Wheel of Fortune! Rosie, Alyssa and a lot of "H"

The Bomber, deprived of her senses, was sent stumbling back from that kick to the face. She dropped Rosie, growling slightly much to the audience's approval. Every setback to the heel was worth cheering, apparently. But what would the conductor do now? She was still tired from that previous orgasm, meaning she had some fighting to do before she could turn the match around.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK."

Bomber Blank didn't stop, though. She stomped back over towards Rosie, the manic glare in her eyes not diminishing in the least!

Rosie rolled away as fast as she could, still gasping from that last orgasm. Without even looking up, she knew that Alyssa was coming back, even madder than ever. And although she wanted nothing better than just sprawl out her back and take a nap, she suspected that Alyssa wasn't going to give her the opportunity.

Using the ropes to pull herself up, Rosie quickly considered her options. There was the obvious one - running away, but the bomber was going to catch up sooner or later. So... what else? Standing up on her shaky knees, she faced the rapey girl stomping towards her, with no idea in her mind how she was going to get through the match.

Rosie was both lucky and unlucky, in a way. Lucky because Alyssa was more intent on sex than actual good strategy, and unlucky because now she had a maniac running at her. But, as always, the universe hated Bomber Blank. And right now, it'd express its hate by not so kindly reminding her that the boot she had removed from Rosie was in her path.

SLIP. THUD.

"Rrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaapppppeeeeeeeeeeee-"

Alyssa was already getting up, but right now she was on her hands and knees. How would Rosie take advantage of this situation?

So, quick recap on the scenario: Tiny pink-haired high school marching band conductor facing down clumsy terrorist wrestler lesbian zombie rapist. That was a band name, a movie title and 2 tumblrs all in one.

Whatever divine intervention that placed that boot there, Rosie was happy that at least something was going right for her in this impossible situation. If she didn't make use of this one chance, she might as well just lie down and let Alyssa do whatever unholy things Alyssa did.

Running as fast as her weak knees would let her, Rosie would kick Alyssa wherever was in range of her small legs: in the face, in the gut, in the arm, or in between the legs, landing a hit anywhere would be more time to avoid being... Alyssa'd!

Alyssa might not have been cognizant of the impacts, but she couldn't ignore physics. Every time she tries to get up, she was immediately booted back down. Her sense of balance had been thrown off, and after a certain point she stopped trying to get up. That didn't mean she was done, though. Even now that she was crawling, she only had to move forward to be a threat. And move forward she did, almost slithering as she reached out to try and pull Rosie's legs out from underneath the conductor!

The crazy girl wasn't stopping! Alyssa was on all fours and still clambering after her! And Rosie could only dodge around for so long, it took just a second for her to get pulled down her butt plopping on the ground. "[color#=FF40FF]Noo... s-stoopp..![/color]" Rosie's tiny body thrashed around, if she went still for even a second, then who knows what things the bomber girl would do to her? Even flopping around like this, she probably wasn't safe, but it was better than nothing!

Right?

It was at that point where the screen changed again, this time to a picture of an anus. Oh, boy. This was not going to be good. Alyssa was dragging herself over to Rosie, trying to pin her legs down as she got her glove ready. Rather unfortunately for Rosie, it seemed like it was time for crazy zombie anal rape. As her red gloved hand came closer and closer to the conductor's rear, the rather demented Bomber only laughed harshly. Poor Rosie, it seemed like she was about to take it up the butt. Repeatedly.

Why couldn't the wheel point to somewhere else? Like, anywhere else? Whoever was at the controls of this thing was probably thinking he'd stumbled onto a Create Your Own Lesbian Porno or something. Like, FUCK, man.

Which, as it turned out, was exactly what Alyssa's crazy head was thinking. The hand drew closer... and it was there, poking her right in her forbidden hole. "AI-AIIIIE! G-GET OUTTA THERE!!" Rosie jumped on the spot, a high-pitched scream rang out as Alyssa got to work, it didn't seem like Rosie was making any miracle escapes this time.

"RAAAAAAAAAAPE."

Nope, Alyssa was assaulting her hole like she was a GI in 'Nam. Two fingers of one hand slid in as the Bomber's other hand grasped at Rosie's shoulder to pin her down. Oh, what a cruel and horrible fate awaited the pink haired girl. Sure, the crowd was booing their lungs out, but that wasn't going to stop Alyssa. Oh, no. She was going to live up to what she said.

Fuck until coma, etc. Well, actually that was what she always tried to do. But really, in her state of mindless sexual lust, it wasn't exactly like she was capable of anything else. Could Rosie use the Bomber's mental degradation to her advantage? Well, the answer was predicated on whether she could escape from this ass ravaging position first.

Alyssa was a woman of her word at least. Her one, singular word. Alyssa stuffed her fingers into Rosie and brought her weight down, but Rosie was certainly not staying still, and with all her squirming, Alyssa wasn't having an easy time holding Rosie down.

That didn't help much with the situation on her backdoor though, the lunatic's fingers were going in and out, drawing out panicked screams from Rosie's lips. She had to act fast, or who knows what would happen to her. Maybe she'd wake up the next day and end up a sex-crazed zombie like Alyssa.

Rosie's legs shot up behind her, she couldn't see her target, but it wasn't as if Alyssa was focused on defending herself right now anyways. She just need to knock the air outta Alyssa's lungs... and stop the raping.