Amy and King- The Hunt

Pig.

Amy was still collecting her breath and voice, so she hoped that the dirty look that she sent up to King was answer enough for his proposal. Fuck his forgiveness. She wasn't going to let King have an ounce of pleasure at her expense.

But at the moment, King was in total control of how things were going. As if to prove it, King grabbed a wrist, stepped over it with a leg, and began to wrench it like he was trying to squeeze juice from it.

And just like that, Amy found her voice again.

“AHHH! FUCK!” Amy was on her knees, eyes tightly shut, helpless to do anything for a moment. The submission hold was doing some real damage; already Amy knew that she wouldn't be able to use it properly again tonight. She'd probably even need to get it some medical attention. Amy was starting to feel as though she'd bitten off a little more than she could chew here; as things stood, she wasn't sure how she'd get out of this mess. King clearly had an idea of how this night would end; Amy needed desperately for those plans to derail.

After several moments of sheer agony, Amy let her panic take over. Her free hand began to drill itself into King's thighs; she only needed King to loosen up for a moment to get free and scramble away. She needed a fucking weapon.

King doesnt have much time to deal with this girl for too long, he could have his way with someone all night long but after a long chase, after a long hide-n-seek, after a long effort on trying to crushes her by his own deadly hands, he had enough of her and want to weaken the girl long enough before sending her to dreamland filled with nightmare that would scarred her for life.

Starting off is with her wrist being clamped between his strong thighs and start inflicting that tiny wrist, twisting and bout as she screaming out loud trying to get it out of his grip, yet his strong hands were on it unable for her to get out but when she slamming her fist into his thigh, she could hear him grunt making him annoyed a little. "Grrrr! Want your ass handed now?!"

King tries to lift his leg over her arm so he could turn himself around and facing her, hoping to get his free hand around her scrawny little neck hoping to use it to lift her up show her he is something she should fear of.

Oh good, King stopped twisting her wrist. Amy took a moment to nurse her injured -injured? -hand. She touched it gingerly with her good hand, and immediately drew it back. Yup, definitely injured. Goddamn. As if beating King up wasn't already hard enough.

But King didn't release her wrist. Amy ought to have taken the moment to try and escape, because, in the next, King reached out and grabbed her by the throat. Again. And Amy's feet left the air. Her hands came up to his wrist again, using it as a bar to pull up her weight with her hands. Her legs began to kick forward, not aiming at anything in particular, just a desperate struggle to get free.

King growls as the beast gotten hold of her throat pulling the girl up just glaring into her eyes which she desperately kicking at him, hitting his body and legs, thankfully none in between, he chuckles lightly under his mask and said. "How much longer can you withstand my assaults?!"

The beast tries to pull her backward and draping her across his shoulders to lift her up, grabbing her thigh and giving her body a one hard pull stretching her hard in his back bending Torture Rack.

How much longer indeed? Amy was scrappy; she could take a lot of punishment before needing a break. But usually there was some sort of give and take. With a monster like King in a secluded arena like this, it wasn't stamina that she needed; it was hope, and hope was proving to be a precious and quickly dwindling resource.

King took away another chunk of Amy's reserves when he hoisted her up across his shoulders, one hand pulling down on her thigh and the other pulling her head back by the chin. The pain pushed her past some threshold, and Amy shrieked; the sound pierced through the still air, echoing about the whole site. Amy kicked her legs, twisted her shoulders, flailed her arms- did anything- to escape the hold, but King's grip was secure. It was no use; King was too big, and Amy was outclassed. She couldn't reach anything from this position. She couldn't even claw at his eyes because of that fucking stupid ma...

Wait.

With a tortured effort, she reached over and grabbed that stupid fucking mask by the stupid fucking leopard snout, threatening for a moment, perhaps, to unmask King- that was a big deal to these guys, right? But in the next moment, she'd reveal that she'd removed her OC spray from out of her pocket and proceed to unload hell all over his face through the leopard's mouth, courtesy of Mace Security International, Inc.

King is now getting Amy up onto his shoulders where he gets his filthy hands on her chin and thigh, jerking her painfully backward as she can screams all she wants in the middle of the night, no one can save her where shes in, not even herself, forcing the girl back to stretch out as much as wet noodles, people here sure loves em so much.

He was thinking while holding her up of what he could do to her next, maybe a big slam enough to stun the girl and the beast could strip her clothes off and have his fun with that fine body, that would at least repay for what she did to him way way back in the parking lot, a mighty fine fee to pay.

"Ready to have some REAL fun? What the---- hey! GAHHHH!" King felt his mask getting grabbed and pulled back enough for that girl to spray something that reacts to his eyes and nose and mouth, just making all his senses fucked up, instantly letting her go and gasping for air but stubborn to take his mask off, all he is doing now is shaking his head and using his hands to swat his mask to get the fume out, coughing along the way. "UGHHH! FUCK!"

That was it. Her nuclear option. Her eject button. Her ace in the hole. The pepper spray got her off of his shoulders, but, if she couldn't put him down here, then she was done for.

Her body groaned when her feet touched the floor, but she ignored the warning bells from her nervous system and instead desperately flicked her eyes from left to right. Finally, a plan began to take shape. It wasn't a good plan, but it was a plan.

Step one: Amy took a step back, then rushed King from behind and tried to hit him with a dropkick. The force to a man his size might have been laughable in most other circumstances, but she was willing to bet that she could knock him forward while his eyes were on fire.

King coughing and wheezing in his mask covered and filled with those spray just makes it worst for him to catch any breaths at all, refuses to take off his mask but does using it to get a hold of and pulling in and out filtering it the best he can puffer the smell out. "FUCK!"

While being distracted he didnt know that Amy was ready and charging for him aiming for a big dropkick right against his back knocking him down to the ground. "Urgh!" He went down like a ton of bricks, dropped down on all fours still struggling to breath, the bitch really got him good and he hating it. "URGHHH! DAMNIT! COUGH!"

If they were having this fight in the ring, Amy might have taken a moment to swing her foot into King's face just then- just a nice quick toe kick aimed right where she imagined his ugly face to be. The kick might have burst King's nose, it might have knocked in some teeth, it might just have gotten him angrier; but it would definitely have exciting for the crowd, and she'd have plenty of time after to continue on her way to pick up that ladder or steel chair or whatever weapon she would have been on her way to fetch.

But they weren't- there was no crowd to work up, there was no handy kendo stick on the far side of the construction site, and there was no ref to stop things once they got too far- so she didn't. There just wasn't the time to hit with anything other than debilitating force; she needed to put King down, she needed to do it quick, and she needed to do it with extreme prejudice, so she ran as quickly as she could to the scaffolding with the toolbox on top of it. She grasped the two legs and grit her teeth as she began to push it over.

The scaffolding was made of aluminum and towered 8 meters high. It took some doing, but it began to tilt, leaning out dangerously toward where King was still crying out on all fours from the pepper spray. Debris and other sundry rained down off of the shelves, but, more importantly, the toolbox began to lose its battle with gravity, too, sliding stubbornly along the top plank. With a final grunt, Amy pushed it past its rotational threshold and released the bars. Then she turned to watch as the metal structure and all it was carrying topple toward her enormous foe.

King is in serious trouble with the residue still seeping out from his mask just smothering his face, unable to breath nor see nor even to breath, just completely putting him in, a very very rare event, helplessly immobilized on the floor in the construction site, not what he was expecting of her to pepper spray his face like that.

Hoping that the huge gust of wind would come by and blow some of the smell away or even having some water to wash it off but non even came or close access for him, clearly not his day at all. 

Still hoping he could get to his feet but by the time he could try, Amy coming in to do something on him, from above, hearing some metal clanging coming down above him as he tries to turn his head to look up, obviously he couldnt see, and all the metal structures come pouring down above him burying the monster beast right under. "GAHHHH!" Which is the last thing coming out of his mouth, aside from groaning and laying under the pile of metal.