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Ellie's survival fight

Published: January 20th 2023, 11:37:53 am

Story:

The 19-year-old Ellie just finished searching for medicine in an abandoned supermarket. As she is making her way out the back door, she suddenly gets grabbed by the throat and violently pinned against the outside wall by a 23-year-old boy from a rival gang. He hits Ellie in the face with an elbow, but she manages to dodge a follow-up strike. Ellie quickly lifts her leg and manages to knee the young man in the balls, freeing herself from being choked against the wall. He stumbles backwards in pain, trying to catch his breath.  Ellie looks her opponent up and down, mustering his appearance. The years of hand-to-hand combat experience quickly give her an idea if she should try to run or stand her ground and fight. Ellie notices that although her attacker is taller, he seems to be much less muscular than her, with a weak looking thin neck. She concludes that she should be able to physically overpower the boy, so he no longer poses a threat. The attacker recovers from the pain and charges at Ellie, but she manages to block his strike and steps to the side, grabbing his arm and slamming him head first into the wall. He turns around with a bloody face and elbows Ellie right on the cheek, knocking her back. The young man grabs at her, managing to only grasp Ellie's top, tearing off the bottom of it. He swings at her again, but she blocks his punch with her left arm. The young looter looses his focus at the sight of Ellie's big mature breasts swinging around inside the barely covering torn top, failing to notice her throwing a powerful punch with her right. It hits him right on the chin, snapping his head to the side and knocking him down to the ground on all fours.

Ellie knows that this is her chance to finish him. She quickly puts takes a big step over the shoulder of her dazed opponent, placing her big thighs at either side of his head. Before the young man realizes what has happened, Ellie is pulling him by his hair, putting his head into place right against her crotch. The young man struggles and tries to shake off her legs. His eyes are wide open and full of fear as he is pulled between Ellie's tight skinny jeans, outlining her well-developed thigh muscles through the fabric.

"I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone else!" Ellie yells as she tightens her grip on the boy's neck with her legs. He now gets his blood cut off and immediately begins turning red. Ellie is shocked by how much force she can generate with her thighs. Blood trickles down from the corners of his lips. She puts her hand on his chin and the other one on the top of his head. Her legs squeeze tighter around his neck, cutting off his air supply.

"Please don't kill me…" he pleads as Ellie is fiercefully strangling her squirming male opponent, desperately grabbing at her powerful thighs.

His body twitches and his eyes start rolling into the back of his head, but Ellie doesn't intend on just choking him unconscious. She concentrates all her strength into her well-built arms, intending to end this duel once and for all. With one quick and powerful movement, Ellie brutally twists the boy's head with her bare hands, breaking his neck like a dry twig, killing him instantly. With is head now twisted 180 degrees, Ellie looks in amazement at the sight of his head hanging in this unnatural position between her thighs, thinking of how she overpowered an older boy in hand-to-hand combat and the humiliating way she ended his worthless life.

Ellie opens her thighs from around his twisted mess of a neck and watches him fall limp to the floor at her feet. She massages her inner thigh where she strangled him and wipes the blood from her hands onto her pants.

"Apparently my looks aren't the only way of me to turning boys heads around" she thinks to herself looking at her victim's face on the ground pointing at her even though he is lying on his stomach. Ellie sits down on his back and sighs in exhaustion as she wiggles his head left and right with her knees, feeling how completely loose it is. She thinks about how the boys her age back at her camp might view her after this when she tells them what happened, being capable of such a violent finisher. The thought alone is turning her on immensely, sitting there with her defeated adversary laying twisted and broken in her lap.