The arena lights blazed as the shy 18-year-old stepped into the ring, heart pounding. A crowd of women roared. The announcer chewed bubble gum loudly and smirked into the mic, 'This ain't no innocent fun, folks—this is a death match! These ladies are gonna love watching that cute boy get slaughtered.'
The boy froze, trembling. 'Please, let me go! I thought this was just wrestling for fun.'
His opponent, a towering tomboy with rippling muscles, licked her lips. Her pussy grew wet at his begging. 'Oh, listen to you beg so sweetly. That makes me so fucking horny. You're perfect prey—cute, scared, and all mine to break slow.' She circled him, sweating already, panting with anticipation. 'Your cock's probably hard from fear, isn't it? Too bad it'll be the last thing you feel.'
She grabbed his hand, squeezing until bones snapped with a sick crunch. Blood squirted from her grip as she released, showing the crowd his crushed fingers. 'Look at that, dripping red already.' The boy cried out, but she ripped a finger free, then another, tongue lashing witty barbs. 'Scream louder—makes my ass twitch with need.'
Panting and horny, she tore into him methodically: limbs twisted and ripped, tongue yanked out mid-beg. He thrashed as she snapped bones one by one, her wet pussy dripping down her thigh. 'Feel that? Your bright future's gone, just like your cock will be.' Finally, she sat on his head, crushing his skull under her powerful ass, brain matter smearing as she came hard, cum mixing with the gore.
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