Mixed fighting freestyle, 410 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.

When Todd fought Se-Hee (Gallery 813), she beat him up so badly that even he decided to calm down and stop annoying women. So he settled down both at work and at home, and did a lot of DIY and so on. The only thing was, Kimiko (his wife) started to get bored. Infuriating as Todd could be, it was entertaining when a woman vented her anger on him. She loved to watch them scissoring the oxygen out of him, or blackening his eye. Not only that, it made good money when she could film it for her website, “Dominant Asian Females”.

On the other hand, she suspected that Todd’s good-but-dull behaviour couldn’t last. So she decided to speed things up a little, and invited her sister, Lin, to stay with them. Lin was (delicately put) well-proportioned in the rear. There’s nothing wrong with that – indeed, when women joke about having a “big bum”, they’re in fact advertising themselves, because they know it’s what an awful lot of men like. Todd did, for one; but he also couldn’t resist commenting on them.

So it wasn’t long after Lin’s arrival that Kimiko noticed Todd’s eyes popping when her sister bent down to adjust her shoe. Then Todd told them he’d leave them for a while, because he was halfway through a job and wanted to finish it. He returned briefly, carrying an enormous bucket on his way outside.

“Are you sure that bucket’s big enough, Todd?” Kimiko asked, hoping he’d take his cue and swallow the bait.

“Of course it is!” he replied. “There’s room for Lin’s arse in there!” he laughed, leaving them tutting and shaking their heads.

“I’m sorry about Todd,” Kimiko told her sister. “He can be so rude to women.”

“If you weren’t my sister,” the other replied, “I’d follow him out, and he’d end up sitting in that bucket.”

“Well, Kira beat him up.”

“DID she?”

“Oh yes! Then there was Ju-Eun, Nicole and, so I’m told, one or two of his female colleagues. If you like, I can arrange a fight for you both in a proper ring, so long as I can film it. It would be a CFNM match.”

“I’d love it, but would Todd agree?”

“He gets no say. He insulted you, didn’t he?”

“That’s true.”

*****

True to her word, Kimiko had the gym booked that evening. Before that, she and Lin had watched the videos of Todd’s ignominious defeats to various women, including their sister, Kira. So, after the warmup exercises, she told him she would beat him up and make him her bitch, just like Kira.

Even when Lin was posing for Kimiko’s camera, it caught Todd gazing at her rear view. Admittedly, she looked superb in her skimpy, blue leotard. She had the old fashioned, much admired female figure – narrow, nipped in waist, broad hips and full breasts – that seemed to go out of fashion (for some) into the 1960s, after Marylin Monroe’s time. Lin’s leotard just about held it all in. Smart, black and white boots and boxing gloves, perfectly matching her sleek black hair, completed the picture.

Perhaps women were stronger then, too. Certainly, Lin’s strength surprised Todd when they locked up, and she soon had him struggling to stay on his feet. She gripped his arms, forcing him ever downwards, then leapt up, grabbed his neck and made him over balance, landing on his side with her on top.

Lin lay across Todd, trapping his arms, then set about manipulating his limbs: his right arm was pulled under his right leg, which in turn was pushed away, in a variation of a leg arm lock. This enabled her to lie close above him, now on his back, and glare into his eyes. That glare was more threatening than any words could be.

Lin tumbled him briefly into a schoolgirl pin, before lying across him once more and ominously snaking her thighs around his waist in a body scissor. She locked her ankles to give the hold greater purchase. Then, all she had to do was to ratchet up the pressure, little by little. Keeping a hold of his near arm, she steadily broke down his resistance. When she judged the time was right, she demanded that he submit. Her judgement was a little bit out, because he didn’t straight away; however at her second command, he gave way.

Lin posed first over Todd, standing with her foot on his throat, and then in front of Kimiko’s camera. But she was keen to press on with the match, and returned to the centre of the ring where Todd was now up and ready for her (well, okay, as ready as he was ever likely to be).

They locked up, with some grappling to secure an advantage. In fact Todd seemed to have found greater resilience from somewhere, and for a time they resembled two stags locking their antlers. But the woman’s greater strength – due to rigorous gym work every day – wore him down eventually, and she got him where she wanted him.

Todd’s head bowed and his shoulders slumped, so Lin stood beside him holding his head and right arm. She placed her right foot behind his right knee and pushed. It had him off his feet, but she didn’t let him fall straight away. She carried him for a few seconds, just to show him that she could, then she threw him.

Todd landed on his backside, making both Lin and Kimiko laugh, before Lin launched herself at his back before he could get up. Gripping his neck from behind with both her strong arms, she ordered him to submit, calling him a “pussy” for good measure. Met with initial silence, she repeated her demand that he submit “now”, and this time he (gladly) assented.

Lin kept the headlock for a few moments, then relinquished it and celebrated her second win, standing with her foot on Todd’s head. After that it was briefly “camera time” again, before she happily returned to her corner. Then she went to meet Todd again in the middle.

They locked up once more in a mutual flurry of gloves and arms. In anticipation of the boxing to come, Lin tapped him on his jaw with her left glove, with a look that told him, “It’ll be a lot harder than that when the time comes”. It served its purpose in distracting Todd; she whipped her right arm under his left shoulder and pushed his neck. At the same time, she grabbed his right arm and swung him off his feet again. She cradled him like a baby for the moment, grinning at him, then dropped him on his front, before leaping onto his back as before.

Lin pushed his head hard into the mat, then seized his left arm and twisted it into a chicken wing. At the same time, she headlocked him with her other arm. As on both previous occasions, it took two orders to submit before Todd did so, his face a picture of pain and torment.

After the posing, Lin returned to Todd, amused and gratified to see him sporting a “defeat boner”. She looked at him as if to say, “Well, are you getting up, or what?” But he couldn’t. Lin tutted, and mimed looking at her watch. Then she sat high up on his chest in a straddle pin and held his wrists above his head.

“Admit I have defeated you,” she insisted.

But Todd’s reply of “Yes” wasn’t enough for her. Oh no, she wanted the full works! Todd had to say out loud that he submitted the match to Lin. He had no choice, and readily said just that. Lin smiled at her sister (or rather her sister’s camera) before rolling Todd onto his back. She instructed him to spread his legs, then began to dry hump him, playing a man’s dominant role.

The ritual was only played out when she made him admit that she was “fucking him good and he was her bitch”. (At this stage, if she’d said that the football team he supported where “shit”, he’d have agreed.) Satisfied, she posed with her foot on his throat and announced that he had 15 minutes to get ready to box her.

“Do we have to go through this ritual all over again?” thought Todd, when Lin began her warmup exercises. He couldn’t see the point, when they had already done them before the wrestling. So he did a token warmup, staying on the mat because his body still hurt, and glanced at her. Then he understood: she enjoyed the ritual; it was part of the occasion for her. (It also gave her a chance to show off her fabulous curves to the camera. Perhaps it was one reason why his defeat boner refused to go down.)

At last she was ready, so they met in the middle and touched gloves – the ritual again. Lin’s stare when they circled was as disconcerting as her exercises had been distracting. But Todd was right to be disconcerted, because she opened her account with a full-on left cross at his chin. Todd’s head jerked back, and Kimiko captured a lovely view of Lin’s splendid, round bottom in the foreground, with her outstretched fist, and a troubled man on the end of it, in the background.

As Todd was still a little nonplussed after it, she went in at him low and to the side with her right. She obviously knew where to hit, he thought grimly, because it brought thick waves of pain through his stomach and kidney. Then she struck him even lower with her left in the stomach, “accidentally” catching his erect cock as she did. Yes, she knew where to hit, and never mind any rules! Todd cried out in agony as her fist struck home.

He was so overtaken with pain that he scarcely noticed when Lin grabbed his head with both hands. But he noticed soon enough when she crashed her left knee into his chest. While he was struggling to breathe, she got him on the jaw with a blistering right uppercut. To the side, Kimiko got a lovely clip of Lin’s bountiful breasts swinging inside the threadbare material of her leotard as she punched him.

Desperate to counterattack, Todd tried a flashy right cross; Lin saw it coming, ducked, and got him in the stomach and to the side with her left. As with all her punches, it was powerful and damaging. The whole front of Todd’s midsection, left, centre and right, was now suffering.

Was it time for a knee in the balls? Yes, why not? It was only Todd, after all! Her knee sailed into its target, and she got him amidships. Told yelled with the excruciating pain. His head sank down and came to rest on Lin’s wonderful, womanly bosom. Strange that one woman could do so much damage, yet offer such comfort!

The only thing Todd could think of doing was clinching. The tighter he held her, he thought in his panic, the less able she would be to give him further punishment. But all this did was to put him on the ropes. The feel of them on his back surprised him, and he involuntarily let go of that lovely body. Her left fist plunging into his kidney told him what a disastrous error he had made.

Then Lin’s right fist seemed to pin him against the ropes, landing in the same place on his chest that her knee had struck previously. In fact she had hit him so many times now, that wherever she chose to attack she was worsening a previous injury that she had inflicted.

She swung a mighty left hook at his chin. He lurched to the side dangerously, so she put him back in his place with a right uppercut. The ropes grazed Todd’s neck and shoulders because the blow sent him jumping into the air. But it had done more than that. It briefly knocked him out, so that when he had his feet on the mat again, he fell straight down on it.

As he sprawled on it, regaining consciousness, Lin celebrated a well-deserved knockdown. Then she returned to the downed man and started counting him out. But she only got to 3 when the bell went, luckily for Todd. Or perhaps it was unlucky, judging by the state of him when he struggled up. It really was an effort, and perhaps a swift count out would have spared him more suffering and indignity.

Still, Lin and Kimiko enjoyed the spectacle of the battered man (still sporting a massive erection) groaning and grimacing with every movement. Standing in the middle, he turned and looked at Lin, fit and impatient to get started again. The sound of the bell was too much for him, and he ran away from her. She gave chase and easily caught up with him, considering it was enough of an effort for him just to stand up.

She put him in a type of bear hug from behind and marched him to the ropes. Freeing him, she punched his left temple with her right. He turned to face her, and she slammed her left into his stomach. She was close to victory, she knew, and she didn’t want the little creep running away and cheating her out of it. He deserved a beating, didn’t he just?

“Agghhh!” roared Todd, as Lin’s right fist soared into the air, having struck him on the chin. This was female domination at its very finest, thought Kimiko, who caught the marvellous sight on film. As for Todd, he was swaying at the ropes and looked like a zombie.

Lin took a few steps away from him to the centre of the ring, to take in this comical sight. She’d got him in that state, she reflected, not without pride. “Punch-drunk” – was there ever a better expression? When he seemed slightly better – better enough to be aware of her, at least – she held out both her arms to him. Normally, there would be no more inviting sight, except he knew how dangerous she was. But there was an inevitability to his downfall (literally). He couldn’t run now, so he gave in to his fate and approached her unsteadily.

Instead of one knockout blow, she chose to toy with him for a little while, left jabbing him on the chin first. She couldn’t get enough of the view of this head jerking backwards at the end of her glove, and was reluctant to end it too soon.

But the way she was going, it would end soon. Her follow up right cross hammered into his jaw so hard that he started to fall. “Not yet!” she thought, swinging a left hook at his ear, which helped him on his way. On the other hand, she’d had a great match, and she’d obviously won by a knockout. She put her arms in the air in triumph, savouring the moment.

Then the count out began. At 5, she asked, “Todd, are you a man?” At 9, seeing him stir, she announced, “Todd, you are NOT a man.” At 10 it was, “10, and not a man Todd is out.”

After posing both at Kimiko’s camera and some more over Todd, Lin face sat him and enjoyed a victory orgasm. For his part, Todd sensed that he had better do as he was told. Anyway, he’d lost, and it was her right to have the spoils of victory in their understood, unwritten way. It was pointless complaining.

“Here we go,” thought Todd, when Lin directed him to get on all fours. She mimed “doggy style” humping, and commanded him to say he was Lin’s bitch, and he was loving it. He obeyed.

But the ritual was broken by Kimiko with her gloves on, and demanding someone “put em up bitch” because they were pissing her off. Was she coming to his aid again, as she had once before (Gallery 797)? But Todd had no such luck this time. His wife was determined to fight him, furious that he was “embarrassing himself”.

Kimiko struck with a left jab, which pointed Todd’s face towards the corner where the lovely Lin was stretching herself out. She was luxuriating against the ropes, and enjoying what she clearly regarded as entertainment. But there was no light-heartedness about Kimiko, who was fully of business. She launched her right fist into his chest, and once again he had difficulty breathing.

Imitating Lin’s earlier tactics, Kimiko got him ferociously in his kidney with her left, and Todd prepared himself to defend his body. A brisk right cross to his jaw put paid to that plan, however. Then a left hook sent him spinning. Finally, a right uppercut put him, prone, on the mat.

Todd was knocked out again, and Kimiko celebrated her victory after her decisive cameo performance. Seeing him come round, and turn on his back, she lay over him in the “69 position”, and Todd experienced his second face-sitting in 10 minutes. Kimiko held her husband’s erect cock in her glove while he went to work with his mouth. She made him cum almost instantly, after which she stood over him and posed.

Lin came and congratulated her. They embraced, then left the ring, glancing back at the downed, destroyed male.