A Beating 1
by Purat Noe

She was a knockout.  A slim black dress with thin straps over her bare
shoulders clung tightly to her body.  Her long brown hair flowed just past
her shoulders, stopping halfway down her bare back.  I couldn't keep my
eyes off of her breasts, the cleavage her dress made was amazing!  She had
her legs crossed, and you could see her right leg from the slit in her
dress.  Her long legs went down into her black heels.

Right then and there, I knew I was meant to fuck her tonight.  My name's
Jack.  In life there are a few things that can be taken as fact.  Gravity
is one.  Rosanne Arnold being fat is another.  The one that's most
important to this situation is, whenever it comes to the ladies, they
always give me what I want.  And this lady is going to put out for me
whether she wants to or not.

This one's name is Kimberly, Kim for short.  First there's always the
pleasantries.  The foreplay.  We met up for dinner and I pretended to pay
attention to what she had to say.  For about an hour we ate, and I
alternated between staring at her breasts and her legs.

I drove her home to her apartment.  It was a quiet ride, and it only took
me fifteen minutes to get her back to her house.  I walked her up to her
front door.  She opened the door quickly, stood in the doorway and turned
around.

She said, "Well, Jack.  I had a good time with you.  Maybe we can do it
again sometime."

She leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.  I wasn't going to have it.  I
pressed my lips against hers and squeezed her right breast tightly.  She
gasped and pulled away.

I told her, "You can save that for after we fuck."

She just shook her head and said, "You don't want to do this, Jack."

I pushed her firmly.  She fell back onto her couch.  I closed the door
behind me and locked it.  I walked over to her, taking off my jacket.  I
let it drop on the floor.  Standing in front of her, I said, "Sure I do."

She shook her head again, but this time smiled.  "No, you don't."

And then she moved.  She swung her right fist, smacking into my balls!  All
the air I had left expelled from my lungs, and I staggered back.  She stood
up, braced her left hand on my shoulder and punched my balls a second time,
a third time!

She pushed me against the door and pinned my arms against it with both of
her hands.  I was still surprised by her attack.  I couldn't get my mind
off of the pain in my balls and just stared at her as she grinned and shook
her head.

She said, "I warned you.  I did.  Oh well.  I win either way."

With that she slammed her right knee into my balls.  I felt my body sag
down to the floor.  All I wanted to do was crumple to the ground, but she
held me against the door.  She slammed her right knee into my balls again,
harder this time.

She let me go and I fell onto my hands and knees.  She stood back and
pulled up her dress.  Dazed, I turned and looked up and her.  She was
holding the bottom of her dress just above her waist.  I could see her
amazing legs all the way up to her silk, violet panties.

And then she brought her leg back and kicked me in the face.  I collapsed
on the floor, and everything went black.

I woke up fifteen minutes later.  I was lying on my back, staring at the
ceiling.  I was feeling groggy, but clear enough to realize she had taken
off my all my clothes.  I was lying naked on the floor.  My balls felt as
though they had been lit on fire.  But for now I closed my eyes, pretended
I still was out cold.  Maybe then I could get my strength back.  I could
hear her walking nearby.

I also could hear her talking.  I was pretty sure she was talking on the
phone.  I waited for a couple more minutes, and she stopped talking.  I
heard her walking up to me, and then I felt her bare knees against me side.

She said, "Well, did someone fall asleep?"

I felt her curl her fingers curl around my balls.  They felt smooth as
silk.   She rubbed my balls slowly, and I could feel my cock growing
steadily harder.  And that's when I made my move.

I sprung with my left and grabbed for her elbow.  And then I felt a flash
of pain as she crushed my balls in her hand.  My back arched, and she let
go.  I laid on the floor, waiting for the pain to go away.

She said, "Get up, Jack."

I opened my eyes and staggered to me feet.  I looked over at her.  She was
standing by the door, and I was on the other side of the room.  She must
have moved me while I was out.

She had taken off all of her clothes.  Her breasts were absolutely perfect,
and I glanced quickly to see her shaved pussy.  But now I was angry.  She
caught me by surprise once, but not now.  I wasn't going to lose to any
woman.

I walked forward, clenching my fists.  I drew back my right arm and through
a punch.  She ducked under it and charged at me.  I tried to stop her when
she slipped her foot behind my ankle and I fell to the floor.

My head cleared and I looked up at her.  She was holding her right leg,
curled up against her chest.  And then she brought her foot down, striking
my cock and balls.  I yelped out in pain as she pressed her foot down on my
balls.  And then she stopped, and walked away.

She said, "Get up, Jack."

I staggered to my feet.  I tried to clear my head and forget about the pain
in my nuts, but it was just too much.  I looked over at her.  She was
smiling, her arms under her breasts, lifting them up.

I walked forward, this time with the plan to grab her.  If I could pin her
down, then I'd be able to beat her.  And then I could make her help me find
out if my balls still worked.

I reached forward and grabbed her shoulders.  She didn't move to stop me.
Instead she just smiled and said, "Jack.  You missed something."

I looked down to see what she was talking about.  She had her left knee
resting against my left thigh, just underneath my balls.  I looked up and
then collapsed to the floor, brought down by her knee.

And then she straddled my chest and punched me hard in the face, again and
again until I bled from my mouth and nose.  And then she stood up.
Everything seemed to be happening slowly, and then suddenly I felt her foot
sharply kick my balls and everything went black again.

I woke up a couple hours later.  I was sitting in a chair, my arms and legs
bound and tied to it.  I was in a basement.  I opened my eyes and looked
up.

She was standing there, in front of me now.  She was wearing her heels
again, along with a black thong, and nothing else.

She smiled and said, "Welcome back, Jack."

I looked up at her and she looked amazing.  I could feel my cock getting
hard.  I couldn't stop it.  She looked over at my hard cock and laughed.  I
knew, right then and there, things wouldn't be the same anymore.