Video Games Rainbow Mika: Taken by Zangief (1 Viewer)

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The butterflies in her stomach refused to settle, and Rainbow Mika paced back and forth in the empty gym awaiting his arrival. The last few days had flown by so fast.

The massive Russian had caught her eye at the inauguration of the new Street Fighter tournament, and she had been smitten ever since. Things started with a shy "Hello," and before she knew it, Mika was hanging on for dear life as they tested each other in an impromptu arm-wrestling contest.

They challenged each other to a belly punching contest at night, and then he dominated when they had rolled around the mats for fun. Now it was time to find out if he was the one.

Mika checked to make sure everything was in order. She checked to see if the camera ran properly, double-checking to see if the memory card was in the correct slot. Then she placed it back on the tripod and fiddled with the lighting instead.

The tick-tock of the clock on the wall caught her attention. Only five more minutes to go. Her mind ran down a preset checklist of things she ticked off, put back and then ticked them off again to make sure. Then it was time.

He walked in like clockwork, slamming the door against the wall with disdain. His large frame barely fit through the entrance.

"ZANGIEF!" She cried.

"TIME TO SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF MUSCLE!" He screamed.

They rushed at each other.

Their fingers entwined, and their muscles bulged. Mika strained against his strength, but it was not enough. She went down to one knee, then the next, and that's when she knew. He was the one.

With a loud cry, he slammed her forehead into her nose and twisted her fingers.

"AHHHHH!" She screamed, and then he stifled it with a tremendous blow.

His knee crashed into Mika's cheek, and spit flew from her mouth. It left a bruise on her wheatish skin. Zangief gave her a matching pair with a punch to the other one.

"Ungh!" She winced with one closed eye, and her head turned. Blood ran down the side of her lips. He grabbed her pigtails and forced her up, then rammed his knee between her legs.

"UFFF FUCKKK!" She cried as pain shot through her crotch. Her legs crossed, and her palms nestled between. He pried her hands loose and gave her more sweet pain with another knee.

Mika fell to the floor, her cheek planted on the ground, and her eyes closed. Her soft breath moved the stray strands of her hair from her face, and her skin gleamed with sweat.

Like a magician performing the table cloth trick, he stripped her clothes off in swift yank. Then ran his fingernails down her back.

"AHHHH!" cried Mika as his fingers dug deep, running down the length of her spine. He scratched a line of abuse from her shoulders to her tailbone.

Zangief yanked Mika up to her feet. His hand's taking hold of her ponytails to pull her body straight. Then he scooped her up in his arms.

Mika's back bounced off the unforgiving concrete. Instinctively, her back arched to soothe her pain, and she balanced her body on her elbows. Zangief flattened her with a hard stomp to her stomach.

Her mouth agape and her eyes wide, Mika tried to scream. There was no expression for the pain that ran through her body.

His fingers took hold of her nipples, twisting and turning them like a knob. He pulled her up to her feet and sent her running into the wall.

Mika's forehead struck the wall, and her breasts squashed into the concrete. She stood dazed, her feet wobbly and her limbs working overtime to get back into sync. Zangief slammed her to the floor with a hard clothesline.

Her body folded in half when it hit the floor, and Mika's knees rested at the side of her face. Mika's chest heaved as she drew large gulps of air. Her eyes fluttered to stay open.

"AHHHHH!" She cried and opened her eyes wide. Zangief grabbed a handful of her muff and squeezed. He picked her up like luggage, carrying her towards the training ring by her snatch. He stopped midway when he saw a table. A sinister smile formed on his face.

The powerbomb lit up every nerve centre in her body. Pain rushing in like a wave to wash over her back when it broke through the wood. She lay barely conscious beneath the debris. Zangief wasn't done yet.

He pushed through broken wood to get at her and pulled Mika to her feet. He led her towards the steel steps.

WHAM!

Her forehead crashed into unforgiving steel.

WHAM!

He did it again.

WHAM!

One more time. Then, Mika's forehead bounced off the ring post. It cut open a wound by the side of her head, and blood poured down her face. Zangief kept her standing and began an assault on her stomach.

"Ungh!" She winced as a fist bruised her skin.

"Ahhhh!" She cried as one collided with her kidney.

"UFFFF!" She grunted as another impaled her stomach.

"ARGHHHHH!" She yelled and coughed up blood.

Satisfied, Zangief rolled her in.

He circled his pray, who lay on the mat spread eagle and ripped open his briefs. Mika saw the massive erection spring to life. Her mind had already raced to the bed, but Zangief wasn't satisfied.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he sat down on her stomach. Then her inched upward. She threw her head back as she felt Zangief snake his erection between her breasts.

"Give me more!" She cooed. He obliged.

Zangief opened up on her face. Furious fists turning her head left and right. Pleasure and pain fought for dominance in her brain.

"AHHHH!" She grunted as he bloodied her nose.

"OHHHH!" Her eye swelled.

"FUCK!" A bruise appeared on her chin.

Then he pulled her up for more.

The top of her head hit the mat with a sickening thud. Zangief did not let her body go. He got up again with her in tow to deliver another piledriver, then one more.

Mika's body lingered for a brief moment before it fell. She lay sprawled on the mat, barely hanging on the last threads of consciousness, but Zangief still wanted more.

She watched him jump out of the ring and grab a chair. He threw it in over the top rope. Her head arched up to see him lodge it sideways in the corner. Mika smiled as he walked towards her.

He stomped her hard in the stomach and flipped her over. With one hand on pussy and one on her hair, Zangief picked her up like a battering ram. He ran full sprint into the corner, smashing her head into the chair.

She swung like a pendulum in his arms, her head ramming into the steel again and again. By the time he dropped her to the mat, her face was crimson red.

He scooped her up in his arms again and hung her upside down in the corner. She was stuck in a tree of woe.

Zangief's massive boots left indents on her skin as they collided with her stomach. He stomped a mudhole in her belly and then let her fall. He picked her up and slammed her back into the corner again, then went to work on her breasts.

Tiny beads of sweat flew in the air when chopped her on the chest.

"AHHHHHH!" She threw her head back and screamed as another palm left an imprint on her breasts.

"FUCK YEAHHHHH!" Mika shrieked as her skin turned red.

"UFFFF!" She squealed as her breasts jiggled with another impact.

Mika struggled to hang on as another chop echoed through the gym.

Zangief then spread her legs wide on the middle rope.

"AHHHH!'s" and "OOOO's" escaped her lips as knees and fists collided with her cunt. His punishment was unrelenting, and it was her job to take it without question. She excelled at it.

When he was done, she rested on the ropes with her limbs limp and her eyes barely open. There was still one last thing to do. He freed her from the ropes and dragged her to the centre of the ring.

Zangief bent her over with a hard blow to her stomach and trapped her head between his massive thighs. She moaned as she felt his erection rub on her shoulder blades, even louder when he sat her on his shoulders.

He jumped up in the air and spun like a cyclone. The world slowed down as Mika felt gravity take hold. She looked up to see his smile a split second before her body tore through the ring.

Mika lay spread eagle within the large hole in the mat.

A few hours later

The camera lens focused on Rainbow Mika's lovely posterior. She was bent over the couch, her head dangling over the edge and her arms limp by her side. Her body moved without her consent, shaking from the impact of the primal thrusting Zangief was giving her.

Her guttural moans echoed through the living room as Zangief took her ass from behind. Mika smiled and bit her lips. She was now forever his.
 
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