the ending of the previous Gauntlet part. feels a bit more fun to leave it as a two parter. was just obnoxious when i realized Freecatfights.com didn't let me update the title of the thread, and didn't quite feel worth making a second thread for it. Still came out violent, but not as bad as I expected. Lots of cuts and bleeding, and descriptions of bad but superficial injuries, but that's really the worst it gets.
The women were allowed to enter the ring with the assistance of a stage hand to hold open the razor edged ropes for them. They both wore thick but fingerless gloves, protecting their hands to allow them to manipulate the sharp cables, but far from truly proper protection. Jessica wore another loose muscle shirt, knowing the thin fabric could catch on the barbs but able to tear and release her easily enough. She wore sexy shorts that hugged their hips, the same as Amy, though Amy wore a tight punk sports bra. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but it was to protect and support her injured breasts. The damage the took in the last fight had left them sagging and jiggling, the tissue and muscle damaged from the brutal punches. Both girls had their share of scrapes, scars and bruises from their fights so far, and this kind of fight would makes sure that they left with even more.
To add even more to their fiery rivalry, Amy’s boyfriend was there. He was also (by no coincidence) Jessica’s ex-boyfriend after the reveal of his affair during the slavery incident. Between the two women involved, he was given a front row seat to all the bloody, sweaty action.
“You’re going to pay for all this, you fucking bitch!” Jessica threatened across the ring, clenching her gloved fingers. They didn’t have the studs from the biker battle, clearly more for protection than offense.
“You aren’t bad enough to beat me, you weakass cunt.” Amy paced in her corner readily, clenching her fists open and closed. They were both sore and still recovering from their recent matches, so they knew that despite all their skill, strength, and experience, the real damage with minimal effort was going to be from using the ring itself to hurt their opponent.
The bell sounded and the women locked up in the middle of the ring, pushing into a test of strength. Jessica started to show that she was the stronger of the two, pushing Amy back step by gradual step. Amy’s arms were forced aside and bent over backwards, the crowd anxiously cheering at the possibility of first blood. But when she planted her feet, Amy was able to stop it just short, the small razor blades pressing at her sports bra.
When it seemed like they were in a stalemate, Jessica surprised her by grabbing her arm and whipping Amy across the ring. This time she moved too fast to stop and her chest collided with the barbed ropes at full force. It buried the spikes into Jessica’s breasts and top viciously, getting a startled scream from her.
Amy winced and started to push at the ropes with her thick gloves while Jessica charged after her, throwing a kick at her back. Amy was able to rip herself free at the last moment, tearing open her top but avoiding the attack. It left Jess' leg to sail harmlessly between the ropes, the redhead catching herself on the ropes with her gloves before it could slice up her thighs. The careful pause proved to be a perfect opening as Amy rushed in behind her and shoved, making Jessica's crotch land right on the spikey middle rope.
Jess gave a quick, shrill cry, her body jolting away from the ropes instinctively as she clutched at her pussy. The shorts were torn a bit, but they had protected her from the worst that could have happened and only left her with some deep scratches along her legs instead. Amy didn't stop there as she grabbed Jessica by the hair, shoving her into the top ropes and dragging her across them. Jess screamed as her top, breasts and face were all scratched and slashed by the wire, trying to pull back while Amy pressed her down into the vicious bits of steel. Amy was about to slam Jess' face into the barbed turnbuckle at the end, but Jess managed to stop her progress by grabbing the ropes and smashing her heel backward, bashing right into Amy's pussy.
"AWWWGH!" Amy gave a loud grunt as she bent over and held her abused pussy, still tender from the abuse she took after the biker brawl. The fact that Jessica still had her black eye from it was a small consolation, but not when she was paralyzed with the pain in her twat.
Jessica spun around to get beside Amy, grabbing her shirt by its various tears and pulling hard. It ripped her top wide open, baring her bruised and misshapen breasts to the crowd. Amy instinctively tried to cover them, but Jess ignored her as she lifted the top rope, shoving Amy's breasts beneath them and twisting the sharpened ropes to trap Amy's breasts in between. The blonde stomped the mats and wailed as the ropes pinched down on her like a bear trap, penetrating the bruised and softened skin of her breasts.
"Aghh! Let go! Fucking bitch, let me out before I fucking kill you!" Amy screeched wildly in her pain, but tears quickly welled up in her eyes as blood started to run down her chest. Jess grabbed her opponent's hair like a set of reins, pulling on it as she stomped on Amy's lower back. The results left her body bouncing against the ropes, the mix of taut elastic in the chords and the sharp blades utter torture for her tits as they dragged back and forth. Jess even stretched one of chords out, a moment of relief before it whipped back into place like a rubber band.
After a few seconds of this, far too long as far as Amy was concerned, she managed to bring her hands up and grasp the cables, pushing them apart enough that she could pull back sharply. It freed her chest as well as rammed her shoulder into Jessica's stomach. It drove the redhead back to the middle of the ring, the women stopping a few paces away from each other. Jessica brushed some of the bloodstained hair from her face, contrasting the dull purple bruises. Her shorts and top were sporting some rough tears across them both, looking ready to burst open against her full figure. One of her nipples were visible through the sliced shirt, showing the scar across its tip where Amy had torn out the piercing during their last fight.
Most of the fresh damage done to Amy was centered on her breasts, looking bloody and deflated. Her shorts covered her loose and beaten pussy. Her face was still a bit swollen from the beating from the last match as well. Her beauty was still recognizable, but distorted by all the damage done.
"You ugly psycho bitch!" Jessica snarled. "I'm going to tear you to pieces in front of everyone!"
"You can't protect your man from me, and you sure can't keep me from kicking your ass!" Amy shouted back, stepping up and throwing a punch with her thickly gloved hand.
Jessica managed to knock the punch off-course with her own hand, grabbing Amy's arm and slugging her in the belly. Amy grunted and bounced from the body blows, but she slammed a sudden headbutt into Jessica's injured forehead. Jessica's head throbbed and she reeled, allowing Amy to tear open her top and hammer some more punches into her bared breasts. The sagging, damaged chest bounced and flopped against her fists, Jessica recoiling before she grabbed Amy by the hair. She rammed the blonde's face down into her rising knee, landing a pair of quick shots before she used the grip on Amy's scalp to throw her face-first into the corner post.
Amy's head bounced into the corner, clutching her face as blood ran down several more scratches torn into her face and forehead. Jessica pulled back on her hair to smash a punch into the side of Amy's face, the blonde rattling dizzily from the blow but twisting to turn around. She let Jessica tear a few hairs from her head, a minor sacrifice for Amy to bury her fingers into the redhead's breast and squeeze like she was trying to pop it. The loose breast meat swelled and bled as it irritated her wounds, Jessica screaming in agony and trying to pull away.
Amy suddenly let go, causing Jessica to spin and stumble away from her as she pulled to hard. Amy used it to step in behind her, her bared breasts pushing into Jessica's back as she reached under her arms, grabbing her by the breasts as handles. It stung her own bloody chest to press against Jessica, but she leaned back and flung Jess over her head with a suplex. Jessica collided hard with the corner pose, looking too shocked and weak to emit an actual scream. Her mouth just fell open, eyes wide and leaning wearily against the ropes. Her arms hung over the ropes, her gloved hands grabbing onto them to stay up like a grim scarecrow while the barbed wire gouged into her skin and what little remained of her clothes.
Amy backed up a few steps, clapping her gloves hands together to psych herself up for the daring move as much as she was winding up the crowd. With Jessica stuck in the corner, she was ripe for the picking.
"Ready for this, you stuck fucking pig?!" Amy screamed at her, charging in and delivering a jumping knee to Jessica's stomach. Jess wretched as it crushed her guts, holding onto the ropes to keep from sinking down to the mats. It drove Jessica's back against the short spikes of the ropes and turnbuckles, Amy bouncing back and rolling her shoulders readily. She sized up the coughing Jessica again before she charged again, though this time the crowd popped as Jessica threw herself to one side, rolling over the mats and letting Amy land full force against the barbs in her place. Jessica held her stomach as she rose slowly, her last meeting with the ropes having torn the last of her clothes off of her. Even winded, bruised, and trickling blood from several locations, Amy was in a similar position, and still painfully tangled with the dangerous turnbuckle.
Jessica stepped up to the stunned Amy, throwing a high kick into her back. It knocked Amy further into the ropes, getting a loud, pained howl out of her as the barbed wire sank further into her breasts. "This what you get, you man-stealing slut!" Jessica ranted at her, landing another hard kick to drive her into the ropes again. With Amy shivering and crying in the corner, she finally yanked on the blonde's hair, letting her drop to the mat and Jess starting to drag her over to the guillotine.
Amy still had some fight left in her, and she applied it directly to her opponent's crotch. Her fist slammed up into Jessica's exposed pussy, making the redhead's feet leave the mat a moment before she crossed her legs and bent over, her face becoming a mask of pain. Amy crawled to the ropes, grabbing the middle one to start to pull herself back up. She paused and gave a curious tug, surprised when some of the wiring started to peel off. They hadn't built the ring especially for this match so much as they just bought a generic ring and wrapped the barbed wire around the ropes and posts.
With some quick and devious thinking, Amy used her protected hands to pull a string of the wire off of the ropes, wrapping it around her fist. By the time Jessica started to turn around, still holding her crotch, Amy was waiting with a face full of knuckles wound up in barbed wire. Jessica went down hard, slamming to the mats with fresh blood on her face and the crowd shouting for more.
Jess rolled on the floor painfully, trying to get up with blood in her eyes as Amy grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to her knees to pound her with more bladed punches to her vulnerably bared chest.
Jess rolled on the floor painfully, trying to get up with blood in her eyes as Amy grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to her knees to pound her with more bladed punches to her vulnerably bared chest. Jess could only bounce in place as Amy held her up at first, but she managed to luck out and grab Amy by the wrist. It held her off long enough that she could twist Amy's arm, scraping the barbs across her own breasts.
Amy recoiled and screamed, but Jess' grabbing hands pulled the wiring off of her glove and taking away her advantage. Jessica pressed her advantage like it could be her last, charging and grabbing Amy in a headlock low beside her body. Jessica bashed her knee upward again and again, pounding Amy's tits and stomach while fresh blood dripped from her chest. Amy grunted thickly, too rattled by the impacts to bother caring that her ass and pussy were exposed behind her to the crowd.
Jessica finally bent her over further, grabbing the handful of barbed wire before hooking an arm under Amy's leg, Jessica lifting the blonde over her shoulders. Amy screamed from the torture rack at first, but then her cries grew all the more agonized when Jessica tightened her grip on her inner thigh. The now spike-covered glove gouged into her twat and legs, Amy unable to do much but thrash and cry as her back and chest was bent and her legs gouged.
Jessica bounced and stomped now and then to apply fresh pressure to the hold, gritting her teeth as she savored the feeling of her opponent's blood running over her back and shoulders. Jess paraded Amy around a bit longer before she started to feel herself tire out, so she moved to the edge of the ring, hefted her up, and dropped Amy right on top of the ropes.
Amy just hung limply, spasming now and then as her back landed right on the barbed wire. She didn't move, and even if she weren't paralyzed in pain, she wouldn't want to worsen the damage already done. Gravity finally dragged her back down, slowly flopping to the mats in a pathetic, bloody heap. Jessica peeled the wire from her glove, just to wrap it around Amy's breast instead. She made sure to squeeze it in place tightly and drag it over. She hated Amy's bigger breasts, and the razor-like blades scratches a mess of ugly markings that would scar and ruin the freckles that dotted her cleavage. With the wire firmly bound around her, Jessica marched back towards the guillotine, Amy forced to crawl or be dragged behind her on the brutal leash.
There was nothing Amy could do to stop her opponent from claiming the win now. Jessica shoved her chest into the designated space between the ropes, being sure to pull the clamps tight around them to be sure she wouldn't escape the nasty punishment. Amy tugged weakly, but nowhere near enough to get out of the vice that made her chest puff up even bigger and stinging her fresh injuries.
"No... no, don't." Amy mumbled her plea weakly, unable to provide more resistance than that.
"You're having second thoughts now?" Jessica growled at her. "Well good! You shouldn't have fucked with me OR my man. Now let's show everyone what happens to bitches who mess with me!" She slammed the button next to it, stepping back as the mechanism launched the heavy stone block down on top of Amy's breasts. The initial landing crushed them as flat as pancakes, stretching and damaging her aching flesh and muscles. Her bruises stretched out into strange patterns like a map of her agony, Amy kicking and screaming wildly without budging from the vice's grip.
The crowd went wild for the win as the bell rang, Jessica ignoring the wailing Amy as she looked outside the ring. Her unfaithful boyfriend was still in the front row, watching in a mix of shock, sympathy and arousal. The block started to rise after a while, though Amy was still stuck in the vice, entirely powerless to get out under her own volition.
"You!" Jessica pointed at her ex, then gestured into the ring. "Get in here and fuck this bitch!"
Amy's boyfriend looked surprised, starting to shake his head before she went on.
"Get in here and pound this slut, or I drop it again." Jess rested her hand just above the button to trigger it again, Amy just wordlessly moaning in a miserable tone for her not to go through with it. Seeing her pathetic state, the crowd cheered as he stepped over the railing and made his way to the ring.
Jessica held the ropes apart for him to carefully slide through. She casually brushed a hand through her bloody hair as he approached Amy from behind, the only viable option with her bent over in front of the trap. Jessica knew they would be able to go through with it, since she had been forced to watch them in various positions during her slavery.
Amy's boyfriend entered her pussy from behind, going as slowly and gently as he could manage. He had noticed how raw and loose his girlfriend had been already, especially the last few days after the bikers had their way with Amy after the fight. She twitched and shivered with every movement he made anyway, her crotch sensitive from all the abuse it had taken over the last few weeks. Between Amy's delicate reactions, the amused and watchful eye of his ex, and the cheers of the crowd, Amy's lover was finding it hard not to enjoy the experience on some level.
What was even more surprising was that so did Amy. She let out pained little cries, but coos of pleasure were hidden in there was well. Picking up on this, he reached around to carefully rub at her swollen, aching breasts. They were ridiculously soft and tender, brutally crushed and sliced up from the fight, but the little gestures of affection clearly reached her to some extent. Her damaged nipples grew hard, even if it made her bruised areolas ache to stretch out the skin like that. But as his carefully entering erection reached Amy's clit, her loud moan sounded through the arena, getting more encouraging cheers and catcalls from the audience. It was perhaps the only spot deep enough inside Amy that hadn't been damaged, and the arousal it shot through her was obvious.
"Almost there, baby," her boyfriend encouraged quietly. Amy's pussy was wet and warm from all the buildup, and her lover found himself pushing more firmly into her as she got more into it. He couldn't go as wild as they did on most nights together, but he definitely picked up his pace.
"Yes... yes... thank you, baby," Amy moaned. “Right there. Like that.” She bounced her hips back against him as best she could in her trap, her cries getting louder and more passionate. The two of them came almost simultaneously, her boyfriend gushing against her clitoris while she squirted back over his cock. Their moment of shared euphoria seemed to shut out the pain for a moment, the endorphins flooding Amy’s senses to briefly ignore her horrible situation.
But then Jessica hit the button again. Amy screamed as the block crushed her proud and formerly lovely tits again, making her buck violently against her boyfriend. Their mixed cum dripped over the mats as her loose pussy was thrashed around, her boyfriend holding her hips to try to keep her steady and stop her from stretching and hurting her tits even worse. The impact was violent enough that her left tit had its wounded areola rupture, oozing more hot blood and clearly going to need stitches if nothing else.
Jessica gave a snorting laugh at their misfortune, the rest of the crowd laughing at Jess' ruthlessly turning back on her bargain. She stretched out the ropes and left the ring triumphantly, even if it was with a bit of a limp and her head spinning. She had beaten her rival once and for all, and left her ex-boyfriend confused and miserable. Her work here was done.
Security would be around shortly to tend to the injured Amy, and to escort her to the brothel where she’d have to work the following wrestling event.
People did seem to learn their lesson from that string of matches; do not get on Jessica's bad side. She was a hell of a wrestler, and would go through great lengths to get back at you if you got her mad enough. She took some time off, just like Amy did, though it was as much to savor her victory as it was to heal. A load of fans and other wrestlers contacted her to show their love of the match and send their congratulations.
Amy got back into the ring a few weeks later. She had her own wave of fans visiting her, but for all different reasons. They rented out her body, and given the damage it had taken, they got her at a cheap price. It was all she could do to take all the sheer volume of lovers that came in, between the regular customers and all the fans of The League who had heard she would be there.
Back in the league, Amy wanted to start out slow. They booked her against a real jobber of a girl. A cute young rookie, apparently some local Spanish girl. Hardly into her debut.
It was as much Amy's own damaged ego as it was her old injuries. Her opponent was made a star that day by how badly she beat the former big shot of The League. The perky rookie kicked, threw, crushed, punched, choked, stomped, and dragged Amy all over the ring, finally tangling the KOed contender in the corner ropes. She stripped her down to nothing, leaving her strung up like a scarecrow for all to see her destroyed body. The old mark of the branding iron, the numerous bruises and lumps from her beatings, the crisscrossing scars across her cleavage, the numerous and variously-sized slash marks and scars on her tits and face, and her scratched, raw, saggy cunt spread out before the turnbuckle. All while the newcomer posed and grinned triumphantly to the sound of the bell, and while Jessica laughed her ass off backstage.
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