"You Carissa Grey?," The man called out to the woman standing on the tower above him:
She looked down to see a 8-foot tall giant of a man, he wore blue jeans held up by a lousy leather belt on his fat tummy. His arms were huge, ridiculous mounds of muscle meat. His hairy body was a sight for sore eyes, made ever more prominent by the lack of a shirt.
His beard looked like it hadn't been cleaned in months and several missing teeth spoke of his lack of dental hygiene. His mullet completed the homeless look.
"Who wants to know?," She yelled back and watched him smile menacingly.
"Oh notin', a little birdy told me you like a fight," He said in his deep voice, "Seems you be lookin' to get into the club, well I'm here to test ya!," He bellowed.
Carissa stared confused until she finally realized what it was. She had signed up for a test run for a mixed street-fighting company, run by a man called The Mist. A shadowy figure that existed only myth it seemed. Nevertheless, she had inquired around town and now she suspected she had rubbed up the correct tree.
"May I come up, I could sure use the little men's room if you don't mind!," He bellowed again.
"Oh...of course!," She stammered as she rushed to the door of her makeshift wooden home. She had traced the origins of the mysterious Mist Inc. to the ends of nowhere in a small town in the forgotten town of Desmou, deep in the heart of the tropical rainforests. Knowing that a man has come looking for a fight meant a test to see if she was fit to be part of the organisation.
When she opened the door, she felt a fist connect with her face snapping her head back. Before she could fall to the floor, her opponent bought his knee right below the center of her toned back as it landed on it.
He grabbed her crotch and squeezed hard as he forced her lower body down, while stretching her upper body around the other side with a hand on her throat. Carissa screamed in agony as her body bent around in an unnatural U shape around her opponents knee in a vicious back-breaker.
Changing tactics, he lifted her up over his head still holding on to her by her crotch and throat. He slammed her on the floor face-first from about 8 feet up and watched a body sized crater form in the hard wooden floor.
He picked her up by her hair and squeezed her head between his thighs, raining elbows on her back till she was on her knees. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled them towards his chest and squeezed hard on her head.
Carissa felt like her head would explode any second as her face turned red. He let go of her and watched her slump to the ground. He began raining his size 10 boots on her shapely back as he left muddy footprints on her skin.
He picked her up by her hair and grabbed her head in between his thighs again and began squeezing hard. Thinking fast and showing great agility, she flipped her lower body over and bought both her feet below his chin. Her hands now free, she yanked him down to the floor.
Her back collided with the floor hard but the impending shock wave detonated through her feet which sprang his body upward and away. She called the move 'Shotgun' and it had won her many a fight during her amateur days.
She watched the man fly some feet before landing in a heap. Not wanting to loose advantage, she picked him up by his shoddy, unwashed hair and squeezed his head this time between her thighs. She picked him and sat him up on her shoulders before positioning him next to a table, she sent him through the hard wooden table with a devastating power bomb.
As she checked for damage, the man sprang up surprising her. He placed his below her chin and grabbed the back of her throat and pulled down, delivering a devastating chin-breaker.
Her body comically shot up and landed some feet away. Through her hazy vision, she could make out a figure jumping up in the air and coming towards her. She felt the clarity of the elbow, even if she couldn't see it, impact her hard abs. The blow squeezed the life out of her.
He followed up with even more hard elbows before stopping and picking her up by her hair. Parting both her legs, he began kneeing her crotch hard as she stood there, taking blow after blow. She counted 16 before he finally stopped and slapped her hard, sending her crumpling down to the floor. He picked her up and put her head between his thighs but this time lifted her body up in a sitting position on his shoulders. He positioned her above a nearby table and sent her through it with a power-bomb.
Before she could even register the impact, he picked her up and power-bombed her through the floor again so hard that the impact broke it and sent her falling to the floor. From the cracks, he could see her laying on the sand, panting hard.
He smiled and began his descent to finish the job but when he got there, he was in for a rude surprise. She was nowhere to be seen, before he could realize what happened, she felt someone tapping his shoulder, he turned around and found her standing behind him.
Before he could react, he saw her jump up and connect with a punch on his jaw that sent him reeling to the floor below. She quickly straddled him and began raining savage punches on his face till her passed out.
When he came to, he found himself in bed. He was bathed, his beard shaven and his attire stripped and replaced by something more appropriate to the beach. He jumped up and found her standing in the balcony.
"What's the meaning of this? I oughta..," He bellowed.
"You oughta what cowboy, I just made you my bitch not that long ago! and I can do it again!," She bellowed right back.
The two of them rushed to center of the room and locked in a test of strength, their muscles straining and popping with the pressure. He finally relented and backed down. "Fine..fine! Enough!," He said as he drew his hands away.
"At least tell me where my jeans are? I have something to give ya!," He gestured with a sigh.
He gave her a ticket before bidding her farewell. Big "Bruiser" Bundy had promised her another match, this time at her weakest and she had welcomed his attempt. For now however, she had a plane to catch...heading to Mist Inc.
In a matter of few hours, Carrisa had found herself aboard the famous Mist Inc. airliner. The large double Decker plane was like a mansion on wheels, containing it's own self-contained swimming pool, gym, theater etc. It had it all. It was also home to the company's elite talent, Carrisa recognized almost everyone but one in particular seemed to pique her interest.
She had instantly recognized him, the 60-year old veteran was the submission wrestling legend Carl Brew aka The Stiff Worker. He had made a name for himself for his unique brand of hard submission wrestling, he also had a tendency to go all-out with the women. Carrisa had seen him staring at her for at least an hour. Eventually she decided to go up and introduce herself.
"Hello there, Mr. Brew...," She began with the formal introductions before she was rudely interrupted by him. "Please Ms. Grey, the pleasure is all mine," He said as he softly nubbed her hand into his and lay down a soft kiss.
"Now, if you would follow me," He motioned by holding out his shoulder to her and she responded by locking hers in. They walked for a while before they reached a black door. Carl opened it to reveal a small grey room, with nothing but a small table and two chairs:
"Please..." He said setting up one of the chairs for her "Have a seat."
A little confused, Carrisa did as she was told. He excused himself for a moment and left her alone. She noticed that the room was completely bare of anything except the furniture they were sitting on.
Carl walked in a few moments later and for the first time, she took a proper look at him. The 60-year old black man was bald but that seemed to suit his large, oval face. His body was lean but still packed with muscle. He wasn't as big as he was in his prime but he was fit enough to go 3 rounds with her at least.
His squarish upper body seemed to fit into the rather straight lower one wrong, he had a bloated chest but the rest of the body seemed to thin down as it got to his legs. His arms were still pretty huge and she could make all of this out underneath the swanky black suit he was wearing.
He had come back with a piece of paper and two large men alongside him. Both of them wore identical outfits, a cut-off leather jacket paired with blue jeans and a thick hide belt, with a large buckle that said 'Bruiser' on it. She could instantly make the connection to the man she had fought at her quarters in Demou. Their faces were generic as all hell but they were built like tanks, with large biceps, big quads and neck muscles so huge that they threatened to pop out from underneath the jackets.
Carl sat down opposite to her.
"Now miss grey, I am sure you know what this is," He said as he flung the paper on the table. "But for reasons you would appreciate, I am obliged to go over the bullet points anyway," Carrisa nodded in agreement.
"Number one: This contract states that you are now an employee of The Mist inc. and will be required to show up for at the least two matches in a year," He looked up as Carrisa nodded and smiled.
"However, the number of said matches may go up unless you are defeated during a recorded run, In other words we keep throwing guys at you till you are defeated," Carrisa nodded in agreement. Carl smiled and continued.
"Here is the important part Miss Grey, once you are defeated you are subject to the whims and fancies of your opponent till the time he or she pleases. Let me be frank here, most of em will fuck you hard and others will tie you up and make you boxing bag for the night. While others may do both! You sure where I'm getting at with this?," He looked for a response.
Carrisa repeated the one thing she had been doing the entire convesation, she nodded.
"Great...then just sign here...and here...and finally..here and you are all set! Enjoy the rest of the evening Miss Grey, these two gentlemen will escort you towards your room. Gentlemen," He said as the two of them moved to the either side of her. They both held out their large shoulders as Carrisa grabbed them and got up, she felt her small hands dissapear within their biceps as she walked out of the room with them.
They led her faithfully to her room, as one of them opened the door and went in. He turned on the lights and took his position next to her bed. He removed his jacket and stretched his body out.
Carrisa smiled and walked in to the room. The other man behind her followed her in and closed the door.
"So..." said the man in front of her "You wanna do this now or you could freshen up if you want to?," He said with a smile and a crack of his knuckles. Carrisa just smiled and took her fight stance. "Atta girl!," Said the man in front of her but it was the one behind her that jumped her.
He wrapped his huge arms around her throat as his partner moved in and started to rain thunderous punches on her abs. Thinking fast, Carrisa jumped up and caught him in a arm-bar and transferred his weight onto her, sending the man behind her into the nearby wall. The impact was enough to jolt herself free.
She still clinged on to the arm of the first man, as she dove back on to the ground. She had the arm bar locked in tight but was disrupted by a kick to her stomach by his partner. She let go of the hold and saw the man recover, while his partner kept her pinned by his relentless and vicious barrage of kicks on her abs.
The first one got to his feet while his partner mud stomped her and grabbed both of her legs and spread them apart. His size 9 boot met her crotch as Carrisa was jolted by sudden joules of pain. She then weathered a barrage of kicks and punches by both of them to her crotch and abs, till they finally stopped about 15 mins later.
One of them picked her up by the hair and locked his massive arms to the back of her throat, sliding it underneath her shoulders. As he held her in the Nelson hold, his partner ripped open her dress and the little blue thong she was wearing, leaving her completely nude.
He punched her hard on her left cheek and then followed with one on her right. He rained a barrage of punches on her face, the first one bruised her left cheek, the second cut her lip open as a small trickle of blood ran down, the third snapped her head upward as it landed below her chin.
Smiling, he exchanged places with his partner, who added to her misery with some punches of his own. When the two men were done using her face as a tennis ball, a small trickle of blood ran down her nose, there was light bruising under her right eye, the left side of her lip had been cut open and her left cheek was bruised blue.
Satisfied, he exchanged places with his partner once again and this time put his size 9 boot on the small of her back and stretched her arms backward. She stood there nude, arms behind her back, a stiff leg placed in the center of her back. Her legs were spread and she was ready for more punishment.
The other man viciously started chopping her on the tits, chop after open hand chop landing with a resounding echo. She counted 15 before he exchanged places with his partner and he began his round of violent chops.
After both of them were done and Carrisa endured at least 40 odd chops to her tits, it was still a miracle, she didn't go a size under. Her chest was deep red and the men's rough hands had left fingerprints all over.
Changing tactics, the one behind her turned her around. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled her toward him till they were in a forced hug. He locked his biceps underneath her shoulder sockets and jumped up and applied a standing scissors around her waist. She stood there grunting in pain. His partner unleashed a barrage of blows on her sexy, toned back. He started with stiff kicks, then moved to chops, then to punches and finally raking it with his fingers. After a while, he undid his thick leather belt and started whipping her back with it, leaving red belt lines all across her toned back.
Like routine, they exchanged places and his partner now partook in the routine. By the time, both of them were done, her back was a mess of nail marks and thick red belt lines. They let go of her and she slumped to the floor back first, almost out cold. Her relief was short lived however, as both of them picked her up and sent her flying into the wall face first.
They flipped her around and started raining punches and kicks on her toned abs. Carrisa lost count of the abuse that her stomach took, when they were done, her stomach was blood red and there was a small circular bruise to the left of her six-pack.
They grabbed her again and sent her headfirst into a thick oak table. The other partner repeated the move, till her head was comically flung up and down on the table, when they were done, she lay motionless, breathing hard. Her upper body was bent over the table, while her legs still remained miraculously on the ground. She was bent over on the table in a compromising position, one that two men were primed to take advantage of as they took aim at their next target, her crotch.
Carrisa was beyond feeling pain at this point as the two men started their barrage of kicks and punches on her pussy. They had made one mistake however, they had for the first time, left her completely free to use her arms and legs. She was bidding her time and the best way to do that right now was to let the boys think they were in control. She was a little turned on by her helplessness, one of the reasons she started fist fighting in the first place.
She began enjoying punch after punch that invaded her pussy, the boys had been relentless, just the way she liked them. Finally, a particularly hard punch finally triggered it, she orgasmed hard as the men stood back in astonishment and watch her moan and squirm.
Her soft moans made them instantly hard but she wasn't going to let them enjoy her. Out of nowhere, she moved fast and hit the one on her right with a savage DDT on the hard floor, she felt him go lifeless and pass out in her hands. His partner kicked her hard in the chest with anger and Carrisa slumped to the floor, holding her tits.
He picked her up the hair but before he could do anything, she punched him hard in the face and broke his nose. As he staggered back, holding his broken nose, she kicked him hard to the right of his head. He hit the floor face-first and was knocked out cold.
She collapsed out of exhaustion on the floor, alongside them.
About half-hour later she came to, nude on the floor of her room. Her body was bruised and battered but she hadn't lost yet. She somehow got up and made it to the edge of the bed. She sat down, heaving hard.
Without warning, she felt a vice-like grip around her throat. The large bicep curled like the anaconda around her neck, choking her. She tried to pry it open with her hands to no avail. She could tell it was Carl aka The Stiff Worker and her body was going to be put through a lot more.
Dragging her on to the bed, Carl locked in a front head-scissors and pulled her arms toward him. He was completely nude, his black muscular oiled body glistening under the light. His large black dick, flopped around in front of her face as he poured on the pressure.
She was beyond exhausted now, her body had taken a beating for two matches straight, she had barely slept in the hours since she met Bruiser "Bruiser" Bundy back at her lodge in Deimou. She decided to give in and submit, as she did so, she felt a tingle in her crotch and butterflies in her stomach, she was helpless and turned on.
Carl smiled at her submissiveness and let go of his hold. He dragged her by the hair off the bed and on to the floor, on her knees like a dog being led on a leash. He clamped on the standing head-scissors and pulled her arms up towards his chest. He saw one of the men from the two out cold stir and he smiled.
Carl instructed him to position himself behind her and start punching her in the crotch. As he did what he was told, Carl stuffed Carrisa's mouth with his large dick. She felt punches and kicks rain down on her pussy from behind while Carl facefucked her from front. The three men took turns throat fucking her until all three of them came on her face.
They led her by a body part each and threw her on the bed. Carl was the first to take her from the side of the bed, pounding her in the missionary position. One of the two men, moved in from the other side and stuck his big white pole in her mouth. He facefucked her hard as Carl ploughed her pussy.
Pretty soon Carrisa found herself DP'd on the bed, Carl's big black dick fucked her mouth incessantly while the two men took her ass and pussy, pretty soon the men pulled out their members and came all over her body. Carl wasn't done with her mouth just yet. He was facefucking her with abandon, as his thrusting became violent and rapid. He finally came in her mouth hard and Carrisa orgasmed.
All four of them collapsed on the bed, Carl kissed Carrisa passionately while one of the men worked her pussy with his mouth, his partner playfully bit, and pinched her nipples. The four of them made passionate love through the night.
She looked down to see a 8-foot tall giant of a man, he wore blue jeans held up by a lousy leather belt on his fat tummy. His arms were huge, ridiculous mounds of muscle meat. His hairy body was a sight for sore eyes, made ever more prominent by the lack of a shirt.
His beard looked like it hadn't been cleaned in months and several missing teeth spoke of his lack of dental hygiene. His mullet completed the homeless look.
"Who wants to know?," She yelled back and watched him smile menacingly.
"Oh notin', a little birdy told me you like a fight," He said in his deep voice, "Seems you be lookin' to get into the club, well I'm here to test ya!," He bellowed.
Carissa stared confused until she finally realized what it was. She had signed up for a test run for a mixed street-fighting company, run by a man called The Mist. A shadowy figure that existed only myth it seemed. Nevertheless, she had inquired around town and now she suspected she had rubbed up the correct tree.
"May I come up, I could sure use the little men's room if you don't mind!," He bellowed again.
"Oh...of course!," She stammered as she rushed to the door of her makeshift wooden home. She had traced the origins of the mysterious Mist Inc. to the ends of nowhere in a small town in the forgotten town of Desmou, deep in the heart of the tropical rainforests. Knowing that a man has come looking for a fight meant a test to see if she was fit to be part of the organisation.
When she opened the door, she felt a fist connect with her face snapping her head back. Before she could fall to the floor, her opponent bought his knee right below the center of her toned back as it landed on it.
He grabbed her crotch and squeezed hard as he forced her lower body down, while stretching her upper body around the other side with a hand on her throat. Carissa screamed in agony as her body bent around in an unnatural U shape around her opponents knee in a vicious back-breaker.
Changing tactics, he lifted her up over his head still holding on to her by her crotch and throat. He slammed her on the floor face-first from about 8 feet up and watched a body sized crater form in the hard wooden floor.
He picked her up by her hair and squeezed her head between his thighs, raining elbows on her back till she was on her knees. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled them towards his chest and squeezed hard on her head.
Carissa felt like her head would explode any second as her face turned red. He let go of her and watched her slump to the ground. He began raining his size 10 boots on her shapely back as he left muddy footprints on her skin.
He picked her up by her hair and grabbed her head in between his thighs again and began squeezing hard. Thinking fast and showing great agility, she flipped her lower body over and bought both her feet below his chin. Her hands now free, she yanked him down to the floor.
Her back collided with the floor hard but the impending shock wave detonated through her feet which sprang his body upward and away. She called the move 'Shotgun' and it had won her many a fight during her amateur days.
She watched the man fly some feet before landing in a heap. Not wanting to loose advantage, she picked him up by his shoddy, unwashed hair and squeezed his head this time between her thighs. She picked him and sat him up on her shoulders before positioning him next to a table, she sent him through the hard wooden table with a devastating power bomb.
As she checked for damage, the man sprang up surprising her. He placed his below her chin and grabbed the back of her throat and pulled down, delivering a devastating chin-breaker.
Her body comically shot up and landed some feet away. Through her hazy vision, she could make out a figure jumping up in the air and coming towards her. She felt the clarity of the elbow, even if she couldn't see it, impact her hard abs. The blow squeezed the life out of her.
He followed up with even more hard elbows before stopping and picking her up by her hair. Parting both her legs, he began kneeing her crotch hard as she stood there, taking blow after blow. She counted 16 before he finally stopped and slapped her hard, sending her crumpling down to the floor. He picked her up and put her head between his thighs but this time lifted her body up in a sitting position on his shoulders. He positioned her above a nearby table and sent her through it with a power-bomb.
Before she could even register the impact, he picked her up and power-bombed her through the floor again so hard that the impact broke it and sent her falling to the floor. From the cracks, he could see her laying on the sand, panting hard.
He smiled and began his descent to finish the job but when he got there, he was in for a rude surprise. She was nowhere to be seen, before he could realize what happened, she felt someone tapping his shoulder, he turned around and found her standing behind him.
Before he could react, he saw her jump up and connect with a punch on his jaw that sent him reeling to the floor below. She quickly straddled him and began raining savage punches on his face till her passed out.
When he came to, he found himself in bed. He was bathed, his beard shaven and his attire stripped and replaced by something more appropriate to the beach. He jumped up and found her standing in the balcony.
"What's the meaning of this? I oughta..," He bellowed.
"You oughta what cowboy, I just made you my bitch not that long ago! and I can do it again!," She bellowed right back.
The two of them rushed to center of the room and locked in a test of strength, their muscles straining and popping with the pressure. He finally relented and backed down. "Fine..fine! Enough!," He said as he drew his hands away.
"At least tell me where my jeans are? I have something to give ya!," He gestured with a sigh.
He gave her a ticket before bidding her farewell. Big "Bruiser" Bundy had promised her another match, this time at her weakest and she had welcomed his attempt. For now however, she had a plane to catch...heading to Mist Inc.
In a matter of few hours, Carrisa had found herself aboard the famous Mist Inc. airliner. The large double Decker plane was like a mansion on wheels, containing it's own self-contained swimming pool, gym, theater etc. It had it all. It was also home to the company's elite talent, Carrisa recognized almost everyone but one in particular seemed to pique her interest.
She had instantly recognized him, the 60-year old veteran was the submission wrestling legend Carl Brew aka The Stiff Worker. He had made a name for himself for his unique brand of hard submission wrestling, he also had a tendency to go all-out with the women. Carrisa had seen him staring at her for at least an hour. Eventually she decided to go up and introduce herself.
"Hello there, Mr. Brew...," She began with the formal introductions before she was rudely interrupted by him. "Please Ms. Grey, the pleasure is all mine," He said as he softly nubbed her hand into his and lay down a soft kiss.
"Now, if you would follow me," He motioned by holding out his shoulder to her and she responded by locking hers in. They walked for a while before they reached a black door. Carl opened it to reveal a small grey room, with nothing but a small table and two chairs:
"Please..." He said setting up one of the chairs for her "Have a seat."
A little confused, Carrisa did as she was told. He excused himself for a moment and left her alone. She noticed that the room was completely bare of anything except the furniture they were sitting on.
Carl walked in a few moments later and for the first time, she took a proper look at him. The 60-year old black man was bald but that seemed to suit his large, oval face. His body was lean but still packed with muscle. He wasn't as big as he was in his prime but he was fit enough to go 3 rounds with her at least.
His squarish upper body seemed to fit into the rather straight lower one wrong, he had a bloated chest but the rest of the body seemed to thin down as it got to his legs. His arms were still pretty huge and she could make all of this out underneath the swanky black suit he was wearing.
He had come back with a piece of paper and two large men alongside him. Both of them wore identical outfits, a cut-off leather jacket paired with blue jeans and a thick hide belt, with a large buckle that said 'Bruiser' on it. She could instantly make the connection to the man she had fought at her quarters in Demou. Their faces were generic as all hell but they were built like tanks, with large biceps, big quads and neck muscles so huge that they threatened to pop out from underneath the jackets.
Carl sat down opposite to her.
"Now miss grey, I am sure you know what this is," He said as he flung the paper on the table. "But for reasons you would appreciate, I am obliged to go over the bullet points anyway," Carrisa nodded in agreement.
"Number one: This contract states that you are now an employee of The Mist inc. and will be required to show up for at the least two matches in a year," He looked up as Carrisa nodded and smiled.
"However, the number of said matches may go up unless you are defeated during a recorded run, In other words we keep throwing guys at you till you are defeated," Carrisa nodded in agreement. Carl smiled and continued.
"Here is the important part Miss Grey, once you are defeated you are subject to the whims and fancies of your opponent till the time he or she pleases. Let me be frank here, most of em will fuck you hard and others will tie you up and make you boxing bag for the night. While others may do both! You sure where I'm getting at with this?," He looked for a response.
Carrisa repeated the one thing she had been doing the entire convesation, she nodded.
"Great...then just sign here...and here...and finally..here and you are all set! Enjoy the rest of the evening Miss Grey, these two gentlemen will escort you towards your room. Gentlemen," He said as the two of them moved to the either side of her. They both held out their large shoulders as Carrisa grabbed them and got up, she felt her small hands dissapear within their biceps as she walked out of the room with them.
They led her faithfully to her room, as one of them opened the door and went in. He turned on the lights and took his position next to her bed. He removed his jacket and stretched his body out.
Carrisa smiled and walked in to the room. The other man behind her followed her in and closed the door.
"So..." said the man in front of her "You wanna do this now or you could freshen up if you want to?," He said with a smile and a crack of his knuckles. Carrisa just smiled and took her fight stance. "Atta girl!," Said the man in front of her but it was the one behind her that jumped her.
He wrapped his huge arms around her throat as his partner moved in and started to rain thunderous punches on her abs. Thinking fast, Carrisa jumped up and caught him in a arm-bar and transferred his weight onto her, sending the man behind her into the nearby wall. The impact was enough to jolt herself free.
She still clinged on to the arm of the first man, as she dove back on to the ground. She had the arm bar locked in tight but was disrupted by a kick to her stomach by his partner. She let go of the hold and saw the man recover, while his partner kept her pinned by his relentless and vicious barrage of kicks on her abs.
The first one got to his feet while his partner mud stomped her and grabbed both of her legs and spread them apart. His size 9 boot met her crotch as Carrisa was jolted by sudden joules of pain. She then weathered a barrage of kicks and punches by both of them to her crotch and abs, till they finally stopped about 15 mins later.
One of them picked her up by the hair and locked his massive arms to the back of her throat, sliding it underneath her shoulders. As he held her in the Nelson hold, his partner ripped open her dress and the little blue thong she was wearing, leaving her completely nude.
He punched her hard on her left cheek and then followed with one on her right. He rained a barrage of punches on her face, the first one bruised her left cheek, the second cut her lip open as a small trickle of blood ran down, the third snapped her head upward as it landed below her chin.
Smiling, he exchanged places with his partner, who added to her misery with some punches of his own. When the two men were done using her face as a tennis ball, a small trickle of blood ran down her nose, there was light bruising under her right eye, the left side of her lip had been cut open and her left cheek was bruised blue.
Satisfied, he exchanged places with his partner once again and this time put his size 9 boot on the small of her back and stretched her arms backward. She stood there nude, arms behind her back, a stiff leg placed in the center of her back. Her legs were spread and she was ready for more punishment.
The other man viciously started chopping her on the tits, chop after open hand chop landing with a resounding echo. She counted 15 before he exchanged places with his partner and he began his round of violent chops.
After both of them were done and Carrisa endured at least 40 odd chops to her tits, it was still a miracle, she didn't go a size under. Her chest was deep red and the men's rough hands had left fingerprints all over.
Changing tactics, the one behind her turned her around. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled her toward him till they were in a forced hug. He locked his biceps underneath her shoulder sockets and jumped up and applied a standing scissors around her waist. She stood there grunting in pain. His partner unleashed a barrage of blows on her sexy, toned back. He started with stiff kicks, then moved to chops, then to punches and finally raking it with his fingers. After a while, he undid his thick leather belt and started whipping her back with it, leaving red belt lines all across her toned back.
Like routine, they exchanged places and his partner now partook in the routine. By the time, both of them were done, her back was a mess of nail marks and thick red belt lines. They let go of her and she slumped to the floor back first, almost out cold. Her relief was short lived however, as both of them picked her up and sent her flying into the wall face first.
They flipped her around and started raining punches and kicks on her toned abs. Carrisa lost count of the abuse that her stomach took, when they were done, her stomach was blood red and there was a small circular bruise to the left of her six-pack.
They grabbed her again and sent her headfirst into a thick oak table. The other partner repeated the move, till her head was comically flung up and down on the table, when they were done, she lay motionless, breathing hard. Her upper body was bent over the table, while her legs still remained miraculously on the ground. She was bent over on the table in a compromising position, one that two men were primed to take advantage of as they took aim at their next target, her crotch.
Carrisa was beyond feeling pain at this point as the two men started their barrage of kicks and punches on her pussy. They had made one mistake however, they had for the first time, left her completely free to use her arms and legs. She was bidding her time and the best way to do that right now was to let the boys think they were in control. She was a little turned on by her helplessness, one of the reasons she started fist fighting in the first place.
She began enjoying punch after punch that invaded her pussy, the boys had been relentless, just the way she liked them. Finally, a particularly hard punch finally triggered it, she orgasmed hard as the men stood back in astonishment and watch her moan and squirm.
Her soft moans made them instantly hard but she wasn't going to let them enjoy her. Out of nowhere, she moved fast and hit the one on her right with a savage DDT on the hard floor, she felt him go lifeless and pass out in her hands. His partner kicked her hard in the chest with anger and Carrisa slumped to the floor, holding her tits.
He picked her up the hair but before he could do anything, she punched him hard in the face and broke his nose. As he staggered back, holding his broken nose, she kicked him hard to the right of his head. He hit the floor face-first and was knocked out cold.
She collapsed out of exhaustion on the floor, alongside them.
About half-hour later she came to, nude on the floor of her room. Her body was bruised and battered but she hadn't lost yet. She somehow got up and made it to the edge of the bed. She sat down, heaving hard.
Without warning, she felt a vice-like grip around her throat. The large bicep curled like the anaconda around her neck, choking her. She tried to pry it open with her hands to no avail. She could tell it was Carl aka The Stiff Worker and her body was going to be put through a lot more.
Dragging her on to the bed, Carl locked in a front head-scissors and pulled her arms toward him. He was completely nude, his black muscular oiled body glistening under the light. His large black dick, flopped around in front of her face as he poured on the pressure.
She was beyond exhausted now, her body had taken a beating for two matches straight, she had barely slept in the hours since she met Bruiser "Bruiser" Bundy back at her lodge in Deimou. She decided to give in and submit, as she did so, she felt a tingle in her crotch and butterflies in her stomach, she was helpless and turned on.
Carl smiled at her submissiveness and let go of his hold. He dragged her by the hair off the bed and on to the floor, on her knees like a dog being led on a leash. He clamped on the standing head-scissors and pulled her arms up towards his chest. He saw one of the men from the two out cold stir and he smiled.
Carl instructed him to position himself behind her and start punching her in the crotch. As he did what he was told, Carl stuffed Carrisa's mouth with his large dick. She felt punches and kicks rain down on her pussy from behind while Carl facefucked her from front. The three men took turns throat fucking her until all three of them came on her face.
They led her by a body part each and threw her on the bed. Carl was the first to take her from the side of the bed, pounding her in the missionary position. One of the two men, moved in from the other side and stuck his big white pole in her mouth. He facefucked her hard as Carl ploughed her pussy.
Pretty soon Carrisa found herself DP'd on the bed, Carl's big black dick fucked her mouth incessantly while the two men took her ass and pussy, pretty soon the men pulled out their members and came all over her body. Carl wasn't done with her mouth just yet. He was facefucking her with abandon, as his thrusting became violent and rapid. He finally came in her mouth hard and Carrisa orgasmed.
All four of them collapsed on the bed, Carl kissed Carrisa passionately while one of the men worked her pussy with his mouth, his partner playfully bit, and pinched her nipples. The four of them made passionate love through the night.
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