Beaten by a Muscular Amazon
SexyLark aka Tasha Commissioned for Femdomosophy.
A bronze Amazon woman flexed a biceps.
The kneeling man whimpered.
“Please Goddess. I beg you. Please Goddess. Mercy. Don’t beat me again.”
The muscular woman snickered but said nothing. Her sneer more eloquent than words.
“Worshipful Goddess, please don’t hurt me.”
The man’s desperate begging only aroused her. A potent aphrodisiac, his fear only made her more eager to punch and kick him.
“You want pain.”
“Look at your penis. It tells the truth.”
His penis betrayed him. He really did fear her pummeling fists. He also thrilled later, looking in the mirror. Seeing his black eyes, busted lips made him dizzy with a confused ecstasy.
Her last garment dropped the floor. Fully nude, her physical superiority overwhelmed the pleading man.
Glistening sinews, graceful lines down her thighs, thick biceps, tight waist, perfect stomach, a true Muscle Goddess.
She drew back her fist. No escape possible, the man froze.
Fist hit ear, leaving him half deaf.
She punched his upper body: shoulders and chest. His face would come last.
Two almost simultaneous punches to his belly knocked him over.
She kicked him, ordering him to rise. First his stomach, then his scrotal sac.
He stood. Weak, he wobbled.
She grabbed his neck. Holding him tightly, she pounded his face.
Sensing he was about to faint, she released him.
He lay on the floor. Sobbing so heavily he could barely breathe.
“Thanks for the workout.”
Hungry, she left to get a snack.
Slowly he would recover. She knew how inflict pain without ruining her property. He would feel her fists again.
He had begged to be her punching bag. Gave himself to her without limit or condition.
Originally posted 2017-09-30 06:01:07.