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One of my favorites on the "implant busting" subject, as well as 1 of the best I've ever read. From the sub-series "the arena" within my WWACO series co-authored by jjr9 and originally posted on the old sexboards fatal forum. (where the arena stories were posted)
MikeJV
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For Your Love
by: jjr9
"Mmm, that feels good!" Mandy closed her eyes as Gloria?s hands massaged and soothed her supple, silky flesh. Mandy thought her name was Gloria, at least. Maybe it was Laurie. Who cared really. She was going to get a big tip either way. The masseuse?s hands continued to work their way over the naked body of the platinum blonde. Mandy was positively gorgeous with a face and body trained, molded, and sculpted by the best physical trainers and doctors money could buy. "Mandy, there you are! I absolutely HAVE to talk to you!" Mandy cracked open one eye, confirming the identity of the owner of the voice. It was Christina, one of her closest friends and possessor of similar rich beauty for the same reasons. The main difference between them was that Christina was a green-eyed redhead to Mandy?s blue-eyed blonde.
"What is it Christina?" Christina looked at Gloria (Laurie?) and looked back at Mandy. Obviously, she didn?t want the help to hear this. Mandy patted the woman?s hand and waved her out with a small smile. Once the masseuse was gone, she repeated the question. "It?s Paul. I found a pair of custom-made earrings in his apartment, sapphires in platinum!" "Sounds lovely. What?s the problem?" "Puh-lease! With my red hair? You know I only wear emeralds in gold! Everyone knows that, especially Paul! He could have only gotten those earrings for another woman! Some sneaky slut has gotten between us!" Christina looked near tears.
Mandy sat up, her firm breasts barely moving. "Christina, I hate to say this, but it?s your own fault if he did." "How can you say that?" "You never do anything that he likes! He likes to be a he-man and do outdoor sports, and you refuse to go outdoors unless it?s to the patio for cocktails. He likes boats, and you don?t like getting near water in case your hair gets wet. He likes watching fights, and you made him take you home the first time he brought you to that fight club. You have to remember that men are just oversized little boys. If you don?t play their games with them once in a while, they get cranky and look for new playmates."
"But what can I do? He?s already found someone else!" "Do you think it?s been going on for a long time? It was only a pair of earrings. It may be something very recent. If you made a big gesture, it could swing him back. Isn?t his birthday coming up? You could surprise him with something he enjoys." Christina was brightening up. "That?s a perfect idea! What could I do for him?"
"Look at what he likes. Boating and outdoorsy things would be hard to do at the last minute like this. That leaves the fight club. Would you be willing to fight for him? If you performed at that club, he?d never forget it." "I?d get creamed!" "Maybe not. I?ve been to the club once or twice. You?re in good shape, and you?ve taken self-defense classes. Most of those fighters are just street toughs who need the money. And at least you get to wear a mask so nobody but Paul would have any idea that it was you."
"Okay, I?ll try it. But you have to be there for moral support. You can bring Paul." "If you insist, okay. I?ll even call and arrange the fight for you. I?ll say I hired you, and no one will know who you really are." Big Angel was hanging on the ropes, her white mask bloodstained and her small breasts purple. Since the death of Little Angel, Big Angel had lost her edge, and this was the second time since that night that the Angel was playing the punching bag for her opponent. Cocoa, a black woman with a gold mask, a big round ass, and pendulous breasts, was smashing her cunt to raw hamburger with an unending series of knee-lifts. Finally, Big Angel?s arms gave out and she tumbled to the canvas at Cocoa?s feet, totally beaten and unconscious. Cocoa kicked her out of the ring and raised her hands in victory as Angel was carried away.
Lounging in one of the comfortable booths with a drink, Mandy patted Paul?s hand, smiling at the handsome blonde Adonis. "Not the best fight that I?ve seen around here, but at least Angel took a decent amount of time to fall down. I have a good feeling about this next fight, though." Cocoa was walking out of the main club area when she suddenly stepped back and aside. The first fighter walked in, The Beast. Cocoa looked away from the woman with the snakeskin mask and boots and hairless skin like a yellow toad, afraid to give the appearance of a challenge. Scrambling behind the Beast on a leash was a battered young woman in a pink mask that had openings on each side of her head for blonde pigtails that hung likeears.
A few patrons recognized her from the historic night that the Beast killed two opponents, one of them a near-legend called Collectra. The girl, calling herself Boobalicious, had been instants from becoming Collectra?s latest victim and source of trophies, but the Beast had come out and "collected" from Collectra instead. After the infamous trophy-hunter was dead, the Beast had claimed the girl?s life in payment and renamed her "Pink Pillows," her new puppy. From the looks of her, the puppy was paying for her life in bruises. Her long, soft tits were dragging the ground beneath her and were red and purple from her nipples to her chest. A massive bruise was nestled between the tits. And as she crawled along behind her owner, she almost dragged her legs, her thighs and crotch bright red and painful to see. The Beast ordered her puppy to sit by the ring and was obeyed instantly, and then she climbed into the ring.
Her opponent was announced as "Rose," and she came out in a red mask and sheer red stockings with lace roses. She had a red ponytail sticking out of the back of her mask, and it was obvious from the strip of neatly trimmed, flame-colored hair at her pussy that it was natural. Her body was exceptional with breasts like ripe, round grapefruit and a heart-shaped ass. Her waist was slim and her belly was flat. Mandy watched Paul as Rose climbed into the ring. "My god! That?s..." She put a finger over his lips and nodded. "But... she?ll be killed!," he whispered. "She saw a pair of earrings in your apartment and guessed that you had a new girlfriend. A ?sneaky slut? was the term she used. I talked her into letting me set up a fight to prove her love and keep you." Mandy smiled, opened the crotch of his tailored pants, and brought out his already-stiff member to stroke her hand along it. "I don?t think she should have called me a slut, do you? It made me angry. Besides, I?m sick of hiding our relationship and needed something special to give you for your birthday. Do you like my present?"
If Rose, a.k.a. Christina, had looked out into the dimly lit crowd at that moment, she would have seen the reason for her being here turn his head and passionately kiss her "best friend." However, she was otherwise occupied. The Beast had stepped forward as soon as Rose was in the ring and raised her hands to challenge the redhead to a test of strength. Rose raised her hands and walked forward to accept the challenge. Just before their hands met, the Beast lunged forward and grabbed the index and middle fingers of each and bent them sharply backward, breaking all four of them with a loud, wet snap. Christina pulled back her hands, screaming and staring at them.
She was in pain, and it was the first time in her life. She was so busy watching her fingers swell to the size of sausages that she was completely surprised when her left kneecap was shattered a moment later by the Beast?s boot. Rose hit the bloodstained canvas sobbing and wailing for mercy that she wasn?t going to get. She couldn?t even try to ease the suffering in her knee with her hands because they were useless. Rose quieted down after a few seconds when a boot caught her right in the windpipe and knocked her on her back, gagging and coughing. The Beast wanted her quiet and to keep her that way the boot struck again, stomping down into her diaphragm and driving all of the air out of the redhead.
The Beast jumped up and dropped both of her knees onto her victim, bringing another snapping sound as ribs cracked beneath her. She reached down with her yellow hands and grabbed the girl?s breasts in a vicious grip, and then she released them after only a few seconds, sitting back on Rose?s stomach and shaking her head like she was surprised. The Beast had a new idea now and stood, pulling Christina along by the ponytail and dragging her to the corner where she manhandled the girl up and hung her arms over the ropes. A knee hammered into the strip of red pubes to make sure Rose wouldn?t move long enough for the Beast to step back and break her pubic bone with a kick that would make a Rockette proud. Rose couldn?t go anywhere.
Even without her shattered knee and pelvis, her legs had no strength to carry her. She could only whine and cry as she watched the Beast draw back her right arm and drive her stiffened fingers into the tender bottom of her left breast. At their table, Mandy and Paul stared at the slaughter in the ring while she massaged his erect cock and he fingered her dripping cunt. "Oh God, what is she doing now? Look at the blood running down Rose?s chest, Paul. Is she ripping the tit off?" Mandy shifted herself so she was straddling her lover?s legs, her tight silk dress up around her waist, and leaned forward on the table so he could enter her moist pussy from behind while they both watched the fight. As his cock entered Mandy, the Beast?s right hand pulled Rose?s tit upward with a ripping sound and her left hand plunged into the bloody flesh and pulled out a silicone breast implant. As Paul pumped away at her, Mandy gasped out, "I... I... knew those... were... fake!"
The Beast stepped away from her victim with the implant held up for all to see, and Rose hung in the corner, unconscious from the overwhelming pain. Her left breast was a torn sack of flesh on her chest, and blood was pumping out to cover her lower body. Tossing the implant in the air, the Beast caught it and called to her puppy. "Here Pink Pillows! Mistress has a new chew toy for you! Play with the toy, Pillows!" She threw the plastic-filled balloon out of the ring in front of Pink Pillows who hesitated for a split-second before picking up the blood-covered implant with her mouth and shaking it like she was having fun. "Good puppy! I?ll get you another one in case that one breaks!" The Beast stepped back to the unconscious wreck in the corner and grabbed her remaining breast with both hands.
Getting a good tight grip, she twisted the tit like it would unscrew from the girl?s chest, increasing the pressure until the skin tore and the tit was ripped away entirely. Then, she dug her hand into the piece of meat and removed the second implant, dropping the ruined remains of the breast like the garbage it was now and putting the implant by the edge of the ring. Looking back at Rose, the Beast knew the girl would be dead at any moment. She was losing so much blood that it was forming a puddle around her feet. There was one last thing to do. She pulled the limp form out of the corner, wrapping her arms around the head. With a sharp twist, the neck broke so everyone could hear it, but she didn?t stop twisting.
The Beast twisted the head around so it was almost facing backward, accompanied by the gristly popping sounds of bone, cartilage, and tendons breaking. When she was done, the head flopped loosely on the shoulders of the corpse, and she arranged it so it hung over the side of the ring apron. Stepping through the ropes, the Beast jumped down, stomping her foot on the head and ripping it free of the body. She landed on her feet and watched the masked head bounce along the carpeted floor for a few feet and come to rest. Collecting her pet and the spare "chew toy" first, the Beast picked up the head and carried it by the ponytail as she walked out. She stopped by Mandy?s table, where the lovers were on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm. Holding up the head, the Beast said, "I was told you wanted this."
Mandy, eyes closed and gasping, choked out, "Put... on... table." She released one of her hands from its death-grip on the table and reached into the top of her dress. She slapped an Arena check on the table. The club had accounts for the patrons to deposit cash and make out these specially coded checks. They were good only here, and they protected patrons from having their names or bank accounts revealed. "Check... for... agreed... amount!" The Beast put down the head and picked up the check, verifying the proper six-figure amount. She nodded and walked away. A second later, she heard Mandy and Paul both cry out as they rang the bell together. Three months later, cold, green eyes stared out of a glass case as the honeymooners made wild love to each other in their Italian villa. They loved having Christina for an audience.
<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ June 20, 2007 11:39 PM: Message edited by: MikeJV ]</font>
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I have to say that I'm seriously upset at and dissappointed with the members here. 268 views of a great story by, in my opinion, 1 of the best writers it's ever been my pleasure to read and know personally. It's a slap in the face of him and me and I'm not going to stand for it. So starting next month I'm going to close every topc on the board and any new stories so NOBODY can reply to anything, since that's how 90% of you people seem to want it, and nobody will have to worry about not getting a public reply, you can do it by PM.
So it is written, so it shall be done.
MikeJV
<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ June 22, 2007 11:46 AM: Message edited by: MikeJV ]</font>
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I guess since you want a reply, this story was a bit extreme for me. That whole having her head there while they were having sex and snapping her head all the way in the opposite direction then jumping on it to take it off. Not to my personal liking.
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Mike
I am not surprised at the quantity of "reads" and the zero response.
This seems to me to be typical. But I know that there are far more people who visit this group than 300, and that most, like me, hang out for awhile then are out of town and don't get back to visit regularly. Don't be discouraged.
In time the bust buster fans will cycle through and see it. [img]cool.gif[/img]
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Thx Ted. I know there are people here that like this type of story, I've seen them on, posting to other stories in fact, but i figured somebody would reply that liked it, malcore, you Ted, 1 or 2 others, I was pretty surprized is all.
Sorry ya didn't like it Rach, but based on the 2 stories done for you I figured it was a little "over the top" for your taste and I wasn't really expecting a reply from you for it, tho I do want to thankyou for inspiring the 2 that were done for/with you. And I wanna say thankyou for the reply, even if it wasn't your type of story, it was appreciated because you were honest but not rude or mean.
All: As some of you may know I'm a lil emotional about my friends and my things (this board for example) so I'll admit my response was more emotion driven that it should of been, so for that I apologise, but I won't apologise for caring alot about my board and my friends, I was "very popular with the bullies" growing up so i can be kinda defensive sometimes and may overreact occationally... I'm still working on it tho and don't have total control of my emotions yet, so please be patient with me. I'll think about this and let ya know if I change my mind, at the latest I'll let ya know at the end of the month, but more likely it'll be a few days.
MikeJV: Still new at the whole "I'm in charge" thing and comfortable with it yet even after a year. (wow, long comment wasn't it)
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Well *I* didn't reply right away because I was traveling this week. But it was great to see an "oldie by goodie" make its reappearance on the board.
And has it been that long since we have all gathered either here or on your old board MikeJV? Time truly does fly when you are enjoying the ride! [img]wink.gif[/img]
Here's to many more days on the ride!
Cat
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Thanks Cat, you're like me, 1 of the "old timers" from the original fatal board days. Always a pleasure hearing from a fellow story veteran. I coul name the few others, but they know who they are and how much I respect'em.
MikeJV
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A little more extreme than I usually like (Yet I had Tifa's head explode. I dunno. I'm odd and I won't even try to understand it.) but still an absolutely awesome read.
Not to justify the quietness of lurkers but I do have to say that some may be a bit like me and not comment for fear of sounding the same. What I mean to say is that I often find it hard to identify what I like about something and in the past have kept quiet rather than make a generic sounding "Yay!" post.
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Thx malcore, but I'd honestly reather have a generic "I loved/enjoyed it" reply than no reply, even a basic reply/copmment is something atleast to tell me(or another writer) that people enjoyed thier story. Beieve me, a short generic comment is far better than no comment a all.
BTW: I decided already, because of all the great stories posted this month and last, I'm gonna forget about my lil emotional slip andleave things as is.
MikeJV
Feeling better today
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Sorry not to have replied ... I knew that story already and I surely would have replied to a post by jjr9 himself.
My two cents on that story: the storyline around Mandy and Christina is great ... a perfect way to put out your rival. Only that it would be great if Mandy had to suffer the same destiny some weeks or months later. As Malcore said, the head/eye stuff was really extreme, perhaps a bit too much for me.
To the topic of the numbers of replies and the liveliness of this board: of course the number of replies could and should be better. But considering the number of people posting these days and the number of authors writing stories, tihs board is very active if not at its peak these days ... it's worth a look every one or two days ... so it's a great place to visit.
Perhaps some discussions around the subject, for example discussions about what stories we like etc. would lead to more participation. Malcore's polls have been a step forward in that direction.
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Been busying packing and getting everything in line to move on tuesday so I haven't had much chance to read the stories yet.
Very well written story! brutal action as awell! thanks for the repost mike
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Thx. Forgot to mention the other day, I'll be reposting old stories from the old forums, most not as brutal as this story. I'll also be writing a few new stories, starting next month, so watch for'em.
MikeJV
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Sorry, for being absent here so long, but am on the road with little & slow access to internet. Also lost my password & needed to look & find it to be able to respond.
Know this story from previously - good, but a little on the extreme side.
THRILLED to see so many new authors writing here - fantastic!
Meaow
Jessie
