braxos411
07-02-2006, 08:51 PM
She shook the spill of blond hair out of her eyes, and grinned. Her breathing was accelerated. Her pulse beat with the rhythm of lust. And she could almost taste blood. But not her own blood. The blood she hungered for had testosterone swimming in it. And she was going to take out the source. The male had blood running down his lip. His left eye was swollen. There were bruises purpling his ribs and stomach. Up till now, though, his groin and its dangling weapons were untouched. He clearly expected her to attack him there, so she took advantage of that. She’d been patient, evading his clumsy lunges and kicks, countering with swift brutal efficiency. He staggered and shuffled as they circled, his eyes searching her graceful countering, hoping desperately for her to make a mistake. He had been so confident at first. He outweighed her by a good sixty pounds, and his nude muscular body displayed very little fat. Her own body, clad in a black lycra two-piece, was lean and agile, the body of the martial artist that she was. But her pixie features were deceptive, the startling blues eyes and button nose made her look like a baby doll, not an amazon warrior. Until she attacked.
She feinted a kick to his midsection, and he reached out to block it with a forearm. Instead of following through with the kick, she brought it down, planted and spun. The heel of her other leg hammered his jaw, and blood and a tooth sprayed from his mouth. He staggered from the blow, his eyes went glassy, and his hands went to his face. And she made the move the man-hating audience had been waiting for. In a flash, she stepped in and took hold of his manhood by the root. She locked onto everything, balls, cock, and pubic hair. The male forgot his aching jaw when he saw the evil in her blue eyes, and the wide grin on her cherubic face. She twisted brutally, and his world spun out of control. The agony was blinding. He reached feebly for her shoulders, feeling their tautness, as she had both hands in his groin now. He didn’t look down to see what she was doing. He didn’t really want to know. He tried to push her away, but she drew him into her by his own sex. The agony buckled his knees, but she wouldn’t let him fall. Her nails dug into his scrotum till they felt wet, and she hoisted him onto his toes. He tried to wrap his fingers around her throat, but she looked in his eyes and snarled, “Don’t!” His hands fell to her shoulders again, trying to take some of the weight off his balls. Suddenly she released him, and he let out a reflexive gasp of relief. But she took a sharp step in and rammed up with her knee. His feet left the ground, and he shrieked as his testicles flattened against his pelvic bone, She took a step back, and he dropped to his knees, coughing and retching. The bloodlust in the female audience thundered in their ears. She laughed, and grabbed a fist of his hair, and yanked him upright from his crouch of agony. Her knee cracked his chin and he reeled backward. She put a heel on his chest and the next moment he was sprawled on his back, one arm flailed outward, his other hand still cupping his bleeding crotch. And then he saw her bare foot flash toward his face, and his brain shut down. Eventually he heard a rhythmic chanting, drawing him up from the darkness. He couldn’t make out the words, but it was many female voices repeating something over and over. And then, what he saw, as his eyes fluttered open, was a firm feminine ass bobbing inches above his face. His eyes followed the thong line between her tan cheeks and saw his opponent’s lean, supple thighs astride his chest. He became painfully aware of her knees, pinning his arms at his sides to the canvas floor. Her feet cradled his head. Looking down between her thighs he saw her voluptuous upper torso looming over his rippled trembling stomach. He could feel her blond tresses tickling his inner thighs, just before she took hold of his shrunken organ. Her gentle chuckle made his spine freeze. And when she squeezed, he became oblivious to everything else.
She feinted a kick to his midsection, and he reached out to block it with a forearm. Instead of following through with the kick, she brought it down, planted and spun. The heel of her other leg hammered his jaw, and blood and a tooth sprayed from his mouth. He staggered from the blow, his eyes went glassy, and his hands went to his face. And she made the move the man-hating audience had been waiting for. In a flash, she stepped in and took hold of his manhood by the root. She locked onto everything, balls, cock, and pubic hair. The male forgot his aching jaw when he saw the evil in her blue eyes, and the wide grin on her cherubic face. She twisted brutally, and his world spun out of control. The agony was blinding. He reached feebly for her shoulders, feeling their tautness, as she had both hands in his groin now. He didn’t look down to see what she was doing. He didn’t really want to know. He tried to push her away, but she drew him into her by his own sex. The agony buckled his knees, but she wouldn’t let him fall. Her nails dug into his scrotum till they felt wet, and she hoisted him onto his toes. He tried to wrap his fingers around her throat, but she looked in his eyes and snarled, “Don’t!” His hands fell to her shoulders again, trying to take some of the weight off his balls. Suddenly she released him, and he let out a reflexive gasp of relief. But she took a sharp step in and rammed up with her knee. His feet left the ground, and he shrieked as his testicles flattened against his pelvic bone, She took a step back, and he dropped to his knees, coughing and retching. The bloodlust in the female audience thundered in their ears. She laughed, and grabbed a fist of his hair, and yanked him upright from his crouch of agony. Her knee cracked his chin and he reeled backward. She put a heel on his chest and the next moment he was sprawled on his back, one arm flailed outward, his other hand still cupping his bleeding crotch. And then he saw her bare foot flash toward his face, and his brain shut down. Eventually he heard a rhythmic chanting, drawing him up from the darkness. He couldn’t make out the words, but it was many female voices repeating something over and over. And then, what he saw, as his eyes fluttered open, was a firm feminine ass bobbing inches above his face. His eyes followed the thong line between her tan cheeks and saw his opponent’s lean, supple thighs astride his chest. He became painfully aware of her knees, pinning his arms at his sides to the canvas floor. Her feet cradled his head. Looking down between her thighs he saw her voluptuous upper torso looming over his rippled trembling stomach. He could feel her blond tresses tickling his inner thighs, just before she took hold of his shrunken organ. Her gentle chuckle made his spine freeze. And when she squeezed, he became oblivious to everything else.