Carly can’t stop winning

Billy was snoozing dumbly, hopelessly snoring up at the smiling feminist who had snatched his soul. The feminist who had bumped him unconscious with his own guard. Who had put him to sleep with a combo he had failed to execute himself in the final moments of the fight.

“I got you…” Carly breathed, heart pounding as the moment sunk in. “I actually got you… I OWNED you. You’re a MESS!”

She was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she squatted over his wrecked body, that thick booty-shorts-stretching ass bobbing up and down in excitement. Wagging. Swaying. Her fingers squeezed tighter around his open jaw.

“This chin is mine. All fucking mine. You’re not tough. You’re not strong. You’re WEAK,” Carly told his insensate, sleeping face. “I… I beat you. I BEAT you, Billy.”

Her satisfaction was building to levels she hadn’t thought possible. This was her first time winning a fight. EVER. And what a way to do it!

Carly’s amateur 0-8 record had hung so heavy over her head, for so long. Listed online right next to her name, free for all to see. Proof that she hadn’t been able to beat a boy. Proof that she must have never truly believed she could, if she had allowed herself to get knocked out on three seperate occasions. Her convictions were weak. She had stepped in that ring on eight seperate occasions, and not once felt the intimate rush of victory.

But now she had. She had done it. She had taken out the biggest conquest of them all. The prodigy champion was out like a light. Tucked in. Put to bed by her feminist fists.

“I TOLD you not to sleep on these hands, didn’t I~?” Carly chuckled, releasing Billy’s chin with a disrespectful, condescending pat. She picked up her boxing glove and pulled it back over her bare right hand again. “They can hit pretty hard, huh…? Girls can hit different…~”

She didn’t need to wear her boxing gloves anymore. The fight was over. An ordinary fighter would have probably taken off the left one now, instead of pulling the right one back on again. But in this moment, having them both on just made her feel… Complete.

“I tried to warn you… But I guess nothing gets through to your dumb little man-brain, huh? Well… Nothing but these HANDS…” Carly laughed. “Now you’re all fucked up~”

The cameras kept on rolling. Capturing this moment from every angle. Capturing every word from the big-booty feminist, squatted over the broken body of a giant.

“And you thought you ‘got my ass’…” Carly purred with deep, soul-healing satisfaction as she tightened the velcro strap of her glove. “You couldn’t HANDLE my ass, Billy. It’s too much for you. You’re not man enough to take it.”

“G-Ghuuh… Ghh…” Billy grunted. A different sound from the dull snores he’d been making throughout.

Carly grinned.

“My ass could CRUSH you. You couldn’t HANDLE it. You think you ‘got my ass’? Oh, PLEASE!” Carly was smug, leaning forward and tilting her head with every mocking word, building in energy. “You’re too fucking easy. You WANT my ass, but you’re just a weak, arrogant fucking-“

“C-Carly, look…” Anna’s voice was breathy and awed, coming quietly from ringside. At her words, Carly looked back over her shoulder. What was she…?

Carly’s heart almost stopped as she noticed something. Something unbelievable. Something out of a fairytale.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Billy’s hips had begun to rise.

It was barely noticeable. At first she thought they were just lifted, but then she noticed they were moving. Just barely. His hips were floating upwards, shakily lifting his crotch higher and higher, inch by inch. Then, after reaching the apex, they paused for a second… Holding that raised pose high above the canvas… And slowly began to lower again.

Carly’s jaw dropped.

Holy fuck. HOLY. FUCK. Was he really…?

Carly watched in hypnotic awe. Eventually Billy’s hips touched down on the mat again, where they paused for a moment… And then began to rise again. Floating up, continuing the cycle. One buck completed, and getting started on his second.

It was slow. It was weak. It was rhythmic. But Billy was bucking his hips for her. Somewhere deep inside that battered, ruined brain, his most base instincts had come out - the instincts to breed.

“No way. No way…” Carly breathed, unable to believe the sheer heights of her victory.

She had done to him the very thing that had haunted her for so long. She had unlocked something deep inside him, and making him perform in a way Carly had never dreamed possible. He was embarrassing himself like a brainless slut.

Breed, breed, breed…

Billy’s hips continued, slowly thrusting up and down in a sleepy, hypnotic rhythm. Thrusting his bulging cock into the open air with all the meager strength he could gather.

It was so pathetic. So hilarious. So perfect.

Carly watched in silent, amazed awe as the cycle continued. Looped. Repeated. Billy’s hips slowly floated up… And then down… Up… And down… Over and over, in a stupefied rhythm.

“You… You…” Carly was overwhelmed by emotion. “You stupid… Stupid… Whore!”

She laughed, a broken sound of disbelieving amusement and cosmic satisfaction.

“You stupid WHORE!” she repeated.

Some part of Billy’s subconscious seemed to latch onto the words, because his hips began to speed up. As if sensing that Carly was nearby, the snoozing, unconscious champion’s floating hips went from a slow-moving coin ride to a steady, respectable up-and-down pace. Except there was nothing respectable about this.

“Guuuhhhhh…” Billy droned, as his hips worked the empty air.

Carly laughed again, in delighted disbelief. Squatting over his pecs and watching the show from over her shoulder.

Billy. Thick-cocked, handsome, popular Billy. Bucking his hips for her in a useless, unconscious stupor.

“Oh my god, he’s bucking… You’re bucking! You’re bucking your fucking HIPS!” she laughed, feeling so superior in this moment.

Billy groaned, and sped up even more for her. He looked so pathetic. Like a broken toy stuck on loop. His hips were still weak, but thrusting fast now. As if he was fucking someone and building to an orgasm, except it was just empty air.

It was deliciously humiliating. He had gone from un-fucking-beatable, to this. Carly couldn’t stop laughing. And the sound of her laughter only seemed to quicken the dull-minded champion’s pace - which made Carly laugh even louder, continuing the cycle.

Breed breed breed breed…

“BAHAHAHA!! I- That’s so, I can’t… Oh my GO-HAHAH-OD!!” Carly couldn’t control her deep, healing laughter.

Eventually Billy was whining and thrusting his hips so quickly that he had lost his rhythm. He would thrust up before he had gone all the way down, then start sinking halfway through that, only to float up to the pinnacle again at top speeds. He had no control over himself, moaning and whining endlessly as his wrecked body performed in service of Carly.

Ecstatic, Carly whipped her head forwards again and clutched Billy’s face tight between her boxing gloves, leaning forward in a deep bend so that her head was right above his.

“I GOT your ass!” Carly shouted right into his unconscious fucking face, while his hips bucked away just behind her hovering, bobbing booty. “I got YOUR ass! I GOT it! You hear me, bitch?! I fucking GOT your ass!!”

Carly couldn’t be stopped, almost deranged with euphoria. Repeating the phrase that had haunted her for so long, twisting it back on the boy who had said it to her. Each time she said it back, her heart felt a little lighter. A little freer. Her gloves tightened around his head, squishing his cheeks between them. Squeezing his chin between them.

“I GOT your ass! I GOT it, bitch!” Carly yelled, exhilarated like never before. The words came out louder and louder each time, until she was shouting so loudly that Billy’s hair fluttered from the force of them. “Do you hear me in there!? I GOT your ass! I GOT your ass! I fucking GOT your ass, Billy! I GOT your ass!”

“Oh my GOD!” Anna was in tears, laughing so hard she couldn’t stand up anymore and had to lean against the ring to stay on her feet. “Oh my fucking GOD!!”

The young nerd was over the moon about seeing this. Seeing her older brother’s obscenely humiliating tableau. He had always been such a dominant force in her life… And now he was bucking his HIPS for Carly!

“I GOT your ass! I GOT your ass! I fucking GOT your ass! I GOT-“

Carly carried on repeating the comment Billy had made in the spur of the moment years before, shouting loud and right in his face. She had overtaken him. This snoozing fucking loser had finally been surpassed. Smiling, Matt switched off the cameras.

That was where the footage ended. The final image of Carly squatting over Billy, clutching his head between her white boxing gloves and yelling in his face, while the mindless, snoring loser bucked his hips uncontrollably for her. No rhythm, no grace, just primal fucking need.

Got you, Billy. Got you at last. Let’s see what happens to your career after THAT.

After almost a minute of yelling in his face and making him buck faster, Carly’s shouts finally settled down to a deep, heavy breathing. Carly stared Billy in the face for several seconds, her small chest heaving, then released the squeeze she had on his head and stood up.

Her thick bare legs rose high above him as he lay, whining, his bucking hips slowing down to a more rhythmic, glacial pace as Carly backed off of him.

Holy. Shit…

Anna was in awe. The academic genius scrambled to climb into the ring as quickly as she could. Matt climbed under the ropes too, albeit at a much more relaxed pace.

The three of them gathered in a half-circle around Billy’s stupid body, to get a better look at the action. Carly was red in the face. Her arms were tired, and she was breathing heavy, and she had never felt better.

“You see that, Anna?” Carly cocked a smile. “I made your brother SNORE…”

“Guuaahhhh…” a weak groan escaped the snoozing champ.

“I can’t believe you’ve got him bucking…” Anna breathed, watching the never-ending cycle of her older brother’s hips. Slow. Glacial. Constant.

She had never seen him like this. Not for her, not for mom. It must be the power of Carly that sent him so deep. No wonder he’d tried to hard to hide Carly’s name from Anna…

“Hhhnnn… Hnnghh… Hhhnnhh…”

The needy, wild bucking and whiny snores of her once-cool big brother were almost hypnotic. He was just so totally wrecked. That psychological sweet spot their mom had given him was his ruin. He had been outboxed worse than ever before, and THIS was how it ended for Anna’s big, strong brother.

When she was younger, Anna had fantasized about Billy fending off her unworthy suitors, to protect his beloved little sister’s honor. Fighting off all the would-be lovers that Anna had imagined pining for her, as a little girl. She had constantly imagined her big brother coming to her rescue, protecting her from the unworthy. And he had just been beaten unconscious by Anna’s brand-new girlfriend.

Beaten. Unconscious.

Billy.

Beaten unconscious.

Beaten unconscious by Anna’s girlfriend.

Lying there, snoring and bucking, because Anna’s girlfriend had beaten him unconscious. Beaten him to sleep. Hit him in the head until the fucking light went out of his eyes, and he collapsed.

Beaten unconscious.

Beaten unconscious.

Beaten.

Unconscious.

Carly was a fucking dynamo. She had smashed her gloves into Billy’s face until the fight left him. She had won. She had put him down for a snooze, the deepest of his life.

Billy had been beaten unconscious, by Anna’s new girlfriend. He was out cold.

Big brother Billy.

Beaten unconscious.

Beaten. Unconscious. By Anna’s girlfriend.

Anna could have lived in this moment forever, watching him lie there, replaying all of it in her head over and over. All the facts. All the images. Repeating and repeating. But there was something she needed. Anna’s eyes shifted away from Billy for a moment, to something hanging by Carly’s sides. Her excited heart leapt into her throat, and when the words came, they came out through a thick strain.

“H-Hey… Do you think I could…?” Anna breathed, staring at Carly’s gloves.

Carly laughed, as if reading her mind.

“Oh my god, YES,” Carly said. She pulled her right glove off again, handing it to Anna. “He’s all yours,” Carly purred.

Anna took the white boxing glove in both hands, holding it as if it were a holy relic deserving of worship. Moving slowly, reverently, Anna pulled the glove over her hand and did up the velcro strap.

Carly’s glove. Anna stood in the ring of Billy’s boxing club, wearing one of Carly’s gloves. She had watched him win so many fights in this ring. So, so many…

Anna paused and took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Then she opened them. Fire and pride burned just behind her irises as she looked down upon the inferior, bucking mess of her older brother.

“You’re fucked~”

WHAM!

Anna landed a heavy blow to Billy’s chin, falling to her knees at the same time as her arm swung - both to get in range, and to get a little extra “oomph” on the blow, courtesy of gravity.

“G-GUAHHHH~!!” Billy grunted, his hips suddenly bucking to the peak.

Anna giggled, and pulled her fist back again as she knelt at Billy’s side.

“Oh shit-“ Matt said in a breathy, throaty voice, frozen in place by the sight.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

With each hit, Billy’s hips bucked up to maximum height and he made a sound like a wild hog.

“GHUUANGGHH~!! GUUAHHH! GNNGHHH! GUUAGHHHUHHH!!” he was honking and grunting, bucking those hips HIGH in pure desperation. Every blow drove them up as far as they would go, no matter where they were in the cycle.

Quickly Billy, breed, breed, breed…

Anna laughed. “FUCK yes…!”

Anna felt a surge of power as she slammed into him in front of Carly. In front of Matt, who Anna had wanted for so long. Her stupid older brother made for such a fun toy. She was so exhilarated that her arms were shaking, to the point where several of her punches ended up hitting the canvas beside his head instead, but Anna just kept on swinging.

For the few days it had taken to plan this night, Anna had been missing getting her own hands on him like this. She had been jealous of Heather, jealous of Carly… Hell, even Matt got to drop him to his knees. Anna had been waiting, abstaining from what she truly wanted, and she was not a patient girl.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

“Ghhhnnk-! Guuahhhhh! GHHGHH! GGUUUHHHHHH!!”

Carly was grinning wildly. She looked feral. She could hardly believe Anna had it in her, but she was loving every second.

This was so great. Seeing Billy snoozing, and getting pounded even deeper into unconsciousness by his own little sister. It was the ultimate humiliation. The ultimate victory. Anna was loyal to CARLY, now. Sorry champ. Your sister’s on MY side. The feminism club is representing.

Anna’s punches were sloppy, nooby, and quite inaccurate with the way her weak arms were shaking, but they certainly did the trick. Anna was playing with his sweet spot, playing with his MIND, hammering her stupid older brother into an even deeper snooze. Hidden inside his boxing shorts, Billy’s bulging cock was leaking, throbbing for every blow Anna landed on him.

“You’re LAZY! You’re STUPID! You’re SLEEPY!” Anna yelled, enthusiastically, as she finally unloaded all of the night’s pent-up energy onto his weakened chin. “Carly GOT your ass!!!”

Billy’s body jolted and bucked hard with each connection. Carly laughed again at the embarrassing sight, and as Anna repeated the phrase she had heard Carly shout at him so many times just before. To Anna, they were just another insult, seeming to be a particular favorite of her girlfriend. To Carly, hearing those words meant everything.

FUCK, that was rewarding.

This was exactly what Billy deserved. The most complete knockout of all time.

“Get him, girl!” Carly cheered from beside the action. “Get that knockout!”

Anna carried on like she might never stop. Hit after hit rained down onto his chin. Taking out her badass big bro was such a pleasure. And every hit just made more and more pre-cum seep from his throbbing cock…

The champ was a disgrace. Watching it happen was so cathartic for Carly. Better than any therapy could have ever been. She was finally working out all the feelings and insecurities she’d held onto for years. Knocking out Billy had been so great, but watching someone else do him like this was rewarding as fuck in its own special way…

Her pussy was soaking her orange booty shorts as she watched Anna go to town. Billy was just laying there and taking it, TAKING IT on the chin, whining and groaning and bucking for his enthusiastic, wild-eyed little sister. Carly couldn’t stop laughing. Her whole body shook with glee. She was burning up from the heat inside her.

“Chase that KO! Sink him DEEP! DEEPER! Fucking DEEPER!!” Carly cheered louder. “Hey, loser! Your LITTLE SISTER just GOT your ass!!”

“GUAAGHHHHH~!!!” Billy’s hips peaked in a high, sustained thrust, that he held up trembling for a moment, before they dropped and the quick, constant rhythm resumed once again. “Guaah… Ghhuu… Ghhnnhh…”

Anna finally staggered to her feet and stepped to the side, breathing heavy and sweating from all the exertion her nerdy body wasn’t used to. Her weak arms were throbbing with tiredness, and felt oh-so heavy. But it had been so worth it…

Matt had watched the whole thing, heart in his throat. He had almost intervened, but then… Something about seeing Anna unleashing that rage… Something about the cute, excited look she’d had on her face… The words had died on his lips. His body had refused to move. Even now, when he spoke at last, his voice came out shaky through a thick fog of arousal.

“D-Damn, Anna…” he breathed.

Maybe getting in between Anna and her family business would have been a bad idea after all, if she had that kind of fighting spirit within her. She clearly had… A lot of feelings, when it came to her older brother. It seemed best to let the two of them sort it out between themselves.

“Matt, get in on this. You deserve to sink him a little with your own hands, too,” Carly purred, slinking up next to him and lightly running her fingers over his bare, strong right arm. “You’re a part of this too. You EARNED a little payback~”

“I… I, uh…”

Words failed Matt as he stared down at the sight before him. His long-term rival out cold, snoring and whining and bucking his hips in the craziest slumber Matt had ever seen. The type of REAL knockout Matt had thought he would never see on Billy’s face. Casually dismantled by his hot, dominant, big-bootied girlfriend. A girl with a vendetta, breaking him down and making it look EASY. Then hammered to hell by his little sis.

This was so much worse than not beating the ten count. This was SLEEP.

“Mattttt…~” Carly cooed, cuddling up next to him and rubbing against his arm. She noticed his hesitation, and wasn’t about to let him deny her. “Pleeeease… I want you to hit him… I want you to SINK him…~”

Matt’s mouth was dry, feeling Carly’s burning-hot body rub up and down his strong arm. His mind was turning. He had wanted to see Billy lose for so long, wanted Carly to be happy for so long, wanted Anna by his side for so long…

“I’ve waited soooo~ long…” Carly whined, mirroring Matt’s own thoughts. “Waited to see you take him down… Please, Matt… Hit the snooze…” she purred. “Show Anna what you can do… Sink him… Sink him deeper… Deeper, Mattie… Deeper, for me… Deeper… Deeper… Even Deeper…~”

He always found it impossible to argue with Carly when she spoke to him like this. The girl knew just how to make Matt do what she wanted. It was especially easy now, when he felt more turned on than he ever had before in his life.

Yeah… Yeah. He wouldn’t normally do something like this, but tonight was special. Fuck being a gentleman. He wanted a piece.

“Oh, alright. Maybe one punch,” Matt acquiesced with a small smile, encouraged by Carly and swept up in the moment. The coronation of their new three-way relationship.

Carly giggled and stepped away, releasing his arm. Not bothering to ask for the boxing glove on Carly’s left hand, nor the boxing glove on Anna’s right, Matt crouched down beside Billy, and made a fist.

With both of his half-gloved girlfriends standing behind him, watching intently, Matt held that fist up to his snoring friend’s chin, and smiled wider.

“Let’s see how that sweet spot likes a bit of bareknuckle, champ.”

Breathing deep; Matt twisted his upper body and brought back his fist. And then, with all his strength…

BOOM! Right on the sweet spot! Matt unloaded the heaviest blow of the night by far, with all the accuracy and power of the club’s second-best boxer!

“GUUAAHHHUHAHHHH!!” Billy’s head actually bounced. His tongue flopped out of his mouth with a moan that sounded half-barnyard animal, half-sobbing, even though his face was all mindless bliss. Inside his boxing shorts, a thick squirt of pre-cum shot from the tip of his massive cock.

Billy’s hips sped up like a racecar engine, bucking wildly for several seconds, faster and faster, higher and higher, before his motor died down and his constant bucking grew more steady and slow once again. Leaking like a faucet every time that fat cock twitched.

“Holy SHIT, Matt!” Carly squealed in excitement, squatting down beside Matt to wrap his arm up in an hug again. “You got him so good!!”

He had indeed. It seemed Billy had really felt that heavy bareknuckle hit. He looked even stupider with his tongue hanging out. The non-stop slow hip rhythm, rising and lowering on the mats, didn’t help either.

Carly squeezed Mattie’s arm tight, lovingly. Wrapping herself around the strong right arm that had landed that ultimate hit.

“One punch is all it TAKES, baby~!” she cooed, cuddling against him. “You SANK him! Your rival is OUT!”

Matt laughed and stood up to watch the show, bringing Carly up with him. He felt free of his own burden, in a similar way to how Carly had felt earlier. The man who was responsible for every loss on Matt’s otherwise-perfect record was making a fool out of himself.

“So much for keeping my ‘fat-assed ex’ out of ‘your’ gym, hey big guy?” Matt smiled at Billy’s stupid, bucking body.

Carly laughed, warm and affectionate. “Did he really say that?”

“He did,” Matt nodded with a chuckle. “He said it on the drive over.”

“God. He’s fucking OBSESSED with my ass,” Carly laughed again, wagging her hips and shaking her heavy cheeks, feeling more free and alive than she had in a long time. “He can’t stop thinking about it, Matt. He’s ALWAYS talking about my ass. He’s OBSESSED.”

Warmth filled her chest at the idea. It wasn’t really true, her and Billy had basically never spoken to each other, and until recently he had all but forgotten about her. But she liked to say it anyway.

That’s right. Billy was ALWAYS talking about her ass. He was ALWAYS talking about it. The boy was OBSESSED.

Carly’s heart thrummed with pride. She had turned Billy into something truly ridiculous. An ass-obsessed, hip-thrusting slut that she had KO’d with her own two hands. Unable to handle her body, and unable to handle her in the ring.

He’d been stunned just LOOKING at her ass. He couldn’t handle all that. He KNEW he couldn’t handle all that. And now he was grunting, bucking, all thanks to the “fat-assed” feminist he had just been complaining about on the drive over.

Cuddling up against Mattie’s strong right arm, she shifted her legs and got on her tip-toes so that his hand was between her thighs. Holding Matt’s knuckles against her pussy, squeezing her legs around that hand, smirking down at the mess that remained of Billy.

The man who everybody always praised had finally lost, and lost BAD, to Carly. And along the way, she had even convinced his best friend and his little sister to lend their own touches to his downfall… She was so pleased to have led them down this path with her.

No doubt about it. Billy had been completely and totally defeated by Carly. He had been taken down at last. And all it took was the collaboration of three scheming lovers. Each of them had taken a shot at that chin, to leave him in such a sorry state. Each of them had played a part in making this happen. They could all be proud. They had defeated the undefeatable.

Billy was no match for the new-and-improved, “fat-assed” feminist and her two brilliant lovers. This was their club, now. And what happened next was up to them.