Title: Extreme Limit
Author: Trina Dudley
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: In answer to a challenge, Bubba Ray and a diva to be named later.
Summary:  Bubba's got a secret crush on a certain diva.  What's he going to do about it?
Notes: This is to answer a challenge from Angela.  This story shall include:  nonconsensual sex, hot dogs, peanuts, and baseball
Notes II:  !!!!DEATHFIC!!!!

Extreme Limits

There was one thing good about living in New York and that was the 26 time World Series Champion New York Yankees.  If there was one thing Bubba Ray Dudley loved, it was baseball.  And with three days off, he was going to spend every second he could at the house that Ruth built.  He bought four season tickets in a sky box every season, and a lot of times he'd get some of his fellow superstars to go with him.  This road trip was no different.  

Now they were sitting in his air conditioned box with a waitress attending to their every need.  He had only one complaint.  The diva who'd captured his attention was seated to his right, completely unaware that with every breath he took, his heart was beating painfully.  He started drinking, hoping that would put a lid on his hormones, but as he got more alcohol in his system, the more painful the longing became.  

"I'm gonna get some hot dogs and peanuts," Tommy Dreamer said.

Bubba nodded and told him to put whatever they got on his ticket.  This was all his treat.  He got mind blowingly drunk by the seventh inning stretch and his attitude had soured, thanks in part to the fact that the object of his lust was touching him constantly, pointing out all the action on the field.  The Yanks had built up a substantial lead thanks to Karim Garcia hitting a grand slam in the bottom of the fifth, so they were able to just sit back and talk and enjoy the game.  

"We're gonna go walk around the stadium for a while.  Let us back in after the game," Dreamer said, taking Victoria's hand in his and leading her out of the box.  That left just Bubba and the other diva.

He turned to face her and just watched her silently, loving the way she'd smile when the Yankees would do something spectacular on the field.  She had a gorgeous smile.  Her long red hair hung in simple waves down her back and he had a horrible fascination with long hair.  He'd imagined her stretched out on his bed with her head around her in a red halo too many times.  

She noticed his gaze and turned to smile at him so sweetly.  "What's on your mind Bubs?"

He chugged his latest cup of beer down before answering.  "What would you say if I told you it was you?"

She lightly punched him in the shoulder.  "You're such a goof.  What's really on your mind?"

"No you don't understand.  I'm being serious.  What if I told you I've got a thing for you and I'd like nothing better than to kiss you right now?"

Her eyes widened and then she laughed.  "Shut up, you're drunk Bubba."

"Yeah, well maybe I am, but not too drunk to know what I want.  And I want you," he said as he pursed his lips and tried to kiss her.  

She pulled back.  "Bubba, stop it.  You're drunk. I don't want this."

"Oh you divas are all the same.  You'll show off what you've got every day to a guy, but when he tries to take what you're offering, you wanna play that shy innocent shit.  Fuck that bullshit," he said, his voice rising with anger.  

She reminded herself that he was drunk and that arguing with him would do nothing but make him madder, so she tried to be diplomatic with him.  "Bubba, you're a very good friend of mine and I don't want to upset you right now.  We can go out sometime and see what happens, but that day isn't today.  You're drunk and I think we should get outta here so you can sleep it off or something."

He saw red at her comment and he narrowed his eyes.  "So you think you're too good for me?  You could stand to be taken down a peg or two."  As he said this, he stood so that he was towering over her with his hands on her chair, blocking her escape.  The smell of the beer was nauseating and she was starting to get scared.

"Bubba, knock it off.  This isn't funny anymore," she managed to stammer out as his face lowered.  He was so close, they were breathing the same air.

"I only want to kiss you," he said, his words very slurred.  "Please let me kiss you."

She figured if she allowed him that, he might leave her alone.  She vowed to never spend another moment alone with him after this.  "Fine.  Kiss me and leave me the hell alone."

He looked into her eyes and saw the fear and hatred boiling and it softened him momentarily.  He wasn't try to scare her.  He just wanted her so badly, it was killing him.  He stooped lower and took her lips in a kiss that was much rougher than he'd intended.  He heard her muffled whimper of pain, but he couldn't stop at that point.  His tongue pushed past the barrier of her closed lips and teeth and he tasted her for the first time and he found it more intoxicating than the beer.  His hands came up to cup her shoulders and hold her still as he kissed her bruisingly.  Bubba tasted blood, but he didn't know if it was from her mouth of his own.  He didn't care.

She tried to struggle, but he held her so tightly, she couldn't move more than an inch or so.  She even tried to bite his tongue, but he was kissing her so wildly, she couldn't do that either.  Only when he pulled her onto the floor and covered her with his body did she try to buck him off.  He tore his mouth away from hers and kissed her neck even more roughly than her mouth.  She screamed and his hand went to cover her mouth as he bit her hard, breaking the skin with his teeth.  

With his other hand, he forced it between their bodies to cup her breast.  He wasn't gentle as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  It didn't occur to him that she didn't want the attention he was giving her.  He just didn't care.  He was tired of watching her parade around half-naked with her attitude.  He'd been pushed to the limit and he was taking what he wanted.  

His hand moved from her breast down to the buttons on her jeans and he quickly ripped them open.  Her thongs were so skimpy and flimsy and he had no problem breaking them as well.  She was whimpering and trying to fight him, so he backhanded her to still her movements long enough for him to get the jeans and what was left of her thongs off of her.  When they were gone, he forced his hand between her thighs and shoved two fingers in her tight hole.  She was bone dry and he heard her grunt of pain as he fingered her wildly.  His thumb went to her clit and the discomfort was nearly her undoing.  It hurt far worse than anything she'd ever felt before and she didn't know how to fight him.  

He undid the snap of his jeans and pushed them out of his way, freeing himself from the tight confines.  She was thrashing under him again, so he slapped her again and removed his hand from her throbbing vagina.  She felt momentary relief before she felt the cool head of his cock seeking entrance.  She tried to tighten her muscles to prevent his entrance, but he was too strong for her.  He pushed himself in to the hilt and she screamed as excruciating pain racked her slim body.  She prayed that he'd finish quickly and free her from the torment.   Over her, Bubba was nearly mindless with pleasure as he rammed himself again and again into her tight channel.  

He pounded her fiercely, the sounds of pain she was making spurring him on.  He was more turned on than he'd ever been and he fucked her madly, nearing his release.  Sweat rolled off of his forehead and dripped on her as he continued using her body unmercifully.  Finally he felt his sac tighten and he thrust as hard as he could before spurting inside her.  His body jerked as his orgasm shook him to his very foundation.  When the aftershocks had come and gone, he pulled out and released her mouth.  She was too shaken to even scream.  Instead, she laid there as the tears ran down her cheeks.  

He'd sobered up during the hateful act and when he saw what he'd done, he felt a remorse he'd never known was possible.  How could have raped her?  My god, what had he done?  He stuffed himself back into his jeans and tried to get her back in her clothes.  The dead look in her eyes stopped him.  

"My God, I'm so sorry.  I'm so sorry," he whispered.

She laughed.  A wild uncontrollable laugh.  "Sorry?  You're sorry.  Doesn't that make me feel better?"  

He hung his head and found that he couldn't even look at her.  "Jesus, I don't know what came over me.  I am so sorry.  More than you'll ever know.  I know you'll never forgive me, but I am just so sorry."  He rose and quietly left the sky box.  He got in his car and drove to his apartment and he sat on his couch, still not believing what had just occurred.  

He walked to his bedroom and opened his dresser drawer.  There was a . 44 magnum lying there and he picked it up, fingering the trigger.  He sat down on his couch again and poured himself a snifter of scotch.  He drank it down quickly and braced himself for what was about to come.  With a shaky hand, he brought the gun to his head and rested it against his temple.  

"I'm sorry.  I am.  I'm sorry.  I just...love you Lita," with that said, he calmly pulled the trigger and slumped back against the couch, his lifeblood running down the leather sofa.  His brown eyes were open, unseeing as they stared lifelessly out into the cold empty room.  The scales of justice had been balanced.  It was done.

END.