The crowd of women roared as the shy 18-year-old boy shuffled into the ring, his heart pounding with naive excitement for what he thought was innocent fun. The announcer chewed her bubble gum loudly before smirking into the mic, 'Ladies, this is a death match! You're gonna love watching this cute boy get slaughtered.' The boy froze, trembling. 'P-please, let me go! This isn't what I signed up for!' His opponent, a towering tomboy with muscles rippling under her skin, licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with hunger. 'Begging already? Fuck, that makes my pussy so wet and dripping. I couldn't have asked for better prey than a cute boy like you—makes me horny just hearing you whine.' She circled him with a wicked grin. 'Your little cock's probably hard from fear, isn't it? Pathetic and perfect.' The boy backed away, but she lunged, grabbing his arm with a sharp twist that snapped bone. He screamed as pain exploded, her grip unyielding. 'Hurts, doesn't it? Good—I want this slow.' She squeezed his tiny hands until blood squirted from her grasp, letting go for the crowd to see the crushed mess. 'Look at that, all broken for me.' Panting with arousal, she shoved him down, her ass grinding hard onto his chest, crushing his insides as he gasped. 'Feel that? My ass owning every dream you had.' The boy wheezed, blood everywhere, as she shifted to grind on his skull, bones cracking under her weight while she moaned, 'Sweating and panting for me now? This is how it ends—your bright future dead under my ass.'
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