She Beat Me Up She beat me up. She made me cry. She stripped me naked. She completely humiliated me. And she's going to do it again. I'm scared.
I get sexually aroused fantasizing about getting beaten up and humiliated by a girl. I read these stories and masturbate. I really like the videos where a chick beats up a wimpy man. Facesitting and pussy worship add to the humiliation. I like to watch and imagine. This is just a fantasy. It's not reality. I have never actually been beaten up by a girl. At least until recently. My name is Will Parker. I'm 62 and have never been married. I live in a nice house and make a lot of money. But, I would be helpless without my assistant, Carla. I sell. I don't understand technology. I barely understand how to use my smartphone.That was the origin of my problem. I have a pool and outdoor hot tub which the neighbors enjoy. I love when the girls come over in their skimpy bikinis. Who could blame me. It all started when Kelly and Jo were swimming at my house last week. Kelly went inside to use the bathroom and found my tablet. I live alone so I never considered that someone would actually see what was on my tablet. She picked it up and a video of a woman beating up a man was the last thing I watched. Unfortunately, it was the first thing she saw. Of course she found all my perverted fantasies. She showed Jo what she found and they started planning my humiliation. Worse, they knew all my weaknesses and perversions. Kelly is a pretty brunette and Jo is a blonde. Jo lives across the street and her and Kelly are best friends. They're high school seniors. Both girls are very athletic and excel at sports. I'm a little pudgy and haven't been to a gym in years and haven't been in a fight since I was 11. The following Saturday Jo called to see if I was home because her and Kelly wanted to go swimming. I leave my car in the driveway and the kids know they can go swimming. If the car isn't in the driveway, no swimming. It was late morning and I had yet to put the car in the driveway. I told her to feel free to stop on by. 5 minutes later the doorbell rang. The girls came bouncing in wearing their bikinis under their white fluffy bathrobes. Kelly had one of those bags that all the kids have. Jo told me not to put the car in the driveway and to meet them in the hot tub. I was wondering what she had up her sleeve but I told them that I would go down to the basement and put on my bathing suit and see them in a few minutes. A couple minutes later I went outside to the hot tub. Nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen. All the kids call me Mr Parker but Kelly welcomed me by calling me Billy. I hadn't been called that since boyhood. I started going by Will when I was in high school. I have been Will Parker or Mr Parker ever since. Kelly continued. "Guess what I found. I found your tablet and you have some interesting things on it. You left it in plain sight and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of porn you had on it. My dad and my brother have a lot of porn on their tablets so I know you must too." At this point I was feeling sick. I was mortified. My porn was for me. I don't want anyone knowing what kind of fantasies I have. I'm far too shy for that. And I knew what she must have found. I was also absolutely terrified. "You didn't even turn it off. I picked it up and a video emerged. Do you know what kind of video? A pretty woman boxing a man and she was beating the shit out of him. Do you like that sort of thing? Do you like getting beaten up by girls or is that just your fantasy? The next one was a teenage girl sitting on a man's face and making him lick her pussy. Her hairy pussy. Is that what you like? Do you like getting dominated by girls? I'll bet you'd like me to beat you up wouldn't you? Answer me!" "No" I quietly said. Don't lie to me! "I'm not. It's just a fantasy. It isn't real. I like to watch. I have never even been in a fight with a girl. I haven't been in a fight since 7th grade. I'm sorry you saw that. But it's just my sick fantasy." "You fantasize about getting beaten up by teenage girls like us don't you? I'll bet you even fantasize about me and Jo beating you up and humiliating you, don't you!" No, I replied softly. Don't lie to me! Yes, I admitted not making eye contact. You want me to beat you up for real don't you? No. No. No. It's a fantasy. I don't want to fight with you. Don't lie to me! My heart was beating 100 beats a minute. I was perspiring and scared and I felt so humiliated. I wanted to crawl in a hole. I was so ashamed and scared and excited in a dark way that I was actually shaking. Yes I almost whispered. She made me say it louder and I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said I deserve to get beaten up by a girl and part of me wanted it too. "You should be more careful with your stuff Billy. You're about to get a real life first hand lesson in female domination. This isn't like watching your video and jerking off, this is about real life pain. Real life suffering. I'm going to beat you up and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm going to make you my bitch. You're gonna hate it. But you crave it and you know this had to happen one way or another. I'm gonna make you like it. Judging by the little bulge in your bathing suit it looks like you already like it. I brought some boxing gloves and I'm pretty good. Jo is going to watch. Let's go inside now, shall we?" As we walked into my house I had that feeling of pure dread. That sinking feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you know you're about to get beaten up. That overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. Most kids experience this in their childhood, but now these feelings came flooding back in the present. I felt like I was going to throw up. I was shivering in fright. How did I get myself into this? It was all happening so quickly. 5 minutes ago my life was completely different. Now, my deepest darkest secrets and fantasies were uncovered by a couple of teenage girls who were excited to exploit them. This was all just fun and games for them. This was a real life dilemma for me. I never thought about being outed. I had no idea what to do. But I knew I would never be the same. I wished Kelly had never found that stupid tablet. Kelly and Jo led me down to the basement and moved the couch to give us room. Kelly turned on the stereo to make sure nobody heard me screaming and crying. We were wearing our bathing suits and they looked so fit and strong. I looked like a weak and pudgy old man. Kelly had a red bikini and Jo's was black. Jo put on my boxing gloves and gave me a mouthpiece. I was standing there almost in a trance. I was hoping that this was all a dream and that I would wake up any moment. But it was real as real can be. Jo told me that she has never seen a grown man get beaten up by a girl and she couldn't wait to watch. She was jubilant and excited. Kelly didn't want a mouthpiece and said to me that she wouldn't need it, would she. I just shook my head no. Kelly said no more stalling. You wanted to get beaten up by a girl and now you're gonna get it. I wanted to die. I walked to the center of the room with my fists up in a defensive posture. I wasn't worried about hitting her, I was worried about protecting myself. It wasn't going to matter. She was about to beat me up and there was nothing I could do to stop her. Her left fist shot out and hit me in the belly below my guard. It hurt a little but it wasn't that bad. For a moment I thought that this might not be so bad. I lowered my guard and she ripped a left right combo to my face. I haven't been punched in the face in 50 years. I had forgotten how much it hurts. That feeling of complete dread was overtaking me. I backed up and tried to rethink my plan. But Kelly just stalked me giving me nowhere to go. A couple more punches to the stomach and I lowered my guard again. Then she went to my head and smashed me right in the nose with a straight right. I felt her glove flatten my nose and tears began to fill my eyes. She was punching me at will and asking me how I liked it. Jo was jumping up and down and telling her to beat my ass. Any dignity I had left was rapidly being beaten out of me. I moaned when her punch connected to my face. I raised my hands and she hit me 3 times in the stomach. I groaned and grabbed my belly and slumped to my knees. I wasn't knocked down. I was more beaten down. Kelly yelled at me to get up as she was just getting started. I stood back up fighting back my tears. Kelly was having fun and showing off. "Are you having fun? I'm having fun." Another straight right to my nose. "You're getting a bloody nose. Do you like that? Are you enjoying getting beaten up?" I wasn't. Not at all. I was wishing that it would be over soon. Another left right to the belly. The sound of her fists pounding my body followed by the oofs which were coming from my mouth is a sound I will never forget. Again I dropped my guard and again she punched me in the nose. I could no longer hold back my tears. I began to cry. Another couple of punches to my face and I fell to my knees and began crying even harder. I looked up at her and said I've had enough. Please stop hurting me. I'll do anything you want. Kelly laughed and said "I'll bet you will. Get up. You wanted to see what it would be like to get beaten up by a girl and we're just starting." I got back up waiting for the inevitable. Kelly started punching me all over the room. I was backing up and taking a beating. My crying became worse. I didn't even care about my dignity. I was in full panic. She backed me into a corner and punched me over and over in the stomach. I tried to fall to my knees but she grabbed my waist hauling me back up. My belly was burning and I couldn't take much more. I tried to protect my aching tummy but that left my face wide open. Kelly unleashed a devastating left right combo to my unprotected face. I could taste the blood in my mouth and could feel it dripping from my nose. I was feeling dizzy and woozy. Another right hook and down I went. I didn't slump to my knees, she knocked me down. I was laying on my belly crying at her feet. She told me to kiss her feet. I grabbed her foot and began kissing it with passion. I was hoping that would make her stop. It didn't. She just was beginning to humiliate me while she beat me up. That's enough she yelled. Get up you little toe licker. I didn't want to but I slowly got to my feet knowing I couldn't take much more. I was sure she was going to knock me out. I was crying and hyperventilating. As soon as I made it to my feet, the onslaught resumed. I couldn't even lift my arms I was so exhausted. This left my face defenseless. And Kelly was only to happy to punch it. Bam bam bam. 3 solid punches to my face and they really hurt. I began screaming as well as crying. I began to beg her for mercy. Jo was openly fondling herself as she was watching my destruction. At least she was getting off on this. I was in complete agony. I covered my face and Kelly started pistoning punches to my mutilated body. Left right left right left right. It felt like it would never end. I was having trouble breathing between my crying and her punching the wind out of me. I wasn't sure I could take much more. I tried to fall to my knees but Kelly grabbed me and continued to hurt me. She said that the next time I fell down she was going to strip me naked. I was past the point of caring. I just wanted it to stop. One more right hook and I toppled over. The room felt like it was spinning. I felt her gloves trying to grab my bathing suit but was half delirious as she had beaten the stuffing out of me. She was having trouble getting a grip so she took off one of her gloves and ripped my bathing suit right off. My boner was long gone and they made fun of my tiny dick. I wanted to die. Kelly put her glove back on and lifted a now naked me to my feet. I pleaded with her for mercy but none was forthcoming. More punches to my heaving tummy and more punches to my bloody face. I was afraid she was going to kill me. My legs could no longer support my weight and I just crumpled to the floor completely destroyed. Kelly grabbed my head and held it in front of her bikini bottoms and told me to kiss her pussy. She pulled me into her and I could smell the unmistakable scent of female arousal. I kissed her musty pussy through her bikini and I liked it. It was humiliating but way less painful than her ruthless fists. She moaned in appreciation and ground her crotch in my face. Then she stepped back and hauled me back up to my feet. She held me by my face and asked who is the better girl. I said you are. She asked if I wanted any more and I pleaded that I had had enough. She said too bad. It's time to finish you off. A couple more hard punches to my stomach got me bending forward and then she unleashed a devastating right uppercut which knocked me down for the last time. I was laying on my back completely beaten up. I could see Kelly standing over me. She took off her gloves and removed her bikini bottoms and her hairy bush descended onto my face. I didn't need to be told what to do. I grabbed her hips with my useless gloves and began to sniff and lick at her fragrant bush. She was really wet. Beating me up so thoroughly had really excited her. She began to swivel her hips as she ground her cunt all over my face. She was moaning and yelling instructions but I was oblivious to everything except her bush, cunt lips and little clit. She ground down on my face and rubbed her dripping wet cunt all over my mouth and nose and she yelled that she was going to cum. She bathed my mouth with a discharge of female orgasmic fluids and I did my best to try and pleasure her. She got off only to be replaced by a now naked Jo who was going to make me lick her pussy too. As Jo settled her blonde bush on my face I felt a hand on my cock. Kelly began to jerk me off while I licked Jo's heated pussy. Jo was so horny that she began creaming my face almost immediately. She had a couple of orgasms before getting off and watching Kelly give me the ultimate humiliation. She was stroking my dick and I was inevitably going to cum all over myself. A moment later Kelly made me cum. She laughed and said that I told you he would like it to Jo. I was beaten, humiliated, ashamed, but still alive. Kelly told me that she had fun and hoped I did too. She said she wanted a rematch and if I was lucky she would fuck me after she beat me up next time. She said I quit too soon. Next time she was going to knock me out cold. I didn't want to get beaten up again. But on the other hand, the thought of fucking Kelly was like a dream. What had I gotten myself into?