"You're enjoying this a-aren't you? Ungh!" said 18-year old Clara trying to sound as composed as she could. It didn't change the fact that she was pretending but Lane sure as hell wasn't. A broad smile appeared on his face, spread almost as wide as her legs.
"Ungh! You little..." grumbled the young woman. Lane wasn't even breaking a sweat with this one.
He kept spreading her legs farther apart till his shin's pinned hers to the bed. A gasp escaped her lips as she saw her feet parallel on the mattress, forming a perfectly straight line.
"Ay Caramba!" She screamed. "Mi conoooo!!"
"What do ya say love? Should we skip this and go straight to the part where I fuck your brains out?" Lane quipped, applying even more pressure on her legs.
"Or do you want another lesson in why you shouldn't skip leg day?"
Lane's toothy grin annoyed Clara but he was right. She was stuck in a rather compromising position and for now, it was advantage Lane. For a second, she thought about it, forgoing the pain for pleasure but then she remembered what she had come for - the cool 1 million Plata's!
"Eat shit Cabron!" she sneered. "It isn't like it can get any worse!"
"Is that a challenge?" Lane quipped.
He tore off her little bottom and helped himself to a handful of her bare muff, squeezing and pinching with his large palm as Clara screamed in pain.
"No! No! No! You little...oh fuck! Ahhhh!" Agony escaped her lips as her slit melted under the assault of his fingers.
"So what have he learned today?" said Lane with a devious grin.
"T-That I should keep my big mouth- ahhhhh! SHUT!?" said Clara tearing up.
"Nah! I like the talkative ones," said Lane. "The real lesson is that I have two hands and I can make this infinitely worse!"
"Y-yeah? Ungh! HOW?" screamed Clara.
"You really do need to keep your big mouth shut!"
Lane tore off her top and went to work on her nipples. He squeezed and pinched, she wailed and cried, it was a match made in heaven.
After a while of torture, Lane finally released his hold. Clara collapsed on the bed, her hands rushed to soothe every part of her body. The only problem was she couldn't decide which ones hurt the most. Before she could make up her mind, Lane grabbed a handful of her beautiful hair and flung her to the ground. She rolled to a stop at the base of a desk and Lane followed close behind.
"Ungh! OOOF! FUCK! AHHHH!"
Her screams echoed across the bedroom as Lane tested the strength of her abdomen. Laying sideways with her back to the desk, she struggled to keep Lane's bare foot at bay. It crashed into her six-pack with abandon, strike after strike bruising her skin.
Finally satisfied, he grabbed her hair and pulled Clara to her feet.
"What do ya say we take a little trip to the ring?" He asked. It wasn't really a question.
"Can't be wors-" Clara checked herself. She wondered if he would go easy on her if she tried reverse psychology.
"DO YOUR WORST!" She screamed, confident in her plan. Lane obliged.
He bent Clara over with a fist to her stomach and sandwiched her head between his large thighs. Up she went till her feet pointed at the ceiling and Lane piledrove her to the floor. She did an impromptu headstand for a few seconds before collapsing to her face.
The door to the gym slammed open and Clara's nude body was flung to the floor. Lane plonked himself down on her bare ass.
"NO! NO! NOOOOOO!" She screamed as Lane rested her arms on his knees and placed his palms beneath her chin, the camel clutch was locked in.
"DUELE MUCHO! AHHHH!," cried the young Spaniard. Lane just shook his head. He cranked her neck, bending her back further and further till the back of her head rubbed against his chest.
"I AM GOING TO CUT YOUR DICK OFF!" screamed Clara in pain.
"You really DO need to learn to shut up!"
Lane hooked his fingers into her mouth and spread her cheeks wide.
"Lefh meh goaf fuf ace!" said Clara.
"What's that?" Lane eased up on his fish hook.
"I said LET ME GO!!" screamed Clara.
"Okay," said Lane and let her face drop to the floor.
He dropped his camel clutch and wrapped his thighs around her waist instead, locking in a sinister body scissor. He grabbed one of her arms and locked it around Clara's throat till she choked herself and then proceeded to squeeze her taut abs.
"O-On second thought, the clutch was better! Ufff!" grunted Clara. Lane poured on the pressure, his thighs squeezed her waist like a python and her own hand choked the life out of her.
"Tell you what..." said Lane releasing the hold. "How about we take a break from submission holds?"
Clara breathed a sigh of relief. Her chest heaved as she took large gulps of air.
"Yes...break...good!" She blurted out.
"And do some slams instead!"
Clara's eyes went wide in terror.
"N-N-N-NOOOO!" She cried out as Lane picked her up.
Her nude body bounced off the floor as Lane scoop slammed her hard.
"AHHHH! TU PERRA SONUVA!" screamed Clara as she rolled around on her elbows and arched her back. He giggled as he picked her up again. Carla braced herself for another slam.
"AIEEEE!" She cried as her back hit the floor again but Lane wasn't done. He scooped her up again.
"How about I give you a choice?" said Lane holding her in his arms.
"I can give you another slam here..." Clara nodded her disapproval.
"Or I can take you to the ring and batter you there!"
"The ring...the ring...the ring!" Clara blurted out without pause.
"Thought so!"
Clara's body flew over the top rope, her back slamming into the mat with thunderous impact. Lane smiled watching her roll on her elbows in agony, her body creating a perfect archway as she sought to soothe the pain. He entered and stomped her hard in the stomach.
Lane's fingers dug deep into Clara's scalp, grabbing a handful of her hair as he pulled her up. The next thing she knew, her forehead bounced off the top turnbuckle. Lane placed a foot on her chin and pressed her back into the turnbuckles. Her arms hung by the top rope when he let her go.
He chopped her hard on the chest, leaving an imprint of his massive hand on her breasts. Clara's eyes went wide in pain, her mouth opened to let a scream out but there was no sound. She just stood there teary eyed with her lips quivering.
Lane raised his hand up to give her another chop and Clara closed her eyes, screaming prematurely. When his hand didn't connect, she opened one eye. Lane smiled and chopped her even harder. The impact printed another palm on her breasts and Clara felt the air rushing out of her lungs.
"Ooooh! That's got to hurt!" laughed Lane as he chopped her one more time.
"AHHHHH! H-HIJO D-DE PUTA!" cried Clara.
"Yeah?" Lane locked his fingers on her nipples. Clara nodded her head with pleading eyes.
"Puta this!"
Lane tweaked her nipples like turning a knob, sending a wave of pain rushing through Clara's chest. Her fingers clawed his wrists, trying in vain to break his hold. Her feet left the mat when Lane tossed her using her nipples.
Clara sat up on impact, her fingers trying to soothe the pain on her chest and too preoccupied to see Lane bounce of the ropes behind her. The dropkick connected at the base of her spine and her cheek hit the mat. Her body was propped up one elbow and knee, her back arched.
Lane flattened her with a hard kick and then bounced off the ropes again. He jumped up in the air, extending his massive leg straight and letting it connect with her chest on the way down. Clara rolled around wincing in pain. She tried to crawl away under the bottom rope but Lane grabbed her leg and pulled her back in.
Her hand held on to the middle rope, convinced that would somehow deter her assailant. It didn't help, Lane simply sprang her up and then slammed her face first into the mat.
Clara was nearly out of it when Lane dragged her to her feet. She stood wobbling like a drunk, her eyelids barely open and struggling to stay conscious.
"Sleepy, eh?" Lane quipped as he placed his palm on her hips. He picked her up and spread her legs in the air.
"This ought to wake you up!"
"AHHHHH! MI CONOOO!" She screamed as Lane gave her a savage atomic drop. It woke her up alright.
Clara fell to her knees, then hunched over. Her cheek rested on the mat and her palms nestled her crotch. Lane spanked her ass that now pointed up in the air and bounced off the ropes again.
His foot connected between her legs with loud thud. Clara didn't even bother to scream, she just rolled around clutching her jewels. Lane grabbed her ankles and dragged her back into the centre. He spread her legs and dropped a knee into her crotch, smiling as he watched her squirm.
As fun as it had been, it had gone on for long enough. It was time to end this and collect his prize.
A brutal piledriver laid Clara out but Lane wasn't satisfied. Lane dragged a barely conscious Clara to her feet and bent her over with a hard punch to her stomach. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her up till she was seated on his shoulders.
Lane locked his palms below her armpits and then stretched her arms like a cross.
The crucifix powerbomb left Clara crumpled on the mat, her body rolled up like a ball. Lane placed a foot on her crotch and counted her out.
Some time later, a different kind of scream emanated from her lips. Lane rode her hard, taking her ass with powerful thrusts. She was his for the night.
"Ungh! You little..." grumbled the young woman. Lane wasn't even breaking a sweat with this one.
He kept spreading her legs farther apart till his shin's pinned hers to the bed. A gasp escaped her lips as she saw her feet parallel on the mattress, forming a perfectly straight line.
"Ay Caramba!" She screamed. "Mi conoooo!!"
"What do ya say love? Should we skip this and go straight to the part where I fuck your brains out?" Lane quipped, applying even more pressure on her legs.
"Or do you want another lesson in why you shouldn't skip leg day?"
Lane's toothy grin annoyed Clara but he was right. She was stuck in a rather compromising position and for now, it was advantage Lane. For a second, she thought about it, forgoing the pain for pleasure but then she remembered what she had come for - the cool 1 million Plata's!
"Eat shit Cabron!" she sneered. "It isn't like it can get any worse!"
"Is that a challenge?" Lane quipped.
He tore off her little bottom and helped himself to a handful of her bare muff, squeezing and pinching with his large palm as Clara screamed in pain.
"No! No! No! You little...oh fuck! Ahhhh!" Agony escaped her lips as her slit melted under the assault of his fingers.
"So what have he learned today?" said Lane with a devious grin.
"T-That I should keep my big mouth- ahhhhh! SHUT!?" said Clara tearing up.
"Nah! I like the talkative ones," said Lane. "The real lesson is that I have two hands and I can make this infinitely worse!"
"Y-yeah? Ungh! HOW?" screamed Clara.
"You really do need to keep your big mouth shut!"
Lane tore off her top and went to work on her nipples. He squeezed and pinched, she wailed and cried, it was a match made in heaven.
After a while of torture, Lane finally released his hold. Clara collapsed on the bed, her hands rushed to soothe every part of her body. The only problem was she couldn't decide which ones hurt the most. Before she could make up her mind, Lane grabbed a handful of her beautiful hair and flung her to the ground. She rolled to a stop at the base of a desk and Lane followed close behind.
"Ungh! OOOF! FUCK! AHHHH!"
Her screams echoed across the bedroom as Lane tested the strength of her abdomen. Laying sideways with her back to the desk, she struggled to keep Lane's bare foot at bay. It crashed into her six-pack with abandon, strike after strike bruising her skin.
Finally satisfied, he grabbed her hair and pulled Clara to her feet.
"What do ya say we take a little trip to the ring?" He asked. It wasn't really a question.
"Can't be wors-" Clara checked herself. She wondered if he would go easy on her if she tried reverse psychology.
"DO YOUR WORST!" She screamed, confident in her plan. Lane obliged.
He bent Clara over with a fist to her stomach and sandwiched her head between his large thighs. Up she went till her feet pointed at the ceiling and Lane piledrove her to the floor. She did an impromptu headstand for a few seconds before collapsing to her face.
The door to the gym slammed open and Clara's nude body was flung to the floor. Lane plonked himself down on her bare ass.
"NO! NO! NOOOOOO!" She screamed as Lane rested her arms on his knees and placed his palms beneath her chin, the camel clutch was locked in.
"DUELE MUCHO! AHHHH!," cried the young Spaniard. Lane just shook his head. He cranked her neck, bending her back further and further till the back of her head rubbed against his chest.
"I AM GOING TO CUT YOUR DICK OFF!" screamed Clara in pain.
"You really DO need to learn to shut up!"
Lane hooked his fingers into her mouth and spread her cheeks wide.
"Lefh meh goaf fuf ace!" said Clara.
"What's that?" Lane eased up on his fish hook.
"I said LET ME GO!!" screamed Clara.
"Okay," said Lane and let her face drop to the floor.
He dropped his camel clutch and wrapped his thighs around her waist instead, locking in a sinister body scissor. He grabbed one of her arms and locked it around Clara's throat till she choked herself and then proceeded to squeeze her taut abs.
"O-On second thought, the clutch was better! Ufff!" grunted Clara. Lane poured on the pressure, his thighs squeezed her waist like a python and her own hand choked the life out of her.
"Tell you what..." said Lane releasing the hold. "How about we take a break from submission holds?"
Clara breathed a sigh of relief. Her chest heaved as she took large gulps of air.
"Yes...break...good!" She blurted out.
"And do some slams instead!"
Clara's eyes went wide in terror.
"N-N-N-NOOOO!" She cried out as Lane picked her up.
Her nude body bounced off the floor as Lane scoop slammed her hard.
"AHHHH! TU PERRA SONUVA!" screamed Clara as she rolled around on her elbows and arched her back. He giggled as he picked her up again. Carla braced herself for another slam.
"AIEEEE!" She cried as her back hit the floor again but Lane wasn't done. He scooped her up again.
"How about I give you a choice?" said Lane holding her in his arms.
"I can give you another slam here..." Clara nodded her disapproval.
"Or I can take you to the ring and batter you there!"
"The ring...the ring...the ring!" Clara blurted out without pause.
"Thought so!"
Clara's body flew over the top rope, her back slamming into the mat with thunderous impact. Lane smiled watching her roll on her elbows in agony, her body creating a perfect archway as she sought to soothe the pain. He entered and stomped her hard in the stomach.
Lane's fingers dug deep into Clara's scalp, grabbing a handful of her hair as he pulled her up. The next thing she knew, her forehead bounced off the top turnbuckle. Lane placed a foot on her chin and pressed her back into the turnbuckles. Her arms hung by the top rope when he let her go.
He chopped her hard on the chest, leaving an imprint of his massive hand on her breasts. Clara's eyes went wide in pain, her mouth opened to let a scream out but there was no sound. She just stood there teary eyed with her lips quivering.
Lane raised his hand up to give her another chop and Clara closed her eyes, screaming prematurely. When his hand didn't connect, she opened one eye. Lane smiled and chopped her even harder. The impact printed another palm on her breasts and Clara felt the air rushing out of her lungs.
"Ooooh! That's got to hurt!" laughed Lane as he chopped her one more time.
"AHHHHH! H-HIJO D-DE PUTA!" cried Clara.
"Yeah?" Lane locked his fingers on her nipples. Clara nodded her head with pleading eyes.
"Puta this!"
Lane tweaked her nipples like turning a knob, sending a wave of pain rushing through Clara's chest. Her fingers clawed his wrists, trying in vain to break his hold. Her feet left the mat when Lane tossed her using her nipples.
Clara sat up on impact, her fingers trying to soothe the pain on her chest and too preoccupied to see Lane bounce of the ropes behind her. The dropkick connected at the base of her spine and her cheek hit the mat. Her body was propped up one elbow and knee, her back arched.
Lane flattened her with a hard kick and then bounced off the ropes again. He jumped up in the air, extending his massive leg straight and letting it connect with her chest on the way down. Clara rolled around wincing in pain. She tried to crawl away under the bottom rope but Lane grabbed her leg and pulled her back in.
Her hand held on to the middle rope, convinced that would somehow deter her assailant. It didn't help, Lane simply sprang her up and then slammed her face first into the mat.
Clara was nearly out of it when Lane dragged her to her feet. She stood wobbling like a drunk, her eyelids barely open and struggling to stay conscious.
"Sleepy, eh?" Lane quipped as he placed his palm on her hips. He picked her up and spread her legs in the air.
"This ought to wake you up!"
"AHHHHH! MI CONOOO!" She screamed as Lane gave her a savage atomic drop. It woke her up alright.
Clara fell to her knees, then hunched over. Her cheek rested on the mat and her palms nestled her crotch. Lane spanked her ass that now pointed up in the air and bounced off the ropes again.
His foot connected between her legs with loud thud. Clara didn't even bother to scream, she just rolled around clutching her jewels. Lane grabbed her ankles and dragged her back into the centre. He spread her legs and dropped a knee into her crotch, smiling as he watched her squirm.
As fun as it had been, it had gone on for long enough. It was time to end this and collect his prize.
A brutal piledriver laid Clara out but Lane wasn't satisfied. Lane dragged a barely conscious Clara to her feet and bent her over with a hard punch to her stomach. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her up till she was seated on his shoulders.
Lane locked his palms below her armpits and then stretched her arms like a cross.
The crucifix powerbomb left Clara crumpled on the mat, her body rolled up like a ball. Lane placed a foot on her crotch and counted her out.
Some time later, a different kind of scream emanated from her lips. Lane rode her hard, taking her ass with powerful thrusts. She was his for the night.
