Beatdown

“B is for beatdown,” she announces, smiling as she bends over you, her tight blue top accentuating her breasts. “You’re best leaving now, my dear, I really wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

You look up at her, uncomprehending, a glimmer of hope returning for a second, and then you feel the CBT device slide off your genitals.

“That’s right,” she sneers, “I wasn’t talking to you, but to my pet... my other pet. Wouldn’t want him anywhere near your balls, not with the pounding I’ll be giving them.”

She kneels on the ground, while you just lie there. You flinch as her fingers move to your balls, but then she just starts stroking them. “No need to be scared. I’m not going to hit you and I’m not going to kick you, this is the last you’ll feel of my hands,” she says, as her fingers move to your shaft, exciting it but then letting it drop. “It’s just too tempting you see, not to pull my punches or curtail my kicks; you’d be dead before I realised it.”

“You’re just so so weak,” she explains, getting to her feet. “And I’m so very very strong. That’s the order of things, you see, that’s the way that pain flows, the strong dominating the weak. You have ****, no say, just a chance to witness my strength, the pain I can bring. This is a beatdown, and I’ll beat you down to new lows.”

She performs some stretches, getting ready for whatever she’s about to unleash on you, turning you on despite her accompanying words: “I’m going to fuck you up, so bad. You won’t be able to live another day without thinking about it. So, pain cushion, let’s create some memories.”

“Music!” she commands, and suddenly the room’s filled with the sound of Michael Jackson’s Beat It. “Remember this? It’s from your era. Don’t you want to dance?” Her toned athletic body starts to move in time to the music, and you can’t help but be aroused further; it’s still painful but at least her pet’s teeth are no longer digging into you. “Why don’t you get up and dance with me? I see your cock wants to. Or is it my cock?”

Carefully you get up, expecting her to knock you back down at any moment, but finally you’re on your feet, and she’s dancing there in front of you, teasing, flirting. making you want her so much. And then she bends over and kisses you but it feels like a punch, such is the speed she delivers it with. As you’re sent reeling across the room, you hear her laughter, and then she’s next to you again, dancing by your bent-over form, putting her crotch against you with such speed that you’re thrown across the room again, this time falling to the floor. You hear an accompanying bang, and aren’t sure whether she’s broken the sound barrier or just your jaw.

“You’ve just been pussy whipped,” she tells you. “Get used to it.” Kara dances over, lovely and lethal, making you want her body and making you want it to go away. “I love using sex as a weapon. Now how about I hurt you some more.”

She picks you up off the ground as if you were weightless and holds you above her. “This will hurt.” she tells you and then drops you, straight onto her outstretched knee. Your back screams out in pain, and you land, fearing you might be paralysed.

“Don’t worry, little boy,” she says, as if reading your thoughts. “I’ll make sure you can still feel things. I can make you feel all sorts of things.” She says it so sexily that the one body part that you can still move convulses, shining with pre-cum. “Poor boy, momma’s going to kiss you all worse.”

She gets to the floor, beside you. kissing you all over, each brutal kiss hurting more than the last, as you flinch away from her, tears coming to your eyes as you beg her to stop... but she’s insatiable.

Her sexy body keeps you hard throughout the pain, and now her breasts and face jiggle above you, as she moves to the music, looking down at you.

“I’m blonde and beautiful and sexy, and I’m in charge now,” she tells you, “and for the rest of your life.” Her hand starts to work your already-throbbing cock, as she continues to lay out the facts. “Your life is mine now, your balls, your cock, to do with as I wish, to amuse myself until I get bored and throw you away, all used up and useless, just like all the others.” Her hand leaves your cock, and she rises to her feet. “I’ve checked you with my X-ray vision, and your spine is fine, so get up now, you big cry baby, and I promise I’ll let you cum.”

You start to get up, **** for relief, but there is none. Even though she keeps telling you to get up, with just a blow of her super breath, she knocks you down again and again. She’s keeping her promise to not touch you, although finally you get to touch her, as she uses her breath to suck your weakened body towards her, but by now you can’t even stand up. As you fall to the ground, she holds onto your hands, letting them slide down her toned hard body.

“You’re my bitch, isn’t it fun!” she says, as she lets your hands fall to your sides, and rests her foot on your chest.

Laughing, she shakes her hair, and dances with a smile on her face. her hands roaming over her body, and now about to take off her top. You just want to jump on her and fuck her even though you know she’d kill you for it.

Then the music ends.

“Time for letter C,” she says, as she looks down at your broken body lying there, every muscle aching and bruised. "Guess what that's going to be."