The bitch is relentless, even after I clawed her snatch, she manages to stay after me, Damn, I shouldn't have made that 'mule kick', as when caught my foot, I could feel what is going to happen. At least those toe nalls didn't stick down there, as I grunt with each impact. I roll away , seeing the gallery full of spectators directly above me, right into a bunch of tables and chairs, and half way under them. Our "arena", which is delimited by the tables and chairs standing around , serves as a temporary shelter, as I take stock.
My snatch is semi-scalped, tits and thighs bleeding, pussy swollen, and even my ass is violated.. I suck in air, and although people are shouting for me to come out and fight, I rest up, watching the miserable blonde stalking back and forth, checking out her own wounds. "Why don't you come in here and fight?" I hiss, not expecting it, but ready to claw if she does.
I test what she will do, now that I have my bearings, and start to emerge. Will Leann give me the space to get up, or is she going to scrabble on the dirty floor under the chairs and tables. So far, so good, as i clutch a table edge, and pull myself out. She is gesturing to me and the crowd, as I glare at her. I am throbbing with pain, and cautious, but we are both upright again, and I stay close to the edge of the furniture, even if I am now coated in the debris that liltters a bar floor. I know this won;t be stopped, so I brace myself for another round.
