Roddy Vs The MILF - The Elevator Club

[johnsmith2007]

Roddy Vs The MILF - The Elevator Club

Usual warning about violence, sex etc


Roddy had come up the hard way, but now with a nice legal executive post, fat salary and bonuses, and a trophy wife and two cute babies he was finding life incredibly boring, commuting in and out of LA from his secure gated community. His hard muscles, dark curly hair and Hispanic good looks got him plenty offers, and his present 'extra' lady was a hot as you like ex-nurse, but he had an addiction to the dark and dangerous side of life. His wife, Sharon, had been as wild as he was ten years ago, but as money had come in she was taking more pleasure in spending it than entertaining the S and M fantasy's they had once both shared. He was still into full contact Tai Kwon Do, and had even had a few sanctioned amateur cage fights, but these just did not have the sexual burst of adrenaline he had got from the few years they had spent on the RapeFight circuit together, fighting and torturing, and being tortured, by similar couples into the extreme end of S and M. He had taken to having casual sex with the high flying blonde, who was now a paralegal with a rival firm, but she was strictly into watching, and though they had play fought a few times his ten incher had never even made nine.

Contemplating his twenty-eighth birthday he was skimming through the usual web stuff when he came upon some posted pictures of a beaten up man, covered in dirt, excrement and cum, unconscious in an elevator. It was a standard pixilated face picture, no frills, and posing, foot on his chest was another near naked male, wearing a full face leather gimp mask, similarly brutally assaulted but smiling in obvious victory. The following pictures showed the victor taking great pleasure in raping the loser, and using various toys on him before leaving him in the elevator. Roddy was not gay, but during his three years of RapeFight he had enjoyed the power of sexual domination over men as well as women, and it was the brutality of the fights that turned him on, and then the sex with his wife after a victory was incomparable. It was that peak that he was missing, and he avidly started to trawl the web following the trail left by the victorious poster of the five grimy pictures. It took him nearly a month to link to an innocuous web site that purported to be for collectors of pictures of old elevators. A link within the site opened up a whole new world.

He had to go through voice verification, and sent in a resume, before the link was provided, but then his eyes were opened to a very different LA. Office blocks and tenements, car parks and warehouses; he had drive past them day after day on his commute, but now they would no longer be anonymous glass and concrete monsters.
The site listed hundreds of fights dating back over nearly ten years, but hinting at a history much, much older. The venues were always the same, old, dilapidated or unused elevators, the fights, no rules to a finish, and the fighters, both male and female, wearing nothing but boots, gloves and a mask. He had to try this, and within a week he had sought out one of the buildings near his blonde's apartment, and scrawled in black ink the coded challenge across some red graffiti tags in a service elevator to the large office blocks car park, just as instructed. He visited the elevator three times in the next few days and found nothing but on the fourth try his black 'tag' was covered in scrawled red. Someone had accepted his challenge for this Friday night.

His wife was told he would be working on an important case all next weekend so not to expect to see him till sometime the following week, while the blonde was told to stock up on plasters, butterfly tape, a rib support bandage and painkillers, but expect a weekend of the hardest and most exciting sex she had ever had. He freshened up at the office and briefed his PA on the cover story for his wife before setting out for the blondes. He changed into a pair of light, but metal tipped calf high lace up work boots, similar to the ones he had seen on most of the male fighters, and got out a pair of 'cobra gloves' that he had weighted to give his punches that little bit extra. Before departing for the car park he slipped his mask, as recommended a reinforced one to minimize the chance of lost teeth and broken noses, and a camera, into his small bag of toys, and wearing a loose fitting jogging suit over his oiled muscled body he set out. He drove his Porsche up to the top floor of the deserted car park and parked it by the elevator, slipped off his clothes, and then putting on his black mask and gloves, jumped out and summoned the elevator, taking his bag of toys with him, leaving it by the door. The February chill of the early hours left him goose bumped but his charging adrenaline was all he needed to keep warm, and he already had nine meaty inches swaying between his legs as he flexed and shadow boxed to loosen up.

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The old service elevator creaked open to show its bare dirty metal interior. He had not spotted another car parked near the elevator as he had driven up, but as challenger he had to go to the roof first, get in and send it down. At one floor on the way down the buildings ?champion? would stop the elevator, the doors would open, and then mayhem would commence. The winner would get to do whatever they liked with the loser, take his or her mask as a trophy and take photographs, and importantly have the building as their arena for other fights. He positioned himself poised for anything at the rear of the metal box as it started to descend. As the light flashed on at each level Roddy braced himself, but after the first five floors he was starting to tense up, and this he realized was probably his opponent plan, but then with a small ding the door opened. Standing by a Jeep Cherokee, hands on her shapely naked hips, was a tall beach-ball busted, pale skinned redheaded women wearing a white mask. She was maybe in her late thirties or early forties, big and hairy, and giving Roddy a friendly smile she walked into the elevator, let the doors close behind her, before kicking him, with a scarlet leather stiletto heeled thigh high cavalier style boot, full in the pods.

?Stupid fucking pretty boy, you had better be a tougher challenge than that last stupid stud or I?m going to bust you up so bad you?ll be pissing blood for weeks.? Her insults were however wasted on Roddy who was still rolled in a ball nursing his wounded gonads, caught admiring the sexy MILF instead of realizing he was here to kick shit out of her. She reached down and grabbed hold of his raven curly hair as it sprouted from the open back of the mask, lifted him back to his feet so his dark brown eyes were looking deep into her green cat like peepers, before smashing a looping over arm right straight into his face. Roddy crashed back against the steel wall of the elevator and his legs gave out under him, but she kept him up, hanging by his hair and pounded another five blows with her hard cobra gloved fist into his face. The mask may have saved him from the worst, but his eyes were soon swelling up and he tasted blood in his mouth and claret was dripping from the nose shield.

Leaning into him, she propped him up against the cold metal, and picking up her large breasts, slick with sweat and oil, and now speckled with his blood, she filled the mouth and nose holes of the mask with her flesh. His head started to swim as his air supply was cut off, and he realized one of the mature cat?s hands was down between his legs caressing his python, and that even in spite of his perilous position embarrassingly it was rising to the challenge. Luckily for Roddy he was not too far gone to bite, and with a scream the redhead retreated to examine the teeth marks on her left mountainous globe, mauling his dick as she stumbled back. The heavy bountiful bitch must weigh more than I do he realized, and at five ten was only a few inches shorter than him. He had been prepared for both a male and a female, but had not expected a MILF at all. Most of the pictures he had seen of the women were of more toned, lighter weight, vicious biker types, often covered with tattoos or hard bodied fitness babes, or the ones he feared the worst, the dangerous looking muscle bound dyke weightlifters. An oversexed soccer mom with an attitude had not crossed his mind.

?I?m going to stomp your dick flat for that you fu?.? Shouted the white masked women in rage, but she was cut short when a hard metal tipped boot toe swung up from the floor to smash it?s way into her hairy groin. Pale wispy red hair cover the older women?s thick cunt lips and came up in forest to her belly button as well as flowing back up her ass crack, but it was no protection against a Commando boot wielded by a vengeful twenty something whose very sex had been viciously assaulted earlier and was therefore after payback. The pale women croaked a protest and wobbled backwards on the spike heels of her boots, but Roddy scooted forward across the dirty floor of the elevator on his butt to kick up again into the big women?s sex. This time she screamed and fell off of her heels in a heap, back to the door of the stationary elevator, hands to her hairy crotch trying to massage away the pain. In RapeFight he had kicked in a few hot clits in his time, but never with steel toe caps, and while the MILF wept, eyes screwed tight with cunt pain, he climbed to his feet, dizzy from his beating, and punted another shot through her protecting gloved hands, to smash her soft sex up against unyielding bone.

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?Shit?, his head spun at the effort. She had really gone to town on him and looking down at his own brutalized sex he saw he was dripping blood from his meat where she had gouged it, and his balls were swollen and discoursed from her hefty kick. With a determined snarl he lent down and pulled the older fighters head back by the permed and set cascade of red curls that gushed from the back of the white mask, and set about pounding the bitches face flat. When his hand had become sore, even with the gloves, and blood was running in rivulets from the eye nose and mouth holes of the white mask, he then set about the full soft breast of the lady. Chopping blows from the cobra gloves soon turned them red and then a nasty shade of blue, increasing in size all the time. The head shots had nearly knocked the redhead out but Roddy?s breast assault, though being very enjoyable and allowing him a cruel smile as she whimpered with the pain, unfortunately for him also allowed her to recover her otherwise totally disorientated senses.

The mature battler had been trying ineffectively to shield her self from his blows and fire a few of her own into his lower belly, causing him to wince, but they were no real response to his butchering of her mammeries. However the big women had spent half a lifetime fighting and her considered reply was a near fight finisher. Roddy howled and then let out an unearthly screech of pain filled with terror as the MILF grabbed hold of his cock and balls in her gloved hands and viciously ripped outward with all her strength, twisting and crushing as she did so. The blood that gushed from his python saved him as her hands slipped and he managed to jerk free still screaming to fall in a shaking, spasming pile in the other corner of the elevator.

For a good five minutes both combatants just lay where they had fallen trying to recover, and as befitted the veteran it was she who rose first. Working her self around the small metal box of the elevator she edged towards the still weeping and sobbing Roddy. Through the slits of his swollen eyes he could only moan as he watched his nemesis approach. She supported her dizzy faltering steps by propping her self on the cold metal wall, and squinted at her prey with the minimal eyesight she had left in her one remaining good eye. It had been nearly five years since a man had beaten her, and she had no intention of letting this punk take her mask to start his collection. Steadying her self she lifted the red stiletto heel of her boot high before spiking the finished male in his guts, breaking a couple of the young man?s ribs as she did so. Roddy wailed and passed out, pissing and shitting himself.

The MILF had lost too much blood to enjoy her victory, and only just had enough strength to open the elevator?s doors, drag in her bag and dial her emergency pick-up number. Later, having received attention from a petite African-American girl she stripped Roddy of his mask and propped him up for various degrading photographs, and then let the young women, who was her lover, stabilized him before they phoned the blonde to come collect the garbage. Luckily Roddy had chosen his lover for her nurses training as well as her tight pussy, and even luckier was the fact that bruises and blood and a sweaty beaten male turned her on like no other aphrodisiac. Even in his agony and concussion Roddy managed to get his ten incher fully functioning for her, he really was a consummate pain freak.

But next time he vowed it would be the old bitch that would be left in a heap, laying in a mess of her own shit, not him.


John,

Not sure I like the segmented posting but otherwise the new look is OK
Hoped you like that story. It?s one I salvaged off my old hard drive and originally intended to do as a mini series, but left for other things. I would appreciate some feed back on this as I do not usually write Male Vs Female stuff, and I actually quite enjoyed the change.
And Damn! But a Lesbian ?carpet licker? won again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not sure I like the segmented posting but otherwise the new look is OK by me, and if Mike likes it thats enough for me anyway.

[Ted Mark]

This story really paints a picture.

I'm starting to like female verses male fights.

My thing is that they are believably equal, and the fight goes to the death Man winssome, woman wins some, you don't know till the brutality climaxes.

[cage]

Great story. Thanks for posting it.

[cage]

By the way, I sent you a private message asking permission to use your Elevator Fight Club idea in a possible series of couples and family matches. And after I sent it I remembered I didn't even know about messages for three years until some e-mailed me and asked me why I hadn't replied. So read your messages...lol. Can I steal your scenario?