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tl;dr: Outworld invades Earth via a fusion of the two realms... but ends up in the wrong dimension, one where a tale of souls and swords is eternally retold. Ivy Valentine finds out she's hopelessly overmatched when it comes to Mortal Kombat.


Ivy moaned softly as she swayed back and forth in the arena known as The Pit, a dazed look on her battered face. A trickle of blood and drool ran out of her pouty purple-painted lips, and her short white hair was disheveled, tossed to and fro from the dominatrix's beating. Ivy's right arm hung limply at her side, weapon lost to the abyss, her severed formerly armored left arm lying discarded on the floor. Her large breasts jiggled as she tottered on her high-heeled boots, barely able to keep her balance on the narrow, dimly lit bridge. Ivy's skimpy costume was even more so now, having been practically torn to shreds in her struggle. Her massive tits were exposed to the world, succulent wine-colored nipples blood-engorged and stiff with excitement. Bruises dotted the pale ivory flesh of Ivy's breasts, belly, and thick thighs. The defeated domina's plump ass was entirely revealed, the fabric of her thong hanging loosely over the valley of Ivy's ass-crack. Pink open-faced hand marks were visible on the smooth flesh, welts rising where Ivy had been spanked into submission. Those same hand marks were visible on the tall woman's elegant throat, showing where she had been throttled. A steady drip-drip of honey came from her inflamed white-tufted pussy as Ivy swayed, the musky fluid dripping into the small puddle on the ground below. The slightly spread petals twitched in anticipation as a spectral voice filled the air:


With the command echoing through the air, Ivy's opponent approached her, his cyborg eye glinting. Ivy tried to shrink away, but her battered body would not respond. Instead, all she could do was cry out weakly as Kano grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees, her face staring right at his throbbing erection.

"'ey sheila, fancy a fuck? Not like you got much of a choice," Kano laughed, hand releasing Ivy's hair to brandish his knife. "Don't even think about biting or I'll be wearing your head around my cock."

Ivy obediently wrapped her lips around his manhood, tongue slurping and cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on him. Kano grunted with pleasure and chuckled as he looked down at the once-proud woman servicing him. He didn't know what dimension Outworld had overlaid onto - this was certainly Earth, but not the time he had come from. Of course, his adopted homeland fusing with what looked to be a medieval copy of Earth was a boon to him indeed - his modern technology might as well be magic. Riches and bitches could be his. Warriors wandered the relatively lawless land, and he was stronger than any of them, especially the lovely female ones he had spotted. Kano's depraved mind burned with the desire to defeat them and take them, Ivy only the first of his planned prizes.

And what a prize she was. He had to have her the moment he laid eyes on her - he couldn't believe a woman was dressed like that in medieval times. Her tits were even bigger than Sonya's! And the way the warrioress carried herself, cold and arrogant, it had been easy to feign weakness and lure her onto his home turf, where he showed her just how helpless she was.

"Hey slut! Go play with yourself! I want to see those tits bounce!" he barked.

Ivy complied, her gloved hand alternating between groping her tits and finger-fucking her wet pussy as she sucked. Wet noises and her muffled moans of pleasure joined the sounds of her oral worship of Kano's cock. Her tits jiggled as she pawed at them, rolling her erect nipples between her fingers, the domina flushing with desire at being forced to submit.

Ivy had underestimated the strange man. He had cowardly fled after taunting her, his nimbleness in dodging her snake sword surprising for a man of his size. The dominatrix had chased after him, cursing him in her haughty English-accented voice as a cur and a coward. She had followed him to this bridge, her pride demanding that she execute him after he gave her an earful about the depraved acts he would do to her. Those words had excited Ivy, partially because of her need to turn them back in his face, and partially from the fantasies of what would happen to her if she were to fail.

Once they were on the bridge, Ivy was convinced of her success, and her body showed it. Her loins burned with the hunger to crush the uncouth man beneath her heel, and her nipples stood proudly at attention beneath the sheer fabric over them as she considered the situation. Kano's lateral agility was limited because of the tight confines, and the fact that one wrong move would be fatal was to Ivy's advantage. She swore she could see the glint of spikes in the abyss below - a fall that distance might be survivable with some luck, but not with those down there. She could easily use Valentine to control his movement, either forcing him off the edge with her blade or getting him close enough for her to kick him off. With that thought, she had plunged Valentine into the ground, the magical metal shooting out of the earth underneath Kano.

Or at least, where he had been standing a moment ago. Ivy could barely follow his movements as he launched himself at her, tucking himself into a ball. She let out a pained grunt as he connected solidly with her torso, the impact sending her massive tits on a wild ride as the thin fabric containing them tore. Valentine clattered to the ground, retracted, as the wind was knocked out of Ivy. Her high heels scraped along the ground as she stumbled backwards, swaying sideways to lean against the rickety railing of the bridge as she lost her balance.

"No!" she screamed horsely as Kano's bounce off her voluptuous body led to him landing right next to Valentine. With a cheeky grin, he kicked it off the side of the bridge, Ivy's heart dropping into her stomach as she heard the faint clang of metal on metal far below. Kano was on her in an instant, pulling out a concealed knife and slashing towards her as she leaned on the railing. Ivy brought her metal armored arm up to deflect the attack, but a strange red beam shot out of the man's eye. Ivy recoiled in horror as the laser easily sliced through her gauntlet and the soft flesh beneath it. The dominatrix's shrieks echoed in the air as her severed left arm fell to the ground, the shapely appendage twitching amidst the wreckage of her armor. Ivy stared at her new stump in shock, the alabaster flesh charred, cauterized instantly by the heat of Kano's attack. She could smell her flesh cooking, and whimpered in despair. From the way Kano was now staring at her exposed breasts and the stiff nubs atop them, she knew this battle was about to become much, much worse for her. And she had never been more turned on. Normally Ivy's battlelust resulted in her taking her pleasure from her opponent's dismembered corpses, but to her shame and humiliation she realized that the reverse situation was exciting her even more.

The remainder of the fight was short and one-sided, meant more as an outlet for Kano's sadism than a battle. Ivy barely resisted as he picked up her up by her slender throat in a chokehold, raising her high in the air, the only fight she had left garbled pleas for mercy. His other fist rained down on Ivy's voluptuous body as he strangled her, her pale skin bruising all over from the onslaught. Kano took special delight in targeting first her wildly jiggling breasts, flattening the tortured flesh against the dominatrix's torso, and then her pouting pussy lips once he tore away the part of her costume barely concealing them. Wet smacking sounds filled the air as Kano's fist repeatedly battered the sensitive orifice, Ivy's honey freely spraying into the air as she writhed in a mixture of pain and arousal.

The Black Dragon Overlord wasn't overly surprised at Ivy's reaction to the brutality.

"Any bitch that dresses like you do in a fight," Kano grunted at her as he shifted his grip to bend Ivy over the railing of the bridge, "is just a whore that wants to get put in her place by a man. You think you don't know what's coming to you when you lose, showing off your jubblies like that? Of course you do - you want that, don't you?"

Ivy panted as Kano's words hit home, proof of the veracity of his vulgar speech trickling down her thighs. She could feel the man's eyes leering at her bent over form, taking in the sight of her plump upturned ass. Ivy gasped as he started groping her hanging tits, his fingers running over her swollen nipples.

"You want that, don't you?" Kano yelled at her, his rough voice punctuated with a slapping noise as he brought his open palm down on Ivy's ass. The dominatrix's face burned with shame even as her pussy burned with need. She bit her lip, trying to contain her moan and preserve whatever shreds of pride she had left as Kano's hand abused her ass in rapid-fire succession. He repeated his line as the assault continued, and Ivy was soon unable to contain her lust at the spanking. Whimpers and moans escaped from her mouth, intensifying as Kano started slapping her tits around also, reveling in the way the swollen flesh jiggled and rippled under his assault.

"I know you want to get punished, you slut," Kano growled, his hand taking a break from spanking Ivy to delve into her squelching pussy, the defeated domina giving a throaty moan at the sudden penetration. Her silky flesh squeezed Kano's fingers, soaking them in her arousal.

"You're going to taste this and tell me you didn't want this when you followed me?" he shouted at her, ripping his fingers from her cunt and forcing them into her mouth. Ivy groaned in shamed excitement as her tongue washed over her rapist's fingers, cleaning her tangy wetness from them. Kano allowed her to do this, then pulled his hand out and resumed his assault on her ass with even more force than before. Each blow caused Ivy's tits to jump as her weight shifted more and more over edge, the fallen fighter staring into oblivion and wondering how her shattered corpse would look at the bottom.

That thought and the resulting surge of arousal broke the ice queen.

"I wanted this!" Ivy screamed, her vulgar words sending almost foreign in her aristocratic English accent, as she came from being spanked. "I wanted you to beat me into submission and take what you wanted from my body," she sobbed through her climax, words spewing from her mouth as her voluptuous body shook in ecstasy. "I'm a slut! I'm a whore! I'm a naughty girl that needs to be punished! Make me your bitch! I'm your bitch! Please don't kill me!"

Ivy's orgasm intensified as she reveled in her humiliation, eyes rolling into her head. Each exclamation corresponded with a fresh burst of nectar from her overheated pussy, slutjuice splattering onto the ground.

"You've tamed me! I'm yours! Do what you want to me! Take all my holes! I'm your big titted trophy! Just please don't kill me!"

Kano laughed and pulled Ivy back over the edge, using her hair as leverage.

"That's more like it, bitch," he sneered at her before slamming her face first into the ground, "and clean up your mess," Kano ordered, grinding Ivy's lovely countenance into the puddle of girlcum she had made. The now submissive ex-dominatrix complied, abjectly moaning as her tongue licked the dirty ground, scooping her nectar into her mouth. Kano let her work at it for a few minutes before launching a savage kick straight into her pussy.

"Fucking whore," he spat as Ivy crumpled to the ground in pain, the impact causing her bruised cunt to expel a spray of clear droplets. The bitch was utterly defeated, and Kano paused, waiting to hear Outworld's magic activate, and those fateful words announcing his victory echo throughout the air.

At that point, Ivy somehow knew she had to stand, to present herself to the man that had beaten her for proper punishment. Moaning softly, she had used her one good arm to pull herself up with the aid of the railing, shakily getting to her feet in order for Kano to finish her.

And that's how she had gotten to where she was now, on her knees and worshipping Kano's cock as he taunted her. Ivy's gloved hand kneaded her pearly clit as she sucked, the bud buzzing with ecstasy. Her self-pleasure intensified as Kano grabbed her hair and forced his dick down her throat. She twisted and pinched at the stiff bundle of nerves, the man's rough treatment of her driving her over the edge even as she gagged on his erection. Ivy let out a muffled cry as she came, throat vibrating as her body shook with desire.

Kano couldn't hold out any longer either, and roared as he jizzed down Ivy's throat, his creamy white load filling up her mouth.

"Drink up, bitch!" he yelled, mashing her face into his crotch and holding her there, stray streams of his seed trickling out of the corners of her lips. "Not bad, sheila," he continued as he pulled out and tucked himself back in, leaving Ivy kneeling there panting, the salty taste of his ejaculate still on her purple-painted lips.

For her part, Ivy felt strangely unsettled. Part of her felt relief, that her ordeal was finally over. Another part of her felt a sense of disappointment, that her ordeal was ending. Shutting that shameful thought out of her head, she started crawling away, trying to get away from Kano to go lick her wounds.

"'ey slut, where you going?" Kano said from behind her. Ivy shuddered as she heard his next words. "Don't you know that when I beat a bitch like you in mortal combat, the match ends with a fatality?"

"Wait! No! Please!" Ivy cried out as Kano strode over to her. She tried to crawl away faster, tits and ass jiggling with the movement, but Kano easily swooped down on her. Ivy screamed in terror and pain as Kano's knife impaled her hanging breasts from the side, the point smoothly penetrating one orb before skewering the other. Blood streamed down Ivy's bosom as her nipples quivered in excitement, partially in masochistic arousal at the destruction of Ivy's tits, and partially because Kano's hand was now grabbing Ivy's pussy - the thick fingers entering into the swollen orifice with a loud squelching sound. Ivy continued pleading as Kano used these two points of leverage to lift her over his head, her high-heeled boots kicking helplessly. Her breasts felt like they were going to tear off in an inferno of pain, but she couldn't help feeling a thrill from the digits penetrating her.

Kano carried Ivy over to the bridge's railing, her thrashing doing little but to allow his fingers access to even deeper bits of her cunt tunnel, the smooth flesh clamping down on his hand in ecstasy. At this point Ivy wasn't sure if her struggles were related to the knife stuck in her tits, or if she was just humping Kano's hand out of lust. She screamed and thrashed as another climax built within her, trying helplessly to avoid her fate but only succeeding in humiliating herself further. Ivy could feel Kano's thumb causing her clit to tremble with pleasure as she struggled, desperately pleading with him to put her down but not really meaning it.

Kano stopped as he reached the edge.

"Welcome to The Pit, bitch," he snarled as he threw her off, blood streaming from her impaled tits and honey streaming from her twitching pussy. Ivy's legs and remaining arm flailed helplessly as she fell, her hoarse screams echoing throughout the canyon. She could feel Kano looking down at her as she tumbled through the air, sadistically watching to see how brutal Ivy's end would be. Humiliation filled her as the thoughts of her impending demise flowed through her mind, fantasies of what her violated body would look like as she lay dead causing her desire to crest over one last time.

The orgasm hit Ivy at the same time the spikes did, the jagged metal edges slicing through her yielding flesh, her slutty body still managing to climax in spite of, or because of the pain consuming her. The friction from the serrated edges of the forest of spikes abruptly interrupted the dominatrix's descent in a shower of blood as she screamed in agony. The aristocrat's wailing came to an abrupt end as her lungs were impaled, the tips of the spikes erupting out of the soft flesh her jiggling mammaries.

Ivy managed to lift her head as she came to rest, looking down at her ruined body. Bloody spikes poked through so much of her: her thick thighs, her belly (taking some of her intestines with it), and her now thoroughly ravaged tits. She shuddered as she observed the particularly vicious one impaling her ass - that cruel mass of metal had ripped her womb out as it had passed through her, and now the still twitching organ rested at the tip of the spike, leaking Ivy's sexual liquids onto the fallopian tubes hanging down from it loosely. Blood streamed out of Ivy's mouth, mixing with the remnants of the seed of the man that had thrown her to her death.

"No..." Ivy managed to croak before her severed left arm smashed into her head, one last bit of detritus tossed over the edge by Kano. The impact pushed Ivy's head onto the spike beneath it, the sharp metal pushing through the defeated dominatrix's soft brain tissue and coming out through her eye. Ivy gurgled miserably, her lips opening and closing as if trying to say something, and then she became still, her body twitching occasionally in what passed for its death throes. The last sound she heard before darkness claimed her was that same spectral voice from earlier.

"Kano wins! Fatality!"


I actually like to see more of this


Flawless victory.
Great writing and brutal story, are you planning on more in this theme?


100% down for more of this.


Thanks for the kind words. I eventually plan on introducing Taki to the Living Forest but don't have anything concrete set yet.


Taki fares better... for a bit.



Kano groaned as he heard those words, head throbbing as he tried to regain his senses. That red-clad bitch had really beaten the shit out of him, he thought ruefully to himself as he watched Taki striding imperiously towards him, her large breasts bouncing gently. It hadn't been much of a fight, not after she had ambushed him in the mists of the Living Forest. It looked like not every female warrior in this strange realm he had been sent to was as easy of a target as Ivy had been, Kano mused, the fond memory of the dominatrix's humiliating death stirring up Kano's loins. Watching Taki's tits jiggle, her nipples hard points jutting through the fabric of her thin bodysuit, stirred up even more of a feeling. It's too bad that he hadn't been able to see how those felt; it certainly had been hard to fight against the ninja with his erection straining against his pants from the erotic promise that Taki's scantily clad body represented.

Taki had certainly noticed Kano's distraction during their fight, choosing a selection of attacks that had sent her voluptuous tits bouncing, put her big ass in close proximity to the man's leering face, and shown off her tender fabric-covered snatch. He had been so easy to manipulate, clearly thinking about what he was going to do to her without even coming close to winning the fight. Of course, Taki had those fantasies as well - only hers were going to be realized.

She had observed Kano's battle against Ivy from a medium range, concealing her presence through her shinobi arts. That concealment had almost been ruined as Taki had played with herself while watching her rival's demise. She had battled with the tall woman many a time, their encounters often ending with Taki a bound plaything, struggling helplessly against her bonds while Ivy's boot heel penetrated the Asian slut's climaxing petals. So she had enjoyed herself greatly, kneading her breasts and rubbing at her crotch while Kano humiliated Ivy. And Taki had to bite her lip to keep from crying out at Ivy's evisceration, her entire body trembling as she made a wet sticky mess in her bodysuit.

That observation session, though, was just as productive as it was pleasurable. The learnings from it had also given Taki a leg up in her battle against Kano. She had taken great pleasure in nullifying all his tricks and surprises after she tracked him down in the Living Forest, arousal building in her as she reduced a dangerous opponent to putty in her hands. Now, it was time to enjoy the fruit of her victory.

Taki shoved Kano against one of the many trees of the forest, eliciting a grunt from him.

"You're all talk. Stay down." she commanded, her hand creeping down to the bulge in his pants. Taki wrapped her slender fingers around his rod, feeling it spring to life as she freed it from his clothing. His weak moans as she slowly slid her digits up and down its length excited her, Taki's nipples stiffening even further as drops of honey gathered on the surface of her bodysuit below her mons. She could feel his precum staining her fingers as the scent of his manhood reached her nose. Taki gulped, an urge to taste it rising within her as she slid one finger between her swollen pussy lips, lightly stroking herself through her costume. Checking to make sure that her opponent was still out of commission, Taki lowered herself to her knees, wrapping her luscious lips around Kano's inflamed cockhead.

The kunoichi gave a muffled moan as Kano groaned from the sensation, Taki's tongue washing over the veiny length of his dick. She expertly took it into her mouth, lust bubbling through her as she tasted his saltiness, washing his cock with her saliva. Slurping noises filled the air as Kano struggled to stay standing. Taki reveled in her work, tweaking her nipples and teasing at her clit as Kano's head spun. She imagined what were to happen if the rough man regained his senses - would he take advantage of her masturbation to grab her head and impale her throat on his cock? Maybe he would hold her there, his erection asphyxiating her, until she expired, her death throes pleasuring him into shooting a load of cum all over her corpse.

Taki almost came on the spot at the thought, and had to gather herself to shake the masochistic fantasy out of her mind. Besides, it looked like Kano was in no condition to act it out, with his knees knocking together and body swaying from side to side. Taki wasn't sure how much of that was from her blowjob and how much of it was from her beating of him. At the very least, she hoped he was healthy enough to fulfill her next desire.

Taki's mouth withdrew from Kano's cock with a wet popping sound, the throbbing erection glistening from her tongue's attention. Precum was smeared all over Taki's lips. The kunoichi panted, heavy chest rising and falling, as she stood up and spun Kano around so he was facing the tree she had leaned him against. She needed something to fill her up, bad. With a tearing sound, she gripped the fabric of her bodysuit at her crotch and pulled, exposing the dewy petals of her pussy.

"You won't be able to move for a while," Taki said as she leaned against the tree and pulled Kano close to her. The kunoichi lifted up one long leg and stood on the toes of her other, positioning the tip of Kano's cock at the drooling, slightly spread folds of her labia. "Try not to struggle."

Taki gasped in ecstasy as she lowered herself onto the stiff protrusion, Kano's dick sliding easily into her well-lubricated folds. Her ass jiggled as she lightly bounced up and down, feeling the suction of her cunt tunnel on the organ. Taki whimpered in frustration, unable to get the right angle so she could feel Kano's manhood in her womb. She decided to solve that problem, and her well-trained body tensed up before she swung both legs up, wrapping her thick thighs around Kano's midsection while her legs crossed behind him.

Taki cooed in pleasure as she used her legs to pull him deeper inside of her, toes curling as she mashed herself backwards into the rough bark of the tree. Her moans intensified with the wet slapping noises of their union as she bounced back and forth between Kano's body and the tree, the motion sending her large breasts on a ride of their own. Those moans intensified into shrieks of ecstasy as Kano suddenly tore open the chest of her bodysuit with his teeth before lapping at and suckling Taki's stiff nipple.

"So pitiful." Taki managed to choke out before she was pressed even harder against the tree, the sharp surface of the bark tearing at her bodysuit and scratching her backside. The slight bits of pain amplified Taki's pleasure, the kunoichi letting loose with shrill lustful screams as Kano pounded her. She wondered if she should finish him, as he seemed to be regaining his mental and physical faculties - it would feel quite nice to ride him as the life left his body.

"Don't hate me," Taki smirked at him before tightening the grip of her thighs, the thick muscles squeezing into Kano's rib cage. The man wheezed as air escaped his lungs, an intense pressure assaulting his sides. Frantically, he slammed Taki repeatedly into the tree, the kunoichi yelping with arousal from both the rough treatment as well as Kano's cock driving deep into her womb. She squirmed in ecstasy, the surface of the tree now gouging lines of red across her back but doing little to dissuade her attack.

"What a pathetic way to go," Taki managed to breathlessly exclaim in between her moans, feeling her climax building and nearing. Her further words were cut off as Kano brutally slammed her against the tree with the last of his effort. Taki shrugged off the attack and even welcomed it, her pussy clamping down tightly as Kano's cock buried itself into her deepest depths, hot nectar bursting out from around it as Taki quaked with lust. Her mouth opened to announce her orgasm - just as the tree behind her finally woke up and opened its own mouth.

Taki shrieked in a combination of ecstasy and terror as she fell backwards into the maw of one of the Living Forest's oldest residents, the sentient tree roused from slumber by a combination of the impacts and the kunoichi's delicious lifeblood. The bitch managed to squeak out a quavering "No!" in the midst of her climax, her body writhing in pleasure and also from the sharp teeth now digging into her back. As her orgasm subsided, Taki observed through her clouded eyes a ring of sharp wooden teeth surrounding her midriff. She weakly tried to pull herself out, hands grabbing at the base of the tree's mouth, but the slutjuice-squirting orgasm had robbed her of her strength. Instead, all she could do was cry out in terror as the tree's digestive system went to work a split second before it started chewing.

Sharp wooden tendrils inside the tree sought out the most nutrient rich portions of its victim - Taki's delectable, delicious tits. The kunoichi thrashed as the needlelike tips of the tendrils stabbed into her large breasts, preparing to inject acidic sap to digest the lovely mammaries. Taki's eyes rolled into her head as two tendrils plunged right into her stiff nipples, the erect buds' agony sending a spike of pleasure through Taki's tortured body as humiliation washed through her. She could still feel Kano's cock inside her honey-soaked pussy, thrusting, the man leering at her as he witnessed her erotic execution.

It took the first bite for Taki's second and final orgasm to bubble over, the defeated kunoichi screaming as the living tree chomped down onto its meal. The sharp teeth severed her lovely hands from her arms, both of them falling to the ground outside the tree, grabbing fruitlessly at air. Her toned abs were now a bloody mess, scraps of flesh and partially split organs holding her two halves together. Through the pain, Taki could feel Kano's cock erupting inside of her, his seed mixing with the girlcum her spasming cunt was pumping out.

Taki's legs helplessly spread as strength left her body, the limbs falling limply to the wayside as her body shuddered in its final climax. She managed to weakly moan before the tree bit down again, multiple times, intent on dragging the sexy morsel into its gullet. Each repetition elicited a pleasure-tinged shriek of pain from Taki, the last bits of flesh and organs holding her together splitting apart in the onslaught. The shrieks abruptly stopped as Taki expired, Kano reveling in one last glimpse of her dead eyes and lovely tits before the bloodstained jaws closed, Taki's upper half disappearing forever. The only thing left of the formerly proud female ninja was her severed hands and her shapely bottom half, leaking organs, blood, and spinal fluid from one hole, and a mixture of semen and Taki's slutjuice from another.

That left one hole, Kano thought to himself as he pushed the voluptuous legs that had formerly been wrapped around him to the ground. Taki's shrieks amidst her messy demise had gotten him awfully turned on again, and her upturned ass was just the right thing to take care of that problem. Soon Kano was groaning as he pushed Taki's fleshy asscheeks together, roughly sodomizing what was left of her corpse, delighting in her twitching legs flopping around beneath him. He left her there after he finished, Taki reduced to a set of legs leaking cum from her ravaged pussy and asshole. Eventually the vermin and scavengers would consume even that, Taki's name forgotten, just another set of bones strewn about the Living Forest.


Ivy awoke with a start, screaming hoarsely and thrashing. Her legs kicked wildly about as if she was falling, as her arms flailed for purchase.


Ivy's panic subsided slightly - arms. She had both of her arms, passing both of them in front of her face to confirm. The tall woman then started patting down the rest of her nude body, taking inventory. No spikes through her legs. No spikes through her belly. No spikes through her shoulders. Her head was intact.

The alchemist sighed. It had all been a dream, she thought as her hands lingered on her heavy breasts and stiff, blood-engorged nipples - a very, very, pleasurable dream. She hadn't been beaten into submission, Ivy thought to herself, one hand stroking her inflamed teats as the other made its way down to her honey-dripping gash. Her elegant fingers made their way into the silky flesh, pleasuring herself as she recalled her dream.

She hadn't been forced into a squirting climax from being spanked, hadn't debased herself begging to be made into a big titted trophy for her conqueror, hadn't sucked his cock while playing with herself, hadn't humped his fingers like a whore while he held over a metal-lined pit of death, and most certainly hadn't been thrown to her demise, her voluptuous body pincushioned by cruel spikes as she came helplessly... as this last "memory" filled Ivy's head, she cried out in orgasm. Ivy's body writhed as her hand in her pussy and fingers crushing her erect wine-colored nipples elicited a spray of girlcum from her spasming cunt.

Panting heavily as the ecstasy from her masochistic fantasy subsided, Ivy took stock of her situation. She was lying in a cot in a small room, location unknown, sunlight filtering in from a barred window on the door. Her sword hung, retracted, on a mount on the wall. Her skimpy outfit was folded neatly on a table next to her, her armor and high heeled boots laid out as well.

Ivy got up, head clearing, and started putting on her clothes. She had no knowledge of how she had gotten here, her last memory her dream of being executed by Kano. As she squeezed her sizeable breasts into their confines, she frowned. Her outfit felt rougher, unfamiliar, not quite fitting exactly as she remembered. The fabric was fine, but it felt like a well-done copy rather than hers.

Valentine, though, felt real enough - the snake sword extending and retracting smoothly on her command. Ivy took a few test swings, confidence running through her from the feeling of the metal cutting through the air. Her preparations complete, she strutted towards the door, ass seductively swaying as her high heels clicked on the floor. It was time to find out where she was and who her hosts were.

As she opened the door, the roar of a crowd washed over her in conjunction with brilliant sunlight. Her bright green eyes blinked a few times as she acclimated to the change in brightness. This was some sort of arena - and the muscular man clad in blue, cold mist rising from his skin, must be her opponent. Ivy stepped forward, boots crunching on the sandy fighting surface, and the door she had exited from closed behind her. That made it a whole lot simpler, she thought to herself - her only way out was to win the fight.

Ivy strode towards the man, boots crunching on the dirt of the arena floor as her large breasts swayed with her motion. The blue ninja's eyes tracked her as she made her way to the center of the arena, before settling into a fighting stance as Ivy neared. The dominatrix couldn't see any weapon wielded by the man - was he seriously intending to fight her unarmed? It was his life to throw away, she mused as an ominous voice echoed throughout the arena.


Almost immediately, the man dashed forward, only to immediately dash back as Ivy's extended sword lashed out him. She glared imperiously at him, her short white hair settling into place.

"Well aren't we cheeky. This will be fun."

Sub-Zero gave no verbal response, his only reaction the frost starting to form on his fingertips.



Ivy moaned helplessly, her bruised, battered, and bloodied body shivering from both the cold and a sense of humiliated arousal as Sub-Zero approached her. She had been no match for him, her sword knocked from her hands and encased in a block of ice. Its mistress now suffered the same fate, her arms and legs frozen in place inside a frame of ice that left her suspended spread eagle. The crowd cheered at Ivy's exposure, her outfit ripped and torn to reveal her voluptuous bosom and lovely lightly white furred pussy. Rivulets of arousal ran down Ivy's thighs and froze into place on the blocks of ice encasing her high heeled boots - the beating that had been inflicted upon her fulfilling her suppressed desires to be put in her place for her arrogance.

Ivy closed her eyes and moaned as Sub-Zero stopped behind her, iciness shooting through her as he grabbed two handfuls of her soft titflesh. The defeated dominatrix whimpered as he played with her hardened nipples, the buds stiff from the temperature, but more so from Ivy's humiliation at hearing the crowd's cheers. She could feel his clothed erection pressing into her fleshy backside, and soon she found herself gasping with pleasure as he freed it, rubbing it all over the surface of her dewy labia and between her thighs, collecting the juices that were flowing freely there. Those gasps turned into moans as he finished teasing her and began the main act, slowly driving his nectar-lubricated manhood into her trembling puckered asshole.

The crowd roared as Ivy's face betrayed her words as Sub Zero fucked her in the ass.

"Stop!" she tried to command, "No! No! I don't... I don't..."

Ivy's words trailed off as her eyes unfocused, mouth lolling slack as the shameful pleasure of having her big ass anally penetrated in front of thousands of people erupted within her. Her round tits bounced in Sub-Zero's hands as he thrust in and out of her, the anal reaming making her squeal in delight much to her chagrin. Ivy's assflesh jiggled as she was taken from behind, Sub-Zero spanking her intermittently between his thrusts. The treatment left frosty handprints on the alchemist's voluptuous cheeks, rendering her gasping for breath at the chilling sensation on her inflamed butt.

Ivy's moans amplified further as the now submissive dominatrix felt Sub-Zero's hand reaching around to stroke her dripping pussy. She could feel frost gathering on her labia as the wet petals met the cryomancer's touch. Those moans turned into outright screams as her swollen clit fell victim to Sub-Zero's powers, pain shooting through the sensitive nub as he squeezed icy crystals into it. Cheers from the crowd drowned out Ivy's cry of orgasm as the pleasure overwhelmed her, her ass clamping down on Sub-Zero's cock. He roared as the sensation combined with Ivy's obvious masochistic delight sent him towards the edge also. The bitch's climax only intensified as she felt Sub-Zero's thrusts quicken and deepen, his cock filling her up. Ivy let out a throaty cry as her spasming pussy squirted out a stream of honey, the musky liquid instantly turning into an icicle from Sub-Zero's touch.

Ivy's body was still shaking orgasmically in her icy bonds as Sub-Zero snapped off that icicle, leaving a shard of solidified girlcum protruding from her cunt. Her pleasure-drunk mind was confused for just a moment before she screamed in agony, blood bubbling out of her purple painted lips as Sub-Zero returned her frozen juices to where they had come from. Ivy's body writhed as she was impaled on an icicle of her own squirt, the sharp ice forced up through her frozen pussy and erupting from between her heavy breasts. She whimpered helplessly as she stared in horror at the jagged tip, bits of blood, organs, and pussyflesh slowly sliding down the icy surface. That whimper was soon transformed into a wet gurgle as Sub-Zero grabbed the back of her neck before ripping upwards, decapitating Ivy and taking her spine with her severed head.

Ivy's eyes stared sightlessly forward as her body twitched spasmodically in its death throes. Sub-Zero roared in triumph as he held her head aloft, feeling the deceased dominatrix's ass milking his cock as she expired. As he finished filling Ivy's ass with his seed, he slammed her head back down onto the icicle impaling her. The crowd cheered at the sight he left them - Ivy's abused and decapitated corpse still frozen in her bonds, leaking a streamer of frozen cum from her well-fucked ass and impaled with her own frozen slutjuice, her head nestled between her tits and staring into nothingness.



Ivy awoke with a start, thrashing and screaming as she grabbed at her dripping pussy and between her heaving breasts. No ice... there was no ice thrust into the warm gooeyness of her cunt, nothing impaling the silky walls she was now exploring with her hand, body quaking in ecstasy as her screams turned into cries of lust. Just a dream... just a very pleasurable dream...

Softly moaning, she turned to look at her clothes and armor on the table next to her, ready for her to squeeze her voluptuous figure into for battle. Soon she was clad in the skimpy outfit and grabbing her sword off the mount on the wall, opening the door into the sunlight...


Ivy screamed as the monk grabbed her high-heel boot clad spread legs, pulling them upwards. The beaten dominatrix felt a sick sense of aroused anticipation as she eyed the razor edged hat spinning dangerously close to the cleft of her exposed vagina, the slightly open lips slick with her honey. Her big tits heaved as she looked between them, nipples stiffening in excitement as she knew what was coming next. The crowd roared as Kung Lao ignored Ivy's desperate pleas and pulled her into the makeshift saw. Her body convulsed in depraved climax as the sharp edge cleaved through it, splitting in half her squirting pussy, fleshy asscheeks, toned midsection, and jiggling breasts. Ivy's ecstatic agonized cries were finally silenced as Kung Lao's hat cut through her skull. Cheers rained down on the monk as he held up the two halves of Ivy's annihilated corpse, blood and organs spilling out onto the arena floor.


Ivy awoke, fingers desperately thrusting into her surprisingly intact vagina, girlcum oozing out of the heated tunnel as the slut furiously finger-fucked herself to toe-curling orgasm. A few minutes later, she was out the door, vagina twitching in anticipation of her next one-sided battle.


Ivy's screams cut off as her head was ripped from her body by Reptile's tongue, leaving a trail of blood in the air. Ivy's decapitated corpse stumbled around on her high heels, girlcum streaming down her shapely thighs. Her large breasts bounced erotically as her sexy body finally collapsed to the ground, twitching and spasming in her death throes...


Ivy panted in depraved lust as Goro held her upside down, her well-stretched pussy orgasmically contracting as it exuded a cocktail of Shokan cum and her nectar. The sexual mixture ran down her belly and over her heaving breasts, dripping into the dominatrix's open mouth. Her severed arms and legs lay on the ground, spurting blood, and Ivy soon joined them as Goro ripped her in half before throwing her down...


Ivy begged Quan Chi for more abuse as he beat her with her own severed leg, needing the sweet release that only being humiliated and annihilated could provide the fallen ice queen. She gibbered out an exclamation of ecstasy as her skull was smashed to a pulp, blood and her brains splattering into the arena sand...


Shang Tsung laughed as he used his magic to watch Ivy stumble towards the door of her cell as she groped her tits and pussy, the slut not even bothering to take her sword as she entered the arena to seek her next defeat. His eyes swept over the rows and rows of vats in his Flesh Pits containing a multitude of copies of Ivy, each awaiting its own implantation of her now broken soul. This experiment with the souls of this dimension's Earthrealm had been quite a success, he thought to himself as he shot a load of cum into Taki's eagerly sucking mouth. He rewarded his concubine by sending a wave of magic to engulf her, the arcane energy eating away at her bodysuit and attacking her erect nipples and sopping pussy. The kunoichi's high pitched shrieks of ecstasy filled the Flesh Pits before Shang Tsung silenced her by ripping the whore's soul from her devastated body. He made a mental note to himself to have the next Taki clone clean up the mess by throwing her own former corpse to the dogs. Maybe he'd even let the kunoichi have some fun by offering herself up as their plaything and meal, Shang Tsung mused, before turning his attention back to his view of Ivy's latest arena demise.


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