Jessika vs Brother Ezekiel (extreme)

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In this latest AWESOME story by Tom ? Emma and I are kidnapped by religious fanatics, and I?m badly tortured and abused, and eventually forced to fight Brother Hezekiel for our freedom.

Be WARNED! This is a vicious gut-punching, grippingly EXTREME story and NOT for the squeamish ? please do NOT read further if you?re easily upset by ?blood, guts & glory? ? LOL! :-)

Any ways, hope some here enjoy!

Meaow
Jessie

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JESSIKA VS BROTHER EZEKIEL
By TOM

Jessie had spent a painful Friday evening absorbing a brutal beating at an underground fight club she stumbled across on a business trip. She slipped in a side door of the Holiday Inn where she was staying and stripped naked. What upset her most was the shape her gorgeous breasts were in. The nipples were raw from Kristen?s wraps and the breasts themselves were completely black and blue. When she looked in the mirror, she saw that her face was all bruised and swollen. Still nude, she lay down on the bed with her vibrator and imagined that Emma was with her. Wet and relaxed, she fell asleep.

Twelve hours later she woke up, still sore but in better spirits. Her stomach no longer hurt, although it still hurt to breathe thanks to the beating she?d taken to the ribs. And her face was still a swollen mess. All in all, she was pleased with how she?d stood up under a savage beating and had even managed to bloody her opponent. She spent the weekend in her room, slipping into the bathroom when room service arrived so that no one would see her swollen face.

By Monday morning, she was able to cover the couple of small bruises that remained with makeup. She continued her business trip, knowing that Emma was flying in to meet her at the end.

Kayla drove Emma to the airport. She warned Emma that the part of the United States that they were going to tour contained many people who look unfavorably on same-sex relationships and that she and Jessie should be careful about displaying affection in public.

The warning was forgotten thirty seconds after Emma cleared Customs. She saw Jessie and they fell in each other?s arms. They didn?t notice the disapproving looks or the pickup truck that followed them to their hotel.

After checking in at their hotel and freshening up, they had a quiet dinner and retired for some TV. Around 10PM as they were about to start getting ready for bed, someone knocked on the door. More in anger than suspicion, Jessie called ?Who is it??

?Sorry to bother you ma?am. We?re having trouble with the wireless Internet connection and I just need to trouble-shoot your Wi Fi spot. Jess looked through the peephole in the door and saw a man in coveralls carrying a notebook PC. She opened the door. Not one but five men burst into the room and in an instant had jammed chloroform-soaked cloths across Jessie?s and Emma?s faces.

When they awoke, it was daylight. They were tied to chairs in a log cabin.

?What the?? began Emma.

?I don?t know. I guess we?ll find out in good time?.

She was correct because a few minutes later, four bearded men in overalls entered the cabin. The men untied them and commanded them to stand up. ?Now take off your clothes?.

Jessie looked surprised so another man? apparently the leader snarled ?You heard me, sister, both of you strip naked?. They obeyed. Jessie wore a plaid thong that covered little more than the minimum required while Emma wore a pink bikini brief.

?Come with me?. He pushed the women out the door and across a clearing to another log cabin. They were shoved inside and found themselves facing yet another bearded man in coveralls, this time seated behind a desk.

?Your life is perverted and an abomination to the Lord God.?

Jessie thought 'Geez! A bunch of religious fanatics insisting on a tittie show. What next?'

?I am Brother Isaiah, the master of our congregation. You have been brought here so we can assist you in mending your sinful ways and in embracing a life pleasing to Our Lord. We are going to chastise you for your wickednesses and coerce you into adopting a pure life. Brother Jeremiah will preside over the process?.

Jessie saw the look in his eye and suspected that he was motivated more by a desire to torture women than by this strange religion. As he led Jessie and Emma back to their cabin, he whispered to Jess, ?In reality here?s how it works. I will torture you until you say the magic words ?do it to Emma?. I will inflict the same torture on the other cunt as long as I please.?

Jessie took a deep breath. I?ve been tortured by the best, she thought. This clown has no chance of breaking me. And there?s no way I?m betraying Emma. I?d sooner die. The look in Brother Jeremiah?s eyes suggested that he wouldn?t mind beating her to death. She took another deep breath. 'If he tortures me to death, maybe he?ll be bored enough to turn Emma loose. I will not betray our love.'

Brother Jeremiah led them back to the cabin. He pointed to Jessie and ordered ?Lose the thong?. Jessie obeyed. He tied Emma in a chair and handcuffed Jessie?s wrists to an overhead pipe. He left the cabin for a minute and returned carrying a large, heavy-looking leather strap decorated with brass studs. He waved under Jessie?s nose. ?A flogging is a nice traditional way to start a chastisement. Don?t you agree??

Jessie just glared at him. She braced herself for the first stroke. CRACK. The first blow fell across her shoulders. It was worse than she expected. The pain in her back exploded as the wind was half knocked out of her. CRACK. The second landed just below the first. By this time she was seeing stars. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Each landed just below the previous one. By the time he handed one on the small of her back, she was about to faint from the pain. 'I won?t give the bastard the satisfaction'.

The rain of blows ceased as Brother Jeremiah took a couple of minutes to rest his arm. She got her wind back and was able to clear her head before he resumed. The next blow fell on her buttocks and he flogged them and the back of her thighs. He faced Jessika. ?Would you like to re-consider?? Even though she knew what was coming, she shook her head.

?Please, please, Jess. Tell him to flog me?, screamed Emma. Jessie glared at Brother Jeremiah and growled ?Continue?. CRACK. As she expected, the first blow to her front fell across the shoulders and the top of her majestic breasts. He moved his aiming point for each blow by a small amount so that Jessie?s breasts were hammered. The impact of the strap square on her breasts was agonizing and she finally could not keep from crying out in pain.

?You can make it stop, you know?, said Brother Jeremiah. Jessie shook her head. Finally he finished flogging her breasts and whipped her belly. She looked down at her body and saw the pink where the strap had landed punctuated with red blotches from the brass studs. The lashes to the belly were endurable, the lashes that hit near or on her bush were the more painful. Jessie screamed. ?Oh, so the dyke bitch doesn?t like her sin place hurt?? He lashed her across the bush a couple of more times.

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?Jessie, please let me take the remainder of the lashes?, Emma pleaded. Jessie said nothing.
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Finally he reached her knees. He was sweating profusely from the exertion and he wiped the sweat off his forehead. He untied Jessie and led her into the clearing outside the cabin. He pushed her into a solid wooden chair and tied her arms to the armrests. Then he led Emma out and tied her to another chair.

He pulled a long stickpin from a shirt cuff, held Jessie?s right hand firm and slowly inserted the pin into the middle finger, under the fingernail. The pin penetrated to the first joint on the finger and the pain of it being inserted was so over-powering that Jessie screamed to the point of coughing up phlegm that had a vile acid-metallic taste to it. She swallowed it only to have it return. After a couple of minutes, the pain subsided top the point that it was barely bearable. She heard Emma crying and looked tenderly at her lover. ?Don?t cry, Emma, I?m OK?.

Periodically one of the residents of this crazy compound would walk by the chair and would rap his knuckles on the chair arm to which the pain-wracked hand was tied. That put the pain into the unbearable range. Occasionally the man would tap on the protruding end of the pin. Jessie?s body would writhe like a marionette. She would scream and cough up more of the vile-tasting stuff. Hearing Emma?s sobs merely strengthened her resolve to endure.

She endured the burning, stabbing pain for she didn?t know how many hours. As the sun dropped out of sight, Brother Jeremiah appeared, gagged Jessie and removed the straight pin. She slumped in the chair, exhausted from the hours, of fighting the pain.

Once the sun was gone, the air cooled until it was downright chilly. After a while Jessie and Emma were shivering uncontrollably from the cold. Brother Jeremiah appeared out of the dark he fished two spring-loaded clothespins from his pocket. ?Something to remember me by tonight?, he said as he clipped one to each of Jessie?s nipples.

So she and Emma shivered all night. Jessie could hear Emma alternately crying and beg her to say the words. Gagged as she was, Jessie could not re-assure her lover.

Shortly after sunrise, Brother Jeremiah appeared and removed the clothespins. The sudden return of blood flow to her nipples was agonizing. Slowly they were warmed by the sun. It was probably mid-morning before Brother Jeremiah returned, this time carrying a brown paper bag. As he removed the gag, Jessie allowed herself the luxury of wondering for an instant what instruments of pain might be in the bag. She found out immediately as Brother Jeremiah pulled a short length of automotive water hose. ?It is time to begin chastising your sinful parts?, he announced.

Jess had no difficultly guessing what that meant and was not surprised when he brought the hose down hard right on her nipples. The pain was still excruciating and she bucked and writhed in the chair. It seemed that he lost control because he slammed the hose into her breasts as hard as he could and as frequently as he could. ?Have him do it to me?, cried Emma, I?m smaller, I can take it.?

Jessie did not entertain that idea for a second. He faced her and smashed the hose into the sides of her breasts. He seemed especially amused to see them bounce each time they were hit. When that seemed to bore him, he tried to whip the undersides of her breasts. That was not as much fun because he didn?t have room to wind up before striking. So he gave the top of her breasts another beating. When Jessie looked down, she was not surprised to see that they were black and blue from the torture. ?Would you like me to stop? Just say the word?.

?Fuck you?, Jessie snarled as she shook her head. He rummaged around and pulled out a long, yellow thing that Jessie immediately recognized as an electric cattle prod. She tried to convince herself that this would be a new experience, as she had never been tortured with such a device. The attempt failed as her stomach knotted from the fear of the pain which she knew that such a device could inflict. Brother Jeremiah must have seen the look on her face because he reminder her, ?All you have to do is say ?Do it to Emma??. Jessika saved her strength, didn?t even bother with a ?fuck you?.

Brother Jeremiah started under her arms. He would touch the tip to her skin, fire it and wait for it to re-charge. He shocked her under her arms, across her shoulders and down her belly. Finally the inevitable happened as he touched the tip to her left nipple and fired. Jessika writhed n her chair and screamed. ?We don?t like that, do we?. He shocked the right. Again writhing and a scream. Her violent reaction seemed to amuse him as he went back and forth, one nipple to the other, several times. Finally, he stopped shocking her nipples and stepped back.

Jessie took the opportunity to catch her breath and assemble her wits because she knew what was coming. Sure enough, he touched the tip to the top of her bush and fired. Jessie managed not to scream even though the pain exploded in her brain. As quickly as he could re-charge the prod, he shocked her bush. She smelled a funny smell that she was realized was singed hair. The thought of someone damaging her well-kept bush so enraged her that, when Jeremiah did shock her next between her legs, she was slightly distracted and the pain was barely endurable. Even when he touched her clit, she writhed but did not scream. He inserted the tip into her slit and fired it. That brought a scream of agony. He shocked her clit several more times until she screamed and he resumed inserting the awful device into her vagina before firing it. Finally Jessie passed out from the torture. With a satisfied look on his face, Brother Jeremiah tucked the prod back in his bag and left without another word.

Unconscious, Jessie slumped forward in her bonds. As she came to, she felt like her body was on fire-boobs, belly, pussy. She looked down and saw the red blotches where the prod had shocked her. She heard Emma sobbing. ?Emma dear, don?t cry. You know I?ve endured worse. I?m not going to break and maybe they?ll get bored with torturing me and just let us go.? She knew she was lying but hoped that Emma wouldn?t realize that she was.

It was near sunset when Brother Jeremiah returned with his brown paper bag. He pulled out the two clothespins and clipped them to Jessie?s nipples. That in itself was painful because the nipples were still raw from the cattle prod. Then he pulled out a cactus, forced her legs apart and pushed it up so that the needles ground her pussy. Then he forced her legs together and tied them. Jessie could feel the needles sticking into her thighs as well as her pussy. It was going to be a long night.

The pain in her nipples and pussy was so severe that she barely noticed the cold. When dawn came, Brother Jeremiah came, untied both women and led them to Brother Isaiah?s office.
Brother Jeremiah removed the clothespins. The pain of blood returning to her nipples was so sudden and intense that Jessie instinctively clapped her hands top her breasts.

?It is clear that you are beyond redemption. So we are going to allow you to participate in trial by combat. Brother Ezekiel was a champion boxer in the Marine Corps. He will get into the ring with you and the two of you will fight. If you force him to submit, you and your partner in sin will be released.?

?And if I submit?? asked Jessika.

?That?s not an option. Either you win or Brother Ezekiel will beat you to death.?

?I appreciate your sense of fairness?, remarked Jessie sarcastically. ?I?ve been beaten and tortured for two days and so have neither ate nor slept. I?m guessing that your so-called rules call for tying my hands behind my back?.

?No, no. Brother Jeremiah will now take you to a more comfortable hut. You will have three days to rest for the fight?.

Brother Isaiah was as good as his word. Jess and Emma were led to a more comfortable hut with a very appealing bed. Exhausted by her ordeal, Jess threw herself on it. Emma began removing the cactus spines from Jessie?s thighs and pussy.

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Brother Isaiah was as good as his word. After several meals, some sleep and passionate sex, Jess began to feel; like her old self. She was also pissed off enough at these fake Holy Rollers that she was in the mood to pound the s**t out of one of them, Marine Corps champion or not.

On the third day, Brother Jeremiah appeared accompanied by two women. He introduced them as Brenda, the referee, and Pam who would work Jessie?s corner, deal with cuts and the like. He assured Jess that both Brenda and Pam were experienced at their crafts, having learned in various underground fighting venues. He and Brenda left the hut while Pam helped Jess warm up.

Jessie led the way to the ring with Pam and Emma close behind. The thin sheen of perspiration on her magnificent body gleamed in the light as her breasts swayed gently. She looked like a true Amazon warrior.

Brenda called the fighters to the center of the ring to remind them of the rules which were modified bare-knuckle boxing rules.

?Three minute rounds with one minute rests between rounds. Fists only, no knees or elbows. Wrestling holds and throws were allowed as well. If a fighter was knocked down, he or she had 30 seconds to stand up. Otherwise, the standing fighter could attack the downed one. Oh, and no neutral corner. You may resume punching as soon as both your opponent?s knees are off the mat?.

As Brenda explained the rules, Jessie eyed her opponent-tall and muscular with a vicious scowl. 'This is gonna hurt, but I can beat this clown-I?ve been I tough fights before', she thought.

The bell rang to start the fight. Brother Ezekiel again came out throwing jabs. He had a wicked jab but through head movement Jessie was able to avoid them. As she circled, she threw hard hooks to his ribs. She varied this by throwing a left or right hook his face. Either he had no regard for Jessie?s punching power or he simply had no defensive skills. Almost all her punches landed, starting a mouse under his left eye. As his head bounced around under her punches, Brother Ezekiel was becoming angrier and angrier.

Finally his jab found the range and he peppered Jessie?s face opening a couple of cuts. Brother Ezekiel followed with a crunching right hook that fortunately Jessie avoided. With Brother Ezekiel off-balance, Jessie stepped close and threw a flurry of punches to his stomach, being rewarded with a couple of OOF?s. ?That?s the way?, Emma muttered, ?Slow him down.? Jessie backed off before Brother Ezekiel could compose himself and hit back. She peppered his face with several more jabs as the round ended.

Brother Ezekiel?s face was a study in surprise as he realized how much his opponent knew about fighting. Sometimes she tucked her chin in to make it harder for him to hit. Sometimes she moved her head back and forth to give her opponent a harder target. Pam reminded her to be careful, Brother Ezekiel hits like a truck. The bell rang to begin the second round.

Jessie resumed where she?d left off, alternately hooking Brother Ezekiel?s ribs and peppering his face with jabs. Mid-round Brother Ezekiel trapped her against the ropes and landed a couple of crushing shots to her stomach-she grimaced in the pain. Fortunately she was able to slip free, giving her opponent a nice shot to the kidneys in the bargain. She was then able to pound Brother Ezekiel?s belly several times as he pursued. The bell rang to end round two.

?For God?s sake?, Pam said, ?Stay off the ropes.?

That?s easy for you to say?, grinned Jessie. Pam ruefully acknowledged the truth of that.

?Does your belly hurt??

?Not yet, but it will. That bastard can punch.? The bell rang to begin round three.

Brother Ezekiel was no dummy as a ring tactician and, realizing that he?d had the worst of it in the first two rounds, he started doubling his jab. This made them harder to avoid and soon they began connecting. Emma could hear the THUD THUD of Jessie?s face taking an old-fashioned beating. Then the cuts on her cheeks opened up as well as one on the bridge of her nose. Blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth from cuts inside her cheeks. Emma turned pale as she saw her lover being beaten. But Jess didn?t flinch; Emma was familiar with her courage in the ring. . Brother Ezekiel nailed her with a hard uppercut and put her on the canvas. She made it to her feet by ?20? and immediately back pedaled for the rest of the round. She ate more jabs but was able to stay off the ropes so Brother Ezekiel was denied the chance to pound the body. When she returned to her corner, Pam noticed some swelling on both cheeks and applied icepacks. The bell rang for round four.

Brother Ezekiel closed for the kill. Jessie, instead of back-pedaling, stepped towards Brother Ezekiel. She got inside of his effective punching distance, so close in fact that her boobs were crushed against Brother Ezekiel?s shoulders. She began throwing punches to his stomach as hard and as fast as she could. Because she kept leaning into Brother Ezekiel, he had to back up until his back was against the ropes. He tried to punch his way out and, judging by expressions on Jessie?s face, he landed a couple of damaging punches. But Jessie landed six to every one she took and spent the round pounding the stomach. The bell rang to end the round and she returned to her corner in a much better mood.

?I?ll soften him up some more this round and take him in the sixth?, promised Jessie. Emma nodded, perhaps more in hope than in conviction. The bell rang for round five.

Brother Ezekiel was hurt, no doubt of that. His movements were slower and he kept his right forearm positioned to protect his wounded stomach. He tried to use his jab to keep Jessie at bay but Jessie was able to pound the belly and ribs at will. It was a spectacular performance. THE THWACK?s of the stomach punches echoed through the clearing interspersed with the soft THUD of the rib shots.

Finally his stomach could take no more and he was forced to move his right forearm to protect it, only to have Jessie pound his face with a series of left and right hooks. Brother Ezekiel?s offense for the entire round consisted of one powderpuff jab and a straight smash to Jessie?s right breast. The bell rang to end round five.

Jessie grinned, apparently pleased with the round. Pam reminded her to concentrate on the job at hand. The bell rang for the sixth round.

All Brother Ezekiel tried to do was to defend his tortured body, to secure it a respite from Jessie?s punches. Jessie stalked him, jabbing to his face. Suddenly she saw her opening and crashed a left and a right uppercut to Brother Ezekiel?s exposed jaw. The man hung in the air for a second and Jessie threw another right uppercut. He was barely conscious when he crashed to the canvas but was able to get to his feet just ahead of ?30? and mount some sort of defense. Jessie hammered the body for the rest of the round.

Pam used the pause between rounds to work on Jessie?s face. She iced the swelling and stopped the bleeding of all the cuts. When the bell rang for round seven she was as ready to fight as she could be. Unfortunately it appeared that Brother Ezekiel was also a quick healer, as he looked a lot perkier than he had in the previous round. Emma hoped Jessie would notice. Apparently she did notice because she approached him cautiously. Still he started doubling the jab. It was effective and again Emma could hear the punches thudding off Jessie?s face. In a minute all the cuts were open and bleeding again.

Suddenly Brother Ezekiel came up with a surprise. He caught Jessie?s right arm and whipped her towards the ropes. As she bounced off the ropes, Brother Ezekiel swept her off her feet and held her body overhead like a barbell. Then he walked to the ropes and slammed Jessie on the top rope. Her back bent like a bow, the rope sagged. Then the rope snapped back and she was tossed to the concrete floor. She was dazed, the breath was partially knocked out of her and she had a bruise on her right hip where she hit the concrete. Brenda ruled it a knockdown and began to count. Jessie rolled into the ring ahead of the ?30? count.

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Brother Ezekiel grabbed her breasts, hauled her to her feet and pinned her against the ropes. He went to work on her face in earnest, slamming her with a succession of right and left hooks. Blood flowed from her nose as well as the other facial cuts and the swelling around her eyes became noticeably worse. It seemed like an eternity to Jessie before the bell rang to end the seventh round. Pam did what she could to repair the beating that her face had taken, icing swelling and stopping bleeding. Would it be enough?

The bell rang to begin the eighth round. Almost immediately, Brother Ezekiel took advantage of the mostly-closed left eye and nailed her on the jaw with a crunching right hook. Rather than going down, Jessie staggered backwards into her corner and stood there in a daze from the punch. Brother Ezekiel tangled her arms into the ropes so she could not escape and went to work on the body. He started by teasing Jessie, jabbing lightly to her breasts and asked whether dyke breasts hurt when they were hit. ?You?re about to find out.?

Then Brother Ezekiel announced for all to hear, ?I?m going to win this fight, not by knockout or by a submission hold or because you quit. You can?t quit. I am about to beat you to death slowly, methodically. You will die from internal bleeding slumped in a corner. I hear it?s a painful, lonely way to go. And your dyke friend can watch. Then we?ll torture her into repentance. If she refuses to repent, she will be beaten to death in like manner.?

It didn?t take a professional lip reader to read Jessie?s answer-?Fuck you!?

As promised, he began to batter Jessie, coldly, methodically. First, a series of punches to the ribs, then a volley of a dozen to the stomach. Those were especially devastating because Jessie?s back was to the ring post and the punches drove her body into it. Another series to the ribs then back to the stomach. Then a series of left and rights to the face opened even more cuts.

Blessedly, the round finally ended. Emma and Pam untangled her from the ropes and led her to the corner. She was in a bad way. The left eye was totally closed. Her ribs were sore enough that Emma could hear a hitch in her breathing. Her stomach was pink from Brother Ezekiel?s fists. Emma was sick to her stomach as it seemed that Brother Ezekiel was about to carry out his threat. Pam said nothing as they worked on her as best they could. Emma whispered, half to Jessie and half to herself, ?If he beats you to death, I won?t yield. These bastards can torture me to death?. The bell rang for round nine.

Jessie?s stance was totally defensive. She was able to block Brother Ezekiel?s first few punches although she was unable to counter-punch. She was also alert for another grab. Brother Ezekiel found a new target as he began throwing hooks to Jessie?s kidneys. He worked his way up the body and tattooed the ribs yet again. Jessie flinched as each punch landed; she was hurt in so many places that she could only defend the places that hurt the most. So Brother Ezekiel chased her around the ring slamming whatever was open-ribs, kidney, belly. Just as the round ended, he trapped Jessie in our corner and slammed four vicious punches into her kidneys. Jessie screamed and slumped to the floor. The bell rang to end the ninth round as Brenda reached ?28?.
As Jessika spat some blood into a bucket, Emma?s face was now white; she couldn?t? believe that the human body could absorb such punishment, let alone her Jessie. But Pam treated it as no big deal. She merely wiped the blood of her face and iced where needed. The bell rang for the tenth round.

Jessie was moving a little easier and had her fists poised to punch. She took two jabs to the face and kept walking. When she got close enough to Brother Ezekiel she opened up with both hands on Brother Ezekiel?s unprotected face. Brother Ezekiel was taken aback and retreated under a hail of punches until his back was against the ropes. Jessie kept up the attack, now pounding the belly. Finally, Brother Ezekiel had enough. He swept Jessie?s legs out from under her and she crashed to the mat. Quickly he grabbed her ankles and flipped her on her stomach. Then he knelt on her buttocks, slipped her right hand under her chin and pulled-a textbook Camel Clutch. Jessie felt like her back was about to explode and, to add to the pain, Brother Ezekiel punched her in the ribs with his free hand. Jessie struggled to swallow vile-tasting bile between screams. When the round ended, Pam and Emma had to help her back to the corner because she was barely conscious. They gave her smelling salts to revive her and when that didn?t work placed an ice bag on her lap. All she said was ?God, my back hurts.? Pam told her to protect her ribs at all costs. When the bell rang to start the eleventh round, she went back into battle.

She was shuffling slowly with both arms protecting her ribs. Brother Ezekiel hit her twice in the face and then in the belly. When Brother Ezekiel realized that she couldn?t fight back, he began teeing off on her face. Left hooks, right hooks, Jessie?s head snapped back and forth as drops of blood flew off. Brother Ezekiel then pushed her into her corner and began pounding the stomach, moving her punches from the diaphragm to the lower belly. Jessie screamed in agony. Brother Ezekiel realized that she was about to pass out. So he pinched, squeezed and kneaded her nipples until her eyes were wide open. ?You?re not getting off that easily?, he snarled.

For the last minute of the round, Brother Ezekiel pounded her face. He pushed her back into her corner and slammed her in the jaw twice more. Jessie didn?t go down this time but the bell rang to end the torture. Pam managed to revive her with smelling salts. Her right eye was now half-shut and Emma was afraid that her lover was about to face her enemy completely blind. ?Don?t worry?, whispered Jessie, ?I have a plan. The bell rang to begin the twelfth round.

Jessie shuffled towards Brother Ezekiel, apparently prepared to take more punishment. As Brother Ezekiel punished her face, she bent her knees slightly. Surprise! As Brother Ezekiel started pushing her towards our corner, she leapt at her foe, threw her arms around Brother Ezekiel?s neck and managed to trip him. The two fighters went down in a heap with Jessie on top. Quickly Jessie knelt on Brother Ezekiel?s thighs and threw six very hard punches square to his belly. Now it was Brother Ezekiel?s turn to scream. He tried to raise himself but Jessie smashed him square in the nose and he sank back to a prone position.

Jessie lifted Brother Ezekiel?s body up, slipped her right leg underneath, swung her left leg across his belly, hooked her ankles together and squeezed. Brother Ezekiel was in a perfect scissors hold. . He screamed and gasped and gurgled as he struggled to breathe. After about two minutes, he fainted. Brenda counted ?30? and waved Jessika to attack the unconscious foe. Even though he was unconscious, she placed him in a Figure-Four Leglock for the last 45 seconds of the round. He came to just before the round ended and just long enough to scream once in pain before Jessie had to drop the hold.

As she waited for the thirteenth round to begin, Jess was more confident. She actually would have smiled except that she hurt too much. The bell rang and she set forth to punish Brother Ezekiel. He was half-hopping thanks to the injured knee and holding his hands low as if his body still hurt from the scissors. Two jabs and a right cross to the side of the head and he was on the canvas. Jessie stood over him, waiting for him to get up so she could punish him.

He rose at ?23? and tried to cover up. Jess merely shoved him back into his own corner and draped his arms over the ropes. ?Payback?s a bitch?, she whispered as she unloaded a series of lefts and rights that snapped his head back and forth. Suddenly there were half a dozen cuts on his face. She went to the body, slamming triphammer punches into his body. She grinned as she felt his abs give and her fists drive deep into his innards. Then her punch to the side of his body brought a spray of blood from Brother Ezekiel?s mouth. Brenda wrapped her arms around Jessie and pulled her away. She held Jessie?s arm aloft. ?THE WINNER!!?

?Huh?? , asked Jessie.

?I guarantee he has a ruptured spleen. If he keeps fighting, you?ll kill him.?

?So what?s the problem? That?s what he wanted to do to me?.

?You and Emma are free. You are now under my care and protection until you?ve recovered enough to leave.? Suddenly the adrenalin cut out and Jessie slumped against the ropes.

Emma and Brenda helped Jessie out of the ring and back too the hut. Brenda examined Jessie. ?You?re a tough lady?, she remarked. You?ve got several bruised ribs on both sides, two bruised kidneys and minor internal injuries. Most people would have quit three rounds ago rather than endure that kind of pain.? Jessie?s bruised and bloody face beamed at the compliment. Brenda gave them more of the antiseptic for her facial cuts, some antibiotics and told her to refrain from strenuous activity for two weeks-and that included fighting. ?Sex when you?re in the mood?, she said with a twinkle in his eye.

Jessie was exhausted. She climbed into bed and was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Emma watched over her, marveling at her courage. Some hours later Jessie awoke and pulled her lover into bed. They spent hours gently making love. Brenda interrupted with a cart full of dinner.

Two days passed, during which Jessie and Emma were left alone. Emma could tell how well her lover was recovering as the sex became more passionate. Finally Brenda brought their clothes. When they?d dressed, she led them again to Brother Isaiah?s tent.

?You are being released. You will be dropped back at the Holiday Inn. The hotel was told that you were making an unexpected trip, your bill was paid and your luggage waits in the office. By the way, did you see a man painting a shed when you came in? He?s the local sheriff. So going to the police is a waste of time.? Jessie merely shrugged her shoulders.

So they were returned to the Holiday Inn. They collected their luggage and arranged for a rented car. They then drove a couple hundred miles to a certain warehouse in a certain town and arranged for another fight with a certain Kristen. But that?s another story.

THE END

[Ted Mark]

"Go Baby, go Baby, go Baby go!"

It''s interesting the range of sub-fetishes erotic combat has.

We're as different from each other as we as a fetish are from the straight media culture:waver:

Rudrah

[Jessikafights]

Tee hee! Thanks, Rudrah! Though as you know, I usually always prefer f vs f fights (for the erotica), I enjoyed this for a change ... showing me so tough and able to absorb so much punishment & torture, and still coming out on tops ... WOOPEEE!!! ... is flattering to say the least! LOL! :-)

Meaow
Jessie