The Agony of Da Feet [A.U.] from *abeatenman*

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The Agony of Da Feet

Moldy's arm and shoulder throbbed with a searing fire.  It was a burning sheet of flaming pain that extended  from the center of his oily back to the fingers on his tortured left hand.   The smell of feminine foot lingered in his nostrils and the taste of oily pit floor filled his mouth as Sultry transferred her weight to the manicured toes of her left foot and pressed down on his cheek.   

Raising her arm bar higher she increased still further the downward pressure on the crippling wristlock that was bringing tears to the swollen slits of his rapidly blackening eyes. 

Again he screamed his surrender, this time adding a wailing moan of please at it's tortured end.  And once again his anguished cries were met with same violent shudder of his partner's incredible body he'd felt with each of his previous pleas for mercy. 

"More Cox, beg me some more" she cooed as his arm fell lifelessly to the floor beside him.  "Beg me like you mean it this time" she added sitting heavily on his back and cupping her hands beneath his chin. 

Her softly whispered, "Make me believe you." breathed teasingly in his ear as she pulled upwards on his chin brought still another gushing spurt of semen pounding against the front of his sweat stained tights.

"What will you be cooking for us tonight in that kitchen you said I'd be heading to"  she asked in the same huskily whispered tone.   

His muffled scream in reply of, "Anything, Anything, Please, Please,  I'll make anything you want only please no more",  sent another shuddering climax thundering through her muscular body.   

This one was seismic, the after shocks of the titanic climax  coursed through her oiled body violently,  each shuddering shock wave raising still further the searing heat burning at her center.

Each one had gotten progressively  stronger and each one was making her ever hungrier for the next.   She was now a raging inferno, her body alive as never before and ravenous in it's arousal.  Sliding  the forearm of her muscular arm under his throat Sultry pulled Moldy's head and torso upwards until his shoulders met her aching breasts.   

Rubbing herself madly against his rump as his back arched beneath her she whispered anew her desire to hear more of his pleading.

The ability to resist her withering non stop assault had long ago deserted Moldy.  Now with the Masked Mauler's breathing restricted by the Widow Maker's vice like choke hold his ability to beg had gone AWOL as well..  The tortured grunts and coughed sobs that did escape him did nothing to ease the mind numbing pain in his bowed back nor even come close to fulfilling his female tormentor's demands.    And perhaps worse still to the battered investigator. from beneath he could  feel  himself still stiffer than an Englishman's upper lip and another healthy load inching towards the firing chamber. 

A "coming" event that he would never have believed he'd be dreading.

At least he wouldn't have believed it  fifteen or so minutes ago.   But almost from the moment he'd heard the announcer's command to begin and the two had hurtled themselves towards each other as though propelled by twin explosions he had been the victim of an almost constant stream of ever more weakening discharges.  And at the most bizarre and inappropriate of times to boot. 

Moldy was almost as confused over his obvious arousal at being thrashed by Sultry as he was at the fact that she was the one doing the thrashing.    Yet there was no denying it, he was thoroughly aroused.  And there was no doubt what so ever that he was being thoroughly thrashed. 

That had begun almost the second they'd first locked up. 

Sultry had hurtled herself at him, coming at him  as longingly as she had in any of the dreams he'd been having  of her the last two months.  He had come at her every bit as quickly and with every bit as much of a burning desire to reach her as he'd had in those eruptive dreams of Wonder Woman.  Their moment of contact had been as explosive for him as any one of those that had torn him from the arms of sleep, awakening him to sticky sheets. 

Her arms were in his hands and his arms in hers, they were straining against one another, each pushing forward like two opposing locomotives.  The pasties covering the protruding nipples of her bouncing breasts shimmied up and down tantalizingly, mere inches from his staring eyes.  The muscles in her straining arms pulsed against his grasping fingers, growing ever larger and harder until he felt they would almost certainly burst through his grip.   

The first of his debilitating eruptions occurred at the same moment her legs began driving forward and he felt himself being pushed backwards towards the far wall of the pit.  By the time his back slammed up against the wall and she collided into him his raging erection was spraying his tights with rapid fire bursts of semen.

The momentary relaxation of his grip that coincided with the appearance of stains on the front of his wrestling attire was all the time Sultry needed to suddenly pull her arms free of his grasp and to wrap them around her leaking partner's center.  Pulling him tight to her she began to squeeze as her knuckles dug deeply into his lower back.

He found himself pressed firmly against her, the  sharp crystals of her pasties silver glitter stabbing at him like a thousand tiny arrows piercing his chest as her breasts flattened against his middle.

There was a sudden stabbing pain in his lower back where her fists were driving into his spine.  His back arched and he let fly the first of what would be literally dozens of  pained aaarghs".   The convulsing spurts of escaping seed continuing unabated as his distressed cry echoed above the din of the chanting crowd.   

He was stunned at being so easily overpowered by his smaller opponent and dazed by the confusing combination of  the sudden onset  of sharp pain mixed with the anesthetizing dreaminess of his erotic discharge.    As the shock of the sudden pain eased he'd relaxed in her grip, wrapping his arms around the Widow Maker's head and sagging  in her vice like hug. 

Sultry  moaned in frenzied ecstasy as his body yielded to hers.  The  stirrings of carnal yearning she'd been feeling since entering the Pit  had been growing hotter with each of his backward steps, but not since that night  she'd laid  in bed listening to Moldy drone on about his crushing defeat in Gert Wilcox's Herculean arms had she felt this kind of intense heat.  With her opponent now succumbing to her strength, wilting like a dead flower in her arms, that heat was a burning ember  attacking her loins. 

Craving his body crushed to hers,  she again pulled him tight, digging her knuckles into the small of Moldy's back,  this time grinding her groin against his as she thrust her hips forward and lifted him from the ground.   

The heat exploded into a fiery burst of feminine juices with his second wailing cry of "aaargh". 

Waves of ecstasy washed across her  while his back again arched and a third pained moan escaped him.  Shudder after delightful shudder radiated outward from her core as Moldy's banshee like wail of,   "pleeeasee my baaaackk",   croaked from his breathless lips. 

When he'd desperately wrapped his legs around her waist in a vain attempt to lessen the pressure and again sagged in a breath starved heap against her she'd whispered her first in a series of huskily breathed demands to hear more of his sobs.

A request Moldy would do his best to accommodate over the next quarter hour as his shapely partner assaulted his body with one painful hold after another,   

In spite of his pain, and in spite of his confusion at being so completely overpowered by the smaller Sultry, Moldy managed to think clearly enough to force his palms under Sultry's chin.  With his last breath he shoved outward as hard as he could in a desperate attempt to break her bear hug.  As he pushed off she relaxed her grip and he felt himself sliding down towards the floor.  Releasing his legs from about her waist, he was about to extend  them to stop his slide  when her hands suddenly grasped both his ears and forced his head down towards her fast rising knee..  The knee caught the surprised Moldy flush in the nose, there was a quick flash of blinding pain and then everything momentarily went black.  When the blackness lifted and he again could focus his teary eyes he found himself on his knees with his ears still firmly in the grasp of special agent Dina Sultry. 

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His bloodied nose was buried in the tiny patch of Leopard skin material that passed for the Widow Makers costume.

His pained and mumbled cry of "foul" changed to a scream of agony when her clasped fists crashed down between his shoulder blades.  He would scream out in pain twice more as she repeated the double fisted blow over and then over again.  He managed to get his head tilted upwards before the third chop crashed into his back and he was treated to the vision of her glittery silver pasties bobbing up and down  as her  wildly bouncing tits followed the arc of her swinging arms.  The hypnotically bobbing breasts were the last thing he saw before her knee again crashed into his flattened nose knocking him to his aching  back. 

He lay there moaning, with his  darkened eyes swelling shut and  blood spilling  from his nose.   looking like the loser in a heavyweight boxing match rather than a participant in a mixed oil wrestling exhibition,  while Sultry circled his prostrate form looking like a hungry  predator about to eat it's most recent kill. 

A shapely predator, flexing it's biceps and  growling up at the stunned spectators. 

The crowd, which had been screaming itself into a collective hoarseness since the announcer's command to begin wrestling was momentarily quieted with the bloody turn of the so far one sided match.    Though most of them had witnessed Sultry's wrestling prowess and seen first hand her savageness,  this was a display of strength and brutality not here to fore shown by the new club Champion in her previous matches.  This sort of complete dominance, dominance over a challenger who had appeared to be in far better shape than her earlier opponents, was totally unexpected.  And the complete disregard she was showing for the few rules that existed to govern these matches was another side of the curvaceous Champion that she hadn't shown before.  They were stunned to a man.

Stunned to a man with one notable exception. 

Off in a corner at a table normally reserved for VIPs a dense cloud of acrid cigarette smoke clung to a tall gaunt figure who seemed not at all surprised by Sultry's strength and dominance.  A man who appeared totally unsurprised  by her vicious tactics and  overwhelming power though he had watched every single one of her matches so far.  Almost as if he expected it.  He was a man who seemed to be actually quite pleased with the way the match was progressing.. 

That pleasure was evident on the smile which twisted his long somber face into a cruel mask and the stack of crisp 100 dollar bills he was discretely passing to the Club's management.  Evident in his instructions that the money be used to see to it that the referees would turn a blind eye towards Sultry's vicious tactics.  And evident in his demand that no one  be allowed to interfere on Moldy's behalf.

Interference that the beleaguered Moldy could have sorely used.   

His brief recline on the oily floor was interrupted by a missile like elbow driven into his solar plexus by Sultry as she crashed down next to him.  The by now only semi conscious investigator sat up and managed part of a breathlessly grunted  "please no more" that was rudely interrupted when two delicately manicured sets of fingers pulled up on his chin and a  hard feminine knee drove into the center of his back.

His pained grunt was cut short when her surprisingly chiseled right arm slid around his throat closing off his air in mid OOF.  Then, sliding to her delicious rump, the curvy tigress in the Leopard skin loin cloth wrapped both her shapely legs around the sputtering Moldy's waist.  Leaning back she stretched her hapless opponent across the curves of her torso, pulling him tight to her with his neck firmly held in the crook of her elbow.   The rock like swell of her bicep and the hard bone of her forearm further restricting the already breathless investigator's air supply. 

This time the sharp crystals of  the pasties covering her nipples scratched at his upper back and the pressure was coming from the two python like feminine legs wrapped around his waist,  but the result were the same as the bear hug.  Coupled with her stranglehold on his neck and the amazing pressure her muscular legs exerted he was again in pain and again starving for air to replenish his quickly tiring muscles. 

All that he could do was moan weakly and clutch at her strangling arm, gasping out  a frog like  "Please Dina I can't breath".  The rasping sob bringing a second thundering climax surging through the Widow Maker's hourglass form,  each sensual shudder bringing a momentary tightening to the arm crushing his throat and the legs squeezing his center like two mating Boa Constrictors.

Sultry was intoxicated by the sensuous waves of womanly pleasure racking her tingling body.  "More"  she screamed aloud as the last wave of pleasure subsided with a final squeeze to the groaning Moldy's  throat.

The by now almost completely demoralized Moldy's frantic clutching at her arm was nothing more than a pathetic clawing as the strength in his air starved body continued to ebb.  His nose, broken by her smashing knee was inoperable and his throat, constricted by her powerful arm, wasn't getting much more air into his body.  A body that was being literally crushed between the legs of his long time colleague and the recent object of his dreams.   He was as confused  by her viciousness as he was her dominance.   Why is she doing this to me kept floating through his hazy mind.

Placing her lips to his ear Sultry's heavily breathed whisper of  "More Cox, I want to hear more"  sent a shiver down his spine.  To his stunned horror the shiver sent another spurting burst of semen oozing out the waist band of his gold tights.  He groaned involuntarily as the thick fluid seeped towards his navel.  The groan in turn bringing a second breathy "More" from Sultry.  She licked his ear teasingly before breathing her lustful demand.

His "Please Sultry, stop,   I give up, you win"  was like a red cape being waved at a charging bull to his aroused partner.   

"I'm just getting started Cox"  she blew in a barely audible whisper.  Then releasing both her grips she slid from beneath him and stood.  "So on your feet partner,  I want more of you."  she grunted while grabbing two handfuls of his hair and pulling up. 

She added an ominous "Much much more" as she jerked him painfully to his feet.

The black eyed investigator stood wavering like a willow reed in a storm .  His body swayed unsteadily as his now heavily sweating female opponent held firm to his hair, painfully pulling at it to keep him on his feet.  Moldy's hands clutched at Sultry's vainly attempting to pry them from his tangled hair.  Still more pained whimpers escaped his lips while he weakly pawed at her wrists. 

The whimpers turned to a deep throated grunt when she suddenly grabbed his hands in hers, interlocking their fingers tightly, while at the same time driving her busy knee up into the pit of his stomach.  His body was  lifted upwards before slumping forward towards Sultry's tantalizingly curved body with both arms extended over head, held aloft by her iron grip on his hands.  The slumping was interrupted with his bleeding nose just inches away from the  two inviting mounds  of Sultrys Pasties covered bouncing female flesh  as she jerked up on his hands.  His arms were at first straightened, then she reversed directions swinging his arms down in a wide arc.  The direction  changed again when his arms reached bottom and she pushed up from underneath, bending his wrists painfully.   

Howling in pain Moldy jumped to the balls of his feet with his wrists bending at an unnatural angle from underneath and  still being forced upwards by his muscular tormentor.   His tearful eyes locked on hers and he again repeated his surrender.  "Please" he sobbed adding  "I Give, I Give, I Give" , repeating the phrase over and over and over again as Sultry danced him on tip toe across the slippery pit floor

His tearful sobs of surrender brought a fresh tide of juicy desire washing across Sultry's magnificent body.  "More",  she roared, again reversing the arc of her arms, this time swinging them up before pushing down once again.  The downward pressure from above brought the pleading Moldy to his knees.

 His wrists, bent now so far back that Moldy was positive they would snap,  were on fire. "Pleeeeassseee"  he wailed  in a high pitched scream.  "Please Sultry stop, you're  breaking my wrists".

"Is this better" she asked in a throaty purr as she released his hands and grabbed his head,  grinding it nose first into her Leopard skin patch. 

The tortured Moldy, his face buried in female crotch.  could only respond with a muffled "Mmmphh" to his Partner's teasing question.  His unintelligible surrender mumbled from between her thighs was  met by the now furiously rubbing Sultry in the same manner as his painfully sobbed one's had been a moment before.  They were ignored and instead greeted with another hoarse bellow of "MORE".  The roar accompanied by the tremor of another monumental female climax

When the shudders racking her subsided she  released his head and stepped back as if to study her handiwork.  Moldy, looking like a man who had just gone three falls with a Bengal Tiger  rather than 7 minutes with a 135 pound  woman collapsed forward to his hands and knees. 

From somewhere above him a barely audible    "I said I want more"  drifted down to his ears.

He managed a  feeble "I can't fight any more, you've won."  before his weight became to much for his sore wrists to support  and he dropped to his stomach. 

"I WANT MORE.BEGGING YOU IDIOT"   she'd suddenly yelled in a voice so loud and shrill it  brought complete silence to the crowded room.  An angry kick to Moldy's stomach Lou Grosa would have been proud of accompanied the thundering demand.

When the prostrate Moldy neither begged nor moved the impatient Sultry straddled his body and gathered up a twitching leg under each of her powerful arms.  When she had them securely locked she leaned back and began to amuse herself by seeing how far back towards his head she could pull his legs.   She had completed 3/4 of her quest to bend him into a perfect O by the time the pain in his back re-invigorated  her battered  partner. 

A shrill male howl of  "AIYEEEE" accompanied by frantic pounding on the mat was her reward for her efforts.   MORE!!  the shapely special investigator bellowed as the pain crazed Moldy beat his fists on the pit floor and cried out his pleading surrender.

"No more please, I'm begging you please stop" ,  Moldy sobbed beneath her as his back neared the point at which he felt it would surely snap in two.  Amazingly, through his pain, tears and confusion, he'd felt himself once again growing hard and stiff in his nether regions adding to his sense of humiliation and helplessness.

His sobbed pleas were sending  shivers of pleasure up and down Sultry's spine.  Releasing his legs the relentlessly attacking Widow Maker stood and took the beleaguered Moldy's limp hand in her grasp.  As the pain in his back subsided, thinking that his surrender was finally being accepted,  he began to climb off the floor,  thanking her profusely  for her assistance as he scrabbled to his knees.

Before the grateful Moldy was half way through his sobbed expression of thanksgiving his arm was roughly twisted above his shoulder and his wrist was bent in an excruciatingly painful wristlock.   From there he was again forced to his stomach.  Again his pleas were ignored leading only to another climax for Sultry and a fresh demand for more begging.  That latest demand  was delivered as she sat upon his back pulling up on his chin which was cradled in her muscular arm. 

And that is, if memory serves me correctly,  about where this chapter began.  Sultry's full mouth circling Moldy's, ear breathing demands to hear  more begging and him on the floor beneath her being bent painfully while semen leaked in spurting gushes from his gold tights. 

And that is also where the begging began in earnest.  As his latest eruption subsided the tortured Moldy finally found his voice.   He was beyond humiliation and would do anything to satisfy her. 

"I am begging you Sultry" he sobbed,.  "I'll do anything you want only please , please, please, don't hurt me anymore". 

The pain suddenly subsided and he felt her weight leave his body.  A second later he was being rolled to his back by the same manicured foot that had rested on his face moments earlier.  Looking up through swollen eyes he was treated to the sight of a leopard skin loin patch descending towards his face.   

Another second  later the smell of foot that had assailed his blood clogged nostrils just a minute or so before was replaced by the pungent odor of female arousal as Sultry settled herself regally upon his broken nose.  Her terms of surrender were simple and clear.

"Lick", she commanded  in a lusty bellow.  "And don't stop begging while you do"

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   Continues in Chapter 4 
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