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Oh wow! Looks like our hero may be finally defeated (in cannon anyway) I am still rooting for him as I have no doubt these women will kill him if the get the chance!
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A million strategies ran through Catherine Willams' head. A million different ways and a million different moves that she could have done to get out of the predicament she was in. A second before her back bounced on Arnold Lane's bed, Catherine knew it was too late.

She felt his vice like grip on her red hair, his knuckles buried deep into her scalp as he flipped her over and dragged Catherine to her knees.

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His large forearms rained havoc on her back, each blow eliciting a passionate grunt of pain as Lane buried her face into the bed. He spanked her ass red and locked his thighs around the side of her head, holding her in place as he undid the straps of her frivolous wardrobe till she was bare.

Then with a squeeze that nearly knocked her out from the pressure came the inevitable question.

"Do you give?" he whispered.

How could she? How could she do that after the shit that she had talked and the pain she had promised to make him feel? How could she after the millions of words exchanged between them as they locked up for battle?

How could Catherine just give up? Every muscle in her body flexed ready for a fight and that was just what she was going to do. She slammed her palms on the bed, using them for balance and threw her legs up into the air. Her thighs coiled around Lane's bald head and for a moment, the two opponents were locked in a leggy embrace. They grunted and squeezed trying to pour more pressure than the other, each trying their best to cave the other's skull in.

Catherine was no fool, she knew this was a temporary victory. Lane's strength had already proven insurmountable to many women foolish enough to attempt victory over him but the $1 million prize had her seeing dollar signs and in a few moments would have her seeing stars. As she predicted, Lane stumbled back with Catherine hanging on for dear life as he lifted her off the bed. The next thing she remembered was the top of her head hitting the cold floor with a thud.

She lay limp on the floor, her arms by her side and her cheek puffing up dust when Lane stomped her back. She threw her head up on impact, her hair flung in the air as she let out a throaty grunt. Lane stationed his heel on the base of her spine and wrapped his hands around her wrists, pulling her torso and smiling as Catherine let her displeasure be known with a loud scream.

Lane licked his lips watching the sweat roll off her skin, little beads precariously hanging off her nipples before they fell to the floor. His dinner was served.

Catherine wasn't going to make it easy for him. If it was her fate to be fucked, then she was going to prolong it as long as she could. Catherine clenched her teeth, digging deep to find strength to get to one knee and then the other. She grunted as she made it to her feet with Lane's heel still lodged at the base of her spine. Her biceps flexed as she struggled to free her arms from his hold. Lane smiled and halted her momentum by slamming her breasts into the wall.

She screamed as his large foot found a new home between her shoulder blades, her arms still stretched straight behind her as Lane grinded on her back. Sandwiched between the wall and the foot on her back, Catherine struggled to break free.

"Let...me g-go...you freak!" She snarled.

"Really?," Lane said bemused. "What was that spiel you gave me about being strong and kicking my ass? Where's your strength now biatch!?"

"Let my arms go and I swear...ahhh!" Catherine grunted in pain as Lane pressed her breasts into the wall some more.

"I'll show you all of it and more!"

Lane's loud laugh echoed through the bedroom, his face eventually settling to a bemused grin. He removed his foot from Catherine's back and let her arms go. Surprised, Catherine turned around as fast as she could, her back still pinned against the wall and her arms trying to block phantom strikes that she thought were coming. Nothing came.

She dropped her arms to see Lane standing there, his hands on his hips. His proud member protruded between his legs standing at full attention and he rubbed his palms together. Catherine saw his large chest rise and fall in rhythm with his breath and his tiny beady eyes sparkle at the sight of her nude body.

"Well..." He said shrugging. "What are you waiting for? Let's see what you got!"

Catherine wondered for a split second if she had talked too much shit again but cleared her head and got into a boxing stance. Lane followed suit and for a little while, the two circled, their eyes locked on each other looking for any tell as to what their opponent maybe planning.

"Fuck it!" thought Catherine and threw caution to the wind. She rushed in and threw a jab at Lane's face. It worked.

Her fist landed on his cheek and his skin felt like tough leather beneath her knuckles. It was still enough to daze him and knock his little bald head to one side. She followed up with a hard punch to his chest that left Lane coughing and wheezing. Winded from the blow, Lane did nothing to stop her furious knee strikes that slammed into his ribs, leaving him wincing with each blow.

Catherine grabbed Lane by his broad shoulders and pushed him into the wall. His back had barely touched the concrete before the hellcat began her ferocious strikes, blow after blow landing on his chest and stomach that left Lane wincing and blocking, waiting for his turn. He managed to turn the tide by blocking one of her punches and pushing her into the wall. It was Catherine's turn to suffer his wrath.

He began with her stomach, landing unanswered mayhem on her six-pack with quick punches and hard knees that doubled her over and bruised her skin. Next, he moved up to her chest licking his lips watching her breasts turning purple and swaying to his tunes. It wasn't long before he landed the telling blow.

A huge uppercut to her chin left Catherine staring at the ceiling, her mouth drooling with blood and spit. She slumped down the wall till her ass hit the floor. Now seated and dazed, she did nothing to stop a ferocious knee that crashed into her nose, leaving her nostrils bloodied. It took a huge amount of willpower to raise her limp arms and defend against another one aimed at her face.

Now with Lane's leg in her hands, she left him hopping on feet and unleashed a huge uppercut into his balls. Tears flowed down Lane's eyes as she struck with another and one more before pushing him back. Lane wobbled unsteady on his feet and Catherine quickly sprang up to take advantage. She ran towards him and rammed her muscular shoulder's into his abs, lifting him off his feet. She deposited him on the bed and quickly straddled his chest, pinning his arms down beneath her knees and lay into his face with ferocious punches.

Lane's head whipped from side to side as Catherine's knuckles battered his face bloody. Within a few moments of the blows starting to land, he had a swollen eye, busted lip and bruises on his cheeks. What surprised Catherine was that he barely hardly showed any signs of pain, he barely grunted and just smiled as she unloaded. His smile creeped her out.

Catherine tired herself out and stopped, placing her palms on his large chest and taking deep breaths to battle the exhaustion.

"What in the actual fuck will it take to knock you out?" She blurted out winded and coughing.

"Nothing that you have!"

Catherine's eyes widened in shock as Lane showed her his free arms. She hadn't realised that Lane had used the time pinned under her to free his arms from beneath her knees. She quickly bought up her fists ready to strike but it was already too late.

She felt his rough hands squeeze her breasts and her hands immediately changed priorities, now grasping at his wrists to try and free herself from his hold. She screamed even louder as Lane's fingers pinched both her nipples, twisting them like little knobs leaving her reeling. His bald head crashed into the center of her chest and pushed her to the floor.

Flung from the bed, Catherine's back hit the floor with a dull thud. She quickly rolled to avoid a jumping stomp by Lane but he caught her mid-roll with a huge kick to her toned stomach. The blow left her rolling around on the floor, her hands clutching her six-pack. Lane stopped her dead with a another hard stomp to her midriff.

Catherine winced feeling his fingers dig in to grab a handful of her hair and yank her to her feet. As she got to her knees, her forearm collided between Lane's legs, Catherine's biceps crushing his balls with immaculate power. Lane dropped to his knees with a loud yell of misery.

Deep down inside Catherine knew she was done for, this man had proved much too powerful for her to handle but she still did not want to give in without another effort. She began striking his face again, watching it go from left to right and then the other way. Her tired fists now lacked impact and Lane barely even winced in pain but it wasn't due to lack of effort.

A strange feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as she watched Lane's eyes light up red with fury. He wasn't trying to defend and he was hardly ever raised his arms. She watched the sinister smile form on his face, the coming punishment now painting a picture in her mind. It was then she realised that Lane was barely waiting for her to wear herself out. Her fists soon lost their form, turning into frustrated slaps into his cheeks. She kept hitting him till her arms gave out and went limp by her side.

"Well..." She said biting her lip with a soft moan. "I tried!"

Lane smiled and nodded his head. She smiled back.

"Go on!," She whispered in a soft voice. "Fuck me up and make it good!"

"Your wish..." said Lane and slammed his forehead into Catherine's face. "Is my command!"

Catherine fell to the floor with a soft moan and let out another one as she felt his erection slither in and out between her breasts when he straddled her chest. The intensity of his thrusts matched the intensity of his fists that rained on her face, Catherine's body shaking with each blow. One of the blows gave her a black eye, another gave her a busted lip and yet another gave her a bruised cheek.

Lane got up and stomped Catherine hard on her battered stomach, leaving her moaning and turned on at her primal destruction. He yanked Catherine to her feet and bent her over a nearby table. She threw her head up and moaned when he entered her from behind. Lane fucked her with primal intensity and gave her some new bruises on her back and sides as his fists rained down on her body. He finished with a hard knee strike on her crotch that left her moaning.

Catherine bit her lip and smiled feeling one of Lane's hands close between her legs. With the other, he grabbed her hair and lifted her body up like a battering ram. Catherine moaned in ecstasy as her body hung in the air at the will of her tormentor, she had been totally dominated and she couldn't get enough.

Lane threw her on the bed and jumped on top of her. His hand wrapped around her throat from behind and his legs wrapped around her body like a snake hugging a tree. Catherine was totally helpless in his grasp. He squeezed and thrust into her ass while his lips softly pecked her neck. He took her for the rest of the night and the following day. Catherine was now his.
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"You're enjoying this a-aren't you? Ungh!" said 18-year old Clara trying to sound as composed as she could. It didn't change the fact that she was pretending but Lane sure as hell wasn't. A broad smile appeared on his face, spread almost as wide as her legs.

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"Ungh! You little..." grumbled the young woman. It was comical at this point, nearly every woman that had challenged him had fallen and all of them had thought they would beat him with no effort. Lane wasn't even breaking a sweat with this one.

He kept spreading her legs farther apart till his shin's pinned hers to the bed. A gasp escaped her lips as she saw her feet parallel on the mattress, forming a perfectly straight line.

"Ay Caramba!" She screamed. "Mi conoooo!!"

"What do ya say love? Should we skip this and go straight to the part where I fuck your brains out?" Lane quipped, applying even more pressure on her legs.

"Or do you want another lesson in why you shouldn't skip leg day?"

Lane's toothy grin annoyed Clara but he was right. She was stuck in a rather compromising position and for now, it was advantage Lane. For a second, she thought about it, forgoing the pain for pleasure but then she remembered what she had come for - the cool 1 million Plata's!

"Eat shit Cabron!" she sneered. "It isn't like it can get any worse!"

"Is that a challenge?" Lane quipped.

He tore off her little bottom and helped himself to a handful of her bare muff, squeezing and pinching with his large palm as Clara screamed in pain.

"No! No! No! You little...oh fuck! Ahhhh!" Agony escaped her lips as her slit melted under the assault of his fingers.

"So what have he learned today?" said Lane with a devious grin.

"T-That I should keep my big mouth- ahhhhh! SHUT!?" said Clara tearing up.

"Nah! I like the talkative ones," said Lane. "The real lesson is that I have two hands and I can make this infinitely worse!"

"Y-yeah? Ungh! HOW?" screamed Clara.

"You really do need to keep your big mouth shut!"

Lane tore off her top and went to work on her nipples. He squeezed and pinched, she wailed and cried, it was a match made in heaven.

After a while of torture, Lane finally released his hold. Clara collapsed on the bed, her hands rushed to soothe every part of her body. The only problem was she couldn't decide which ones hurt the most. Before she could make up her mind, Lane grabbed a handful of her beautiful hair and flung her to the ground. She rolled to a stop at the base of a desk and Lane followed close behind.

"Ungh! OOOF! FUCK! AHHHH!"

Her screams echoed across the bedroom as Lane tested the strength of her abdomen. Laying sideways with her back to the desk, she struggled to keep Lane's bare foot at bay. It crashed into her six-pack with abandon, strike after strike bruising her skin.

Finally satisfied, he grabbed her hair and pulled Clara to her feet.

"What do ya say we take a little trip to the ring?" He asked. It wasn't really a question.

"Can't be wors-" Clara checked herself. She wondered if he would go easy on her if she tried reverse psychology.

"DO YOUR WORST!" She screamed, confident in her plan. Lane obliged.

He bent Clara over with a fist to her stomach and sandwiched her head between his large thighs. Up she went till her feet pointed at the ceiling and Lane piledrove her to the floor. She did an impromptu headstand for a few seconds before collapsing to her face.

The door to the gym slammed open and Clara's nude body was flung to the floor. Lane plonked himself down on her bare ass.

"NO! NO! NOOOOOO!" She screamed as Lane rested her arms on his knees and placed his palms beneath her chin, the camel clutch was locked in.

"DUELE MUCHO! AHHHH!," cried the young Spaniard. Lane just shook his head. He cranked her neck, bending her back further and further till the back of her head rubbed against his chest.

"I AM GOING TO CUT YOUR DICK OFF!" screamed Clara in pain.

"You really DO need to learn to shut up!"

Lane hooked his fingers into her mouth and spread her cheeks wide.

"Lefh meh goaf fuf ace!" said Clara.

"What's that?" Lane eased up on his fish hook.

"I said LET ME GO!!" screamed Clara.

"Okay," said Lane and let her face drop to the floor.

He dropped his camel clutch and wrapped his thighs around her waist instead, locking in a sinister body scissor. He grabbed one of her arms and locked it around Clara's throat till she choked herself and then proceeded to squeeze her taut abs.

"O-On second thought, the clutch was better! Ufff!" grunted Clara. Lane poured on the pressure, his thighs squeezed her waist like a python and her own hand choked the life out of her.

"Tell you what..." said Lane releasing the hold. "How about we take a break from submission holds?"

Clara breathed a sigh of relief. Her chest heaved as she took large gulps of air.

"Yes...break...good!" She blurted out.

"And do some slams instead!"

Clara's eyes went wide in terror.

"N-N-N-NOOOO!" She cried out as Lane picked her up.

Her nude body bounced off the floor as Lane scoop slammed her hard.

"AHHHH! TU PERRA SONUVA!" screamed Clara as she rolled around on her elbows and arched her back. He giggled as he picked her up again. Carla braced herself for another slam.

"AIEEEE!" She cried as her back hit the floor again but Lane wasn't done. He scooped her up again.

"How about I give you a choice?" said Lane holding her in his arms.

"I can give you another slam here..." Clara nodded her disapproval.

"Or I can take you to the ring and batter you there!"

"The ring...the ring...the ring!" Clara blurted out without pause.

"Thought so!"

Clara's body flew over the top rope, her back slamming into the mat with thunderous impact. Lane smiled watching her roll on her elbows in agony, her body creating a perfect archway as she sought to soothe the pain. He entered and stomped her hard in the stomach.

Lane's fingers dug deep into Clara's scalp, grabbing a handful of her hair as he pulled her up. The next thing she knew, her forehead bounced off the top turnbuckle. Lane placed a foot on her chin and pressed her back into the turnbuckles. Her arms hung by the top rope when he let her go.

He chopped her hard on the chest, leaving an imprint of his massive hand on her breasts. Clara's eyes went wide in pain, her mouth opened to let a scream out but there was no sound. She just stood there teary eyed with her lips quivering.

Lane raised his hand up to give her another chop and Clara closed her eyes, screaming prematurely. When his hand didn't connect, she opened one eye. Lane smiled and chopped her even harder. The impact printed another palm on her breasts and Clara felt the air rushing out of her lungs.

"Ooooh! That's got to hurt!" laughed Lane as he chopped her one more time.

"AHHHHH! H-HIJO D-DE PUTA!" cried Clara.

"Yeah?" Lane locked his fingers on her nipples. Clara nodded her head with pleading eyes.

"Puta this!"

Lane tweaked her nipples like turning a knob, sending a wave of pain rushing through Clara's chest. Her fingers clawed his wrists, trying in vain to break his hold. Her feet left the mat when Lane tossed her using her nipples.

Clara sat up on impact, her fingers trying to soothe the pain on her chest and too preoccupied to see Lane bounce of the ropes behind her. The dropkick connected at the base of her spine and her cheek hit the mat. Her body was propped up one elbow and knee, her back arched.

Lane flattened her with a hard kick and then bounced off the ropes again. He jumped up in the air, extending his massive leg straight and letting it connect with her chest on the way down. Clara rolled around wincing in pain. She tried to crawl away under the bottom rope but Lane grabbed her leg and pulled her back in.

Her hand held on to the middle rope, convinced that would somehow deter her assailant. It didn't help, Lane simply sprang her up and then slammed her face first into the mat.

Clara was nearly out of it when Lane dragged her to her feet. She stood wobbling like a drunk, her eyelids barely open and struggling to stay conscious.

"Sleepy, eh?" Lane quipped as he placed his palm on her hips. He picked her up and spread her legs in the air.

"This ought to wake you up!"

"AHHHHH! MI CONOOO!" She screamed as Lane gave her a savage atomic drop. It woke her up alright.

Clara fell to her knees, then hunched over. Her cheek rested on the mat and her palms nestled her crotch. Lane spanked her ass that now pointed up in the air and bounced off the ropes again.

His foot connected between her legs with loud thud. Clara didn't even bother to scream, she just rolled around clutching her jewels. Lane grabbed her ankles and dragged her back into the centre. He spread her legs and dropped a knee into her crotch, smiling as he watched her squirm.

As fun as it had been, it had gone on for long enough. It was time to end this and collect his prize.

A brutal piledriver laid Clara out but Lane wasn't satisfied. Lane dragged a barely conscious Clara to her feet and bent her over with a hard punch to her stomach. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her up till she was seated on his shoulders.

Lane locked his palms below her armpits and then stretched her arms like a cross.

The crucifix powerbomb left Clara crumpled on the mat, her body rolled up like a ball. Lane placed a foot on her crotch and counted her out.

Some time later, a different kind of scream emanated from her lips. Lane rode her hard, taking her ass with powerful thrusts. She was his for the night.
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Amazing, a new storie.
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