Fight!

Deciding to hold your ground, especially against this petite, 90-pound little girl, you steel yourself and reply back challengingly, “Yeah, you and what army?”

Your answer is a sudden and overwhelming surge of electric discharges that enters through your lower back and quickly spreads throughout your entire body.

Crumpling unceremoniously as the cattle prod sends enough discharges to make you wet yourself, you’re utterly helpless as the blonde girl gleefully watches you twitch and writhe on the ground.

“Holy shit,” you finally gasp out, as the painful ‘zap’ continues to ring in your ears and chill your bones.

“So that’s where he went,” the black girl cackles sadistically as she walks in front of your now downed and very disoriented form.

Out of your periphery, you could make out the taller brunette flanking her, also the one wielding the cattle prod.

“Well, that was easy,” she admits with a shrug, playing with the weapon.

“Less walking I have to do in these shoes, the better,” the black girl smirks, sauntering over to your side.

“I want him first,” the blonde girl tells the others, a sexual hunger in her eyes that could only be quenched by the very thing she’s staring it right between your legs.

The other two exchange bemused glances, while you’re still paralyzed and utterly petrified of what’s about to happen.

“Well, you did keep him distracted long enough for me to get this,” the freckled brunette shrugs, brandishing the cattle prod.

“Shame, really. Usually, they at least make it up to the top first,” the black girl remarks, clicking her lips together at you in mock sympathy.

Finally, with a sigh, she nods at the blonde, “Go ahead, you’ve earned it.”

“Wait, wait, wait a second,” you stammer out, trying desperately to scramble up to your feet only for your lower limbs to fail you.

Just seeing the way the blonde’s now eyeing you down, like a predator locking eyes with its prey in the wilderness, you already want no part of what she’s got planned.

“Get her, girl,” the brunette smiled encouragingly, as you still struggle to even bring yourself up into a kneeling position.

Barely even adjusting her glasses, the petite woman pounces on you like a wildcat, easily knocking you down.

Effectively winded by her torso barreling into you, you’re utterly powerless as she unbuckles your belt and eagerly pulls your pants down, revealing your cock just prime for the taking.

“Oh yeah,” she giggles, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on your lips before lifting up her dress, revealing her naked and already wet pussy.

Folding her legs underneath her, she gets your dick up and running with a few deft strokes, her slender fingers easily sliding down your length and causing you to moan in frustrated anguish.

“That’s it, baby. Get nice and hard for me,” she purrs, getting your dick to respond exactly in the way she wants it to.

“This isn’t fair, guys! C’mon!” you plead with them, trying to appeal to whatever sense of decency these sex-crazed vixens would possibly possess.

In a cool tone, the black girl responds, “Battle Fuck isn’t about being fair, boy. It’s about winning. Just try to enjoy this pussy for now. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

Long ni-?

As if on cue, the blonde girl’s vaginal lips envelop your already dick, taking your manhood directly into the heart of her femininity.

Throwing your head back as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, you’re in a state of complete helplessness as she quickly settles into a sensual riding pattern, her hips grinding down on you in strong, seductive flourishes.

“Fuck….yeah,” she gasps out as she rides you effortlessly, her petite size deceptively firm enough to keep you on your back.

Also going against you, the pill worked double time on dissolving your mental fortitude.

The bitch knew what she was doing, but then again, so do you?