KERI’S KORNER IX: The Takedown
Keri and Brooke are out at a club on a Saturday night. They are getting drunk and celebrating. Keri has just experienced her biggest victory in the underground fight league yet. It was her first match in the 2nd highest tier of fighters and it wasn’t even close. She previously had reservations about staying in the league, but it’s truly become a part of her now and she is embracing it fully. It also turns her on, not only to be in so much control of the fight, but to have her new friend Brooke cheering her on just on the other side of the fenced ring.
The two of them have known each other for only about two weeks now, and the attraction is undeniable. In a short time, they’ve been through a lot already, mainly trying to figure out who was trying to have Keri’s fighting career come to a sudden and painful end. All that seems to be over now, and all is right with the world.
For a while, they are both the hit of the nightclub, bumping and grinding one another on the dance floor. Many times their lips come too close to one another and each time, they laugh it off like little school girls. Keri begins to get a little dizzy and she sits at the bar and watches Brooke as she continues to dance. It isn’t long before she attracts another partner; a guido type loser guy. Before long, his hands are all over her ass and she seems to be enjoying it too much by Keri’s standards. She marches over there in an instant.
“Why don’t you go home and jerk it off, asshole!” Keri says right in the guy’s face.
“I was hoping I could get a little help,” he replies.
“All you’re gonna get is a little hurt,” she says back. “This bitch is mine.” She turns to Brooke and their lips lock in an amazingly passionate kiss. Keri slips her tongue inside Brooke’s mouth and for a moment there is no one else alive…until…
“Shit, I’m gonna take you both home to make me a sandwich,” the asshole says. He takes a half step towards them. Keri doesn’t break her kiss or even look at him. She just reaches out her right hand and latches a vice like grip onto his left nut and squeezes for all she’s worth. He immediately seizes up in pain.
Keri and Brooke finally break their kiss and look longingly at one another. The asshole’s squeal breaks their trance.
Keri turns to him and says, “You want it back, loser?”
He nods yes, grimacing.
“You gonna go home and jerk it off?”
He nods again. She is increasing the pressure.
“Say it,” she says.
“I’m gonna go home and jerk off,” he mumbles out.
“Good boy,” Keri says and releases her hold. He drops to his knees and both girls laugh.
“Let’s get out of here,” Keri says to Brooke. As they leave, the asshole’s friends finally arrive and help him to his feet. He looks at them leave determinedly and says, “Those cxnts are gonna pay.”
Keri and Brooke are still laughing hysterically as they stumble into Keri’s apartment. Keri walks towards the kitchen. “You want a drink?” Brooke approaches her from behind and slips her hand between Keri’s legs. Keri turns sharply and throws her against the wall. For a moment, Brooke isn’t sure where Keri’s head is at…until she begins kissing her again.
They begin groping each other like animals. Soon, clothes are beginning to get ripped off. Keri buries her head in Brooke’s heaving breasts and begins licking and sucking. Brooke can’t stand the foreplay. “Oh, just fuck me!”
Keri throws her on the bed and this time buries her head between her legs and goes to town. After Brooke’s first orgasm, Keri begins fingering her roughly and she can’t believe some of the things coming out of Brooke’s mouth…”Jam it in! Stab me with your fingers! Fist me, you bitch!” and so on…
For Brooke, the rougher, the better. When Keri’s turn comes around, it’s clear she wants the softer touch, and Brooke obliges marvelously. She cums magnificently and then they pass out in each other’s arms.
It is a week later. Keri and Brooke have fucked every night since and now they are off to Keri’s 2nd fight in her new division. If it’s anything like the first, it should be cake, but Keri isn’t stupid and she has her head prepared for the worst.
Ashlyn has been trying to spice things up with different themes for the fights every week. This week the theme is superheroes, which, of course, makes the guys go nuts. Keri feels silly when she enters the ring in her stars and stripes bodysuit, but she looks hot in the thronged up outfit and red knee high boots (which also make crotch stomping weapons).
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you when we get home,” Brooke whispers to her right before we get into the ring.
Keri shakes her head, pissed off. “I’m trying to concentrate, bitch.” Brooke is taken aback and very hurt. It makes her feel even worse when she gets in the ring and begins shaking her ass like a slut for the crowd.
Her opponent enters the ring. She is a beast; a sexy beast, but a beast nonetheless. Her name is April. She is a fiery haired amazon standing 5’10” and just a mass of muscle, like one of the women you see in those fitness magazines, except her breasts are enormous. She is wearing a black leather bodysuit, black gloves and knee high stiletto boots. She smacks her own pussy and roars at Keri, who gulps.
The cage door closes and the match begins. April begins with some intimidating talk. “I’m gonna boot fuck you till you bleed, bitch. I’m gonna rip your pussy lips off and feed ‘em to your girlfriend and then I’ll boot fuck her too.”
She has immediately struck a chord in Keri and she charges instinctively into April’s trap. April lets herself get kneed in the twat. She takes the blow and instead of retreating, she grabs Keri by the ears and head-butts her three times in a row. Keri stumbles in a daze. April makes good on her promise and punts her cxnt. Before Keri can bend over in pain, April clotheslines her to the floor. She follows up by stomping on Keri’s hand. Keri lifts her head to scream and April sends her other boot to her face. Blood splatters across the ring from her cheek, which has been cut open.
April twists her boot on Keri’s hand before releasing it. Keri pops up and gets to her feet. No sooner does she do that, then April charges her and throws her against the wall. Keri has the wind knocked out of her. April slams her forearm under her chin and begins to choke her. She lifts her up. Keri’s feet are dangling and flailing wildly as her face changes colors. She rakes her nails down the sides of April’s face, drawing blood. April releases her hold and touches her finger to her cheek and sees the blood. Then, she sees red. She kicks between Keri’s legs, but Keri twirls out of the way at the last second and in the same motion sends an elbow to April’s face. April back peddles and Keri follows up with her own boot to the crotch. April staggers a few more steps, but still has her hands by her nose. Keri kicks her again. “On your knees, bitch!” The crowd cheers. They love the trash talk.
April puts her hands on her thighs and crouches over, stunned. The clothesline she gave Keri sent her for a loop, so Keri tries her own clothesline maneuver, though she has no technical wrestling experience. April sees it coming a mile away. She grabs Keri’s arm as it approaches and twists it until Keri is bent over. Then, April sends her knee smashing into Keri’s face.
“I am through fucking around with you,” says April. She gets behind Keri and lifts her into a reverse bear hug. Again, Keri is having the breath squeezed out of her lungs. April hoists her high and sends her crashing down in an atomic drop. Keri painfully bounces off her knee and forward onto her own knees and bouncing forward some more. The fence in front of her stops her momentum. For a moment, she exchanges a look with Brooke as if to say “help”.
The stare is broken as she feels talons grasping at her hair and pulling her onto her back. April walks around to her legs and lifts them up high. She spreads them wide, jumps high in the air and stomps her stiletto boot hard onto Keri’s clit.
“OHHHHHHHFUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!” screams Keri. This is the beginning of the end, she thinks. Another stomp! Another scream! On the third stomp, April’s aim is a bit lower and she pierces Keri’s bodysuit and her stiletto heel buries itself inside Keri’s cxnt.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” cries Keri as she reaches up towards the heavens.
“BULLSEYE, BITCH!” April screams, as she grinds her heel in as hard and deep as it will painfully go. Keri slams the mat. She pulls out her own hair. She screams and cries and wails.
“STOP!” she cries repeatedly.
Finally, April takes her boot out of her opponent’s crotch. Keri rolls to her side with her hand between her legs and begins shivering and crying. Brooke makes her way to the fence and at first looks to be carefully tender, but then says, “Get up, Keri. Get her back.”
“I can’t,” Keri replies, her voice quivering. “I have to give.” Keri’s been kicked in the crotch many more times than this in the past and come back to win, but power behind this amazon’s blows is like nothing she’s ever known.
“GET THE FUCK UP, YOU WORTHLESS SHIT!” Brooke says. This makes Keri cry more. “KICK HER FUCKING TWAT NOW, YOU FUCKING BITCH!”
“Brooke, please…” Keri says.
“I hate to break this up,” says April, grabbing Keri by the hair, “but I’m not through with this cxnt yet.” She lifts her up and begins carrying her away. Then, she changes her mind and slams her up against the fence facing the crowd and Brooke.
“But I have a heart,” April says. “You two can finish you conversation while I finish your twat.” April roughly spreads Keri’s legs and pins her head against the fence with her forearm. With her other hand, she reaches between Keri’s legs and snatch slaps her from behind. Keri’s eyes lock with Brooke’s and bulge out of her head. It seems that the palms of April’s gloves are made of some rough abrasive like sandpaper. She rubs roughly back and forth. Keri’s face is contorted in anguish.
“Ooooh, I’m getting wet baby,” April says laughing as she rubs her hand across Keri’s pussy lips.
Keri squeals and Brooke sees that she is about to scream her submission. Brooke screams louder over her, “KERI, YOU SUCK!”
April spins her around and also sees that she is about to submit, so she slugs her hard in the gut to stop her. Keri wheezes with the wind knocked out of her. April drops to her knees and sends a powerful uppercut between her legs. Keri drops like a rock. With Keri face down, April lifts her legs up and begins punting her cxnt from behind. Keri’s body flies uncontrollably in the air like a rag doll. April’s thighs flex and stretch and the power behind the blows is amazing to watch as Keri’s body gets pummeled into the air higher and higher with each kick.
April flips her over, spreads her legs wide and says, “Make a wish, slut! It’ll be your last.” April jumps high in the air and comes crashing down knee first onto Keri’s cxnt.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIYIEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” The crowd is temporarily silenced, as the sound that seemed to have just come out of Keri's mouth was far from human.
With her knee still firmly in place, putting painful pressure on Keri’s crushed crotch, April rips her costume open and latches her sandpaper like gloves onto her glistening tits. She scrapes up and down and Keri feels like her tits are on fire.
“I SUB—OOOOOOFFF!” Keri’s submission is again halted by a slug to the gut. April latches onto Keri’s tits again. She kneads her fingers in to find her implants. Once she has a good grip, she uses all her brute strength to pull them out of place by pulling Keri’s tits away from one another. Keri’s back arches and she shakes her head wailing away.
“OH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWD!”
Keri prays to pass out, but her ordeal has just begun. Her worst fears are realized as April lifts her up painfully by her dislocated implants and throws her into the wall that has “the trap”, as it has known to be called. Keri has already seen it used once and it literally destroyed the girl who was unfortunate enough to be its victim.
As a reminder, this is what it is…a turnbuckle seat juts out from the center of the wall. This is what the victim sits on. Next to that are two metal cylinders with hinges so they can be open or closed. This is where the victim’s thighs go. From the ceiling hangs a chain with a pair of handcuffs on them. Once the victim is in place, her hands are cuffed and raised above her head and her legs are spread wide and locked in place by the cylinders. Every time each of the cuffs or cylinders is closed, a digital clock begins counting back from 3 minutes. After the time is up, the latches open automatically and the victim is released.
April has no resistance at all from Keri in placing her in “the trap.” All locks are secured and the clock ticks back. As Keri is being secured in place, she is shaking and crying and looks over again to Brooke, who seems to be fingering herself. Keri never sees April’s first boot coming until it is too late. The mixture of shock and pain on Keri’s face is priceless and Brooke is indeed finger fucking herself. The look on Keri’s face is the same orgasmic look she had each time they’d fucked…except this is no orgasm. It’s amazing how the look of pleasure and pain are sometimes almost indistinguishable.
One more time, Keri tries to signal her surrender, but is met with a punch to the stomach to stifle her. This time, April rips some of the remaining clothes Keri still has on and uses it as a gag. April menacingly walks back to the opposite side of the ring and charges. Keri can only marvel at the size of the thighs that carry the power that will ultimately destroy her and await the train wreck about to befall on her sweet pussy.
The sound of the impact sounds like someone dropped a brick and for Keri it feels like someone dropped an anvil…right on her cxnt. She cries through her gag, leaning her head forward and struggling with her handcuffs. Her scream is muffled, but her eyes say it all.
“Ready for another?” April says.
Keri shakes her head furiously ‘no’.
Too bad.
April charges again. Last time the top of her boot made its impact, but this time it’s the very tip of the boot hitting her clit and pubic bone…much, much worse. Keri’s body slams into the wall, bounces back and freezes up. Her eyes cross and drool begins pouring out of her mouth through the gag as she screams. Her screams are short loud bursts. “MMMPPHH! MMMPPHHH! MMMPPHHH!”
“Can’t you handle me, bitch?” asks an unforgiving April. It’s apparent from Keri’s short muffled cries that something may be irreparably wrong with her from that last kick, but no one seems to want to do anything about stopping the crazy amazon bitch yet. April backs up once again, enjoying her torture to the fullest.
“Fourth down, bitch! Time to punt!” she screams as she charges again. Keri begins wailing before the kick is even delivered…and delivered it is. Keri’s eyes roll up into her head and she begins gagging and choking. April removes the gag, not really wanting to face a murder rap. Keri is dry heaving. April snatch slaps her. “You puke. You die.” She rubs her gloves against Keri’s lips again. Up and down. Hard. Keri shakes side to side in absolute torture. With her other hand, April sends painful uppercuts to her tits, once she sees Keri about to scream a submission again.
She whispers to her, “Not yet, bitch. Not yet.” Still, Keri is saying “I---“ until April covers her mouth with her hand and rubbing her hand up and down harder and faster. Keri is crying a waterfall and muffling her ultimate anguish.
April is proven to be a pure sadist. She is getting so excited that she begins actually jamming her hand into Keri’s cxnt and rubbing the glove inside her. It’s just getting worse and worse for poor Keri. She has never lost a match. This one, she is just hoping to survive.
Suddenly, the cylinders and handcuffs open. The three minutes are up. Keri tears April’s hand away from her mouth, takes in a deep breath and cries out, “I SUBMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!”
The cage doors immediately open, as Ashlyn does not expect April to release her, but with one last swipe of the glove for good measure, she walks away and raises her arms to the cheers of the crowd. Keri falls to the floor in a heaping mess.
