08-04-2008, 02:50 PM
The Perils of Robin (part 2) Written by Bill69
I had been on the gym’s indoor track for over an hour now. Tired, sweaty and sore I jogged around the track in nothing but a pair of men’s white jogging or boxing shorts. The wide waistband bore the name Everlast in bold black letters. The only other thing I wore was a white running shoes and ankle socks. The loose fitting shorts, cut high on the hips, exposed most of my crotch with out much effort. Sweat poured off me as I ran, my small pear shaped breasts bouncing and swaying with each footfall and movement.
I knew I was being watched by the person I called the raincoat lady. She had used me twice before in the mirrored room. She shows up in a raincoat wearing hose and spiked heels, once with panties and once without. I guess she enjoyed the beatings she gave me so much that she came back to do it again.
Dorothy, the more friendly of Zinnia’s two thuget’s told me the Rain Coat Lady was a VP in one of Seattle’s larger banking institutions and was now a part owner in the gym.
“Zinnia told me about her,” Dorothy had said. “She is a sponsor and a devout supporter of Zinnias’ fighting career. And one of her many part time lovers; that is when she sneak away from the hubby and kids,” Dorothy had added with a smirk and a wink.
“She wanted the experience of beating up someone, wants to be a little like Zinnia I think”.
I guess that is where I came in; to fulfill her fantasies. Now she is back and here I am, this time it’s a thousand bucks, hell I would let her do me for free probably.
I have been here a little over two months now and the beatings with the exception of the match with Zinnia have been more enjoyable that painful. To be honest I enjoy the shit out of them, it’s like a drug, and I can’t help myself. The more I get the more I want, and often more sever. I love the feeling of being helpless and under the power of some one else. Being hit, tied up and hit and being tossed around turns me on to no extent. I get wet even with the thought of it.
That is what scares Rebecca. Rebecca is the gyms doctor and says she is starting to worry about me and my sadomasochistic needs. She is afraid that I am going to get seriously hurt or worse. Like after the wrestling match, I was a really mess and then to let the audience have me, well it was more than should have been allowed. She forgets that is what they paid a thousand dollars apiece for.
She had to have Dorothy carry me back to the locker room where she cleaned me up and then took me home for the weekend. She and her husband Tim took care of me and soothed my battered body. While I made ten thousand from the match, I took a bad beating at the hands of Zinnia and then some of the women in the audience got to enjoy working on me in front of their partners. It’s a couple’s only affair and like I said, each couple has to pay two thousand dollars each and have current medical proof that they have no medical problems. Another service Rebecca over sees I guess.
Rebecca and Tim are quite the eclectic couple. Rebecca is from New York City and an ex gangbanger. When she sixteen she was picked up by some rich dude and promised a new life if she would obey his rules and resign her self to learning what he taught her no questions asked. At first she said she thought all he want to do was fuck her and dump her. But he had a select group of women he used for visiting business acquaintances and he was into of all things belly punching and BDSM. He liked to watch women fight and that was the primary reason he picked her up,
As it turned out, he was good to his word and became her mentor. Educating her in the martial arts, the art of love, high finance and at her request in the field of medicine. While learning to become a doctor she traveled and took care of his business interest for him, male or female. She fought in special fights that were arranged by him for some of his business friends and serviced a couple very wealthy women who required his services. That, she told me is why she is bi and how she met Tim.
Tim is her husband and an ex-medical corpsman that served in Vietnam. Later he became an EMT when he got out of the service. She said she met him through a professional contact. Laughing she said he was the chauffeur of the limo that was sent to pick her up when she was sent to service his boss. The long and short of it is she is a doctor who specializes in sports medicine. Tim owns two naturopathic clinics and is well know in the greater Seattle area for his knowledge in herbal medicine, massage therapy and acupuncture.
Rebecca’s old boss took a lot of her earnings and invested them for her as he did the other ten to fifteen girls he had working for him. Back when Bill Gates was starting his empire she had $23,000 dollars invested in her name after a rich Arab gave her $50,000 dollars for defeating another girl in an all out cunt busting, titty smashing fist fight. She said it was the worst beating she had ever gotten in or out of the ring in her life. Topless, wearing only thongs, with taped hands. No rules, no submission. The referee who was a doctor could stop the fight if it appeared that one of the opponents was getting too seriously hurt. Or as in most cases let it continued until the one of the two opponents was knocked unconscious. Then victor raised her hands to signal she was through. In reality it meant that the unconscious opponent could still be struck even if unconscious.
Rebecca said it had taken forty-five minutes of all out fighting for the fight to come to a bloody conclusion. There were no rounds and the downed opponent did not have to be let back up. It was another form of extreme fighting I guess, only for women.
It finally ended she said, with her knocking the other girl out. Rebecca told me she had three cracked ribs, a broken nose, two broken toes and had two teeth knocked loose. Her stomach was so sore that she stayed in bed for two days. It took weeks for her to heal and she had heard the other fighter was in worse shape than she was. She said both of her eyes were blackened and she could only see out of the left one by the end of the fight. Both breasts were black and blue with raw and bleeding nipples. She passed blood in her urine for a week.
“After that a legend in martial arts showed me how to deliver more effective punches,” she told me.
“Who” I asked naturally?
“Bruce Lee,” she said with awe in her voice.
I never told her I didn’t know who Bruce Lee was. I have since learned who he was and realize why she is so good at fighting, boy am I impressed.
Dorothy told me that she has seen Zinnia get in the ring twice with Rebecca. The first time was when she wanted to hire her and laughed at Rebecca when Rebecca said it took more than strength to win a fight. Zinnia being much bigger than Rebecca jokingly challenged her to a fight. She was totally shocked when Rebecca accepted the challenge. Then being a tougher opponent than she thought, Zinnia finally kicked her in the crotch and went to work on her tits trying to end the fight in her typical way. To her surprise Rebecca gave her some of her own medicine and then some, pounding her tits and cunt then knocking her out for almost five minutes. Rebecca was back in the gym the next day working out. Zinnia was out of the gym for three days.
“From what I understand,” Dorothy had said, “Rebecca is the only person ever to knock Zinnia out much less win a fight with her. Then a month later”, Dorothy chuckled, “Zinnia tried to take Rebecca again and again ended up on the canvas. Only this time bawling like a baby, her tits battered and another smashed crotch. Yea, the doc is really something. Who would have ever thought a small woman like that could take Zinnia apart like a child’s puzzle.”
She laughed, “Zinnia has never challenged her again, in or out of the ring. And while she doesn’t like the doc much, she sure in the hell respects her.”
I smiled to my self as I continued to plod around the indoor track, I wondered if who ever was watching me was wondering what I was smiling about.
Finally one of the girls who work in the locker room came and told me I was wanted in the mirror room. To go straight there and not to shower or clean up. I jogged down to the mirror room guessing the rain coat lady would be there waiting for me. I felt a tingling sensation begin in my stomach and run down into my crotch, I knew what I was about to receive and was excited at the prospect of getting a good beating. The kind I knew I could enjoy and not be too sore the next day.
I opened the door and walked into the room, it was empty except for the mirrored reflections of me that covered every wall and the ceiling. It reminded me of a mystery I read quite some time back, called The Glass Menagerie.
I stood there sweaty, exhausted and wondering what the heck when she walked in. She was wearing a light over coat and when she removed it all she had on besides heels this time was a short black leather skirt.
But man was I shocked when I saw both of her breasts and stomach were red, she was covered with welts that looked like they had been put there with a switch or something. I was beginning to wonder what in the hell I had gotten myself into.
After slipping off the coat she started towards me smiling as if I were a long lost friend or something. I thought she was going to say something to me but without warning she slugged me right in the middle of the stomach, direct on the belly button.
OOOooouuufff! I grunted as I grabbed my stomach and dropped to knees. “Well sweetie are you happy to see me again,” she asked as she grabbed my hair and yanked me back to my feet. I thought for sure she was going to yank it out by the roots
I was quickly on my feet, as she again slammed her fist into my soft lower stomach, ooouuuffff, dropping me to my knees again gasping for breath. She grasp my hair with her left fist and started pummeling my breast with her right. God, she hammered her fist into them with a vengeance. Punch after punch in rapid-fire succession. I felt the pain exploding in my chest and heard myself grunting with each punch as it drove into the nipples crushing my small mounds of flesh back against my chest.
Unngg, aahhh, uunn I heard myself moan, sounding as if they were coming from somewhere else instead of me. In a few seconds I forgot about the fire she started in my tummy as the pain was shooting through both of my breasts as she punched and slapped them, each dull smack hardly reached my ears before the next one arrived.
Suddenly she yanked me back to my feet by the hair again and as I brought my hands up to protect my battered tits she turned and threw a hard right followed by a short left to my soft lower belly.
BBOOOuuuufff, unnggfff.
I went right back down on my knees again, doubled over with my forehead touching the floor. I was already tired and it did not take much to take me down. Suddenly I knew why I had been running. This is the way she wanted me, hot, tired and sweaty, she wouldn’t have any trouble controlling my movements. Why I don’t know? It’s not like I was going to fight back. I knelt there feeling like I had just been run over by a train and enjoying every minute of it, desiring more.
“Come on bitch get up and fight “ I heard her yell as she yanked me back to my feet by my hair and slapped my face, smack! I could feel the fire starting on my right cheek and then on my left, smack. Then she repeated the blows, snapping my head back and forth. My ears were starting to ring and I began to see black spots. I tried to bring my hands to my face and she stepped up and slammed her knee into my crotch.
Jesus, I almost climaxed as the exquisite pain shot through my body and sent me back to my knees. I had a fire burning in my belly and my pussy. I was completely defenseless and at her mercy and so turned on that I was about to cum. The whole thing was much more of a turn on than being chained to the wall and beaten. Suddenly she pulled me to my feet again by my hair.
“Come on and swing at me you stupid cunt, I know you enjoy this so swing at me slut.” She pulled my shorts down and let them drop at my feet. Then grabbing me by the hair on my mound, started slapping my boobs, smack! smack!,
“Come on bitch, swing.” Smack, again to the left tit, smack! to the right one.
“Hit me cunt!” My tits felt as if they were on fire and the pain was intense, God I loved it.
Finally I swung as she stepped back and easily ducked it while hitting me with a right straight in the soft roll of flesh to the side of my navel. Ooooouffff.
“Again,” she yelled as she pulled me to my feet by my hair. Again I swung, and again I missed as she hit me twice this time, uuunngg, oouufff. I went down but slowly fought to get up. I was just up when she started in on my breasts again,…smack, ….smack,… smack… I backed up with each blow as the pain ran through me and the pressure built like a bomb in my loins. I swung again and missed and got another in the gut, uunngg She knew what she was doing because this blow was not hard enough to knock me down.
Finally she had backed me up against the wall and I just stood there swaying like a drunken sailor trying to swing at her. She hit me at will, smack to the face, smack to the left boob, uunngg. Wamp to the belly button, oouuff.
She played this game with me for a few minutes, punching and slapping me as I rocked and swayed and with each blow wanting that elusive climax that refused to find me. She was having a lot fun hitting me as I stood there stumbling with each blow that she gave me, finally my hands hung limply at my sides and I just absorbed her punishment, enjoying every helpless minute of it.
Finally she grabbed me by the hair and snapped my head back slapping my face and punching me.
“Open your mouth cunt!” smack! Open, smack, your, smack, fucking, oooffff, mouth ooofff, cunt she hissed intensely, and grabbing my already battered right boob in a vice like girp.
Finally I opened my mouth wondering what she had in store for me. She spit in my mouth and laughing let go of my boob and slugged me hard in the lower stomach, Ooouuufff.
Dropping to my knees I stayed there even though she had a firm grip on my hair, my legs were no longer able to support me.
As she held me up by my hair while on my knees, she started slapping my face again.
“You pathetic little cunt.” Then went back to slapping my breast, smack, smack, the blows fell fast and hard. “You want to cum don’t you slut?”
God did I, I felt like I was going to explode, “Yes, I groaned as she slapped my face again, smack!
“Say it bitch,” she hissed, beg you worthless slut.
“I want ah cum please,” I moaned as she grabbed my nipples and pulled. Goooaaddddddd.
“Louder, slut.”
“Plleeaassee! Dear God Pleassseeee,” wimpered.
I was so close and yet so far, I had never felt such tumultuous feelings of pain frustration and exquisite enjoyment. Again, she yanked hard on my nipples AAAAhhhhhhhh,
“GOD YES, PULL THE FUCKING THINGs OFF, SSHHIIITTTT Please hurt meeee goddd-damit plllleassse beat me”.
I started cuming so hard that I almost threw up. I shook and moaned as I was there on my knees with her holding me up by my nipples and tugging hard on them.
AAAAHHHHHH I heard my self-trying to scream as I shook with my climax and the pleasure of her pulling on my nipples. OOOHHH….GGOOOOddddd, and for some reason I started to sob and cry.
I didn’t know what she was doing to me but I couldn’t control my self, I wanted her to kill me. I wanted to die with the pleasure of her ripping my tits off and beating me to death, kicking my cunt, my stomach, it felllttttttt swossssoss googgggoggddddddd.
She let go my nipples and with my legs pinned under me and bent at the knees forced me on to my back. Then kneeling over me and pinning my arms with her legs she lowered herself right onto my face and began punching me in the stomach and on leaning forward and hitting me in my pussy. My second orgasm had just started to subside when her fist started in on my crotch. Being bent and exposed as I was with my legs spread wide open for her, another orgasm ripped through me like a chain saw. It was so hard I thought I peed.
I couldn’t scream because my face was smothered by her bare crotch. All of a sudden I though I was going to explode. I felt her climax and heard her almost scream as she shook and shuttered through hers.
Just as I thought I was going to black out she stood up. Grabbing my hair she yanked me up to my knees and started slapping my face then whispered into my ear.
“The big one cunt, the big one”, and kicked me in the stomach just below the navel. OOOOuuuuuuuffffffffff, OOOOuuuuuffffffffff, “yesssss.”
I had been on the gym’s indoor track for over an hour now. Tired, sweaty and sore I jogged around the track in nothing but a pair of men’s white jogging or boxing shorts. The wide waistband bore the name Everlast in bold black letters. The only other thing I wore was a white running shoes and ankle socks. The loose fitting shorts, cut high on the hips, exposed most of my crotch with out much effort. Sweat poured off me as I ran, my small pear shaped breasts bouncing and swaying with each footfall and movement.
I knew I was being watched by the person I called the raincoat lady. She had used me twice before in the mirrored room. She shows up in a raincoat wearing hose and spiked heels, once with panties and once without. I guess she enjoyed the beatings she gave me so much that she came back to do it again.
Dorothy, the more friendly of Zinnia’s two thuget’s told me the Rain Coat Lady was a VP in one of Seattle’s larger banking institutions and was now a part owner in the gym.
“Zinnia told me about her,” Dorothy had said. “She is a sponsor and a devout supporter of Zinnias’ fighting career. And one of her many part time lovers; that is when she sneak away from the hubby and kids,” Dorothy had added with a smirk and a wink.
“She wanted the experience of beating up someone, wants to be a little like Zinnia I think”.
I guess that is where I came in; to fulfill her fantasies. Now she is back and here I am, this time it’s a thousand bucks, hell I would let her do me for free probably.
I have been here a little over two months now and the beatings with the exception of the match with Zinnia have been more enjoyable that painful. To be honest I enjoy the shit out of them, it’s like a drug, and I can’t help myself. The more I get the more I want, and often more sever. I love the feeling of being helpless and under the power of some one else. Being hit, tied up and hit and being tossed around turns me on to no extent. I get wet even with the thought of it.
That is what scares Rebecca. Rebecca is the gyms doctor and says she is starting to worry about me and my sadomasochistic needs. She is afraid that I am going to get seriously hurt or worse. Like after the wrestling match, I was a really mess and then to let the audience have me, well it was more than should have been allowed. She forgets that is what they paid a thousand dollars apiece for.
She had to have Dorothy carry me back to the locker room where she cleaned me up and then took me home for the weekend. She and her husband Tim took care of me and soothed my battered body. While I made ten thousand from the match, I took a bad beating at the hands of Zinnia and then some of the women in the audience got to enjoy working on me in front of their partners. It’s a couple’s only affair and like I said, each couple has to pay two thousand dollars each and have current medical proof that they have no medical problems. Another service Rebecca over sees I guess.
Rebecca and Tim are quite the eclectic couple. Rebecca is from New York City and an ex gangbanger. When she sixteen she was picked up by some rich dude and promised a new life if she would obey his rules and resign her self to learning what he taught her no questions asked. At first she said she thought all he want to do was fuck her and dump her. But he had a select group of women he used for visiting business acquaintances and he was into of all things belly punching and BDSM. He liked to watch women fight and that was the primary reason he picked her up,
As it turned out, he was good to his word and became her mentor. Educating her in the martial arts, the art of love, high finance and at her request in the field of medicine. While learning to become a doctor she traveled and took care of his business interest for him, male or female. She fought in special fights that were arranged by him for some of his business friends and serviced a couple very wealthy women who required his services. That, she told me is why she is bi and how she met Tim.
Tim is her husband and an ex-medical corpsman that served in Vietnam. Later he became an EMT when he got out of the service. She said she met him through a professional contact. Laughing she said he was the chauffeur of the limo that was sent to pick her up when she was sent to service his boss. The long and short of it is she is a doctor who specializes in sports medicine. Tim owns two naturopathic clinics and is well know in the greater Seattle area for his knowledge in herbal medicine, massage therapy and acupuncture.
Rebecca’s old boss took a lot of her earnings and invested them for her as he did the other ten to fifteen girls he had working for him. Back when Bill Gates was starting his empire she had $23,000 dollars invested in her name after a rich Arab gave her $50,000 dollars for defeating another girl in an all out cunt busting, titty smashing fist fight. She said it was the worst beating she had ever gotten in or out of the ring in her life. Topless, wearing only thongs, with taped hands. No rules, no submission. The referee who was a doctor could stop the fight if it appeared that one of the opponents was getting too seriously hurt. Or as in most cases let it continued until the one of the two opponents was knocked unconscious. Then victor raised her hands to signal she was through. In reality it meant that the unconscious opponent could still be struck even if unconscious.
Rebecca said it had taken forty-five minutes of all out fighting for the fight to come to a bloody conclusion. There were no rounds and the downed opponent did not have to be let back up. It was another form of extreme fighting I guess, only for women.
It finally ended she said, with her knocking the other girl out. Rebecca told me she had three cracked ribs, a broken nose, two broken toes and had two teeth knocked loose. Her stomach was so sore that she stayed in bed for two days. It took weeks for her to heal and she had heard the other fighter was in worse shape than she was. She said both of her eyes were blackened and she could only see out of the left one by the end of the fight. Both breasts were black and blue with raw and bleeding nipples. She passed blood in her urine for a week.
“After that a legend in martial arts showed me how to deliver more effective punches,” she told me.
“Who” I asked naturally?
“Bruce Lee,” she said with awe in her voice.
I never told her I didn’t know who Bruce Lee was. I have since learned who he was and realize why she is so good at fighting, boy am I impressed.
Dorothy told me that she has seen Zinnia get in the ring twice with Rebecca. The first time was when she wanted to hire her and laughed at Rebecca when Rebecca said it took more than strength to win a fight. Zinnia being much bigger than Rebecca jokingly challenged her to a fight. She was totally shocked when Rebecca accepted the challenge. Then being a tougher opponent than she thought, Zinnia finally kicked her in the crotch and went to work on her tits trying to end the fight in her typical way. To her surprise Rebecca gave her some of her own medicine and then some, pounding her tits and cunt then knocking her out for almost five minutes. Rebecca was back in the gym the next day working out. Zinnia was out of the gym for three days.
“From what I understand,” Dorothy had said, “Rebecca is the only person ever to knock Zinnia out much less win a fight with her. Then a month later”, Dorothy chuckled, “Zinnia tried to take Rebecca again and again ended up on the canvas. Only this time bawling like a baby, her tits battered and another smashed crotch. Yea, the doc is really something. Who would have ever thought a small woman like that could take Zinnia apart like a child’s puzzle.”
She laughed, “Zinnia has never challenged her again, in or out of the ring. And while she doesn’t like the doc much, she sure in the hell respects her.”
I smiled to my self as I continued to plod around the indoor track, I wondered if who ever was watching me was wondering what I was smiling about.
Finally one of the girls who work in the locker room came and told me I was wanted in the mirror room. To go straight there and not to shower or clean up. I jogged down to the mirror room guessing the rain coat lady would be there waiting for me. I felt a tingling sensation begin in my stomach and run down into my crotch, I knew what I was about to receive and was excited at the prospect of getting a good beating. The kind I knew I could enjoy and not be too sore the next day.
I opened the door and walked into the room, it was empty except for the mirrored reflections of me that covered every wall and the ceiling. It reminded me of a mystery I read quite some time back, called The Glass Menagerie.
I stood there sweaty, exhausted and wondering what the heck when she walked in. She was wearing a light over coat and when she removed it all she had on besides heels this time was a short black leather skirt.
But man was I shocked when I saw both of her breasts and stomach were red, she was covered with welts that looked like they had been put there with a switch or something. I was beginning to wonder what in the hell I had gotten myself into.
After slipping off the coat she started towards me smiling as if I were a long lost friend or something. I thought she was going to say something to me but without warning she slugged me right in the middle of the stomach, direct on the belly button.
OOOooouuufff! I grunted as I grabbed my stomach and dropped to knees. “Well sweetie are you happy to see me again,” she asked as she grabbed my hair and yanked me back to my feet. I thought for sure she was going to yank it out by the roots
I was quickly on my feet, as she again slammed her fist into my soft lower stomach, ooouuuffff, dropping me to my knees again gasping for breath. She grasp my hair with her left fist and started pummeling my breast with her right. God, she hammered her fist into them with a vengeance. Punch after punch in rapid-fire succession. I felt the pain exploding in my chest and heard myself grunting with each punch as it drove into the nipples crushing my small mounds of flesh back against my chest.
Unngg, aahhh, uunn I heard myself moan, sounding as if they were coming from somewhere else instead of me. In a few seconds I forgot about the fire she started in my tummy as the pain was shooting through both of my breasts as she punched and slapped them, each dull smack hardly reached my ears before the next one arrived.
Suddenly she yanked me back to my feet by the hair again and as I brought my hands up to protect my battered tits she turned and threw a hard right followed by a short left to my soft lower belly.
BBOOOuuuufff, unnggfff.
I went right back down on my knees again, doubled over with my forehead touching the floor. I was already tired and it did not take much to take me down. Suddenly I knew why I had been running. This is the way she wanted me, hot, tired and sweaty, she wouldn’t have any trouble controlling my movements. Why I don’t know? It’s not like I was going to fight back. I knelt there feeling like I had just been run over by a train and enjoying every minute of it, desiring more.
“Come on bitch get up and fight “ I heard her yell as she yanked me back to my feet by my hair and slapped my face, smack! I could feel the fire starting on my right cheek and then on my left, smack. Then she repeated the blows, snapping my head back and forth. My ears were starting to ring and I began to see black spots. I tried to bring my hands to my face and she stepped up and slammed her knee into my crotch.
Jesus, I almost climaxed as the exquisite pain shot through my body and sent me back to my knees. I had a fire burning in my belly and my pussy. I was completely defenseless and at her mercy and so turned on that I was about to cum. The whole thing was much more of a turn on than being chained to the wall and beaten. Suddenly she pulled me to my feet again by my hair.
“Come on and swing at me you stupid cunt, I know you enjoy this so swing at me slut.” She pulled my shorts down and let them drop at my feet. Then grabbing me by the hair on my mound, started slapping my boobs, smack! smack!,
“Come on bitch, swing.” Smack, again to the left tit, smack! to the right one.
“Hit me cunt!” My tits felt as if they were on fire and the pain was intense, God I loved it.
Finally I swung as she stepped back and easily ducked it while hitting me with a right straight in the soft roll of flesh to the side of my navel. Ooooouffff.
“Again,” she yelled as she pulled me to my feet by my hair. Again I swung, and again I missed as she hit me twice this time, uuunngg, oouufff. I went down but slowly fought to get up. I was just up when she started in on my breasts again,…smack, ….smack,… smack… I backed up with each blow as the pain ran through me and the pressure built like a bomb in my loins. I swung again and missed and got another in the gut, uunngg She knew what she was doing because this blow was not hard enough to knock me down.
Finally she had backed me up against the wall and I just stood there swaying like a drunken sailor trying to swing at her. She hit me at will, smack to the face, smack to the left boob, uunngg. Wamp to the belly button, oouuff.
She played this game with me for a few minutes, punching and slapping me as I rocked and swayed and with each blow wanting that elusive climax that refused to find me. She was having a lot fun hitting me as I stood there stumbling with each blow that she gave me, finally my hands hung limply at my sides and I just absorbed her punishment, enjoying every helpless minute of it.
Finally she grabbed me by the hair and snapped my head back slapping my face and punching me.
“Open your mouth cunt!” smack! Open, smack, your, smack, fucking, oooffff, mouth ooofff, cunt she hissed intensely, and grabbing my already battered right boob in a vice like girp.
Finally I opened my mouth wondering what she had in store for me. She spit in my mouth and laughing let go of my boob and slugged me hard in the lower stomach, Ooouuufff.
Dropping to my knees I stayed there even though she had a firm grip on my hair, my legs were no longer able to support me.
As she held me up by my hair while on my knees, she started slapping my face again.
“You pathetic little cunt.” Then went back to slapping my breast, smack, smack, the blows fell fast and hard. “You want to cum don’t you slut?”
God did I, I felt like I was going to explode, “Yes, I groaned as she slapped my face again, smack!
“Say it bitch,” she hissed, beg you worthless slut.
“I want ah cum please,” I moaned as she grabbed my nipples and pulled. Goooaaddddddd.
“Louder, slut.”
“Plleeaassee! Dear God Pleassseeee,” wimpered.
I was so close and yet so far, I had never felt such tumultuous feelings of pain frustration and exquisite enjoyment. Again, she yanked hard on my nipples AAAAhhhhhhhh,
“GOD YES, PULL THE FUCKING THINGs OFF, SSHHIIITTTT Please hurt meeee goddd-damit plllleassse beat me”.
I started cuming so hard that I almost threw up. I shook and moaned as I was there on my knees with her holding me up by my nipples and tugging hard on them.
AAAAHHHHHH I heard my self-trying to scream as I shook with my climax and the pleasure of her pulling on my nipples. OOOHHH….GGOOOOddddd, and for some reason I started to sob and cry.
I didn’t know what she was doing to me but I couldn’t control my self, I wanted her to kill me. I wanted to die with the pleasure of her ripping my tits off and beating me to death, kicking my cunt, my stomach, it felllttttttt swossssoss googgggoggddddddd.
She let go my nipples and with my legs pinned under me and bent at the knees forced me on to my back. Then kneeling over me and pinning my arms with her legs she lowered herself right onto my face and began punching me in the stomach and on leaning forward and hitting me in my pussy. My second orgasm had just started to subside when her fist started in on my crotch. Being bent and exposed as I was with my legs spread wide open for her, another orgasm ripped through me like a chain saw. It was so hard I thought I peed.
I couldn’t scream because my face was smothered by her bare crotch. All of a sudden I though I was going to explode. I felt her climax and heard her almost scream as she shook and shuttered through hers.
Just as I thought I was going to black out she stood up. Grabbing my hair she yanked me up to my knees and started slapping my face then whispered into my ear.
“The big one cunt, the big one”, and kicked me in the stomach just below the navel. OOOOuuuuuuuffffffffff, OOOOuuuuuffffffffff, “yesssss.”