Kim Conquers: Ron Strikes Back and Out
 By Tequila Fan
 

Note: Sad but true. This story occurs 2 months after Cindy and Kim
dominate Ron in Kim Conquers. It is roughly one month before Kim beats
Rick in Kim Conquers Office Rapist. In this story, I strike back against
Kim and her dominance. I also meet Cindy's husband, Mitch, and learn
another lesson in humiliation.
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In the weeks after Cindy and Kim had beaten and raped me, things returned
to normal. I was working at my job with my buddies, Alex and John. I had
a normal workday. At home, I had a list of chores that needed to be
completed. On payday, I had to immediately go home and sign the check
over to Kim.
 
Kim pretty much worked and left me alone. She would do little things to
remind me of our status. I would have to help her select her high heels
for the day. She would playfully comment on how the sandal would make her
foot look sexy or how the heel made her ass stick out. Her favorite was
when she would wear the red sandals. She would remind me how the open
toed shoes broke my nose or how it felt on her feet feeling my chin
gashed open.
 
But day after day, I couldn't shake the image in my head of her fucking
me with the dildo. Or watching her and Cindy make love on our bed every
Friday when they came back from the clubs. I was still sick and
embarrassed about how I had to eat her out and taste other men. I had to
strike back.
 
Kim encouraged me to go to the gym. While Cindy and Kim practiced their
martial arts, as well as giving other men woodies, I lifted and lifted. I
began losing weight. I felt like I did when I played college ball. I knew
that Kim was quick and smart, but I still had strength and height. I had
to use them to my advantage. I also knew that I had to finish her off. No
black eyes like before. I needed to beat Kim so severely that the tables
would turn back in my favor. Who knew? If I beat Kim, I just may be able
to kick Cindy's ass and fuck her as payback for torturing me.
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I decided that I was going to take her down Friday before she went out
with Cindy.
In my mind, Kim beat me twice for two reasons. The first time was
surprise. She sucker puched me with her knee. Didn't see it coming. The
second time, I underestimated her quickness in bracing herself after my
first punch. I also knew that Kim's specialty was using her high heels
like a ninja uses a sword. She liked to go for the balls. Therefore, I
decided to buy a cup to protect my balls. Eventhough the doctor declared
me to be sterile after she crushed me with her wedge heels, it was still
a painful and vulnerable appendage. I researched and found the most
durable, hard plastic cup on the market and bought it. But ultimately, I
had to strike when she least expected it.
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On Friday, I returned from work first. I began doing the house cleaning
and other tasks. Kim came home an hour later. She declared that she was
going to meet Cindy at the club. She taunted me about some hot guys that
were going to be there. She also showed me a new pair of Manolo's that
she bought during lunch with my entire paycheck from last week. She told
me she would look hot in them while she was fucking some club stud. After
I orally pleasured her, she jumped in the shower.
 
While she was showering, I jumped into action. I grabbed the cup that I
purchased and shoved it in my jeans. I waited.
 
When she emerged from the shower, I was waiting by the door. I jumped her
from the side. She was wearing only a towel. As I tackled her, the towel
came flying off. She screamed. I quickly got the upper hand. I landed a
right jab to her face, drawing a little blood. I then grabbed her tits as
hard a I could. She yealped in pain. I straddled her chest. She kept
trying to free her arms. It was hard to punch her. She was still wet from
the shower and very slippery. I managed to connect on three more light
punches to her chest. But I needed a knockout. She stared wide eyed as I
cocked my first. One blow to the face with her head laying on the floor
would be all it would take. I brought my fist down with full force.
Eventhough she was pinned, she used her weight to throw me off balance.
My first came crashing straight down into the floor as she moved her head
at the last second. I could feel my knuckles crack and blood smear.
 
Kim then kicked her right leg out and back towards the back of my head.
It wasn't much of a kick, but enough to throw me over and onto my back. I
was laying on my back. Kim flipped her naked body over onto her stomach.
She wrapped her left arm around my throat. She simulatanously brought her
right elbow straight into my eye.
 
If I didn't act, the fight would be over. I grabbed her left arm and
wrenched it from my neck. I spun out of the grip and jumped to my feet.
Kim sprung up as well. We were facing each other in the narrow hallway
outside of the bathroom.
 
Kim snarled, "I knew this would happen. Some men just can't take a
beating. Cindy warned me. She said I would have to finish you like she
did with Mitch."
 
My eye was swelling quickly, "Fuck you. I am sick of you fucking other
men, as well as Cindy."
 
Kim smiled, "I just realized I am naked. Look at my pussy, Ron. Your
small cock hasn't seen this pussy since the night my soft feet broke your
nose."
 
She did look good. And I was going to fuck her after I finished her off.
 
Kim then flew into action. She did a spinning roundhouse kick. It barely
missed my face. I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. I had her
in a bear hug. My arms pinned her arms at her side. I aqueezed with all
my force. She struggled. After a minute, she started to go limp. As I was
trting to reposition to put her in a better choke hold, she freed her
right leg. She slammed her heel into my right foot. She broke my big toe
instantly. I loosened my grip. He left elbow snapped back breaking my
nose. She instantly spun out. Because we were in a narrow hallway she
braced herself against the opposite wall and shot a snap kick into my
balls. She had a quizical look on her face when her bare feet hit the
plastic. It hurt, but not bad. I lunged. She moved at the last second. As
I passed, she pushed my face straight into the wall. I was out.
 
As I was trying to stand, Kim walked out of the bedroom still naked, but
wearing her new Manolos. She shoved the shoes into my face. "Lick, she
commanded." I just laid there. She stepped to the side and began jamming
the three inch heel into my ribcage. It felt like a jolt of electricity
each time she rammed the heel of the small sandal between my ribs. I
could hear cratiledge tearing and bone breaking. After a few more jabs,
she began twisting the heel. She was pissed. I then heard a loud crack.
She actually broke the heel of her shoe forcing it into my ribcage. The
pain was was intense. I was gasping for breath. I was secretly hoping for
a snap kick to the face to make me pass out.
 
Kim yelled, "You motherfucker, you made me break my new shoes!"
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Once again, I was defeated, Kim was apoplectic. "I warned you. I told you
nicely what would happen if you tried to turn the tables. You are beaten
now. But it is not over. If you live, you will regret what you tried here
tonight." She left the room. She soon returned. Except now she was
wearing her six inch platform shoes that exotic dancers wear. She kicked
me in the side with the toe of the shoe until I turned over.
 
She then bent down and got into my face. "A cup? Your dumbass thought if
you wore a jock that it would counteract the months of training that I
have been doing? Look at yourself. Your nose is broken. Your right eye is
swollen shut. And I broke my heel off in your ribcage. And you thought
wearing a cup was going to help you?"
 
From the corner of my eye, I saw a black flash. The tip of the platform's
heel made a direct impact with the cup. It shaterred. I could feel pieces
of plastic lodge in my skin and balls. A sickening wave rolled up my body
and I began vomiting incontrollably. Kim snorted, "You will clean that
mess up."
 
As I lay there in a haze, I could here her on the phone with Cindy. "You
warned me this would happen. Yes, I told him that there would be
consequences. You won't believe what he tried....... Yeah, a cup...... I
just shattered it with those exotic heels you bought me the other day. He
will be picking plastic out of his nuts for weeks. Bring over Mitch"
Kim returned to me and sneered. "Cindy is bringing Mitch over. You are
going to find out what girlpower really looks like."
 
Kim drug me from the hallway to the living room. She forced me to take
some pain meds and drink Red Bull so I wouldn't pass out on her. She told
me she had a show planned.
After twenty minutes, the door bell rang. Cindy walked in. She was as
stunning as ever. She was wearing a tight blouse, jeans, and red boots
with a sharp four inch heel. I was sort of sitting on the couch. She
looked at me, "Didn't you figure it out a couple of months ago when your
petite girlfriend stuck that garden hose of a cock up your ass? Men are
idiots."
 
I looked behind Cindy to where her husband, Mitch, was standing. He was
huge. He stood at least 4 inches taller than Cindy - who was six feet
tall. He weighed at least 230 pounds - pure lean muscle. I could tell he
was ripped. His arms bulged. But he had a blank stare. Cindy noticed me
looking and explained, "That is my husband, Mitch. He used to be an
asshole like you. But I put him in his place. I have done things to him
that make what Kim did to you seem like fun." Without even looking, she
executed a quick snap behind her. The heel of her boot made solid contact
with Mitch's groin. He grunted and fell to the floor.
Cindy never took her eyes off me. She began to explain, "Ron, I know that
you think what Kim and I did to you a couple of months ago was the worst
that could be done to a man - an asshole of a man. But you are wrong.
Mitch is my husband. But he is also my greatest triumph. He is a man in
every single way, except that he is completely dominated by me. And when
I mean dominated, he is not one of those little freaks that like it when
women push them around. No, he is the kind of man who hates women deep
down. He spent years pushing women around and dominating them. He thought
that men are superior. But he has been broken and crushed under the
stilletto of a smarter, faster woman."
 
"When I met Mitch, I was begining my training. I was raped in college and
I was sick of being afraid of men. I was being trained by a woman who had
a similar experience. She told me that the pain would always be with me
until I struck back. She explained that it was not enough to get revenge
on the scumbag who raped me (which I did), but I needed to find a man and
break his spirits. A man who was not a natural submissive. One that would
fight back and challenge me. One that would force me to use my superior
intelligence and instincts to break and crush his will."
 
I looked down at Mitch, who was begining to get up off the floor. He
looked like he was in some pain. But he didn't dare say a word to anger
Cindy.
 
"You see, Ron, I picked Mitch for a reason. He was the biggest and best
bodybuilder at the gym. I knew that he had been with many women. I also
know that he had a reputation for beating and hurting women, as well. So
I gathered intelligence. I followed him. I read his e-mails. I spent time
listening to his conversations. He used to brag about forcing women to
'take it in the ass' and other perversions. I watched him have two dates
in one night. I even saw him hit women on more than one occassion. But
because he was strong and rich no none did anything to stop him."
 
I started feeling a sharp intense pain in my side. Kim walked into the
room holding the Manolo that she was wearing when she broke the heel off
in my ribcage. Kim looked at Cindy, "Manolo's are sexy, but not much use
in a fight."
 
Cindy continued, "After a month of watching, I set the trap. I started
talking to him at the gym. I knew he liked my long legs. He even told me
he had a thing for redheads. He even had the balls on the first date to
ask me 'if the carpet matched the drapes.' I told him that he would find
out. We began dating. The difference was that I convinced him that I was
not allowed sex before marriage. I thought he was going to dump me, but I
began giving him those killer handjobs that you like so much, Ron, that
he stayed with me. The whole time I played the subserviant woman. I
laughed at his stupid jokes. I let him drink and stay out all night. I
even didn't say a word when he fucked other women. A month after we were
engaged, he hit me several times. I did nothing. I said nothing. I
trained and trained. Our wedding night was going to be my chance to break
him into a millions pieces."
 
"Wedding night was D-day. I had the operation planned down to the last
minute. I even included his best man (no loyalty in that scumbag). I
convinced Mitch that a pre-nup was stupid. His balls were so blue from
not getting my pussy, he would have agreed to anything. During the
reception, I paid off the bartender to water down the drinks, so Mitch
would not be too drunk on our big night. At around midnight, we went back
to the marital suite. I gave Mitch a handjob to get him stiff. I told him
I had to get ready. When I came out of the bathroom, I was wearing a
tight negligee and the heels that I wore during the ceremony - a pair of
silver closed toe shoes with a spikey 3 inch heel. He was buck naked. His
cock was sticking straight out from his body. He was saying stupid
phrases like 'this will be the best fuck of your life.' I licked my lips
and dropped the bomb."
 
"'Mitch, I have evidence that you cheated on me. We also don't have a
pre-nup. In addition, that night a few weeks ago when I was stroking your
cock, I got you to sign a bank form giving everything you own to me. So
you see, I own you. If you divorce or leave me, you will have nothing. I
talked to your dad, he agrees that what I did was legal. And yes, that
sweet old man likes handjobs, too.'"
 
"Ron, I knew what was about to happen. Mitch is the kind of man that will
kill if someone takes a dollar. I just grabbed his whole fortune. He was
pissed. His cock was shriveling and his face was turning red. He screamed
'you whore!' 'I will fucking kill you.'"
 
"He did what I thought he would do. He charged me. He threw a strong
right hook at my head. I knew it was coming, so I ducked. As he flew past
me, I grabbed his balls and jerked. She shrieked like a little girl. I
tugged him to the floor. He threw several more puches. None connected. I
immediately flipped him around so that my legs were around his waist and
his back was to my chest. I grabbed him underneath his armpits tight, so
that his arms were useless and hanging out to his side. Ron, you remember
when Kim did that and crushed your balls with her knee. He was
struggling. He was about to break my hold. But since I have long legs, I
brought the heel of my wedding shoe crashing onto his exposed cock. Again
and again. The force was enough to make him cry and beg me to stop. Soon,
my silver shoes were streaked in blood."
 
"I flipped him over. I straddled his chest. I used my palm to break his
nosee. I also blackened both of his eyes. By now, he was barely concious.
I gave him some smelling salts. I threw is heavy and useless body onto
one of the large sofa chairs. As he sat there, I explained to him that
this was just the begining. If he left me, he would have nothing. If he
stayed, I would take care of him, but that I would always be in control.
He would do what I say when I say it. If he rebelled, I would beat him or
kill him. I would fuck who I wanted when I wanted - including him in the
ass. He just sobbed. He said that he had never had his ass kicked like
that before."
 
"It was then when Perry, Mitch's best man, showed up. He was stunned to
see Mitch like that. But I told him that Mitch attacked me. Perry was
about to call the cops, when I grabbed his cock. His protest quit. Within
seconds, we were on the bed. Mitch watched helplessly as I fucked his
best friend senseless on his own wedding night. He then watched as I
fucked all of the groomsmen. Mitch wept as his brother, Todd, shot a big
wad of sperm down my throat. But there was nothing he could do."
 
"Since then, Mitch has done whatever I have said. He tried to fight back
once. I kicked his ass, and he was homeless for a week."
 
I looked at Mitch's expressionless face and knew that was true.
 
Kim then looked at me and said, "Ron, I thought kicking your ass and
raping you with a dildo would have made you give in. You tried to fight
it. Now, I am going to have to do more."
 
Kim smiled, "You know your two best friends, Alex and John?"
 
I was getting naseous from the pain, but I was getting pissed. "Fuck you.
They aren't going to play your sick game, you cunt! They have my back."
 
Kim started laughing, "They have both hit on me when you are not around.
I even brushed against Alex once and gave him a boner. They will be here
in ten." Kim then disappeared.
Soon, Alex and John arrived. Cindy answered the door. They were
dumbfounded to see me sitting on the couch bloodied and battered, along
with the gorgeous trainer, Cindy, and her dumb, expressionless husband.
 
Alex muttered, "Some party."
 
I just stared at John when he said, "What the fuck happened to you?"
 
At that moment, Kim walked into the living room, she was wearing a pink
teddy and sharp, sky-high black heels. She smiled at both men and said,
"Thanks for coming."
 
Alex stated in disbelief, "What the fuck happened to Ron? Who did this?"
 
Kim smiled, "I did."
 
"Jesus Christ," Alex retorted. "I am calling the fucking cops."
 
Kim shot back, "No you won't! Ron attacked me."
 
I slowly nodded when they all looked in my direction.
 
"This is simple. Ron needs to be taught a lesson. I know both of you like
me. You have one of two choices. One, I will give you both the best fuck
of your lives. Two, if you say no, Cindy and I will kick your asses worse
than what I did to Ron and tell the cops that you two broke into the
house."
 
Alex and John looked a bit scared. I could tell that they were hesistant.
But the obvious bulges in their pants let me know what their answer was
going to be.
 
When I met Kim, she had only been with two men. She only knew the
missionary position. Now, she was on her knees with two dicks in her
mouth. My best buddies were having the time of their lives. Cindy, Mitch,
and I stared in disbelief as my shy, petite girlfriend was fucking two
guys senseless. Mitch did nothing when Cindy stripped to her bra and
panties and orally pleasured Alex or John while Kim was fucking the
other's brains out. And to make the point crystal clear, after she
orgasmed several times, she jerked their cocks into her mouth and forced
me to taste the results as she did after the first fight.
I understood. I was alone. Kim proved that I had lost. She beat me
physically. She beat me mentally, and took two men who I thought were
allies and used her feminine power to reduce them to her sexual playthings.
I knew why Mitch looked the way he did. Kim conquered. I knew after this
battle, I would never challenge her again.
 
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Below are the Manolos Kim used to break my ribs, the red boots Cindy
wore, and the black platforms Kim used to shatter my cup.