Beaten Up Again After Many Years 
by Ibfeysaat


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It had been years since I was last beaten up by a girl. Lissa showed me
that it's still very humiliating and painful. She dominated me and wants to
make me her bitch. She's going to kill me. Maybe, I should have kept my
mouth shut.

At the Shell station I met Lissa. She was the new clerk. I bought a pack of
cigarettes and she had to reach up to get them. Unfortunately, she is one
of those girls, the wild and free kind. She had a copious swatch of dark
hair under her arm. Y'all know how turned on I am by hairy girls. It would
have been safer just to pay for the cigarettes and leave. But, I had to
make a comment.

"Wow. That is quite a bit of hair you have under your arms. Haven't seen
that in a while."

"Sorry. But I ain't shaving for nobody."

"No no. I like it."

"Well maybe I should make you lick it. Next"

I giggled and walked away. I drove around and I kept thinking about her.
She was so sexy and confident. And the picture in my mind of licking her
armpits was vivid. I haven't been with a woman in years. I'm 64 and it
turns out that Lissa is 18! And I'm driving around like a teenager lusting
after this young girl. Frankly, I deserved everything that she did to me.
And I can't stop thinking about her doing it again. Anyway, I couldn't stop
thinking about her and really couldn't come up with a plan to go back. I
mean I knew she was way out of my league. What the hell is a hot young
teenager going to do with a 64 year old man? But I was undeterred and I
drove back.

When I walked into the Shell station, Lissa laughed and said "oh good, here
comes that old pervert who gets off on my furry pits. How can I help you
perv, would you like more cigarettes so you can get a peek at my pits?"

"Uh, ya."

She slowly reached upward with her right hand and grabbed a pack of
Marlboros and then reached upward with her left hand to double grab it. She
smiled at me allowing me a long lusty look at her hairy pits. And I just
stared, longingly.

"You really would like to lick my stinky hairy pits, wouldn't you?"

"Well it's been longer than you have been alive since a woman forced me to
lick her hairy armpits. You know, she made me."

"Oh my God, you got beaten up and humiliated by a woman who made you lick
her furry pits after she kicked your sorry ass."

"Uh uh uh no. I didn't say that."

"Ok perv, tell me that it's not true. Tell me that a girl didn't beat you
up and make you kiss her furry pits afterwards." I didn't answer and just
quietly paid for the cigarettes. Couldn't even look at her. She picked up
on my careless statement and turned it around.

The last time a woman beat me up was Saturday, July 25th, 1998. I will
never forget that day. At 42 years old I got absolutely dominated and
humiliated by a savage sadist. She knocked out 3 teeth, she broke my nose,
she gave me 2 black eyes, she knocked me out, and she raped me violently.
It was brutal and I ended up in the hospital for 4 days. I had been getting
beaten up by girls since the late 60s. Some were playful. Some were
painful. Some were humiliating. And I always got facesat afterwards. But
that woman, I can't say her name, she ended me. And now, 22 years later, I
was up to my old tricks. And I was minutes away from remembering how much
it hurt and how I can't handle it anymore.

"Excuse me perv, but you didn't answer my question. Tell me that you
haven't been beaten up and humiliated by a girl who made you lick her furry
pits. Tell me loser!"

Quietly, I mumbled that it was true. I was looking at the floor.

"How old are you old man?"

64.

"What the hell do you think a white hot 18 year old  girl like me would do
with a loser like you?" I didn't answer. "Answer me loser!" I just took my
change and tried to leave. Lissa yelled to another clerk to take her place.
She followed me out of the store and I was getting nervous.

"Hey old man. Where are you going?"

I was beginning to think that I may have stepped in it. "Sorry about that"
I said. And as I tried to walk to my car, I felt a hand on my shoulder. She
turned me around to face her.

"I said where are you going. I should beat you up and make you lick my
stinky hairy pits. I've beaten up a couple of girls but I have never beaten
up a guy. But I'll bet that you would enjoy it, wouldn't you? How many
times have you got beaten up by a girl? Answer me!"

"I haven't got in a fight in years."

She butted in. "That's not what I asked you. How many times have you got
beaten up by a girl?"

"I don't know. But many times. The last girl to beat me up was a sick
sadist who knocked out 3 teeth and put me in the hospital for 4 days. That
was 4 years before you were born. I decided that day to never let myself
get beaten up and humiliated by a girl again. So yes, the thought of you
beating me up and making me lick your hairy armpits turns me on. But I
think I would just like to go and hope you'll forget about it."

"Ooooh really? You've got beaten up many times but not in over 20 years.
Now I really wanna beat you up. You deserve it. I mean you stared at my
hairy pits and commented. That's not cool. Then you came back for more.
You've admitted that you have gotten beaten up by many girls but you don't
want to fight me. C'mon man. You are dying to get beaten up and dominated
by me, aren't you?" She was looking straight into my eyes as she was
speaking. I was rapidly inflating into an uncomfortable boner. Without
taking her eyes off of me, she grabbed me by my crotch and squeezed. "I
knew it. You've got a boner. You want me to beat you up and humiliate you,
don't you?"

"Yes." I almost whispered. "But please don't hurt me too badly. I would be
honored to show my appreciation after you win. I will lick your pits and I
think you will like it."

She replied that she would be right back and then we could go to my house.
She wanted to beat me up there. I gulped and started shivering as I waited
to get beaten up for the first time in 22 years! I was terrified. And I was
hard as a rock.

Thank goodness I have carpeting. 5 minutes later we were in my family room.
We moved the furniture out of the way and she told me that she was very
excited about beating me up and asked if I was ready. I just nodded. She
smiled and kissed her fist and then punched me in the nose. She was
barefisted and it hurt. She said "oh, by the way, my name is Lissa. You
will learn that. And for you, it's Miss Lissa." She smacked me in the face
again and asked if I got it. I nodded and tried to protect myself. But her
hard little fists 👊 were working my body. I was quickly tiring and afraid
that she was going to punch me in the face. So I turtled. She grabbed me in
a headlock and began punching me in the face as we spun around. I blocked
some. But some got through and I soon tasted blood. I was scared. No I was
terrified and perspiring heavily and running out of breath. She punched me
again right in the nose and I knew that I was bleeding from there too. I
began apologizing and saying that I would lick her pits. But please stop.
You win. She laughed and threw me to the carpet. I was on my back and she
secured a schoolgirl pin 📌. I said again that I give. She laughed and
punched me softly in the nose. She said that she wanted to hear me beg for
mercy. Pow, another annoying punch to my aching nose. I began babbling for
mercy and that she was the better girl and everything. "Awww, are you going
to cry little man? One more punch 👊 to the nose and I lost it. I began
crying like a baby and begging for mercy. She laughed and grabbed my hair
and pulled my face into her sweaty stinky hairy pit. "Lick me loser. Lick
my hairy smelly pits."

She squeezed my face into her rancid damp armpit hair. But I was beaten and
trying my best to please. I tongued and tried to swallow her putrid hair. A
moment later she grabbed my hair again and slapped my crying face telling
me to worship her and better than before. Then my face was enveloped in her
sweaty hairy right pit. Her fingers found my crotch and began fiddling with
my boner. She swung her legs around and scissored me. Then Lissa stripped
me naked below the waist. My face was ripped away from her smelly pit and
then she forced me flat on my back before mounting me. She facesat me
rubbing her jeans tightly and painfully across my face. I didn't care. I
was home. She buried my head under her ass and into the carpet. I was
quickly losing oxygen and about to pass out. Everything went cloudy and
when I reopened my eyes, I was staring at her thick hairy bush. A big gulp
of air and then she facesat me. Lissa asked me her name and laughed as I
tried to answer her with her hairy cunt smashed into my face. I licked her
pubes and lightly teased her clit before she began shaking, quaking,
screaming, and creaming. I lapped up her delicious expulsions. Yummy. She
swiveled around and buried my face deep in her ass and jerked me off. I
think she wanted me to pass out again but I couldn't help myself and
creamed myself like I was 15 again. A moment later I passed out happy,
afraid, and wondering when this might happen again. I am a masochist.

I am Spartacus!