No way, this is her specialty

In hindsight, throwing hands with a brawler may have been unwise. Your retaliation gets slower & slower with every attack, the thug has time to steady herself before you hit. When she hits you, you feel your legs buckle. She lets you get back up to keep trying, wearing a confident smile.

"Come on!" she bellows, slapping her chest.

But you're too worn out. The sound of skin on skin is the only effect it had. Fen scoffs at your pathetic attack. Her boot slams into your chest, right into your heart. You're thrown back like a human cannonball. You clamber on the ground & knee run away from the thug.

Get away! My heart... I can't... get away!

She closes the gap quickly & stomps on your back, pinning you face down.

"Stay down runt." She twists her knee into your spine. "Spread 'em. Spread em!"

Compliant & submissive, you open your legs. Fen shoves her hand down the back of your tights & grasps your cock in her huge grip. It continues to grow, despite your terror. She leans her lips next to your ear, her breath unmistakably aroused.

"Yeah, that's it. That's mine now. You got that bitch boy?"

"I... I can't breath..." You voice is a weak creak.

The thug isn't listening. She's stroking your dick, knee on back & hand on head. Chuckling low & deep at her domination.

"Johnny boy may be getting the strongest handjob of his life, but he doesn't look like he's enjoying."

How could I? I think my legs are going numb.

Pleasure & pain mix together in excruciating bliss. Your chest pulses rapidly as the cum pumps through your balls & Fen's sweat drips onto you. She's almost growling in glee. Her hand leaves your head, probably to tweak her nipple, based on her horny groans. When you try to push off your chest to relieve your aching lungs, you're thrust back down.

"Keep 'em spread. Don't forget where my hand is."

Stuck beneath this giant woman, you resign yourself to a painful orgasm, too scared even to moan. Your balls clench, your groin tenses, & you fill your tights with your seed.

"Oooo baby, poor little fucking baby! Baby spilled his milk in his pants. Hehehe."

There's no response you can give to the humiliation. Sadly for you, it's not over yet.

"Don't worry bitch boy, mummy change you."

The thugs finally stands off your back & pulls your tights down your legs. You dare to kneel up & get a move on, when something dark & sticky envelopes you. Fen pulled your soiled tights over your head! An adrenaline surge sends you sprinting blindly in no particular direction. Pulling them off does nothing to remove the stain you feel. The audience is evenly split between laughter & revulsion.

Can I hide in a hole somewhere?

Advantage, Fen.