and breathed hoarsely, her tears mixing with the puddle of blood beneath her. The demonic opponent stood over her and smiled that evil smile once more.

"It seems I was not the commoner after all, Ms. Kanzuki."

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Next:

Jasmine (Pokémon Gold / Silver)

-or-

Trucy Wright (Apollo Justice Ace Attorney)

 

[Baku|Haku]

"Reed! Reed where are you" Said sue, The fantastic four had arrived hour ago on doom's castle. Usually when they arrived an army of doom bots would attacked them. But this time it was different. They had seppareted. It was obviusly a trap. While she was pondering this Sue encounter Doom's figure. It was her chance, One shoot with her force field and the Dictator was down, She rushed and attacked him. Doom flew over to a wall. "Imprive Miss Richards...However you cannot take doom for a fool" As he said this Doom shoot several light bolts to the air. Sue easily defelcted them. However this was only a distraction since she only saw the rays on the air and not the ones under her feet. Sue screamed of pain as she was electrocuted. She feel on the cold steel floor face on. As she groaned and tried to get up Doom walked slowly while he shoot more rays. Sue coulnd't deflect them and she got electrocuted. Her screams resounded on the walls, she could feel how her skin was burning and her eyes started to sting. Doom arrived where was crawling, In a desparte effort to get up Sue grabbed Doom's boot. The dictator just kicked her beetween her theeth. Sue falled face up into the ground moaning. Doom came closer to her and stomped her on the stomach making her spit blood and other things. However all of this feel on Doom's boot. "Misserable woman, You dare dirty Doom'd foot!" Doom grabbed Sue by her suit and slammed her into a wall. Her mind was blurry and she was falling into unconsiusnnes the last thing she saw was Doom's boot heading towards her face.....

As Sue woke up she found herself in a Lab, In there there was a lot of death bodies, Most of them were from Skrulls. She gaped in horror. "Ah! I she you have woken up" Said doom as he came close to the table where sue was strapped to. "Do not even attepm to use any of your force field, I have taken care of that" Doom took one of Sue's hand and twited it. Sue body was felt with adreanaline as she tried to scape. She tired to move her arms and legs in any way she could. But she only felt more pain. "You'll have to excuse the lact of sophistication of you paralizing but given the circusmtances i'm sure you'll understand" Sue looked around trying to find anything that could help her. She was interrupted when Doom took her face with his metal glove. "Now...I've always wanted to know how your powers work, Doom shall begin with you and continue with your petty team mates as they come to rescue you, We have short time so let's begin" As he said this he said this Doom took a surgeon knife....

Next:
Bayonetta (From: Bayonetta)

or

Duela (DC Comics; Ame-Comi)(http://www.kirinhobby.com/shop/images/TY4/TYDD03278_kh.jpg)

 

[Cloister]

Bayonetta

Bayonetta fought through the realm of Paradiso currently engaged with the copycat angels known as Joys. She had dealt with them before as they tried to mimic her fighting style, devilish figure, and produced replicas of her demonic weaponry. It wasn't enough to stop a witch like her before, but fighting them n the shining realm of Paradiso was proving to be a different story. Even with her Witch Time and Wicked Weaves, the feathered freaks refused to give up. It was true they had home turf advantage... but she had to admit things were getting ridiculous. Right when she cut their numbers down to one, the Joy would split into three and the frantic battle was on again.

"You naughty angels should call it quits before things get really ugly."

The Joys did not bite on her taunts. Most angels lit up like firecrackers at the sound of her voice, but not them. They hung back until a fourth unknown Joy entered the fray and got a jump on the Umbran Witch. With a crack of its whip, she snagged Bayonetta around the waist and brought her furious punches and kicks to a halt.

"Why you miserable-"

Bayonetta was in for a surprise as the Joy sprung a torture attack on her. The angels had copied her wooden horse move, summoning a gold version. The sharp angled back of the device sprung up from the ground and slammed between Bayonetta's legs. She tossed her head back and cried out in pain at the unexpected maneuver. Like any time an angel seemingly got the best of her, she struggled with all of her might to break free. The other Joys moved quickly, wrapping her up with golden chains until her arms and legs were pinned, and her breasts were left exposed in a compromising position. No magic or one liner would free her now.

"Aaaaah! Urraaaah! Arrggghhhh!"

The Joy pulled the chain wrapped around Bayonetta's neck while keeping a foot planted on her ass to drive her deeper into the horse's wedged back. The witch found a horrifying mix of pain and pleasure while groaning all the while. She couldn't believe the Joys had learned to copy her so well they would try something like this. For once, her unshakable demeanor showed agony and uncertainty as the angels slowly drained her strength. Clawed hands reached in from around her view as the horrors of Inferno prepared to collect her soul upon death. The Joy pulled the chain tighter and tighter until the climax came and landed a decisive blow on their mortal enemy.

"AAAAAAARRRRRHHHHH!"

With a final scream, Bayonetta fell from Paradiso. She landed in an empty realm sprawled flat on the floor. Dark hands quickly reached out, dragging her down with her agonized screams.



Next:

Kasumi Todoh (King of Fighters)

or

Shanoa (Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia)

 

[KiLlEr CrOc]

Is this thread still active? I was really enjoying everyones stories and different writing styles! I hope it continues!

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Is this thread still active? I was really enjoying everyones stories and different writing styles! I hope it continues!

Well, the best way to keep the thread active is to write a story yourself! :p Even if you don't know anything about the characters, look at some pictures and wiki some info and then give it a shot. There are no bad stories, so just do your best and we'll be happy to read it. Writing can be scary, but it can also be a lot of fun.

Case in point, I don't know a thing about Shanoa, but...

Shanoa

"They tell me that the only desire you feel...is my destruction." As Dracula taunted his captured foe, he ran his hands through her long, black hair. He leaned in, soaking in its soft, silky texture. "Unfortunately for you, I'm a man of so many other passions."

Shanoa didn't struggle or fight. She had been beaten, but there was nothing to be gained from kicking and screaming like a child. An elaborate arrangement of mystical chains bound her on a steel contraption and she knew this was the end.

He ran his hand up her thigh, his pale skin momentarily blending with hers. "Why do you hate me? To be so single-minded when your body..." He slid his hand under her dress, dancing his fingers along the front of her thin underwear. "Your body has the potential for so many other things."

At the vampire lord's touch, Shanoa's heart stopped for a moment. What was he doing to her?

Dracula pressed his face against her neck, moisture from his breath teasing her skin. Goosebumps emerged on her arms. "So it ends," she thought to herself. But there was no bite, only a sickening slurping sound as Dracula ran his tongue along her neck and cheek.

"Such a bitter enemy," he remarked. "Such a sweet taste."

"Bastard!" Shanoa yelled. She couldn't remember experiencing such rage before. She would destroy him, she had to now. No grave would keep her from climbing out and exacting her revenge.

At the fiery look on her eyes, Dracula smiled proudly. "Yes! I knew that there was more in this dread vessel than your duty! You want me now, to destroy me!" As he spoke, he looked into her haunting blue eyes, mesmerizing her. Her mouth started to fall open and as it did, Dracula could not contain himself and he forced a kiss upon her. She could bite his tongue off, but he did not care, he had to have more of this woman. He finished nibbling in her lip before unleashing his fangs upon her throat. Her life essence was a infinitely sweeter than the pleasures of her body and Dracula could not restrain himself, threatening to drain her dry. Shanoa could not know if this would lead to her turning or to her death. Her head fell back in defeat, the beginnings of tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Next:

Linna Yamazaki (Bubblegum Crisis)

OR

Miranda Lawson (Mass Effect)

 

[Hoopla]

Although I'm not a big fan of Mass Effect, I'll give it a try.

Miranda Lawson

"I really wish you wouldn't struggle. You already proved that you can't escape." After being ambushed by Cerberus Assault Troops in her bedroom, Miranda didn't have much strenght to struggle. She wished she killed herself since her assailants looked like they were thinking up some fiendish plans.

"Alright. Private, release her."
"Sir?"
"Don't question me! Release her!"

As her chains were being released, she felt an urge to escape out the window. The Cerberus Private must have thought the same thing and rammed a crudely built tazer into her abdomen.

"Aaaahhhhh!" Miranda screamed. The pain was multiplied when the trooper tazed her again.

"Again!"

"Aaaahhhh!!!"

"Again!"

As the tazer came in a fourth time, she started to slip into unconsciousness.

"Hope you accomplished everything you wished to accomplish." the trooper sneered. Miranda slumped over as the tazer came in again.


Next:

Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)

OR

Sophitia (Soul Calibur)

---------- Post added at 03:35 PM ---------- Previous post was at 03:12 PM ----------

I just realized that a story for Sophitia has already been cepreated so I'll use Miss Spencer from Rumble Roses as a replacement.