Fatal Weakness

Mixed boxing, 220 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.

“Gentlemen,” the Grand Master began, “I have called this emergency meeting because our best agent and dear friend,” - he had difficulty keeping the emotion out of his voice – “Blue Justice, has resigned his post.”

There were groans and cries of astonishment, but the Grand Master stilled them with a calming gesture of his hand, before continuing:

“Those two … WOMEN, Katie and Kitty, have destroyed his confidence, and he took the noble decision to resign, because he believed he was no longer of any use to us. He now works as a window cleaner – yes, Brother Johnson, what is it?”

“Does he wear his mask, speedo and blue boots while he’s cleaning windows?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” the Grand Master answered, irritably, “Blue Justice only ever wears a mask, speedo and blue boots.” Really, Brother Johnson asked the most annoying questions sometimes.

“To continue,” he went on, “I think we’re all agreed that we can’t allow these two … WOMEN to insult us in this way.” (There were nods and murmurs of assent all round.) “On the occasion that Blue Justice fought Kitty, she pulled off his speedo and exposed him. [‘Shame, shame.’] When he fought Katie for the second time, she grabbed his … she got hold of him by the … that place where a man is most sensitive, and has his basest desires. She was so rough with it – him – that I’m afraid the worst thing happened.”

“You mean he succumbed?” asked one of the attendees, Brother Nichols.

“Yes, all over the place.”

Tuts, murmurs of “Poor Blue Justice” and shaking of heads all round.

“I’ll fight her if you like,” one of the company enthusiastically volunteered.

“You would, you randy old goat,” muttered his neighbour under his breath, so the Grand Master wouldn’t hear.

“Ah, Brother Truman,” said that worthy, “Always so brave and so loyal. But, gentlemen, that will not be necessary. I have not been idle. Do you know the name, Angus McNeil?”

“Didn’t he get sent to prison for robbery with violence?”

“Yes, Brother Douglas, but he was released last week. Now, these two fiends run an escort agency. McNeil will visit Kitty – I think the easier of the two – having made an appointment for a ‘massage and all the works’ for 8 o’clock this evening. He will have with him £500 of our money to pay her, but once he has beaten her up, he will take it back again as our payment to him, and this courtesan will have lost her money too! Gentlemen, I think that in a few hours’ time, we will have restored the pride, not only of this ministry, but of the male sex as a whole!”

Among the exclamations of “Brilliant”, “Great idea” and “Wow,” there was one voice of caution. Brother Johnson again!

“I agree that usually, if you want someone beaten up in a dark alley with no questions asked, McNeil is your man. He may be under average height, but he’s as strong as a lion and he fights like a terrier. But he has one fatal weakness.”

“And what’s that?” demanded the Grand Master, struggling to keep his temper.

“Women. There were three of them that committed that violent robbery, right? Have you ever wondered why McNeil was the only one to go to prison? Well, they were running to the car that was waiting for them, with its engine running, when a woman dropped her handbag on the pavement. The other two carried on running, but McNeil stopped and stared at her arse as she bent over to pick up her things that had spilled out of it. The police caught up with him and arrested him, but they never did get the other two. No, I’m sorry, but he’s only got to see bum and tit, and he’s helpless.”

“Do you dare to question my judgement?” thundered the Grand Master. “And to use such disgusting words in one of our meetings? Get out sir! You are suspended from our proceedings!”

*****

“So he likes bum and tit, does he?” Kitty asked the mole that she and Katie employed to spy on the ministry. “Well I can supply those, with some to spare.”

“Yes all right, don’t keep on,” the mole (who the girls called “Miff”) replied.

“Okay, here’s the plan. When he rings the doorbell, you answer the door on your way out. As he comes through the hallway, I’ll drop this pack of playing cards on the floor, and bend down to pick them up. The first thing he’ll see we’ll be my arse in the air.”

Kitty was right. McNeil entered the hallway, went through to the living room – and there was this delectable piece of prime rump greeting him.

“Hiya, darling!” Kitty sang out, “I’ll be with you in a moment. That clumsy butler just dropped these playing cards on the floor when he went to answer the bell. Make yourself comfortable.”

McNeil needed to get the thing done quickly, and get out. He tried to concentrate.

“I’ll just take my jacket off, thanks,” he croaked.

“Is that all?” she teased. I was hoping you were going to take off more than that.”

Oh, what the hell, why not? He had time for sex first … surely? He tore off his clothes, and put the money envelope on a table.

“Well, what a lovely sight!” laughed Kitty, approaching him and making her breasts sway with each step. It drove McNeil’s erection up several more notches.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” he asked, his voice quaking with desire.

“In a little while. Don’t you like my outfit?”

“Well yes, of course.

“Good. Do you like the way it moulds itself around my tits?”

He couldn’t answer, because by now she was standing against him, her nipples pushing into his chest. He felt her breasts, half with his bare hands, and half through the maddeningly thin material of her leotard, and he almost sobbed with pleasure. She reached down and lightly touched his cock, making him gulp.

“Such a nice cock,” she mused, “it seems a shame, really.”

“What does?” he asked, puzzled.

“THIS,” she replied, slamming her knee up hard into his balls, with a hideous slapping sound.

McNeil’s head swam with the waves of pain that seemed to reach as far as his toes and ear lobes, from the eruption at his balls. His blurred vision just about took in an ominous look of hostility on her face, as she swung her right fist into his jaw. The hook almost had him over, as he lurched and stumbled to his right. Before he had properly righted himself, her left fist dived into his stomach.

Gasping and retching, McNeil retreated. He was disorientated, and psychologically dominated by the woman. It was a physical dominance too, and she punched him in the eye to emphasise the point. It swelled up instantly and turned purple-black, to her satisfaction.

Kitty hadn’t known anger such as she now felt for a long time. This jailbird had booked her high-class services, at an agreed price, while all the time intending to beat her up, and steal the money back! Her knuckles dug into his mouth – it felt as if her whole fist was in it actually, such was the force of the blow.

He had to get away. But, curse it, he was naked! Never mind. If he could just escape, say, to the bathroom, he could lock himself in there, at least to collect his thoughts and recover a bit. But it would help if he knew where it was. Come to that, where was she?

“Going somewhere?” he heard, and he turned around 45 degrees to where the sound came from. Kitty was waiting for him, her right fist poised. It smashed into his chin, in a perfect cross that he would have admired, had he not been on the receiving end. She had outwitted him, moving to the side during his confusion, and it had given her time to balance expertly on her toes. It felt to him as if her whole body weight lay in that punch, and he found himself tumbling backwards, then drifting…

Kitty stared down at the man she had just knocked out. It was even more gratifying than giving him a black eye, and gradually her mood improved. By the time McNeil came round, she was ready to enjoy the scene. As he looked up and focused on her, she tutted and shook her head.

“That’s a nasty black eye little Kitty’s just given you, and your chin’s all puffed up and bruised, too. Still, it’s nice to see you’ve still got an erection. Did little Kitty’s punches do that to you, too? Dear oh dear! But thank you for the money. It’s nice to get paid for having so much fun!”

“Give me that money, bitch!”

“Fight me for it then,” she told him, readying her fists.

Swearing and cursing her, McNeil got none too steadily to his feet; but she had dulled his wits, and she was able to choose her target. It was his chin again, with a left cross every bit as good as the right cross that had knocked him out. He staggered, just managing to stay on his feet. Once more, she didn’t give him enough time to steady himself properly, but she was in again with “Katie’s party piece”. It was a combination of her left knee into his balls and her right fist on his face, and it was devastating. While his body shuddered at the effect of the missile to his balls, his head swung his neck and back in the direction of her punch.

“That felt good,” Kitty told him, grimly, “but my right knee and left fist feel left out, so here we go again!” McNeil yelped in pain, as her merciless fist and stockinged knee surged into the attack once more.

She now turned to damaging his face further, with a straight right on the nose. Tears welled in his eyes at the nasty blow she gave him. Next, he shouted in pain as a left cross from her slammed into the bruise she had already given him on his chin. Then she got him in his “good” eye.

One more should do it, she thought, watching him lurch about like a clown trying to stand on stilts. She waited for him to be still, then let him have it. It was a rising right hook, and it had him off his feet and landing for the second time on his back.

Disappointed not to have knocked him out, Kitty decided to finish off the job. She sat low on his stomach, deliberately so his rigid cock rubbed against her buttocks, and set about his face with her fists. It took two punches to dispatch him, and two vibrations of those magnificent buttocks on his cock to make him cum. With a yell he exploded, shuddered, then passed out.

Kitty stood over him, posing with her elegant stiletto heel on his balls. Then she walked a couple of paces from him, and took one last, satisfied look back at him before going to put the cash in the safe. Well, he’d booked a “massage with all the works”, and in a way it’s what she had just given him.!