Re: No DQ Submit: Armando "Army" Rodriguez vs Karam del Rosario

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:04 pm

In the heavy red light the referee was dark cherry and Army--scooting along like the world’s meatiest inchworm--was like blood. Then again, maybe that wasn’t the lighting.

He was making a go for the carpet. Karam gave a cackle full of gravel, beat her chest, shook the blood and weight out of her throbbing head, and charged for the ropes. She was going to jump, slip between the ropes, and spear her her man--while looping her chain over the top rope.

Meanwhile, the referee just slid down and made to mount his shoulders. The long-term goal for her? One armed camel clutch--just long enough to allow her to get the ball gag in place.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:04 pm

Acuya wrote:Army was hurt, tired, bruised with a lip that he highly suspected was actually split and bleeding, while two women with differing levels of psychoses closed in on from both sides. If there was a way this situation could've gotten worse, his brain was too starved for blood to figure it out at the moment.

He thought his getaway might have some success, but Karam was back from doing whatever the hell it was she'd been doing while the referee beat the shit out of him, and she was still very much a factor. Her spear crashed into his body and knocked him back into the ring for a moment - a moment was twice as long as the the referee needed.

He started to buck wildly as she came down on his back, but she rode down his struggles with expert finesse. This was something she'd done before. This was something she was good at. And, as she bent him back and tried to slip the ball gag into his mouth, all he could do was shake his head from side to side and shut his mouth tight, one last feeble attempt to keep the ball gag out of his mouth and save his dignity. He was going down, that was ensured, but he was going down fighting like a good little Rodriguez

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by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:04 pm

Army had cute feet.

She liked the way they struggled as she wrapped her chain around his ankles. They quivered while she encircled them in a figure-8 knot, turning purple as the blood welled in those meaty massive man-toes.

Taking a moment to relax, Karam appreciated the prone, trembling expanse of his body, pinned down now by two powerful women--a feast for the taking at last.

Karam forced her knee into the space between Army’s ass cheeks, practically spooning the referee while she worked.

Resisting the ball-gag are we?

Karam garroted Army with her remaining rope. Her body would yank at the glittering chord. The rope would loop around his neck and yank at his feet. And Karam would sit on his cute feet.

If this went on long enough, Karam would get to experience the smell of Army’s prone, unconscious body.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:08 pm

Acuya wrote:Army wanted to resist. He really did. But when the referee began raining down elbows on the back of his head, brutalizing his skull, slamming his fast into the unforgiving mat, his wants right out the door. He shut his mouth tight, fought hard, but he knew he was in trouble when he felt Karam’s lithe, light, lethal body on top of him. The referee was dangerous, but she was creative, and in a situation like this, that was so much worse.

He could feel his feet. Something hard and big and fleshy dug into his his ass, and he had to fight the urge to scream. He was so preoccupied with those feelings that he didn’t notice the rope around his neck until it was far too late - by that time, breathing was a serious problem.

He fought Karam’s deadly trap for all of five seconds, before his mouth opened like a fish. The referee quickly jammed the gag into his mouth, not caring one bit about petty little things like teeth or a tongue getting in her way. Over the teeth, past the gums, look out world…

When it was all said and done, Army was trussed up, gagging, and completely at the mercy of a woman who didn’t seem to know the meaning of the word. He shook his head as he looked at her from the corner of his eyes, still struggling with the noose around his neck.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:10 pm

The best part of all this?

His pelvis composed the fulcrum on which his body bent. His hips pressed hard against the ground, squeezing his balls between his thighs and ass.

The harder she pulled, the more his back bent towards her, pulling his pride and joy through a tighter and tighter space.

And like cheese perspiring when pressed, his mottled mass of a penis began to sweat. The smell of it--mixed already with her own lubrication and sweat--made her breasts heave as she grinned, flushing.

“Fuck.”

Jesus fucking Christ, this sad limp cabbage of a shit-stain has me fucking drooling.

As she wrenched on his chain, waiting for him to go slack in her arms, she forced her teeth into his shoulder like feral dog. Her teeth sank deep into his meat. The blood welled in her mouth and ran down her throat, and it took the focused concentration of a master to hold back her orgasm then and there.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:11 pm

Acuya wrote:Times like this, Army missed the wrestling ring. Yeah, it got bad there, sometimes. But this? This was a whole new kind of evil. This was the first circle of hell, specifically devoted to carnal lust, and he was trapped with the head demoness herself.

As he laid there, struggling just for the sake of struggling, he found himself wondering what exactly, could come next. He found himself deeply regretting that question.

He was quickly passing out, going to sleep, but as he went away he was treated to the surreal pain of Karam’s teeth digging in his neck. In the back of his head, Army realized that Karam was just a human, that he wasn’t being attack by some crazed monster from the pit. But as he began to fade into unconscious and he stared into her crazed eyes, it was hard to think rationally…

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:12 pm

When she chained his wrists, she knew she’d won.

Army lay dead on the mat as Karam stood, chewing a strip of his skin. In any normal match, this would have been the end. In a normal match, blood would not be running in jagged roots down Karam’s shirt, revealing her breasts as she preened over him.

The referee standing aside, Karam dragged him by his wrists to the object waiting all match for this moment. The steel X wrapped in black latex contrasted with the rest of the pink and ponied room like the grim reaper overseeing a chick fight in Townsville.

She locked his wrists in the cuffs designed for the victim’s ankles. His back lay on the ground as she disentangled him from her binds.

Click.

The penis.

Of course it would come down to that. Her brother knew, she knew, the audience watching knew. Deep down, they all knew that to conquer Army, she would have to attack the transmitter of his collected genetic worth, the flag of his ship and the eagle of his America.

It already hid from her. Beaten, ashamed, and terrified not for its life but for what it would have to live with at the end of these horrors, it shielded itself in its foreskin.

Karam looped her diamond rope around her waist and tied a knot. The other end went around one nut and then the other. It shuddered under her touch, and a keening moan came creaking from Army’s chest.

Karam swallowed a piece of her opponent’s shoulder like a choice piece of raw lamb and began to explore the edges of her labia as she stood and backed away from the slowly waking Army.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:12 pm

Acuya wrote:Army had a nightmare.

He dreamed he was trapped in a room with an insane woman. No, not a woman - that would imply that she had only human qualities. This woman, this Karam, looked like a woman. She talked like a woman. She smelled like a woman. But no woman could do the things she did. Control a man like she did. Devour him, mentally and physically. She was evil in female form, and he was her plaything for as long as she wished.

Then he woke up, his eyes slowly creaked open, and he found himself staring at her while she fondled herself. He tried to move, but the shackles kept him down. He tried to scream, but the gag kept him quiet. He was on the floor, completely vulnerable, while a sexual devil stood above him with dark intentions. He’d never been more terrified and aroused at the same time, as his rising manhood attested to.

He shook his head and looked wide eyed up at Karam, trying to plead with her gaze. It was futile, he knew. But he had to try.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:13 pm

The line between Karam and Army grew tight as she backed away. Step by step. The rope tightened around his balls. The mesh of ducts and septa inside contracted together, bursting spermatozoa, crushed while his testicle twisted like an orange.

Karam’s job on herself accelerated. Two fingers, in any out, messy and vicious and thrilled as she finally approached the end of this. Pleasure erupts like a lightning storm in stop-motion, one burst after another, layered on a third thrill charging up a different nerve.

Each jerk in her lady folds exploded out and shook Army’s leash. He felt her every groan--and when she finally came, rosey and howling like a dog, she almost snapped the cord.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 6:14 pm

Acuya wrote:As the torture got wilder and wilder, the fact that this was partly Army’s fault wasn’t lost on the poor Puerto Rican. He was the one who’d gotten her revved up in the first place, and now she was getting her rocks off the only way a woman like her seemed to know - causing him extreme pain.

He screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Even with the gag, his screams filled the room, and he did until his voice couldn’t take the strain anymore. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his body jerked around for an entirely different reason than the one Karam had. He thrashed and kicked around on the floor, and when she came and howled to the moon, he planted his feet and arched his back, desperate for any relief that he could find, just praying that she’d stop the torment.

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