Sheila Morgan vs. Kenzie Kraze II - Pleasure in the Pain

[DropKix]

Kenzie couldn't remember the last time she'd been eaten out this fucking good. Sure, Sheila's technique was far from elegant, but who the fuck cared when it felt this incredible? Besides, this is what she was really here for. Sure she wanted to hurt Sheila, break some bones, make her bleed, all that good stuff. But more than anything, what she really wanted was to fuck Sheila, to fuck her until she begged for it to stop, and for a wild bitch like Sheila, that wasn't going to be easy. But that's what made it fun, knowing that no matter how long it took, sooner or later, Kenzie was going to fuck her till she broke. She was on the verge, her body tensing, ready to explode all over Sheila's pretty little face. And then, just as she was about to tumble over the edge, that bitch had to go and ruin it all.

"fuck... fuck.. FUUUU-"

Kenzie Kraze's eyes flew open, her orgasm interrupted by the sudden, violent movement. She let out a scream, a mix of frustration and surprise, as Sheila's foot connected with her temple, sending her sprawling to the side. Kenzie hit the ground hard, landing on her knees as the shock of the blow coursed through her. "Wha- WHAT! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" she screamed, her voice a primal, ear-splitting screech.

In a split second, Kenzie was in front of Sheila again, her opponent's body still slung face up, a smug smile on her lips. Kenzie's open briefs loomed over her, damp but far from the soaking mess she'd wanted to drench Sheila with. "WHY WHY WHY!" Kenzie screamed. "That was supposed to our moment Sheila, OUR MOMENT! Your face, my pussy - IT WAS GONNA BE BEAUTIFUL, YOU STUPID-FUCKING-BITCH!" Spit flew from the enraged punkettes' lips, her eyes alight with an anger no one in this arena had ever seen before. Suddenly within the blink of eye, it was all gone, the crazed maniac's psychotic rage replaced with a an eerie calm as she gripped Sheila's hair, bending down to press their foreheads together.

"It's okay, baby," she cooed, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "I forgive you. I was planning on fucking the shit out of you before I broke every bone in your body... but I guess we'll just have to flip it around, won't we, Sheila?"

With Sheila still hopefully weak, she rotated her opponent's body so that she was facing down again, one arm wrapped around her head, clutching her neck deep in the crevice of her bicep. She took a few steps backwards, stopping only when Sheila's dangling body loomed over the cold, hard ground, with only her feet keeping her suspended on the barricade. "Whaddya say, hotstuff?" Kenzie taunted, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "Why don't we start with that stupid skull of yours?"

The words barely left her mouth before Kenzie dropped backwards like a demon plummeting back to hell, Sheila's body following along for the ride. The full force of their combined weight channeled into her head, a vicious barricade-hung DDT that would serve as violent retribution for Sheila's meddling.

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, fair play, that was kind of a dick move, for more than Sheila’s high standards. There was Kenzie, clearly on the precipice of an epic orgasm, only for the Wild One to come along and ruin it at the exact last second. She’d had similar things happen to her a couple of times, an epic fucking ruined by a phone call or her roommate coming home from work early or some other random bullshit, and it always drove her crazy. Like a dog getting his bone snatched away, it just drove her insane.

But fuck, was it funny. Even upside down, even through the pain, even with her face looking like she’d dunked her head into a vat of cream, she could still see the way Kenzie was reacting and it brought a full-on laugh out of her. Oh, the bitch was pissed, and Sheila was still too hurt to defend herself from the wrath she’d just incurred, but it was worth it just to see the pastel pixie lose her shit.

She was still laughing when Kenzie came over and seized her head, though those chuckles died off when the woman turned the switch from enraged to eerily calm. She might’ve ruined one orgasm, but if her libido was anything like Sheila - and it seemed like that was one more thing they had in common - then it wouldn’t be long before she was back to the same level. Sheila had bought herself time, but there was no telling how long.

Not long enough, most likely. Sheila was just returning from the chair shot, but she knew what that look in Kenzie’s manic eyes meant. The woman was getting geared up for something particularly nasty, and as she was spun about and caught in a front facelock, she had a good idea what that was. She struggled, put up a fight, through some quick punches into her opponent’s side to target those ribs, but there was no fighting gravity on this one - down she went, spiked on the unforgiving floor with a DDT.

The impact filled Sheila’s head with white noise and sent her reeling, her body flipping over in full before she came down flat on her back with a sickening splat. She stayed still for a moment, vacant eyes staring skyward, before returning to reality and bringing all the pain with her. Aching, groaning, she flopped over to her chest but couldn't manage much else for the moment.

[DropKix]

Kenzie loomed over Sheila, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, pastel locks plastered to her sweat-drenched face. For someone who laughed as much as she did, you’d think a little chuckling wouldn’t faze her. But Sheila’s mocking guffaw from before cut through Kenzie like a knife. It wasn’t just the laugh—it was the humiliation, the audacity, and, most unforgivably, the fact that Sheila had robbed her of an orgasm that would’ve been nothing short of transcendent.

"Hey, Sheila," Kenzie hissed, crouching beside her opponent, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness. She grabbed a fistful of Sheila’s hair, yanking her head up to meet her wild gaze. "You betray me after I offer you the golden ticket to Kenzie Kraze’s Pussy-palooza? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don’t worry, darling—I’ll make sure this time you’ll be the one screaming."

With a wicked smirk, Kenzie yanked Sheila roughly to her knees before shoving her back down, letting her flop to the ground with a dull thud. The pastel anarchist stalked forward, her boot slamming down hard on Sheila’s lower back. The crowd roared as Kenzie grabbed Sheila’s hair again, wrenching her up halfway only to deliver a sharp kick to her ribs, sending her rolling further along the ground. Each taunt was punctuated by another merciless blow—a stomp to the ribs, a jab to the side, another brutal tug on Sheila’s hair to yank her upright, only to slam her back down again. Bit by bit, Kenzie drove her prey toward the entrance ramp, her vicious onslaught a cruel parade. The jeers and cheers of the crowd on either side blurred into a rabid cacophony, a rabid backdrop to the torturous thoughts that plagues the psychos mind. With one final toss, Sheila’s battered body landed prone at the base of the entrance ramp.

Kenzie paused under the blinding spotlights, arms outstretched to revel in the bedlam. The crowd’s reactions—love her, hate her—fed her delirium. She gestured wildly to Sheila’s crumpled form with an exaggerated sneer. "Y’all see this pathetic little slut?" she screeched, her voice slicing through the noise. "She’s mine, ya heard? MINE!"

Dragging Sheila up again, Kenzie’s manic grin twisted into something darker, more insidious. Wrapping her arms tightly around her opponent’s waist, she pressed her hips flush against Sheila’s backside, grinding against her ass in a cruel mockery of the earlier ring-post humiliation. "Ohhhh, Shee-shee," she cooed, her voice a sing-song tease. "Guess who’s hooorny agaaain!"

Her giggles crescendoed into maniacal laughter, her hips moving faster in grotesque parody—until, with a sudden snap, Kenzie shook her head violently, her expression shifting to one of cold resolve. "No, no. Break her first. Then the fun starts."Her tone turned deadly serious, and with a wild scream, she arched backward, muscles straining as she heaved Sheila into the air, aiming to shake the ramp and shatter Sheila’s back with a bone-crunching suplex!

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, ruining Kenzie’s orgasm was a big bitch move. But, in Sheila's defense, it was really fucking funny.

Honestly, all the pain she was taking in retaliation for it was worth it, if only for the satisfaction of getting one up on the psycho. Sheila’d come across types like this, ones so out of their fucking gourds that nothing seemed to bother them, and she’d thought that the same thing could be said about Kenzie. But nope. Spoiling her fun had pushed this woman off the deep end, if she was ever really on there to begin with. This was the sort of craziness she could take advantage of. In theory.

In practice, it was a little bit more complicated. Kenzie was giving her no leeway - the woman came at her with a nonstop assault, battering her around the ringside area with an ounce of mercy. Punches, kicks, and hair-grabbing, always with the hair-grabbing, knocking her around and making every inch an ordeal.

As much as it hurt, though, it was a blessing in disguise, as the time spent knocking her around gave Sheila’s mind a chance to clear. If there was ever a time for her to swing this around, it had to be soon - damned soon, before Kenzie ran away with it all.

Out onto the ramp now, with her opponent in hot pursuit. Sheila rose on shaking feet as she was seized from behind, with her tormentress getting her jollies off on her ass. Turnabout was fairplay, couldn't be too mad about that, but Kenzie’s words told her that the fun wouldn’t last - she was getting ready to take the Wild One for a ride.

Sheila wasn’t much for counters, but this was a fairly simple one. As Kenzie lifted her up, she pushed up with her feet, adding to the momentum and allowing her to make a full rotation. She came down on her feet instead of her back, nearly falling on her ass, with her opponent laid out before her. Perfect.

Knowing her window was short, she tried to make the most of it - she leaped into the air, tucked her legs in, and extending them as she came down on Kenzie’s downed forward, trying to drive her heels into the woman’s chest with a vicious double-stomp.

[DropKix]

Kenzie’s grip tightened around Sheila’s waist as she let out a maniacal scream, the veins in her arms bulging as she bridged back with everything she had, determined to plant her rival’s body against the steel ramp with a bone-crunching suplex. But as Kenzie heaved, something went wrong—Sheila’s body twisted mid-lift, using the momentum to roll clean over her.

Kenzie’s back slammed against the cold, unforgiving steel with a harsh clang, her breath caught as the impact rattled her ribs and spine. For a moment, she lay sprawled, her wide eyes staring blankly into the blinding arena lights above. The sinister grin that had so gleefully adorned her face moments earlier was wiped clean, replaced by an expression of stunned disbelief.

"What the—" she croaked, but the words died in her throat as a sharp jolt of pain lanced through her chest. Sheila’s feet came crashing down, her heels spearing into Kenzie’s sternum with brutal precision.

A strangled sound erupted from Kenzie’s lips—a grotesque blend of a gasp and a guttural groan, teetering between agony and twisted pleasure. Her body writhed beneath Sheila’s vicious stomp, her pastel hair spread out around her head as her torso arched against the ramp. Every nerve seemed to fire at once, a chaotic blend of pain and adrenaline that sent her into a spiral of raw sensation. But even as her chest burned and her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, the corners of her lips curled upward. A low, wheezing chuckle escaped her, quickly building into something darker, something unhinged.

"f-f-fuck you Sheila!," The mocking lilt of her tone betrayed the simmering chaos behind her pastel blue eyes, gleaming with equal parts fury and amusement. With a sharp gasp, Kenzie rolled onto her side, clutching her ribs with one arm, while the other slammed against the ramp in a frenzy. Each slap echoed her seething frustration at the thwarted beatdown, yet mingled with it was a manic delight at the revelation that Sheila still had some fight left.

[BlackAkuma]

Of all the people Sheila had ever fought, she had to say, no one was quite as satisfying to crush as Kenzie. There was just something about the woman that made putting the screws on her feel cathartic in a way that she couldn't put into words, something that soothed the soul. Her boots came down, crushing the pixie’s - admittedly sweet - tits, and a shrill thrill flowed through her veins.

Of course, hurting Kenzie didn’t magically make her hurt any less, so Sheila was forced to roll off and squirm the moment after she came crashing down, still aching from the beatdown that she’d taken to get to this point. She rolled over to her knees and cradled her midsection, hissing when her fingers grazed over what she thought was a broken rib.

But even still, she laughed, joining Kenzie’s own giggles as she made her way up, one wobbling leg at a time. ”Fuck me?” She gave her foe a quick, spiteful stomp in the side. ”Nah, it’s my turn to fuck you, KK. Not here, though - want a change of scenery.” She reached down and pulled the ailing Kenzie by one of her pigtails. So convenient, so grabable. Her other hand was put to good use, reaching down for a sizzling spank, right on the left cheek. ”Let’s take a walk, bitch.”[‘color]

With her grip still tight, she forced Kenzie to crawl up the ramp, heading towards the curtain, only taking the occasional break to give her opponent a spiteful punch in the face and keep her moving.

[DropKix]

"NO NO NO NOOOO!" Kenzie yelled at the top of her lungs as she was dragged up the ramp at the behest of Sheila's painful grip on her hair. Yeah, she'd been told multiple times those pigtails of hers were a liability, but she'd never listened. And why should she? They looked fucking adorable, if she did say so herself.

But what annoyed her even more than the painful tug at her scalp was the fact that she was being dragged away from the ring, away from the thousands of prying lustful eyes. The very same eyes that were supposed to serve as witnesses to the epic fucking Kenzie planned to plow Sheila with tonight, with every last juicy morsel visible live for those ravenous degenerates to feast on. Only now, they'd have to do so from the big screen, because Sheila wanted to take this show on the road.

Well if that was the case, Kenzie wasn't going to go quietly. Kicking and screaming, that was her plan to get out of this mess. She dug in her heels and raked her fingernails into Sheila's hands, all the while screaming every insult and profanity in the book. "FUCK YOU, SHEILA! YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING EAT YOU ALIVE, YOU FUCKING CUNT!" The worst of her tirade was cut off by a swift punch to her face, eliciting a sharp cry from the poor psycho, only to then be on the receiving of a few more. By the time she had reached the top of the ramp, Kenzie was relatively docile, or at least as docile as a crazed girl like her could be, only having enough steam to glare up at her opponent with ravenous eyes and deliver a few more words before the pair disappeared behind the curtain.

"It doesn't matter where your dumb ass drags me, ain't nowhere gonna stop me from FUCKING your ass raw you dumb bitch. Ya listening to me Sheila!? You're done girl, DONE!"

[BlackAkuma]

”The whole bloody world can hear you, bitch. Shut the fuck up.”

Despite their complicated relationship, there were things that Sheila was coming to admire about about Kenzie, aspects of her that she could not only tolerate but desire. The bitch could put up a good fight, and she didn’t mind taking a hit - hell, she seemed to like pain, which was always fucking wild to deal with. This was someone she could bring her best to and get everything back in return, maybe even harder. Hell, she was the right kind of fuck, too. Sheila wanted to be on top, but she’d be lying if she said the idea of getting fucked by Kenzie wasn’t a good way to lose. She’d take it.

But God, the woman needed to learn to shut up. Kenzie shrieked every step of the way as Sheila dragged her through the curtain and into the gorilla position, where the stagehands were rapidly scrambling to get everything of value out of the general vicinity.

Sheila took a quick break from her efforts to scan the area, seeing what she had to work with: boxes and cases all around, sound equipment, a small area for medical supplies, and a catering table nearby, filled with all kinds of cheap, mass produced foods. Spaghetti and meatballs, a generic salad plate, some jello, that sort of thing.

Yeah. That’d do nicely.

With her mind made up, she hauled Kenzie up to her feet, shoved her head under shoulder, and caught her head with a tight front facelock. She pulled her opponent’s arm over her shoulder for extra support, then reached over, opened her hand wide, and gave the manic pixie a hearty slap on the ass, digging in deep with her claws after the impact to get a good feel. She enjoyed the sensation for a few moments, greedily groping, before she switched her grip to Kenzie’s belt instead.

Deep breath, deep breath, and she kicked her leg forward as she lifted Kenzie up, bringing her up and over in a flash, a flight that would see her crashing into the catering table with a Snap Suplex, that fine backside of hers landing right on the salad bowl.

[DropKix]

Kenzie had been so absorbed in her manic tirade that she barely registered her surroundings. The backstage area, with its startled crew members scrambling to get clear, blurred into irrelevance. Not even Sheila’s ass gropping snapped her out of it. "UGH! Yeah, yeah, yeah—cop a feel while you can, bitch! Betchya wish this ass was grindin’ all over that ugly mug of yours! Well don't worry Sheila, IT WILL BE!" she yelled even louder, clearly dismissive of Sheila's demands to pipe down.

Her words had barely left her lips when the world spun. Kenzie was hoisted off her feet, the roar of the crowd fading into a distant murmur as she was hurled through the air. The moment of realization hit her as she caught a dizzying bird’s-eye view of the gorilla position—and then came the crash. The impact was as spectacular as it was humiliating. The psychotic lightweight slammed into the catering table, the flimsy surface giving way beneath her. The air filled with the sickening squelch of crushed salad, the splatter of gelatin, and the sharp clatter of utensils hitting the floor. She lay there for a moment, stunned, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as her senses processed the pain and the chaos. She let out a loud moan, rubbing her bruised butt as the aching subsided, while her wide, blue eyes darted down to the mess staining her signature look. Horror. Disbelief. Rage. Her pastel pink-toned outfit, once a chaotic yet pristine showcase of punk rebellion, was now smeared with limp lettuce, oily dressing, and chunks of spaghetti sauce.

"You. Did. NOT!" Kenzie’s voice was a low, venomous growl, each word dripping with raw, unbridled wrath. Her hands clawed at the remnants of the table, spaghetti strands dangling from her shoulder like grotesque party streamers as she pulled herself upright. Her pastel locks were a matted mess, clinging to her face in streaks of sweat and marinara, but her manic grin had returned—twisted, wild, and vengeful. A chunk of lettuce slid down her arm, and she flung it aside with a disgusted flick of her wrist before launching herself at Sheila like a wild animal.

Kenzie’s body collided with her opponent’s, her forearm smashing across Sheila’s jaw with a crack that echoed through the gorilla position. She didn’t stop there—oh no, this wasn’t just about pain; this was even more personal now. She grabbed a fistful of Sheila’s hair and yanked savagely, twisting her neck as she let out a bloodcurdling scream. "You wanna ruin my look?!" she shrieked, her voice rising into a frenzied crescendo. "I’ll ruin your face, cavegirl!"

Kenzie’s arm snaked around Sheila’s neck, locking her in a tight headlock, and her free hand darted toward the chaos-strewn floor. Her fingers curled around a plastic food tray, and with a wild snarl, she swung it in a wide arc.

CRACK!

The tray collided with Sheila’s face, the hard plastic warping with each brutal impact. Kenzie didn’t stop, swinging over and over again, her cackles blending with the dull thuds of her improvised weapon.

[BlackAkuma]

It was no accident that Sheila brought Kenzie down where she did. She could’ve launched the little hellspawn onto the crates or the palette or onto that table with all of the screens on it. She could’ve choked the bitch out with any of the spare wires that were all over the place. Could’ve just whacked her with the myriad of steel chairs that were strewn all about.

And she might just do any or all of that. The night was still young. But no - dropping her on the food table was a top priority. For all of Kenzie’s kraziness, Sheila could tell she was a woman who put some time into her look. Color-coordination. Makeup. Those were the sort of clothes you didn’t find on the rack - no, you had to order shit like that. Sheila had friends who gave her the getup she rolled with, but she strongly doubted anyone could be around Kenzie long enough to do the same. No, she’d put some time and effort into that look.

And Sheila’d just ruined it. Perfect. ”You’re goddamn right I did!” She spun about and pushed her way up tossing off a salad bowl off her head and wiping the ranch dressing off her face as she rose. ”So what? What’re you gonna do about it, drongo?”

Sheila hadn't wanted an answer to that question, but she got one as her opponent rushed forward and started unloaded on her face, giving her a few stiff elbows for her trouble. She was driven back with each hit, leaving her stunned and stumbling by the time it came to an end, all too easy for Kenzie to catch with the headlock.

”Ow! Fuck! Fuck!!” Sheila cried out as she was battered in the face with the tray, smacked again and again. Not the most damaging of weapons, but damned annoying, and she very much wished it to stop.

”It’s a fucking improvement, Hot Topic!” Kenzie wanted her close? Fine. Grab the bull by the horns, get taken for a ride. Instead of fighting the hold, Sheila wrapped her arms around Kenzie’s waist, pulled her tight, lifted her up high, then dropped to her knee and brought her opponent down for a hard sit. Her tailbone would drop right on the point of Sheila’s knee as she attempted to execute an Atomic Drop, sending a shock through her spine.