No Honor Among Champs (Patreon)

Commissioned by Superblue

Many men had set foot in that arena. Nearly all of them had been annihilated with zero fanfare. Of the few that ever managed a victory, it was guaranteed to be allowed on purpose, building them up just to be knocked down harder than ever. Without fail, this seemed to happen to every man who stepped foot in UFG before long.

Until he came around…

Danny Kalin was a greatly respected fighter who had dominated every circuit he tried his hand in, and owned black belts of the highest degree in several disciplines. His recognition was such that he was invited to compete in the Olympic qualifiers for wrestling, judo and taekwondo, in spite of the fact that he’d never strictly participated in any of the sports, being a lifelong mixed martial artist. And he took gold in all three, an unprecedented feat.

Before he’d hit his twenty-fifth birthday, he was a legend. But his incredible skill was also his biggest downfall in his eyes. He treated everyone he squared off against with respect and planned for them as though they’d be a legitimate challenge… but they never were. He would always defeat his opponents in under a minute, often within the first few seconds of a fight commencing. Fighting was his passion, but it was one that he’d become so good at, that the thrill seemed to be losing him.

Desperate for competition, he surprised many by starting to show up in underground leagues. And once she heard that a famed, prestigious fighter such as him was willing to take to seedy arenas for the sake of finding competition, Ms. Lin couldn’t help but make him an offer.

It’s likely that she didn’t expect even someone of his caliber to last long. Her women were more than just great fighters, they were supernaturally gifted. Their speed, strength, skill and athleticism were roughly as inhuman as their incredibly curvaceous proportions. Just as their bodies seemed far beyond what any mortal man or woman could rightly achieve, so too did their ability.

Surely then, even someone such as Kalin would fall to them… but he wasn’t frightened by what he’d heard of the many men that were humiliated in that arena. He was only all the more excited by the prospect. Finally, he had the competition he wanted.

And over the span of months, he rose up the ranks like no man before him. Even if one or two fights were handed to him, by the time his third came around there was no doubt he was winning definitively and genuinely. No victory came easily for him in that ring, but they came nonetheless, and though he never cracked a smile, he was having the time of his life.

He’d avoided - and in several cases, endured - the litany of low blows from Linea. He’d used his experience to best the green, yet dangerously innocent Mia. He used technique to counter the uncoordinated, but freakishly powerful Nao. And he was able to bear and escape the torturous holds of Filrina.

Four straight wins over regulars in the Ultimate Fighting Girls roster. That wasn’t a fluke… that was a staggering achievement. They did everything that worked on every other guy; attempting to overwhelm him with speed and brute force, repeated strikes to the groin, even attempting to seduce him when all else failed, but nothing seemed to work. They often got close, but none of them could defeat him.

And due to his demeanor and skill, he was earning a lot of respect, even friendship, within the UFG locker room, in spite of their repeated conditioning towards the inadequacy and weakness of men.

In fact, such was the admiration spreading towards Kalin, that rumors started to spread that the notoriously stoic and private talent scout Ento had begun to develop a crush. Of course, any girl overheard discussing this was swiftly choked out between her thighs… but the thought persisted nonetheless.

Finally, his hard work was rewarded in the form of a big-time match, his first main event… a big-time bout with the always stunningly popular seductress, Selene. And not just any match, but a high stakes one, in which the winner would become No. 1 Contender to Sherri’s UFG World Championship.

When the night came, Danny somehow maintained his focus and intensity in spite of the natural allure of her presence. Usually men would find themselves weak in the knees before she even made it to the cage, such was her beauty and sensuous nature… her entrance saw her stride out, her hips sashaying as the gorgeous blonde arrived in the white corset, thong and leggings that she called her ring gear. As saxophone music straight out of a cheesy porno blared, she hopped up onto the cage in a single bound and sat there with her back to the crowd, just to give them a good look at her famously shapely ass.

She carried herself with an incredible confidence, it eeked from her every move. No one enjoyed this side of the job in UFG more than her. She actually competed against men far more often than any other, much more commonly than she squared off with women, in spite of being considered among the upper echelon as a fighter. This was by choice… she enjoyed teasing and toying with horny men in that ring more than any other, always getting immense satisfaction from humiliating them, usually pinning them or making them pass out beneath her awesome backside.

If anyone was to test Danny’s discipline, it’d be her. And test it she did. As always she came on strong, gazing into his eyes and fluttering her eyelashes his way between every attack, which usually consisted of a powerful hip attack. He dodged many of these, but every once in a while, her impeccable booty smashed into his face or his chest… at one point it even managed to blast his groin, which as usual she followed up by holding it deep within his crotch, forcing him to feel just how soft and supple her cheeks were as they grinded against his manhood.

Still, much to her surprise, and impressively enough, he didn’t get erect, atleast not fully. This was a brand new experience for Selene, as she was accustomed to seeing the familiar bulge by the time she’d laid hands on a man, if not from the moment she set foot across the ring with them. To have her allure ignored to this extent was a shock, but an intriguing one for her… she fought on all the same.

It was quite an intense battle as well. She got significantly more shots in, but each blow Kalin landed came with incredible power and precision… much more damage than she was ever used to taking and perhaps wasn’t quite conditioned to as a result. Before long, she found herself getting a bit winded.

But that’s when she made a breakthrough… on a whim, she surprised him by changing things up, going for a chest bump rather than a hip attack, her huge breasts bouncing off his chest as she hit him with enough force to take him onto his backside, if only for a second. As he swiftly forced himself up, she noticed a bit of bounding in his karate pants. She smiled as nearly fifteen minutes into the match, she finally got her wish; he’d become hard in spite of his greatest efforts.

“I see, I see… so you’re more of a tit man.” she noted, trying to hide how hard she was breathing as she performed a little hop to make her massive bosoms bounce. “Well, well, well… I can more than provide you with that~”

With the greatest of ease, as though it was barely ever on to begin with, she pulled apart her corset, letting her huge titties spill free with a monumental reaction from the crowd. Even Danny couldn’t help but see this and freeze with a shocked gasp, as he didn’t expect her to go so far as to go topless for this. Selene knew she had to go for the victory right then and there, so she leapt forward to slam her breasts right into his face, bringing him down to his back as she landed on top of him.

She then pushed up off the ground and whipped around, her breasts swaying massively as she shoved her overwhelming backside into his face. With him pinned down, she grabbed at the front of his pants to rip them open and expose his now throbbing member. Selene proceeded to grab his legs to hoist them up towards her, pulling his groin closer as well.

“Get ready for a release~!” she declared as she bent over and took his powerful penis in between her soft, luscious tits.

Selene proceeded to take his balls gently into her hands as the thick, soft titflesh squeezed his member. Her breasts embraced his cock as they swayed up and down the length of his shaft…

She wasn’t even really sitting down on him with any force as she did this. In fact, she was barely putting any weight down on him at all, aside from his crotch. From her experience, any man would be powerless in this position all the same.

And indeed, it seemed to hold just as true for him as anyone else at that point. As her smooth bosom worked his member, Danny found himself groaning into her ass, his cock just as sensitive as anyone else’s at the end of the day. He knew that if she were to force an orgasm out of him, he’d be finished…

But he was more than just a disciplined fighter. Danny Kalin studied techniques both practical and mystical and as he was beneath her, he was able to take a deep breath, close his eyes and force his brain to effectively turn off his lust. The frenetic sensation around his penis didn’t quite diminish all the way, but it dulled significantly, and the power seemed to return to his muscles as well.

From there, he was able to give a shove to her backside, flipping her forward and onto her back. “Wh-what the Hell?!” she gasped, as Danny leaped up to his feet. She looked up, stunned, just in time to see his bare foot coming down on her face… with a powerful stomp, Danny managed to knock her out, ending the fight.

His hand was raised in victory, though he remained hunched over as he slowly rose to his feet, still looking focused and intense as ever. There was quite the expression of exertion on his face actually, in spite of the fact that by all means he should’ve been relaxing. He never wasted much time sticking around to celebrate his victories, but on this occasion he was particularly quick to bolt from the cage and head to the locker room, his erect manhood bobbing with every step.

When he finally found a private space, he collapsed to his knees and let out a deep exhale as his technique wore off, spurring on a deep ejaculation. His cock twitched wildly as he shot his seed all over the place. The orgasm was intense and lovely, but it left him concerned…

He’d earned a title shot. He had a chance at becoming the first-ever man to win any title in UFG history, and their top prize at that. His next fight was perhaps the biggest of his life and that was truly saying something. And perhaps, on skill and strength alone, he could beat her… the chance may be slim, but it seemed to be there.

But as he looked out at the cum which had spread all over the locker room, which he of course took to studiously cleaning up with a nearby roll of papertowels, he knew that he just barely scraped by Selene tonight. His technique for locking away his lust had proven invaluable thus far, and hadn’t been shaken at all… until now.

In that last fight, he barely managed to make use of it in time, and even once it was utilized, it only just lasted long enough for him to defeat her and make it out of that arena before he had to burst.

Selene took him much closer to the edge than he ever imagined and that left him fearing what might occur to him in the title fight itself…

He wasn’t certain that Sherri would attempt to seduce him, given all he’d heard about her demeanor. But he also knew of her reputation as a fighter long before he set foot in that underground arena, such was his knowledge of the game. And he thought of Sherri as the cold, calculating type that would do anything to win.

Somewhere, she was likely watching his fight, studying his weaknesses… atleast, that’s what he assumed, and he further figured she must have noticed how close to losing it he truly was in there. If she knew to exploit that weakness, it could be enough to diminish any hope of winning he had.

It was one thing to be defeated by a great fighter, he saw no shame in that. But the way Selene planned on doing it was one that would’ve obliterated his honor and left him a sham. He would likely never step foot in a ring again if such a thing occurred. Sure, it was in an obscure league hidden from the public, so the world at large would never know. At best, it would merely be a rumor spread about a world famous fighter, one that few would ever take seriously.

But he’d know. He’d know the truth and it would haunt him. With his pride stripped from him he would not have it in him to fight… so for Danny, the stakes were even bigger than going after a world championship or even breaking new ground in the UFG. This was a fight where all he held dear was on the line, as losing in such a fashion would signal the abrupt, and premature end to his stellar career.

And he wasn’t the only one painfully aware of this fact…

As he was still in the midst of cleaning up his semen, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and shot up to his feet in a defensive stance, somewhat paranoid that it was Sherri ready to strike him in advance or perhaps one of his former opponents looking for revenge. He didn’t even think to hide his genitals, letting them flop as they remained fully exposed, poking through the massive hole in his karate pants.

But it was neither Sherri, nor Selene or anyone else who might wish him any harm. Instead, much to his shock, it was the one and only Akeno, a (shapely) figure he knew quite well, another who he recognized long before he set foot in the underground arena.

The legendary karate master of the reputed Higa Clan was renowned for her talent and dedication. She had a similar position to him, in truth, dominating so much in straight-up competitions that she found herself lurking the seedier corners, dealing with the likes she’d rather never meet, just for the chance to face the toughest challenges possible.

Sadly, the two never met in any official capacity, as no reputable organization topside would ever dare book an intergender affair, even if the two were comparable in strength and skill, for fear of the backlash and ridicule. In fact, this was the first time the two were meeting face-to-face at all.

As he glanced into her lone visible eye, framed by her purple hair which was tied into an extremely long ponytail which cascaded down her back, he knew from her gentle demeanor he had nothing to fear. She stood there with her usual karate gi and pink short skirt, white leggings leading down to her kickpad adorned boots and black gloves… her body was as voluptuous and sensuous as any other in UFG, even though she hardly ever seemed to care much about the stirring people felt staring at her.

“A-Ah, Akeno… my apologies for the mess, I was in the middle of cleaning it up.” he noted, bowing… and noticing his pecker in the process. Hastily he covered himself with the jizzrag he now held. “No! I’ve… I’ve dishonored you. Please forgive me!”

Akeno flashed him a gentle smile and put a hand to his shoulder as she stepped up. “Relax, Kalin. I’ve seen much more than that in my time here, I am unaffected. And I can’t blame you at all. Most men would’ve exploded long before then, right in front of the audience.” she assured him. “I’m just glad to finally meet you, after watching you for so long… hard to believe we’ve gone so many months without ever being booked on the same card until tonight.”

“Indeed...” he replied, still a bit bashful as he rose a hand up to offer her a shake. She quickly accepted. “...It is indeed an honor to meet such a skilled fighter.”

“Likewise.” she replied, with a humble bow of her own. “I must congratulate you on how far you’ve come in such a short time. Men have been so thoroughly destroyed in this arena for so long, I was beginning to think we’d never see one amass a winning streak… let alone succeed enough to warrant a title match. It’s a truly stunning feat that you’ve accomplished, one befitting your abilities.”

“Thank you for the kind words, Akeno.” he smiled. “I can’t help but notice you’re rising back up the ranks yourself… I believe you also have a match on the same night I’m to face Sherri. Should you win, you’ll likely be next in line… I must say it would be quite the occasion if we were to meet in a title match.”

“Mmm, yes, if only...” Akeno replied, her mood dampening a bit. “...Listen. I would like to ask you to consider something, and I realize you may not like the sound of it… but I really think it would be for the best if you… forfeited this match. Or pull out of it outright, if at all possible.”

“What… what are you saying?” Danny asked. “Why on Earth would you ask me to do such a thing?”

“Because I have a lot of respect and admiration for you. And… I fear Sherri will prove to be quite a dirty fighter when pushed, and you must know the same. She would stoop to anything to not only defeat you, but humiliate you.” Akeno warned. “In a straight-up fight, I don’t know who I would pick… but she fights without honor. She would happily disgrace you to keep her title, in fact she might prefer it that way. And I would never wish to see that happen to you. You deserve better than to have things end this way...”

It struck a chord within Danny to hear her say this. It was as if she’d read his mind. She feared the very thing he dreaded… she must’ve known, on some level, that he would never show his face again, should he be made to lose in such a demeaning way.

Still… in spite of all his concerns, the thought of simply backing out of the fight had never occurred to him. He’d never even considered it. And in spite of her insistence, he still hadn’t.

“...I’m sorry, Akeno. I know you’re just trying to look out for me, but I could never do that.” Kalin replied. “Even if I’m in danger of losing it all, I still have the fighter spirit burning in me more than ever. I couldn’t live with myself for forfeiting a match like this. I will do everything in my power to keep from going out on disgraceful terms, but nothing could shame me more than to give up without a fight. I must go through with this… I hope you understand.”

She sighed and smiled, brushing the hair from her face. “Absolutely, I do. It’s exactly what I assumed you’d say. I’m concerned… but I’m proud to hear you say it as well. I wish you the best against her out there.”

Danny nodded, and met her respectful bow with one of his own, cupping his hands together for it and completely forgetting that his manhood was flopping in the breeze. Thankfully, Akeno was a little too courteous to draw attention to it…

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Weeks later, he was there in the cage, waiting as she stormed out. As always, Sherri gave no mind to the crowd even as they were screaming their heads off in support. Her cold, unflinching eyes locked onto Danny.

He stood, his arms crossed, leaning against the cage. He was clearing his mind, finding his zen, and ignoring her attempts to intimidate him. Indeed it’d probably give most pause to watch her as she made her entrance into the cage. Rather than go through the door or even climb it, she simply launched herself up into the air, gracefully landing atop it. A swift cartwheel brought her down to the mat with another perfect landing.

All the while, her gaze never shifted… an intense, burning look in her red eyes that seemed to spell the end for Danny. He focused upon those eyes fearlessly… not least of which because doing so helped him avoid looking at her spectacular body.

There was no getting around it; Sherri was shapely, even by UFG’s lofty standards. And with her swift, violent moves, her breasts proved bouncier than any. Generally such a thing would be no issue for him to ignore, but hers would certainly be a test. Especially tonight…

He couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t wearing the same maid outfit she had last time he’d seen her fight. There was one key difference… a boob window showed an abundant amount of cleavage. It was tighter around the chest as well, propping up her titanic tatas and drawing as much attention to them as possible. As if they really needed the help… if Danny was really a ‘tit man’ as Selene claimed, he was going to be in trouble.

And there was another thing that put him at a bit of a disadvantage, as far as resisting her went. To put it bluntly, Sherri was… his type. Not because she was a brunette or because of her figure or anything superficial like that. Rather, it was her demeanor, her personality. That quiet intensity, no-nonsense discipline… it appealed to him. Even though he might not have totally understood that himself…

She stood, swaying gently back and forth, and even this minor motion caused a noticeable jiggle. Not to mention it made her ridiculously short skirt repeatedly hike up to reveal her bared hips...

Undeterred, Danny took a breath… and the bell rang.

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• Disclaimer: Sherri and Danny’s fight is largely a very serious, violent one and includes some devastating ballbusting. If you’re not down for that, skip from here to the bold Postfight tag. If reading this on a keyboard, hitting CTRL+F and typing Postfight can be helpful.
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Sherri was quick to run in and send a flurry of kicks Danny’s way. He got his arms up to block the roundhouse blows, and then attempted to counter with a few punches. She showed off her speed, ducking and dodging out of the way of his powerful fists, before backflipping into a kick to the bottom of his chin, knocking him back whilst she finished her flip with a graceful handspring.

Kalin was stung, but knew that he couldn’t afford to allow such space between them, given that she was definitely the one with the speed advantage. So he darted in to close the gap and grab her, but she showed off her agility and vaulted over him with a twirling leap.

However, she landed with her back to him, and seemed content that he wasn’t fast enough to make her pay for it. Danny glared as he noticed this, and sought to prove her wrong. He dashed towards her with a second gear. He’d cleverly avoided going full speed earlier, so as to lull her into a false sense of security. By the time she turned to see him hurdling full steam ahead, she couldn’t adequately block or dodge his ensuing shoulder tackle. The best she could do was lean in to brace for the blow, and their shoulders collided with a deep thud.

Sherri grunted in a rare show of pain, her teeth grit as she slid backwards. Danny launched into a flurry of blows to capitalize. She had to bend over backwards to avoid his knockout rights and lefts, but she managed it. With a swivel of her hips, she nailed him in the back with a chop, mostly intended to stop him from pursuing her as she backed away.

She briefly put a hand to her shoulder, her cold eyes threatening to burn a hole through Danny. “...I can count on one hand the amount of men that have ever managed to hurt me.”

Danny took a defensive stance, in spite of the distance. He could feel something rising within her… her hair started to billow as if a gentle breeze was before her… was there, an aura around her?

“And as of right now...” Sherri hissed. “...there’s only one of them… who can still call himself a man.”

The aura was unmistakable now as it grew in intensity. So too did the billowing of her hair, and her skirt was following suit… even her breasts seemed to jiggle with the power rippling through her body. Danny slowly inched back, fearing the worst of her next assault.

In a heartbeat, she launched herself forward into a flying kick. It sent her halfway across the cage in a split second, and it was aimed very low. Somehow he had the reactive instinct to know that she was about to kick his testicles into oblivion. He leapt up into the air, his balls just narrowly escaping the toe of her boot as he ended up vaulting her.

Sherri continued sailing past him, and her kick eventually landed into the steel with so much staggering force that the segment of cage wall actually fell! Danny’s eyes widened as he heard the screams of the front row audience members on that side… panic ensued as the cage wall collapsed onto them!

But he didn’t have time to help those people as Sherri wasn’t looking for mercy. Sensing another lunge, he positioned himself to protect his genitals and readied a punch, hoping to catch her just as she came in. But she was too fast for even that to work. A thrusting side kick to his solar plexus took all the air out of him, and an immediate follow-up snap kick to his face damn near knocked him out.

An immediate follow-up two kicks, another targeting his gut and the latter an even higher cheerleader-style kick aimed at the bottom of his chin landed true as well. Sherri proceeded to plant her foot onto Danny’s toes to pin him down, before grabbing his dominant wrist to take control of his arm. Then, she twisted into a devastating knee to his stomach, pulling him in closer to amp up the damage. A second one followed, and then a front stomp met his side before another launched into his cheek.

Sherri made sure her skirt was hiked all the way up her hip, giving him an excellent upskirt as she grinded the bottom of her boot against his face. He had to focus on ignoring his lust, but the issue is that in doing so, it was a lot harder to escape the hold…

Indeed, he just had to take it for several moments, before she ultimately wrenched her leg back, coiled like a viper about to strike. With immense power, she sprang her foot into his stomach for a wicked blow that sent him flying across the ring. He slammed into one of the surviving cage segments and it didn’t give for him at all. Pain wracked his spine as he fell down to his ass on the mat.

Danny looked up to see Sherri running towards him, breasts bouncing madly as she looked to finish him off. He shot up to his feet to better defend himself, but she still managed to pepper him with a series of kicks before he could do anything more than cross his arms in front of himself to block.

Studiously, he lifted and raised his arms to take the brunt of every single one of her lightning fast kicks. It still hurt, but not near as much as it would’ve had those same blows landed in more sensitive spots. This helped him regain some strength after being sent flying, and in her rage, Sherri seemingly didn’t realize this.

After taking a moment to focus and take a deep breath, Danny decided he needed to endure a little punishment. He dropped his guard and ate kicks to his chest and stomach as he spread his arms out. Sherri was so focused on administering the punishment, pelting him with boots until red welts lined his torso, she didn’t notice his movements. Or perhaps she was so positive that he was too stunned from her blows to properly react.

But no, he managed to reach down and grasp her ankle tightly, stopping her midkick. She gasped a bit, but didn’t react quickly enough… a swift jerk and her ankle was twisted to the verge of breaking. If not for her incredible conditioning and training it almost certainly would’ve snapped, in fact the move may well have blown out her knee. But while she wasn’t seriously injured, it sure as hell hurt!

Sherri winced in pain and was brought down to one knee by this maneuver, an extremely rare sight in any match. For this to occur in a match with a man was truly unheard of! Furious, she wasted no time in aiming an uppercut between his legs, looking to make the most of the position. It was somewhat rare for her to throw punches, as she was famed for her kicks. Unfortunately, inexperience meant her hands weren’t quite as quick as her feet and he managed to catch her wrist… her knuckles stopped mere inches away from his testicles.

With a loud “Kiai!” Danny jumped into a wicked knee lift to Sherri’s face, hitting her with enough force that she was sent sliding painfully on her knees, several meters across the mat. Kalin proceeded to rush forward, running full speed towards her and hopping up for a diving kick to her head. Sherri barely managed to combat roll out of the way of this, and from there she was able to get up to her feet, just in time to see Danny getting into her face.

He spun into a wild backfist, which Sherri barely ducked. The aura once again surrounded her as Danny completed the rotation, and just as he faced her again, he was met with a megaton roundhouse kick to the body. The cracking sound was piercing as the blow sent him flying several feet to his side. He crumpled and gasped, a touch of blood coming from his mouth…

“How dare you be so bold as to go for a move like that...” Sherri hissed. “Leaving yourself wide open! Another mistake like that and I’ll end you.”

Danny cursed himself, knowing that she was correct. He’d gotten much too bold there and as a result felt the brunt of her full power for the first time. Seeing that cage wall fall was very much warning enough, but it couldn’t compare to actually feeling that force himself. He knew he couldn’t afford to take another blow like that, it’d likely end his career as a fighter.

Blocking out the pain, Danny shot up to his feet as Sherri approached. He jumped back as she neared and, from his movements, it looked like he was simply retreating, so she continued to advance. However, Danny was suckering her in, planting his feet so he could reach out. She ended up getting caught by this, as he had a tight grip on her collarbone within the next moment. Using her reflexes she managed to return the grapple and the two swiftly began straining against one another to try and gain superiority in a test of strength, each looking to push the other over.

Teeth grit, arms shaking, muscles tensing… the two groaned as they fought for supremacy. But Danny proved his upper arm strength, gradually taking the advantage and slowly pushing her backwards. Sherri was on her heels, sliding inch by inch with every second…

“Damn you...” she growled, putting every ounce of herself into the struggle. She slid her legs backwards and hiked her sizeable backside into the air, allowing her to more properly use her famed lower body strength. In the process, she’d bent over a fair bit… and Danny couldn’t help but see how much her top had loosened, as this gave him a golden glimpse down her expanse cleavage.

He gasped at the sight and swiftly locked eyes with her to refocus, but she noticed this in a heartbeat. Sherri opted to bend over just a little bit more, and while it looked like she was simply intensifying her struggle, her twisting and shaking caused her blouse to come unzipped a tad in the front. Danny struggled to take his eyes off her nearly bared breasts as they hypnotically swayed from side to side…

Feeling something begin to rise, Danny panicked and went into his zen mode to defeat his lust once more. But again, this took so much focus that he couldn’t give his all to the test of strength anymore. Within moments, Sherri overtook him and he was stumbling backwards.

“Time to show the world how weak you really are.” Sherri hissed.

With that, she drove with her hips, full power, and whipped his hands away so as to grab him around the waist. She lifted him up and ran with him hoisted in the air, effortlessly carrying him. She moved so quickly that he had no answer, and in seconds, he found himself powerfully slammed against the cage. Before the echoes of the impact even ceased, Sherri pivoted and tossed him halfway across the arena.

As he bounced off the mat, Kalin heard the high pitched, girlish laughter surrounding him. He knew that the context of the situation was entirely lost on the crowd, unsurprisingly. As far as the audience around him was concerned, he’d simply been overpowered… in comparison to Sherri, he really was weak in their eyes. Of course, if they knew the truth - that it was his lust for her tits that did him in, they’d surely ridicule him for that as well…

Putting the shame aside, he fought to his feet. Sherri zipped up towards him and aimed a kick to his face. He ducked it, only to meet her opposite knee as it rose up to smash into his nose. This straightened him right out and, her aura glowing again, she aimed a wicked front kick between his legs. Once again she targeted his manhood and Danny knew a full power kick to the balls from Sherri could end the fight. He managed to get his hands down just in time to block the kick… and felt his wrists, as well as a few fingers, shatter on impact with her boot.

His technique was perfect, but there was no dampening that kind of blow and the pain was immense enough to have him howling. She shut him up with a snapping high kick to his chin, forcing his mouth closed and rocking his head back. A spinning thrust kick to his damaged gut doubled him over, and a pointed front stomp to the shin kicked his leg out from under him, putting him down to a knee.

Danny was panting madly, his fist tightening… he knew he had one good shot left. Springing up from the floor, he came up into a Shoryuken style leaping uppercut. In most scenarios, this would’ve taken anyone off-guard and probably taken their head off in the process. But he was simply too slow at this stage, too weakened by the physical assault and the stress on his mind.

As such, Sherri barely managed to backpedal just enough for his knuckles to narrowly miss her chin… a surefire knockout blow, evaded by a hair. And now, he was really in trouble, as for that next split-second he was mid-air and helpless.

And that split-second was all she needed.

Sherri wrapped her arm around his back and pulled him in close for a snug one-armed bear-hug. Her vice grip wore on his pained ribs, but that was far from the main effect here. After all, the maneuver also pushed her chest deeply into his own.

Danny glanced down at her and without even trying, he saw her amazing cleavage on full display, her blouse opened up enough to damn near let her breasts spill right out. His peripheral alone was an incredible sight, seeing them in the very corner of his eye was still too much.

As if that wasn’t enough, he also got a great sense for just how thin the fabric of her maid outfit was… because he was able to feel her nipples, solid and poking through, grazing his chest.

This would’ve been too much to bear for practically any hetereo man, let alone one with a closeted fascination of breasts, or one with an unknown love of intense quiet types… for just a moment, it caused his disciplined veneer to slip away and he couldn’t contain his groan of lust.

“This fight is over.” Sherri announced, with a little smirk, as her aura built up one more time.

Were you to witness this next blow firsthand, you’d have thought for sure that her leg was attached to a rocket. The speed and power was incredible as her knee shot up viciously into his testicles. Frankly, all these words are trite for what this was…

He would’ve gone flying from the force of this blow for sure, if not for her arm locked around his waist. Thanks to her tight grip, he didn’t move a muscle… he wasn’t allowed to. It was like he was bolted to the ground, his crotch and his crotch alone forced to take every last bit of the mind-bending impact.

The sound was genuinely deafening. The ear-splitting wet crunch of organs being crushed, combined with the rock solid thud of her kneecap meeting his pelvis, like a sledgehammer smashing a boulder. Visible sonic boom shockwaves emanated from the area of contact.

The crowd, uproarious mere moments ago, came to an immediate silence, save for horrified gasps. These people had seen a number of unbelievably brutal assaults in their time, and grotesquely vicious ballbustings in particular. They had long grown desensitized and hard to impress or shock. But even they had never seen a blow quite like that one.

Danny wanted to scream, but he had no air in his lungs to expel. And so there was only one way that he could express his pain. The toughest man to ever step foot in that arena was now silently weeping, as his body was held up by her knee, still buried into his groin.

Sherri hung in that pose for several agonizing seconds, coldly gazing right into his pain-filled eyes, a tiny smirk still plastered onto her adorable face. “...You’re the first man I’ve ever deemed worthy of that much force. Hmph… consider it an honor.”

Finally, she lowered her leg, and saw that he was about to drop like a stone. She caught him on the way down with a ruthless roundhouse kick to the head, which sent him flying to the mat. But as powerful a blow as this was, he barely even noticed it. There was truly nothing that could distract him from the anguish that was repeatedly exploding in his balls.

Poor Danny was so debilitated by it that he couldn’t even clutch himself. His only movements were an infrequent twitching of his extremities, as if his very nervous system was affected by that unholy knee to his manhood.

After taking a moment to strip off her boots, Sherri opted to shove him onto his back with her pantyhosed heel and ruthlessly stomped onto his face, knowing full well that he couldn’t defend himself anymore.

As she grinded against his face as though putting out a cigarette, she kicked her plant heel up and smashed it into his brutalized groin. This was a fairly common move of hers, gnashing her dangerous, thinly covered feet into his face and crotch at once. It was always demeaning and cruel, but especially now, as no man had gone through a nut-based trauma in that ring quite like Kalin had. This was incredibly painful, as displayed by him wailing tearfully into the balls of her foot.

Sherri put her weight down as much as she could, leaning back and forth, her remarkable breasts swaying with her every motion. Similarly, her skirt swung back and forth and he’d likely have gotten a beautiful upskirt if not for her foot impairing his vision. Of course, his eyes were clenched shut from anguish anyhow…

Postfight

“I hope this teaches you something.” Sherri spoke to Danny, whilst still surfboarding his face and balls. “You may well be the strongest man on Earth… but you’re still nothing compared to me. And yet you dared put me at a disadvantage a few times in this fight… you dared show this audience that a man can hurt me. Just for that… just for that, I’m taking every last bit of your pride!”

Sherri hopped off of him and her breasts nearly bounded out of her top from this motion. She reached down and effortlessly tore off the front of his pants, revealing his genitals to the world. This was the second match in a row this was happening, but this seemed a far more dire strait. His balls were of course bruised and immensely swollen. And this time it was clear there was no comeback on the horizon.

His tormentor stared contemptuously at his mighty penis which stood only at half-mast. With the agony his balls were in, this itself seemed almost miraculous. But she didn’t see it that way. “You get hard for Selene but not for me?” Sherri growled. “Your dick dares to mock me, even now?! Ohh I’ll fix that...”

She proceeded to leap up into the air, landing in a mounted position and slamming down titsfirst onto his face. Sherri pulled his head in, snug and tightly into her immaculate cleavage. She vigorously shook her chest, furiously smothering him with her enormous, perfect breasts. It was a wild contrast as her soft, pillowy tits crashed and squeezed tightly into his cheeks.

Sherri had him mounted, her panties brushing along his abdomen as her tatas worked him over. As if a professional, she managed to ensure that he had no oxygen whatsoever at any point in the smother, no matter how violent her movements. His cock twitched at the sensation… but, as if to just try and spite her as he went down, Danny went into his lust-blocking technique to stop himself from going fully erect.

Even as her breasts battered and smacked him around, he still found no room to breathe. Yet he held on, showing remarkable stamina, undeniably holding his breath much longer than the average person. And even with all she’d done to him, he had a little too much pride and honor left to concede. But she didn’t mind. She patiently smothered away.

Eventually, even someone as mighty as him saw no choice but to fade into unconsciousness. As he passed out, Sherri heard a sudden reaction from the crowd, signaling a change. With a little smile, she knowingly glanced back. And indeed, she saw that his cock was fully erect. In fact, it actually looked harder and larger than it did against Selene, proving that she’d taken him to a deeper level of arousal.

Sherri was unlikely to brag about something like that, but it was a nice little feather in the cap all the same. She was mostly pleased just to know it’d probably make Selene a little jealous…

She lifted her chest off of his face, and saw that he seemed to have passed out. He was motionless and his breathing had slowed to a crawl. Sherri stood up, and an official ran in to check on Danny; not to aid him medically but merely to ensure that he truly was out. The official was satisfied and called for the bell, declaring Sherri the winner, quite academically.

As usual she didn’t do much in the way of celebrating. In fact, she looked towards him suspiciously, well aware that a disciplined martial artist such as himself could potentially mask signs of consciousness and fool even a trained official. So she opted to do a little test of her own…

She walked between his splayed legs, gazing at his engorged genitals. Sherri actually giggled a bit as, on closer inspection, she realized that one of his testicles had been flattened, broken beyond repair. She didn’t notice them changing shape or size as she rode them, so she figured it must’ve been the initial knee that flattened that testicle.

Cruelly, she fired off a swift punt kick between his legs, the top of her foot blasting into his already destroyed ball. This was another ruthless blow, with a resonating sound like that of a crack of a whip. Danny didn’t even twitch in response, his entire body staying completely still. This served as confirmation to her that he truly was out.

With a whip of her hair, she turned and walked out of the cage, heading out through the fallen wall she’d created. She didn’t even bother to pick up her shoes on the way out. But as she headed back up the ramp, she noted Ms. Lin’s service maids walking down towards the cage, to peel Danny off the mat.

Sherri reached out and stopped Sierra, whispering to her, “Make sure he ends up in my hotel room… I’m not done with him.”

The mischievous green-haired maid smiled, enjoying the sound of that…

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The next night…

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Danny awoke in a daze of anguish, his vision blurry and coming back to him very slowly. As he opened his eyes, he came to see Sherri sitting on a bed across from him. It gradually dawned on him that he was seated on a chair, his hands bound behind his back. He was entirely naked and covered in bruises. The ache pulsing through his body, especially his groin, was mind-blowing. Worst of all… while it was hard to tell during the fight itself, as he was waking up it didn’t take long for him to comprehend that he was minus one testicle.

“My, my… so you’re finally up. I noticed you stirring but I almost thought it’d be a false alarm at this rate...” Sherri spoke up, a sly smirk on her face. “I did more damage than I thought… for you to be out this long, you really did hold out to your last breath, didn’t you? If I stayed on you any longer than I did, my breasts may well have killed you.”

Danny hung his head. Yes… he was remembering that part now. He was not only defeated by Sherri in decisive fashion but she’d beaten him with her tits. He’d succumbed to her womanly chest… she’d beaten him through skill, yes, but also strictly through his manhood and her femininity, in a sense. His and Akeno’s worst fear had come to pass, she had truly humiliated him. He couldn’t possibly see himself continuing as a fighter past this day, assuming she ever saw fit to release him.

“My, my. How the mighty have fallen.” Sherri mocked, coldly. “The strongest man to ever enter the UFG arena… hmph. It’s only natural that this is how your story ends.”

He glanced around at his surroundings… he was in a lavish hotel room. As his senses slowly came back to him, he felt the nylon bindings around his wrists. He glanced back and just barely caught a glimpse of what was holding his hands together… it was a bra. Sherri’s, obviously. Even if not for all the context clues, it’d have been clear just going by the sheer size of the cups. It had to have been custom made, as they don’t generally make bras big enough for Sherri.

As he looked back to his captor, he realized how scantily clad she was. Just like in the ring, she had no shoes and wore her lengthy black silk leggings which went all the way up to her voluptuous thighs. A tiny black g-string was the only other thing she wore from the waist down, and this combo really accuented her already marvelous hips. And from the waist up, she wore only a white silk robe that was alllllmost see-thru. It was entirely untied and opened up wide enough to show a tormentingly teasing amount of cleavage. Her enormous breasts still seemed tightly pushed together…

She was, obviously, completely braless. Danny quickly put it together that the bra that was currently restraining him was the same one she wore when they fought.

“You’ve… defeated me.” Danny sighed, resigned to his fate. “You may do with me as you wish… there is no greater humiliation than what I’ve already felt.”

“Oh, that can be tested...” Sherri remarked as she stood up slowly. Even this sent her barely restrained breasts into a hypnotic dance, looking as though they could spill from her robe at any moment. “There’s still one more thing that hasn’t been proven. Something that brings an odd shame to the members of the UFG roster… myself included. In spite of our best efforts, an erection is all we’ve gotten out of you. Even at the end of our match, you kept from reaching that shameful peak, didn’t you…?”

Kalin slit his eyes at Sherri. In spite of what he’d just said, it was clear that her implication was still a step too far. He did not want to give her that satisfaction if he could at all help it.

“...Hmph. So you do still have an ounce of pride in you.” Sherri remarked with more than a little contempt in her voice. “You may be a relatively tough man, Danny, but it’s clear that your body will break long before your pride does. I suppose some would say that’s an admirable trait. A valiant show of will… proof of your character.”

She stepped forward… her massive mammaries dancing to escape their silk confines, her generous and shapely hips sashaying and baring themselves with every motion. Her impeccable figure was bathed in moonlight, giving her a dream-like glow as she approached Danny’s seat.

“Me…? I just find it annoying.” she remarked as she reached out, slowly grabbing Danny by the neck. “No, more than that. It’s insulting. To act like you still have even the slightest bit of power over your situation, to act as though you didn’t forfeit your right to an ego the moment you set foot in the ring with me… it’s an insult.”

Her grip tightened gradually around his throat. She bent over to put more pressure on, and the amount of cleavage on display was overwhelming. “Even now, as you sit here a shell of yourself. Half a man, if even that much. Helpless, with your life in my hands… still, you refuse to give me your final surrender. Still, you refuse to cum!”

As the air was being choked out of Danny, he felt that familiar tingle once more… frantically he tried to glance away, but as he couldn’t turn his head, everything he saw seemed to further spur his hormones.

Sherri’s legs were as alluring as they were dangerous, voluptuously thicc and soft, deceptively so given their considerable power. Her leggings were tight enough to noticeably cup her thighs, making it look as though they could burst free at any moment.  Her panties were so thin that he could see a hint of the lips of her pussy, which seemed to beckon to him… of course her breasts went wild with her every jerk of the hand, an occasional flash of areola teasing him madly.

Even her face, as cold and merciless as her expression was, remained as beautiful as ever. Perhaps, somehow, moreso…? Her eyes seemed to look right through him, like he was nothing…

Given everything, it seemed impossible… it made absolutely no sense to him, but… despite everything he’d gone through, despite all the humiliation and fear, despite being made half a man as she put it… despite it all, his mighty cock began to rise once more. It twitched, it throbbed… it was rock solid, without a doubt, even as her grip tightened around his neck.

She scoffed, “Just as I thought. You’re truly a masochist, aren’t you? Even if you don’t recognize that yourself… hmhm, there’s a part of you that likes being treated this way, isn’t there? You like being abused, is that it?”

With a hand still around his throat, Sherri proceeded to deliver a couple of slaps to his face with her opposite hand. These weren’t delivered with much force, more demeaning than painful. His cock twitched in unison and he let out a little groan.

He had no idea that he’d enjoy being humiliated and beaten like this. He never had the chance to discover this kink; he’d never met a woman strong enough to make him feel this helpless before. However this was at direct odds with his urge to hang onto whatever shred of dignity he could, so still he tried to resist…

“Well. If that’s what you want…” she began, a wicked smirk slowly growing across her cold face as she leaned in close to the fallen fighter. “...I’m the perfect woman for the job.”

She took her hand off his throat and instead began to pinch and twist his nipples! That took him by surprise and he yelped, once again his twitching dick betraying his masochistic side!

Danny’s mind was awash with mixed emotions. He was in a pained haze, and it seemed his whole life was spiraling, everything he worked so hard for had crumbled. He couldn’t imagine going on as a fighter. His humiliation was admittedly only seen by a sparse few. But… he’d always know, and that was what mattered. And Sherri was the one who did this to him. And yet…

And yet, in that moment, as Sherri bent over, her enormous breasts nearly spilling out from her robe… as her piercing eyes stare right through him, her hands tightly gripping his erection, he couldn’t possibly see his tormentor as anything other than the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. And it seemed the more sadistic she was, the stronger his desire for her became.

Sherri began diligently pumping on his engorged member, staring him right in the eye. In his hazy vision he saw the pale moonlight bathing the right side of her face, giving her a dreamlike glow. For a moment he lost himself and his technique dropped, and he felt the unrestrained pleasure of her deceptively soft, delicate hands as they worked over his penis.

He gasped aloud and quickly felt himself brought to the brink; all the pent up sexual energy from their match came flowing back in short order. Sherri’s technique was flawless, it felt as though his cock was in the hands of it’s rightful owner for the first time…

Just before it was too late, he saw a small bit of sense and went back into hyperfocus. It was difficult to keep denying himself the release, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but try and cling to whatever moral victory he could. And Sherri didn’t like that one bit…

With a bit of a growl, her grip tightened and she pumped harder and harder on his member. Danny couldn’t help but groan… even now, with the sensation dulled, still she had an effect on him. To his horror he realized he might still cum if she kept it up long enough…

But she let go long before that could happen, rearing back and delivering another slap to his face. “You think you can resist me forever?!” she demanded. “If my hands can’t get the job done… I know what will.”

She let him watch as she slowly lifted her knee up off the ground. Balancing on one leg, her opposing leg extended into the air. The fabric around her waist dipped down and completely exposed her lower half - her panties so thin that they seemed to disappear in the back. Slowly, she placed her stockinged foot onto the chair, just in front of Danny’s crotch…

His dick twitched once again. Sherri slid her talented, dangerous foot onto his pulsing member. A groan escaped the once proud warrior’s lips, and his concentration left him just long enough to truly experience what Sherri’s foot on his penis felt like… it was heavenly, even before she began her work.

“...Do you see that window over there?” Sherri asked, seemingly out of the blue. Danny glanced over to where her finger pointed. He realized that one of the windows in the room was boarded up. “The last time I brought a man into my room, that window ended up shattering into pieces. Would you like to know how it happened?”

He didn’t answer. It was pretty clearly a rhetorical question anyway.

“He broke it with his voice.” she quietly explained, leaning in and whispering the rest into Danny’s ear. “...He came so hard that he made it burst with his screams of ecstasy. I made him do that. And this… is how.”

With a casual elegance, Sherri’s foot slid up and down the length of his erection. Danny let out a shudder, and regained his composure enough to put his technique back in play just in time… but even so, it was impossible to block out completely. Her soft foot, covered in silky fabric, grinding delicately against his manhood… her toes giving his member tender, teasing little squeezes.

He grit his teeth as he tried to resist moaning, the sensation was far more intense than he was prepared for. The beautiful feeling of sexual friction engulfed his member and spread throughout his body, hitting him hard enough to make him shiver. For a moment, he began to wonder if he had mistakenly stopped using his arousal-blocking technique again, as it certainly felt like he was getting an impassioned footjob with nothing in the way.

But slowly a powerful realization dawned on him. The technique was as active as ever. This is what Sherri’s footjob felt like, even with the feeling dulled…

A low groan couldn’t help but escape, and it lasted for a long while as Sherri’s dainty foot skillfully worked it’s way up and down his shaft time and again, caressing over the head of his dick at the end of one loop, squeezing at the base on another…

“Look at you. You can’t keep fighting like this for much longer. It doesn’t even seem like you truly want to any more.” Sherri remarked, noting the desperate look on his face. She smirked as she gradually sped up her movements, the friction intensifying one level higher. “Give in. Your manhood can’t withstand my feet. This goes the same for you as it does anyone else with a cock.”

At this point, Danny began to question why he was even bothering trying to resist. It was clear that her talent for getting a man off far exceeded anything he was prepared for. At this rate, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from cumming no matter what. All his technique was good for, in that case, was denying himself further pleasure.

And he couldn’t help but be curious as to what this treatment felt like without the handicap of his dulled senses…

So, somewhat begrudgingly, he quietly resigned himself to his fate. He lifted his concentration and instead allowed himself to enjoy the footjob.

The difference couldn’t have been more obvious. As though a switch were flipped, he went from a restrained groan to a shocked, lustful yelp!

At once he felt weak and helpless in a way he’d never imagined, and at the same time, more powerful than ever before. Getting aroused at all seemed impossible for him to imagine and yet, her foot worked him into such a throbbing frenzy. He was harder than he ever thought possible, and he felt as though he had the world’s most sensitive baseball bat sticking out of him.

His body, and his penis especially, belonged to Sherri and there was no disputing that in this moment. Never had he felt like more of a man, and less of a man. It was a dichotomy he couldn’t wrap his head around, another layer of confused emotions.

But it hardly mattered, as more and more, what he felt in his mind and heart became secondary to what he felt in his loins… the ecstasy overrode everything else.

He had been trying to look away, even closing his eyes when he could. But now he finally allowed himself to gaze upon Sherri’s incredible hourglass figure. With every stroke of her dainty foot, came the slide of her powerful leg. Long, shapely… packed with feminine might, yet soft to the touch. Each time her foot made it’s trip from the top to the bottom of his member, her thick thigh jiggled and rippled ever so slightly…

Her legs were spread enough, and her ass large enough that he could see it peeking out from behind her. While he was seemingly more of a tit man, it was impossible not to appreciate an ass like hers. And from the many upskirts he received during the match, it was easy to imagine what it looked like in this moment.

Her g-string barely covering it, her large, rounded cheeks jiggled and bounced delicately with her every motion…

Sherri’s villainous smile became all the more blatant as she gazed down at Danny’s fallen form. “Ahhhh.. sounds like you’ve finally given up trying to resist me. Good.” she hissed, her voice breathy and intense. “Enjoy your weakness. Take whatever I’m gracious enough to give you. That’s your lot in life.”

Danny didn’t say anything. No confirmation, no denial. But he did indeed lean back on the chair, groaning and writhing in pleasure as Sherri’s toes teased and delighted his manhood. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, she intensified things, pressing his cock against his stomach as her foot gently ground into the bottom of the shaft.

What a sight stood before him, as Sherri reached into her robe to caress her breasts as she went to work, a delicate moan escaping her own lips as she seemed to get quite into this… Danny was awestruck with the sight, certain that Sherri had escaped from a long-forgotten dream from his darkest subconscious.

The once proud warrior’s moaning gradually rose to a crescendo, his beleaguered body quivering with delight… in mere moments, he felt his oncoming climax rushing in at full speed. Sherri’s foot ruled his world and drove him absolutely wild…

…until it stopped.

Danny gasped as he realized the friction had ceased and he glanced down to see Sherri lifting her foot from his crotch. It hovered a few feet above the floor, her powerful leg bent at the knee. Sherri seemed to delight in the exasperation on Danny’s face.

“You want me to finish you now, don’t you?” Sherri asked.

He gazed longingly upon her. He wanted her so badly in that moment, and his cock ached. He knew it wasn’t too late, if she just continued quickly enough. So he conceded, “Yes… I do.”

Sherri put a hand to his cheek and leaned in close, her piercing eyes staring right through him as she whispered her reply, “...Then beg for it.”

Every fibre of Danny’s being desperately needed a release. His throbbing member was in agony at the very notion of being denied it. Every part of his body was already begging for it.

That is, every part but his mouth…

“...No.” Danny grumbled, though he rather hated himself for saying it. But it seemed she managed to find the one last shred of dignity he had left. “I-I won’t do that.”

Quickly, the femme fatal’s wicked smirk gave way to an unrelenting anger. Her body shook as a familiar aura surrounded her once more.

“Still?! You STILL talk back to me?!” she yelled, as her feminine flesh rippled, her robe slowly lifting and billowing along with her hair from the wind of her aura, revealing her bared lower half and nearly exposing her breasts. Danny could see the bottom of them as they jiggled with power… hers was a terrifying and beautiful sight. Kalin was… in love.

Sherri unleashed a wickedly powerful front stomp that landed square in Danny’s groin. Her heel, covered only in pantyhose, smashed his balls and continued deep into his crotch. The force of the blow sent him and his chair sliding backwards until it slammed into the wall and actually bounced forward in recoil.

He tried to scream but the air escaped him immediately. He could only reel from the anguish, and stare on helplessly at Sherri to see what she’d do next. And she kept on, “Still! Still you think you’re stronger than your urges! Still you believe that a man can aspire to be anything greater than a slave to a superior woman!”

She trembled with rage for a few more moments, before finally taking a deep breath. Her aura dissipated as she calmed down. Stonefaced once more, she glared at Danny with that look he’d fallen head over heels for.

“Well no more. You will cum ” she growled, as she aggressively whipped off her robe to send her breasts bouncing free. “And you will beg for it!”

She stormed over to Danny, her breasts jiggling madly. As she approached, she crossed into the moonlight from the adjacent window and the image was striking, highlighting her every curve, every tender bit of feminine flesh.

Finally, he had no choice but to vocalize what he was seeing. Through grit teeth and pained spasms, he marveled, “You’re... so beautiful...”

She didn’t react at all, not even breaking stride. Wearing nothing but panties and stockings, she couldn’t have looked more deadly. The split second she was in range, she launched a fierce roundhouse kick to Danny’s head. Her heavy breasts swung to the side as her body turned into the attack with stunning quickness, her foot smashing into the recently retired martial artist’s face.

The impact sent him hurdling, his chair tipping over to the floor with him still restrained in it. Sherri’s bra held as strong and firm as you’d imagine. And in spite of the fresh high-powered kick to the nethers, or perhaps thanks in part to it, the man’s cock still sprang alive, hard as ever.

He looked up at her... she seemed imposingly huge from this angle. He couldn’t see her face, as he couldn’t look past her humongous bare breasts if he wanted to. And he surely did not want to.

Her foot hovered near his crotch once more before slowly rising up, clearly she was planning a devastating stomp. Danny’s cock twitched at the visual.

With a brutal stomp, her foot came within inches of his scrotum; instead she kicked the seat of the chair hard enough to reduce it to splinters beneath him! He had been freed, though he was long past the point of having the ability nor will to leave.

She grabbed him by the ankles and dragged him away from the rubble. Then she raised his legs in a V formation... a faint recollection hit his mind, flashes of clips he’d seen from film study. This position seemed to be one of Sherri’s favorites.

She placed her foot firmly upon Danny’s crotch, his manhood aching in more ways than one. As she lorded over him, her nearly nude body the peak of feminine perfection, her foot once more pinning the muscular man’s mighty cock to his abdomen, they seemed to come together as a monument to female dominance.

“You’ve shown your last act of defiance. From this point forward, you’re mine!” Sherri declared. And then once more her talented foot began to pump, speeding up gradually until it became a blur sliding up and down the length of his member.

The ecstasy hit him like a bolt of lightning, pleasure bursting from his crotch in waves and spreading throughout his body. A light-headed overtook him, all pain and doubt fading... replaced by yet more sexual friction.

It wasn’t long before he was on the brink. And again she demanded, “Beg!”

Danny didn’t answer this time. He couldn’t will himself to say yes or no.

Her foot slowed down, prolonging his ejaculation. Danny whimpered, desperate, but still said nothing. Sherri made use of her toes to give the base of his cock a tight squeeze, and like a magic trick his oncoming climax departed him. He seemed crestfallen... but was sent right back into bliss as Sherri went back to work, still squeezing with her toes now.

Danny watched as her breasts bounced magnificently with each stroke of her foot - she was putting her entire body into this footjob and the effect was staggering. The deep ache from his groin emerged once again, and it seemed to just get stronger each time. Each stroke sending him closer to the mountaintop, each denial whittling further against his resolve and making him need the release all the more…

“Nnnggh… I-I can’t… can’t take this anymore…!” Danny groaned.

“There is one way this ends.” Sherri declared as her foot continued to rock his world, “Beg! Beg to me!”

He was at the apex once more, and saw her beginning to shift her weight back as though she were about to rein her foot back in. Just the thought of it was too much to bear and finally… finally, he relented.

“Sherri… I beg you! I beg you, PLEASE, PEASE let me cum!” Danny yelled out in anguished ecstasy.

Sherri’s grin returned triumphantly, and she actually seemed a little relieved. Of all the men she’d ever tamed, Danny was by far the toughest nut to crack… so to speak! Still, she slowed down a bit to delay his ejaculation as she demanded more, “Tell me, who is your superior?!”

“You are!” Danny howled. “You’re stronger! You’re so much better! I-I can’t handle this… you’re too much for me, Sherri! Nnnggh, please…!”

Her foot sped back up on his member, relentless in her work as she leaned in deep, her perfect bosom hanging over him. “Who’s cock is this?! Who does this dick belong to?!” Danny’s body quivered and shook as he shuddered, “It’s yours! M-My cock… is yours… to do with as you please! M-My whole body is… y-your toy! Aaagghhh, Sherri pleeeeaaase…!”

She whipped her foot backwards, teasing that she was going to let him falter once more… but with a little smirk, she swiftly brought her foot back down, driving it into the bottom of his dick with some force and this, at last, brought Danny to a raging climax! His body spasmed off the floor, his head thrown back into a deafening howl as he sprayed his surrender like a geyser.

Sherri stood proud, watching as her newly admitted toy gasped for air. Danny’s body heaved, wholly overwhelmed by the thunderous orgasm that left his torso covered... for the first time in a while, he broke out into a smile, a big goofy grin in fact as he had simply lost all control, all sense.

Sherri’s expression seemed far more gentle now, even as she looked with a bit of annoyance at his groin. “Mmm, what’s this...?” she asked, poking at his penis with her toes: shockingly it still stood erect! “Still hard? Hmph, so that wasn’t enough then, was it? One last act of defiance from between your legs... hah, not for long.”

She laid down on the floor in front of Kalin, pushing a stockinged foot into his groin once more. “Don’t fret... I know you’ve already learned. Now I simply have to teach your cock to show the same respect.”

Danny shuddered, “I love you.”

Sherri’s only response was to start pumping once more, gaspedaling his genitals entirely this time. She laid back on the floor as she did this; as her foot drove Danny wild, her hands began their own journey, caressing her chest and hips. Sherri ran her fingers up and down her curves, fondling her own massive breasts. She let out a deceptively docile moan...

Watching this only served to intensify things for Danny. He felt immensely jealous that she could feel herself up like this whenever she wanted. He’d give anything to touch her like that...

It took longer this time for the sexual energy to build, but that was fine. It let him enjoy the tender softness of her silk-wrapped foot that much more as she kept a steady rhythm, practically massaging his beleaguered dick and balls.

He fell deeper and deeper into her midst, each stroke another reminder that she owned him. Sherri got more and more into this as well, one hand squeezing her nipple, the other drifting into the front of her panties...

After a few minutes of teasing the both of them, Sherri grabbed Danny by the ankles and used the leverage to more firmly and directly pump his throbbing cock. She took him to the mountaintop once more and this time didn’t hesitate to send him past the peak, forcing another wickedly powerful orgasm from deep within him!

He tried to howl but realized he’d lost his voice after the first scream. He was content with that, as the pleasure was worth it ten times over.

As Danny fought to get the breath back in his lungs, his penis slowly softened against Sherri’s foot, before falling onto Danny’s abdomen, limp and defeated.

“Good... seems your whole body knows the truth now.” Sherri remarked, her hands going back to groping herself. “Now I have but one last lesson for you...”

This time, Sherri used both feet, tenderly hugging and massaging Danny’s genitals. He gasped as, slowly but surely his penis rose, though not as powerfully as before.

Sherri concluded, “This doesn’t end until I’m satisfied.” and proceeded to squeeze his cock with her feet as they pumped up and down again!

Danny shuddered, “I-I don’t know... if I can w-withstand another...”

The alluring and powerful mistress plunged her hand greedily into her panties and fingered herself feverishly as she answered, “That’s no concern of mine.”

Sherri and Danny’s groans rose to a crescendo together... albeit the latter’s were a bit more pained and desperate, but each were equally filled with lust.

After dozens of pumps with her feet, he was in that familiar state once again, on the verge of losing it. He’d never came three times in one session before and certainly never so intensely...  meanwhile Sherri was becoming much more aggressive as she sent herself into a lust-filled tizzy of her own.

Just as he was about to burst, Sherri removed her feet and rolled forward... Danny looked down in time to see her golden, glorious breasts coming closer. Their enormous softness took his penis whole, and this proved to be the last straw.

He came a third time, painting her beautiful titties with whatever he had left. Simultaneously Sherri arched her head back in a delightful howl of her own, coming to a fantastic climax.

Kalin’s cock quickly softened once more, shrinking submissively into her overwhelming cleavage.

After lingering for a moment on this, Sherri slowly stood up, proud of her work as she gazed upon the man who had given her so much trouble only to be defeated in every way possible.

Without a word, she turned to leave. Just as she was walking out the door, Danny spoke up, his voice hoarse and weak.

“Sherri...”

She stopped and glanced back at him.

“P-Please… please don’t…” he uttered, struggling. “Please don’t make me… leave.”

She smirked, knowing full well what he was about to say, but played coy all the same. “Come again?” she asked, turning to face him and letting him see her swaying breasts one more time.

“I… want… to stay with you.” he said, with pleading eyes. “Now that I’ve… felt what it’s like… I can’t go back. I n-need… need to stay with you. I’ll do whatever you want… please…”

As if there was any doubt, this certainly proved how effectively she had trained him in just a matter of hours. “Training dummy by day, sex toy by night… is that what you want for yourself?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes… yes! I-It’s all… it’s all I ever wanted.” Danny stated. This seemed like it couldn’t possibly be true, yet in that moment, he knew it for sure.

Sherri’s devilish smile returned as she shrugged. “...Ah, why not. I broke my last plaything not too long ago. But you… you might last me for a good long while, Danny. Hmhmhmhm…”