BUKKAKE BRAWL (an online serial novella)
Part 1
The crowd roared, the spittle from their frothing muzzles creating a fine mist that mixed with Mei’s sweat and the blood from the cut above her left eye.
The cut burn with a maddening man-made piss-crackle fire. Was the jackhole in front of her hopped up on Accelerated NanoHerpes!?
She body-slammed him and placed his nuts in a crusher hold that took him out of the match. Better safe than sorry.
ANH wasn’t illegal, but it puckered her sphincter nonetheless. Bukkake Brawl rules: no traditional weapons. Otherwise, have at.
DNA hacks, mouth sacs, cyborg enhancements, skin mods, pheromone differentials. Customer-contestants should spend so much on their cocks.
Bukkake Brawl: the fiendishly genius marriage of extreme sports and porn. Rough, muff, and tumble.
Three scantily clad women, a.k.a. the Jizzabels, step into a wrestling pit and take on all-cumers.
It attracts college kids, weirdoes, macho assholes, perverts, cherry boys, misogynists and a mishmash there of. No licenses required.
They are the Jackals. A mob of howling, mad-dog contestants ready to hump anything that moves. Including the occasional stray cambot.
Jackals pony up ¥25000 each for a chance in the pit. An entry fee that doesn’t actually guarantee anything.
They must survive the Prelims where hopefuls eliminate two-thirds of their own number before the Jizzabels even enter the pit.
Losers are consoled with a membership in the Circle Jerks, the group of men who do just that if the Jizzabels can be defeated in the Homban.
No touchy-touchy or fuckee-fuckee, just stand over the winners and pull their dinkie twinkies until they blow wad over the hostess ho-hos.
Prelims are fierce; a straight-up street brawl for pussy. But it pales compared to Homban, The Real Deal. The crème de la crème of brawling.
While the Prelims resulted in the weak being hurled from the ring like sad sacks of pig shit. Homban was blood, sweat, tears and semen.
Gallons of semen.
Homban was where it all potentially paid off for the Jackals. If the Jizzabels lost, every man still standing got their yank and yearn.
The Jizzabels were submitted to every moan, groan, grunt and white explosion of hair-gobbing, mouth-filling, pussy-drenching spoo.
Name of the game baby. There is no maybe.
Televised globally, Bukkake Brawl was where women became adored idols, and cherry boys became men!
Lights. Action. Hover-botcams. Spectators. Screaming fists. And more fluids than any girl ever wanted to swallow.
Re-orientating herself, Mei let the mayhem of her forced profession wash over her.
The air was the acrid; heavy with the dried-squid stink snack-breath of fans rabidly exhaling over her from their stadium seating above.
Bukkake Brawl pits were thrice times the size of the average Bare-knuckle Boxing ring.
Large enough to allow the Jackals and Jizzabels go to work on each other. Cozy enough to allow the fans above to drool on them.
To her left, Catgirl Mon was down under the weight of a heavy pinning her shoulders while a second helicoptered on her raised haunches.
It was too late to try and save Mon. Penetration had been made. Fuck!
Mei took her frustration out on a nearby Jackal with an impolite chop to the Adam’s apple. He gakked, jerked once and stayed down.
An announcer w00ted and ran comment on Mei’s fighting stats. The urge to jump the wall and make him a stat was overwhelming.
Instead she took a misplaced left hook that clipped her ear, catching her in the side of the head.
She retaliated with a pile driver and raised her fists defiantly. ‘You hit like your mother bitch! At least she could ride face!”
It was then that she caught sight of Tahna eating several jackhammer blows to the stomach in quick succession. Pneumos!
She curse-winced as the large-breasted, blonde Slav went down with a sickened wheeze and didn’t get up. Drool pooled from open mouth.
The Jackals locust-swarmed. Mei knew it was only moments before they devoured her clothes and reaped their reward.
Mei wasn’t in the mood to play the flesh flute for anyone tonight, and Tahna was a friend.
It wasn’t too late to save her. Penetration hadn’t been made yet. If Mei could clear a path…
Jumping into the fray, she dropped to her hands in a well-timed whipkick that jacked an opponent’s legs out from under him.
Now pure adrenaline, she stood, took a running start and timed a grab to a second Jackal’s head as she brought her knees up.
The crack-reply told her he wouldn’t be getting up any time soon.
A third Jackal was already fingering Tahna through the thin, sweaty spandex that outlined the woman’s vulva.
Mei twisted her fingers through his hair and was making to wrench a gaping tuff out when an arm snaked around from behind her.
Fuck. Sleeper Hold!
She shattered two ribs with a reinforced elbow. Scream replaced the arm.
But her struggle was brief as she ate two hardened clean shots from other sources: one to the kidneys, another to the solar-plexus.
Dry-heave. Stumble backwards. Struggle for air. Choking panic! A cheap shot to the throat blurs her vision with tears and anger.
Phantoms filled her blurring vision hyena-barked, dancing, flitting about her weaving form. Poking. Teasing.
“Fagbots!” she thinks she screams, lashing out with flailing fists. No avail.
A pair of arms locked under her chin, wrenching it backwards. The unforgiving lights above bleach her already teary vision.
Jackals everywhere! No escape! Panic seeped into her mind like chilled industrial sludge eating at the lining of clear thought.
Hastily she dropped to one knee to work a little magic only to be stopped cold by a steeled kick to the gut.
The unfriendly taste of bile filled her mouth.
A midget with a grin the girth of the Gobi Desert chuckled as he used the body of a downed compatriot as a pedestal.
His eyes were filled with a terrible greed that infected his breath the odor of darkness. A cold chill ran down Mei’s spine.
He took her head in his hands and kissed her on the nose, and then took her windpipe in a hold that slowly closed it off.
She struggled, but knew it was too late. Sickening black swirls teased at her gray matter. Merciless, nasty black bugs giggling torturously.
Good night sweet princess, the midget’s eyes danced with a mischievous hate-filled glee.
“No…” Her plea was a no more than a strained, desperate gasp.
Yes, the midget smiled. His large forehead went back in a cackle, and then came down in a scream.
The sound of her nose breaking was the last thing Mei heard before she succumbed to the outskirts of consciousness.
BUKKAKE BRAWL is a hyperviolent, blood-soaked, online serial novella with sex-as-sport, body-mod and cyberpunk themes @ http://bit.ly/8BoDJt
