Traitor's punishment, ending

Desperation washed over Ana. She could taste death and knew that she had to act. Adrenaline surged through her body and she kicked out with a heel. It landed perfectly into Carolina's thigh, puncturing deep into the taut muscle. Carolina shrieked in pain and anger and ran forward to grab her dying foe. She crashed into Ana with considerable speed. Ana shoved backwards and then pulled her arms and body forward as hard as she could, literally flipping Carolina over her. Unbelievably though, and to the delight of the observers, Carolina caught her balance on the way down, and landed on her feet, keeping her grip on Ana to hold her upper body steady. Carolina was in a backbend with Ana over her. Ana drove forward, tackling Carolina and the two were suddenly locked in a very violent but intense 69 position. Ana clamped her thighs tightly onto Carolina's head to prevent her from moving as she buried her face into Carolina's crotch. Her buttocks, tight due to the clenching of her thighs, were shredded by Carolina's war-claws--her anus was violated repeatedly but only until Ana was able to clamp her teeth down on to Carolina's pussy. With a savagery resulting from her potential death, Ana used her teeth to violate and destroy Carolina's vagina as much as she could. The blood curdling scream which escaped Carolina's lips nearly shattered the windows and absolutely startled her supporters.
Ana didn't stop though, she could taste Carolina's blood mixed with her sex and she knew that she was having success, but she also could tell that her legs were weakening as Carolina had tried to maintain an attack on her ass and crotch with her nails. Ana knew that if she couldn't hold Carolina's head away from her crotch long enough to almost cripple her opponent, that she would fall victim to a similar attack. Carolina screeched wildly as Ana tore at the flesh with her teeth. Carolina bucked and flailed trying either to get free or to attack her opponent in a similar way.
In doing that though, Carolina released her grip on Ana's head and in one desperate maneuver, Ana broke free and sprang to her feet, stomping wildly on her downed foe. Like the woman possessed that she was, Ana kicked and stomped at Carolina, who curled into a ball for protection. For the first time, Ana was happy she was wearing heels, as they did damage that she could never have imagined, puncturing Carolina's buttocks and thighs repeatedly. Ana dropped onto Carolina, rolling her onto her back. The Colombian woman reached up and despite being wounded and losing a lot of blood from the puncture wounds in her buttocks and thighs, grabbed Ana's face with one hand and pushed backwards, digging her nails in and grabbed Ana's neck with the other, choking her. Ana could barely breathe and she grabbed Carolina's head and began slamming it into the hard floor. Because she was being pushed away, Ana didn't have as much leverage as she wanted to effectively do damage with the head slams, but the method was still working. Particularly in her weakened state though, Ana wasn't sure that she would succeed in killing or suppressing Carolina before she was choked out. The room began to swim in front of her and she didn't feel Carolina's hands weakening. She leaned on the bitch as hard as she could, trying to get better leverage, but that allowed Carolina to squeeze her neck even tighter.
Both women seemed to know it was a race, and at the moment a very even race. Ana began to gag, and she felt her arms start to weaken as Carolina's grip similarly started to weaken. A sound of rushing water began to rise up in her ears and her head. The cheers of the men watching this brutal gladiatorial battle became slurred and muffled in her mind. She gave everything she had in a last desperate slam. Suddenly, she could get a little air in. She was sure that at the very least, Carolina had slipped. She took advantage of the respite and slammed Carolina's head again. This time, she felt Carolina's hand relax completely, though the grip was so tight that the hand remained in place as Ana slammed her foe's head again. The room came back into view as Ana realized that she may have succeeded in killing her mortal enemy, even though she knew that she was still to die.

Suddenly, she felt powerful hands tear her off of her opponent, who lay on the floor motionless. She was thrown to the ground at Carlos's feet, her ass in the air. The "goons" surrounded her.
Carlos looked at her shaking his head. "Did you honestly think that you had a chance of winning?" He asked her.
She could barely breathe, let alone open her eyes. Despite the fire in her ass and crotch, she knew that her only chance at living now would be some miracle and she would have to use her feminine wiles to hope for even that.
"Puh-puh-please..." she whimpered, barely above a whisper. "All I want before you kill me is one last chance to have you inside of me--I'll take you and your goons all..."
Carlos laughed. "You dumb slut. Do you think that if you pleasure me, I might keep you around longer and then you might find a chance to escape? But we will take you. If not just so that you die more humiliated than ever before."
Ana screamed as suddenly she realized that her ass was being torn apart by one of those fucking goons. He bodily rolled her on top of him and her legs fell apart because of her weakened state so that Carlos had easy access to her as he unzipped his fly. The other "goon" dropped his dick onto her face, implying that she should suck him off. She gasped at the sheer agony of Carlos's penetration as he invaded her mauled cunt. She knew she had seconds to pull off her plan. The guard above her had to bend to allow her to suck him off while she was being double teamed by his friend and his boss. She grabbed his cock as she was punished brutally by all three men. The holster was right in front of her now, and the snap was free. She bit down fiercely as she grabbed at the gun, firing twice into Carlos's chest as the man she had bitten and stolen the gun from rolled away in agony, bleeding. She rolled quickly as the man beneath her grabbed for his own gun. She was too ready though and she fired four more times into him. She got up and looked at the man she had bitten, shooting him in the crotch before she shot him in the face.
Reality washed over her as she collapsed to the floor. She wasn't sure how much longer it was when she finally came to, but she knew that it wasn't too long. The three men were dead, but she saw that Carolina wasn't, and that she was suddenly beginning to stir. Ana crawled over to her mortal enemy and then tapped her, as the Colombian woman opened her swollen and dazed eyes.
She whispered to her, as clearly as she could, "Fuck you, bitch, who's the better woman now?" And she pulled the trigger.