Her crotch

Not messing about, you take a step forward and throw a front kick straight up between her legs.

WHUMP

“AAAAAAAAHH!” she cries out. She almost doubles over, but straightens herself again.

WHUMP!!

“AAAAAAARGGHHH!!!”

Your second kick to her pussy hits much harder, with enough **** to lift her up into her toes. This time, she falls onto her knees and grabs her pussy with both hands as she bends forwards. She whimpers in pain, curled up over her knees with her forehead pressed down against the floor in front of her.

“Ah, that glass cunt of yours,” you chide as you walk behind her and crouch down.

You grab her by the hips and lift them up, raising her butt higher behind her. Holding her there, you draw one leg back... and begin kneeing her in the pussy from behind.

WHAM, WHAM, THUD, WHOCK, SMACK...

“EYAAAAAHHHH!!” she screams.

Her hands are over her womanhood, but it doesn’t matter. They offer no real defense against your powerful onslaught. After five or six hits she seems to go limp and her hands fall away. Her screams have died down, but you know she’s conscious by the softer yelps she makes each time you hit her. You deliver a total of twenty knees to her sensitive pussy before grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs out straight behind her. Pulling her arms behind her back, you tie her wrists together with a nearby skipping rope.

You turn her over to face upward and she flops around easily like a rag doll. Her eyes are a bit glazed, and there’s a little bit of drool trailing out the side of her mouth. In the ring, she would be done, but you’re only just getting started.

You pull her tights and panties down her legs and off her in one smooth motion, and stuff the fabric into her open mouth. Grabbing her ankles and standing up, you spread her legs wide and admire your handiwork for a moment.

Her cleanly waxed and hairless mound is red and bruised from your attacks so far. Her swollen pussy lips part a little as you open her legs, and you fix your aim near the top where they meet... right where her clit is.

WHACK! THUMP! WHACK! THUD!...

You alternate between kicking her clit with the ball of your foot and lifting your leg and stomping on it with your heel.

“MRRGGFFH!!! NNFFFfff! Nnnnnhh!...” moans Leesa through the makeshift gag. She grimaces in agony, but is helpless to defend herself in any way. In her already weakened state, all she can do is writhe around a little as she takes the brutal cuntbusting.

You have your fun, counting out twenty strikes aimed at her clit. You pause, and then count out twenty more for good measure before letting go of her legs and allowing them to drop to the ground.

Leesa’s eyes are staring blankly at the ceiling. She is breathing hard through the gag, but is otherwise barely moving at all. You casually stomp on her tummy and she gives a cry. If she hadn’t drunk the Impact! you’d given her earlier, she would probably have passed out well before now.