MADUSA'S BLOODY REVENGE
By Kandor
Madusa's revenge on Alecia 
Update: 05/11/1997 to Kandor

	Madusa was seething. She'd just gotten a call from Marie, her friend at 
the studio, who told Madusa the latest gossip that turned out to be the truth: 
Alecia landed that juicy part in the wrestling movie the two were up for, a 
major role in a major picture at a major studio playing against some major 
male talent.
	Madusa was 35, a hot-looking 35, granted, but over-the-hill in 
Hollywood glamour years. Alecia was 20, tight in the ass, firm in the rack, in 
short, everything LA-LA Land thinks is the ideal cinematic woman. Madusa 
was a wrestler, had been pro for years, knew her stuff. Alecia knew shit.
	"But she fucked the producer, Madusa, whaddya expect," Marie 
intoned nasally on the phone. "Out here, you fuck, you win. It's not like the 
wrestling game, honey."
	"This is bullshit, absolute bullshit," Madusa growled back. "I'm not 
pissed at you, Marie, thanks for telling me all this, but it just pisses me off 
royally. I'm so much fucking better than that little-assed cuntessa."
	"Maybe, sweetheart, but like it goes, it ain't who you know," Marie 
continued, "it's who you take up your tight, 20-year-old ass."
	Madusa stormed around the apartment after hanging up. She'd given 
up the wrestling career a couple of years ago. The handwriting was on the 
wall; she was getting old in wrestling years. Like everything else, the powers 
that be (male) wanted youth, young faces, tight bods, pretty blondes with 
empty skulls. So Madusa made the trek to Hollywood. 'Fuck', she'd thought, 
'I've been wrestling my whole life, if that ain't fucking acting, I don't know 
what it'.
	And she'd done all right in the year she'd been in Southern California, 
making a few commercials (middle-aged housewife parts), a bit on a soap, a 
little stage work. But when the call came up for a part of a female wrestler, 
she jumped at it and in fact had made the final cut. It was between her and 
Alecia. The producer had to make a decision of going with the character 
being an older, seasoned ring veteran, like Madusa, or a young hot body 
upstart coming up the wrestling ladder - like Alecia.
	He'd made the play for Madusa, inviting her to his office, plying her 
with drinks, but she was all business. She left, Alecia waltzed in, made with 
the peanut butter legs - easy spreadin' - and the part was her's.  Just like that. 
Tinseltown business as fucking usual.
	Madusa wasn't going away, at least not easily. She called Alecia.
	"Oh, hi, hon, yeah, I got the part, guess you heard, I'm sooooo sorry 
you didn't get it," the vacuous blonde gushed with utmost insincerity on the 
phone. "Well, better luck next time."
	"I hope he had a big cock at least, you fucking whore," Madusa 
growled. "Though with a cunt the size of the one you must have, he'd have to 
wear a fucking life ring around his prick just to touch the walls."
	Icy silence. Click. Dial tone. Madusa smiled. The bitch was scared. 
She liked them like that.
	Alecia wasn't hard to find the next day, practicing her wrestling falls 
alone at the gym where they'd both practiced before. Madusa walked in, 
locked the door behind her. She wore a one-piece black bathing suit and over 
that had on tight jeans, pointy cowboy boots and biker leather gloves with 
sharp metal studs on them. She carried a six-foot length of rope in one hand, 
slapping it into the leather palm of the other as she walked up to the ring 
where a sweaty Alecia kept fucking up falling down. She wore a very tight 
one-piece suit, so tight in the crotch Madusa could read her lips even from 
across the room.
	"You dumb fucking cunt, you can't even fall right," she snapped, 
stepping up on the ring apron.
	Alecia froze. She stared in fear at the wild-haired redhead climbing 
under the ropes, tossing the strand of rope she held to a corner.
	"Sh...show me how?" Alecia said nervously, extending a shaking hand 
in friendship, fake, of course.
	"Sure," Madusa said, stepping forward, hand out. "It's like this."
	She blasted the hand out, in a fist, ramming it hard into Alecia's soft 
belly, exploding the air from her lungs. As she bent over, Madusa 
triphammered her across the shoulder blades, slamming her locked fists down 
on the bony back, splattering the blonde face first onto the mat.
	"There, you cunt!" Madusa screamed, reaching down to grab a 
handful of Alecia's pretty long blonde hair. "That's how you fucking fall!"
	Picking up the lithe, 5-foot-7 blonde, Madusa hoisted her across her 
muscular shoulders and spun her in circles, and then dropping her, crotch 
first, across an upraised thigh. Alecia's eyes crossed and she grabbed her 
pussy, falling to the side. Madusa laughed, and got up to circle her fallen 
opponent.
	"So, you wanna learn about wrestling, huh, you little fuck!" the older 
woman roared. "I'll be happy to show you!"
	She picked up Alecia by the hair again, standing her up on shaky legs. 
The blonde was whimpering, bent over and clutching her groin. Madusa 
laughed.
	"Get your hands away," she ordered the blonde. "Put your fucking 
hands down at your side or I'll break every fucking finger off and shove them 
in your cunt!"
	Alecia obeyed, trembling as she lowered her hands.
	"Close your eyes," Madusa hissed.
	Alecia did and never saw the point of the cowboy boot coming, but 
she felt it as it blasted deep inside her cunt, through the thin fabric of her suit, 
all the way in to the fat part of the foot.
	"AIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Alecia screamed in agony, falling to her knees, 
hands instinctively going to her wounded box and falling to her side in tears.
	"Oh, no you don't, cunt," Madusa growled, dropping on Alecia's head 
with her knees, bouncing the blonde's skull off the mat painfully. "That pussy 
may be yours, and everyone fucking else's, but for now, it belongs to ME!!"
	The bigger woman reached between Alecia's tight thighs and latched 
on full, digging her fingers through the thin suit and mauling the wounded 
pussy lips, tearing out hunks of blonde hair as she did. Madusa howled as she 
pulled and pulled at the crotch, hair coming out in bloody chunks through the 
suit that was now stained bright red. The blonde cried for mercy; Madusa just 
made things worse.
	"Let's get down to business, you fuckpig," she spat at the begging 
blonde, ripping at the fabric of the tight suit, clearing it out of the way and 
leaving nothing between her plunging hand and the pussy it was attacking.
	Madusa grabbed a huge handful of beaver and pulled so hard, Alecia 
came up off the mat, suspended on the strong arm of her tormentress by a 
fistful of cunt fur. But not for long. With an obscene tearing sound, the hair 
ripped free and Alecia crashed to the mat, denuded in the pussy, which was 
oozing red like it had been cut with a knife.
	"NOOOOOOOOoooooooo!!!" the whipped blonde screamed as 
Madusa now used her fist to punch and pummel the tender twat tissue, the 
studs on her biker glove tearing the flesh of Alecia's cunny.
	"That...was...MY...part...you....CUNT!!!" Madusa growled, 
accentuating each word with a violent punch to Alecia's twat, the agonized 
blonde crying out loud on each one.
	Madusa lifted the groggy girl to her feet and lifted her over her 
shoulders again, spinning her around and delivering her this time, crotch 
down, across the hard upper rope, her pussy splaying out around the rough 
fabric, scraping raw what already wasn't bruised, bloodied or battered. 
Alecia's eyes were shut tight against the pain, tears flowing from the corners 
as Madusa held the blonde steady and dragged her the length of the ring and 
up against the post. Madusa lifted Alecia up and over the post, and plopped 
her down on the rope, dragging her burning pussy along it,leaving a trail of 
crimson behind. And so it went, all four sides, marking the route with Alecia's 
pussy blood. By the time the blonde fell off the last rope, she was nearly 
unconscious from the extreme pain.
	"Uh-uh, no you don't, not yet," Madusa hissed, getting the blonde over 
on her back, spreading her legs and dragging her to a corner of the ring. 
"Don't want you to think I forgot the posts!!"
	With that, Madusa put each of the blonde's long legs on either side of 
the post, reached in to grab her feet, and then brutally pulled back as hard as 
she could, Alecia's bloodied cunt ramming into the cold steel with agonizing 
force. Alecia's voice left her, so great was the pain, as Madusa pushed her 
back into the ring a bit, only to grab her feet again and pull forward hard, 
bashing her cunt into the post again. Over and over, Madusa brutalized 
Alecia's raw cunt until it made a squishing sound on contact with the metal, 
leaving behind a cuntlip kiss of blood each time. Madusa laughed evily and 
jumped into the ring, lifting the barely awake blonde up by the hair and 
hauling her to the corner.
	"Fuck you," the redhead growled, lifting Alecia up and positioning her 
blood-soaked cunt over the corner post, a tube of solid steel about five inches 
in diameter. "Better yet, let my friend here fuck you!!"
	Alecia's eyes shot open, only the whites showing; the pain from being 
forced down on the cold post was too much and her body was convulsing 
from the overwhelming agony. Her battered cunt lips spread wide, helped by 
Madusa's powerful fingers, and engulfed the post, lubricated by a gush of hot 
blood. Lower and lower she sank, pushed and pulled down by Madusa, until a 
good foot of the metal column was imbedded inside Alecia's broken cunt.
	"No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no 
no no no no no no no..." Alecia babbled uncontrollably, a river of cunt blood 
pouring from her shredded hole, cascading down the steel post and staining 
the mat a bright red as it seeped into the fabric in an obscene fan pattern from 
the corner.
	Alecia slumped over, passed out cold, but unable to fall as she sat 
impaled on the cunt by the thick post. Madusa pulled her off, her cunt making 
a gruesome sucking sound on the steel as she popped off, a thick, jelly sheen 
of red shining on the top and sides.
	Madusa dragged the unconscious girl to the ropes and lay her on her 
back before them. She pulled Alecia's hands up and entwined them in the 
strands, twisting them tightly around her wrists, rendering the beaten girl 
immobile. Madusa then stood between her legs and began footfucking that 
bloody cunt, shoving the entire front part of her pointed boot deep into the 
violated pussy.
	"These are good boots, but I don't fucking care," Madusa growled 
down at the groggy Alecia, who was starting to come around from the new 
wave of pain sheeting over her.
	She awoke screaming and looked down to see half a booted foot 
imbedded in her destroyed cunt. She tried to fight, but her hands were tight in 
the ropes as Madusa pulled back her foot all the way out and then slammed it 
in again, a brutal, dead-on kick to the center of cuntland, the boot sluicing in 
farther this time, a spray of blood pumping out the sides from the impact. 
Again and again, Madusa reeled back that foot and slammed it home, 
punishing a cunt that would never be the same again. Alecia passed out again.
	Madusa fetched the rope and pulled it up between the blonde's blood-
streaked thighs. Getting behind Alecia on the outside of the ring, she grabbed 
both ends of the rope and pulled it tight against the raw meat of the blonde's 
cunt.
	"Wake up you fucking whore!!" Madusa screamed in Alecia's ear 
until the blonde revived. "You'll not wanna miss this!! Maybe you can use 
this move in your new movie!!!"
	Alecia screamed again in a renewed round of agony as Madusa started 
pulling the rope up and down, the rough fabric scraping the length of her 
swollen cunt, tearing at already ripped flesh, scratching a path from clit to 
asshole, leaving no piece of woman flesh untouched. She was flossing 
Alecia's cunt with the thick rope, fucking her lips with it, drenching the 
coarse material in hot red blood, mutilating the pussy underneath with savage, 
angry twists and pulls.
	"I'll saw your fucking cunt in half, you fucking pig!!!" Madusa 
screamed in Alecia's ear, biting a piece off and spitting it across the ring in a 
bloody spew. "And I'm not done yet!!"
	Madusa dropped the rope and jumped back into the ring, yanking it 
clear of Alecia's pussy, ripping out a chunk of cunt meat as she did because 
the rope had stuck to raw flesh. Alecia twitched against the pain, more so 
when Madusa ran from across the ring and jumped, heels first, down onto 
Alecia's tortured twat.
	"OH GOD NONONONONONONO..GOD PLEASE STOP PLEASE 
STOP PLEASE STOP!!!"
	Alecia screamed non-stop now, a constant barrage of entreaties to get 
her tormentress to stop, but Madusa was possessed as she used the ropes to 
jump high and then come crashing down, grinding the heels of her blood-
stained cowboy boots deep into Alecia's battered box. She stood on it now, on 
the pubic area, punching the heels down again and again until she felt the 
bone splinter beneath, sending shards of spiked bone on stabbing missions 
deep inside the pussy. Alecia's eyes were swollen shut from crying so much 
and so hard. Madusa pulled her foot back and gave her one last slam with the 
toe of her pointy boot.
	And then she fell to her knees, spread Alecia's trembling legs, and 
thrust a fist, a fist covered with a metal-studded glove, deep inside the 
blonde's ravaged cunt. Alecia screamed again, hoarsely, as her throat gave out 
under the constant assault. Madusa pushed and grunted, twisting her arm, 
fisting the cunt deeper, powering it in. The bigger woman growled, 
animalistically, thickening her fist and making the muscles in her forearm 
dance, anything to make the intrusion into Alecia's cunt that much more 
painful. The blonde cracked her eyes open and looked between her legs in 
horror; Madusa was in her cunt up to the elbow, a circle of blood around the 
thick part of her forearm, slowly pumping out in gruesome gushes.
	"You stole from me, you fucking hole, and now I'm making sure you 
won't fuck to get what you want for a long time, if ever," Madusa growled, 
face to face with Alecia, angry spit spraying from her clenched lips onto 
Alecia's teary cheeks. "It feels good to arm fuck you, you cunt! Not even your 
fucking doctor takes you this deep! I think I got a lung on my finger, girl! I 
just may pull it out and stuff it down your fucking throat!!!"
	With a vengeance now, Madusa violently pulled her arm almost all 
the way out and then thrust it back in, harder each time, huge sheets of blood 
spilling on the mat as she did. When she'd fuck her hard with that big arm, a 
mist of blood would seep out from the sides of the plunging forearm, coating 
it and drenching Alecia's pretty thighs. For five tortured minutes, Madusa 
arm-fucked the broken blonde, the shattered bones of her pussy area grinding 
as she did. When Alecia passed out this time, Madusa let her stay. She pulled 
her slimy arm out of the blonde's destroyed cunt and wiped it across the 
unconscious girl's open mouth.
	"I think I'll call that hotshot producer," Madusa said to the sleeping 
girl tied to the ropes in the ring with a river of blood oozing from her busted 
cunt. "I hear a part just opened up."