Angel of Death

 


USAngel runs down the aisle... vaulting into the air... spreading her costume's wings to fly over the ropes... flipping to her feet in the center of the ring as the crowd in Rapid City cheers... anxious for her chance to redeem herself against La Aguila... the amazing champion luchadoress who dominated her in Mexico... blinking as a huge masked man appears in her place...

The announcer telling the story in English and Spanish... the crowd gasps... some already knowing all about it... El Muerte won a battle against La Aguila one day ago in this very ring... and she was carried off in a coffin by the massive masked wrestler... his trademark... she had not been seen since... like many other of El Muerte’s defeated foes...

USAngel blinks as the huge man climbs the stairs and she hears the story... the whole ring rattles as he vaults over the ropes... taking a puff on his cigar before making his challenge... the announcer translating... "El Muerte challenges USAngel to a match to save La Aguila... if Angel wins he will free La Aguila... but if Angel loses she will join La Aguila in her fate..." Angel gulps and nods...

The huge wrestler grinning under his mask... tossing the cigar to one side... and taking a fighting stance... eyes narrowing under the purple skull mask... growling...

USAngel is hopelessly outweighed... but it won't be the first time... and she has to try to rescue her sister champion from this monster of a man... running forward... powerful legs shimmering as they launch her into a 123 kick... aiming her footies at chest chin and cheek in rapid succession... with the intent of flipping away from the last...

El Muerte timing your approach... bringing his fists together... aiming to catch you between them... even as your feet strike home... forcing him back a step... snapping his head to one side... forcing a snarl of pain from the huge man...

USAngel oophs as she is caught between converging fists... the sound of impact like the crack of a gunshot... the crowd gasping as the heroine in the white leotard lurches... then tumbles to the canvas at El Muerte's feet... grimacing as she rolls to hands and knees... reaching between his legs for the ropes...

El Muerte growling like a massive bear... aiming a boot for your ribs... in a powerful swing... the crowd shocked at the huge man's brutality... murmuring to themselves... a couple of brutal audience members cheering him on loudly...

USAngel grunts again as she doubles over the boot... limbs flailing as she is propelled into the air... rotating four full revolutions before landing back on the canvas in the middle of the ring and sprawling... she gurgles as she struggles to her knees... clutching at her midsection as she looks up... wincing in obvious pain...

El Muerte showing no mercy... advancing... eyes narrow... moving closer... then leaping... in a brutal elbow drop... aiming his elbow down to impact on the back of your head... bringing all his weight down...

USAngel rolls aside and out of the way as the elbow comes crashing down... rattling the whole ring... and hopefully El Muerte as well... Angel pulls herself up on the ropes and spins... desperate to take advantage of any brief opening she might have... wrapping an arm around the masked head as it rises... trying to run him into the turnbuckle with a side headlock...

The big man taken by surprise my the maneuver... the head smashing hard against the turnbuckle... forcing a howl of pain out of the mask... a dark red stain appearing on the white skull as the big man roars...

USAngel holds on tight even as the man roars angrily... his cheek pressed to the sweaty shape of her left breast... her nimble feet walk up the ropes like a ladder... arm still wrapped tightly around his head as she flings her stout body into space... trying to use her momentum and weight to drive the masked face into the mat as she descends...

El Muerte's face slamming into the mat... hard enough to make the crowd wince... and shudder... even as he reaches... aiming to grab hold of anything he can... such as your costume... yanking at it in an attempt to throw you off balance...

USAngel realizes she can likely never pin this huge man... he would easily power out... so she starts to go for a submission hold... reaching for a wrist and an ankle as she sits on the downed man's back... but she never gets to bend it back... as his other hand catches hold of her leotard and flings her off... she rolls across the ring and somersaults to her feet in a ready stance...

The big man rising from the mat... eyes filled with rage... most of your leotard still in his grip... shredded... growling through the bloodied mask... then charging...

USAngel blinks at the sight of her leotard in his huge hand... gaping as she looks down... confirming she is naked but for her sheer tights... her bare boobs bobbling about... even more wildly as she is hit by a charging shoulder... her stout little legs kicking wildly as she is lifted into the air...

The monstrous wrestler slamming you into the turnbuckle... then attempting to grab you by the throat in one huge hand... and slam you down onto the canvas... roaring with rage all the while... as the crowd gasp...

USAngel gurks as El Muerte's fingers tighten about her throat... her own gloves hands reach up to grasp his wrists... but she cannot begin to overpower this monster... her legs fail as they come up and she is throat-slammed... landing with a smack... obviously dazed as the man picks her up... bearhugging her upside down as he climbs the corner to use his finishing move...

The big man snarling... and using his Tombstone finisher... leaping off the corner post... to bring down all his weight on your trapped body... and crunch you into oblivion...

USAngel shakes her head as she realizes what is about to happen... at least until her head is trapped between the man's knees... still holding her inverted as he drives her head into the canvas with all his weight... her body goes limb on impact... he lets her go and she falls over like a tombstone... laid out next to naked and unmoving on the canvas...

The big man snarling at the shocked audience... then picking you up and carrying you over a shoulder... kneading your bottom... teasing fingers between your thighs as he carries you out of the ring... towards a waiting coffin... laying you in the wooden box as the audience look on in horror... El Muerte claiming another victim...

USAngel flops around in the mauling hands of El Muerte as if she might already be dead... her tights soaked through and clinging obscenely to the shape of her upturned sex... fingers gripping into the tight cleft there... plopping down in the coffin like a rag doll... for the moment blissfully unaware she is to share La Aguila's fate... and that the hushed silence of her fans has given way to catcalls and jeers...

El Muerte snarls... growling like an animal at the audience... before hoisting the coffin easily to his shoulders... carrying you away... to who knows what...

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USAngel coming out of unconsciousness... feeling cold metal at her wrists and ankles... opening her eyes wide with a gasp... finding herself in a shack somewhere in the badlands... lit by a roaring fire... her costume hanging on the wall with many others... realizing she’s chained to the opposite wall... ankles chained to wrists above her head... her pantyhose stuffed in her mouth... muffled screaming coming from her left...

USAngel gulps as she realizes she has been secured in a most humiliating position... her exposed pout upturned... her breasts jutting forward... she gags on her pantyhose as she turns her head to the sound of the scream... choking... unable to spit the wad of nylon out since it has been tied in place... gulping at the sight...

The monstrous wrestler El Muerte... naked but for his mask... roughly forcing a massive member into La Aguila... naked and chained up like yourself... her ass brutally penetrated as she screams into her own panties... the marks on her body showing that she's undergone such treatment ever since her defeat... El Muerte turning his head... looking at you with red eyes... growling... letting you know that you are next...

USAngel blinks... but cannot turn away... those red eyes... inhuman... a tingling sense of dread runs through her like a shiver... she begins to pant for air and rattles her chains... managing to do nothing more than squeeze the tight pucker of her smooth pale pussy lips tightly together... as if to hide the moist tunnel beyond...

The massive wrestler snarling... and then erupting... evidently releasing as he pounds his immense member into La Aguila's tight star... leaving her panting... sweat dripping from her... seemingly broken as the huge man-monster tugs his gigantic phallus free of her... presenting it to your wide, terrified eyes...

USAngel now looks away as she feels the heat rush to her cheeks... surely this can't be happening... she blinks at the costumes hanging on the opposite wall... her own... La Aguila's mask... and more... did all the missing wrestlers suffer this fate... or just she and La Aguila... she strains again but the chains are secure... she sniffles...

The huge man stepping towards you as La Aguila sobs... his massive hands gripping and groping... squeezing... the tip of his immense member stroking against your folds as his red eyes meet yours... narrowing... even as you hear a sound from outside... like a scream or a sob... but seemingly coming from underground... through six feet of earth...

USAngel shakes her head forlornly as those eyes hold hers... gulping as cruel hands grope... twitching as the huge cock rubs against her tight slit... looking down... the head of it comes up past her belly button... she hears a distant scream... almost like something subconscious... quickly drowned out by the thumping of her heart... she shudders...

The monster thrusting... impaling you on the huge phallus in one motion... stretching you almost beyond your limits... nothing human in his eyes as he continues to grip and pinch... molesting and squeezing your flesh even as he plunders you brutally... crunching you to your core...

USAngel grunts as her body lurches... her eyes bulging... she tries to scream... the result is a muffled whimper... her flesh becomes bathed in a cold sweat almost immediately... the slapping sound against her plump rump becoming wetter by the second... as it reverberates off the walls...

The wrestler growling... then roaring... as he pounds harder... rougher... gripping your throat in one huge hand and squeezing... slamming into you even more brutally... as if intending to pound the fight out of you... red eyes boiling into yours... nothing human in them...

USAngel gurks and gurgles... struggling to breathe as she is punched in the gut by his fist of a cock... over and over... his sweaty loins crushing hers to the wall behind... glistening with sweat as her desperate flesh instinctively finds his rhythm and begins to hump it... as if her very survival depended on it... chains rattling...

His breath stinking of something foul as he looms in your face... suddenly removing his monster cock from your now-gaping cunt... moving to your tight star... not giving you time to prepare before he slams in... brutally taking your ass with another pounding thrust... red eyes without mercy as he squeezes your throat tighter... not allowing you to breathe...

USAngel stares into his eyes even as the smell of old cigars fills her nostrils like the scent of something dead... her face contorted in anguish as her anus is ripped open... her rectum punched... the agony excruciating... even as her own cum oozes from the folds of her cunt... her stare growing distant... her eyes rolling back...

El Muerte growling... releasing another torrent of hot seed into you... then stepping back... still stiff... seemingly never tiring... as he looks over both his captives... dragging a single coffin into the middle of the room... then moving to unchain La Aguila from the wall...

USAngel hangs there limply... tears streaming from distant eyes... watching as if from outside her own glistening body... drooling down her chin... over her breasts... and down her thighs... a mixture of juices pooling on the floor... at some level wondering if this El Muerte is the angel of death...

El Muerte dragging La Aguila off the wall... swiftly binding her arms behind her back with the same chains... her legs tightly together... then laying her down in the coffin... watching her struggle weakly for a moment... eyes wide... as if she knows what's coming... before turning to you... reaching for your chains...

USAngel tries to will herself to fight as she is released from the wall... but her limbs are like rubber... the ordeal having weakened her too much... helpless as her naked body is dragged across the floor by the ponytail... nipples rubbing roughly against the floor... loose chains rattling... huge hands gripping her flesh as El Muerte kneels to bind her...

The chains wrapping around your arms and legs... binding you securely... before you're laid down on top of La Aguila... your terrified eyes meeting hers... as El Muerte pushes the lid down... squashing you both together... hearts hammering together like the sound of the nails hammered into the wooden coffin lid...

USAngel slumps against the larger woman as the coffin is dragged away... wriggling about a bit at the sensation of being lowered into a hole... squirming frantically at the sound of shoveled dirt landing over their heads... each woman struggling with her chains as the press of their flesh makes it like an oven in their tiny pitch dark space...

A tiny draft coming from a hole in the lid... a pipe running to the surface... as more and more dirt thunders down onto the lid... a muffled sob coming from nearby... as you realize the horrible truth... that you are now part of a graveyard of abducted women... that El Muerte digs up for his use when he wishes... leaving them buried alive the rest of the time...

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USAngel adds her own muffled sobs to the chorus... shifting around until a sharp nail scratches her face... she lets it catch her nylon gag and pull it from her mouth... whispering... "La Aguila... listen to me... por favor... we must unchain each other... let me roll this way... you roll... yes... that's the idea..." the two women rubbing against seemingly every inch of each other to accomplish this task...

The nail scratching occasionally as flesh presses against flesh... the dirt continuing to fall... as finally her fingers reach your chains... managing to loosen them slightly... enough for your to get a hand free...

USAngel frees one hand and then another... the work slow and sweaty in the cramped space... as she La Aguila work to extricate themselves from the chains... both bathed in sweat and involuntarily excited by the time they are finally free... the heroines holding hands as they get their legs under them... pressing backs upwards against the wooden lid... like doing squats in the gym... drawing strength from each other... lifting together...

The grave luckily fresh... four feet of loose dirt... enough to just about shift... as the wood creeks... the nails popping out one by one... loose earth flooding into the cramped coffin...

The two women hoisting the lid together... loose earth pushed aside as well as flowing about their legs... a half ton becoming a quarter ton... then less... as they come to their feet... something neither one of them alone could have possibly done... tossing the lid aside... two naked women swimming out of a hole full of loose dirt... Angel snatching up the air pipe... twirling it...

Lights on in the shack... but no sign El Muerte heard your escape... presumably he's looking over his collection of costumes... wondering which heroine to dig up next for his perverted pleasure...

USAngel hears a moan... looks at La Aguila and sighs... "We can't leave them buried... we have to help them..." the Mexican champion nodding... reaching for the shovel and going to work... as muscular as ever... but much less intimidating without her mask... fear etched into her face... piling dirt over an empty coffin waiting for yet another victim... Angel joins the digging... her eyes constantly checking the shack...

Growls and grunts coming from the shack as you dig up one grave... freeing another wrestler... no way of telling who without the costume... although La Aguila might recognize her... her eyes wide... half-mad with fear... dozens more buried all around... as you hear the sound of a costume being torn from the wall... and the creaking of the shack's back door...

USAngel spins the length of pipe... the unknown wrestler kneeling in the dirt... shaking her head... "Oh mi dios! Oh mi dios!" La Aguila's voice follows in a shakey whisper... "He already defeated all of us before... we have no chance against that monster... what do we do?" The unknown woman answers the question by taking off running...

The huge wrestler appearing framed in the doorway... eyes narrowing as he sees two of his graves dug up... and two of his heroines loose... snarling deep in his throat... and taking a fighting stance... red eyes seeming to glow in the half-light of the shack...

USAngel clutches the length of pipe in her hands with whitened knuckles... her flesh grimy... but sweaty enough to glisten in the moonlight... she looks at La Aguila and rolls her eyes toward the running girl... "Go with her... get help... bring the authorities back here... I'll keep him busy..." nodding... "Go! Now!"

La Aguila hesitating a moment... but realizing that someone has to let the police know what's been happening... fleeing as El Muerte focuses on you... charging... keeping his eyes on the pipe as he reaches out for you with his massive paws...

USAngel knows that she must give the others time to escape if nothing else... twisting away from the reaching hands... twirling the pipe like a staff... calling on the training she has received for her TV show... bringing the pipe around in an arc at El Muerte's head... "This time I've got my weapon!"

The pipe connecting against the back of the big brute's skull with a resounding clang... sending him stumbling forward a couple of paces... pain in the red eyes when he turns around... growling like a maddened bull... lashing out with one massive fist... aimed for your midsection...

USAngel is encouraged by the solid strike of the pipe to the masked man's head... blinking that he does not go down... gulping... gaping as he turns... barely remembering to deflect the fist with the pipe... somehow brushing it aside as she steps inside... and thrusts a blunt end into his midsection...

The pipe actually dented by the blow... before the end jabs... hitting him right in the gut... forcing him to choke out air... and step back again... the huge man snarling... roaring... in the middle of a small forest of air pipes... mewls and moans coming from below as he swipes his hand again... trying to grab hold of the pipe this time...

USAngel spins the pipe to strike El Muerte on the knee... hoping to chop him down... one knee buckles... but his hand also grasps her weapon... she gasps and immediately tries to jerk it away... his grip doesn't budge... his second hand grasps the pipe as well... Angel refuses to give up her weapon and is swung up and over... dashed to the pile of loose dirt from the grave she and La Aguila dug up... on the other side of El Muerte...

El Muerte chuckles... pushing with the pipe... attempting to pin you with it... pushing you down into the pile of dirt... or perhaps skewer you... his red eyes meeting yours... savoring your distress as his chuckle becomes a growling, animal laugh...

USAngel squeals in terror as the end of the pipe is driven into her midsection... her hands still grip it but she cannot compete with the power of the massive wrestler... her legs kick wildly as she is driven down into the soft earth... her bare breasts jumping madly about as she struggles... her efforts in fact causing her to sink deeper and deeper...

El Muerte's laughter ringing in your ears as you sink down... deeper and deeper into the soft earth... the pressure of the staff making it seem almost like quicksand... soon only your bare feet and head above the surface... as Muerte continues to push... his aim seemingly either to bury you alive all over again... or pin you like a butterfly...

USAngel is pushed into the mound next to the open grave... shaking her head frantically to keep from choking on loose earth as it engulfs her... her wriggling backside hits the coffin lid under the dirt... dirt that is working into every curve and crevice of her sweaty body as she writhes... croaking out a scream as El Muerte keeps up the pressure... threatening to drive the pipe right through her abdomen...

El Muerte continuing to push... then thrusting hard... fortunately the lid of the coffin snapping in two before your bellybutton is pierced the hard way... the effect the same from above... a sudden lack of resistance... El Muerte chuckling as he lets go of the pipe... assuming you've been skewered... even as you find yourself lying in an empty coffin... waiting for Muerte's next match perhaps...

USAngel sputters as the pressure on the pipe is withdrawn... pretty sure she has internal injuries... but thankful to be alive... even buried in dirt... out of which she frantically begins trying to swim... desperate for air... regardless of what may wait her above...

Your head poking up out of the earth... which slides away silently... El Muerte walking back towards the shack... a coil of garden hose next to it... connected to a tap... a chill running through you as you realize he plans to flood the graves... to eliminate witnesses perhaps...

USAngel crawls free of the loose earth on hands and knees... covered in a sheen of mud from head to toe... still choking up clods... clutching at her midsection as she stands... snatching up the shovel and staggering forward with a determined grimace... acting like she IS a the superheroine she plays on DDSTV...

El Muerte not sensing your approach... thinking you dead... not turning until you're almost upon him... and then only having time for red eyes to grow wide... the grunt from beneath his mask seeming almost something like an acknowledgement...

USAngel brings the flat of the shovel around with all the strength she can muster... she feels the handle vibrate in her hands from the ringing impact to the masked head... El Muerte blinks eyes... the red seeming to flicker out... he stumbles... drops to his knees... shakes his head... the red glow returning... as he roars in anger... "Ohmygawd... he's inhuman!"

The man-monster slowly rising to his feet... red eyes narrowing... stumbling towards you... hands reaching out... almost like a zombie... taking slow steps forward...

USAngel backs away in terror... like a naked girl in a zombie movie being stalked through a graveyard... only it is all too real... shaking her head at the horror of El Muerte as he shuffles after her... nearly backpedaling into the open grave... teetering on the edge... but leaping clear as the monster closes...

The huge beast-man stumbling at the edge of the hole... then missing his footing... tumbling in... landing in the middle of the hole he dug... even as the impact of the fall sends some of the mound of earth on the edge tumbling in after him...

USAngel squeals as reaching hands miss her by inches... she stares down at the masked man... letting go with a rebel yell as she drives the spade end of the shovel down through his body... her movements frenzied as she begins to frantically scoop and push more and more of the mounded dirt into the hole... trying to bury he pinned monster dead or alive before he can rise again...

The massive monster-man reaching up despite the seemingly mortal wound... even as the dirt piles down on top of him... sirens suddenly echoing as the police arrive... lighting up the gruesome scene with red and blue...

USAngel stumbles away into the wrap of a waiting blanket... sobbing as she tells her story amidst the confusion... as the police begin digging... dozens including Rapid City Rita pulled from the ground alive... thanks to USAngel... but oddly... the body of El Muerte is nowhere to be found...

(May 2009)