Christine Beats Up Jimmy




David became my sexual boy toy after my second beating of him. I wasn't really
interested in dating so much. Between school and soccer, there just wasn't
enough free time. So I used David for my sexual yayas. He liked me and my
dominant personality so he was very willing to do what I wanted when I wanted
it. He became a quasi boyfriend. But our relationship was led strongly by the
female.

I am torn about sharing the next story in my growth. It doesn't make me sound
too good. Jimmy was a friend of David and he saw David after I beat him up the
second time. Jimmy was curious as to who had beaten him up. David tried being
vague about it but ultimately he admitted the whole thing. Remember, I raped
him after I knocked him out. Jimmy was just a silly little immature guy. There
was nothing that I would ever consider doing with him.

So one Thursday night, David was servicing me extremely well. I was sitting on
his face just grinding my stinky cunt all over his face. It was after a soccer
game and I was ripe, grimy, and smelly as hell. His face stunk afterwards. I
made him take a shower before he could come back to bed to get a little pickle
tickle.

He was nervous and timid when he returned all freshly scrubbed. So we began
talking and I was able to get the story. Apparently, Jimmy was very interested
in finding out what happened to him. When David admitted that it was me who
beat him up, Jimmy was flabbergasted. He kept asking for more and more
details. And then Jimmy asked him if I might want to beat him up too. David
tried to talk him out of it, but it was fruitless. Jimmy was practically
pleading to get beaten up by me. He wasn't thinking clearly. Just because I
raped David doesn't mean that I would want him too. And the fact was that I
had absolutely no interest in Jimmy. David told me that Jimmy wanted to talk
to me about a possible fight. I told him to bring Jimmy over Saturday
afternoon.

When they got to my house around 1:00 Saturday afternoon Jimmy asked me about
beating up David. So I briefly explained that he was stupid enough to try and
box me. So I knocked him out. Cold. End of story. Jimmy asked about if there
was sex afterwards. He was looking for details. I calmly replied "yes."

Anyway, I verbally belittled Jimmy. Telling him that it wasn't about sex. It
just happened. As far as he is concerned, if he wanted to get the shit beaten
out of him, fine. But, he wasn't going to get laid or anything like that. He
was too stupid to believe what I was telling him. Eventually, we decided to
box right now. I planned on shutting him up and giving him a painful lesson in
female domination. So we went downstairs to the basement after I changed for
the fight. I wore a sports bra and a pair of running shorts. Not sexy. I made
Jimmy strip down to his underwear if he wanted to fight me. He proudly
disrobed wearing a pair of white bulging undies. David was intrigued by what
was about to happen. He was obviously excited and was showing.

I'm about 67 inches tall and 135 pounds. I have long legs and arms and am
pretty strong. Jimmy was an inch or two shorter than me and probably weighed
about the same. But he was pudgy and soft looking. This looked like a
slaughter waiting to happen. And that's exactly what happened.

Jimmy came out with his hands in a low weak defensive position. I started
jabbing him in the face. He quickly brought his arms up and I just pounded
him. Shots to the body. Punches to the face. Thundering piston pounding of his
arms and sides. I was pulling my punches because I really wanted this to
last.

Maybe 20 seconds into the beatdown, Jimmy's eyes filled with tears. He began
crying like a baby and begging for mercy. He was willing to do anything. I
just laughed at him and bloodied his nose and mouth. His boner had shriveled
up. He had bitten off way more than he could chew.

The whole fight lasted maybe 90 seconds and it was a slaughter. Jimmy was
screaming, crying, and begging for mercy and I got tired of his noise. So I
upped the intensity and knocked him out cold. I pounded him to the ground and
got on top of him and just punched his face back and forth 10 or 12 times
before putting him to sleep.

I made David get a wet wash cloth and clean up the mess that I made of Jimmy.
He came to again about 30 seconds after the knock out and was crying like a
baby as David dabbed his face. I stripped off his underwear and noticed that
he had a shrimp limp dick. I stepped on it as he screamed and then I grabbed
his legs, spread em, and busted his nuts for the coup de grace.

David was watching open mouthed and fixing to cum in his panties. I told Jimmy
to get dressed and get the fuck out of my house. Then I grabbed David by the
hand and walked him up to my bedroom where he fucked the shit out of me.

I never saw Jimmy again and that was pretty much the end of their friendship.
Be careful. Sometimes, what you think you want isn't at all what you want. Ask
Jimmy.