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Deadly Roses	By : Shinkansen Category: +M through R > Rumble Roses Views: 4849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fight 2: Anesthesia vs. Miss Spencer
Even as the huge screens showed the first match's gory replay, the roadies, girls dressed in tight black leather, quickly replaced the ring ropes with thick, black cables. An ominous hum throbbed through the cables as tiny sparks arced between the ropes. One of the crew girls, in her haste to get the ring ready, accidently slipped on a smear of blood. Her hand touched one of the cables, and with a sizzling pop she was thrown across the ring. As the other girls began to drag her twitching body away, Miss Spencer's entrance music began to play.
She strutted down the ramp, her thick heels clacking on the metal floor. At her side, dressed in mini skirt and thin shirt, was Miss Spencer's star pupil, Candy Cane. The girl looked from side to side, unable to believe the massive throng of cheering spectators.
"Jesus, Teach, this is nuts," she whispered. Miss Spencer put a reassuring hand on her student's head.
"Don't you worry, Miss Welch. They'll have me up against some upstart who just needs a little discipline. I'm not planning on going anywhere near those accursed ropes." Miss Spencer's confidence was contagious. Candy looked up at her teacher with open admiration and love in her eyes.
After the scandal, when it was revealed that a teacher was having "inappropriate relations" with her student, Rebecca Welsh shocked the school, her parents, and even her boyfriend when she refused to testify against her teacher, and outright stunned them by running away with her.
Candy Cane was a bitch and didn't care who knew it. She'd slap the taste out of any cunt's mouth who looked at her sideways. But Miss Spencer... Mistress Spencer, could control the young punk rocker like no one else. Candy loved being dominated by Spencer, being made to perform all the lewd acts for her teacher. Candy remembered the night she and Miss Spencer had picked up a prostitute, and Candy was shocked when Miss Spencer ordered the woman to squat directly over Candy's face. Struggling against her bonds, Candy watched as the whore spread her fat pussy lips. Candy turned her head and shut her eyes. But Miss Spencer, in her commanding voice, had barked, "Open up now!" and Candy, automatically, spread her lips and felt the warm stream of urine fall into her mouth. Her gag reflex made her automatically swallow a mouthful, and the bitter taste, shame, and humiliation made her young pussy flow with juice.
She loved Miss Spencer, would die for Miss Spencer. She would kill for Miss Spencer. After the tournament, they both would live like queens.
As Miss Spencer stood in the center of the ring, Candy felt a rush of panic as music started to play. Down the ramp, her face twisted in a smirk, was the Latina madwoman, the one responsible for so much misery, Dr. Anesthesia! During the first Rumble Roses, she'd attempted to harvest bodies for her "Lady X" project, and her attempts to mass produce the cybernetic soldiers during the second tournament had bankrupted the organization. She was the main reason Miss Spencer and Candy had been forced to live in virtual poverty, unable to cash in on their Rumble Rose fame. Candy's face hardened and she looked up at her teacher. Miss Spencer stood, outwardly calm, but her hands clenched and unclenched rhythmically at her sides.
"Hey Teach!" Candy called. Spencer looked down at her. "Kick her ass for both of us. Send that cunt to hell."
"Watch your language young lady," Miss Spencer wagged her finger.
"Sorry Miss Spencer," Candy pouted. Miss Spencer only smiled.
Anesthesia rolled into the ring, under the bottom rope. She was wearing her pink latex nurse uniform, the front unzipped down past her bellybutton. Her breasts, jiggling as she stood up, threatened to pop free of the uniform at any moment. She stared at Miss Spencer disdainfully.
"The teacher?" she asked, incredulous. "I thought you'd have retired by now."
"Consider this a comeback," Spencer said. "What about you? Aren't you Lady X's slave-dog? How did you get roped into doing this?"
"Roped into?" Anesthesia scoffed. "My dear Miss Spencer, I'm here for the same reason you are. Giving pain makes me... it helps me." She gazed longingly at Candy Cane. "I regret never getting a closer look at young Candy down there. You were always so overprotective. Aren't teachers supposed to be role models? And aren't children supposed to share their toys?"
"Miss Welsh is mine!" Miss Spencer shouted, "She needs to be disciplined and nurtured, not... experimented on by a sick, twisted pervert."
"Now isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?" Anesthesia began to move closer. Miss Spencer raised her hands. "I loved the eyepatch by the way. Hope you brought it with you. After this, you may need two patches. And a white stick!" With that, Anesthesia faked a jab, and caught Miss Spencer with a knee to the ribs. The teacher grunted in pain. As she was doubled over, Anesthesia grabbed the back of her head and wrenched her into a vicious snap suplex. Miss Spencer hit the mat with a thud, but immediately rolled onto her knees and back to her feet.
"Yeah Teach!" screamed Candy Cane over the crowd. "Kick her ass!" Miss Spencer moved in and caught Anesthesia with a quick slap across the face, spinning the dark skinned beauty around. Locking her arms behind her head, Miss Spencer drove Anesthesia into the mat with a powerful full-nelson slam, and then wrenched her right hand into an armlock.
Anesthesia squealed in pain as tendrils of fire shot through her arm. Her elbow joint felt like it was being pulled apart. With each wrench, her breasts, pointed up at the arena ceiling, jiggled. Anesthesia's eyes began to water from the pain- she squirmed, attempting every reversal she knew, but the older woman seemed to be in the right position every time. Finally, with a great sob of pain, the nurse tapped the canvas with her free hand.
The pain intensified! Tendons stretched, bones grated, she could no longer feel her arm below the elbow. Gasping, she tapped again.
"Slow learner?" grunted Miss Spencer. "Didn't you read the rulebook? This is no sport. You ruined my life, and my dear sweet Miss Welsh's life. Tonight I intend to teach you the error of your ways." She wrenched the hold on Anesthesia's arm even tighter.
Anesthesia reached down with her left hand, into her uniform. Taped to her inner thigh was a scalpel, a prop for appealing to the crowd. Ripping the blade free and feeling some of her pubic hair go with it, she raised the scalpel high into the air, and dimly heard the crowd gasp as she plunged it down into soft flesh.
Miss Spencer screamed in agony and immediately let loose of the hold. Anesthesia saw she'd gotten the teacher in the forearm, an ugly wound running from the inside of the elbow to just above the wrist. Wasting no more words, Anesthesia scrambled over to where Miss Spencer was rocking back and forth, holding her injured arm. Flipping her onto her back, Anesthesia sat heavily on Miss Spencer's chest, feeling the other woman's massive, soft tits cushioning her ass. Pinning her arms with her legs, Anesthesia spread Miss Spencer's legs like a wishbone. Miss Spencer struggled and bucked beneath her, but the nurse had all the leverage. Anesthesia's face was right next to Miss Spencer's crotch. The teacher's white underpants were soaked with sweat. Burying her nose in the panties, Anesthesia breathed in long and deep. She felt Miss Spencer quiver beneath her.
"What a smell!" Anesthesia said breathily. "No wonder you inspire such loyalty in your students!" Her own pussy was soaking wet, drenching Miss Spencer's breasts with juice. Anesthesia felt the hard nipples slipping and sliding around her pussy lips. Raising her scalpel, she quickly cut away Miss Spencer's panties, exposing her hairy pussy with its engorged, bloated lips and thumb-sized clit. Her asshole gaped, opening and closing with each heaving breath Miss Spencer took.
"What are you doing, you degenerate?" asked Miss Spencer, trying to sound stern but having a rough time of it. "Put my clothes back on this instant!" Anesthesia took her right hand, still partially numb from the armlock, and coated it with Spencer's pussy juice. "Wha- what are you doing?" Spencer asked. "No, there's people! Please! Miss Welsh can see you! No!" she gasped as Anesthesia stuck two fingers into her asshole. "Oh!" Spencer gasped, "That's so rude!" Her anal muscles tightened around Anesthesia's fingers, holding them tight.
"Admit it, you're nothing but a filthy whore!" Anesthesia screamed, shoving her fingers deeper into Miss Spencer's rectum until she could feel the nub of her colon. "You wouldn't stop me even if you could!" Anesthesia was ramming her fingers harder and harder into Miss Spencer's ass, using her fingernails to scrape the soft insides. Blood began to ooze between Anesthesia's fingers. "That's why you and your kind keep coming to my little fights! You're all nothing but fuck-cunt bitch whore worthless sluts!" With that, Anesthesia slammed Miss Spencer's legs to the canvas and shoved her bloody, juice covered fingers up Miss Spencer's nostrils.
Miss Spencer gagged and coughed as her own bodily fluids went up her nose. Then she smiled and licked her lips. At this, Anesthesia was momentarily speechless, and her hesitation cost her. Bringing her arms up, Miss Spencer slammed each ear with her open palms, grabbed the nurse's lapels, and using her legs, flipped her head over heels. Gaining her feet, Miss Spencer caught Anesthesia with a wicked kick to her prone face. She screamed, as the teacher's sharp heel opened a deep, nasty gash on her forehead. Miss Spencer reared back for another kick, but Anesthesia grabbed her ankle and twisted, sending the teacher back to the canvas.
Quickly, Anesthesia rolled over Miss Spencer's prone body and, grabbing her left arm, wrenched it into her own arm lock. Miss Spencer groaned and tried to reverse it, but Anesthesia clamped down tighter, wrapping her legs around the arm for extra leverage.
"Payback is a bitch," seethed Anesthesia. She brought Miss Spencer's hand up near her face, and with her free hand, raised the shining scalpel. "And I'm going to take mine blood for blood." Miss Spencer's eyes opened wide.
"What are you doing?" she asked, as the scalpel inched closer to her writhing fingers. "You can't! You evil woman! Stop it! Stop this at once!" Anesthesia shook her head.
"I'm not one of your precious students, you washed up old cunt," she smirked, and with a quick, decisive motion drew the scalpel along the base of Miss Spencer's middle finger. The finger flopped down across the back of Miss Spencer's hand, hanging on only by a few slivers of meat. Miss Spencer screamed in agony, screamed until she couldn't scream any more, drew in a hitching breath, and screamed again.
"Miss Spencer!" Candy Cane wailed as her teacher was mutilated in front of her. "No!"
Anesthesia tightened her grip as Miss Spencer began to sob uncontrollably. Almost nonchalantly, Anesthesia again used the scalpel, this time slicing off the pinky finger. It went without much resistance. Only two nubs of bone marked where the shapely, manicured fingers once were. She felt the teacher's body go limp, shuddering occasionally with wild, hitching cries. They were the cries of defeat and regression. Miss Spencer, her mind broken by shock, had regressed to a child-like state, holding her mutilated hand and moaning pitifully.
Anesthesia rose and turned to Candy Cane. The red-haired punk rocker was standing silent, tears streaming down her face.
"What do you think of your teacher now, Candy?" asked Anesthesia. "Not so high and mighty any more. I was going to just kill her, but I think I'll leave her like this, for you to take care of. Can you imagine it my dear? She'll never be the same again. Just a pitiful shell. And you have to live with that every day for the rest of your life. I think that will be just wonderful."
"Yeah well," Candy Cane said, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "I think you'd better think again."
"What?" Anesthesia squawked as she felt a heavy blow strike her back. The scalpel flew from her hands and landed across the ring. She fell to the canvas and rolled over. Standing above her, her hand wrapped in a makeshift bandage made from her torn costume, Miss Spencer stood tall and defiant. Her breasts, free from the cloth that held them, swayed as the teacher wobbled on her feet.
"You can't beat me that way," Miss Spencer said. "I guess some things you just can't teach." She kicked the dumbstruck Anesthesia in the crotch, grabbed a handful of hair with her good hand, and hauled the nurse to her feet. She threw haymaker after haymaker, occasionally grabbing Anesthesia's lapels and giving her a head butt for good measure. Anesthesia tried to block or absorb the blows, but slowly, slowly, she was being forced back near the electrified ropes.
"Go teach!" Candy Cane cheered, pumping her fists in the air. Looking around, she saw the big control panel hooked into the ring ropes. Running over, she grinned and cranked the voltage dial up as high as it could go. Needles across the board shot in to the red, and a deep bass hum filled the arena. Her bright red hair began to stand up on end, and the air tasted of ozone.
In the ring, the two warriors were oblivious to the outside world. Anesthesia's eyes were nearly swollen shut, and her face was covered with a thousand small scratches. An ugly split ran down the center of her bottom lip, and blood and spittle flew messily with each blow the crippled Miss Spencer landed. Anesthesia wobbled, and Miss Spencer took her good arm and bent the dazed nurse down into a headlock.
"No more," she whispered. "I'm sorry, but it has to end now." Anesthesia barely heard the words. Her face was pressed into Miss Spencer's armpit; rivulets of the teacher's sweat stung her wounds. Groaning, opening her mouth, tasting the sweat, she bit down as hard as she could.
Anesthesia's teeth sunk into the soft flesh of Miss Spencer's right breast. She felt creamy fat and blood slide down her throat. She gagged, vomit filled her mouth, but she kept her hold. The bilious fluid ran down the sides of her mouth. Miss Spencer screamed again, a hoarse, ragged cry. She tried to push Anesthesia's head away, but this only caused the teeth to rip further. Already her breast was taking on an ugly, deflated look, the nipple sagging pitifully.
Anesthesia grabbed at Miss Spencer's ruined left hand, and wrenched it up behind her back. Releasing her bite, spitting out bits of fat, she stood up behind the former teacher.
"You're right. It does end here," she whispered, wrenching the arm harder and harder. Miss Spencer was beyond words now, the only sounds she made gurgling cries and moans. Anesthesia kept pulling, feeling the elbow joint pop, the arm go strangely limp. She kept at it, feeling the broken bone tearing through the skin.
Miss Spencer's hand was up above the back of her head now, her arm nearly split in two. Even if what was about to happen could have been avoided, Miss Spencer had lost too much blood, given too much of herself to this fight. She tried to think of Miss Welsh, of the consolation prize, but found it hard to keep focus. Luckily there wasn't much pain- she was far beyond pain- but in her mind, she knew she had failed. All those things she accused others of being: worthless, dirty, wretched. She wondered if they ever knew that she used dominance to hide how she really felt about herself. Her ugly, floppy tits. Her giant clit- it may as well have been a dick, as unsightly as it was. And here, at the last, her insecurities were laid bare. She had been mutilated, cut up like a cow in a butcher shop, all for the entertainment of others. She had cried like a little girl, moaned like the filthiest whore, and bled like the worst kind of fighter. All she could do was go with it, as she felt the awful nurse, that terrible Anesthesia who had caused so much pain, and finally, on top of everything, actually beaten her, felt her whipping her around, and she knew what was coming next, and suddenly all the pain that had gone away, all the physical pain, returned in an instant as she began to scream.
Candy Cane stared in horror as Anesthesia flung Miss Spencer into the ropes, and there was a blinding flash and an agonized scream. Candy threw her arm over her eyes and screamed herself, screamed for her former teacher. The light faded. Lowering her arm, Candy stared at the ring. Breathing heavily, but very much alive, was Anesthesia. The ropes along one side of the ring had been charred black, and lying on the canvas was nothing but a small pile of ash.
The roadie girls restrained Candy as she struggled towards Anesthesia. She was screaming, she could feel her own lips move, but she couldn't hear the words coming out. Anesthesia simply smiled at her, turned, and began to walk back up the ramp.
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