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Old 15-Feb-21, 12:31
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Default The legend of Arnold Lane (Maledom)

Episode 1: Eyes on the prize

The tough brunette grimaced as Arnold Lane's large shoulder rammed into her torso. She threw her head back on impact, her wavy, black hair flying around her beautiful, young face. She grunted as she fell on the sofa, her muscular nude body squishing the soft cushions.

Arnold wasted no time to press his advantage. He grabbed her ankles as she remained in a seated position and spread her legs apart in the air till her feet pointed towards the air. Her scream filled the small apartment as Arnold's black, bald head crashed into her crotch. She sat there, cupping her pussy with her hands as Arnold straddled her chiseled torso, his large hips resting on her six-pack abs.

Arnold's knees rested on the sides of her wide hips, his toes brushing against the curly brunette's thick, muscular thighs as he unloaded on the tough girl. Her glistening, round breasts threw off sweat as they bounced and turned a shade of purple from his relentless fists.

She threw her head up and screamed in pain, feeling the tip of his hard appendage rub between her legs as he bruised her chest purple. She screamed louder as Arnold twisted her nipples, her eyes filling with rage. Her fingers reached out and grabbed his nipples and twisted.

The two nude fighters threw their heads up and screamed, their ebony and ivory bodies covered in sweat, neither willing to let go. Their fingers twisted each other's nipples with malicious intent, filling the room with their high-pitched wails.

Arnold finally let go and punched her hard in the cheek, forcing her hand off his chest. He was still seated on her lap when she slumped to one side on the sofa. He grabbed her long, curly, black hair and sat her up again. He punched her hard in the stomach, his black fist bouncing off her hard six-pack inducing a loud grunt from her.

As he went to punch her face again, she blocked it by grabbing his fist mid-air and responded with a forehead to his nose, bloodying his nostrils. Arnold's back hit the carpeted floor in his private beach condo in Miami as the brunette pushed him off her.

She sprang off the sofa like a coiled python, landing resoundingly on his chest. She pinned his arms with her knees, opening up a can of whoop-ass on Arnold's face with hard fists.

"I am going to be the first woman to beat you," She quipped as she punched his face silly. Arnold's face was beginning to show signs of the punishment, a bruised cheek, bloodied nose and a few missing teeth. He covered up and grunted from the pain before she stopped mid-stride when the phone rang.

"Saved by the bell!," quipped Arnold as he freed his pinned arms and grabbed the distracted brunette's tits, squeezing her bruised globes. As she wailed in pain, Arnold headbutted her nose, bloodying it.

As he watched her fall to the floor, screaming in pain and rolling around holding her nose, Arnold rolled away to the bedside table and picked up the phone.

"Hello? This is the unbeatable Arnold Lane!," He said with a smile.

"Mr. Lane? I am responding to an ad that you placed saying that involves a $1 million payout to any woman that can defeat you?," The voice on the other end was painfully sweet and feminine.

"That is correct! Correct me If I'm wrong but it sounds like you want to have a go?," Arnold got up, his large muscles flexed and ebony body glistening under the dull lights of the apartment.

He heard the most sweet laugh on the other end.

"Yup, I thought you would be full of yourself!"

His face contorted into an expression of shock as the brunette jumped on him from behind, her biceps locking around his throat and her legs wrapping around his wide waistline.

"Ack!..Ungh!...what makes...uff...say that?," Arnold responded as the brunette squeezed him with all she had.

"Sounds like you are busy, Mr. Lane! Maybe I should call back later?," The sweet voice on the other side filled his ears.

"Give me...Ack!...one second!" Arnold choked before completing his sentence. He backpedaled into the wall behind him, pasting the brunette on the wall. As she stood there smeared like paint, her arms limp by her side and her breasts pressed against his back, Arnold took a few steps forward before backpedaling back into her again.

The fit brunette just stood still as Arnold dug his fist deep into her belly, with brutal punches that bruised her abs. She stood screaming and taking it as Arnold continued on the phone.

"That's better!," He said continuing to punch the brunette silly. His attention had drifted to her breasts now. He imagined what the girl the voice belonged to would look like as he punched the brunette's breasts.

"Now where were we? Yes, how bout it babe? Ya think you got what it takes to go toe to toe with the great one?"

Arnold wasn't sure but he thought he heard a soft moan from the other side of the phone as his fist crashed into the brunette's left breast and her scream echoed around the apartment.

"I might be interested," She said.

Arnold finished his assault with a brutal knee to her crotch and laughed as he watched the tough beauty slump along the length of the wall. She put her hands up in surrender as Arnold laughed.

"Por favor, no more, I give!" said the brunette, her voice winded.

"You hear that?," Arnold gloated.

"Another personal bitch to add to the pile, I am going to make her my slut!"

"You don't know women very well, do you Mr.Lane?," The soft voice on the other end of the line spoke.

"What do you mean?," Arnold sounded confused before his mouth involuntarily pouted. The fit brunette had kneed him hard in the balls from behind. He fell to his knees before his torso slumped over, slamming his cheek into the ground in front of him.

"You see Mr.Lane, women can be very driven when you dangle money in front of them," The voice came from the phone now lying on the floor.

"I may not even need to kick your ass after all!"

"Get ready Puta!," screamed the now furious brunette now standing behind him.

"I hate to ask...but...for what?," Arnold grunted through gritted teeth.

"For this!"

The tough brunette began a series of strikes into his balls as Arnold lay there slumped over on his knees. Kicks, punches, nail rakes everything he could possibly imagine rained hell on his balls for close to ten minutes.

He just lay there, his teeth still clenched, trying to focus his mind away from the pain. He began to imagine the beating he was going to give her when he turned things around. Arnold gave her a chance and she spat in his face. Now he was going to make her pay.

He heard her begin to breathe harder, her limbs slowing down. Her chest heaved as it glistened under the dull lights, her nipples erect when she realized that she was done for.

Arnold bore one more knee to his balls before mule kicking her in the crotch. As she went down to her knees, cupping her crotch, Arnold mule kicked her on the chin. The sole of his bare feet landed on her chin, springing her head up.

Arnold jumped up and locked his large thighs around her head and shoved his large phallus deep into her mouth. The tough brunette sat there on her knees, his cock shoved into her mouth and gagging as Arnold began an concentrated and ungodly assault on her breasts, turning her chest red.

Balancing himself on one hand, holding his body straight like a springboard, he used his other arm to assault her abs for a while before picking up the phone off the ground. Arnold positioned it near the gagging brunette's mouth and this time he was sure he heard a soft moan from the other side.

"What is your name?," Arnold said softly as he began to facefuck the brunette hard while she still trapped in his headscissor.

"Valerie..." Arnold heard another soft moan.

"Good to meet you, Valerie. You just have to hold on for a bit while I deal with this BITCH here!"

Arnold slammed both his knees on the top of the brunette's shoulders as she screamed in pain. She fell to her face, massaging her shoulders when her black eyes went wide as she realized what Arnold was going to do.

He positioned her ass up and face down.

"N-n-no-no," She pleaded in an accent before her voice turned into a scream as Arnold began kicking her in the crotch hard.

"You hear that Valerie?," Arnold spoke coldly, kicking the brunette in the cunt over and over.

"That's you next!"

"Don't count on it, I ain't gonna be that easy!" The voice on the other end of the phone replied sternly.

"Don't you know Valerie?," Arnold said before he paused to insert his large shaft into the brunette's ass and began to fuck her hard. Soon, her screams of pain were replaced loud moans of pleasure.

"A hard woman is good to beat!"
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Great story!



Hope you plan on continuing this, love the idea of our hero taking on tougher and tougher women as the story progresses!
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Episode 2: Sweet and Sour

"What's the matter Mr. Lane? Cat got your tongue?"

Arnold Lane could never have imagined that the "sweet" voice on the phone would belong to such a striking woman.

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Valerie was larger than anyone he had ever faced. He stood there slack jawed, unable to find the words to portray what he felt. He was mesmerized by her body, each muscle defined, as if sculpted by hand on the perfect stone. She undid her top and skimpy thong, standing bare in front of him.

Arnold didn't even need to take his briefs off, the massive bulge that formed tore through his briefs, hard enough to rip a hole through the garment. He let out an audible gulp as Arnold realized that he may have finally have to part with that $1 million he had saved up all this while. If there was ever going to be a woman to beat him, it would be her.

The two of them stood nude in his apartment. Arnold had moved all the furniture away to make way for the fight but looking at her size, he might as well have rented a bigger apartment.

They walked towards each other slowly, Arnold's eyes still starstruck at the sight before him. Valerie walked with a confident smile, her gaze fixed on Arnold's chocolate body, licking her lips at the thoughts that ran through her head.

Soon, they stood face-to-face, their bodies pressed against each other. It was then Arnold saw how tall she was, the top of his bald head hovered just below her chin, his eye-line fixed at her beautiful breasts.

"You haven't said a word since I walked in," Valerie flexed her biceps, deliberately pressing her body against his.

"Do you not like what you see?," There was a tone of innocence in her sweet voice.

Arnold just nodded and without warning wrapped his massive arms around her waist, squeezing her in bearhug with all the pressure he could muster. Valerie laughed as Arnold struggled to lift her up in the air.

"Here, why don't I show you how its done?," Valerie wrapped her arms around Arnold's waist and lifted him up. He screamed as Valerie squeezed, her power was incredible and it barely seemed like she was making an effort.

In desperation, Arnold wrapped his hands around her waist again and squeezed. His feet hovered in the air, kicking fruitlessly while he tried his best to gain some leverage. The two muscular titans were locked in each others bearhug's, Arnold squeezed with all his might but his squeezes saw almost no sign of discomfort from Valerie. Her squeezes on the other hand wreaked havoc on his back. Her wrists locked around his tailbone dug deeper into his skin as Arnold screamed in pain.

"What's the matter? Feeling your strength fail you?"

Arnold ignored Valerie's quips, he knew the only way he could win this was if he concentrated everything he had into his submission hold. His biceps swelled up and flexed with tension, his veins almost popping out of his skin till he finally heard it.

"Ungh..." gritted Valerie softly.

For a second, Arnold grew hopeful. His squeeze had managed to elicit a meek response of exertion from Valerie. He squeezed again, screaming in pain as Valerie squeezed him back. They stood there locked with each other for ten more minutes, each squeezing with the strength that they could muster.

Arnold's ploy of using his full strength was slowly beginning to work. He felt like he was finally penetrating through her hard back muscles, feeling his wrist finally dig into her lower back. Valerie grunted as she felt her strength slowly being matched, she had underestimated Lane.

Slowly, Arnold felt his feet touch the floor again as Valerie grunted from exhaustion and pain. Arnold gave her a mighty squeeze that finally caused her scream. Another squeeze and he lifted her up. The tables had turned.

He gave her another squeeze, smiling as her arms uncoiled from around his waist. Valerie's hands pryed fruitlessly at Arnold's hold. She threw her head up each time Arnold squeezed, gritting her teeth against the pain. Annoyed at being one upped, Valerie smashed her forehead into Arnold's nose, causing him to release the hold and stagger back.

"I'm impressed," Valerie quipped as she swayed out of the way of a wild punch aimed at her chest. She responded with a brutal knee to Arnold's chest. He staggered back, coughing and wheezing. Valerie followed up with a punch to his balls.

Her knuckle squished deep into the balls causing Arnold's face to contort as a muffled scream tried to break free from the shackles of his gritted teeth. A hard punch to his cheek turned those teeth red. He spat blood as Arnold's head flipped to one side from the impact.

He barely got out of the way of another brutal punch aimed at his throat. Arnold ducked down and drove a fist into Valerie's rock hard abs, she barely winced. Arnold looked shocked as his fist bounced off her mid-section, her muscles absorbing the impact of the blow, acting like an impenetrable defense barrier.

Arnold's left cheek caved in to a brutal fist from Valerie, the impact had his opposite cheek flapping outward. Arnold winced in pain as he blocked another fist with his forearm, Valerie's blow leaving his skin bruised. He responded with a hard punch to her face, only to see her smile.

Arnold's back crashed into the floor as Valerie kicked him hard in the center of his chest. As he lay squirming, Valerie spread his legs and slammed her foot into his balls. Arnold screamed as his large bulge bent under her foot, his balls crushed. Valerie prolonged his suffering by grinding her foot on his crotch, laughing as he screamed.

He breathed a teary-eyed sigh of relief when Valerie removed her foot, only to scream again when she stomped him in the chest. Again and again, Valerie's foot hammered his chest leaving Arnold coughing and wheezing, eventually spitting out blood from his mouth.

Arnold screamed again as Valerie jumped up and landed her perfect ass on his chest, positioning herself on his pectoralis and pinning his arms underneath her foot. She began to rain systemic destruction on his face, a punch bruising his cheek, another swelling up one eye while yet another nearly broke his nose.

In desperation, Arnold bought his feet up behind Valerie as she sat on his chest and wrapped his thick thighs around her head from behind. Valerie's eyes went wide in shock at the unexpected rally but his squeezes seemed to do nothing to her. Valerie bore the impact of his squeezes with small annoyed grunts and continued bloodying his face.

Arnold persevered as Valerie pounded his face in which was now a bloody mess. He kept squeezing, trying his best to ignore the pain. After what seemed like hours to him, he finally felt her slowing down. The veins in Valerie's head almost popped from the pressure being applied by Arnold's thighs, she knew she couldn't ignore his headscissor any longer and decided to change tactics.

Positioning her ass on his face this time, she facesat him. Valerie's pussy lips engulfed Arnold's nose as he struggled to breathe. Her hips applied extreme pressure on his face while she struggled stuck in Arnold's headscissor.

Arnold's face began to turn blue due to oxygen deprivation, his thighs on Valerie's head loosening and Valerie's hands almost succeeding in prying them open from around her head. He knew he couldn't let up and had to try something. That's when it struck him, he took whatever breath he could afford and began to eat her out.

Loud moans echoed through the apartment as Arnold's tongue went into overdrive.

"Shit! Oh...YES!...Fuck....I mean no...NO!"

Valerie had a new battle to fight. Her body quivered and her hips instinctively gyrated as Arnold made her dance to his tune. Stuck between a headscissor and some deft work from Arnold's tongue, Valerie fought her mind for control of her body. Waves of pain and ecstasy washed over her body and she couldn't let either win. She fought for the control of her hands that wanted to pry themselves from Arnold's thighs and help her edge her closer to an orgasm.

"Ooooh...FUCK...Ahhhhh....SHIT"

Valerie's cries alternated between pain and pleasure. The pressure from Arnold's headscissor was now turning the skin on her head red. Her veins threatened to pop any second and Valerie felt her vision going hazy. She had to do something fast. Valerie slowly began to arch her torso up, till her crotch released the stranglehold on Arnold's nose. In a moment of relief, Arnold took a large breath, his eyes wide and watery. His breathing had finally returned to normal.

He had forgotten one thing, in his jubilation at being able to breathe again, he did not realize he had let Valerie's head go from between his thighs and now she sat flush on his chest, her eyes red with rage to match the skin around her forehead.

"Uh-oh...," grumbled Arnold before a hard punch to his face shut him up. Valerie bloodied his nostrils with another fist before he blocked another of her fists inches from his teeth. Arnold pushed her off him and rolled away as Valerie fell to the floor.

Both fighters moved slowly, getting to their knees before they began swinging. They struck each other while getting to their feet, ferocious fists bouncing off their bodies. It was clear that Valerie was now winded. She had been stuck in Lane's headscissor for what seemed like an eternity. Valerie's vision faded in and out as the two fighters traded hard body blows. Arnold's punches were finally beginning to sting.

Arnold wasn't doing any better, being deprived of air for so long meant that his muscles ached as air supply slowly normalized in his system. Even blocking Valerie's punches hurt more than it should. He screamed as Valerie kneed him hard in the crotch, his hands cupping his abused appendage as his legs Cris-crossed.

Placing a hand at the back of head, Valerie grabbed his arm and whipped him into the apartment wall. Arnold screamed as his forehead bounced off the concrete wall, his body staggering back into Valerie's waiting arms who locked him in a full nelson. Valerie tried to knee his balls again but this time Arnold caught her blow just inches from his balls using his thighs.

As Valerie hopped on one leg, Arnold caught her with a vicious elbow to the cheek and backpedaled her into the wall behind them. Valerie's back collided with the wall, a groan of pain escaping her lips as Arnold flipped around and buried a fist into her left breast.

Arnold's punches were finally beginning to have an impact. Valerie screamed as another fist buried into her right breast before bending over from the impact of brutal punch to her belly. Arnold threw her head up with a knee to her chin and bruised her cheek with a follow-up.

Wrapping his hand around her throat, Arnold pinned Valerie to the wall and spread her legs. He punched her hard in the crotch and as she screamed buried a fist deep into her belly. He followed up with a hard chop to her breasts, his palm reddening her skin on impact.

Arnold's fingers dug deep into her toned abdomen as he clawed her. His other hand grabbing a handful of her crotch and squeezing. With his teeth, he clamped down on one of her nipples, leaving Valerie screaming in pain, stuck in a unique submission. In desperation, Valerie punched him square in the jaw, staggering the man back.

She took a moment to collect herself before rushing in and nailing Arnold in the cheek with a hard punch. He blocked a punch to his abs by catching Valerie's fist mid-air and yanking her towards him by her wrist, throwing her body off balance. As Valerie staggered forward, he nailed her with a kick to the side of the head.

Arnold's eyes grew wide in shock as he watched her stand. Her strength was incredible, that one kick had done many a woman in and yet here she stood, her feet wobbly but still in it. It was then he understood that any half measure would mean giving this tall goddess a chance. He would have to go all out if he wanted to win.

Valerie was having an epiphany of her own. She caught Arnold's leg as he attempted to kick her in the crotch. She flipped him around and wrapped his biceps around his throat from behind. Valerie had underestimated Arnold's endurance, her strength meant nothing if she was exhausted but Arnold's strikes still struck at the same power as before.

Defeat was no longer a distant possibility, it was the inevitable outcome.

Valerie could barely put any power into her headlock, her muscles flexed fruitlessly as she tried to exert power into the hold but she knew there was none. Arnold began elbowing her in the sides of her bruised stomach, causing her to wince in pain. She knew that it would only prolong her inevitable beating but she had to try.

Valerie jumped up and wrapped her thighs around Arnold's waist. The combined pressure of the bodyscissor and headlock immediately reduced Arnold to one knee. He screamed in pain as she squeezed. Arnold felt all of his insides shifting as Valerie's long legs snapped shut around his sides. He was amazed that there was still some fight left in her but he knew her strength was fading fast.

Arnold began to ignore the pain, focusing his mind on the beating he was about to give her.

He slowly got up to his feet, the tall amazon still locked in behind him. He backpedaled into the wall, pasting her before smashing the back of his black, bald head into her nose. As she covered her bloodied nose, Arnold unleashed a concentrated assault on her body.

Rough fists abused her crotch as Valerie screamed in pain, followed by brutal punches to her stomach. Arnold bruised her breasts purple before giving her a black eye and a bruised cheek. She began to slump downwards against the wall till she sat on the floor. Valerie was barely screaming anymore, she just moaned and grunted.

A final knee to her chin, threw her head up and knocked her out cold. Arnold collapsed too, this tough beauty had pushed him to his limits but he still won. He slowly got up and sat on the couch. A few moments later, Valerie stirred too. Arnold extended a hand and helped Valerie to her feet. They kissed as their hands explored each other's battered bodies.

"So?," Valerie whispered "What now?"

Some hours later...

Arnold's camera fought his skill as he messed with the lens, annoyed with himself. It took a few more seconds but he finally managed to focus on Valerie's beautiful form on the bed. She was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back with a white satin cloth. She smiled as Arnold jumped on to the bed.

Valerie moaned as Arnold forced her mouth open and spit in it before facefucking her hard.

In another corner of town, James Brentson feared for his life. He looked at all his bodyguards strewn on the floor, the big muscular blonde was now making his way towards him. They called her babyface.

He whimpered and cried as she walked towards him.

"N-N-no, P-Please w-we can work something out...I have a way of getting you your money!"

The blonde laughed.

"You had your chance James and you didn't pay, what makes you think I am going to fall for it again?,"

James screamed as babyface lifted his small frame in the air, his arms and legs kicking out.

"Honest to god, I know of a good way!," James pointed toward his phone on the table. Babyface thought about it for a second, he had already screwed her out of the money and as much as she wanted to pound his sorry ass, he had made some decent calls in the past.

She walked towards the table, still holding him in the air by his throat and picked up the phone. James opened up a website and showed it to her. It was Arnold Lane's site, advertising $1 million to any woman who could beat him in no-holds barred combat.

James smiled as he saw babyface's eyebrows raise with interest.

"You beat this shit and pocket more than I ever owed ya," James said with sly grin. Babyface smiled. She dropped James to the floor and walked away. Her eyes were on a bigger prize.

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Great story. I like it that she was bigger and stronger, but the battle was back and forth and he wore her down with his tremendous stamina. Even she realized she had become so weak that she had no chance. It would be interesting to hear more of her thought process as she went from arrogantly confident and overwhelmingly powerful to weak and helpless. Looking forward to seeing how he does against Babyface!

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Great Storie, I like It tío.
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Thank you everyone @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]: The original plan was to follow the inner thoughts of both characters but I suck at writing compelling dialogue and eventually decided to scrap most of that idea, only keeping a few lines in

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Another fantastic story man!

Really dig the back and forth action and think that including pictures of the women is a great addition! Really looking forward to reading more!
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I have hope read more of it stories in the future
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Episode 3: Baby's day out

It was bright and early in the morning. One of the benefits of living close to the beach were those little moments when you had the sun and the sand all to yourself. Arnold Lane walked the length of the sparkling sands with a hop in his step. This was a good day.

He made his way along the coast to his favorite bar, to start the morning with a kip.

"Good day, Mr. Lane," beamed Lou from behind the counter. Lane was a regular and Lou knew it was smart business to care of the regulars. He took Lane to his favorite spot, with an expansive view of the horizon. Sitting in the lone recliner, Lane put his feet up and relaxed. He took his off his flip flops and lay down.

"Hey Lou!," shouted Lane. His hands rested at the back of his black, bald head, his feet crossed and relaxed along the length. He wore those cheesy palm-tree briefs and a pair of sunglasses on top of his head.

"The usual!," He said pointing to Lou.

"Coming right up, Mr. Lane!," Little Lou began mixing and shaking, humming a soft tune until he poured his prepared drink in a glass. The bar was made to resemble a small wooden hut, bamboo sticks and technology living together in an uneasy alliance. As he walked outside, circling around the bar table, he saw someone approach from the side. It was a woman.

A big one at that. Lou's jaw dropped to the floor as she began removing one article of clothing for every step she took, leaving a trail of discarded garments in her wake. Soon, she was staring down at Lou, his small frame looking up to see the goddess standing before him.

She bent down and whispered in his ear.

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"You better scram if you know what's good for you," She said softly.

She slammed her fist on the bar table, punching a hole through wooden board with ease. Lou took an audible gulp and turned around, swiftly moving away. He was stopped by her voice once again, slowly turning around as fear painted his face white.

She reached for the drink in his hand as Lou shook in fear.

"I'll take that!," She picked the drink up as Lou dropped the tray and ran away. Babyface started walking towards Arnold Lane with a sinister smile.

"Mr. Lane?," said Babyface softly as she hovered over him.

"Lou what happened to your voic-," Lane opened his eyes slowly, his vision blurry at first but adjusting to the woman before him. It wasn't Lou and Lane had a fair idea of what the woman wanted.

"I'll be...," Lane mumbled in a daze.

"You sure are a looker, ain't ya?"

Babyface did not reply. Instead she shoved the glass in her hand down Lane's mouth. As he sat there choking on the glass that had suddenly invaded his throat, Babyface punched him hard.

The glass shattered into a million pieces from the impact of Babyface's punch. Lane sat there, his head whipped to one side and tiny particles of glass mixed with blood flying out of his mouth.

Babyface grabbed the recliner and flipped it over, depositing Lane to the bed of sand below.

Lane had barely gotten to all fours when Babyface attacked. Her knee smashed into the side of his head with brutal impact. Lane could feel the crunch in his bones as the blow landed. He blocked another attempt at knee strike and pushed Babyface away, rolling back to get on his feet.

His eyes went wide in shock as Babyface was already on him, standing face-to-face. Lane had underestimated her speed, as big as she was, she was extremely agile. He backpedaled blocking ferocious fists to his face and abs, her knuckles bouncing off the skin on his forearm, stinging pain burning through his wrists.

Lane could already see that she would be impossible to retaliate against during her onslaught, he had to bide his time. He winced as another one of Babyface's punches struck his chest, he coughed as he backed away still blocking. Her speed was incredible, Lane could barely tell where one attack began and another finished, her strikes flowed together seamlessly. Well, almost.

Seeing a small opening as Babyface missed a wild hook aimed at his face, Lane grabbed her wrist and pulled Babyface towards him. As she stumbled forward, he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up and squeezing in a bearhug. Babyface winced at the pressure on her lower back, with just one squeeze she could tell, he was her equal in strength.

She began elbowing him on the side of the head to get him to release the hold. Lane responded by dropping her crotch first on his knee with a vicious atomic drop. As Babyface sat on his knee, cupping her jewels, Lane bloodied her nose with a headbutt, sending her to the sand.

"FUCK!," Babyface thought to herself. She checked her nose, wiping some blood off her nostrils before standing up. Surprisingly, Arnold had not pressed his advantage, he just stood in a fighting stance waiting for her to get up.

Babyface got to her feet slowly, wiping the blood from her nostrils till she stood. A wry smile formed on her face as she nodded. Lane nodded back with a wry smile of his own. He ripped his briefs off and smiled as Babyface's eyes went wide at the girth of his bulge.

With a loud yell, the two nude combatants rushed at each other, meeting in a test of strength on the shimmering sands. The sun behind them formed a silhouette of the two muscular forms locked in a struggle. Their fingers entwined together, arms extended above their heads. Their chests were pressed against each other, Lane's massive bulge rubbing against her muscular leg.

Their faces strained with exertion as neither moved, their gaze locked at each other. Sweat ran down their bodies as their muscles bulged, their biceps puffed. Something had to give. Breaking the stranglehold, Babyface wrapped her massive arms across Lane's head and smacked his cheek to the side of her waist. She poured pressure on Lane's head with a side headlock as he winced in pain. Babyface grunted and squeezed as Lane felt his vision go hazy and the blood rush to his head.

He punched her hard in the tailbone. Babyface threw her head up and cried in pain but didn't let go of the headlock, instead she reached behind her and grabbed his balls. Babyface's back now rested on Lane's bent over form, one of her arms locked in under his chin, bending his neck back while the other was firmly between his butt cheeks, squeezing his balls with malicious intent.

Screaming in pain, Lane reached between her legs and clawed her pussy, his hands grabbing a handful of her crotch and squeezing violently. They stood there for a while, both of them screaming at the top of their lungs as pain rushed through their privates. Neither willing to let go.

Lane finally relented, the pain in his balls too much for him to handle. He let go of his pussy claw as Babyface let out a scream of relief. With an enraged howl, she elbowed him hard in the balls. Lane's face hit the sand, slumped over on his knees. The sand muffled his screams as Babyface kicked him hard in the nuts. After each strike, she wound her leg back as much as she could before letting her shin crash into his balls from behind.

Lane must have counted 20 kicks into his tender balls before he decided to act. Arching his hips up, he caught Babyface's ankle between his thighs. He flipped over to his back, twisting her ankle. She screamed in pain and fell to the sand, her back crashing with a thud.

Lane eased up on her ankle and wrapped his thighs around her leg, his arms bending her leg at the knee while his thighs squeezed hers. Babyface lay writhing on the sand, her arms reaching for an invisible rope above her, willing her body up. She sat up and punched Lane in the face hard and he responded with a savage punch to her left breast to drop her back down again. He began elbowing her in the crotch while pulling and twisting her leg, leaving her screaming in pain.

Babyface's palm nestled a handful of sand and she threw it at Lane's face. He immediately let go and rolled around, his hands working feverishly to get the sand out of his eyes. By the time he could see again, it was too late.

Babyface kicked him in the nose, her shin colliding into his skin and bloodying his nose. Lane fell back to the sand, unable to defend himself against a barrage of stomps to his abs and chest. He lay there coughing and spitting blood. Babyface grabbed his ankles and spread his legs apart. Lane's eyes went wide, he knew what was coming next.

Merciless stomps savaged his balls, bruising them purple as he screamed at the top of his lungs. By the time she stopped, Lane was a sobbing mess, his hands massaged his bruised balls, hoping to relieve some of the pain. With a sinister smile, Babyface pulled him to his feet by his throat and dragged him with her into the bar.

Lane's back landed with a thud on the hard wooden floor when Babyface powerbombed him. With a hand placed on the back of his bald head, Babyface pulled him to a seated position before nailing him in the cheek with a brutal knee. Blood flew out of his mouth as she kneed him again, bruising his cheek. The next strike swelled the skin around his right eye and one more drew blood from the side of his forehead.

Babyface took a step back and laughed, seeing the large man sit on his ass, his arms limp by his side and his feet spread out in front of him. Drool fell from the side of his lips, dried blood accumulating on his chest. One side of his face had swollen up and purple and he was missing one of his teeth on the front.

Lane just sat there almost out of it, the black nearly engulfing him as his vision faded in and out. Babyface mocked him with a camera gesture using her fingers, taking a snap of his battered form.

"That 1 million," She said as she wound her knee back for another strike.

"Is as good as mine"

Time slowed down for Lane, he saw Babyface's knee heading toward his battered face in excruciating detail, watching every muscle in her leg flex. His hands moved as Babyface's eyes went wide. As his palms wrapped around her knee, Babyface knew she was done for. They were equal in strength but Lane's tolerance for pain was higher than any man that she had faced.

Babyface screamed in pain as Lane smashed her knee into the ground. She slumped to all fours, her legs spread and that was all the invitation Lane needed. The kicks that collided with her cunt reverberated through the empty bar, their ferocity and power shocking Babyface, reducing her to a crying mess, her makeup running down her face.

He pulled Babyface to her feet by grabbing her hair and smashed her forehead into a nearby table. Her body sprawled on the table like water, her eyes tired and closed and her back heaving in rhythm with her chest, pulling in large gulps of air.

Lane twisted her blonde locks and pulled her to her feet again. He kneed her hard in the crotch from behind reducing Babyface to hers. His bruised balls rested on top of her forehead and his large shaft covered the length of her face. Babyface looked up at him, her eyes no longer proud or arrogant but fearful. Fearful of the defeat and the beating it was going to bring.

Without warning Lane shoved his thick cock into her mouth, locking his thighs around the sides of her head and facefucking her hard. Her breasts became a target as Lane rained hell on her chest, clawing, punching and squeezing her globes, his fingers twisting her nipples with malicious intent. Babyface's muffled screams were barely audible, the only sound that echoed around the room was of her gagging and Lane's fists smacking her bruised, purple breasts as he facefucked her hard.

"Stay down Pete!," Quipped Anna May. The tough mid-western cowgirl was only 20 years old but she had already turned to the dark side of life. She stood with her gang of girls, a baseball bat in hand, the tip of which tapped Pete's cheek.

He was on his knees, looking up at the tough Texan. She stood with one of her hands on her hips, her slim toned body encased in small cut-off jeans and a skimpy bikini top. Her six-pack abs were bare.

"What do you want? Who the fuck are you? How do you know my name?," Blood ran down Pete's battered face.

"You don't have to concern your pretty little head with that," Anna moved the baseball bat along the length of Pete's cheek, stopping at the side of his head. The two girls standing either side of Anna giggled and moved towards Pete. They picked him up and bent him over a table.

"What are you doing? N-Noo...ack..." Anna stuffed the end of the baseball bat deep into Pete's mouth choking him hard. She facefucked him using the bat, pushing the bat deeper and deeper with each thrust until only the handle remained visible. Pete passed out from the exertion and the girls ripped his clothes off. They took out strap-ons from a bag nearby, taking time to lube the end with alcohol and taking turns fucking Pete's unconscious body.

They tied Pete up and left him there, spraying the words "Anna's fuckbitch!" on his chest. They took all the money they could from the cash register before hitting the road in their open top convertible.

"Yo check it out!," quipped one of the girls while showing Anna a website on the phone.

"1 Million? This bitch thinks he can walk around with that free cash?"

Anna floored the gas with a smile, the gang had a new destination.
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