Battle Royale

A Saloon bounds over railroad tracks in the Francisco neighborhood of Velocity, engine screaming for revenge. Sliding on to a side street like the door handle is about to touch the road, searching for the right place to seek such revenge. Violated, angry, disrespected, what was hers has been desecrated.

"What, he touched you, he soiled you with his disgusting body," Sarasota wondered.

"I didn't think he would ever do that, I trusted him, he was my friend...he...," Kortni said.

"He was a trusted ally that I thought could be left with you when I'm gone. Oh he'll pay for this. My sweet Kortni, I'm so sorry I let him in our lives," Sarasota grabbed her keys.

She slows to a crawl, nearly idling into the warehouse Zane calls home. The Amazonian steps from her car, ready to go. Red high heeled boots with a crop peeking from the top of one of them,  an innuendo of a pair of booty shorts, a cut up Rosie The Riveter t-shirt. Walking up with leg lifted kicks down the door. Zane is in the kitchen with the radio blaring, she takes this chance to instill a bit of stealth in her approach, walking around the island, steadily and soft. There he is in nothing but boxers as if oh so innocent, that there wouldn't be any repercussions to his act, like it was okay.  She did not hesitate as she eyed his muscular body flexing at the stove, she couldn't wait to have this pleasure as another happened below. She stood inches from him.

Zane's head was rammed through and ran through many of the upper kitchen cabinets, his body hanging from his choking neck.  She tossed him across the island, pulled the crop from her boot and commenced to beat him with it across the face. He rushed her, pushing his face in her crotch, grabbing her ass, lifting, slamming her down on the island and whatever managed to remain on it from his trip. Held hands raised, crashed down between her massive tits.

She finally broke the silence of the scuffle," you hurt my pet, you raped my pet. She was not yours to play with. Hera give me strength!"

He raised his hands once more, "she asked for it, she was bitching about how horny she was and how her so-called master wasn't giving her the relief she deserved, so I did."

"Of course I wasn't giving her relief, she was being punished," Sarasota replied.

 She saw an opening as his hands came down. She locked her legs around him as tight as she could, grabbing his shoulders and pulling herself up. With his out stretched arms, couldn't free himself from her half nelson. Her hands found his neck and his head pushed in to her cleavage until he passed out. Tossing him over a shoulder, she carried him upstairs. With her free hand she let her hair go of a ribbon, soon after letting him go on the bed. With his hands tied, she ripped his boxers in two, shorts dropped, stroking her immense dick from flaccidity. Pulling his behind him, taking it to her mouth helped. On the bed, she dropped her rock stiff dick in his crack, running her hands on his chiseled back, dry humping. She whispers to his ear, "now for revenge, PETA doesn't have shit on me." His eyes pop open and he struggles against his binds behind him, lacking leverage. 

"I'll domesticate you, yet," Sarasota mutters.

She sits up, taking her crop handle, ever so gently pushing it against his hole. He flexes and snaps the ribbon, throwing her sideways from the bed. He looks at her as she lunges at him, all he can reach is her shirt, using it to fling her away, tearing it off. As she crashes down, tripping over a pair of his shoes, he can't help but be enticed by her tits bouncing heavily.

"No, I'm like a wild stallion, I will not be tamed, I will however add another notch on my bed post," Zane growled.

He rushed, dived, grabbing her by the ankles with full intent to penetrate, just as the head was in, she punched him square in the jaw followed by a dead shot right to his nose. Blinded with pain, he reached out, hands digging deep in to her tits; she smiled as he helplessly grabbed at her and pinched her nipples as hard as he could. She planned on finishing the job, but he rolled her over and rammed it in.

"I'll make both you bitches mine," Zane stated as he pumped away.

"This isn't for your pleasure, it's for mine," Sarasota mustered. "Muscle bound fool, you're no contest to an Amazonian."

With that, she slipped a hand under his nightstand and tossed it, square in the chest, he was knocked back, winded, gasping. She grabbed him by his thigh, nails dug deep, tossed him on the bed. He lay there defeated. She thought about how nice it would be having the feeling of bouncing off that ass of his, second guessing it to seeing the look on his face as he watches her eye to eye...fuck his brains out. She drops her dick next to his and runs twice the length as she rubs them together. Her head drops off his balls and she guides it in, locking her hands on his shoulders, she pushes hard, he clenches his teeth and curls his toes, yelling with what little oxygen his lungs recovered. He watches the triumphant smirk on her face as she fucks into his stomach.  

"Did you take care of Zane," Kortni ran to  the car.

"Of course I took care of him, he stood no chance, and I must say there's nothing that turns me on like putting a man in his place," Sarasota grinned.

"You are the best, Sara," Kortni said.

"I also picked up a new pet, I'm sure he'll be broken in no time," Sarasota opened the trunk.