Rough sex at the gym part 2
A fitness girl throws caution to the winds and makes a chalenge. Her feeble punches did nothing. Then the beating began. Punches to her face, a full nelson that almost killed her, and then her head was pounded into the ground. This was brutality expressed in anger, with a side order of brain damage. |
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fitness girl
caution
winds
challenge
feeble punches
beating
face
full nelson
killed
head
pounded
ground
brutality
anger
side order
brain damage
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Price: 8.00 |
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The Black Burqa illustrated, part three
I was just burning some toast to go with the soggy beans for Raafid's supper, when Sfiyah turned up, and she had someone with her. Who? I don't know, she was dressed head to toe in a black burqa. "Hey," Sfiyah said. "Hey hey," I replied, "what's the timing for toast again?" She looked at what was pretty much charcoal. "About ten minutes ago," she answered, "this is Asma. She wants to be a Black Burqa." I blinked. A what? Apparently, my appearance at the masjid had led to some confusion, mostly because Sfiyah also wore a black burqa when she went there to douse the lights. So people already thought there were two of us, and if two, why not three? The great thing about a burqa, is that no-one could actually see me. It was like a disguise, only better. So no-one, except me and Sfiyah, knew the secret identity of the Black Burqa. I suppose Raafid might have guessed, but he was too intimidated by me to tell anyone. It must be terrible to live with someone who, at any time, might inflict painful violence on you. I know this, because that's how I had lived for years and years. "Who was that mysterious woman?" people were asking each other, and the guesses were all over the place. Every woman around here was wearing a niqab with a face veil; a burqa was only a small step further. Who was that masked woman? Asma spoke. "I've been through eight years of beatings. And each time he didn't kill me, he made me stronger. And now I want to be like you, a Black Burqa. I want to help all the women who are being trodden on and treated unjustly. We women are supposed to be treated like queens; too many of us get treated like serfs." |
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burning
toast
soggy beans
Raafid's supper
Sfiyah
someone
dressed
black burqa
timing
charcoal
Asma
appearance
masjid
confusion
two
three
burqa
disguise
secret identity
Black Burqa
Raafid
intimidated
painful violence
mysterious woman
guesses
niqab
face veil
masked woman
Asma
beatings
stronger
help
women
trodden on
treated unjustly
queens
serfs.
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Price: 8.00 |
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The Black Burqa illustrated, part one
My name is Ayesha. I am a pious Muslima, married to Raafid, my four off springs are Maryam, Gamali, Nasif and baby Kaadiha. I wear the veil, because I am a modest woman. I'm not smart like my friend Sfiyah. She seems to know everything. I read my Quran, and I'm still rather ignorant, unskilled and often I don't understand what people are saying. But I'm happy. At least, I was happy, until Raafid decided that he didn't like my cooking. To be honest, I don't blame him - cooking is one of the many skills I've never mastered. My food comes in two varieties, soggy or burned. So for the last two years, we've been at loggerheads. First, he spoke to me and told me to improve my cooking. I asked "How?" but he didn't have an answer. Then he tried to punish me by not joining me in bed. That's supposed to be a punishment? And when neither of those worked, he started beating me. They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. That seemed to be true for me - I noticed that I was thickening in the places where the blows landed. And it was hard muscle, protecting my body from Raafid's rod. He kept it hanging on a hook on the wall, and I knew that when he took it down, I was in for another beating. |
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Ayesha
pious Muslima
married
Raafid
Maryam
Gamali
Nasif
baby Kaadiha
veil
modest
smart
Sfiyah
Quran
ignorant
unskilled
happy
cooking
blame
mastered
food
soggy
burned
loggerheads
improve
punish
bed
beating
kill
stronger
thickening
places
blows
muscle
protecting
body
Raafid
rod
hanging
hook
wall
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Price: 8.00 |
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Amy's seduction
18-year old Amy Hardstone is in detention, and she seduces the teacher, Robert Scott, who is sitting in on the detention. Why is she there? Because she got into a fight. With three guys, and gave them a severe beating, leaving them in hospital. Amy shows Robert her huge biceps and massive thighs; flexing and breaking the desk she was sitting at. Then she mashes Robert against the blackboard with her enormous breasts, almost smothering him. Amy both attracted and terrified the small teacher. And when he calls her a freak, she's upset, and shows it by mangling the desk. Robert tries to make a run for it, but is stopped by collision with Amy's hard body, and then she crushes him in her arms, leaving him unable to breathe. |
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18-year old
Amy Hardstone
detention
seduces
teacher
Robert Scott
fight
three guys
severe beating
hospital
huge biceps
massive thighs
flexing
breaking
desk
mashes
blackboard
enormous breasts
smothering
attracted
terrified
small teacher
freak
upset
mangling
run
stopped
collision
hard body
crushes
arms
unable to breathe
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Price: 8.00 |
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The Black Burqa part three
I was just burning some toast to go with the soggy beans for Raafid's supper, when Sfiyah turned up, and she had someone with her. Who? I don't know, she was dressed head to toe in a black burqa. "Hey," Sfiyah said. "Hey hey," I replied, "what's the timing for toast again?" She looked at what was pretty much charcoal. "About ten minutes ago," she answered, "this is Asma. She wants to be a Black Burqa." I blinked. A what? Apparently, my appearance at the masjid had led to some confusion, mostly because Sfiyah also wore a black burqa when she went there to douse the lights. So people already thought there were two of us, and if two, why not three? The great thing about a burqa, is that no-one could actually see me. It was like a disguise, only better. So no-one, except me and Sfiyah, knew the secret identity of the Black Burqa. I suppose Raafid might have guessed, but he was too intimidated by me to tell anyone. It must be terrible to live with someone who, at any time, might inflict painful violence on you. I know this, because that's how I had lived for years and years. "Who was that mysterious woman?" people were asking each other, and the guesses were all over the place. Every woman around here was wearing a niqab with a face veil; a burqa was only a small step further. Who was that masked woman? Asma spoke. "I've been through eight years of beatings. And each time he didn't kill me, he made me stronger. And now I want to be like you, a Black Burqa. I want to help all the women who are being trodden on and treated unjustly. We women are supposed to be treated like queens; too many of us get treated like serfs." |
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burning toast
soggy beans
Raafid
Sfiyah
black burqa
masjid
disguise
secret identity
violence
niqab
face veil
beatings
stronger
help
women
queens
serfs.
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Price: 5.00 |
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The Black Burqa part one
My name is Ayesha. I am a pious Muslima, married to Raafid, my four off springs are Maryam, Gamali, Nasif and baby Kaadiha. I wear the veil, because I am a modest woman. I'm not smart like my friend Sfiyah. She seems to know everything. I read my Quran, and I'm still rather ignorant, unskilled and often I don't understand what people are saying. But I'm happy. At least, I was happy, until Raafid decided that he didn't like my cooking. To be honest, I don't blame him - cooking is one of the many skills I've never mastered. My food comes in two varieties, soggy or burned. So for the last two years, we've been at loggerheads. First, he spoke to me and told me to improve my cooking. I asked "How?" but he didn't have an answer. Then he tried to punish me by not joining me in bed. That's supposed to be a punishment? And when neither of those worked, he started beating me. They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. That seemed to be true for me - I noticed that I was thickening in the places where the blows landed. And it was hard muscle, protecting my body from Raafid's rod. He kept it hanging on a hook on the wall, and I knew that when he took it down, I was in for another beating. 15 minutes. |
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Ayesha
Muslima
Raafid
Maryam
Gamali
Nasif
Kaadiha
veil
modest
Sfiyah
Quran
ignorant
unskilled
happy
cooking
soggy
burned
loggerheads
punish
bed
beating
muscle
rod
wall
hook
15 minutes.
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Price: 5.00 |
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Doubt Her Strength, And Pay The Price
Telling your fit, athletic college girlfriend that her assorted sporting activities are "girlie" and nothing compared to real manly sports, is just asking for a beating - something she is more than willing and able to provide you! Bigger as you are, her ultra firm and powerful physique easily handles you, crushing you inside her full, full breasts, shapely legs and solid arms, all while telling you that in addition to sports, she's also a professional dominatrix! Tales of how she handles men such as you with ease, and not just her, but also any girl from her cheerleading and gymnastics squads as well! Girls such as she, who are completely superior to most any man, who Enjoy the feeling of putting foolish, macho men like you in their places! Doubt the power of such females, and pay a punishing price! The Super Sensual JuicyPeach lends her voice here, as always, speaking just to YOU! (12 1/2 minutes) |
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fit
athletic
college girlfriend
sporting activities
girlie
manly sports
beating
willing
able
powerful physique
crushing
full breasts
shapely legs
solid arms
professional dominatrix
handles men
cheerleading
gymnastics squads
superior
foolish
macho men
punishing price
Super Sensual JuicyPeach
voice
12 1/2 minutes.
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Price: 5.00 |
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Girl Time - A Mother & Daughter Story
Margo is a shapely and statuesque Dominatrix, who specializes in high-price clientele, such as the man she and her rock hard musclegirl daughter Zoe are paying a visit to. Tough, powerful and dominant, these sexy women show him (and his wife) what Total Control means, getting these sexy super-women off in the process while doing so; afterwhich they use their all too powerful presence to teach an abusive pimp the error of his beating ways! |
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Margo
Dominatrix
high-price clientele
musclegirl
Zoe
Total Control
sexy women
super-women
powerful
dominant
abusive pimp
beating ways
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Price: 2.00 |
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The Overprotective Amazon Girl
When a teenage judo star has some playfully dominant fun with her boyfriend, it turns from a night of teasing fun to intense dread, which neither of them will ever forget! So the beautiful athletic amazon changes her tune (not to mention buffing up her physique), protecting him from anything and everything - a fact he at first Loves, though as she begins to take things too far he realizes he has to do something, leading to a plan that could get him his worst beating yet! |
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teenage judo star
playfully dominant
boyfriend
night
teasing fun
intense dread
beautiful athletic amazon
changes her tune
buffing up
physique
protecting
anything and everything
at first Loves
take things too far
realizes
do something
leading to
plan
worst beating
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Price: 2.00 |
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Mixed Wrestling Venture (Part 1)
A sequel to our Nicolette Is My Girlfriend story, where we find our main man years later, alone and down on his luck financially (breaking up with Nicolette will do that to you); that is until he bumps into Amazonian powerhouse Judy again, who makes him an offer he just can't refuse - even if sometimes he wish he did! Making mixed wrestling videos for her website, shot by her beautifully buff sister Nancy, may help pay his bills but is it worth the continued beatings and batterings he undergoes while doing so?? |
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sequel
Nicolette Is My Girlfriend
main man
years later
alone
down on his luck
financially
breaking up
Nicolette
Amazonian powerhouse
Judy
offer
can't refuse
wish
mixed wrestling videos
website
shot
beautifully buff sister
Nancy
pay bills
continued beatings
batterings
undergoes
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Price: 2.00 |
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