Beaten Up by Kyla 
by Ibfeysaat


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The moment I met her I was smitten. She was so beautiful, young, vibrant,
strong, and confident. Her name is Kylie and she forever changed my
existence. In a nutshell, she beat me up and has turned me into her slave.
She is so cruel.

My name is Kyle and I own a Baskin-Robbins in a college town. Last week
Kylie,  a new freshman came in for an ice cream cone. It was a quiet
Tuesday afternoon and I was all alone. She ordered a strawberry cone and we
got to talking. She introduced herself as Kylie and I laughed and mentioned
that my name was Kyle. She was so tan and firm looking. She was wearing a
white tank top and she had muscular looking shoulders and biceps. I mean
she was V shaped. She was about 5 foot 7 inches tall and weighed about 130
pounds. But she looked so strong. So I asked her if she worked out. She
surprised me with her answer. Kylie told me that she likes to box as a
workout. Instantly, I began to develop an erection. I was always attracted
to athletic women, but she liked to box. Something about that just turned
me on. I have never been in a fight since childhood and I wasn't very good.
But the thought of her punching me out was mesmerizing. Apparently, I was
just imagining it and she asked what I was thinking. I giggled and admitted
that I was picturing her boxing and that it startled me. You know that you
are so pretty, I can't imagine you getting hit in the face. She giggled and
said that rarely happens. Kylie was licking her ice cream cone as she
spoke. Then, I asked her if she ever boxed men. She said that she just
sparred with them but nothing serious. Kylie added that she would love to
beat up a man for real. I stupidly followed up with questioning what would
happen if she boxed me. I stand almost 6 feet tall and weigh about 190
pounds. I'm much bigger than she is. The smiling girl licked her ice cream
cone and asked if I had any boxing experience. No, not really I replied.
She smiled and said "well, then I guess I would beat the shit out of you."
I foolishly doubted that. She smiled and asked me if I wanted to try and
box against her. She seemed excited about the possibility. We decided to
box on Thursday morning at my house. She mentioned that she would bring the
gloves.

That day and night I couldn't stop thinking about our upcoming fight. And
then I would get a boner. I'm not sure why. Later that evening, I
masturbated furiously imagining her standing over me like Muhammad Ali. You
know that picture, the one where he looks like he is ready to help his
victim up. It was all so innocent but I came like I was a teenager.

Thursday morning came mighty quickly. Kylie showed up on time and asked me
if I was serious. She gave me one chance to back out. Unfortunately, I
neglected to accept my salvation. She said ok and we went down to the
family room for our bout. Kylie wore a pair of pink boxing trunks and pink
gloves and she looked so feminine. She accentuated her outfit with a black
sports bra. I wore a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. I was given a pair
of black boxing gloves. She handed me a mouth guard saying that I would
need it. I was still thinking that this was going to be gentle and fun and
sexy. I was in over my head. That wasn't what she was planning at all.
Kylie spoke right before we began.

"My father told me that I would meet guys like you. I don't get it. Why in
the world would anyone 'want' to get beaten up. Is it because I'm a girl?
Does it turn you on to get beaten up by a woman? You think this is all
going to be fun and games. It will be for me. It won't for you. This is a
living fantasy for me. I'm going to beat the shit out of you and it seems
like you want me to. Don't you? DON'T YOU?"

Yes, I quietly muttered. She smiled and said good. I was ready. At least I
thought I was. Kylie came at me with a vengeance. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.
She began with a bunch of stiff jabs to my face. Even the ones I blocked,
my gloves bounced off my face. She wasn't messing around. I attempted to
throw a few punches of my own. Kylie easily batted my weak attempts away.
Then she went downstairs with piston punches to my gut. Left right left
right left right left right uuugggh! This wasn't powder puff, this was a
serious beating. I was getting winded and hurting too. For the next 30
seconds she just unloaded on me. Punches to the face, slugs to the body,
shots to my arms and I was having no luck in stopping her. She cleanly
pummeled my face from all those body blows. And worse, I tasted blood. At
first it was impressive but quickly devolved into painful and frightening.
I lowered my guard and she ripped an uppercut which buckled me. A right
cross dropped me.

"Get up so I can give you more of the same." I said that I had had enough.
"Get up you pussy. I'm just getting warmed up. I will beat the shit out of
you if you lay there. Get up pussy boy!" Against my better judgment, I got
up and she let me have it. A slew of shots to my body softened me up and
another uppercut and I lightly sat back down.

"Please, no more. You win. You have beaten me up and I don't want to fight
anymore. Please give me a break. Please."

"I'll tell you what. You want some mercy. Kiss my foot. Worship my toes
with your tongue. Go on pussy boy, kiss my foot."

As humiliating as it was, it was better than getting beaten up even worse.
So I licked and kissed her stinky feet. I worshipped her toes with loving
affection. I actually wanted to please her. After a few minutes, she kicked
me lightly in the face and yelled that I suck at foot licking. She told me
to get up. She intended on beating me up again. I pleaded with her for
mercy but the look on her face was one not to be trifled with. Kylie really
pounded me when I got up. She didn't even give me a chance. Lefts and
rights to the body knocked the wind out of me. Then jab jab jab jab jab jab
hitting me in the face. Some to the nose. Some to the mouth. Kylie bloodied
my nose and made me tear up. She stopped for a moment and said.

"Are you going to cry? Awww I'm sowwy, I didn't mean to make you cwy!" And
then she burst out laughing and firing more painful jabs to my face. She
was so innocent looking yet relentless in her destruction of me and my
manhood. I felt more tears. They were pouring out of my eyes. But that was
because of the wounds to my nose. She giggled and then nailed me with a
right cross, left hook, and a right uppercut. They were really vicious and
I got knocked down. I looked up at her and broke down and began crying.

"Please I'm begging you. Ohhh God, you really hurt me badly. I can't take
any more. Oh God you have beaten me up so badly. Uncle Uncle Uncle. Please,
I am fucking begging you for mercy." I held my face and cried into my
gloves. A moment later, Kylie gently kicked me in the face again to get my
attention. Gone were her pink boxing trunks. She had on just a pair of pink
bikini panties. She kicked me flat on my back and stood over me. She smiled
and bent forward and facesat me.

"Suck me. Lick my gooey panties. Worship your conqueror. Eat my dripping
little cunt like you love her. Do it right or I will knock you out cold and
then make you do it again."

I sniffed and kissed and licked her damp fragrant panties as if my very
future depended on it. She smelled sweet and a little bit pungent. Kylie
wiggled her hips to and fro and used me for her sexual glee. She smothered
me. I couldn't see anything but her panties were getting saturated. This
was better than kissing her feet. And I realized that my boner was
returning. She took off her gloves and pulled my face wherever she deemed
necessary. Then she stopped and pushed back a little.

"I told you to lick me like you like it. Not some lame ass attempt to fool
me. Now, you're really gonna get it.I am going to hurt you badly. I'm going
bust your face. You ready. God knows you want it and deserve it."

I was screaming and crying as she punched me in the nose 4 or 5 times.
Pleading for mercy with every fiber of my being. But, to no avail. A moment
later everything went dark. She had knocked me out cold. I was out for
close to a minute before opening my eyes and crying like a baby. She had
beaten me up so thoroughly, so completely, so savagely, that I just cried
my eyes out. And then I felt her weight as she sat on me again. She was
naked as the day she was born. Kylie slithered her hairy bush towards my
mouth and I understood what was expected. And then everything went black
again and I licked her quivering quim like the beaten loser that I was. I
did better at this and she began screaming and creamed me. 4 or 5 times. I
came untouched into my own pants. She laughed at me when she saw my stain
expanding.

Afterwards, she laughed and said "that was fun. If you want me to beat you
up again, maybe I'll fuck you afterwards. A few weeks later, she beat me up
even worse. Unfortunately, I didn't get to fuck her. But she strapped on a
dildo and fucked me stupid. And I came harder than I ever have before. Now,
I am her cunt licking bitch boy. At least I am well fed!


I am Spartacus!