The local mall had assembled some of the best female athletes together for a combination press conference, autograph signing, and prize giveaway. There was a new car parked nearby, and each signing came with a ticket for a chance to go home with it today. The three women spent the start of the show signing autographs, smiling for their fans but quietly tracking the other women.
This was because unknown to some in attendance, there was a lot of bad blood between them. Serena Williams, Martina Hingis and Maria Sharapova had each been involved in bloody, brutal fights with each other over the last year or so. In fact, Serena had beaten Martina down at a recent party before calling in her friends to have their way with her trapped and beaten body.
It so happened that the journalist who had helped Martina get home afterward was in attendance, standing in the connected room of the small showroom that the girls were signing in. While the audience and athletes sat in the main room, a door and a glass panel separated the team was running a live stream via their various equipment to film and record the event.
Besides the athletes themselves, only the one journalist seemed to pick up on the idea that this could go poorly. At least, for the first part of the gathering he was. The questions from the audience quickly started to show their real feelings about one another.
They'd all settled down in their basic short dresses and shirts for the questions.
Q: "Serena, what do you think about your fellow athletes?"
Serena: "I have a lot of respect for a lot of other players. But for these two? I could give a shit. I think Martina's the kind of bitch who cheated her way to where she is, and Maria fucked her way there like a whore."
Serena sneered proudly at her statement as she glared over at the other girls.
Q: "So... Maria, do you have a favorite match or point in your career, recent or old?"
Maria: "Yea, if I had to pick... I think it would be the time I kicked Serena's fat black ass in a cage. I was proud to ruin her ugly tits and turn her into a crying baby, even after all the steroids she must have popped to get this far, let alone stand a chance against me. I doubt Martina could even have a chance against her by herself."
Q: "Uh... Martina, how do you think you'd do against Serena and Maria?"
Martina: "Well... you probably meant in tennis, but I'm going to take that as 'in a fight." The crowd laughed a bit, amused by the direction the dialogue was going. "So yea, I think I could curb stomp both of these bitches until they were pissing their panties. Not that they'd have any left on them, because I'd tear it off their skanky asses for the goddamn world to see their wide slutty pussies."
Maria rose up first and shoved Martina in the chest. "The fuck did you say, slut?! I will beat your goddamn face in right now, I swear!"
Serena rose up as well and kicked her chair away. "Where do you get off saying that, cracker cunt!?" she barked at Maria. "I will whoop your ass anywhere, and this place is no different!"
Martina sneered back at Serena. "You're one to talk. How many people do you think jerked off to your beaten bloody nigger corpse, dipshit?"
"OUT!" Serena barked, waving a hand at the carefully approaching security guards. "I want security out of here! Right now!"
The guards hesitated, but Maria nodded. "You heard her. The fans can stay to watch the show, long as they stay the hell out of my way when I'm ripping chunks out of these bitches."
The uniformed man and woman looked at each other. The male officer shrugged and they stepped out of the room. The camera crew didn't dare stop filming from inside their secure room, and the security team left only to wait out in the main halls of the mall to watch from the outside. They were dutiful, but curious.
The women were all up and ready as the crowd muttered and smiled in excitement at the unexpected show.
After a few seconds of each of them trying to eye both opponents at once, Martina lashed out at Serena. She belted her with a punch to the face, stunning the big brown woman before Maria came in from Martina's side. She grabbed the smaller blonde in a chokehold, squeezing her neck and holding her in front of her. Serena took it as an invitation, rubbing her jaw before she threw a powerful fist into the trapped Martina's modest breast.
Martina let out a loud grunt of pain, shaking violently as Serena decked her other tit to match. "What's the matter? Can't those tiny titties of yours take a hit, little girl?" Serena mocked venomously. The one black fighter grinned as she sadistically slapped the woman's breasts around before she wound up for one big blow.
Martina shook her head and pulled desperately to get away, but Serena surprised her when she swung past her and belted Maria right in the face. It sent her staggering back as Martina found herself suddenly free, only for Serena to shove her aside to get back at the stunned Maria. Martina flew to one side and thumped into the prized car as the big black athlete grabbed Maria by the throat. She shoved the hated white rival into a wall, still holding her neck in her strong hand.
"You think I forgot the shit you tried to pull on me before?" she hissed at her, getting in her face as she grabbed the collar of Maria's outfit and started to tear at it. "You think we can just team up and be buddies after you fucked me like that?! Well you don't FUCK with Serena and walk away, and both of you white bitches are going to pay for it big!"
Serena ranted at her in her fury as she tore a big opening down the front of Maria's uniform and bra, exposing her scarred and damage jugs to the crowd of onlookers. Even if they were aware of the underground challenge, few had actually seen the damages done by Serena's wrath and the rough wires that had surrounded their cage fight.
"These still hurt, bitch?" Serena snarled, groping one of her scar-painted breasts. Maria only responded by spitting in her eyes, blinding Serena long enough for her trapped opponent to knee her in between the legs. The big brown athlete let out a loud grunt of pain while she cupped her smashed crotch, backing away enough for Maria to slip free. She grabbed a nearby folding chair, swinging it to smash into the side of Serena's head and bring her crashing to the floor.
Maria went after her, bashing the chair repeatedly over Serena's arm and ribs in massive overhead swings, ignoring how it made her bared and damaged breasts bounce each time. She was so caught up in her furious counter attack that she was wide open when Martina charged in behind her and tackled her to the floor. The two white women rolled together over the carpet, kicking and clawing and shrieking wildly at each other.
Martina ended up on top, holding Maria down by her hair and pounding her face with her fist as fast as she could muster. Maria responded by snaking a hand up her shirt and sinking her nails into her tit's flesh, digging them in until she felt the warm trickle of blood. Martina howled in pain,rearing back too quickly as she removed Maria's hand from her breast, but allowing it to tear off half of her top. Martina's own blood-stained bra wash bared, and even pushed up by the undergarment it was clear she had some battle damaged sag herself.
"You fucking bitch!" she snarled, baring her teeth as she recoiled, arms instinctively going up to cover her chest. Marina tried to fix her bra, but it was twisted by the attack and her flustered hands weren't ready for delicate work so much as they were for punching right now, shaking with rage. She gave up on it and threw it off over her head, leaving both of them rendered topless.
Then there came a shattering noise as Serena swung the pitcher of water left out for the interview, breaking it to pieces over the back of Martina's head. It took her a moment to even realize what happened as the blood ran down the back of her head, falling clumsily to her knees and clutching at her dark blonde hair with a furious wail of pain.
Serena moved in beside her and slammed a big bare foot into her chest, stepped out of her formal shoes once the fight had started. It knocked Martina flat on her side to nurse her injured breasts and head, allowing Serena to grab her by the ankle and drag her towards their initial interview table. She grabbed some of the looser camera cables, looping them quickly around her wrists in a crude knot to keep her stuck to the table's legs.
"Don't you go anywhere, bitch," Serena grinned at her wickedly, patting her cheek and turning back towards Maria. The white girl let her bind their mutual foe before she moved in on her. Both got their fists up in a crude boxing stance, meeting each other's' eyes with a long-burning fury. Serena swung first, but Maria had been hit enough already to be cautious and duck back from it. She countered with a rake of her nails over Serena's face, leaving a few rough red lines going down her cheek.
Serena let out a pained cry, but grabbed Maria by the remaining scraps of her top to throw her to the ground in a rough bodyslam. She pushed up to stand over her, Maria still stunned and winded when Serena started to stomp down on her. A few hit her arms to drive them away from her body. Maria was able to grab at her foot to tear her sneaker off at least, but then Serena specifically targeted the white girl's damaged goods, crushing her big black sole onto one of her jugs and squashing it down to the floor. Maria screamed and flopped on her side, the crushing force distorting her already vulnerable and misshapen breast meat.
"I'm going to love popping those ugly white titties," Serena growled down at her, the crowd growing interested in the fight enough to start cheering and whistling in approval. Serena pressed her weight more on her other foot to start stomping and even taking short jumps to smash even harder on top of Maria's tit, her one breast slightly bruised and scraped from the encounter, but the other quickly becoming a bruised and swollen lump like a rotten melon.
Maria was finally able to roll away, letting Serena's foot hit the carpet instead. Maria apparently did not share the same strategy as Serena concerning footwear, because she still had her stiletto heels on. She tore off her remaining shoe and swung it like a hammer, stabbing its thin, hard point down onto Serena's foot and puncturing the skin.
Serena howled in agony as her foot gave out, falling to the floor and clutching at the bloodied leg.
"Guess they weren't your size! Must be too small for those giant nigger feet!" Maria snapped to the chuckles of the crowd. She grabbed the skirt of her dress-like outfit, backpedaling to yank it up and over the thrashing Serena's head as she was too busy working to get the improvised weapon out of her foot's delicate muscles. It took some tearing, but Maria got her down to nothing but her panties, her big but scarred, sagging and stretched boobs too tender lately for her to wear a proper bra.
"Look at those sick monkey tits," Maria hissed bitterly, stalking over the darker fighter and throwing a kick into her one of her big brown breasts. For her tight and athletic figure, her damaged breast muscles and loose flesh made it bounce and jiggle enough to really show off the injuries she had sustained. "They need to be put out of their misery. If I had a knife I'd hack it off for you right now!"
"Here. Let's put you to work like a good stupid slave," Maria insisted, grabbing Serena by her long dark hair and dragging her towards where Martina was bound. Serena shoved back at her desperately, but Maria thrust a knee up into Serena's face. Her juicy lips met her teeth sharply, rocking her head as she moaned and spat out blood.
Maria threw Serena to the ground in front of Martina, then pushed her face into one of her exposed breasts. "Bite down like a good dog, you stupid bitch," Maria ordered her. "Or else I take it out on you."
"What?! No! Stop! Let me go and fight me like a real woman, you fucking evil dyke!" Martina demanded, but Serena only had to hesitate for a second before she opened her mouth, biting down on Martina's tit.
Martina screamed as Serena's teeth pushed on her soft and injured skin, crushing it at first but then Maria reached between Serena's legs, pulling own her panties and pinching her nails into her labia. "Harder, bitch!" Maria ordered, the pain driving Serena to bite down harder until she started tasting Martina's blood.
Maria laughed in glee as she tormented both of her opponents at once, shuffling forward on her knees to get close enough to make it even worse on them. She reached out to grab hold of Martina's other tit, grabbing and pulling the opposite direction as Serena. Martina was a wailing mess as she kicked and screamed, her breasts being pulled apart and stretching her already worn and torn pectoral muscles.
Maria finally let go, only to suddenly punch Serena in the face. The black girl staggered back from their trapped opponent, only to block a follow up from Maria and slam her with a headbutt. The two angry athletes tumbling away from each other as Serena squeezed Maria into a headlock under her strong arm.
Martina was finally left to simply suffer in her bindings, wriggling in place to try to slip free She saw that she was getting nowhere without something to grip on, but there were the fans and photographers crowded around at the edge of the room. She nodded a few over to her, the wounded and stripped tennis star still attractive in her own right.
“Quick,” she hissed quietly as Maria and Serena plowed into each other. “Get me out of here so I can kick their asses!”
The one photographer thought a moment, but then smirked at her. “What’s in it for us? It’s still hot whoever gets their asses beat.”
Maria looked at him uncertainly, then her eyes went wide. “What? Wait, no! Not like that!” she insisted. “I’ll… I’ll find another way to make it up for you!”
“Looks like you don’t have much of a choice,” the man grinned, undoing his belt as Martina shook her head. All he had to do was grab her hair and straddle her legs to shove himself into her mouth, the protesting athlete’s voice of outrage smothered by his rod being pushed in between her lips.
Maria and Serena went on brawling across the room, Maria shoving and grappling with her enough to power the bigger Serena into the car. The black woman’s back ran into the car, but she brought a knee up to slam into Maria’s ribs, making her let go and suddenly lifting her up off her feet, performing a crude body slam that smashed the white woman over the hood of the car. Maria winced in pain as Serena walked around to grab her by the hair, lifting and clamming the stunned girl’s head into the hood of the car.
Maria grunted with the slam, but she threw a wild punch up that slammed into Serena’s eye. She cried out in pain and backed off, letting Maria jump off quickly and pop the hood of the truck open. “You’re just ASKING me to make your tits even worse,” Maria hissed at her, shoving Serena’s chest into the car and slamming the hood back down and trapping Serena’s tit in it. The busty black athlete screamed out as the circulation was cut off to most of her breast. Serena bent low to minimize the stretching and crushing of her chest muscles while Maria took the opportunity to start kneeing her in the abs.
Serena managed to open the hood of the car and pull herself free, though by then her breast was swollen and sagging, The damage was already done, so she winced and cradled it a moment before she spun and buried a punch into Maria's stomach. The white girl was instantly winded, doubling over as Serena grabbed her in a headlock. Maria pushed at her body and bit her breast, but Serena turned and rammed her head into the driver's side window. The white athlete gave a husky grunt as her face bounced off the glass, leaving a bloody stain as her lips started to bleed.
Serena held the stunned Maria up by her hair, popping the door open to wind down the window. She shoved Maria's head through before she wound it back up, leaving her opponent slightly bent over and gasping for air. She got her fingers into the opening of the window, pushing down on the glass enough to keep herself from blacking out, but she was still stuck in place.
"Gotcha, you honky cunt," Serena mocked, throwing a kick up between her legs from behind.
"AOOOOHHH!" Maria gave a loud howl of pain, picked up by everyone present and easily caught by the still-running microphones. She turned back to their interview table, grabbing one of the tennis rackets left around as props. She took a light practice swing before she turned to the trapped Maria, smacking it rapidly against her presented white ass like a paddle, leaving the crisscrossed marks across her cheeks.
While Maria screamed in her raspy, choking tone, Martina groaned and kicked, but her body was left at the mercy of the attending staff and onlookers. She choked on one of their dicks while another took advantage of her vulnerability by squeezing her damage breasts together and titfucking her. A third had reached down to spread her legs out, roughly fingering her just to hear her moans from the forced arousal.
Martina shuddered violently as she felt the man cum into her mouth, emitting a sickly gurgling noise. He pulled out as it splattered over her chest, the rest of the men laughing at her humiliating position as they made space for him to step back.
"There!" Martina sputtered when she could breathe again. "Is that enough? Can you let me go?" The men looked uncertainly at the bargaining athlete, but after a few moments, the one who had cum in her mouth went back to untie her hands.
"Sure. That's worth one save," he decided. Martina rubbed at her wrists a bit before she hurried off back into the fight. Serena had just stopped paddling the trapped Maria, turning the tennis racket around and shoving it up her asshole. Maria screamed in pain at the rough intrusion of the rubber handle, still unable to pull herself out of the car window.
Serena was caught up enough in beating her opponent that she didn't see Martina rush in behind her, swinging a mic stand like a hammer into the back of Serena's head. The black athlete let out a cry of pain as she went to her knees, grabbing the back of her head painfully.
"I'm back, you fucking nigger bitch!" Martina shouted down at her suffering foe. She kicked Serena in the head with a vengeance, flooring the woman onto her back. Martina turned and raise the stand again before she drove it down like a harpoon into one of Serena’s tits and twisted it, scraping the empty plastic clip meant for the mic over her like a pair of claws. Serena screamed in pain, an almost sensual noise in her weary state from the dizzying ambush.
Serena curled up defensively, crawling slowly away from her when Martina grabbed her by one of her legs. “Your stinking monkey cunt’s not going anywhere!” Martina insisted, dragging her back towards her as Serena grabbed for the sound crew’s gear nearby. She managed to grab a small wrench from beside their toolbox, turning and swinging it to smash into Martina’s knee. The Swiss player went down with an agonized scream, clutching her throbbing leg as Serena managed to drag herself up to her knees. "I thought this was women's tennis, not figure skating," chortled one of the reporters in the sound room.
Serena grabbed onto Martina's leg, using it to keep her down as well as help herself up as she was clearly still aching from being jumped by the white girl. She took her revenge by stomping one of her big dark soles onto Martina's tit, getting a shocked and pained howl out of her.
"Are those little saggers still hurting, cracker ass bitch? Well let's see if we can make them any worse!" Serena snapped down at her, crushing it again and again with her stomps. The soft and mutilated tits crushed against her ribs, smaller and still damaged from her previous fights so much that doctors had been pleased they didn't have to do any invasive surgery to save them.
When Martina was left hugging her chest in pain, Serena rolled her onto her stomach and dragged her by her feet away from of their booth. More high pitched howls of pain came out of the white fighter as her cum-stained nipples and breasts were dragged across the carpet for a painful rash of rug burn.
Maria was left struggling with one hand and head trapped in the window of the car. Her one free arm was at an angle where she couldn’t reach the tennis racket stuffed up her ass, and she didn’t want to risk removing the other in case the window closed any further on her already stuck throat. The fans moved in around her, Maria trying to meet their eye to beg for mercy and let her out so she could escape… or just get some fucking payback on those cheating bitches. Instead, several women from the crowd approached her, eying up her damaged and vulnerable body with varying malice and envy in their eyes.
"Bet you like being bent over like that, don't you, slut?" one of the women hissed, kneeing Maria in one of her breasts. Maria gave a pained grunt as her chest flopped from the hit, the muscles loose and weak from their past punishments. The other women moved in, groping and clawing and spanking anything they could get a hold of. Two of the women each grabbed one of her breasts, pulling down like they were milking her cow tits. Two more dug their fingers painfully into her crotch, letting the racket waggle over their hands as they clawed and pulled apart her pussy lips.
Serena dragged Martina out into the main hall of the mall, mostly empty. Those that hadn’t shown up to meet the athletes were certainly there to watch the fight. Martina rolled onto one side as Serena finally let go, hugging her breasts and sobbing in pain. Her breasts were in worse shape than ever, a bold red color from all the friction that burned at her skin. Serena let her go to turn to the nearby hot dog stand that was left out in the floor.
“Think that burns, bitch?” Serena mocked, turning back to her victim and squirted hot sauce over her chest. Martina let out a high-pitched screech as the fresh pain went through her, tensing up before she suddenly threw a foot up into Serena’s pussy. The big black player groaned and held her pussy, leaning on the cart just to stay standing as her legs went weak.
Martina got to her feet, grabbing her by the hair to slam her head into the metal edge of the cart. Serena’s face bounced back, a fresh gash in her forehead leaking blood into her eyes. “If you like burning tits so much, you’ll fucking love this!” Martina shouted at her, using her grip on Serena’s head to shove her into the cart and bend her over. Her big, damaged breasts were forced right onto the grill of the cart, still going and still piping hot. Serena screamed bloody murder as her skin blistered and stung like mad. She pulled back sharply enough to free herself, but hugged her burning breasts as she sobbed miserably.
“I thought I smelled monkey meat! Not so great, is it?!” Martina screamed, grinning madly at the black woman’s suffering. She threw a punch into one of her still-warm, sagging breasts, Serena howling again as the tender tit was short a few desperately-needed layers of skin. Martina threw a few more punches into her boobs, backing her into a wall as she staggered drunkenly, barely standing from all the agony she was in.
“You going to cum from this, bitch? You get off on everyone watching?” one of the women hissed at Maria. She wailed and thrashed and kicked, but she was powerless to fend off all the other women in her state, beaten and trapped by her opponents. One of them had removed the tennis racket, only to smack it against her variously damaged face, breasts, ass and stomach. They passed it around, treating her like a pinata with her tool of the trade. At last, they passed it to one woman standing by her front just inside the car. She forced Maria to open her mouth and tried to shove the handle into her, uncaring that it could hardly fit.
Maria was lucky enough that the woman leaned on the switch for the windows, sliding it down by mistake. Maria gasped for air loudly, pulling free as the rest of the women backed off, none of them looking for a fair fight with the athlete, even if she was wounded. Maria wiped a bit of blood from her face and rubbed a few bruises before she heard the grunts and shouts of the women fighting outside the room.
Serena found herself with her back against the wall, clumsily raising her hands to stop the occasional punch from Martina but thoroughly cornered. Her eyes lit up for a moment, quickly throwing herself aside to let Maria charge in behind Martina, swinging one of the stage lights used by the recording crew. The glass of its large bulb shattered on the back of her head, instantly bringing Martina to her knees with her mouth hanging open, blood quickly marking her light-colored hair.
Serena was quick to join in, the women descending on Martina together to pound her senseless. It was all Martina could do to curl up into a ball, letting the women stomp and kick at her back. Maria got her by the hair, forcing her face up so she could pound her in the face, bruising and swelling her pretty features. She threw her onto her back, letting the two women stomp on her breasts to mash them out of shape while the broken glass cut at her skin. It wasn’t long before their combined fury left her beaten senseless, a powerless, drooling mess on the floor.
As they got off her, Maria started to drag her back into the showroom. She grabbed an extension chord from one of the stacks of recording equipment, looping it around Martina's breast like a tight-fitting leash. Martina's damaged jugs swelled up even further as it was pulled tight, the bloody breasts wobbling along with her limply trailing body.
“I’m going to run that bitch’s tits over with that damn car,” Maria growled. She started to force Martina up to her knees while Serena opened the door to the back seat of the car. Seeing her plan, Maria shoved Martina partially inside the doorway. Her tormenters held back her arms before they slammed the door shut on Maria's tits.
Maria screamed like a mad woman as her the door stayed shut, clamping around her breasts, further crushing and stretching them. The two other athletes ignored her cries, Martina ramming knees into her ribs and stomach while Serena threw punches into her face. Maria's grunts and howls only stopped when the last blow to the head knocked her out cold, leaning her hanging limply from the car door by her tits. Martina went to open the door and do worse to her yet, but Serena felt their alliance was over at this point. She reached over and smashed her forearm into the back of Martina's head, getting her to cry out in pain before stepping around Maria to pounce on the black woman.
As they went on with their brawl, the crew even piled out of the sound studio to watch the show that had just spilled outside. Still, the one reporter stayed at his post, watching the equipment as well as the fight. But as the door hung open and everyone watched Serena and Maria beat each other senseless, he focused more on the bloody, bruised, limp Martina lying against the car door. With a compassionate sigh, he crept over to the door, popping it open and pulling her inside the booth, shutting the door behind them and starting to do what he could to revive and tend to her.
Martina slowly started to come to, blinking in a panic for a moment before she saw only the one journalist over her, an extra shirt of his placed over her upper body. She winced as she rose up to sit, not bothering to hold the shirt especially closely.
"Easy there," he urged, putting a hand on her shoulder to help steady her. She looked up at him wearily, but smiled a bit with her swollen lip.
"You're the guy from the party," she muttered. "You got me out of the storage room."
He just smiled and shrugged. "Seemed like the thing to do to a pretty woman banged up to hell and back. Not like the rest of them out there."
Martina smiled back and took hold of a chair, urging herself up. There was still the viewing glass for them to monitor the equipment and the scene itself, and Martina could see Serena and Maria still going at it through the tv screens showing the camera's’ feed. The journalist stayed close to her in case she needed any further help, but apart from looking dizzy and tired, she was staying up alright.
“They’re really still going at it,” Maria mused, almost a bit of admiration in her voice. She reached out to run her hand over the man’s side. At first he thought he was imagining it, but her hand didn’t leave, and her rubbing became a bit more sensual. “Doesn’t it turn you on?” she asked softly, before she turned to kiss him. He grabbed her around the middle, kissing back even as she moaned and twitched from the pain. She still refused to pull away.
Outside, Serena threw Maria by her hair into the table they were interviewed at. Maria nearly crumbled to the ground when the table slammed into her ribs, but she held onto it to at least stay hunched over. "Come on! Get up, blondie!" Serena boomed at her, grabbing Maria by the hair with plans to smash her face into the tabletop. However, they landed by some of their discarded clothes, and Maria was able to grab one of the stiletto heels that she had left behind. She turned and swung it down hard, driving it like a fashionable stake into Serena's breast. Her damaged bosom hung low enough that it rested on the table, and the spike went through hard and clean enough to actually stick part way into the table.
Serena screamed as she was stuck to the table by the penetrating heel, pushing and pulling at the surface frantically. Maria rose up and threw a few punches into Serena's already bloodied face.
Serena screamed as she was stuck to the table by the penetrating heel, pushing and pulling at the surface frantically. Maria rose up and threw a few punches into Serena's already bloodied face. The black athlete pulled at the shoe, desperate to escape even as her grip weakened with the dizzying head shots. Serena was still reeling from her beating at Martina's hands, but she managed to slam her elbow back into Maria's pussy. Maria bent double and she cupped her crotch, Serena reaching up to grab her head and slam it into the table next to her.
With Maria stunned, Serena was able to at least get a grip on the penetrating shoe, pulling it loose with a pained grunt. She started to push herself up, but Maria lashed out suddenly and bit into her other tit. Serena screamed and clawed at her face, but the blonde locked her mouth around her nipple, where she bit down and twisted hard. The black woman screamed and pulled, but her weakened tits couldn't take the pain. Especially after Maria bit down hard enough to bite her nipple off at the areola, spitting it to the side as Serena screamed and blood poured out of her breast.
She hugged it to her chest as Maria swung her other shoe, clocking Serena in the head and putting her out cold, flopped over the table like a bleeding, bruised rag doll. Maria grabbed a tennis racket, pulling a few chords before she shoved it around Serena's hands, wrapping her up in them like improvised hand cuffs. "Anyone who wants a piece, go right ahead!" she called, the men quickly descending to have their way with the sexy but defeated Serena.
While all this occurred, the journalist and Martina were up in the booth having the most intense sex that either could remember. They watched as Maria and Serena beat the everloving shit out of each other, all while Martina was bent over the work station and holding on as he fucked her from behind. His hands braced on her hips, reaching up now and then to rub over her damaged face or bloodied breasts. Her damaged chest sagged and bounced energetically with their every thrust, the muscles too weak to hold them in place.
Martina gave deep whines and moans as her wounds were touched, but it seemed to remind her of the fight happening right then and arousing her further. As her lover reached around to grope one of her swollen, aching breasts, she let out a cry of pain that turned to one of lust by the time her voice trailed off. Her tits were so soft and tender, their sickly purple color and splotchy skin making them look and feel like a pair of rotten plums.
"Harder," she grunted as the two of them oversaw the battle. "Fuck me har- OHHH, just like that!" Even with her pussy as swollen, scratched, and stomped as it was, it was wildly sensitive, and the angle gave her rescuer the perfect angle to pound into her clitoris. Her pussy throbbed around his shaft, and squeezing and groping all her soft, bruised flesh while the fight went on had him cumming inside her before too long. Martina gave a high-pitched groan before she shook, cumming moment after him in an intense whirlwind of pain and pleasure.
They panted and clung to each other a while before she turned and kissed him, carefully sliding off of him. "Where were you going after all this?" she muttered softly, still lightheaded and dreamy-eyed from the wild, brutal sex.
"Nowhere special. Want to come along?" he invited with a smile. He picked up his coat, offering it to her. She nodded appreciatively and wrapped it around herself, big enough to cover her until she could find something that fit better. The commotion seemed to have died down outside and a few people already gone, so he led her to the exit and opened the door for her.
Almost as soon as she did, Maria pushed her way into the doorway and grabbed Martina by the hair. Maria threw her out into the showroom, sending her tumbling to the floor. "Where've you been hiding, slut?!" Maria shouted at her furiously, stomping after her and throwing a kick into her stomach. Martina grunted painfully as a bit of her lover's cum was knocked out from between her legs. While Maria sneered at her in disgust, Martina leaned back on her hips and launched a kick right into Maria's snatch.
Maria grunted and fell to her knees, hands stuck to her groin as Martina threw herself into her with a wild screech, swinging wildly at her opponent. Maria made an easy target for the next few seconds, forced to take her punches and scratches to her face and purple-pink breasts. Martina grabbed her by the face with both hands and dug her nails in, getting a furious scream from Maria.
“Die, you fucking bitch!” Martina snarled savagely as she scratched her nails over Maria’s face. Maria's face showed some fresh, short slashes. Maria hissed from the pain, attempting to pull back but Martina held on too tightly for her to retreat. Maria had a few freshly bleeding face wounds and Martina’s fingers pushed her cheek flesh inward before Maria lunged forward instead. It slipped her loose from Martina’s fingers and crashed a headbutt into her face. Martina’s whole body shook from the impact of their colliding skulls, laying out limply on the floor as she saw stars.
Maria staggered a bit herself, but braced her palms on either side of her foe. She breathed heavily, drooling blood out of her mouth onto Martina’s body. “You can’t beat me, you dykey cunt,” she growled down at Martina, who stared up at her in a daze. When she started to show the first signs of coming to her senses, she saw Maria grab a claw hammer from some scattered equipment from the technicians. She swung it down to crush one of Martina’s breasts to her chest.
Martina screamed as her boob bounced from the blow, a thick bruise quickly growing over some of the last white flesh left on her chest. One hand feebly reached up to try to protect her latest injury, but it simply let Maria twist the hammer around and hook the claw end of her hammer around Maria’s nipple and pull. Martina shook violently and shouted as her tit stretched out, the weakened muscles and damaged flesh unable to keep them in their proper shape.
“Stop! Stop! I can’t…!” Martina pleaded, breathless from all her pain and screaming. She bit her lip until it bled, shaking her head as Maria simply jerked and twisted the hammer until finally the hammer popped loose, a piece of her nipple still in between the metal prongs. Maria thrashed and gave raspy screams as her nipple leaked blood over their battlefield.
“What’s wrong? All out of milk, weak ass bitch?!” Maria snapped at her, finally rising up and tossing aside the bloody hammer. One bold fan plucked it up to take Martina Hingis’ nipple as a souvenir. Maria paid him no mind as she kicked Martina in the ribs a few times, followed by grabbing her shoe again and stabbing the hard heel into her twat until it was stuck inside her. Maria gave a husky grunt, but apart from a quick spasm, she laid paralyzed with pain. Martina stepped up to her battered body and planted her foot on her face, holding her down as if she could rise under her own power.
Maria looked over at Serena. Men held her legs up as they fucked her ass and pussy, another using her moaning, drooling mouth as they pulled her hair. A few more pulled at her tits, stretching and distorting them until the blood trickled freshly from her wounds. Maria whistled and called off to the remaining crowd. “Got another piece of meat for you, boys!” She let one of the envious women come over and eagerly stuff her fingers into Martina, clawing at her pussy. The athlete gave a weak wail before another woman sat on her face. They rolled her over a bit to allow a man to have his turn shoving a cock up her ass, burying Maria in their flesh as she whimpered and pleaded for mercy.
It wasn’t enough to keep them off of her. The woman soon climbed off of her as the male fans grew tired of Serena, moving on to Martina instead. The women forced open her legs, held open her limp jaw, and squashed her tits together to let them take full advantage of her body with the optimal number of dicks in and on her. The men had their way with her tits, ass, mouth, and pussy, leaving the cameras to monitor her degrading gangbang. The peak of her relief and suffering came when the men all came on and inside her, spraying her the elite athlete with cum before finally pulling out of her. The men and women snuck in a few more rough gropes of her cum-stained tits before moving on.
She wasn’t sure how long she had to lie there before everyone left the room. “You're okay. It's over,” her journalist friend assured. He pulled the coat back around her, not minding the blood and cum stains it would receive from the once gorgeous, beaten athlete. Her helped her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her and firmly squeezing her aching breast to hold her steady as she walked off with him.
“Thanks again,” she managed weakly, sputtering as she coughed out a bit of cum. “I owe you another.”
“You really don’t. But.. another what?” he asked as he helped her from the mall to his car.
“Take me home and maybe I’ll show you.”
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