It's time to get yours.

There’s a question as old as time now coming to mind at this moment.

How many times can you break a slut before she finally understands her place in this world?

The usual answer to that question…

As many times as it takes.

Your dick flops free of your gear like an uncoiled serpent.

Mouth. Pussy. Ass.

Your already erect member from down under is throbbing to penetrate one of her holes between these ropes.

Hell, why not all of them?

“C’mere, slut.”

You stalk towards her with sexually charged intent.

Kelsey, naked in all her shame and sweat, tries to scoot away from the manly tool fully operational between your legs.

{if k_orgasm=true} The flush of orgasm hasn’t left her cheeks. {endif}

You want this. The crowd wants it.

And deep down, so does my wife.

“No no no…” The brunette pathetically tries to scurry away. ‘Tries’ being the operative word, there.

She isn’t going anywhere.

Not until you get yours.

“Your husband’s gonna wonder why you’re walking funny when you get back home…” You’re on her not even a second later, grabbing a tight fistful of hair to halt her retreat. “And guess what, bitch?”

Cocking a wry, wicked grin, you **** her to look up at your smiling face.

She stares at you with those trembling, terrified blue eyes.

In that moment, the roles are firmly established.

My wife, the petrified, fear-gripped prey.

And you, the high and mighty predator.

You’re the measuring stick in this ring, and right now, she’s about to feel it.

Every last, throbbing inch.

“Get up.” Growling, you **** her up quicker than her already weak legs could manage.

Her naked chest is on full display as you dominantly hoist her upright, completely exposed with her arms tied behind her back.

She’s still whimpering like a little bitch, which is almost fitting.

Because right now, you’re about to fuck her like one.

Yanking her forcefully in front of you, you bend my wife over, and press against her from behind, belly on back.

“Now where was I? Oh right…”

You spread your legs some, establishing a solid stance while angling your hips…just…right.

“I’m gonna leave him a nice present for him to find when you’re taking a shower tonight,” you taunt her, enjoying the feel of your rod against her rear end.

Already rigid and ready to go, you easily guide it with your free hand right into your hole of choice.

“Welcome to the big-”

Something hits you.

“- fuck!” Something hard, and very unexpected.

Something like the heel of her foot swinging upwards and nailing you right in the crown jewels!!

Your expression changes in a nanosecond as sensation explodes into your crotch like a detonating grenade.

Flesh on flesh.

“...f-fuck!” you sputter out, your legs nearly buckling as she connects a **** kick squarely and (unfortunately) successfully to your exposed groin.

You stagger backwards as the crowd’s bloodlusted rally peters off into another direction.

She falls forward, ultimately disappearing from view as you stumble and visibly buckle at the knees.

Both hands cup at your crotch as the building sexual anticipation morphs into something much more disorienting- and disabling.

Things go blurry for a moment. Real blurry.

Pain blossoms in your bruised ballsack, and spikes through your nervous system like crazy!

“Fuuuuuuuck,” is about all you can manage before finally dropping down into a pained kneel.

The crowd’s chanting something, and you can hardly even pay attention to them with all your focus centralized on your manhood that was now throbbing for the wrong reasons.

Damn, that hurts. Holy-

“Fuck!” you curse out again, still grabbing at your crotch.

Your face is a vivid painting of grimacing discomfort, and it only becomes more and more animated with every moment gone by.

“Fuck…this.” But you try to turn that raging discomfort into seething determination. “Gonna fuck you up, bitch. You hear me?”

You slowly pull yourself upright, ready to enact vengeance on Kelsey for her lowblow.

Your eyes lock, and hers are still filled with fear. She's barely standing, bruised and naked before you, her perfect tits swaying as she tries to come up with a plan of escape that doesn't involve her still restrained arms.

Her deep painful breaths cause spasms of pain each time her crushed ribs expand.

The Blue Angel is a wounded and cornered animal. But cornered animals can be the most dangerous.