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Given Todd’s dismal record of defeats at the hands (and feet) of women, you would have thought he would treat the prospect of further humiliation seriously. Not at all. In one week he managed to infuriate three different women, each of whom declared that the only way to resolve their differences would be by the secret “Brawl on the Beach”. It is the first woman, his ex-girlfriend Nicole, who concerns this particular account.
Once again, allowing for the fact that they had fought before (Gallery 707), when she had beaten him severely, you would think that he would think twice before getting into a row with her. But no. He had cheerfully insulted her, which resulted in his first challenge that week.
“Please let me film it,” Nicole’s girlfriend, Hinako, begged her when she heard, “I love watching you fight.”
“Of course,” she assured her, “I was hoping you would. Then when we’re together, we can watch it as often as we like.”
“Oh, yes! Again and again. Will you stand over him and pose for me?”
“Naturally. I promise either to knock him out or make him submit three times for you.”
“I’ll look my best for the occasion. I’ll wear my neat little black swimsuit, the one you like so much.”
“Yes, do. And I’ll wear my shiny purple leotard, with black-and-purple MMA gloves.”
“I can’t wait!” concluded Hinako, licking her lips.
She didn’t have long to, because it was Thursday evening when their conversation took place, and the fight was arranged for Friday evening. The three of them met at the agreed time and place. Hinako set the camera up while Nicole and Todd used the time for warm-up exercises. Todd, stretching away, told her he wouldn’t hurt her too badly and he would make the fight quick. She responded that it would be just like his lovemaking, then, when she hardly felt a thing.
The insults had the two of them scowling at each other, and the scowl matured into a mutual glare. Hinako got the camera running, and felt a warm glow of excitement building up inside her when Nicole repeated her promise of the previous evening, but made it more specific this time:
“I’m going to tap out, knock out and pin down Todd, and make him my bitch.”
He didn’t answer. Perhaps the lovely woman staring so menacingly right up against his face drained the hubris from him. Instead he took a step back and raised his fists. Nicole did the same. They circled and Nicole probed with her left fist. Up went Todd’s arms, blocking in response; and in went Nicole’s right fist to his unprotected midsection. Hinako nodded, appreciating the success of her girlfriend’s feint.
Todd retreated a step, playing for time to let the burning sensation in his stomach and left side ease off. This suited Nicole well enough. She took advantage of the lengthened gap between them, and push kicked. It was a vertical kick. The toes of her right foot drummed against Todd’s stomach; her heel thudded high up on his penis. He wailed and sank to a squat on the sand, so she helped him on his way with her foot on his chest, and he sank till he could go no further.
But Nicole wasn’t having any of it. This wasn’t the time for a submission, and she had barely got started.
“Get up and fight, bitch!” she hissed at him, before a little celebration at downing him so early on.
Todd got up and raised his fists. Nicole did the same, and Hinako’s pulse started to race. Her girlfriend looked so assured, so dominant, as she prepared to slay the man opposite her. He attempted a right hook which she easily batted away, laughing and saying, “You suck”, before plunging her own left fist deep into his stomach. It compounded the injury she had already inflicted on his stomach, which he had still not recovered from.
“Did that hurt, bitch?” Nicole taunted him, knowing full well from his reaction that it did, as he seemed to fold around her fist.
Then she got him on the chest, while he took another step back. Her punch made a disconcerting sound, almost like a knock on a door, as it appeared to damage his bone structure. A scorching, throbbing sensation fanned out from the centre of his chest to the sides. “You can’t run from me,” she told him, commenting on his two retreats, before kicking him, broadside on, in his battered stomach.
Todd gasped and clutched his severely wounded stomach, stooping as he did so. It was an invitation to Nicole, who slammed her left fist into his right ear. The waves of the sea now sounded to him as if they were a long way away, rather than about three paces from where they were fighting; and they were muffled, as in a dream. He dropped, despairingly, to one knee, and her left fist finished the job off. She hooked it into his face, and he shouted in pain as he dropped onto his back.
Gloatingly, Nicole announced that what she was about to do would hurt, then sat on his face. Hinako was torn between admiration and jealousy at Nicole’s obvious pleasure. Todd, struggling for breath, clutched at her splendid bottom for some sort of support.
But she didn’t languish in her pleasure for long, and soon kept her promise that she was going to hurt him. Maintaining her reverse face-sit, she set about his stomach with her fists. His body jarred under her when her left fist opened the assault. The same thing happened when she sent her right fist in.
Tiring of this, Nicole stood up, and took him with her by his head. In particular, she grabbed his ears, to increase the pain from her recent punch in his right ear. Once they were both up, she resumed her relentless assault on his stomach. Her right fist thundered home once, twice, three times in all, and Todd once again dropped to sit on the sand. She squatted over his shoulders and punched his left ear from above.
Todd dropped further onto his front, and she sat on the small of his back, grabbing his head. She announced that she would “tap him out right now”, then she locked his neck and throat in her strong left arm, and held it in place with her right arm. She trapped him in a dominant top rear naked choke, demanding that he submit to her. “SAY IT,” she insisted. Sure enough, a faint, feeble, faltering “I submit to Nicole” was wrung out of him, as he struggled to breathe through the constrictions on his throat.
“One promise down, two to go,” stated an exultant Nicole, standing over him in a victory pose, with her left foot on his chest and her right fist clenched in the air.
But it was soon back to work, and she demanded that he “get up and fight”. Todd got slowly and painfully to his feet, mocked all the while by the woman who had forced him to submit, and humiliated him. She even assumed a synthetic sympathetic expression on her face (she should have been an actress, thought Todd grimly) at his obvious difficulty in just standing. It was caused, no doubt, by the myriad pains in his midsection.
Straight away, Nicole added to them. Her fighting technique was simple but devastating: cause pain in a particular place, then exploit it. Her right fist drummed into his stomach in the old, familiar way. But she was building momentum, and she now left hooked him. Neither Todd, nor Hinako had been expecting that, and it made him swivel half a turn to stay on his feet. Before he’d even stopped, Nicole’s right fist shot up under his jaw and chin.
It was a glorious, vintage uppercut, and made Hinako sigh out loud in admiring pleasure. For a brief moment, Todd stood like a soldier at attention, so stunned was he with its impact. But Nicole wanted to bring the fight to a climax. One last punch would do it, and her trusty right fist indeed finished the job off. She punched him full and straight in the face, and he went down like a skittle.
Nicole stood over the man she had just knocked unconscious, both fists aloft in triumph. She posed over him for Hinako, moving her hips first one way, then the other, to emphasise her womanly curves, while the vanquished male lay at her feet.
At last, with Todd stirring, she placed her right foot on his face and began to count, still with both fists raised in triumph. She counted to three, and asked gloatingly if he were okay. At six she asked if he’d been beaten up by a girl – again “just like when we were dating”. At 9, she declared they would always have the moment when she knocked him out, and at 10 she told him he wasn’t “man enough” to fight her. Then: “Two promises kept, one to go.”
Not bothering to raise him to his feet this time, Nicole just brought his head up high enough to place it between her thighs. With despair, Todd realised he was in for a standing head scissor. Her arms may have felt strong enough, but they were nothing compared to the strength of her long, shapely, toned thighs. She wallowed in her dominance, pirouetting like a ballerina for Hinako, while the hapless man spluttered and gasped in the relentless grip of her thighs.
Eventually Nicole allowed him to drop onto his front, but demanded he turn onto his back. It was like old times, as his former girlfriend lay over him in a schoolgirl pin. She insisted that he submit, or she would do a 10 count. He readily submitted, but guess what? She did a 10 count anyway, commenting on her victory as she did, and concluding that she knew why she had dumped “this loser”.
Nicole stood over him once more, and contemptuously kicked sand in his face. Then she made him get up and take his shorts off. Ignoring his defeat boner, she smiled strangely at him, and stroked him under the chin. Todd shook with terror. He knew that look, and he knew what was coming. Sure enough, her knee crunched into his balls. His devilish ex-girlfriend smiled sweetly as she mercilessly finished him off in the old, inevitable way.
Nicole’s command that he lie on his back wasn’t necessary, because she put him there with that last blow. Sitting on his face, she took hold of his cock and remarked how small it was. (Of course it was – she’d just kneed him in the balls!) Nevertheless, it began to respond to her ministrations.
Pleased with the results of her handiwork, and knowing where it would lead, she ordered him to say that Nicole had beaten him up and made him cum. Hinako moved in close to capture the moment from above, and she eagerly awaited the dénouement. Nicole moved her hand faster and faster, willing the beaten man to cum. It didn’t take long, and Todd cried loud and clear during his orgasmic shudders:
“Yes, Nicole beat me up and made me cum.”
“That was total domination,” declared Hinako as the two women hugged beside Todd, still supine.
“Easiest fight I’ve ever had,” responded Nicole, before her girlfriend raised her right fist and declared her to be “the winner, by total domination.”
They walked off, talking and laughing, with Todd still motionless on his back.