Punishment series challenge (1 Viewer)

[Guy2346]

Helena

"...What the hell?!" Helena thought as Rig successfully countered one of her high kicks, sending her belly-down. He grabbed her foot and turned her knee so that it was facing the ground. He then let out a grunt of rage as he mercilessly drilled her knee into the cement with all of his might. Helena slowly felt her knee being crushed against the ground and let out a howl in pain. She turned over, rolled up into a ball, clutching her knee. Her eyes widened in fear as she witnessed a wry, mischievous smile overtook Rig's face. Helena had been brutally beaten; her stomach was a horrifying shade of blue and purple, as well as her kidneys. Her once beautiful calves and thighs were now unrecognizable. She had never been beaten before, and that is what scared her the most. Rig slowly approached, his smile evil looking as ever. However, Helena's fear shifted from the thought of defeat to Rig as he slowly pulled a rope, a switchblade, and a small silenced 9mm from his coat... "....n-no..."

-- Lili (Tekken)

Or

-- Sakura (Naruto)

 

[elitebeatkhan]

^^ --Lili-- ^^

Her heart suddenly pounded against her chest. Her vision pulsed. She dropped the teacup she had just sipped from.

'Wha...", she spun around, "Sebastian?!"

"I'm sorry miss Lili". Replied the old butler, "master's orders".

Lili felt nauseous, weakened. Her vision pulsed, and she felt the ground tremor underneath her. Suddenly a blast of dark energy erupted from the ground, sending her flying. In mid-air, she felt a crushing blow to her torso, slamming her down, cracking the floor as she landed. 'Urrgh' she groaned as she made out the form of a girl with horns standing over her.

The girl sent a crushing stomp to the ground, which Lili barely avoided as she rolled away. She got up, trying to maintain focus.

'E- Eliza? How?' The girl didn't reply. She vanished. Lili felt the ground trembling again, but with her weakened reflexes, she could not jump away in time. A dark wave of fire burned her and sent her slamming into a wall. Straining to push herself up, Lili was met with a series of fiery blows to her body. She could not match up to the blinding speed of the vampire and ate blow after blow, each punch made worse as it crashed her battered body into the cracking wall behind her.

With a heave, Eliza pulled back and unleased a tremendous tackle, blasting Lili clean through the wall. The helpless Lili lay broken on the floor, panting as she struggled to open her eyes. For a split second, she could have sword she saw Eliza doze off right where she stood, yet, the vampire had awoken now, and she approached Lili with dreaded footsteps.

'It is my time now!' She whispered in Lili's ears. With that, Eliza sank her long fangs into the squirming victim, feasting on her ample bossom.

Lili's scream rang throughout the mansion, and in the shadows along one of the corridor, a sigh from the old butler.

'sigh, guess it can't be helped.'


-- Windranger ( DotA / DotA 2)



-- Eliza (Tekken Revolution)

 

[SufferingLily]

Evil Sakura vs. Karin

This battle had been entirely too easy. It had only taken Karin a few short minutes to defeat her rival Sakura. She laughed; satisfied they both finally knew who the better fighter was.

Karin turned her back on the fallen girl, preparing to leave when she heard the sound of Sakura rousing. With a smile, she spun around, preparing to enjoy the unexpected pleasure of gloating.

Her glee abruptly changed to horror as Sakura rose from the ground, a dark aura swirling around her. Karin took a step back, the laughter dying on her lips.

"S-Sakura?"

Her rival silently resumed her fighting stance, as though the previous fight had never happened. Sakura's usual levity was gone. Instead, she glared at Karin with murderous intent. Karin resumed her own stance somewhat uneasily.

She was surprised; her finishing move should have put the girl out for hours. Karin quickly brushed aside the concern. It didn't matter what kind of trick Sakura was using, it would be a simple matter to put her down again.

Karin dashed forward attempting to deliver a devastating kick to her opponents head, taking her down for good this time. Sakura raised an arm to block with supernatural speed. Karin's leg connected with a sickening crack and she cried out in pain. It felt like she had just kicked a lump of iron.

Before she had time to recover, Sakura's fist planted itself in her stomach causing Karin to double over, clutching her opponents arm to keep from falling. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to hold down the bile rising in her throat.

Sakura violently jerked one of her curls, forcing Karin to look into her eyes. Sakura wore a disturbing grin and her eyes glowed ominously red. A terrible fear suddenly enveloped Karin. Something was wrong: Sakura had never been this powerful before.

"It's time someone put you in your place bitch." Sakura taunted.

Karin's confidence shattered. She felt powerless in her rival's powerful grip.

This is too much... she's going to kill me.

"Okay, you win Sakura. I give up." She pleaded, the sound of her own pathetic voice filling her ears. Sakura only laughed in response.

The smaller girl tossed Karin into the air effortlessly and landed a spinning kick that sent her flying. Karin screamed in agony as she tumbled through the dirt, her school uniform ripping to shreds, revealing the tight black outfit underneath.

Karin writhed with tears in her eyes, clutching her back, thankful only that nothing seemed to be broken. She'd only just managed to sit up when an open hand suddenly smacked her. Karin clutched her face in shock. Sakura stood before her, a sadistic grin painted on her features.

The blonde tried to do a sweeping kick to knock Sakura off her feet. Unfortunately, Sakura saw the kick coming and brought a powerful stomp down on her leg. Sakura ground her foot into the injured leg as Karin screamed for mercy, pinned by her opponent's tremendous strength. She pried uselessly at Sakura's foot, trying to end the pain.

Sakura smiled at her opponent's weakness, lifting her leg. Karin immediately turned around and tried to crawl away, tears running down her face.

"You look good like that," Sakura, mocked walking after her at a slow pace "crawling on your hands and feet." She frowned "but it's time to end this."

Sakura reached down and grabbed the whimpering schoolgirl by her hair and lifted Karin to her feet.

Sakura stepped back and muttered a single word.

"Shoryuken."

Karin's eyes went wide with terror.

"No please..."

A powerful force like nothing she had ever felt connected with her jaw and an explosion of pain rocked through her. The uppercut lifted her several feet into the air and she fell back to the ground with a dull thud. Before she slipped into unconsciousness, Karin thought only one thing. She now knew perfectly well who the superior fighter was.

Sakura turned her back on the fallen warrior who lay unconscious and drooling in the dirt. No not a warrior, just a schoolgirl. She needed to find a more suitable rival.

 

[Strontium90]

Zafina (Tekken)

http://www.fightersgeneration.com/np2/char2/char/zafina-buttlerfly2.jpg

Compared to the other girls, she doesn't get much Ryona love. Apologies for length and anything bad, it's my first fic.

She won. She was through to the semi-final.

Zafina fell to her knees, breathless as her gorgeous brown eyes stared at her fallen opponent, JACK-6. It had taken all she had to win but in the end, she'd busted him wide open. She sneered arrogantly, rubbing her once soft, smooth hands. Sweat covered her whole body, particularly her forehead and the gap between her breasts. Smiling at the broken remains of JACK-6, she wiped her forehead and rose to her feet.
"No sweat," she thought sheepishly, though her cleavage told her otherwise. "After this abomination, there should be no further hindrance to my mission."

She looked down at her pink butterfly bra barely supporting her round, milky breasts; her black spandex shorts decorated with gold rings and enlarging her cute butt; and her long, white boots adorned with black flowers clinging to her long, sexy legs. Everything was as it should be, with no obvious injuries surprisingly. This merely fueled her ego. She'd been trained well, and there was nothing that could stop her now.

GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE

Excellent. Whoever was next had spent just a little longer than her in her previous battle to defeat their opponent. No way they'd be performing at optimum strength at this stage of the competition. Though admittedly, she wasn't either, but she felt confident.
She folded her arms over her bra. "End this battle fast, and you're ready to face... Him." Him of course, referred to Jin Kazama himself. It was up to her to stop him from accessing Azazael's chamber, and this was her opportunity to get close. She wouldn't fail... She couldn't fail...

At last, she heard heavy footsteps from the opposite end of the arena. Shirtless and built like a tank, Bryan Fury stood across from her. Zafina swallowed, though maintained a tough face. She'd studied her opponents during the early stages of the this tournament. The things he did to Lili Rochefort and Julia Chang... She shuddered. The girls' helpless screams for help went unanswered as he assaulted them - leaving both their bodies mangled and desecrated. He was pure evil, and she was going to take great pleasure in vanquishing him. If she could...
"No," she reassured herself. "You can beat him. You must." She'd just slayed this hunk of metal before her, hadn't she?
"Another woman?" he asked to no one in particular, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"L-leave now if you value your life!" she called out.
Bryan stood for a moment before letting out a maniacal laugh. "Very cute. I'll enjoy breaking that soft, squishy body of yours." He studied her curvaceous figure... The sight of this petite Arabic woman with her absurdly long ponytail aroused him, and also amused him, especially her feistiness... It reminded him of that girl with the long blonde hair... The white Victorian dress and those sexy white boots... Her name didn't matter, for she was now a pathetic, worthless, sobbing mess. How long could he stand her attacks? What a foolish taunt.
Now he got to do it again.
"I warned you," said Zafina, though his words had disturbed her. She assumed her fighting stance; a spider-like position which allowed her a great deal of flexibility in her attacks.

Bryan welcomed the challenge and stormed toward her. Zafina's eyes widened as she bent over, laying her hands on the ground and spectacularly cartwheeled out of the way. Her butt had stuck out and the spandex shifted slightly during the motion, briefly revealing her black lace panties clinging onto her perfectly round buttocks underneath. She had no time to worry about being conservative however, as she promptly turned back to face Bryan. Furrowing her brows, she launched her arm toward him. He dodged her attack effortlessly, stepping back as he sneered at her pathetic attempt. The taunt only enraged Zafina as she swung again, crying out in aggression as the blow connected on Bryan's arm. She hissed in pain, retreating, though Bryan remained unfazed by her attack. The punch seemed to have only hurt her, despite her long gloves.

She maneuvered swiftly and smoothly, continuing to punch her opponent, mixing up her attacks with the occasional kick and her fingers stabbing at appropriate weak spots in his body. About half way during her flurry of attacks, Bryan had eventually decided to stop blocking and allowed free hits. Zafina was surprised, though she didn't let up. She continued her futile assault, every connecting hit seemingly amusing Bryan rather than hurting him. Zafina's heart sank as her cries of ferocity gradually turned into despair. This wasn't working, she needed to try something else...

She hurled one final kick towards Bryan's face when the giant cyborg must have felt like he'd had enough just as she was about to switch tactics. Her right boot had been caught in his hand and he glared at her. Zafina stared back, her eyes filled with fear for the first time. Her stomach dropped as she stood frozen, her leg held up as a glorious camel toe revealed itself through the spandex . Bryan's piercing gaze fell toward her crotch for a few moments before he flipped her backwards. She felt her other foot leave the ground as she twirled like a ragdoll into the air. Time slowed as she flipped backward like a discarded soft toy. Eventually, she landed painfully onto the concrete floor.

"Ungh" she yelped, immediately raising her back a little to offset the pain. But she was forced back down again as Bryan mounted her, the air sucked out of her exposed stomach. She looked at her attacker, utterly helpless as he revealed a twisted grin. She raised her fist futilely, banging against his arm feebly, only to have it snatched. She let out a groan of despair and pain as he clamped her wrist, sending pain shooting through her arm. Her groan evolved into a scream. Tears welled up in her brown eyes, smudging her eyeliner. Her arm pinned back down on the ground, Zafina had mere moments to think of a counter attack.
But she couldn't think of anything. She was completely dominated... Completely helpless...
Bryan raised his fist and Zafina could do nothing but plead. Beg.
"No...." she gasped.

And it came hammering down, crushing her soft, left cheek. Her head bounced back off the ground back into another fist, this time to the right. Zafina's exotically beautiful face began to take a pummeling as Bryan laughed hysterically. Her head bounced off the concrete like a basketball as Bryan jabbed her without remorse. Her temple, her mouth, even just above her pink butterfly bra, Bryan laid his hands wherever he could.
And Zafina was powerless.
She'd trained years to combat the greatest of evil, yet here she was, being brutally smashed by someone with a fraction of Jin's power. She'd been cocky... Arrogant. She'd even worn this scantily clad outfit rather than something more appropriate... And now she was paying the price.

Eventually the punches stopped. She let out a rather sexually stimulating moan as Bryan dismounted her. Her breasts heaved up and down as her lungs were now free to take big gulps of air. She knew it was over, there was no way she could win in her state, no way she could accomplish her mission. It was all over.
A hand suddenly wrapping around her butterfly bra and lifting her off the ground however, said otherwise. The battered butterfly outfit fell apart in an instant, exposing a torn black lace bra with her shiny cleavage bouncing due to their new found freedom.
"Unnngh," she groaned softly as he let go, allowing her to fall on her knees. Her head swirled in a spiral motion as she looked down at Bryan's boots, saliva dripping from her lips. Tears had formed again in her eyes, partly due to the pain, but mainly due to the humiliation and despair she felt in her current predicament. Bryan grasped her long wonderful ponytail and gripped it tight. "No! Get off!" She shrieked, wanting his hands off, yet she was too broken to fight. The front strands of her hair covered her pathetic face, gluing to it due to the combination of sweat and tears.

She raised her head, her eyes level with Bryan's crotch as she groped for his abs to support herself, sobbing pathetically. Her hands hooked onto his belt, she looked up at her dominator, his twisted smile bearing down on her broken body. The image engrained into her eyeballs as he kneed her in the jaw. Zafina's eyes rolled back as she spun, landing painfully on her chest, her breasts scraping the ground, tearing the lace bra. Bryan once again laughed, taking pleasure in her beat down. He'd already won - this was merely theatrical now. She was going to be made an example of, just like Lili and Julia. Just like them, she was going to be his bitch. Only, a semifinalist was a much more valuable prize. He was going to have a lot more fun.
"Get up," he commanded, grabbing her hair.
"Please..." she begged. She'd had enough. The mission had faded from her mind. She just wanted to get away. "You win... Please... Have mercy..."
He raised her to her feet. She stood, her body swirling, her eyes half open, her petite shoulders shrugged downward. Her legs slightly bended and her bra barely holding together. She couldn't move... Couldn't resist...
"Please... I'm no match for you... I - I -"
But the Arabic woman was cut off as Bryan bent down and thrust his arm right between her juicy thighs, his rock hard fist connecting with her groin.

"Hnnnnnngh," was all she could muster, feeling his fingers scrape against her vagina for more than a few seconds. The sensation was painful, yet pleasurable. Her hands reactively went to clutch her groin, upset that her body had betrayed her, that such a pleasurable feeling shouldn't have come over her. She felt further humiliated as she slumped down, her mouth connecting with Bryan's crotch area briefly before bouncing off him and collapsing to the ground.
He looked at her now, that feistiness gone, replaced with helplessness and sorrow. He'd literally beaten her senseless. Now she was like that Native American girl... So innocent, so pure... He'd gladly be the one to corrupt this tiny, fragile woman. She was right, he had won. Her arms and legs spread out, she was no match.
"Enough."

Zafina moaned. Someone had intervened. She'd come close, but she'd been spared the fate of Julia Chang, who'd been completely ravaged and left for dead. Her hands found her breasts as she struggled to cover them up. Using her elbows, she scuttled backward away from the man who'd shamed her and her pure body.
"I was rather looking forward to fighting her. I suppose I still can have my fun though."
Zafina stopped her retreat and let out a loud sob. The voice...
Jin Kazama.
He pointed at Bryan. "I will face you in the finals tomorrow. In the meantime... You've done me a great favor softening up this pest."
Bryan merely looked on as Jin began to sprout wings. Horns grew out of his head as he roared. His eyes burned red, and his voice... My God his voice... The devil gene... Zafina could only watch, frozen in place, half-naked as the devil spoke in Japanese.
"You're mine, Guardian of Azazael."

Zafina's throat seized up as her cute butt was lifted off the ground. Jin shrieked with demonic laughter. She grasped for her neck, her legs dangling hopelessly as her windpipe began to crush. Tears streamed down her face with hair obstructing most of the cuts and bruises sustained. The rest of her bra slid off and her breasts now basked gloriously in the sun, bruised and sweating. She looked up helplessly, looking for divine intervention, but nothing was coming. Jin had his left arm raised, while he slashed his right index finger down. Zafina felt her spandex being sliced open as they slipped down her thighs. She could feel the cold piercing wind blowing between her legs and she felt utterly humiliated. Her curvaceous, pretty, nude figure was on display to two of the most evil men in existence. Defeated, she gave one last gasp of air, one last plea for mercy.
"Please... No.... I'm beg - be- beuuuunnnnghhh..."
Consciousness fading, she heard Jin appeared behind her, her last feeling being that of Jin's brushing against her exposed butt and his arms wrapped around her, squeezing her breasts hard as they both flew into the sky towards Jin's cathedral.
The worst was yet to come.

Suggestions: Assassin's Creed -The Independent / Zatanna - DC / Anyone

 

[Psythe]

(@Strontium90 Since you listed 'anyone' as an option, I branched off a little and chose Buffy the Vampire Slayer. hope that works :))



crash!

Buffy looked up from her place flat on her stomach, down to which Faith had just roughly thrown her, too beaten and tired to get up. "You know you should'a killed me when you had the chance B, you know when you thought I was just troubled, didn't think I was a real bad girl" Faith slowly walked up to Buffy's prone form, towering above her with a triumphant smirk across her cherry lips. "Now I'm stronger, faster, better; not just more than I was, but more than you. Now you're my bitch B, and I'm liking it".

Buffy was at a loss for words, unable to muster any clever quips or comebacks she was always known for. This time it was over. She couldn't move, and was terribly sore, clothes torn and disheveled. She couldn't think straight, and could only look up at her long-time rival submissively, waiting for her fate.

Faith reached down and locked a pair of shackles on Buffy's limp, outstretched wrists, then sashayed around behind her, doing the same to her ankles, before making her way back around in front of her, once again looking down at her defeated opponent.

Roughly grabbing a handful of long blonde hair, Faith yanked Buffy from her prone position, forcing her to stand on shaky legs. "Nope, not that far" commanded Faith as she punched Buffy hard in the stomach, causing her to double over and fall back down to her knees. "There, that's better". Satisfied, Faith reached in her pocket and produced a collar and leash to a wide-eyed helpless Buffy, before closing the collar tightly around her neck.

Turning to leave, Faith grasped the leash, giving it an unnecessarily rough tug, forcing a chained Buffy to crawl on her hands and knees behind her. "You know 'B', oh wait, 'slave girl', I've thought for a long time about this, and it's more perfect than I'd ever imagined" Faith looked down and smiled condescendingly at the former Slayer. "Five by five".

My suggestions:

Ayame from Tenchu / Yuffie from Final Fantasy 7 / Anyone from Dynasty Warriors

 

[Raden]

Inspired by this height comparison picture....

where I had remarked that Talim would look much better in a bearhug, I decided to write a short piece.

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Talim did her best to aid the defenders of Ostrheinsburg Castle as best she could, performing minor healing and using distractions to draw enemy attention, then using her tiny stature to nimbly and effectively dodge attacks.

Her luck ran out when she was tending to a fallen soldier, and the golem Astaroth entered the fray.

Stalking up behind her, he grabbed a handful of her hair, causing her to shriek. He lifted her up with one hand, then looked down at the fallen soldier before crushing his skull underfoot.

With the distraction terminated, he turned his attention back to Talim. Talim was flailing, trying to remove herself from his grip. He palmed her throat with his other hand, turning her around, and suspending her in the air by her neck, choking her. Her feet dangled at least three feet off the stone castle floor. She gurgled and kicked ineffectively at the much, much larger Astaroth. He stood almost two feet taller than her.

Balling up his fist, he drew back and then hammered her in the stomach with it. The force of the punch caused her to wheeze hard, and broke a rib. Still caught in his grip, he drew back and buried his fist in her stomach again, more damage being done, causing her to spit up a small blob of blood. Mercy unknown to the heartless beast, he slammed her in the abdomen a third time, causing a more substantial stream of blood to come from her mouth. She dangled limply now, the punches having sapped her strength.

He dropped the priestess, and as she fell, he delivered a right cross to her jaw, breaking it. She ragdolled from the blow, but he caught her again before she could land, then drew her in, wrapping his massive arms around her in a bearhug.

He didn't even have to squeeze hard. Flexing his muscles was all he needed.

"HUACK-" Talim choked out, before she was cut off by the hold. She arched backward, her mouth hanging open as she tried to breathe. Astaroth played around with her a little, relaxing and tightening the hold, making the girl suffer with it until he got down to business, and started squeezing harder.

Talim stiffened as the hold punished her viciously, and then the sound of breaking bones began to come from her body. Talim tried to scream, but her body was so constricted, she couldn't make a sound. The only sounds that came from her were pops, crunches and breaks as Astaroth bucked the submission hold on her, breaking more and more inside her. Blood began to pour from her mouth and nose as cracked bone pierced muscles, damage escalating quickly.

He shook her back and forth violently, whiplashing her. When he stopped, she lay still, resting against his chest as he leaned back, having destroyed the wind priestess, blood dripping onto his shoulder and down.

He swung her around once more and this time, dropped to one knee and delivered a forceful backbreaker, her spine breaking with a wet, sickening sound of finality as she lay across his knee.

He hefted her up by the neck as if she weighted absolutely nothing, and then drilled her into the ground with a chokeslam. She hit the stone and lay motionless, one more defender of the castle out of the way of the onslaught of the attacking force.

 

[Courtmaster]

Sun Shang Xiang - Dynasty Warriors

There was a brief, poignant moment of silence before General Huang Gai's fire ships struck the vanguard of Cao Cao's impossibly massive fleet. Then came the roaring of flame and explosion and the screaming of frightened, dying men. Sun Shang Xiang, princess of Wu, could not see any of this as she hid on her brother's flagship, but she could hear every nauseating detail, causing her to rethink her brilliant plan of stowing along. Quan did not know his sister was on board, but even if he found out now, it was much too late to turn back. The battle for Chi Bi had begun.

Something struck their ship hard, causing Shang Xiang to stumble and fall on her buttocks. Her bow slipped out of her hand and slid along the floor a few feet, hitting a large crate. The violent sound of fighting erupted above her on the deck, and she realized they must have been boarded. She could hear Quan shouting orders to the troops above. "Brother!" she uttered, scrambling to her feet. She grabbed her bow and headed for the stairs.

A body was suddenly thrown down the stairs, covered in blood. Several men cheered as they emerged from the deck, charging down to finish the man off. Shang Xiang could tell by their dress that they were soldiers under Cao Cao. She gasped and swiftly knocked an arrow. The soldiers noticed her too late as her arrow soared and met one of them in the eye. He crumbled and tumbled down the stairs in a heap next to the soldier of Wu. The other men rushed down after her as she reached for another arrow. She stepped backwards, wide-eyed in fear as her trembling fingers failed time and time again to get a grasp on an arrow. She tripped and stumbled back as the three soldiers charged her. Now terrified, she opened her mouth to scream for help, but the man in the lead shot his hand out and clamped it over her mouth. Her scream was muffled as they forced her to the floor. They kicked her bow and quiver away, pinning her onto her back.

"Now what is a pretty girl like you doing here?" one of the men asked with a sick grin, still pressing his hand over her mouth.

"Must be the Lady Sun," one of the others said. "I hear she's a tomboy who loves to fight." Without warning, he clenched his hand into a fist and punched her hard in the stomach. She let out what would have been a sharp scream, but it came out muffled. Tears stung at her large, round eyes. "What are we going to do with her?"

"Have some fun with her, obviously," the third soldier said. He struck her in the eye, stunning her. She groaned lightly, and the first man released his hand from her mouth. Her vision was blurry and her head was pounding. She tried to lift her head up, but a blow to her mouth slammed it back down into the wood. The taste of blood flooded her mouth. Then the pain truly started. The three quickly and viciously started punching her all over; in her gut; in her side; in her small chest; in her face. She didn't even have the strength left to scream.

They flipped Shang Xiang over onto her belly and started raining down blows on her back. A pool of tears, blood and saliva started to pool under her face. Her fingers twitched with each strike, and she started mewling. After several minutes of this, the attacks stopped. She panted and wept as she awaited her fate. Would they kill her now that they were done playing? One grabbed her by the hips and roughly yanked upwards, pulling her buttocks up into the air. She gasped as the men cackled in delight. They flipped her skirt over her back and pulled her panties down to her knees. No, it seemed they would not kill her. Not yet. In the meantime, things were about to get much worse.


Mjoll the Lioness from Skyrim or Etna from Disgaea

 

[unknownwatcher]

Mjoll the Lioness

"The ruins should be right here, Aerin. I want a rematch with that Centurion!"

"Of course Mjoll, the dragonborn told me that he evaded the thing instead of destroying it when retrieving your prized sword"

Mjoll the Lioness is a vigilante traveling around Skyrim looking for adventure. A few months ago, Mjoll nearly died in the ruins of Mzinchaleft because of a Dwarven Centurion. Now, she is at full health ready to take that thing on with the help of Aerin who is an imperial that nursed Mjoll back to health. The pair traveled deeper in the ruins but something was off. There was no sign of any enemies in the area or any sign that the dragonborn was here months before.

'Aerin, something is not right......Aerin?"

Mjoll looked around but Aerin was no where to be found. Just when Mjoll was about to backtrack the entrance, a dart pierced her in the throat.

"Gahhh! what....wh.....ohhhhhh" Mjoll got woozy and stumbled into a wall before she collapsed.

Hours later, Mjoll woke up and found herself in an arena like cell and to her horror she saw a dead Aerin right next to her.

"Aerin! NOOOOOOO!!" Mjoll wept at the loss of her friend but her weeping was interrupted by a laugh.

"hehe, your Imperial friend put up some fight but he couldn't defeat our....champion." Mjoll captor was a Thalmor justicar agent who seemed to enjoy Mjoll's sadness.

An enrage Mjoll ran up to the cage bars, "I'll kill you and your champion once I get out of he-" Mjoll was then interrupted by the Justicar who shocked the cell bars she was holding with a shock spell.

"GAAAKKKK" electrical volts were shooting around in Mjoll's body and it kept going until her body started to smoke. The Justicar then ceased the shock spell and smirked.

"You're not going to leave this ruin alive I'm afraid. We were paid--given a handsome donation by the Black-Briar family to ensure you disappear from Riften for good. So, you will die here the same way this Imperial died...." As soon as the Thalmor said those words, a master Centurion walks in the room and enters the cell.

"If you haven't noticed, you are only armed with a dagger. I trust you and the certurion will get along with each other" the Thalmor let out a soft chuckle as he locked the cell door and left the Nord to her fate.

"shit, I need to think of something!" Mjoll, having only a dagger as a weapon, quickly rushed to Aerin's body to see if he had any weapons on him but she only found a broken iron dagger. Mjoll was unaware of the golden mechanical giant who had moved close to Mjoll and raised it's hammer shaped arm and slammed it right in the back of Mjoll.

Mjoll let out a cry of pain. Her spine felt like it was shattered in a million pieces. She was paralyzed.....

"nooo....so-someone help me......." Mjoll quietly pleaded as tears ran down her eyes. After all she had been through, she knew she was going to die here. How fast her death would be up to the centurion. However, this centurion seemed to be programmed to prolong a target's demise. The Centurion grabbed Mjoll by it's other human shaped hand and healed Mjoll's paralysis but it wasn't out of mercy or kindness. While still holding on to Mjoll, the centurion pummeled the Nord's chest with his hammer arm over and over again.

"gods....help me....UUrrrPPHHH" Mjoll was pleading to anyone who could hear her as blood was being sprayed out of her mouth. the blows caused Mjoll to bleed internally. Mjoll would have certainly died this time but the centurion cast a heal spell to heal Mjoll's wounds.

Mjoll used this opportunity to take the dagger and jam it into it's arm somewhere but the blade broke off. Out of uncharacteristic anger, the centurion slammed Mjoll with it's arm against the wall multiple times until every bone in Mjoll's body was broken. This looked like the end but once again the centurion healed her.

"No.....this thing isn't letting me die...." Mjoll shuddered. She then realized that the Thalmor didn't want Mjoll to simply die, he wanted her to suffer many deaths. This continued for days....months...and years........

Mjoll was stuck in a unending hell that the Thalmor agent created.

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I hoped you all enjoyed that.

here's my two choices:

Batwoman(cassandra cain)

or

kimbery hart(the original pink power ranger)

 

[meepmeep]

Okay, I want to apologize for the length of this piece. I also want to apologize if anyone is offended. I just deeply love the heroic, strong, insular character of the woman adventuress Lara Croft, and got carried away constructing a ryona scenario detailing her precipitous downfall..
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World famous socialite and adventuress Lara Croft heaved a sigh of exaltation, incredulous of her good fortune. After following her father's map to southern Mexico in search of Megingjord, the legendary artifact better-known to English-speaking mythology students as "Thor's Belt," the tomb raider had managed to find the entrance to the relic's resting place after hours of fruitless searching. Lara stood positioned before the cave leading into Xibalba (roughly translated as "place of fear"), the Mayan underworld believed to be ruled by death gods and their servants, with her legs spread and her hands on her hips. Her exposed skin glistened with layers of sweat and grime, green spandex clinging to her massive breasts and framing the heaving artillery high on her chest. A pair of brown canvas booty shorts completed her ensemble, hugging her immaculately sculpted ass and facilitating ease of movement as well as ease of lechery.

Lighting a flare in her left hand, the courageous and independent archeologist descended the stone staircase leading into the underworld, holding her backpack of provisions close to her. She carried in her right hand one of her trademark semi-automatic pistols, a firearm that mysteriously never required additional ammunition and always seemed to instantly reload itself whenever discharged. After walking along the entrance corridor for what she estimated was a several kilometers, Lara stepped out into a miniature coliseum-shaped area. Dwindling daylight poured down into the arena, with a raised pedestal sitting in the center of the room near a horizontal stone slab. Lowering her firearm while dropping the flare and her backpack, Lara's erotically-charged doe eyes immediately widened with avarice, fixated on what she assumed to be her prize. Her eyes were held wide open and transfixed as she began to approach the room's focal point, grinning to herself with immense pleasure at her seemingly unending good fortune.

Her gorgeous countenance immediately clenched shut in a rictus of pain as the back of her head was smacked with what felt like the force of a fucking Mack truck. The brunette was left seeing stars as the world seemed to momentarily tumble out from underneath her, her stomach doing loops. She clenched her jaw attempting to stifle a wave of vomit and turned to ascertain her assailant's identity, but her eyes were instead immediately drawn to his belt. The motherfucker was wearing Megingjord! Mouth agape, Lara's gaze traveled along the man's imposing body until stopping at his wrists, her heart dropping with horror at the recognition of Járngreipr, "Thor's gauntlets." These three artifacts in tandem were an incredible source of power, and Lara knew she was royally fucked unless she acted fast. It was with her own mortality at the forefront of her mind that the sexy warrior turned her gun on the figure behind her, looking to discharge infinity slugs point blank from the mouth of her .45. She held her right arm out erect, fully-extended, anticipating a wave of blood splashback.

But the figure lunged forward, easily clearing the mere inches that separated them, and twisted Lara's arm at an obscene angle. He crushed her hand with a newfound strength imparted by a deity, slipping the firearm out of the woman's instantly useless appendage. Lara shrieked as she entered a world of pain beyond anything she had ever before experienced, and began flailing her legs out of basic instinct, attempting to crab-walk away into the center of the room and break into a run. In her frenzy, Lara recognized her attacker's visage as belonging to Pierre DuPont, a French mercenary frequently employed by her arch-nemesis Jacqueline Natla. She silently cursed herself for her lapse in caution and for having assumed that these antagonists would be preoccupied in Europe and nowhere near central America. The wounded adventuress quickly attempted to get to her feet and gain the necessary balance to flee the scene, but instead moved slowly and ineffectively on her back. She soon found her delectable abdomen pinned under DuPont's boots.

With his prey lying supine on the cold floor, Pierre knelt down and took the gauntlets to work on her shapely legs. The artifacts' power permitted him to snap each leg in twain like mere a twig, leaving the brave woman's lower body at his utter mercy. Lara's mind reeled with pain as she struggled to fathom what the legendary gauntlets had wrought, but before she could form coherent thought, she felt herself being dragged across the floor towards the stone slab in the center, DuPont having coopted her famous French braid hairstyle as a makeshift towrope. Lara clenched her teeth and shut her eyes, hoping to scheme a way out of this fatal ambush but arriving at nothing but dead ends. She was deep underground in Guatemala without working legs and utterly at the mercy of a man whose hands bore the strength of a god. The woman warrior who had defined herself in opposition to her male contemporaries and continually fended off their advances was now completely helpless, her incomparable physique cruelly destroyed at the hands of a man. She, who had improbably built a reputation for impetuousness and cockiness that was regularly backed up with results, was being utterly destroyed by a member of the superior sex. There was nothing she could do now. The world of man had conquered her, its formidable grip now literally dragging her down into a position of weakness and inferiority.

Cradling Lara's mangled body in his superpowered arms, DuPont lay her down on the horizontal slab aside the pulpit upon which Megingjord once rested. Lara's eyes stared up at the large circular opening in the ceiling directly above the center of the room, the little remaining daylight revealing a tempestuous sky that would surely give way to a torrential downpour.

The woman's mind shifted from the shame of her defeat to the remaining physical abuses surely awaiting her ravaged body and fractured soul, and for the first time since the death of her parents, Lara Croft began to weep openly. Two unthinkable atrocities, bookending her life, and both visited upon her by Jacqueline Natla. She wept for her aborted mission of archeological glory and the besmirched legacy of the Croft family. She wept for her obliterated pride and confidence, and her failure to avenge her father's death. Most miserably, she wept in contemplation of the physical humiliations that lay ahead. A grown woman, allegedly a world-renowned adventuress and warrior of fabled cunning and strength, reduced to tears.

Her soiled green spandex tanktop framed a pair of heaving breasts that tugged against their confines, eager to breathe the acrid underworld air. The pair of torn and moist booty shorts struggling to contain the disgraced warrior's protruding buttocks completed the lamentable tableau. A look of salacious glee spread across the face of her foe as he admired his prize. Looking down at the sniveling wreck that was once an unstoppable force of nature, he knelt and savored the tart aroma emitting from her quivering form. The woman's provocative clothing was saturated with multiple bodily fluids and stained with the evidence of her present defeat. Her ample bust, once used to entice and arouse on her own terms, was now exposed as a source of weakness. The twin mounds of flesh lay alluringly vulnerable and hugged impossibly tight to her chest by the tank top, the spandex fabric having ripped slightly after her captor had dragged her ungainly across the floor. DuPont grabbed at a prominent tear on the lycra fabric, and lifted it toward him, tearing the material until Lara Croft's legendary breasts lay wholly denuded before him, brown nipples erect and at attention.

Sneering at the vulnerable warrior, her conqueror spit on her face. The wad landed squarely on the woman's cheekbone, inducing a wince that caused the man to chuckle. He callously flipped Lara onto her back and plucked the woman's flimsy canvas shorts down the lower meridian of her body. All that remained to protect the modesty of the once-proud and callous Lara Croft was a sexy black thong that left the fleshy globes of her ass vulnerable and on full display. DuPont flipped her supine again, and spread her mangled legs and arm. He'd let her have use of her left arm and hand, expecting her to contribute in some ways to what was to come.

Disheveled hair now framed her lamentable face and spread across the stone slab like a scattered halo of brown ashes. A feral mess of a crown whose unruliness threatened to consume her sobbing countenance. "Why was it so satisfying to destroy beautiful things?" he queried internally. For a moment, he gripped the woman's face, staring directly at its uncharacteristic fear. "We meet agayn Mizz Crofte. Shame for yoo zat eet is not under more... felicitous circumstances, n'est-ce pas ?" he asked her mockingly, slapping Lara's face and producing a startled gasp. "I've dreamt of zees momente since our first encountere, and will relish ze time we spend togehtere zees evening... eye hope ze feeling es mutual," he chuckled to himself, still not fully convinced himself that he had managed to quell such a fiery spirit.

With a temerity that refused to acknowledge the event's emotional resonance for the failed tomb raider, her assailant pried aside the fabric of the black thong obscuring Lara's carnal treasure. She lay perfectly still and breathless as his palm slithered beneath the thong, its intended facilitation of ease of movement cruelly subverted to facilitate ease of access. The criminal fiercely cupped Lara's cunt with an abrupt closure of his palm and slipped several digits through the delicate labial petals of her soul flower. This unprecedented violation rent the long-beleaguered heroine's mind asunder, producing a prolonged, piercing shriek that emanated from the depths of her very being. More than any other reaction precipitated by the man's assault, the scream underlined the event's transformative character and solidified the destruction of the very foundations of this woman's identity. Gone was the Lara Croft who had never lost a fight when it mattered, had never acquiesced to the whims of a man, and who had complete control over her sexuality. In her place was left a sniveling wreck who had failed to protect herself physically with everything on the line. A woman who lacked even the bravery and self-respect to prevent her own physical exploitation. How could she be expected to inspire courage in others after allowing herself to fall so far? Following her tragic final, primal scream, Lara gazed upward directly into the grinning face responsible for her complete breakdown, and closed her limpid brown eyes to a world she could no longer engage with on her own terms. In the midst of his crude palpitations, the mercenary felt the woman's entire body shudder, a satisfying coda to the throes of her final resignation. And yet it wasn't over. This was merely foreplay.

Scarcely able to comprehend what his physical dominance and invasive libido had wrought, he nevertheless knew the woman would never be the same. It struck him the sweet liquid covering his hand may as well have been the fighting spirit being drained out of this haughty cunt.

The next forty five minutes were a bacchanal haze for both parties, and ended with Dupont laying on Lara's back, perspiring and exhaling rapidly following this most satisfying of sexual conquests. Lara lay terrifyingly cognizant of the whole ordeal on her stomach, and felt a newfound nakedness as DuPont's form retracted and left her bare backside without an occupant.

Producing a machete from his backpack after donning his clothes, DuPont approached Lara's prone form. In one swift motion, he sliced the machete across the base of the woman's braid, severing the length of tied tresses from the woman's head like Delilah to her Samson. This acquisition was the day's true treasure. Fuck Greek gods. He had just repeatedly had his way with the most exclusive vaginal and anal canals in the world while utterly debasing the stuck-up limey bitch attached to them, and he felt like dying of post-coital bliss. He lovingly sniffed the thick, three-foot-long length of braided hair severed from the noblewoman's head before placing it among the rest of his supplies, quipping

"Il faut qu'on ramène des souvenirs de temps en temps, non?"

With that final indignity, DuPont scooped up Lara's backpack along with his own, wholly content with his day inside Xibalba and heading for its exit. He left the denuded woman paralyzed face down in the center of the coliseum, sobbing helplessly on the stone slab, her plump ass facing the sky's wrath. A crack of thunder signaled the beginning of a Guatemalan deluge.

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

So WWE Diva Emma got arrested for shoplifting. It could all be a big misunderstanding. Regardless, I think it's best if she is taught a lesson.

Emma (WWE)





Emma was face down on the training mat barely able to open her eyes. A thick layer of sweat covered her body, a result of all the struggling and screaming she'd been doing. After a minute locked in Rusev's camel clutch finisher "The Accolade", she felt like she wanted to die.

"Next." The WWE official said.

"Wait...just...give me another minute, please..." Emma begged. She'd already been slammed and stretched for five minutes by some of the company's hardest hitters. In the wake of a shoplifting charge, officials had told her that she could be suspended for a month without pay or go through ten minutes of their new "behavioural adjustment program". She was already hard up for cash so Emma agreed to the latter. When she found out what the program was she realized what a huge mistake she'd made.

Sheamus entered the room shaking his head. "Emma, what are you thinking?" He said with his Irish accent. "I'm very disappointed in ya." He helped her up, steadying her wobbly body until she could stand on her own. "Now you've got to take your medicine."

"Wha...Sheamus, I..." Before she could finish, Sheamus ran forward and nearly took her head off with a Brogue Kick! His big boot smashed into her forehead causing her to flip and crash onto the mat. The collision actually woke her back up after the finishing manoeuvre had put her lights out. She felt nauseous and didn't know where she was.

"Next".

The whole room seemed to shake. Emma couldn't tell if it was her head spinning or...

No...not him. Not now... She managed to roll onto her side so she could catch a glimpse of her next punisher: The Big Show. All seven feet and four hundred pounds of him. He pulled her up by her hair. She shook her head remorsefully, but there was no way out. She'd agreed to this and now she would have to take it.

The official called for a bear hug. Big Show wrapped his enormous arms around Emma's slim waist. It was child's play for him to lift her off her feet into his embrace. One squeeze was all it took to make her bones rattle. She gurgled wordlessly, her arms and legs going limp as he crushed her.

"This is for your own good." He told her. The hug grew even tighter. He dropped her as she was on the verge of passing out.

Emma was splayed out in embarrassing fashion, moaning and fighting back tears. "I won't...I won't steal...I promise...I can't take this anymore...please...not ever again..." The punishment had not gone the allotted ten minutes yet.

"Next".

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Alexa Bliss (WWE)

OR

Super Woman (DC Comics

OR

Whoever you want!

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Please make sure you check out the thread where this pic originated from courtesy of morosenoodle:

Kitana (Mortal Kombat)



Shang Tsung was disappointed. He'd been looking forward to disciplining the emperor's treacherous daughter himself. Her extraordinary agility and deadly fighting style had taken her a long way in the tournament. Some thought she might actually be able to make it past Shang Tsung's bodyguard, Goro. Alas, the invincible Shokan champion had proven to be too much. Goro had overwhelmed Kitana with his four unrelenting arms and he had spent the majority of the fight toying with her.

Kitana was hardly able to stand. Her legs wobbled, her head drooping from side to side, her heart sinking as she awaited the two words she had never imagined could be uttered towards her...

"FINISH HER!" Shang Tsung announced.

Dreadful thoughts filled Kitana's mind. This...this wasn't supposed to happen...not to me... She couldn't stop herself from imagining what Goro might do to her.

Grab onto her arms and legs and rip her apart.

Wrap her up in a double bearhug and squeeze her whole body until she oozes out of her leotard.

Crush her pretty little head into a pulpy mess.

She closed her eyes waited. And waited. And waited. The anticipation became too much and she forced herself to look upon her destroyer. Where did he go? The rumbling behind Kitana answered her question.

Goro's evil laugh boomed in her ears. "I can taste your fear. No true Princess of Outworld would be raised to show such weakness. And yet somehow, seeing you like this, I feel..." He stopped abruptly.

This is it...it's over...I... The kunoichi's thoughts were rudely interrupted by her opponent pressing against her from behind. *gasp* "Goro...no...NO!" Her protests fell on deaf ears. The Shokan were legendary for their size, a fact that Kitana was now well aware of as Goro rubbed himself along her bare thigh. His lower right hand crept up on the other side and his intentions were obvious to everyone watching.

The ravenous denizens of the arena came expecting a bloodbath, but they quickly warmed to this brand of entertainment. Salacious comments flew from their mouths to degrade the defeated warrior woman. The uproar spurred Goro on. He moved his hand onto her right breast, giving it a generous grope. Kitana shuddered as Goro slid two fingers under the blue leotard that was like a second skin to her.

"N...no...please..." She begged. "It can't end like this..."

Goro roughly grabbed her head and tilted it to the side. He stuck his tongue out to give her lovely neck a satisfying lick, his green saliva dripping down the girl's shoulder. "FINISH HER", his master had commanded. On this day, Goro would enjoy an entirely different interpretation.

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Sasha Banks (WWE)

OR

Terra (Atlee) (DC Comics)

OR

Whoever you want!

 

[Raden]

"Guuhhhhngg..."

Yasha groaned and her head snapped back as Dixie delivered a nightstick shot to her jaw. Her arms fell to her sides and her eyes rolled momentarily as she fell backwards, landing with a thud on the canvas, limbs spread as the bell rang, signifying the end of the match.

"Screw all y'all!" Dixie shouted, the booing reaching a fever pitch. "I don't need to listen to this!" Dixie angrily covered her ears to no avail.

She looked at Yasha, still laid out on the canvas. Reaching down, she took a handful of her long, platinum hair and pulled her to her feet. Dixie reared back and slammed home a nightstick shot to Yasha's stomach. Yasha wheezed and doubled over, allowing Dixie to pull her head between her thick, powerful thighs. Wrapping her arms around Yasha's waist, she picked up the ninja and then fell to a sitting position, demolishing her with a piledriver. Yasha was dropped on her head, coming to rest in the middle of the ring on her side. Yasha was lithe, her flexible body allowing her to withstand submission holds that others would tap out to, but she could not hold up too well to power wrestlers if they got their hands on her. Dixie certainly had her hands on Yasha.

The crowd began to lay into Dixie now, chanting "DIXIE SUCKS!" over and over. Dixie's anger fed off it as she picked Yasha up again. Yasha moaned thickly, defenseless. Dixie scooped up Yasha over her shoulder and then primed her for a tombstone piledriver, dropping her with force as she fell to her knees. Yasha's skull impacted the ring and her body settled to the canvas, flat on her back, blood beginning to trickle from a cut on her head. Dixie took the opportunity to kneel overtop Yasha and begin hammering her in her beautiful face, widening the gash threefold and making the cut bleed worse. Blood smeared on her face and in her hair, turning it red in spots.

Dixie took Yasha by the hair and pulled her to her knees. Yasha's eyes were half open, her lips parted. She was clearly unable to defend herself.

Dixie clenched her teeth and then drove a knee into Yasha's head. Her head whipped back, but Dixie kept a hold of her hair, so she wouldn't fall over. Holding Yasha in place, she did it again. This knee caught her in the face, opening another cut. Yasha was out of it, as evidenced by the glassy look in her eyes. Dixie threw Yasha face down and then stood over her, pulling her up by the arms and squatting, hooking her arms over her thighs. Cupping her chin with her hands, she reared back on Yasha and locked in a camel clutch.

Yasha was lithe and bendable, but not indestructible. She had her limits, and Dixie reached and then exceeded them as she leaned back, pulling Yasha painfully and sharply backwards. Yasha moaned pitifully in agony as her chest was thrust out, her breasts tantalizing to look at as her white and gold-trimmed body suit barely covered her. Blood ran down her face and under Dixie's hands, dripping down her neck and onto her chest. Yasha was sharply bent back and began to tap out a submission on Dixie's leg... but Dixie refused to let go. Yasha's moans got quieter and her tapping weakened, before she went slack in Dixie's grasp, passing out. Dixie refused to break the hold, punishing the unconscious ninja, second by agonizing second.

In her mind, it made perfect sense. The crowd had been turning on her bit by bit, but she was a good person. If they didn't like the cowgirl, then she'd portray herself as a cop. Cops were good people, right? She kept reassuring herself she was good, even as she destroyed Yasha with her submission hold. Finally, after a long minute, she released the hold on Yasha, allowing her to collapse lifelessly to the canvas, bleeding a small puddle of blood in the ring. She rolled Yasha on her back, blood smeared all over her face, chest and hair now, and then stomped down on Yasha's chest, posing with the completely devastated, unconscious and bloody ninja under her boot.

 

[Raden]

Yukiko was dazed as Bridget scraped her off the canvas again. It had been a hard fought match on both sides, but Bridget caught Yukiko with a rake to the eyes, and then a kick to the crotch. After that, she had started throwing Yukiko around the ring with her various suplexes.

Bridget stood Yukiko up, who was on wobbly legs. Hooking an arm under one of her knees, she stood suddenly and clasped her other arm around Yukiko's body, hooking her up in a capture suplex. Holding her off her feet for a moment to display her strength, Bridget suddenly popped her hips, poushing backward and launching Yukiko across the ring again.

*WHAM*

The pink haired beauty slammed into the ring again with a grunt. Bridget covered her, but once again only got a two count. Every time Yukiko kicked out, the crowd came alive cheering... only to quiet down again when Bridget slammed her with another huge move.

Yukiko's will was incredible, and was a lot of why she had remained champion for three years. She simply refused to go down. Many women had tried, but then not many had the skill set of Bridget Won.

Bridget pulled Yukiko to her feet again. It almost seemed like she wouldn't stay standing, but she managed the strength. Bridget smiled at this, then took a step backward. She closed the distance again as she stepped in, delivering a massive superkick to Yukiko's chin, snapping her head back and sinking her to the canvas. It was one of her signature kicks.

Bridget pinned Yukiko, grinning cockily... but was floored when Yukiko kicked out. Just barely, but it was a kickout.

Bridget's eyes opened in shock. "What? She kick out?"

Then her lip curled. "Grrrr...."

Grabbing a handful of her luxurious pink hair again, she stood Yukiko up, then kneed her in the stomach. "HURGH!" Yukiko wheezed as Bridget's powerful knee caught her in the abdomen, doubling her over.

Bridget raised one leg straight up in the air, showing off not only her flexibility, but her powerful, muscular legs... as well as a bit of an upshot of her qipao as well. She grinned playfully. She knew what the audience liked.

Then she brought her leg down on the back of Yukiko's head like a hammer, drilling her with an axe kick. Yukiko hit the canvas and laid there, limp.

Bridget pulled Yukiko back to her knees. Continuing her vicious striking, she planted a knee into the side of Yukiko's head. Then she changed it up and kneed Yukiko in the other side, to even things out.

Striking a low martial arts stance, she leaned back and then demolished Yukiko with a buzzsaw kick across the head. Yukiko flopped backwards onto her back, where Bridget pinned her.

"ONE... TWO... THREE!"

The crowd was stunned. They were used to seeing their heroine make a huge comeback. They had seen it for years. But suddenly, Yukiko was unable to kick out, and Bridget was now in the top contention for a title shot. Bridget smiled down at Yukiko, who lay on the canvas.

Bridget got under Yukiko's arms and then hefted her up again. Yukiko was dazed, unable to stand.

Bridget picked her up again, almost as if she were going to bodyslam her, but then she turned it into a clasp around the waist. Bridget did not often perform rough, "barbaric" moves as she called them, but she decided Yukiko deserved it.

Holding Yukiko's limp body upside down, she dropped to her knees and spiked Yukiko with a tombstone piledriver, crushing the unconscious woman and planting her in the center of the ring.

Bridget smiled and stood up, then raised her arms in victory and put her foot on Yukiko's chest, cementing her dominance over the current, longtime Wrestle Angels champion.

 

[Raden]

A dazed Corey Sniper stood in the middle of the ring, seemingly on her last power. Long legs on a short girl, they wobbled as she struggled to remain standing. Chris Morgan clenched her teeth, setting her jaw. She hit the ropes and used them as a slingshot, barreling towards Sniper like a train. Morgan held a ten inch height advantage and had a hundred pounds on her, easy. Sniper stood in the ring, half out of it, lips parted slightly, only able to watch the inbound locomotive.

Morgan used all of that advantage to its fullest as she whipped her arm forward using her whole body, nearly decapitating Sniper with a destructive lariat. Sniper flipped backwards and landed with a splat on the canvas, face down. She was done.

The Monster rolled Sniper onto her back and covered her for a clearly academic three count... but grabbed her by her long, beautiful brown hair and ripped her up off the canvas, breaking the pin. Sniper looked confused, like she were concussed.

Chris Morgan pulled Sniper up and easily slung the much smaller girl over her shoulder. Backing into the corner, she took three huge steps, and then flipped Sniper, driving her into the canvas with a powerslam and another loud BANG. Sniper lay in the ring destroyed, no chance of a rally for her. Again, Morgan made like she was going to cover her, but then pulled her shoulders up.

Morgan let Sniper fall back to the mat again. Sniper was practically limp as she boinked off the canvas again, laying motionless.

Morgan went outside the ring, and retrieved a chair, throwing it back into the ring with a clatter. Then she separated the steel steps, and slid the larger, flat bottom piece under the ropes into the ring.

Taking the chair, she roughly pulled Sniper to her knees. Sniper was barely able to stay upright, swaying and teetering like a tree in a breeze. She raised the chair overhead and then brought it down on Sniper's head, crowning her with it with a loud WHACK. The crowd gasped as Sniper slumped to the mat again.

Morgan turned the chair edgewise and raised it up, then rammed it into Sniper's chest. Her body jackknifed in response. Morgan raised the chair and crushed Sniper with it again. Up and down the chair went, a half dozen times, before Morgan finally discarded it.

Pulling Sniper off the canvas, or more appropriately scraping her off it, Morgan effortlessly folded Sniper in half and thrust her head between her powerful legs. Wrapping her arms around the much smaller grappler, she hoisted her up onto her shoulders, and then took two steps toward the center of the ring, bringing her down viciously on the flat part of the steel steps with a powerbomb. Sniper's body met the cold steel with a BOOM.

Morgan's cold-bloodedness would not be satiated yet, as she took the limp Sniper by her hair and yanked her up, then scooped her in one fluid motion. Ascending the half-staircase, she stood on the flat part and then positioned Sniper for a tombstone piledriver. Dropping to her knees suddenly, Sniper's head met the stairs with a BOOM as the steel took another impact. Sniper dropped down, laying on her back on the stairs, with her legs draped off it. A nasty cut opened on her head.

Morgan laughed and held Sniper up by the hair, letting the blood run down her face. She picked Sniper up like a play toy, hefting her for a bearhug. Sniper hung limp in Morgan's grasp. Morgan violently shook her from side to side, ragdolling the smaller girl, then bucking her in the submission up and down. The referee asked if she would submit, but Sniper just shook her head weakly. The answer only served to piss off Morgan, who continued pumping the hold on Sniper. Sniper slipped further and further into unconsciousness, but Morgan stopped crushing her just as she was about to black out.

However, there was no reprieve as immediately Morgan spun her around on her shoulder and then planted her on the stairs in another powerslam. The hold had almost knocked her out, but the slam finished the job.

Morgan looked down at Sniper. Sniper was bleeding and some of her blood had gotten on Chris Morgan's pristine white outfit.

Morgan decided to end things here... but not just the match.

She moved the steel stairs over toward the ring corner with her boots, then began to ascend them, pulling Sniper with her. With one final heave, she successfully pulled Sniper onto her shoulder. At first the crowd was horrified that Morgan was going to powerslam Sniper from the top rope, but the reality was even worse than they thought as Morgan positioned her for a tombstone piledriver.

Before anyone could stop her, she had pushed off and took a step off the turnbuckle, falling to her knees on the stairs and spiking Sniper with a piledriver on them from the top rope. Sniper slammed into the stairs and her momentum carried her over and off them, leaving her upper body half-propped up by them. The crowd fell silent as a large cut opened on Sniper's head, and only seconds later her beautiful face was bloody, as it dripped onto her chest.

Immediately, EMT's ran in as security pulled Morgan off her. The EMT's quickly set about stabilizing her neck, but it was clear that Sniper would never wrestle again due to her injuries.

Sniper had run out of ammo.

 

[Raden]

Tylissa gripped the Spirit Glass, concentrating, channeling her power through it to phaseshift. This was possible despite her weakened magic since the Glass was capable of so much of its own power. All she had to do was hook her own into it.

She was pulled suddenly through space and time again. The journey took but the blink of an eye.

She was in front of a martial arts dojo. 1595 A.D, a full near-six-hundred years after Kriegmar if the same calendar were used.

Mitsurugi was putting the finishing touches on his prototype rifle that fired projectiles, which he named the Tanegashima Rifle. He had just loaded it when he heard a sudden noise. He wheeled around, finding himself looking at Tylissa.

"You there!" He called out. "You must be a spy for Cervantes. There is no other explanation for how you got in here. Your time is over. Unfortunate timing. I was just about to try out my new weapon... this could change the tide of war single handedly."

Before Tylissa could protest, he leveled the rifle at her and fired. The metal pellet zipped through the air and punched through her chest, puncturing a lung and tearing through a major artery. Tylissa tried to cry out, but a mouthful of blood came out instead. Shocked, she tried to yell, but more blood washed out and down her chin and slender neck, onto her chest.

She clutched at her chest, but every time her heart beat, it pumped more blood out of her instead of through her. She quickly weakened, dropping to her knees, then fell face down, rapidly bleeding out a large puddle of blood. She was dead within a couple minutes.

"A fine first field test!" Mitsurugi shouted in triumph. "Once we can create more Tanegashimas, we shall turn the tide of battle to our favour, and then Soul Edge will be ours to destroy."

 

[Raden]

Kasumi stood across from her attacker, eyes glassy, mouth hanging open, legs shaky, hands raised but clenched into only loose fists. Her stance said she wasn't finished, but everything else said otherwise. Her elegant blue gi was dirtied and torn, evidence of the hard battle she had fought... and ultimately lost.

Nyotengu smiled, radiant despite the similar condition of her formerly dazzling white robes. She sauntered up to Kasumi, who threw a half-hearted punch, the strongest she could muster. Nyotengu caught her hand easily, and grinned.

Pulling on Kasumi's arm, she yanked her forward, catching her in a bearhug. Kasumi moaned and arched backward immediately, her body wordlessly signifying submission. Nyotengu was relentless as she bucked Kasumi in the hold, squeezing her ribs and midsection tightly, her tengu strength allowing her to easily dominate the already tiny kunoichi.

Nyotengu poured on the pressure, enjoying the feeling of Kasumi's body pressed against her own. She began to nuzzle Kasumi. "Come now, surely you're enjoying this to some degree. I mean just listen to those moans..." she pulled the hold tighter as Kasumi groaned more.

With a mighty flap of her wings, Nyotengu propelled herself eleven feet into the air, holding on to Kasumi as she squeezed her. She started to flap her wings, holding Kasumi in the air as the up and down motion bounced Kasumi in the hold, gravity now doing the work of damaging her spine as Kasumi moaned thickly in pain. Her body went limp and she dangled helplessly as Nyotengu continued her domination of the ninja. Nyotengu shook her from side to side, but it seemed more sensual than violent in nature.

Suddenly, Nyotengu folded her wings and went aerodynamic, aiming downward at a 45 degree angle and drilling Kasumi into the ground on her back like Nyotengu were a javelin. Kasumi cried out in pain and limply lay on the ground, with Nyotengu now on top of her.

Nyotengu sat on Kasumi's stomach as she ran her hands over Kasumi's breasts. "I promise.... this won't hurt...." she said as she began to kiss the beaten ninja...

 

[Furryona]

"Ugh, oof! Oogh!" Tifa coughed and wheezed. She lost count of how many hits she had taken at this point.

Elena grabbed the bartender's hair and threw her through a door, smashing it open and sending her to the floor. The blonde agent gripped Tifa's shirt and pulled her up, taking free jabs at her face over and over until Tifa's nose and cheek began to drip freely with blood.

"Nnf... Gugh... Ghh... Uhn... No... Ngh... No more... Uff... Ghh..."

Jerking up on the shirt brought Tifa to her feet, receiving a hard knee to the crotch and a flat kick to her chest, tearing Tifa free from her top and causing her to fall back onto her bed.

"You don't get to decide that, slut. You belong to me."

She had no time to react before being mounted by Elena. Punches and slaps rained down on Tifa's face, causing her sheets to become bloody as the precious red liquid began to flow freely from numerous fresh wounds. Elena stood up, removing her own shirt and bra quickly. Tifa was dazed, weakened. Elena mounted her brunette victim once more, this time forcing a kiss upon her lips and jerking her miniskirt down.

"Mmm... You taste like bottom bitch... My favorite flavor of toy..."

Tifa saw so many ways to resist, but she couldn't bring herself to. Her exposed stomach was bashed repeatedly by a gloved fist, Elena shifting her attention to Tifa's neck to kiss and lick. It was forceful, demanding, almost depraved. As if Elena had wanted this for so long, to have this stunning martial artist under her thumb. Standing up long enough to roll Tifa over, Elena rubbed the brunette's panty-clad butt between her legs for a moment. She enjoyed the feeling of having someone so powerful in such a position.

"You like that, don't you? This is where you belong."

If only she had brought more gear for the occasion. Knee after knee found Tifa's crotch before she once more found herself thrown to the floor. Elena pulled out her phone, tapping the surface a few times before laying her shin across Tifa's throat. The phone moved close to Tifa's face, causing her to whimper.

"P-Please let me go... I wanna go home... Please...!"

A little girl's voice. Marlene's voice.

"See you tomorrow, slut. And don't forget. Fighting back is a no-no." Elena stood up and kicked Tifa in the gut twice before stepping on her while walking out of the room, scooping up her clothes and getting dressed as she left, a wide smile on her face.

 

[Raden]

Mila hung out at the bar and grill where she worked after one of her fights, celebrating a win. The win had brought her to 5 in a row, and she was now in title contention. She and her friends sat in a corner table, loud and raucous, with platters of food and drink, all on the house.

As the night wound down, three men playing cards kept watchful eyes on the group. As Mila and her friends got up to leave, the group suddenly packed up and waited outside.

As Mila's group filed out, chatting away, the three hoods jumped her, attacking her from behind with extendable batons and a chain. *WHACK* she took a blow to the back of her head.

Grunting, she went to her hands and knees. Her friends checked on her before noticing the trio of thugs. They outnumbered the thugs 6 to 3, but Mila was the only real fighter and the thugs had weapons.

They tried to drag Mila away, but one produced a gun and leveled it at the group. "Anyone touches her and I blow your head off."

"Get out of here, don't do anything stupid. Go!" Mila said, waving her friends off. As her friends turned and ran, Mila came back with a tackle, taking down one of the thugs. The other two were on her instantly, beating her with a baton and a chain wrapped around a fist. The blows quickly drained Mila's strength as she covered up as best she could. The thugs started kicking her where they could, in the back, in the head, the face, the stomach.

One of them picked her up under the arms and held her up. She was weak and dizzy.

"You displeased a lot of people tonight by winnin' that fight. We lost a lot of money cause of you. Now you're going to pay for it."

Mila struggled to get out of the grip, but she was met with a chain-assisted punch to the face. Mila slumped in one of the other goons' grasp as the blows continued, the steel chain hammering into her again and again. She'd been cut in fights before, but this was simple being beaten to a whole new level.

Her eyes began to flutter and roll as she took another punch, snapping her head back. Blood ran down her face and onto her shirt and jacket. Another couple punches widened the cut.

Finally, with Mila out of it, the thugs dropped her to the ground and left her there.

"Next time, we're gonna break your legs, and you'll be celebratin' your final win."

One of the thugs kicked Mila in the face, catching her in the bridge of the nose. Her head snapped back and she settled to the ground, bloody and unconscious.

 

[SufferingLily]

They flowed around each other in swift motions, pushing and pulling like the tide, always searching for an opening to exploit. Her movements looked so much like dancing that Steve almost thought that they were partners on the floor. Except that dancing didn’t have winners… and Steve intended to win.

Christe Monteiro took a step back just as Steve Fox took the last step forward in their little performance. His fist caught her in the ribs and her pretty face contorted into a grimace as she bent over to clutch the injury, almost like a bow at the end of a show. Sweat trickled down her bronzed skin and her chest heaved with each pained gasp she took, her breasts swelling against her small top as if straining to break free.

A right straight caught her just between the eyes and she stumbled back, expression dazed and mouth hanging open. She swayed on her feet, unsure of whether to fall or stand. He made the decision for her.

"That all you got baby? I'm a little disappointed."

An uppercut caught the Brazilian beauty in the jaw and the force of it lifted her off her feet to land on her back with a thud. Steve waited for a moment but she made no sign of moving and only the whites of her eyes showed. She was down and out.

Steve stepped up with a grin and planted a foot firmly between her breasts, pushing down on her chest and leaning forward to look down into her unconscious face. The outcome was obvious from the start.

“They don't call it 'Queen' of the Iron Fist baby.”

 

[unknownwatcher]

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Zyfa awoke and found herself disoriented and hanging upside down in a dark dungeon. The rope that hung from the ceiling was wrapped around her feet and her hands were bound behind her back by a different set of ropes. Zyfa tried to wiggle herself free but was instead met with a kick to the side of her face from a huge female Orc. The yellow scantly dressed warrior's head snapped to the other side as her helpless body swung back and forth due to the momentum that the kicked caused.

"So, you thought you could humiliate me at my favorite tavern? You may have saved that boy but no one is going to save you!" The muscular Orc picked up a kendo stick and stood in front of Zyfa. She gripped the kendo stick with both hands and raised her arms to the upper left side. The orc smirked as she waited for Zyfa to realize what was coming.

Zyfa shook her head and tried to recover from the kick but just as she got her bearings the Orc took a swing at Zyfa with her kendo stick. The impact made a sickening whack sound and left a huge red mark as Zyfa's body spasmed upwards. Despite her size, the she Orc nimbly rolled behind Zyfa and got back to her feet quickly. Raising the kendo stick once more, she swings at Zyfa's Back with greater speed and force. Zyfa's body arched backwards as the stick impacted on her body.

"Punishment for your interference must be more severe!" The Orc shouted as she alternates her attacks between the front and the back of Zyfa's body. "Where's the bravery now?"

Zyfa's body swung back and forward from the ropes. Each hit was worse then the last as she was being assaulted. welts were forming around her body with no sign of the Orc stopping. Tears were starting to form in Zyfa's face but she fought to held them back. "I mustn't show this witch that I'm breaking down" Zyfa thought to herself as she tried to shake her tears away.

The Orc looked down at Zyfa's face and noticed that her eyes were watering to which the Orc mocked her. The Orc bent over and grabbed Zyfa by her short blue hair. As the Orc was about to wipe a tear off Zyfa's face, Zyfa looked the Orc into her eyes and spat at her. The Orc threw Zyfa's head away from her as she wiped the spit from her face. Angered, The Orc quickly layed on her back in front of Zyfa and wrapped her massive legs around her throat.

Zyfa tried to wiggle out of her grasp but the captor's grip grew tighter and tighter. Zyfa struggled to breath as her windpipe was being crushed. Thoughts about her survival were running through her head as she prayed to the gods she would be saved and see tomorrow. Zyfa's vision slowly faded and her movements slowed. After a few more moments, Zyfa ceased to move. The Orc released her and checked her pulse.

"good, she's still alive. I'll have to think of another way to torture her tomorrow." the female brute cuts Zyfa down and leaves her inside her cell floor. Zyfa lays on the ground with every breath she takes being in pain.