Poetry in motion

I left the office a little late. I knew I might see the start of a ball game if I took a shortcut through a nearby alley. One clue that this was a bad idea was when a bunch of tough teenage girls blocked my way. I turned around and there were more girls coming at me from that direction. Before I knew it, several pairs of female hands were holding each of my arms so tightly that I could hardly move them. Then girls hands were choking me until I passed out.

When I awoke, I was naked and many tough girls in gymnastic leotards were in a big room with me. I was told they are borrowing me for a ritual. Whenever they initiate a new member to this girl gang, she has to fight a man and beat him. One asked if I was up for this. The girl they wanted me to fight was 18 years old, slim and not at all scary. I smiled, knowing that she did not have a chance against me. I never had a fight in my life but because she was smaller and a teenage girl, I had no doubt that I would easily win. I agreed.

The girl smiled and said “Mister, because you are such a good sport, I would be happy to let you play with my titties before we begin.”

My hands gently caressed her firm breasts through thin lycra when her first punch stunned me. Her knee then smashed into my balls three times. I was in major pain now. It completely disoriented me. She just licked her lips as she used me as her punching bag. I shouldn’t have let myself be distracted by the sight of her firm, lycr clad breasts with their erect nipples, but I stared at them just a little too long. This allowed her fists to continue to batter my face and my body. How was she as a fighter? She was like poetry in motion.

This sweet young thing can’t do me too much harm, I arrogantly thought until she twisted my arm. One of her punches sunk deep into my belly, as if it was made of nothing but jelly. For a sudden change of pace, she kicked me twice, in my face. On the receiving end of Girl Power, I am no coward but I started to cower. I began this fight with dreams of rape, but soon I was the one who sought an escape. I was being beaten up by a lousy little slut, but instead of fighting back all I could do was grunt. That’s not quite true, in my hour of need, I was also, able to bleed. She was what I would call slim, but she managed to knock me off my feet. This babe turned out to be vicious, and to me this was surprisingly delicious. Beating me up was a breeze, when she smashed me repeatedly with her knees. Her knuckles battered into my face, she really put me in my place. A female assassin she appeared to resemble, and seeing this, I started to tremble. She acted so confidently and superior, when she noticed my undisguised fear of her. My face was a badly bruised mess, when with every punch she shouted “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I began to experience a great deal of fear, wondering “How can I get the hell out of here?” She found the secret to destroying a man, for her this fight was going according to plan. Her sexy black leotard reminded me, that I was being beaten up by a woman obviously. Our battle was her initiation, into a fighting female organization. I was hearing some girls cat calls, as her foot smashed me right in the balls. Girl gang members were laughing at me, as I struggled so helplessly. Our fight went into a different direction, when I found myself sporting an erection. Maybe I’m a little psychotic, but I found being beaten up by her to be quite erotic. The girl in tight leotard was a vision of feminine strength, which was all it took for my dick to increase its length. She’s the kind of woman I would like to date, I’m the kind of man she chose to emasculate. The only words spoken by this fierce bitch, was “Beating up men could be a way to get rich.” I guess I’m a masochist, who knows? when I didn’t mind too much as she struck me with her elbows. She reduced my self-respect, but despite it all, I stayed erect. I thought I was seeing stars, What’s next? Next stop’s Mars? She showed style and grace, when she bitch slapped me with no hesitation, not even a trace. She was performing a Master Class, in how to kick a grown man’s ass. I truly hoped this fight would never stop, when she knocked me out with a karate chop.