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Old 06-Mar-21, 08:41
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"You Arnold Lane? The $1 million guy?," She said with confidence radiating on her skin. Lane just admired the view for a second, taking in her beauty.

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"What do ya want?," Lane said in an equally confident tone.

The young woman walked towards him, circling his large ebony muscular body and studying him from head to toe. Camila Deville was an amateur pro wrestler with a strange kink of pitting herself against larger men in brutal no rules hardcore matches. Lane definitively fit the part. The $1 million was just the icing on the cake.

"You and me in the squared circle. Hardcore, no rules and one fall to take the match!"

Lane smiled at her audacity. There was something about this spunky youngster that he liked and he was willing to take the plunge to find out if she could fight as well as she could run her mouth.

"You're on! When and where?"

Camila gave him the address to her private gym and walked away as Lane stared and rubbed his palms with a smile.

Few hours later...

Arnold Lane slapped Camila Deville's tight booty with delight, watching with a smile as it jiggled.

"You ready for this?," He asked her, holding her upside down in the air.

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"What...do...you...think?," She asked grunting with some exertion.

Lane laughed and slammed the top of her head into the hard concrete with a stiff piledriver. Camila was an excellent pro wrestler, one of the best she would tell you if you asked. But not only was Arnold Lane bigger than any man she had faced before, challenging him to a hardcore match was just asking for trouble.

Lane had dominated the opening moments of the match and most of the punishment she had endured had been dished out outside the ring.

Camila fell to the floor in a heap, her arms and limbs spread and her head cocked to one side. Her chest heaved as she drew in large breaths and her eyes were blank staring in the distance.

Lane grabbed her top and ripped it off, helping himself to a handful of her breasts and twisting her nipples. Camila screamed as he pulled her to her feet and dragged her toward the ring. His fingers were still lodged menacingly on her nipples as he pinched and twisted.

He led her towards the ring, taking a short detour towards the steel steps. Lane slammed Camila's head on the unforgiving steel and watched as her body sprawled out on the steps. He gave her a hard double handle axe blow to the back inducing a tennis-player like grunt from her. He followed up with a knee to her sides before Lane peeled Camila off the steel steps using her hair.

He slammed her forehead into the apron, pressing the side of her face against it as her limbs flailed in protest. He let her go and smiled as she slumped to the floor. He mockingly placed a foot at the centre of her bare chest and began a three count. Camila kicked out after one.

Enraged he tore her shorts off and grabbed a handful of her crotch and squeezed. As she whimpered and protested her displeasure, Lane grabbed one of her breasts with his other hand and lifted her body clean off the floor. Camila's eyes went wide in shock as she soon found herself stretched out straight as an arrow over Lane's head.

Lane threw her into the ring. Camila's body flew over the top rope, flipping over mid-air before she landed hard on her back. The ring shook from the impact and Camila lay there clutching her back, her feet tapping against the mat.

Lane took his time climbing into the ring, rubbing his foot on the apron before casually throwing one leg over the top rope. That was the opening Camila needed. Willing herself up, she rushed towards Lane and clung on to the top rope, shaking it violently and crotching Lane.

He screamed in pain as he felt his balls compressing on the top rope and shifted all his body weight to one side till he tipped over into the squared circle. As he lay on the mat with his hands nestled firmly on his jewels, Camila walked towards him with a fiery rage in her eyes.

Lane screamed. Camila's foot crashed into his balls again and again, he must have counted at least twenty stomps before Lane began to plead in misery but Camila didn't stop. She continued stomping with reckless abandon till she saw a wet stain appear on Lane's briefs. Then with a smile, she ripped his briefs off and continued stomping again.

Lane writhed in agony but he was already starting to form a plan. Having been in brutal fights with bigger women who nearly tore his dick off taught him a thing or two about pain and how to control it. Camila's foot crashed into his balls again as he cleared his mind.

He channelled his pain into rage and felt the intense hate run through his muscles as they bulged. He yanked his spread legs free from Camila's hands and pushed her back into the ropes with his feet. As Camila rebound of the ropes, Lane rolled forward and delivered a brutal punch to her stomach.

Camila fell to her knees with a loud guttural grunt. Her hands cradled her toned abs, searing pain burning through every muscle in her core. Lane ran into the ropes, rebounding with his knee outstretched and aimed at the side of her head. At the last moment, Camila got up and extended her arm. Her flexed bicep crashed into his nose and the impact lifted his feet right off the ground. Lane spun in the air, taking a full rotation before he crashed to the mat in a heap.

He lay on the mat breathing hard as his chest heaved to match his exaggerated gulps of air. Camila stomped him hard in the back. Lane screamed and threw his head up in pain, as he did, she immediately straddled his back. Resting her snatch on top of his bare ass cheeks, she pulled his arms back over her knees and locked her palms under his chin.

"Hell of a...clothesline...," He said grunting from the pain as she poured on the pressure with a vicious camel clutch.

Camila smiled and then cranked his neck harder.

"Well, well...a man who knows his place," She pulled harder on his chin, causing him to grunt.

"You are a rare find, unfortunately flattery won't get you anywhere"

Lane screamed as Camila bent his back. She was strong but Lane was stronger. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and began to get up. Camila opened up with hard forearms to the sides of his head, hoping to keep him down. It wasn't working.

Lane stood up and backpedalled into the corner. Camila's back smashed into the turnbuckles and she threw her head up with a loud grimace. Lane bent down and punched her hard in the stomach. Camila's cheeks puffed from the impact, eyes closed as her lungs pushed out all the air through her mouth.

"Hell...of...a punch!," She muttered, short of breath.

Lane smiled and grabbed her hair, raising her head up.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!"

Tiny beads of sweat flew off Camila's skin as Lane chopped her hard in the chest. It turned her skin red. Her breasts tingled with stinging pain when he chopped her again and one more time for good measure.

All Camila could do was throw her head up and scream.

She screamed louder when Lane clawed her breasts, his fingers digging into her skin and palms squashing her breasts. With an enraged yell, she bit down on Lane's fingers and he responded with a hard forearm to her cheek that whipped her head to one side, her hair throwing off sweat.

"What's with the biting?," said Lane shaking his hands before he slowly spread Camila's legs over the middle rope, her bum resting on the second turnbuckle.

"What's...with the...tit busting?," replied Camila, her hands still massaging her aching globes.

"Kind of my thing," said Lane and clawed her inner thighs.

"Yeah?...OH FUCK!," Camila started, her speech interrupted by the pain shooting through her leg.

"It sucks!," completed Camila before being forced to scream again as Lane's fingers dug deep into her thighs.

"Too bad...," Lane lent forward next to her ear and whispered.

"Maybe you'll like this one!"

The tip of Lane's knee detonated an explosion in Camila's crotch. She felt his bony joint plunge deep into her pussy sending pain in waves all over her body. Her hands immediately withdrew from her chest and headed between her legs to cradle her aching vagina.

Camila bent over, her legs still stuck on the second rope and her head upside down, her eyes now staring at the bottom turnbuckle. Lane grabbed her hair and picked her torso back upright. Camila hid her pain and instead snarled, her teeth grinding as she huffed and puffed.

Lane just smiled and kneed her in the crotch again.

Tears ran down Camila's eyes as she screamed, some of her makeup now wet and running down the length of her cheek. Lane rubbed her mascara all over her face and punched her hard in the stomach.

He threw Camila down by her hair and her cheek struck first before the rest of Camila's body followed, thumping to the mat with a dull thud. She threw her head up and grunted with clenched teeth as Lane stomped her in the centre of the back and then straddled her.

She felt Lane's massive bulge flush on her ass cheeks as he plonked his hips down on her bubble butt. He grabbed her arms and rested them on his knees.

"This is how you put someone in a camel clutch!," screamed Lane and dug all ten of his fingers deep into her scalp.

Camila felt his cruel fingers twist her mane, pulling her head back towards his chest. She screamed as her body bent in half, the lower half stationery, anchored by Lane's weight but her torso bent from the centre as Lane violently bent her body in a camel clutch using her hair.

"So what do you think?," asked Lane and pulled.

"Could...be...better!," Camila replied with sharp breath, exhaling as Lane poured pressure on her back.

"Hmmm..." mused Lane as he thought of something that brought a smile to his face. Releasing one palm from her hair, he cupped one of her breasts, squeezing as Camila let out a short, piercing scream.

"How about now?," He enquired again as he squeezed her tit.

"The...hair...was...fine!," muttered Camila with exerted breath.

Lane smiled and smashed her forehead into the mat.

Camila's forehead collided with a dull thud, the impact shaking the ring. She lay there motionless on the mat, her heavy breaths moving stray strands of her hair from her face.

Lane's rough fingers on her crotch instantly bought her back to life. She threw her head up with a guttural howl and as she did, Lane wrapped her hair around the fingers of his free hand.

With incredible strength, he lifted her clean off the mat and positioned her body sideways in front of his chest. Arnold bent her around his chest, Camila's body bending in the shape of a horse shoe, the top of her head nearly touching the soles of her shoes behind Lane's back.

"I call this the carousel drop," Lane said bending her, making her scream.

"Why...the...drop?," Camila said in between short squeals of pain.

Lane smiled and smashed her ribs into his knee.

Camila's body flew off his bony limb on contact and she rolled around on the mat, her arms massaging her ribs, hoping to make the pain stop. Lane quickly hooked her leg and pinned her. His face went wide with shock as Camila kicked out at two.

With a frustrated grunt, Lane picked her up and threw her outside the ring. Camila's body flew over the middle rope and landed on the hard concrete outside.

"Got to do something or he is just going to beat on my ass!," Camila thought to herself. Without realising it, Lane made the exact same mistake that had nearly cost him his balls. He had given Camila too much time.

He casually walked towards the ropes, lazily bending under the top rope and stepping on the apron. Lane looked down and admired the view. Watching Camila lay squirming on the floor instantly gave him an erection. Unfortunately, that may have only made it worse.

As he jumped down, Camila kicked him right in the balls by bringing her foot up to meet his descent. Lane just stood there nearly impaled on Camila's foot, his legs crossed and tears of agony in his eyes. Camila kipped up to her feet shocking Lane. He was amazed at her stamina.

Camila smashed the small of his back into the edge of the apron with a violent shoulder tackle. She laughed as Lane slumped to the floor, sitting with his legs spread and his hands cradling his back.

Without warning, Camila ran into him and smashed her knee into his nose. Lane fell over, rolling around holding his bloody nose as she smiled menacingly. Camila's hand cupped his balls and squeezed. Lane teared up in agony, screaming at the top of his lungs as Camila slowly dragged him to his feet by his groin.

She sent him running into the security barrier. The top of Lane's head struck one of the steel bars in the railing, busting his forehead open. Lane fell to his face, his body crumpled and his breaths staggered and weak.

Camila jammed her hand between his legs and squeezed. She pulled his ass up till it faced the ceiling and kicked him hard in the groin. Lane screamed as her shoe crushed into his balls, squishing them against his skin leaving him in agony.

With an angry yell, Camila kicked him again before striking his ribs with her knee. Lane was sure he could feel one of his bones break when her strike landed, he rolled away coughing and wheezing blood. Unfortunately, his troubles were far from over.

A violent chair shot rang across the empty gym as Camila smashed his back with cold steel. She repeated the dose one more time before throwing the makeshift weapon away. Lane lay whimpering on the floor. Stinging pain shot through his back as his hands tried in vain to soothe the ache away.

Camila mockingly kicked him across the face before picking him up and bouncing his head off the steel steps. The impact widened the wound on his forehead and fresh blood poured down his face. Camila pressed his head against the steel, her palm flush on his cheek as she pressed his face into the steel step. He slumped to the floor when she let him go.

Camila delivered a sinister kick to his ribs that flipped him over to his back. Lane heard her prying off the steel step blocks behind him and soon found her staring down at him, cold steel raised above her head.

Lane screamed as she used it like a blunt weapon and smashed it straight into his chest. Lane sat up coughing blood, the pain burning through his skin and on to his bones. As he writhed around on the floor, Camila held down his body by standing on his arms. She smashed the steel step block right into his face.

Lane was now spread eagle on the floor, his arms and legs limp and twitching. The impact had bloodied his face red. The gash on his forehead had grown even larger in size and his nostrils were now bloodier than before. Camila wasn't done yet.

Lane screamed with horror and pain as he felt the steel squish his balls. To Lane, it felt worse than death, he writhed around in agony. Camila laughed at the sorry sight of his broken body. She placed a foot on his chest and began to count.

The world had gone hazy for Lane, everything seemed like it was out of focus. All her could see was a blurry outline of Camila standing over him. He tried to make out what she was saying and his eyes grew wide in shock.

"1...," She said.

A part of him wanted to stop right there and then. A part of him wanted to leave all this behind and retire. He couldn't keep doing this forever, sooner or later he was going to face a woman that was going to kick his ass. Today was not that day.

"2..." He saw Camila's lips move.

Lane slowly focused, blocking out the world from around him. He thought of the beating he was going to give Camila and it bought a smile to his face.

"Thr...OH FUCK!"

Camila's surprise squeal made him laugh, he had lifted his hand off the floor and punched her straight in the crotch. Lane watched as Camila stumbled back on to the apron, her hands cupping her privates as she grunted and winced in pain. He tried hard to get to his feet but the pain was too much. Lane couldn't capitalise, he needed a minute.

He was well aware of what this meant. Camila was on him again like a furious feline, kicking and stomping his body all over. Lane just lay there and took it. If he was to have a chance in this match, he needed to concentrate. Taking a a deep breath, he shut the world out again.

Lane felt her strikes rain down on his body, each fist and foot crashing into his skin. He felt each bruise before it formed, the slow spread of its colour from the epicentre as his skin morphed. He felt her strikes into his balls, savage punches and kicks squishing his manhood to mush. Lane took all that pain, all that spite he felt towards her and channelled it into energy.

Lane dropped Camila to her ass by swiping one of her ankles off the floor. As she sat there dazed and confused, Lane smashed into her breasts with a brutal forearm. Camila winced in pain and Lane punched her hard in the cheek.

Camila fell to the floor, amazed at the strength of that punch. It was then she understood that she wasn't going to win. After all that she had put him through, he was still able to punch her to the ground.

She moaned as she felt Lane's fingers pull her hair, dragging her upright. Camila looked into his face, the rage burning like tiny fires in his eyes. She smiled as Lane moved his knee, the destination of its travel was clear as day.

The strike impacted between her legs, sending waves of ache and ecstasy through her body. She threw her head up and moaned, finding herself turned on at the thought of the hard earned beating that was to come.

Camila felt his hands run up her thighs, his palms cradling her buttocks and spreading her legs wide. She moaned as Lane picked her up in the air and walked towards the security barrier.

She felt the cold steel of the railing dig in to her labia as Lane dropped her crotch first on top of it. She sat there with her legs spread on either side, her body twitching on impact. Camila bit her lip and moaned. She wanted more.

She got more when Lane smashed a steel chair into her back. Camila fell from the railing, lying in a heap on the floor. Her palms rubbed against her back, her legs kicking out beneath her as she moaned and bit her lip. Lane flipped her over and gave Camila a brutal chair shot to her breasts.

Camila's hands instinctively cradled her chest, her head rubbed against the floor as a soft groan escaped her lips. Lane dragged Camila to her feet and took her over to a nearby table.

Lane banged her head on the table with a steady rhythm, smiling watching it bob up and down till he saw a small cut spew blood on the side of her forehead.

Lane got up on the table, dragging Camila behind him by the hair.

She felt a sense of Deja vu as she found herself upside down in his arms again. Camila moaned softly feeling Lane's enviable bulge press up against her face. With a hard spank to her butt, Lane piledrove her through the table.

Camila was a hot mess. She lay there in the wreckage, her body aching for release at the precipice of an orgasm. It would have to wait. Lane's fingers dug into her breasts and pulled her to her feet. Lane took her next to the steel steps, dragging Camila behind him by her nipples. Her dazed form just limply obeyed.

Bending down behind her, Lane jammed his head between her legs and wrapped his hand around Camila's thighs. She felt her feet leave the ground, her body now seated on Lane's shoulders. She could feel the back of his bald head rub against her crotch, the dotted remnants of his hair pricking her skin.

Lane slammed her chest first on to the steel steps. The two blocks that made up the steps gave away as her breasts impacted cold steel. The skin on her chest bruised from the impact as it sent pain racing through her body. Her pleasure counter balanced the sharp stings, reducing her to a mess of pain and pleasure.

Camila writhed and squirmed on the floor, watching Lane as he grabbed a nearby chair and threw it into the ring. She watched as he set it up in one of the corners, jamming it sideways between the top and middle turnbuckle.

Camila smiled, biting her lower lip as Lane walked towards her. Once again, Lane's fingers dug into her scalp inducing a soft moan of delight from her lips. He rolled her body in under the bottom rope, following her in and then picking her up to her feet.

Camila let out an excited yelp as Lane's rough fingers grabbed a handful of her crotch from behind. His other hand, grabbed her hair and Lane picked her body up in his hands like a battering ram. Camila was beyond turned on at her hopelessness. She felt like a child's doll in his hands being held up her crotch and hair with her feet and arms limp in the air. This was it, the moment of her defeat. Her thoughts had already drifted to the rough post match sex. She was going to be dominated more than once today.

Lane ran forward with Camila in tow. His feet broke into a full sprint, aiming the top of Camila's head at the body of the steel chair. Camila closed her eyes in anticipation, her release just a few seconds away and then it happened. Her head smacked into the chair and her body convulsed with an orgasm.

Lane smiled as he watched her body twitch and squirm. He rolled her over and hooked her leg.

"1...2...3," Lane's palm slapped on the mat and it was over. He leant forward and kissed her.

Camila moaned as Lane's lips explored her body, softly pecking every bruise she had.

"What now?," She said, whispering into his ear. Lane just smiled.

He yanked her hair till she sat on the mat and then positioned himself behind her. Camila moaned as Lane's biceps locked around throat locking in a rear choke hold. Camila moaned as she felt the breath driven from her lungs, her legs twitching on the mat as her consciousness slowly faded.

Lane smiled and draped her limp body over his shoulders. He smacked her ass as he jumped down from the apron and walked towards the exit. He had someone new to play with tonight.

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Amazing, who is the woman of the photo ?
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Not sure what her name is but she is a CrossFit athlete.
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The red "Rec" label flashed on the camera's viewfinder as the device sprung to life. Soon, it focused in on Camila's beautiful face hanging upside down. The camera captured the sound of her breathing, her chest rising and falling to the rhythm of her long, deep breaths. The sweat ran down her muscular nude body as she squirmed on her back, her hands trying pry open Lane's massive thighs that were locked around her throat.

Lane lay on the purple wrestling mat like a king, resting his head on his arm and squeezing Camila's throat with his legs. She moaned as another big squeeze took her breath away.

"All you have to do is tap," He said giving her another squeeze.

Ignoring his quips, Camila just struggled. She arched her back, trying to find a way to flip her body over to the other side but another big squeeze from Lane shut her down. He squeezed again and she moaned.

Camila bit her lower lip as Lane's finger traced an invisible line on her torso, making its way from her neck all the way down between her legs. Her palms frantically slapped Lane's thigh as he squeezed her crotch. He released her with a smile, watching her roll away to her knees.

They smiled and gave each other a fist bump before they circled each other, crawling on all fours. Lane had managed to amaze Camila again, it had only been a few hours since the brutal hardcore match and he appeared to have regained all his strength. She was already dreading inviting him to stay for the weekend.

They jumped at each other with a primal lunge, their hands resting on each other's shoulder's as they each tried to pin the other to the mat. Lane wrapped his hand around her waist and picked her up. He slammed her back into the mat and straddled her. Camila moaned as she felt his foot dig deep into her ankles, spreading her legs wide.

Lane's thick bulge rubbed against the length of her clit and he placed one of his forearms on her throat. His palm cupped her mouth and blocked her nostrils. Camila's fingers dug deep into Lane's skin as she struggled for breath stuck beneath his large frame. He spread her legs even wider to add to the pressure.

Camila's limbs lashed out in protest, the veins on her head threatening to burst under the pressure. He smothered her just a little harder and she tapped, her palm slapping his back with haste.

Lane smiled and rolled off her, leaving her there coughing and panting. She got up to her knees slowly, shaking her head and taking a deep breath. She sat there on her knees for a while with her hands on her hips. Camila's eye liner ran down her sweat laden face as she wiped some of it off.

Camila bent down, circling Lane with her eyes now intently locked at his body. He copied her stance and they jumped at each other again. Camila punched Lane hard in the face drawing blood. The blow surprised him but not enough to daze him. Lane blocked another attempted strike at his face and responded with one of his own.

Camila's cheek hit the mat with a thud, close enough to the camera for a close-up. The lens focused in at the bruise on her cheek.

Lane jumped on her back, his thick appendage brushing between thighs and his chest slamming on her shoulder blades. He wrapped his large arm around her throat, using his palm to smother her mouth again. Camila immediately tapped and Lane let go.

He flipped her around and gave her a hard punch to the stomach before he got up off her and went to his corner. Camila coughed and laughed in sputters as she got up to her knees, her arms cradling her belly. She saw Lane sitting there like a pissed off little boy, shaking his head.

Lane eventually joined in, smiling and giving her a fist bump. They got to all fours and circled again.

This time Lane got the upper hand when they jumped at each other. He caught her in a side headlock, slamming her cheek to the side of his waist. His bicep wrapped around her head and squeezed almost making Camila's eyes pop out from the pressure. He gave her a hard punch to the sides and as she winced, struck with an elbow to her back.

Camila's body spread out on the mat, her pelvis smacked against the floor and her tush jiggled in protest at the impact of the blow. Worse, she now found herself facing Lane's butt and she had become all too familiar with what that meant.

"Do it," He said playfully.

"Fuck off!," Camila shouted grunting as Lane squeezed her head.

"C'mon just a little kiss for daddy!," Lane spanked her ass, smiling as he watched her cheeks jiggle.

"Na-uh!," She said, still grimacing as Lane squeezed harder.

With a devious smile, he reached between her legs and squeezed. Camila cried out in pain and hurriedly kissed his butt. Lane laughed and let her go. Camila rolled away and wiped her mouth in disgust. Her eyes went wide with a loud gasp when she discovered a strand of hair in her mouth. Lane just smiled and shrugged.

"Why you little...," screamed Camila as she jumped on top of Lane. She wrapped her legs around Lane's waist and squeezed. Lane winced and squeezed her inner thighs in response. Camila screamed as she felt Lane's finger dig into her thighs. He spread her legs apart and elbowed her hard in the crotch.

Camila rolled over and planked, her cheek resting on the floor and her hands cupping her privates, her feet doing a little tap-dance of their own. Her face held back screams of agony as she gritted her teeth and emitted a guttural howl.

Lane jumped on her back again, his erection flopping between her ass cheeks as he lay on top of her. He threaded his arms between her armpits, locking his palms behind her neck. Lane locked his ankles around her shin and spread her legs as far as they would go.

"N-N-NOOOO!," screamed Camila as Lane plonked to his ass behind her. He now rested his feet at back of her knees. He grabbed her arms and pulled her torso back. Camila screamed in pain as her torso violently bolted upright.

"You might as well give up now and make it a little easier!," Lane quipped as he pulled her back some more.

"NO!," She screamed. Camila didn't know what it was, maybe false pride.

Every muscle in her body ached to be set free, pushing her to submit. Camila fought her instincts, if she was going out, she was doing it the right way. By now, Lane bought her to her knees. He swept her off her feet, placing her torso in the air while he pulled her arms below to his chest. With his feet, he completed the ceiling hold bending and locking the back of her feet into her thighs.

Camila screamed, her face upside down and the tip of her long hair brushing against Lane's chest. She screamed as Lane pulled again, going red in the face as he redirected the blood flow to her head. She still wouldn't submit.

Lane smiled as he felt her slowly pass out, her body limp in the air. He threw her down to the mat and positioned the camera in front of her unconscious face. Rubbing his palms like a kid, he got up and stomped her hard in the back.

The camera recorded Camila's head shooting up from the impact, her eyes still dazed. They went wide when Lane grabbed a handful of her crotch and squeezed. With his other hand, he dug his palm into her scalp, lifting her body off the floor by Camila's crotch and mane.

He carried her like a battering ram, walking towards the bedroom and smashing the top of her head into the door to open it. Lane stepped inside and threw her on the bed.

In the morning, they battled again at the beach and soon, Camila found herself in a familiar position.

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"You're...growing quite...fond of this...aren't you?," She quipped.

Lane smiled and buried her head into the sand with a brutal piledriver. He took the camera off the tripod and captured Camila's body. She sat on her knees, her torso slumped over and her arms limp by her side. Her head was buried in the sand like an ostrich.

Lane placed the camera back on the tripod and undid her skimpy bikini bottom. He kicked her hard in the crotch and the impact dug her head out of the sand, tiny particles glimmering her body as she threw her head up in pain. Lane kicked her hard in the back.

Camila's back arched from the impact, her shoulder blades retracting into her skin and her arms bent at the elbows, her palms making a fist. He punched her hard in the cheek sending her face first into the sand.

Lane plonked down on her bare ass, resting her arms over his knees and locking his palms under her chin. Camila screamed as he bent her body in a savage camel clutch.

"Give?," asked Lane, his palms squishing her cheeks.

"NO!," She retorted, hiding her pain through gritted teeth.

"Suit yourself!," Lane undid her top and wrapped it around her throat, bending her body back with her neck instead.

"How about now?," He asked.

Camila couldn't say anything. Her hands pried at the top that Lane was using to choke her, her teary eyes ruining her makeup. Her head shook from the pressure, her cheeks puffed with exertion. She knew she couldn't take anymore.

"I...giv..." She stammered, the absence of air in her lungs making it difficult to speak.

"What's that? Oh. Wait!," Lane loosened the hold around her neck, laughing as Camila shouted her submission. He smashed her face into the sand and got up. Lane flipped her over to her back with a hard kick to her sides, then jumped up and elbowed her in the center of the chest.

Camila sat up from the impact. She looked down to see a circular bruise in between her breasts. Her hands rubbed her chest as she coughed. Lane ripped off his briefs and threw them to one side. Camila moaned at the sight of his erection and grunted as Lane smashed a knee into her chin.

As she threw her head up, Lane chopped her hard in the chest. The impact left her spread eagle on the sand, her head cocked to one side. Lane grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, stomping her hard in the crotch before pulling Camila to her feet by her nipples.

Lane wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up in the air before dropping her crotch first on his knee with a brutal atomic drop. As Camila stood there cupping her snatch with her legs crossed, Lane floored her with a brutal clothesline. He smiled as he walked around her limp form, spread eagle and staring at the sky. Her chest rising and falling with each heave of breath.

By now, people had started coming to the beach and were expectedly shocked to see the two of them engaged in a brutal tussle. It turned Camila on knowing Lane was making her his bitch in front of the world.

She moaned as Lane pulled her up to her feet. He picked her up in his arms and squeezed Camila in a vicious bearhug. The people walking around saw Camila be squeezed in a bearhug throwing her head up and screaming in pain. She moaned as they watched Lane drop her to the sand like a ragdoll and then proceed to stomp a mudhole into her with hard stomps to her chest and stomach.

Pulling Camila to her feet by her nipples again, he punched her hard in the stomach and as she bent over from the impact, trapped her head between his thighs and lifted her up to his shoulders.

He power bombed her hard into the sand, causing the people around to wince.

"That had to hurt," said one girl to another before they watched Lane spread her legs and stomp her hard in the crotch. Their hands instinctively cupped their own in response.

"I bet that hurt more!," said the other girl.

They smiled as they watched Lane slump Camila over his shoulders and carry her over to the shoreline.
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Thanks by continúe,I have hope combat fem vs fem
2 muscle women combat for win right fight with Arnold
Or Arnold Is atacked by 2 AND Camila helph to Arnold
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Young Victoria Robbins watched quietly as Arnold Lane dominated the blonde girl in the ring. He threw her around like paper, brutally slamming her body on the mat and laying into her with hard stomps to her stomach and chest.

Camila's gym often hosted exhibition matches featuring various amateur wrestlers and Victoria was one of them, so was the blonde currently getting her ass kicked. Victoria had an appetite for competition and everything about Lane felt like an invitation to a challenge. As for Lane, he just used the exhibition matches as an excuse for a quick fix during long spells without a fight.

As he rolled the beaten blonde out of the ring with his foot, he heard his name called out and turned around.

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Everything about her screamed trouble but Lane just smiled. She was just the kind of girl he liked.

"Heard you kicked Camila's ass!," She screamed slowly sauntering towards the ring. Lane was impressed when he saw her jump up on the apron in one single motion.

"You heard right!," he said as he watched her step into the ring and stare at him intently.

"I can kick yours too but I have a feeling you are going to ask me about that anyway!"

Victoria smiled, he had a big mouth and the skills to back it up. Just the kind of man she was looking to fight.

"Curious that you still haven't learned that women are full of surprises …," Victoria took a step forward and kneed Lane hard in the balls. He fell to his knees grabbing on to his manhood and cursing the very ground Victoria walked on while screaming in Agony.

Victoria kneed him in the face, flattening his nose and bloodying his nostrils. Lane slumped to the mat and rolled around holding his nose.

"Tomorrow night," She said and turned away to the exit.

Burning rage engulfed his eyes as Lane watched her walk away. He was going to make her pay.

The next night

In retrospect, Victoria had begun having second thoughts about that knee to Lane's groin. She had spent the first five minutes of their fight on the concrete after being thrown out of the ring and now Lane had taken a particularly keen interest in her cooch.

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Lane's bony knee lifted between her legs again and Victoria screamed, her hand cupping her aching snatch. She had barely been in the ring long enough to even feel the new mat that Camila had been raving about. All Victoria had felt was the cold floor and Lane's knee in her crotch.

With a loud snap, Lane ripped off her shorts and kicked her hard in the crotch again.

Victoria fell to her knees, her hands cupping her aching privates. In retrospect, perhaps she shouldn't have challenged him at all. She somehow found enough strength to block a knee to her face and flipped Lane around by swirling his leg.

Lane screamed as she punched him in the balls. Victoria's fist buried deep between his legs again as Lane threw his head up in agony. He flipped around in anger and punched her hard in the face. Victoria fell to the floor rubbing her cheek, in disbelief at his strength.

She choked as Lane wrapped both his hands around her throat.

Victoria felt her body leave the ground, finding herself strung up in the air by her neck. Her eyes went wide in terror as she looked down and saw Lane's knee primed for an atomic drop.

Victoria immediately started flailing her legs at Lane's face and one of the kicks landed on his chin, freeing her from the hold. Not that it helped her.

She still fell crotch first on to his waiting knee, her bare bottom resting on top of his bony limb. Her arms went limp by her side from the impact, her chest heaving as she breathed hard. Then Lane punched her in the face again.

Victoria sat there dazed from the impact of the punch for a split second before her body tipped over from his knee. She fell to her face and in a heap.

Victoria winced as she felt the bruise on her cheek and grunted as Lane stomped her hard in the chest but she managed to block another attempted stomp and pushed Lane's foot away. As he stumbled back, Victoria nailed Lane with a hard punch to his ribs. He winced, his torso bending towards the area of impact. Victoria followed it up with hard punch to his balls, leaving Lane screaming in pain.

Victoria bounced his head off a nearby table and watched as Lane knelt over the edge from the impact. When she tried to knee him in the balls, Lane stopped her dead in her tracks with a mule kick to her crotch.

Her eyes went wide as a shot of pain was injected between Victoria's legs. Lane grabbed Victoria and slammed her forehead on the table.

Victoria's head bounced off the table, her hair flew back in an arc, freezing in the air momentarily before gravity took over. She winced as Lane flipped her around to her back and spread her legs. Victoria braced for what was to come.

Lane's fist detonated in her in the fork between her legs and Victoria threw her head up and screamed. He punched her in the crotch again and again, his offense brutal and primal. Victoria stood there with her fingers dug in deep at the tables edge, gripping it harder each time Lane punched.

Lane's focused attack on her privates had caught Victoria off guard and she knew he wasn't going to stop. Victoria had to keep finding a way to fight back or be destroyed like the blonde she saw in the ring. She bore the pain from another brutal blow to her crotch and punched Lane square in the jaw.

Lane stumbled back unsteady on his feet, his back smacking against the hard walls of the gym. He stood there wincing as he moved his jaw, checking to see if anything was broken. He shouldn't have bothered. Victoria's foot smashed into his chin, snapping his bald head to one side.

He caught her leg in mid-stride as Victoria attempted another kick at his face. Dragging her closer by pulling on her ankles, Lane smashed a knee into her crotch.

Yet another small pocket of offense for Victoria fizzled out with a blow between her legs. She crumpled to her knees, seemingly at the perfect position for Lane's knee to strike her hard in the chin. She fell to the floor, a small trickle of blood dripping down the side of her lips.

Lane growled like an animal in heat and rushed towards her. Victoria felt his scaly fingers rub against her skin, pulling her legs apart and spreading them as wide as he possibly could. Her eyes watered as Lane struck with a hard strike to her pussy, the tip of his size 10 boot crashing into her soft flesh.

She screamed her lungs out as Lane bent down and followed up with another blow. In agony, Victoria was somehow still clear headed enough to see one opportunity and clamped her legs shut around the side of Lane's head.

The sounds around the gym faded off and his world was nearly snatched up by the void at the sudden pressure Lane felt on his head. Her squeeze was strong but her powerful legs were already buckling, the constant crotch punishment at Lane's hands doing Victoria no favours.

Victoria squeezed the hardest she possibly could but it wasn't enough. Lane lifted her off the floor and flung her body into the wall. She collided sideways into the hard concrete before her face smashed into the floor. She had forced herself up to her knees when Lane attacked, predictably kicking her in the snatch from behind.

She slumped over, her cheek smacking the floor again. Lane stepped on both her hands, pinning her palms down under his boot. Victoria screamed, Lane punched her legs out from under her with hard punches and elbows to her pussy. Eventually, she lay face first on the floor, her legs spread behind her and her palms cupping her privates, hoping to soothe some of the pain.

As Lane raised his foot up to stomp her back, Victoria made her move. She flipped over to her back, catching his foot inches from chest and twisting his ankle. He fell with a scream of agony.

Both fighters now lay on the floor, exhausted and battered. Victoria was worse off than Lane, the pain in her crotch now sending stinging stabs of agony along the length of her body. She willed herself up to her knees, looking around to find Lane sitting up holding his ankle.

With a loud yell, she got up and ran towards him jumping up in the air and drop kicking him square in the chest. The back of Lane's head struck the floor with dizzying impact and he just lay there whimpering and groaning as soft breaths escaped his lips. It was about to get worse.

Victoria spread his legs wide and stomped. She stomped with carless abandon, crushing his erection under her foot, leaving him in cruel agony with each blow. If there was a silver linings to his predicament, it was the fact that Victoria's blows didn't seem to be hitting with full power, at least not compared to what he had gone through before.

He bore the pain of another blow and powered his legs out of her hands. Victoria's eyes closed from the impact of a brutal stomp to the centre of her chest. It pushed her back, allowing Lane to roll forward on his knees and deliver another telling fist to her pussy.

Victoria fell to her knees, cupping her now aching vagina. She looked down to see a small purple bruise on her crotch. When she looked up, Lane's fist hovered inches from her face. His knuckles crashed into her nose and Victoria threw her head up with a howl of pain. Blood ran down her nostrils when Lane grabbed her hair and dragged her towards the ring.

A blood-curling scream filled the empty gym as Victoria's chest heaved with exertion. Lane had crotched her on the cold steel of the security barrier. She sat on top of the railing, her legs spread on either side and her fingers holding on to the metal bar.

She closed her eyes and threw her head up, her mouth agape with agony as Lane grabbed her mutt by his fingers and squeezed. With an angry yell, Victoria placed her palm behind Lane's bald head and cracked his forehead on the cold steel.

A gash cut open on his forehead, Lane's face turned crimson as blood poured from his wound. He screamed as Victoria smashed his head into the steel again, this time holding it there pressing his wound against the steel, forcing his cut to widen. Lane pushed her away in desperation, sending her tumbling down to the floor in a heap.

Lane collapsed on the other side of the barrier, holding on to his forehead. The two fighters struggled to move, Lane's wound forcing him to see red and the pain between Victoria's legs keeping her pinned on the floor. They moved slowly after what seemed like ages, gingerly getting to their knees. The metal barrier in between divided the two opponents on either side, the railings metal bars casting its shadow on Victoria's face under the bright lights.

They got to their feet and rushed at each other, exchanging blows from either side of the barrier. When it came to strength, Victoria was no match for Lane and soon found herself draped over the railing from the impact of a brutal punch to her face.

Her body hung on the railing, her legs parted on one side while her head dangled on the other with her arms limp by her side.

Lane picked her up like a discarded courier package and spread her legs wide.

"N-N-NOOOO!," screamed Victoria stuck upside down in Lane's hands. Her feet kicked the air in protest, trying to free themselves from Lane's vice grip on her ankles. He ran forward and smashed her crotch into the steel ring post.

Victoria collapsed to the floor, her body bent in a foetal position. Her palms cupped her crotch, the pain in her pussy too much to bear. She lay there as Lane stomped her back and picked her up roughly by her hair.

He slammed her cheek to the side of his waist with a headlock, pouring on the pressure as his biceps curled around her head.

She blocked his attempt at lifting her by jamming her ankle into his and wrapped her arms around his waist and picked him up. Victoria gave him a tight squeeze and Lane let go of his headlock and then ran towards the ring post smashing Lane's back into the cold steel and collapsing to the floor.

Lane's body stayed suspended in the air for a split second before he dropped on his butt, his ass cheeks bouncing off the floor. He rolled on the floor, teary eyed and screaming not sure which was worse, the pain in his ass or in his spine.

Victoria wasn't doing that well either. Lane's destruction of her crotch had robbed much of her strength and the little spitfire lay squirming on the floor, her palms cupping her privates. She willed herself up, ignoring the burning pain and standing up, unsteady at first but regaining balance.

It hurt to walk but she ran towards Lane, her knee outstretched and aimed at his nose. The blow squished his skin into his bones, bloodying his nostrils. As for Victoria, she lay writhing on the floor. Even a simple flex of her thigh sent searing pain through her pussy but she got up again, standing upright and proud.

She looked at Lane's pathetic form laid out below the ring post, his legs spread and his arms limp beside him. His face was crimson, a pool of dried blood now accumulated on his chest. Fresh blood poured from his cut on the forehead, running down his cheeks and on to his shoulders.

He looked at her bottomless body as she stood, her crotch bare and bruised. Lane smiled and got up, slowly getting to his knees as Victoria began to run. Her knee crashed into his ribs flooring Lane to his back again. A hard stomp struck his chest before she peeled his briefs off.

Victoria picked up a chair from the audience row and folded it. She smashed it into his skull, bloodying his vision as the cut on his forehead widened. Victoria placed the chair between his legs, unfurling it slightly at the top. With a devious smile, she closed it shut like a mouse trap on his thick, hard cock.

Lane couldn't even scream, he just convulsed. His entire body shook, his arms and legs gyrating violently as unspeakable pain shot through his body. Lane drooled from the mouth, a strand of spit slowly forming a puddle next to his face and his eyes rolled up to the back of his head.

Victoria smiled and hooked his leg for a three count.

"1...2...Thr...OH FUUUCKKKKKK!," screamed Victoria. Before she could complete the three count, Lane's hands shot between her legs and squeezed. She rolled off him and lay writhing in agony on the floor.

Her eyes went wide in shock when she heard him laugh. Lane was on the floor, a bloody and beaten mess, the chair still stuck on his cock. But he laughed.

Filled with rage, Victoria jumped on him and punched him square in the jaw smiling as she saw a bruise form on his face. She removed the chair and kicked him hard in the balls.

Lane's neck stiffened, his thick veins bulging and about to burst. His teeth grinded against each other as his soul let out a blood curling scream.

Victoria threw his head up with a hard knee to his chin, some of his blood pasting on her limb as her blow opened up new wounds. He spat out blood from a blow to his chest as Victoria gave him a heart shaped bruise.

She stepped back admiring the view of the beaten man lying at her feet. His cheek rested on her foot, Lane's shallow breaths tingling the skin around her ankles. Victoria flipped him over with her foot and pinned him.

"1...2...," Victoria fell back in surprise as Lane's arm shot up. The abuse he had taken wasn't normal and still he kept coming back. She started to wonder if she had what it took to beat him.

She dragged him by his feet next to the steel steps. Victoria picked him up, smiling as he wobbled on his feet. She spread his legs standing behind him and picked him up in the air by his ass cheeks and then sent him groin first into the steel steps.

Lane's dick bent on impact, almost breaking from the contact with cold steel. Lane just sat there, convulsing once more. Every muscle in his body screamed from the pain but he began laughing.

His laughter bore into her skull as Victoria pushed him off the steps. Furious, she rolled him into the ring, dragging him by his dick across the mat towards the corner. She positioned him below the turnbuckles with his legs spread around the ring post and climbed up the ropes. Victoria jumped down and stomped his balls under her shoe as Lane screamed in pain, his eyes tearing up in agony.

She then jumped outside the ring and positioned herself at the centre of his dangling legs. She winced as she placed a foot on the ring post, the sudden movement tingling her crotch with pain. Victoria wrapped her hands around his ankles and smashed Lane's groin into the unforgiving steel.

Lane lay there writhing in agony, his hips rising and falling to the mat as his body convulsed. His limbs flailed at his sides. He let out a blood curling scream of agony and then looked down at his bruised and swollen balls, his eyes were wide in shock. As Victoria attempted to pull him again, he kicked her hard in the face. Her head snapped to one side from the impact.

She rubbed her chin and started grabbing at his ankles again, this time Lane kicked Victoria in the centre of her chest. She wobbled back and Lane quickly withdrew his legs around the post. He saw Victoria roll into the ring and willed himself up.

As he got to his knees, Victoria punched him hard in the cheek and followed up with a blow to his jaw. Lane sat there dazed and Victoria ran back into the ropes. She sprung forward jumping up for a dropkick.

Lane lunged forward and picked her out of the air. He wrapped his arms around her waist and got up. He slammed her crotch into his knee with a vicious atomic drop.

For a few moments, Victoria just stood there, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, her hands nestled between her legs. Lane hit her with a vicious clothesline that nearly took her head off.

Victoria felt her feet leave the mat and her vision rotated in arc as her body spun in the air. She crashed face first into the mat, a mess with her legs spread and arms limp by her side.

Victoria lay with her cheek planted to the mat, her soft breaths swirling the hair around her face. Her eyes struggled to stay open and she saw Lane jump out of the ring through a haze. He threw a chair in the ring and climbed up, walking towards her with a devious grin on his face.

Lane flipped Victoria to her back with a harsh kick to her sides. He placed a foot on her throat and folded the chair in his hands. He smashed the chair's top rail into her aching crotch.

As Victoria tried to scream, Lane squeezed her throat with his foot, stifling her voice and the scream exploded in her chest instead. Lane struck her again as Victoria's chest nearly burst with another scream. He struck once more and threw the chair away.

He gingerly got down to his knees and hooked her leg.

"1...," He said, his voice exhausted. Each muscle in his body ached with pain.

"2...," Still no response from Victoria. It looked like Lane had the fight won.

"Thr..." Lane fell to his ass in shock as Victoria's leg broke free from his arm. She was still not out. Victoria's consciousness hung by thread, the pain between her legs unbearable.

After the initial shock wore away, Lane composed himself and got up. Each step he took hurt his groin. He bore the pain and dragged Victoria's limp body towards the ring post.

She screamed as Lane smashed her pussy into the cold, circular steel post.

Lane placed a foot on the ring post and did it again. Tears ran down Victoria's face when Lane let go of her legs, she scampered away as fast as she could towards the centre of the ring. Lane rolled in to the square and saw Victoria on her knees, using the ropes to get up.

She got to her feet slowly, her arms still resting on the top rope when she saw Lane. They had put each other through hell and yet they somehow still stood. They smiled before their war cries engulfed the gym. They ran toward each other throwing wild kicks and punches.

A punch landed on Lane's nose, bloodying it even more. He kneed her hard in the crotch and Victoria gave back just as good with a knee of her own. They stood in the centre of the ring exchanging hard shots between their legs.

Soon, they were both exhausted and in a world of pain. Their strikes had slowed down in intensity and speed. A heavy punch landed on Victoria's crotch and she responded in kind with a knee to Lane's groin. They couldn't go on like this forever, something had to give.

Their knees began to buckle. Lane and Victoria's eyes were locked at each other, their limbs still exchanging strikes to their groin until it finally happened.

Victoria fell to her knees filling the gym with a chilling, blood-curling scream that sent shivers down Lane's spine. Her arms went limp by her side and her head drooped forward, her body beginning to tip over and fall. Lane stopped her descent by grabbing her hair. He steadied Victoria on her knees and pulled her head towards him.

"1...," he said as he tapped the tip of bruised cock on her face.

"2...," His taps now grew in intensity, each tap causing Victoria to wince.

"3"

It was over. Lane shoved his cock deep into her mouth. She gagged and choked as Lane pushed it deeper down her throat. Lane's ass cheeks flexed as threw his head up and moaned. Victoria felt his cock sputter in her mouth, releasing his load down her throat. Lane saw her mouth widen as she swallowed every last drop.

Lane pulled out of her mouth and Victoria drooled, long strands of spit dripped from her lips making its way to her top. She moaned loudly at the sensation of being beaten and taken by Lane.

Victoria bent down and kissed his toe, her lips slowly working its way up Lane's body before their tongues finally embraced.

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The camera lens focused on Victoria Robbins' lovely posterior. She was bent over the couch, her head dangling over the edge and her arms limp by her side. Victoria's body moved without her consent, shaking from the impact of the primal thrusting Lane was giving her.

He stood on the couch, the shape of his legs perfectly nestling her hips as he took her hard in the other hole, giving the camera a full view of her bare and bruised vagina. It had only been a few hours after the fight but Victoria had no respite. Lane's swollen and blue balls hurt him every time he thrust but he ignored the pain, Victoria just felt too good.

Her guttural moans echoed through Lane's living room as he took her ass from behind, pulling out just before he reached his apex and slamming a hard knee into the side of Victoria's ribs.

Victoria flipped around and sat on the couch with a loud thump, dazed by the hard blow. Lane then kneed her in the chin.

The blow sent her slumping down the couch till her bare bottom smacked on the floor with a dull thud. Her head now rested at the feet of the couch and Victoria looked up to see a fist inches from her nose. It bloodied her nostrils, slamming the back of her head on the couch's base.

With a loud grunt, Lane dragged Victoria to her feet by pulling roughly at her hair. Lane picked her with a smile, his hands purposefully slow as they ran down her body and his forearm cradled her crotch. His palm rested on the small of her back and Lane pressed her chest into hers, draping his other arm over her shoulder and picking her up for scoop slam.

He slammed her hard into the ground and Victoria sat up from the impact. She yelled as Lane plonked down to his butt and wrapped his thighs around her waist. He nestled her throat between his biceps, locking in a rear naked choke/bodyscissor combo that had Victoria struggling to breathe.

She tapped at Lane's forearms furiously and he let go, smiling as he got up and allowed her to get to her feet. Victoria got up with a loud whoosh, plunging the air from her lungs as her lips expanded to suck in a fresh batch.

They bounced around on their feet, their bodies swaying side to side as they cautiously bent down, giving each other a small fist bump. Victoria's body crashed into Lane's, their fingers locked into one another in a test of strength.

Victoria struggled as Lane began pushing her down. Her body slumped to one knee first and then the other. Her arms fell limp and her head whipped to one side as Lane punched her in the cheek. Her eyes went wide and she choked as Lane wrapped his hands around Victoria's throat.

He picked her up in one uninterrupted motion, violently yanking Victoria off her knees as she let out an excited gasp. She wasn't excited for long.

Lane dropped her to his knee with a ferocious atomic drop, her bruised crotch smashing into his bone. She jumped up from the impact before she fell to the floor crying in pain. Her cheek rested on the carpeted floor, her eyes closed as she breathed hard. Her palms nestled the region between her legs which were spread wide.

Victoria's eyes went wide in shock and her mouth emitted a guttural growl. Lane pressed his foot deep into the center of her back and she gasped again. She shook her head and quickly tapped on the mat as his foot hovered inches from another squeeze. Lane laughed and stepped away.

Victoria flipped around to her back. Her arms went bent at her elbows and her legs at the knees as she stared into the ceiling with a nervous smile. She took a huge gulp of air and got to her feet. Lane watched as the sweat glistened on her nude body, it gave his boner a few centimeters more.

Victoria clapped her hands, speaking to herself and saying "You got this!" before she hopped a few times on her feet. She bent down, keeping her hands on her knees and Lane did the same.

As they got closer, their hands slowly lifted, hovering in the air before their palms smacked into each others shoulders. They stood there, creating a silhouette against the light, Victoria's smaller form entwined with Lane's huge frame.

She screamed and let go when Lane squeezed her shoulders. Another squeeze reduced her to one knee and with one more, she went down on to the next. Lane grabbed her hair and stuck her head between his thighs. As he squeezed, he elbowed her hard in the crotch and Victoria immediately tapped her submission.

With a loud laugh, Lane let go and walked away. Victoria rested on her knees and elbows, her eyes staring at the ground as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth.

She laughed as Lane mockingly hit her in the sides with light kicks and pushes telling her to get up.

She pushed his leg away and got up.

Victoria stood with her hands on her hips, breathing hard. She looked down at the floor and smiled, her chest heaving as she gulped down one more breath. Then she knelt over and placed her hands on her knees, staring Lane in the eyes.

They moved slowly, their hands beginning to hover once again and almost locked when Victoria pulled away and stood up.

"You know what? Fuck this!," She said and began walking towards the couch.

Lane stood there confused, watching Victoria walk over to the couch. She got on her knees and bent over the edge, letting her head and arms dangle limp in the air. She looked at Lane with a nervous smile. He hadn't moved.

He stood there just as confused as when she walked away, scratching his head and trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Well, don't just stand there!," screamed Victoria.

"Come here and fuck me in the ass!"


Some time later, they engaged in a fist fight at the gym. Victoria winced as Lane punched her in the side of her waist.

She blocked a punch at her face and ducked down another one aimed at her head. Victoria caught Lane with an uppercut to the chin as she came up and followed it up with a knee to his ribs.

Lane's body smacked against the wall sideways but he quickly flipped around caught Victoria's foot inches from his chest. Her head snapped to one side from a brutal punch to her cheek.

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Lane grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall. He punched her hard in the stomach, smiling as Victoria knelt over and coughed from the impact. He smashed her chin with a huge uppercut that slammed her back upright against the wall.

The sound of her clothes being torn from her skin echoed through the gym, so did her scream when Lane chopped Victoria hard in her bare breasts. He began punching her hard in the stomach, Lane's hands alternating between her sides and her core, testing her abs as Victoria fought to keep her muscles from caving in.

His blows seamlessly moved to her chest, alternating between her breasts as they bruised them purple. Victoria just stood there being used like a punching bag, occasionally wincing but mostly screaming loud enough to fill the room.

Lane's hands transitioned again, making their way down to her stomach once more before a final deep punch into her gut bent Victoria over with a loud squeal. Lane kneed her in the crotch and walked away.

Victoria fell to her face, slowly getting up using her elbows as she breathed hard. She struggled to her knees, her body still bent over at the waist. She got up and looked down at her stomach. Fist shaped bruises lined her skin from six-pack to her bare chest.

She saw Lane walking around, jumping on his feet and shadow boxing as he waited for Victoria to get back into the fight.

"Hurry up will you?," said Lane annoyed, pretending to punch an imaginary opponent with an uppercut.

"Can you give me a sec?," Victoria sounded equally as annoyed.

"It's not like you got punched in the tits!"

She gathered herself and they circled again, their fists raised in the air. Victoria lunged forward with a fist aimed at his nose. Lane bent his neck back allowing the blow to sail over his head. Victoria tried to capitalize with a hook to the left side of his face.

Lane bent down again, ducking under the punch and swaying his torso to his right, nailing her with a brutal fist to her ribs. Victoria winced and bought her arm around for a punch to his right, Lane simply repeated the same maneuver and caught her in the ribs again.

Victoria stumbled from the blow, her feet unsteady before she balanced herself in the nick of time. She covered up and Lane's thunderous fists landed on her forearms and shoulders bruising her skin with their intensity.

Victoria tried her best to keep her face covered, keeping her hands close to her chest and her forearms crossed over her face. She let her stomach take most of the blows, wincing as brutal fists landed in her gut.

Changing his tactics, Lane bent down and stepped forward. He laughed as Victoria's eyes grew wide in terror, looking at him as he peeked below her guard. She tried to cover up but it was already too late.

Lane's fist brushed against one of her nipples as it crashed into her chin. It knocked her back into the wall. Victoria stood there staring at the ceiling and breathing hard as Lane selected his targets with a smile.

She felt each fist that crashed into her chests, Lane's alternating blows smacking her breasts. She felt the brutal, deep fist that invaded her stomach bending her torso over. She knew it was over, there was just one punch left and it was heading towards her now.

The blow crashed into her chin sending her flying back into the wall. She fell to her ass with a dull thud and lay there, her back resting against the wall.

Victoria saw Lane's hand hover in front of her face, extended and with his palm open.

He helped Victoria to her feet, only to sweep her off it and kiss her.
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All the women he had ever fought sat around in a circle around the square wrestling mat. He watched Valerie's magnificent body glimmering under the house lights. She gave him a wink and a kiss that Lane gladly collected and locked up in his chest. Camila's nude form rested on her knees, unsteady and sliding over the mat as she struggled to maintain balance.

Babyface poured more oil on herself, watching the other women to wonder if she did it right, only to shrug and go through with it anyway. Victoria slithered her body against Tara, who in turn lubricated Sierra's breasts as they moaned softly. The sight of the women, all oiled and bare, made him go weak in his knees. Arnold Lane was in heaven.

The Lone warrior stepped on to the wrestling mat being eyed closely by his adversaries. Sierra sauntered on her knees, inching her way across the mat. Her pace was agonisingly slow as Lane watched her slither like a snake towards him.

From the corner of his eyes, he noticed Babyface who growled like a predator searching for its prey. He flipped around when he heard a sound behind him, to find Valerie closing in with a confident march. Tara had nearly reached his knee from one of the sides, while Victoria stalked like a panther from the other. Camila locked her eyes into his, walking in a straight line. Her face hovered inches from his when she kissed him.

It was time to go to war.

Tara and Victoria latched on to his thighs, their fingernails burying deep into his skin as he threw his head up and moaned. Their lips pecked his muscles, kissing him along the length of his leg. He hadn't seen that one coming.

Valerie struck from behind, her palms started at his waist, rubbing the oil all the way to the front. Her fingers softly scratching his skin and her teeth slowly biting into his neck. Camila worked his front, softly planting her lips along the length of his torso before she got on her knees and took off his briefs while Sierra went right for his butt, playfully biting his ass cheeks and playing with the sack between his legs.

Babyface? She just punched him on the cheek.

Lane went down in a heap holding on to his chin as everyone turned around at looked at Babyface. She stood there with a large grin on her face, softly pounding her knuckle into her hand.

"What?," She said shrugging as everyone stared at her in stunned disbelief.

A loud roar of giggles echoed through the gym as all the girls jumped on top of Lane. He covered up with a whimper. For a while, the mat was a mess of oiled bodies all slithering on top of each other, battling for dominance.

Loud moans and whimpers echoed through the gym, the girls finally had their man right where they wanted him. Soon, Lane found himself being held down by his limbs. Tara and Victoria continued their assault on his legs, their hands massaging his thighs as they took turns in giving him large strokes.

Their fingers teased his erection, slowly dancing around the tip. What a cheap shot!

Camila uncoiled and sprang up in the air, landing on top of Lane. She smashed her chest into his as he winced. She attacked with soft pecks on his chest, rubbing her fingers up and down his torso. Valerie held his arms above his head from behind him, her foot nestled on top of his shoulders.

Babyface? She sat down on his face, slowly guiding his tongue between her legs. She began grinding as Valerie gave her a kiss and then went back to holding Lane's arms out again. Our hero was in trouble.

Not one to be left out, Sierra joined the fray in style. She slithered between his legs, attacking his balls with passion, her mouth engulfing his sack deep.

Lane squirmed on the mat caught in a torrent of vicious strikes to all parts of his body. He controlled himself, prolonging his apex and then pushed his tongue deeper between Babyface's legs.

All the girls stopped and stared in amazement as Babyface's hips bounced on top of Lane's face. His chin smacked into her crotch, his tongue attacking with furious intensity drawing her closer to an intense release.

Babyface was a hot, squirming mess. She screamed into the ceiling, her hands cradling her breasts as she felt her hips move to beat of Lane's tongue. Just as she inched close, Lane pulled out and headbutted her hard in the crotch.

She rolled away on the mat with a wide "oooooh" and lay shaking and convulsing, her body embracing an intense orgasm. Camila stared wide-eyed as Lane sat up, licking Babyface's juices off his lips. He attacked with an intense kiss.

Camila struggled against his blow, her head shaking with the pressure as the veins in her forehead bulged. Lane's tongue found new refuge in her mouth,
as he plunged it deep down her throat. She went wide eyed with shock as Lane slammed Tara's lips into her butt cheek by locking his ankle around the back of Tara's head. He did the same with Victoria and Camila winced as another lip kissed her butt.

Somehow still having more agility, he stunned the women with his flexibility. He used his soles to squish Sierra's cheeks before he plunged all three of their heads deep between Camila's butt cheeks.

Lane heard Valerie move behind him and smiled. He waited till the last second before he grabbed her hair and slammed her forehead into his shoulder. Valerie went down in a heap and Lane now focused his attention on Camila.

He released her mouth from his tongue and wrapped his arm softly around her throat. She moaned as Lane squeezed her throat softly and a set of eager women ate her out from behind. Lane grabbed Valerie's hair and dragged her towards him across the mat, her wet body sliding over it. As she got close, Lane jammed two fingers into her crotch and went to town.

Soon, he had the five girls moaning and slithering all over the mat.

Babyface slowly got to her knees, watching in stunned silence as Lane dominated the women on the mat. She had to do something.

Lane winced as Babyface attacked from behind, her lips leaving a trail of kisses along the length of his back. He gritted his teeth and threw his head up, ignoring the impact of her strikes. There was nothing he could do anyway.

He pressed with his feet, pushing Tara, Victoria and Sierra deeper between Camila's legs. Lane increased his pressure on her throat and Camila gasped. She let out large moans of ecstasy, the two pronged attack on her body defeating her will. Soon she collapsed, her cheek hitting Lane's chest as she orgasmed.

As Camila convulsed on top of him, he stuck his toe into newly freed Victoria's mouth. She gagged, lathering his toe with spit as he fucked her mouth with it. He grabbed Tara by the hair and impaled her throat on his thick cock with a deep plunge. He wasn't out of trouble yet.

Babyface kept her blows uniform on his back, each peck of her lips at the same intensity as the last. She watched Lane's muscle flex from the tension and moaned softly moving her tongue up and down his back.

A newly free Sierra busied herself with Lane's leg. She wrapped around it like a vine on a tree and began grinding.

Unable to contain himself, Lane unloaded deep into Tara's mouth. She gagged as tears ran down her face, Lane's intense orgasm culminating deep down her throat. His cum poured down the side of her lips, his erection plunged deep down to his balls.

Lane's body ached from pleasure as he came again and with a final few thrusts finally let go of Tara. She sat on her knees, staring down in disbelief at Lane's juices mixing with oil and spreading down her body. Then with a sudden impulse, her eyes shot to the back of her head.

She collapsed as an intense orgasm hit her, squirming on the mat as her limbs twitched. He plunged his fingers deeper into Valerie and she sat up from the impact, her mouth wide open in shock. She felt his fingers plunge deeper and faster, picking up the pace and establishing a new rhythm for her hips to sync with. Her hips sputtered as they bounced hard on the mat.

"YES! YES! YES!," She screamed and then collapsed under an insurmountable release.

His immediate surroundings now clear, Lane now focused his attention on Babyface. The sounds of Victoria gagging on his foot reached his ear when he grabbed Babyface behind him. Lane pulled her hair and gave it a small tug smiling as he watched Babyface flip over and fall to her back.

He pushed Camila's still electric body off his chest. Camila rolled on to the mat twitching when Lane removed his foot from Victoria's mouth. Victoria went wide-eyed as Lane squeezed her crotch and pulled her towards him. As she came close, Lane stuck his tongue on her chest, his lips cradling one of her nipples.

Lane alternated his strikes as he lathered her breasts with spit. Victoria sat there and moaned, her hands instinctively reaching between her legs, softly slapping and massaging her clit. Victoria tried to control herself but it was not to be and soon, she fell too.

Another victim added to his list, Lane slowly got up while Sierra still clung to his leg. He yanked her violently as she exclaimed in shock at being pulled from her safe refuge. Lane held her upside down with Sierra's head dangling between his legs before he entered her mouth.

Lane thrust hard, fighting with everything he had. He put his tongue between Sierra's legs. Sierra's stifled moans filled the gym as Lane attacked viciously between her legs, pounding her with his tongue while he thrust in her mouth.

Lane felt Sierra's legs twitch and smiled. He let her go and watched as she slumped to the mat. Lane had done it. He stood victorious over the twitching bodies of six women, smiling as he collapsed back onto the wall, spent and exhausted. Then his eyes went wide in terror at what he saw.

The women slowly got up, moving towards him at a glacial pace. They slithered and sauntered, prolonging his agony as he realised what was about to happen. With a loud scream, he ran out of the gym and the girls followed him.
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