Victor Menace stood in the center of the ring, clutching a microphone. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and Gucci loafers.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he commanded. “Please give a warm welcome to the Midnight Wrestling Federation’s fastest rising star! You know her! You love her! Give it up! For Summer Breeze!”
The crowd roared as Summer appeared at the top of the entrance ramp. Her theme song, a buoyant, infectious electro-pop number, boomed over the arena’s PA system.
She was dressed in a tight black micro dress and matching stiletto heels. She smiled and waved to the crowd. She was a vision, a blond haired, baby-faced angel, curvy and thick in all the right places.
As her song continued playing, she made her way down to the ring. She moved like jello on springs. Her soft seductive body jiggled and bounced to the delight of the fans in attendance. The cameras drank in her presence and beamed her photogenic features to television audiences around the globe.
She climbed the metal steps onto the ring apron and bent over, pausing purposefully to allow the fans to get a peek at her as the hem of her skirt climbed up her shapely thighs. She climbed through the ropes and marched over to Victor, where he stood waiting patiently. She bent forward, and he gave her a modest kiss on her cheek.
Her music faded and the crowd’s applause gradually died down.
“Now,” said Victor. “As many of you know, Summer is not just one of the biggest stars in the MWF.”
He paused for dramatic effect, then flashed a devilish grin.
“But she’s also my girlfriend.”
The crowd whooped and hollered. Summer looked down and blushed. It was no secret that the two of them had been dating for several months.
“But the thing is,” he continued, “she’s also my employee.”
Summer looked over at him. Her brow furrowed. Where was he going with this?
“And as my employee,” he said, “I have certain expectations of you, Summer. Expectations which, as of late, you have failed to meet.”
The crowd collectively murmured. They seemed as confused as Summer.
Victor held up the mic to Summer’s face, allowing her to speak for the first time.
“Victor,” she said. “If I’ve done something wrong, please tell me. You know I just want to make you happy!”
Victor smirked at her.
“Happy?” he asked. “Happy?”
Summer nodded.
“You think it makes me happy,” he went on, “to see you backstage flirting with the wrestlers? Flashing your tits and ass for everyone to see?”
The crowd let out a collective “Oooohhh!” as Victor proceeded to berate her.
“You parade around in your skimpy little outfits, acting like some cheap, filthy whore! Tell me, whore,” he continued, “how much are you selling yourself for? How much does it cost to buy you?”
Summer shook her head back and forth in denial. She was near tears.
Again he held the mic to her face.
“Sweetie, no,” she pleaded. “I could never be with anyone but you! You know you’re the only one for me!”
He looked at her with spite filled eyes.
“I wish I could believe you,” he said. “I wish there was some way for you to prove yourself to me.”
“I’ll do anything!” Summer begged. “Just give me the chance to prove myself to you!”
“Anything?” Victor asked.
Summer nodded vigorously, her blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders.
“What does everyone think?” Victor asked the audience. “Should I give her the chance to prove herself to me?”
The crowd roared their approval. Summer suddenly regretted her words. She didn’t like leaving her fate up to this mob of fans. She wished they could continue this conversation in private, backstage or in their hotel room.
Victor paced around the ring in mock contemplation.
“How about,” he said into mic, “how about you prove yourself to me by...”
He trailed off.
Summer grabbed his hand pleadingly. He raised the mic back to her face.
“Name it, Victor,” she said. “Just tell me what you want me to do!”
“OK,” said Victor. “Since you want so badly to prove your love to me...”
Summer nodded again.
“How about,” he said, “you take your clothes off in front of all these people and bark like a dog?”
The crowd exploded. They were louder than they had been all night.
Summer took a step back. She wore a wounded look on her face. She felt a sting of betrayal. How could he ask her to do such a thing?
She shook her head in protest. The crowd continued cheering.
“No,” said Summer. “Please, not that! Anything but that!”
“I don’t understand,” said Victor. “A moment ago you said you would do anything to prove your love to me! Now you’ve changed your mind?”
Summer grabbed his hand again but he brushed her off.
“Don’t touch me, whore!” he ordered.
The crowd let out another collective “Oooohhh!!”
Summer backed away from him. She was truly afraid now.
“If you love me,” said Victor, losing his patience, “then take off your clothes and bark like a dog.”
Summer winced, as if she had been struck. She felt like she had been painted into a corner.
The crowd had started chanting something. At first, Summer couldn’t make it out, but after a moment, it became clear.
“TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF!” CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP! “TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF!” CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!
Over and over again, they chanted, louder and louder until they became a deafening roar. Summer was red in the face. What choice did she have?
Slowly, one hand went to the left shoulder strap of her dress.
The crowd grew even louder with anticipation. Now they were simply chanting, “TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!”
From across the ring, Victor watched her, pleased with himself.
She slid the strap of the dress down, revealing the thin black bra strap underneath.
Summer bit her lip, hesitating. She was normally not shy about showing off her beautiful body, but tonight was different. She wanted to run away, but there was no turning back now.
Her opposite hand went to her right shoulder strap and she repeated the motion on the other side, sliding the strap of her dress down.
The crowd somehow became even louder, threatening to blow the roof off of the arena.
Summer continued sliding the top of her dress down until her lacy black bra was revealed in full. Her breasts heaved against the fabric of the garment. She stood there, her dress half on, feeling ashamed of herself.
She hoped this would be enough for him. That he wouldn’t make her go through with it.
“That’s good,” he said into the microphone, and for a moment, she thought that was it.
“Now keep going.”
She almost broke down in tears right then as the crowd came to life once more.
She hesitated, then proceeded to slide the rest of her mini dress down her body, pulling it down past her curvy hips, exposing her black lace thong that she had been wearing underneath.
The more flesh she revealed, the more unhinged the audience became. They were rabid, many of them practically foaming at the mouth as more of Summer’s body was revealed.
Summer finished pushing the fabric of her dress down, past her thick thighs, until it slid down over her ankles and it rested at her feet.
She stood there in her high heels and her black bra and panties, feeling broken and confused.
Victor glared at her approvingly and smiled.
“Why don’t you take your shoes off and stay awhile?”
She did as he said, stepping out of her stiletto pumps and coming onto her bare feet. She looked down at the mat, fidgeting with her hands, refusing to make eye contact with him.
He slowly circled her, looking her up and down, scrutinizing her body. He towered over her frame, intimidating her, threatening her with his gaze.
He was standing behind her now. He glided his hand gently up and down her spine. She shivered at his touch. His fingers came to rest between her shoulder blades, on the clasp that held her bra in place. He fingered the hook-like device.
“I think you’re forgetting something,” he said.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Don’t make me do this.”
“Come, come,” he said. “Turn around.”
She slowly turned to face him. He cupped her chin with his hand, forcing her to look him in the eyes. He spoke into the microphone and said,
“Take off your bra.”
The crowd erupted once more. They started chanting:
“SHOW US YOUR TITS! SHOW US YOUR TITS!”
Summer shook her head back and forth.
“You know what they want to see, Summer!” said Victor. “Are you going to give them what they want?”
The crowd roared.
Tears welled up in her eyes. Slowly, she moved her hands to the back of her bra.
She felt the clasp open. She looked back down at the mat, her eyes filled with shame and removed the bra from her body.
Her fleshy tits spilled out, revealing them in full to the hungry cameras that recorded every moment.
The crowd exploded with cheers.
“YES! YES! YES!” they chanted.
Victor looked at her chest, a wolfish grin spread across his face.
“There they are!” he said. “It’s so good to see them again!”
Summer’s hands slid down by her side. She clung to the straps of the bra.
Victor grabbed it out of her hands and held it above his head in triumph, waving it around like a flag. The arena responded with a fresh round of cheers.
Summer stood there in just her panties, more humiliated than she had ever been in her entire life. She was crying. She wondered if her friends and family were watching at home.
Victor twirled the bra around several more times before launching it into the audience where several fans tried to grab it. A fight almost broke out among them as they tried to claim it.
Victor turned his attention back to Summer. He walked over to her and pressed himself up against her almost naked body.
He began circling her, scrutinizing her from all angles. When he was behind her, he grabbed her chubby butt cheeks and squeezed. She tensed up. Her face could not hide her discomfort.
He let go and finished circling her, finally coming around once again to face her.
“Where were we?” he asked.
He caressed her face with his hand, sliding it down the side of her neck and then down onto her chest. His fingers groped her voluptuous tits carelessly.
“Get down on your hands and knees,” he ordered.
“Please,” she replied. “Don’t make me--”
Before she could finish, he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
She let out a sharp squeal and came immediately down onto her knees. He released the soft tissue and then grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back.
“Don’t you ever disobey me again!” His face had turned red with anger. “You are my property! You’re my slave, and you will do whatever I tell you to do! Do you understand me?”
She nodded, and he released her.
“Good,” he said. “Now, don’t go anywhere.”
He walked over to the side of the ring and signaled toward one of his assistants who handed him something. He took it, then turned his attention back toward Summer, who remained on all fours, her tits swaying gently from side to side.
She looked up at him, at first unable to make out what he was holding. But as he drew closer, her eyes widened in fear, for it became clear what it was.
It was a chain, with a studded leather dog collar attached to the end of it.
He unfurled the leash and let it dangle in front of her face.
The crowd, realizing what it was, came to life once more.
“Now,” Victor said. “You’re going to put this around your neck.”
Summer grimaced. She wondered when the humiliation would end. What more could he ask of her?
He slipped the collar around her and fastened it so it was tight against her throat.
She felt the leather dig into her skin, almost constricting her.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I don’t want to do this.”
Victor yanked on the chain. Summer let out a startled yelp.
“Start walking,” he commanded.
She had no choice but to do as he said.
He lead her around the ring on her hands and knees, parading her around like she was his prize show dog. The cameras followed her every movement, zooming in on the contours of her body, her swaying tits, her round butt cheeks.
She felt the humiliation wash over her in waves as her almost naked body was dragged from one end of the ring to the other. Fresh tears streamed down her face as she lolloped around clumsily on all fours.
“Walk!” commanded Victor. “Faster! Move!”
A thin layer of perspiration had accumulated on Summer’s skin as her body was put through its paces. Her breathing became labored. The tight collar around her neck made it even more difficult to get air into her lungs.
“Bark like a dog!” he shouted.
“No,” squealed Summer. “Please, Victor! Stop it!”
“Bark like the animal you are!”
She had no choice but to obey him.
He held the microphone up to her face and she did as she was told.
“Arf! Arf! Arf!” she said.
Her voice echoed throughout the arena as the crowd lost its collective mind.
“Louder!” Victor commanded. “Louder!”
“Ruff!” she said into the microphone. “Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!”
At that moment, she truly felt like an animal.
Finally, she came to rest in the center of the ring. Perhaps this was the end of it, she thought. Perhaps Victor’s thirst for retribution had been slaked.
Little did she know that her night of degradation was just beginning.
The crowd was now chanting, “SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!”
Her face was red with shame as tears streamed down her cheeks. She struggled to catch her breath.
“Good girl,” said Victor. “All that exercise must have worked up an appetite!”
Victor dropped the leash and walked over to the side of the ring where one of his assistants was carrying something.
Through the tears that flooded her eyes, Summer struggled to make out what it was.
It appeared to be a tray of some sort.
The assistant slid the tray underneath the bottom ring rope. On the tray was a large silver plate with a domed cover concealing what was underneath.
“And you know, Summer,” continued Victor, “how important it is to eat healthy and nutritious food throughout the day.”
Summer, still resting on her hands and knees, felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she tried to guess what was on that plate.
Victor lifted up the tray and carried it over to Summer and set it down in front of her.
“So I’ve gone to great lengths to prepare only the finest home cooked meal for you, the love of my life.”
Slowly, with dramatic flair, Victor lifted the lid off of the plate.
On the plate was a huge mound of wet, brown dog food.
Summer fought back the urge to throw up as the aroma filler her nostrils.
Once again the crowd cheered with sadistic glee.
She shook her head frantically back and forth.
“No!” Summer begged. She came up to her knees and was clutching her hands together in a pleading gesture. “Victor, please! I don’t want to eat that! Please don’t make me!”
Victor picked up the end of the leash once again and wrapped the length of it around his fist.
He pulled up aggressively on the chain and Summer felt the collar dig into her throat. She clawed at it, trying desperately to create space with her fingers, allowing her to breathe.
He leaned his face close to hers and snarled, “You’ll do everything I tell you to do and you’ll like it, you fucking whore!”
Victor relaxed his grip and Summer felt the collar go slack around her throat.
Her hands were back on the mat. Her head sunk low as she allowed the gravity of her situation to sink in. Slowly, she nodded her head in defeat as she realized she had no choice in the matter.
She lowered her head toward the bowl. Another wave of nausea rushed through her body as she inhaled the aroma of the dog food and again she thought she might vomit.
Suddenly, she felt Victor’s hand grab her hair as her face was shoved directly into the plate of food.
He mashed her head into the dish, his cruel touch forcing the gravy covered chunks of food into Summer’s mouth and up her nose.
She coughed and sputtered, gagging on the taste of the disgusting food. From what seemed like far away, she heard the audience erupt louder than they had been all night.
Victor reared his right leg back and delivered a vicious kick into Summer’s rib cage. She let out a loud, high-pitched scream as the sharp tip of his dress shoe connected with her side.
She rolled over and curled her body into a fetal position. The cameras zoomed in on her pain stricken face, now covered in brown slop.
Victor reached down and picked up a cloth napkin from the serving tray. He walked back over to Summer and threw it at her face.
“You’re a mess!” he said. “Clean yourself up!”
Summer pulled herself back up to her hands and knees. She reached for the napkin and wiped the dog food from her face. Some of the soggy gruel had dripped down onto her tits. She cleaned her chest with the cloth, doing the best she could to make herself presentable.
All the while, the audience continued hooting and hollering, heckling and jeering her with their cruel taunts and insults.
“Tell me Summer,” said Victor. “Now that you’ve had your appetizer...are you ready for the main course?”
Summer looked up at Victor in time to see him unzip the fly of his dress pants. Her eyes widened in fear.
Surely, he didn’t mean--
Victor’s fully erect cock spilled out of his trousers. He stood there smiling at her.
“No,” she whimpered. “Please, don’t make me do this.”
“Oh, come on,” he said into the microphone. “Surely you’re not going to deny these people what they want to see!”
He turned to face the crowd and asked them,
“Who wants to see this whore suck my cock?”
The crowd exploded once again.
“You hear that?” he said, turning back to face Summer.
His throbbing cock was now inches from her face. She tried to turn her face from him but he grabbed a fistful of her hair with his free hand.
“Get to work, bitch!”
He threw the mic down to the mat and grabbed her chin. Before she could register what was happening, her lips parted and were suddenly wrapped around his member.
Still clutching her blonde locks, he began sliding it in and out of her mouth. She felt the tip slamming into the back of her throat and she wanted to gag.
Her head moved faster and faster, back and forth, her mouth moving up and down the rock hard shaft. He was in complete control of her. She had no choice but to take him inside of her.
She lost track of time. She tried to shut out the sound of the crowd and imagine herself somewhere else but she could not escape the cruel reality of her situation.
Finally, his still erect cock slid out of her mouth one final time.
Her head sunk down to the mat, partly in shame, and partly in exhaustion. She felt humiliation beyond all measure. She just wanted the night to end. She wanted to go home and take a bath and then fall into bed.
But still the night was not over.
He bent down and picked the mic up.
“Now that you’re finished with the main course,” Victor said. “How about a little dessert?”
He walked behind her and threw the mic back down to the mat. He yanked the back of her hair with one hand, while his other hand grabbed the waistline of her panties.
“No!” Summer yelped. “What are you--?”
She felt as the thong back slid from between her fleshy butt cheeks as he pulled them down where they came to rest between her thick thighs.
“Please!” she screamed. “Don’t do this! Don’t--”
She inhaled sharply as his massive cock penetrated her tight pussy. Her eyes went wide and she let out a sharp cry.
He jackhammered her from behind, slamming his pelvis against her backside. Her tits jiggled and shook uncontrollably as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her body, plowing away with reckless fury.
He gritted his teeth as he yanked her head back ruthlessly.
His other hand went to his belt buckle. He undid the clasp and slid the leather strap out of the loopholes of his pants. He held the belt in his hand and began whipping Summer’s back vengefully as though she were an animal.
She screamed for her life as her body was lashed over and over again, perhaps dozens of times. Small wounds opened up on her back. Thin rivulets of blood streamed down her body.
The crowd, meanwhile, was on their feet, cheering Victor on and hurling various epithets at poor, helpless Summer.
But all she could do was take it.
“Oh God!” she shrieked. “Please! Stop! Help me! HE’S KILLING ME!”
The more she screamed the more he enjoyed it. He felt like he could go all night. He continued tunneling into her, punishing her sweet pussy and degrading her beautiful body with each thrust.
Summer wondered how much more she could take. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the cameras recording every moment of her humiliation. She thought of how people around the world were watching her torture and suffering. How her friends and family...her parents...were probably watching. She wondered what they would think of her, what they would say to her the next time they saw her.
But before she could finish that thought, she felt intense pressure around her neck as Victor pulled up on the leash, forcing the collar to dig into her throat and constrict her breathing.
Her eyes bulged and she struggled to breathe as he continued fucking her.
Suddenly everything went black.
Is this it? she wondered. Is this the end?
No, she was still awake.
It was the lights in the arena. Someone had shut them off.
Startled, Victor loosened the grip on the leash, allowing Summer to breathe again.
A familiar sound began to play over the arena’s loudspeaker. A stabbing electric guitar riff, followed by pummeling drums and bass, echoed throughout the building.
The crowd roared.
Summer felt Victor’s cock go limp inside of her. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as he pulled himself out of her pussy. Exhausted, Summer collapsed onto her stomach. She lay there, her panties still pulled down between her thighs.
The lights came up and Mortuary was standing at the top of the entrance ramp, staring straight ahead at Victor.
The CEO of the MWF stood in the center of the ring, clumsily pulling his pants up and putting his cock away. His face could not hide the fear he felt in his heart.
For months, Mortuary and Victor had been engaged in a power struggle over the future of the MWF. They had made each other’s lives a living hell. Several weeks before, Victor had the board of directors issue a suspension, forcing Mortuary to stay away from all TV tapings.
Now he was back, and he was headed straight toward the ring.
Victor watched in disbelief as his most hated rival marched down the ramp, never taking his eyes off of him, not even for a moment.
Victor scrambled out of the ring, climbing between the ropes and over the padded barricade that separated the fans from the action. He ran for his life, pushing crowd members aside as he made a beeline for the exit.
Mortuary, meanwhile, grabbed a steel chair and climbed into the ring.He threw the chair down and picked up the microphone that Victor had dropped.
“Victor!” His voice boomed throughout the arena like thunder.
Victor, halfway through the crowd, froze in his tracks and turned to face the ring.
Summer never thought she would be so glad to see Mortuary. She had always been afraid of him. When she saw him backstage, she would do everything she could to avoid him. At six and a half feet tall and well over three hundred pounds, he cut an imposing figure, even among the bigger wrestlers in the MWF.
But it wasn’t just his size, it was his whole demeanor, his aura, that shook her to her core. It was well known that he was heavily involved with the occult, and there were rumors that he had even killed someone.
Now, here he stood, like an avenging angel, dressed from head to toe in all black. He had come to her defense when no one else would.
He stood over her. For a long moment, his gaze remained focused on Victor. Finally, he looked down at Summer.
She was pulling herself up to her hands and knees. Her body was ravaged with pain and every movement was a struggle. She looked up at him, a look of adoration in her eyes.
He reached his hand out. She took and he helped pull her to her feet.
Mortuary stared, looking her body up and down with a withering look of contempt. Ashamed, she covered her naked tits with her arm and reached her free hand down to pull her panties back up. She felt the thong back slide in between her butt cheeks.
Mortuary turned his attention away from her and back onto Victor. He spoke again into the mic.
“You did everything you could to get rid of me, little man.”
Victor was still in the crowd. He could not decide if he should stay and listen or turn back around and make a run for it.
“You’ve sent every goon you could afford to try and take me out,” he continued. “You had your little board of directors try and suspend me. You’ve tried burying me, drowning me, blowing me up in a limousine.”
The crowd had mostly fallen silent. They hung on his every word.
“But I still keep coming.”
At this, the crowd cheered.
“You’ll never get rid of me. Not until I have what I want!”
Victor was furious. How dare Mortuary talk to him like this? He let fly a string of profanities. By now, several security guards had arrived and were forming a sort of barrier around him so that the rabid fans could not approach him.
Summer, meanwhile, remained in the ring. She limped over to the ropes and faced away from Mortuary, unsure if she should stay in the ring or go backstage.
Mortuary continued speaking.
“But if I can’t have what I want right now, then I’ll take my pound of flesh from however I can get it!”
Summer wondered what he meant by that. She turned around just in time to catch the tip of Mortuary’s steel-toed boot as he punted it straight into her pussy. She felt her soul leave her body as all the air was driven from her lungs. Her hands went reflexively to her crotch. Her flowery feminine center, which had always been the source of so much pleasure in her life, was now the epicenter of so much pain.
Everything felt as if it was moving in slow motion. Pain spiraled throughout her entire nervous system. Her legs started to give out from under her as she felt her body sinking slowly downward.
Before she could fall to her knees, however, Mortuary grabbed her by the throat and viciously flung her backward into the corner of the ring. Her spine crashed hard into the turnbuckles.
Immediately he was upon her, stomping her soft midsection with his heavy black boots. She felt her insides being pulverized as each stomp connected with her fleshy anatomy.
Victor watched in horror from the crowd as Summer was being destroyed before his very eyes. He yelled at the security guards to go in and help her but they refused. They wanted nothing to do with Mortuary. All Victor could do was curse his enemy from far away.
The crowd, meanwhile, loved every moment of it.
Back in the ring, Mortuary continued his brutal assault on Summer’s luscious body. He was now throwing hooks and jabs, each sharp-knuckled fist connecting with a sickening sound that echoed throughout the arena. He worked her over like a punching bag. He was a man possessed.
Summer had become nothing but a vessel for him to pour all of his hatred and fury. She tried begging him to stop but as each strike connected, all that came out of her mouth was a series of pathetic yelps and squeals. Never in her young life did she think that anyone could be capable of so much unimaginable cruelty, let alone that she would be on the receiving end of it.
Finally, Mortuary relented. He turned back to face Victor, who was still looking on helplessly from the crowd. Mortuary’s eyes were wide with rage. He was practically foaming at the mouth.
Summer slunk down to the mat, coming to rest on her fleshy butt cheeks. She let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms around her naked torso, wondering how many ribs were broken, wondering if her internal organs had sustained any serious damage from the savage assault that was being dished out onto her. But most of all, she wondered why she had been chosen to be the victim of so much abuse. What had she done to deserve this?
Before she could finish her thought, Mortuary spun back around and turned his attention to her. She raised her arms in a begging gesture, as if that would do any good. He marched over to her and in one fluid motion reached down with one powerful hand and grabbed her by the throat, then pulled her back to her feet.
Mortuary wrapped both of his massive hands around her neck and squeezed. Summer opened her mouth to scream but her voice died in her throat. She gasped for air as she felt his large fingers pressing against her throat. A desperate choking sound was all she could manage. She scratched and clawed at the back of his hands as he throttled her with all of his strength. Her face turned a sickening plum color and her eyes bulged out of their sockets. She was about to pass out. Her arms flailed and her legs kicked uselessly as Mortuary leveraged all of his weight down upon her. He pressed his face close to hers, his eyes filled with rage and wrath.
Finally, he released his grip. Summer slunk down to her bottom, coming to rest on the mat. She coughed and sputtered helplessly as oxygen flooded her lungs. She did not know how much more punishment she could take. She felt as if she had been pushed to her limit and she had nowhere else to go. In one evening, she had been stripped, violated, beaten, choked, humiliated. It was enough suffering to last a lifetime. She just wanted it to end.
And Mortuary was all too happy to comply.
He grabbed a fistful of her soft blonde hair and slowly pulled her back to her feet. She stumbled about clumsily on wobbly legs like a broken marionette.
She let out a soft whimper.
“Please,” she begged. “Why are you doing this to me? I didn’t do anything wrong. I just...I just want to go home.”
Mortuary just laughed at her.
“Oh, you’re going home all right,” he said, his voice dripped with contempt. “But first you’re going for a little ride!”
“No!” cried Summer. “No more!”
“It’s tombstone time, bitch!”
“Oh, God, no!” Summer screamed.
Summer felt her feet leave the mat as Mortuary picked her up and spun her body around one-hundred and eighty degrees. Her face was positioned directly in front of his crotch.
She shook her head furiously and let out a series of shrieks and yelps. He held her like that for a long moment, squeezing his massive arms around her waist. He walked over to where the steel chair had landed earlier. The crown of Summer’s head was positioned directly downward.
Mortuary looked outward into the audience and made direct eye contact with Victor. Victor cursed his name as Mortuary smiled sadistically at him.
The crowd was on their feet, cheering wildly. They knew what was coming and they loved it.
Summer continued screaming as she felt all of the blood in her body rushing toward her head. Her legs split open sideways into a Y-shape. Mortuary’s eyes lit up as he stared directly at the crotch of her black lace thong panties. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweet scent of Summer’s tight little pussy. It was more divine than the most expensive French perfume. He wished he could bottle it and save it for another day.
But playtime was over.
He suddenly dropped to his knees, plunging the top of her head straight into the hard, unforgiving surface of the metal chair.
Summer’s world went black. Her lifeless body crumpled down onto the mat like a wet paper bag. She landed on her back, her arms and legs spread in all directions like some dead starfish washed ashore on the beach. Her plump, fleshy tits pointed straight up at the arena lights. She lay there, clad in just her black thong. The only sign that she was still alive was the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
Mortuary stood over Summer’s broken body, admiring his own handiwork. He was never happier than when he was destroying something beautiful. He was almost sad that it was over.
Well, almost over.
He bent down and reached for her waist, grabbing the sides of her panties and pulled them down carelessly over her smooth thighs and calves, past her ankles and over her feet.
The crowd reacted accordingly. It was their loudest reaction of the night.
Mortuary balled the panties up in his fist and held them over his head, like a trophy. They were still damp with her sweat and pheromones. He pressed the flimsy material to his face, breathing in Summer’s essence one last time.
Victor continued watching on in horror, completely helpless and impotent. Mortuary bent down and parted Summer’s pillowy lips, then shoved the panties into her inviting mouth. Her head lolled to the side.
Summer lay there, her naked body on display for all the world to see. She had served as an unwitting pawn in this cruel game of chess between these two men. They had used her, then discarded her like a piece of trash. She had had no say, no agency, no choice in any of this. Her only role was victim.
Mortuary placed his boot on top of Summer’s stomach and raised his hand in triumph. The crowd cheered one last time. The cameras surveyed Summer’s lifeless body, as if conducting a sort of autopsy on her, scanning back and forth across her naked flesh, her plump tits, her beautiful tragic face.
Finally, mercifully, the broadcast faded to black.
