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

[DropKix]

Kenzie Kraze had never been one for subtlety or grace in her wrestling style. She was all about raw, unbridled aggression and chaos, all of which had been on full display in the pure savagery they had enacted backstage. Never in her life had she met someone so capable of matching that energy, but as Sheila Morgan dragged her broken body across the cold tiles of the shower room floor, the wild lightweight felt a new kind of humiliation that even her usual antics couldn't quite mask.

The dildo still buried deep in Kenzie's asshole made each movement send jolts of pain and residual pleasure through her body. Her cheeks burned like they has been branded with hot iron as she was pulled out like some sort of rag doll, unable to do anything but let Sheila lead the way. "You-you're crazy bitch, ya know that?" Kenzie groaned. Perhaps the closest thing to a compliment she had ever given Sheila, but that didn't stop her from trying in vain to kick and buck her way to freedom.

Sheila just kept dragging her along, seemingly lost in her own post-ravaging haze. The blonde's fingers dug into Kenzie's ankle with a vice-like grip as she hauled her towards the ring area. Kenzie's mind raced as she tried to process what had just happened between them. It was degeneracy at it's peak, sex and violence the likes of which were usually reserved for the biggest of pay-per-views, the kind that sent dark thrills spiking through her coarse veins, even if she was currently on the receiving end of the worst of it.

She knew she should be fighting back, using every ounce of her sadistic strength to break free and make Sheila pay. But a small part of her was curious to see how far this would go, what other twisted pleasures Sheila might inflict on her before it was all said and done.

As they finally reached the arena, Kenzie was deafened by the sound of thousands of onlookers welcoming the two battered combatants. She squinted as the hot spotlights illuminated her broken body, her mauled tits on full display. A crooked smile still adorned the psycho's face as she was dragged along, her hair wild and streaming behind her. The dildo still protruded obscenely from between her ass cheeks, jostling her insides with ever step her opponent took towards the ring. She closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with what little breath was left available to her as she silently prayed for Sheila to do her worst.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila didn’t find a cart. Damn it.

As such, she had the distinct pleasure of dragging Kenzie back to the ring, hauling her along with all the enthusiasm of an overstuffed trashbag. It probably wouldn’t have been that bad under normal circumstances - Kenzie wasn’t all that heavy, and the walk probably wasn’t more than a quarter of a mile, tops. But after all the shit she’d been through, all the damage she’d taken, hauling the psycho along was a Herculean task, and part of her wanted just to give up and finish things, here and now.

But no. No. After all of that, there was no way Sheila was letting it all end in the middle of some dingy bathroom or the halls. This ended in the ring, in front of the crowd, where everyone could see. There was just no other way.

She grunted at Kenzie’s ramblings, not giving her much thought - as tempting as it would be to just stop and give her a kick in the skull to shut her up, she simply didn’t have the energy for it. It was a monumental task to stay on her feet at this point, much less drag another human being along with her. No, all she wanted to focus on now was the task at hand, and what she would do when she finally reached her destination.

After a couple of irritating minutes, the two of them finally, finally, finally were making their way down the ramp, nearly stumbling as she came stomping down the ramp. While she always appreciated a loud crowd, she could do without the screaming right now, their cries pounding into her skull and making her headache so much worse.

Fuck it. Almost there. She could finish this. And she knew just how to do it, too.

Pinning the bitch might work, but after all that? No, that wouldn’t do. Putting Kenzie’s shoulder on the mat and counting to three didn’t feel like the right way to bring this to a close, and as fun as it would be to torture her, she knew there was no way Kenzie would ever submit to pain or pleasure. It’d be like trying to put out a firing by pouring gasoline on it.

That left one option: Knockout. But not just a knockout.

Once they were finally at the ringside, Sheila reached down, grabbed Kenzie’s pigtails for the umpeenth time, and slid into the ring with her head in toe. She didn’t pull Kenzie in all the way, however - instead, she lifted her up, up, up, until she was dangling off the floor, and pressed the back of her neck against the middle rope. At the same time, she reached down, grabbed the bottom rope, pulled it up over her opponent’s head and let it come down on her neck, trapping her throat between the cables while her legs dangled off the apron—a makeshift noose, one that would be putting Kenzie to sleep in short order.

It would’ve been enough, more than enough, just to watch her fade out like that. Only one thing. ”You wanted tongue, right?” Sheila slid back out of the ring and stood before Kenzie’s dangling legs, looking up at the woman with her own manic grin. ”Well…”

Nothing more needed to be said, so Sheila said nothing more. Instead, she dipped down, grabbed Kenzie’s legs, plunged in, and went to work, driving her tongue into the woman’s pussy with a furious frenzy, lapping away at pussy in a mad attempt to stimulate her before the lights went out.

[DropKix]

Despite the deafening roar of the crowd and the bloodthirsty chants of the arena, Kenzie could still make out the ragged huffs and grunts of Sheila as she dragged her deadweight closer to the ring. The sound of sheer exhaustion, the labored breaths of a woman who had thrown everything into this fight yet somehow miraculously still had more to give. Normally, this would be Kenzie's moment, her cue to slither free, to twist the script and upend the whole damn show. But not this time.

Her body was wrecked beyond reason. Nerves shot, limbs like lead, muscles trembling with every slight twitch. She wanted to move. Oh, how she wanted to move. To flip the tables, to turn agony into ecstasy, to rip Sheila down into the same suffering she was drowning in. But she couldn't. She could only revel in it. Her mind spun wild with anticipation, with the infinite horrors still awaiting her inside that ring.

Would she be sent from the top rope to break her neck on the canvas below? Torn apart, limb by limb, like a doll in the hands of a vengeful child? Maybe Sheila had one last cruel trick waiting beneath the apron, some never-before-seen sexual instrument that would etch this night into history as the most wretched, most delicious fuckfight the company had ever seen. The possibilities were endless, and each one sent fresh, feverish giggles spilling past Kenzie's busted lips.

But Sheila had something simpler in mind. Brutal. Effective.

Kenzie barely registered the sharp yank as she was dragged onto the apron, her sweat-slicked pigtails twisted cruelly in her opponent’s grip. Her vision blurred, her breath a ragged mess in her throat, but then something new bit into her neck, stiff and unrelenting. The ropes.

A wicked snap as the bottom cable was pulled up and over, sealing her throat in a vice between the rough fibers. Kenzie choked, sputtered, her body jerking to life as survival instincts took hold. Hands flailed, weakly clawing at the ropes crushing her windpipe, but she was barely a phantom of the fiend she had been at the start of this war. Her legs dangled uselessly off the apron, feet barely grazing the floor, nothing to push off of, no leverage to break free.

Her eyes bulged, tongue slipping past her lips as she gasped for air that would not come. It burned—gods, it burned—but the agony only deepened her delirium. Through the garbled gags and desperate sputters, her voice still found a way to lash out, broken, strangled curses spilling between fits of laughter, a cacophony of madness and hatred for the woman trying to snuff her out.

"Y-you... f-freakin'... gnhhh—c-can't even... do it r-right, y'boring b—bitch...!"

Kenzie’s face flushed red, veins straining against her skin, her pulse pounding so hard she swore she could hear it in her skull. And yet, even in the depths of this slow, wretched suffocation, her lips curled into a manic, bloodstained grin. A warm breath basked over her exposed pussy as Sheila slipped out of the ring stirring beneath her, her faint form taking hold of Kenzie's legs and squeezing in between the punkette's thighs. Gags mixed with squeals as Sheila's crimson lips met Kenzie's lower ones, the Wild One's tongue lashing out in search of the wealth of nectar that still remained in the bittersweet demon

If this was the end... oh, what a beautiful way to go.

Kenzie's croaks turned to lifeless gasps as the last air left her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head, tongue lolling out in hellish ecstasy and desperation. Girlcum saw the light of day in spurts, channeling into Sheila's mouth before spilling from the corners of her chapped lips.

In a cruel irony, Kenzie would barely feel it as pleasure gave way to pain. Her eyes grew heavy as arena lights dimmed around her. Finally, with a wet squelch heard all the way from nosebleeds, Kenzie's unconscious form released its load, coating rival's face in the sticky, saccharine spunk born of a night filled with pain, hatred, and humiliation.

The crowd couldn't have been more ecstatic at the sight of the brutalized hellion strung up in the ropes, pussy freshly spoiled, dildo still lodged in her ass. But no one was more relieved than the referee. She quickly swooped in to raise Kenzie's arm for good measure, watching as it collapsed without life. The official waved her arms, eagerly calling for the bell to end this obscene display.

It was over - finally over. Kenzie lay draped on the ring edge as the referee worked tirelessly to release the rope from around her neck, unable to hide the ear-to-ear grin still adorning the unconscious psycho's face.

Winner by Hentai KO: Sheila Morgan