Allison Watson Vs. Bonnie Gastin: Rematch!

Mercy was still reeling from the powerbomb, barely conscious as Bonnie was yanked out from under her and harshly abused. Mercy barely even noticed, even as her own legs were splayed open until something was causing Friction between her legs.

"Ahhaahh..."

Mercy's eyes widened and her mouth opened but only words came out. Mercy looked at Allison with fear in her eyes, deriving only the forced pleasure that she couldn't control and hated utterly. She turned her head away from Allison, only to feel the cold grip on her throat. Mercy shut her eyes tightly and gurgled as her body mechanically shifted against the canvas with each thrust.

One hand weakly flopped onto Allison's wrist as some token gesture of resistance while her free hand flopped wildly about like a dead fish, trying to pantomime any kind of signal for help.

Still near breathless from bomb she had taken thanks to Allison, In addition to her hurt womanhood, Bonnie squirmed around, trying her best to get back up on her feet if she could manage to move the little paralegal that was underneath her. "M-Mer..." She tried to ask if Mercy was alright, but she didn't get long to try as Allison came to help her be free from under Mercy

It was help that Bonnie could have done without as Allison grabbed Bonnie's ankles and spread her legs before hitting her with a barrage of cruel, relentless stops. "ACK! NYA! HNN! NHH UNNNHH!!!" Bonnie cried, whined, screamed and groaned as she was mercilessly struck over and over before she was flung aside, flopping and curling into a heap as tears ran down her face.

She was curled into a ball, holding her crotch as held back as many tears as she could, barely hearing or noticing Allison until she looked up to see her foe, grinding her freaking crotch against Mercy's while choking her! Rocking the limp paralegal that was being grounded upon, unable to get away.

Bonnie's jaw dropped instantly. Allison was fucking Mercy. Her cheeks flushed instantly before her expression narrowed into one of disgust, anger and remorse.

"M-M...Mer.... S-Stooop...." Bonnie groaned wearily, unable to even crawl or drag herself over to Allison to save her friend, instead forced to watch with tears in her eyes and weary anger as her brother's love, a friend she cared deeply for, had stoop up to Allison and was now being humiliatingly violated by the cold hearted witch!

"A-Allii.....S-Sonnnn...." Bonnie whined, extending her arm towards Allison like she wanted to pull her off Mercy.

Allison ignored Bonnie and focused all her attention on the wriggling, pink-haired girl beneath her. The wild sneer on her face hid nothing.

She grasped Mercy's throat with both hands and stood up, lifting the petite girl up with her, and then grabbed her waist and hoisted her up in the air, as high as she could get her. She dropped down and planted Mercy on her knee, coming up between her legs, before tossing her aside like garbage.

"Do you like my work, Sarah?" She raved, bending down as she stalked toward Bonnie. She looked less like an elegant, statuesque queen, and more like a violent lunatic. "The emotion, Sarah. The tragedy and the panic, do you see it? Can you hear them break? Let me teach you."

She burst into a full sprint at Bonnie as she was sprawled on the mat, and delivered a vicious soccer kick directly to the girl's face that made the crowd hold their breath and cringe and turn away. Then, from the ring, there was the sound of Allison laughing again, an easy sound like it was a pretty spring day and she hadn't a care in the whole world.

Mercy was caught somewhere between a lack of oxygen and forced pleasure as Allison pulled her up, only to be flooded with pain as she crashed into Allison's knee. The only reprieve from the blasting pain between her legs was that her mind was also focused on taking deep breaths.

She was dumped off of Allison and rolled. Her eyes were crossed and her mouth was open but she still crawled towards the ropes and hung herself over them like so much laundry. While her body sagged, her glassy eyes looked at the timekeeper and she raised her hand in the air and wiggled her arm limply. She doubted that officially disqualifying Allison would really stop the woman but maybe now, someone else might come in and save her and Bonnie before the mad woman did worse to them.

Maybe Taylor? or... why didn't she have more friends? Clyde? Mercy collapsed against the ropes as her arms dangled.

Music began to play but but it was no one in Mercy's clouded mind that she was desiring. Instead, Jocelyn was now walking down the ramp.

She still looked elegant but she had kicked off her shoes and was now barefoot but still carrying her handbag in one arm. She seemed to wear no particular facial expression and, indeed, looked quite cool and confident, almost apathetic as she made her way towards the ring.

Bonnie watched in horror as Allison humiliated Mercy before giving her a sick and brutal atomic drop. "N-NOOO!!" Bonnie cried for her friend before Allison dropped her onto her knee, leaving Bonnie to wince in sympathy immediately.

And now Allison was making her way towards Bonnie, the girl scowled as she heard those vile ugly words, talking like a lunatic while bearing these frightening insane eyes.

"You're... The devil..." Bonnie craoked before Allison came running in to deliver a horrid kick right across Bonnie's face that sent her head whipping back, blood spitting from her mouth, her head turned to the side, showing her bruised, puffy cheek as she lay sprawled out on the mat. Unconscious.

Allison gazed down at Bonnie's still form and admired her work. She licked her lips and bent down over her, her fingers deftly undoing Bonnie's corset top before she yanked it open. It was so much like the one she wore years ago... Allison was impressed.

She grabbed onto it and began to roughly pull it off of the limp blonde when Jocelyn's music began. She stood upright and turned to face the ramp with a big, self-satisfied Cheshire grin.

"Jocelyn!" She exclaimed, and spread her arms out wide. "I was just thinking, looking at all this. Imagine all the things we could do... together!"

Jocelyn slipped into the ring while Allison spoke and turned to see the wild eyed, grinning Brit with her hands outstretched. Jocelyn was cool as she stepped forward. "That sounds wonderful." She said, trying to suppress her accent and even consciously replacing a word like "ripper" with wonderful.

"I got a present for you while I was away." She said and opened her hand bag. She reached inside of it and began to fish around.

After a moment, Jocelyn pulled out her hand. In it was a chain wrapped fist clutching a diamond studded collar. She held up her hand to show Allison and then lunged forward to try and slam her bare heel in between Allison's legs.

Allison's lack of concern for her own safety was as much a dare as anything else, one Jocelyn took without hesitation. Allison couldn't have stopped the sudden kick if she tried, and it made her jump off the mat slightly before dropping down to her knees, her upper body folded over with her forehead on the mat. She covered her crotch with both hands while she struggled to keep her focus through the agony.

"I think..." She struggled to say, as she forced herself to pick her head up enough to look at Jocelyn. "That would look lovely on you."

Jocelyn pulled her fist back and then slung it forward to crack her metal wrapped fist into Allison's jaw. She didn't have a sadistic smile, or any smile. Nor did she look angry. The lack of emotion on her face while she continued to assault Allison was as eerie as Allison's own behavior.

Allison's head snapped violently to the side and then flattened out on the mat. Quickly, blood began to pool beneath her. She groaned, only barely conscious, with her eyes closed and her arms stuck beneath her as she couldn't find the strength to move.