Banshee vs. Jagger

She was out of ammo. The blinking red numbers on her pulse rifle’s ammo display told her as much. Banshee cursed under her breath when she saw this. She checked the score indicator on her left wrist on more time, though she knew full well it would say the same thing as last time; she and her opponent were tied, 14 to 14. The limit was 15 kills, so this had turned from a hunt to a game of hide and seek.

The respawners, part teleporter, part cloning device, would have only one charge left for each of them. These handy devices kept the tournament participants alive, or more accurately, cloned them at the moment of death with full armor and basic weapon in hand. To do this, however, took enormous power, and so they had limited charges. These charge limits set the score limit for the ‘game’.

She checked her ammo gauge again; 6 units of energy. That would be enough for the rifle’s secondary pulse burst, a slow moving ball of unstable energy, and a single pulse shot. If she timed it right, and got lucky, she could hit the burst with the shot, and cause a shockwave that would explode anything within 2 meters of the blast. She also had her trusty enforcer at her hip, but it wouldn’t do much against her opponent’s armor.

Jagger, her opponent, was a member of Iron Guard. True to form, he wore the classic heavy armor his group preferred. It would let him take a lot more hits than other armors, but like the name suggested, it was heavy, limiting his movements. Banshee was a member of Venom, an all female group of fighters. She opted for the more mobile medium armor, colored blood red with golden trim. Some of the blood red color was actual blood, too. It granted less protection, but more mobility. She’d used that mobility so far to her advantage, but her opponent was more experienced in the tournament than she was.

She heard something then, movement of some kind. She peeked out from her hiding place, and upturned table she’d dragged near a wall, and surveyed her surroundings. The ‘arena’ of this match was an old, abandoned laboratory of some kind. She had no idea how old it was, but any scientific equipment that had been here was long destroyed by the tournament games, proven by the bullet holes, scorch marks, and blood smears upon the walls and floors.

She heard the sound again, a distinct footfall, heavy… and close! She reacted quickly, leaping from her hiding spot, just in time to avoid a spray of bullets from Jagger’s chaingun. She hit the trigger for the burst, and the moment a blue-purple orb of energy appeared, the recoil sent her back to land on the other side of the table, in relative protection again. She’d only have moments to time this right, though, and scrambled to her knees. She brought the rifle to bare, aimed at the orb of energy, now less than a meter to the right of her opponent, and pulled the trigger. A line of blue energy shot from the riffle, shooting faster than an un-augmented human eye could see straight at the burst near the heavily armored man. He was too slow to run out of the way in time to avoid the explosion, and they both knew it.

Banshee ducked down under the table to shield herself from the explosion… but it never came. She dared to peek from her cover, and saw the ball of energy still moving on its slow path away from her, past Jagger. On the far wall, there was a fresh burn mark from where her pulse shot had hit. She missed the burst! She cursed aloud, throwing her now useless weapon to the ground as she turned to make a run for it. She was no more than two steps from where she had been hiding when she felt a blinding pain rake across her right leg as a hail of bullets strafed her.

The injured woman fell to the ground, tumbling as her momentum carried her forward. While she rolled, she grabbed her small but powerful hand gun, the standard issue Enforcer 2.0 that was given with every respawn. As she came out of the roll, she brought the weapon up and squeezed off a shot. The bullets hit the heavy armor of the man running to her, and bounced off his solid chest armor. She tried to get another shot, aiming higher, but she never had the chance. An armor-clad boot struck her arm, knocking the weapon far out of her reach, and breaking the bones in her forearm at the same time.

She let out a scream, loud and shrill, proving how she earned the name Banshee in the first place. Truth be told, she got it for her battle cries, and not her shrieks of agony, but a scream was a scream. Jagger bent down to his defeated opponent, laughing sadistically. Banshee spat up at him “Well? Finish me off already so we can end this match. Take your victory and lets get out of this god forsaken place.”

The older warrior just continued to laugh. This was the first time she’d gotten a good look at him without having to dodge bullets. His face was that of a middle aged man, battle hardened with battle scars and bloodlust in his eyes, at least it was in the one she could see. His left eye was covered by a cybernetic implant, glowing red where his eye would be. Other spots on his face had metal attachments from cybernetic augmentations. It wasn’t uncommon for fighters to have these enhancements. She herself had biomechanical enhancements in her brain to increase vision and reaction time.

Again she yelled at the man “Well!? No gloating comment? Don’t just stare at me? Shoot me!” She was getting tired of laying there, bleeding out on the cold floor. She’d have lashed out at him, but her gun arm was broken, and she couldn’t feel her right leg, probably torn to bits from the hail of bullets.

The man just laughed at her once more and stood up. His gruff voice was tinged with a mechanical buzz from one of his augmentations “As you wish, little girlie.” He pulled out his enforcer and aimed it down at her. She thought he’d just get an easy headshot and end the match there. She realized her mistake when she felt another stabbing pain shoot through her, this time in her left shoulder as a triad of bullets was pumped into it.

She let out another scream, but couldn’t move to grab the hurt arm, since her right was the broken arm. “What the fuck are you doing? You sadistic fuck, just kill me already!”

Jagger shook his head to the smaller woman “No, no, I don’t think so, my pretty little viper. It’s not very often I get to indulge in my kills.” He put another triple-burst of bullets into her left leg, making sure he damaged all four of her limbs, crippling her fully. “I think I’ll take my time with you.”

She screamed again, followed by a stream of curses in several different languages. She tried to move to grab her knife, hidden in a boot, but found that she couldn’t move her leg or arm at all, and only succeeded in making them jerk a bit and bleed more. Jagger let out another sadistic laugh. “What’s the matter, little venom, can’t move? Don’t worry, you won’t need to. I prefer it if you’re totally immobile for me. But I would like you alive so you can feel everything.”

Banshee had no idea why, but the man was removing his armor as he gloated. She figured it was likely so he could move around and shoot her more freely, since she couldn’t attack back. “I swear, Jagger, if I ever get the chance to face you again, you’re head’s going to pain the walls of the arena!”

Her threats only made him laugh again. He was now in only the standard undergarments worn under armor. His upper body was left completely bare, save metallic bits here and there from more cybernetic upgrades. He was extremely well muscled, likely from extensive training regiments, and wearing armor that weighed more than most people. A skin-tight, absorbent and flexible material covered his lower body from waste to just above his knees. Black in color with grey stripes along the sides, it hid none of his muscles, or the metallic bits on his legs. What they also failed to hide was a massive erection, pulsing against his leg as it was trapped by the tight material.

If she wasn’t in excruciating pain, she’d probably have been in awe of such a member, but as it was, she just stared at it in shock and horror. After a moment, she came to her senses, and put 2 and 2 together. “Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me! You fuck’n sick bastard! You’re getting off on this shit!”

Jagger just grinned to her, and knelt down again beside her. He reached out and grabbed the knife that she kept in a slot in her boot, and pulled out the 8 inch blade. “Don’t give me any of that self-righteous bullshit!” He brought the tip of the razor sharp blade to her bullet-torn right thigh, pressing it to the bloody gore of her muscle, and started to run it down her leg, slicing the material of her armor with ease. “You get off on the violence and power, just like every other fighter in the tournament” He was right, though. She loved the power of the weapons, loved the feeling of putting holes in her opponents, the blood and gore when they exploded from a well placed missile or energy blast. It was common practice for victors and defeated alike to find some kind of companionship after a match to relieve that excitement they’d built up.

She really didn’t want to have that relieved in the form of being raped, though. However, it didn’t seem she’d get to choose anything this night. Jagger had continued cutting away her armor, and now ran the knife up the torso, the tip of the blade cutting her skin as it slid through the thick material covering her. Once he’d cut up through the shoulder and neck piece, the armor seemed to open for him, snapping to the side from being stretched tight across her body. She was exposed to him now. Her breasts were pert, and had been covered by similar material to what he wore, but he had cut through that on his way up, and it left her breasts open to the cool air. Her body was covered in sweat from her exertion, and the pain. Blood ran from a line along her torso’s left side where he’d cut through the armor, straight up from her waist to shoulder. She was still bleeding from her previous wounds, as well. Her lower body had a pair of panties of the same material, though they were still intact for the moment.

Jagger was more preoccupied with her breasts for the moment. He leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking upon the nipple while his free hand grabbed and groped at the other. She struggled under him, useless in her current state, but she tried anyway. “Get off of me, you iron ogre!” He just laughed at her and kept his groping.

She felt the knife at her skin again, against her inner left thigh, sliding up slowly. He didn’t cut her yet, toying with his victim a while. He watched goosebumps raise on her skin as he looked for the best place to cut open her last remaining clothing. He could practically smell her pussy where he was, and it made his cock harder still, throbbing painfully in its tight prison. He grinned again when he found the perfect spot, right above her thigh and next to her hip. He turned the knife slightly, the tip poking at her skin, then pressed it down, burying the blade into her muscle, cutting through the material in the process.

He left the knife in her leg, watching as blood poured from this new wound, covering her hip and thigh. He pulled the cloth away to expose her pussy then, blood running over the lips and through her trimmed mound. She was again screaming bloody murder, and it drove him wild. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He practically tore his own undergarments off, freeing his massive cock. Fully hard, it was nearly 18 inches in length, and a good 2 inches wide. Like most of his organic body, it was augmented with bio-enhancements to make it the ramming rod it was now, throbbing as he aimed the purplish-red tip at her blood-covered cunt. He didn’t care how wet she was or wasn’t, and just rammed himself into her, full force, burying himself fully in one thrust.

Her screams were suddenly cut off as she felt something push deep inside her pussy, filling her to the brink, then past it. Her pussy tore around the massive cock, more blood adding to that still streaming from her hip. He then started to fuck her, and hard. He held nothing back, ramming himself into her, pounding with such force, she was rocked bodily by the blows. Blood pumped from her wounds with every pound into her pussy, the cock tearing her wider as he went. She started to scream again as he kept pounding her harder and harder. To him, the shrill sound of her shrieking was music to his ears. He wouldn’t be able to last long in this bitch, he knew that much, but he’d have his fun with her, still.

Still fucking her full force, he grabbed something left with his armor a short distance away. What he pulled from one of the holsters was a weapon, compact at first, it opened up to a position to fire as he held it. It was a bio-gun, a weapon that shot globs of acidic goo that stuck to walls, floors, vehicles and people, burning through whatever it was in contact with just long enough to get inside, and then exploded in an acidic burst that corroded metal and ate through flesh.

She saw this weapon and stared at it in horror at first. She hated being hit with the bio-sludge from this weapon. It was one of the most painful ways to die the tournament had to offer. However, after a moment of him continuing to fuck at her increasingly torn pussy, she thought could be worse. It’d end her rape, or so she thought.

Jagger didn’t stop his rape, though, and set the gun down so he could grab both of her blood-covered tits. He then started to ram himself into her, using the tits as leverage to slam her body against his. The force of this pulled at the cuts along her side and shoulder, tearing her skin farther, more blood pouring from her body. She’d bleed to death soon if he didn’t end her another way, but he was too focused on fucking her. His cock was throbbing as he slammed into her again and again. He then hit deep one last time and let out a grunt as he came inside of her. He gripped at her breasts with incredible force, his fingers pressing the soft mounds so hard the skin started to tear and bleed around his fingers. He squeezed harder as he pumped more and more cum into her bloody pussy, her tits squashing under his mechanically enhanced grip, until he literally squashed them, the breasts bursting in his grip with a spray of blood and fatty tissue. She had no way to describe the pain of this feeling, her body going numb from an overload of this magnitude.

She was in shock now, so she didn’t register when he pulled out of her pussy, bringing a trail of blood and semen with his cock. She was dimly aware when something else was pressed to her stretched opening, though didn’t know what it was. She looked down with glassy eyes to see something, a weapon maybe, pressed to her pussy. It clicked a moment later what it was, just in time for him to pull the trigger on the bio-gun. She let out a blood-curdling shriek of pure agony as he pumped burning green acidic goo into her pussy. He let the gun continue to fire in her, pumping more and more into her pussy. Some oozed out, burning down to the floor where little pops were heard, but most stayed inside her, burning through to her womb and deeper. As he pumped more and more into her, her belly bulged out.

Once the gun was empty, he stood up and backed away, cock still rock hard and covered in gore and cum. He watched as she writhed in agony, the goo burning through her insides. Her skin started to turn red from the heat within, bulging out slightly from the gaseous releases from the acid’s corrosion of her internal organs. A moment later, her body burst open with a spray of blood and gore, covering him in her remains. Her head, severed from her body in the explosion, flew across the room to land and tumble into the corner. In the moment before she died and the respawner made her body new again, she heard a female voice in her ear implant speak 5 words.

“You have lost the match.”


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