You look down at her body

Since you're about to blink anyway, you figure you may as well enjoy it. Your eyes glance down to her black-lingerie clad body, but barely have time to register it, before she's moving toward you, and then her foot is hammering against your {if@ Male==true}testicles{else}poor pussy{endif}, tears filling your eyes. This time you fall to the floor, and then you feel her foot smash into your {if@ Male==true}scrotum{else}cunt once{endif} again.

As you writhe, you hear her Scottish voice in your ear, "The number of kicks doubles ever time. Didn't I mention that? Now get back on your knees, bitch."

Your balls aching, you somehow manage to resume a kneeling position.

"You can go back to looking at my body," she tells you. "Just so you can see what an angel I am, though not one of mercy."

You look at her fit young body, long-limbed and dressed in black stockings, bra and panties. You wish she wasn't so still. You'd like to see those hips shimmy, those breasts jiggle. You mentally undress her, wishing those panties would go away and you could take a dip in Amy's pond.