Unfaithful Husband’s First Beatdown
He happily obeyed the handsome muscle goddess’ command.
Kneel? Was she into something kinky? With a woman this gorgeous he was willing to try anything. He knelt.
Her skirt and panties fell to the floor. Her physical perfection awed him. Her powerful thighs, six pack, and biceps were sex dreams come true.
“You will call me Mistress Kendall.”
“You can just call me Alex.” He thought he was funny.
“I might call you asshole. I will certainly call you scum. The kind of man who cheats on his wife.”
“Huh! Why did you let me pick you up?”
“Idiot. I picked you. Led you here like a sheep to the slaughterhouse.”
He groaned. She might be a goddess, but she was also a crazy woman. He started to stand.
Mistress Kendall shoved him down.
“You’re not going anywhere. Yet.”
“You’re insane. Let me go.”
“No. You aren’t going back to your old life.”
“WTF! You need to be locked up, you crazy bitch.”
A fist slammed into his head. Shock froze him.
She flexed a massive arm.
“Don’t be a fool. Next time I’ll keep on punching until you are black, blue and bloody.”
The kneeling man was scared. He was at the mercy of a maniac.
“Now let me tell you why I brought you here. Your wife called me.”
“Katie wouldn’t do anything like this. She loves me.”
“She did love you. Then she found out about your affair.”
“Oh shit! So what? That doesn’t give you a right to fuck with me.”
“She paid me good money to fuck with you. To fuck you up.”
Balled fists pounded his hears. A foot to the crotch had him on the floor writhing. She reached down and gave him what would soon become a black eye.
“I love my work. I’m not done with you yet, you little rat.” Her voice matched her sneer.
“I’ll sue you. You better stop.”
A kidney punch stunned him.
“Please, please, I’ll pay you double what my wife did. Just let me go.”
“Let you go? No. You can’t double what your wife paid me.”
“I’ve got money she doesn’t know about.”
“Part of my fee is you. You’d have to have two brothers. And I’d have to betray a woman’s trust. I wouldn’t do that even if you could give me a dozen brothers.”
“You can’t have me. I’m a free man.”
A couple of well-aimed fists put him to sleep. Mistress Kendall called her client.
“His first beatdown is finished. Would you like pictures? I understand. Don’t worry you’ll never see or hear from him again. A pleasure doing business with you.”
She dragged her new slave trainee to the basement. A gag and cage would keep him out of trouble.
After she finished beating nonsense out of him, she would sell him. Rather than trying to get top dollar, she would sell him to the cruelest woman she could find.