Army vs Ro - Going HAM*

Hm. This was a dilemma. On one hand, he was getting choked out. Definitely a bad thing. On the other hand, there was an incredibly sexy redhead 'threatening' to relieve him, and then take him back to her apartment for more relief. Why was he fighting that, again?

Oh, yeah. Because it was fun.

It wasn't quite as bad as getting choked with the chain, but he was lower on energy now than he was back then, messed up the whole dynamic. He had to be a little bit smarter this time. He turned a bit and punched Ro right in the foot, trying mash her bare toes into the linoleum and crush them underneath his knuckles.

Ro grinned. She had this sexy boy exactly where she wanted him. Dead to rights, perfect. On the floor, struggling to breathe, her rope strangling him and sloooowly taking him to dream land.

This guy was something else…as strong as Johnny Higurashi, as sexual as herself, and as bold as John. Heâ€d be a fun playmate, especially once sheâ€s beathim…

But, beating him may be easier said then done. At first, Ro bit her lip when his fist mashed her soft and sexy toes into the ground. She held her breath, but the mashing became worse and worse, and then finally Roâ€s eyes went wide and she let out a scream, droping the mic and hobbling away, hoping on one foot right back into the hall!

She was planning to make him worship those...now she REALLY wanted to make him do that.

Army was close to passing out, which he wasn't totally against, but he would prefer not to have it happen with a children's toy, of all things. He had some pride, after all, and more than a few of his old boxing buddies were probably catching this on the web. Not exactly the sort of thing they would ever let him live down.

Fortunately, Ro could only take so much toe damage before she backed off and hopped away, heading back out of the store. Army took in some fresh gulps of, breathing hard and heavy, but pulling himself together as fast as he could. She was right there, wide open, begging for it. He had to go.

He punched the floor and took off, springing to his feet as he could and come at her with a spear, looking to take her off her other foot, too.

Dam! She loved foot play, but that hurt…though, if anything, the intensity of the fight had made her very aroused…

Ro was still trying to get back down on her other foot when Army came out. He found her rushing towards the concesion stand. Ro hadher back turned to Army as she ran for it, so she had no way to avoid the spear which took her to the ground hard, a curse escaping his lips.

Army brought her down hard, sliding into the concession stand and knocking some popcorn down over his head. He moved in, looking to keep her grounded before she could get the chance to do whatever the hell she was planning to do over here.

"And I'm on top again. Funny, didn't figure you for a bottom girl, but that's where you keep ending up." He leaned into her and pressed his forearm against her throat, going for an easy choke as he added and added on the pressure. "I'm not too picky, myself. You want me to keep getting on top, if that's where you want to be, I'll happily oblige. Not good for winning the match, though."

“OOF!” She let out as she was slammed to the ground. The thing she had been reaching for, the bowl of searing hot nacho cheese was knocked out of reach as popcorn fell around them…

“Heh…oooo the bottom might be fun….!” Before Ro could finish he response, an arm began to crush her throat, making her gag and gasp, drool running down her cheek as her tounge lolled out. She felt around the ground, looking for a weapon…then found a bottle of red sirochi sauce! She grabbed it and pointed it at his eyes, spraying him full force to get him off!

"It might be, yeah. Will it, that's the question." Army leaned in harder, pouring on the pressure into his makeshift sleeperhold. It was crude, but effective, letting him use the weight advantage keep her down. If this thing was for a pinfall, he would be winning it by now, but this would do all the same. Solid position. Not something she was getting out of anytime soon.

Army didn't count on a condiment-based attack, though, and when she squirted the hot sauce in his eyes, he could only think of one word to really describe it."Fuck!"

He fell off her and landed on his back, scratching his eyes in a furious fit as he writhed about on the floor, muttering a string of curses under his breath. It stung. It stung like a million little flaming bees, all going at it in his eyelids.

“MIGHT be, BUT Iâ€m a huge power bottom, sweety.” She said with a laugh as Army tried to get his eyes clear from the agonizing hot sauce. With him blind and on the ground, she was EASILY able to unzip his pants, yanking off his cup. “Awww, did that hurt? Let me help distract you.” She laughed as she reached in and slammed his balls hard…one…two…three times, revenge for the (accidental) hit on her tit!

"Not..." He grunted, going into another rubbing fit. "Not sure what a 'power bottom' is." Army never did pay much attention to sex terms. Always seemed to make something so simple way too complicated.

He felt a sudden rush of air down below as she zipped his pants open and pulled the cup off, and sure enough, that meant nothing but bad things to come. Very bad things.

"No!" The first hit slammed home. "God damn!" The second, a little harder. "Shit!" The third, the hardest yet. The brutal bashes to his ball, delivered in rapid succession, and it was all Army could do to roll over on his chest to protect his aching privates, giving her his whole back to play with.

“Such cursing!” Ro chastised, laughing as Army writhed and moaned and was in pain for each brutal bash to his balls. That, of course, exposed his back.

First, her nails RACKED down the center of his spine, scratching them up while Ro stood up…her hands only left when Ro was finally on her feet and was moving to grab his wrists. She had a simple plan. Plant her sexy foot on his back and pull up on his arms, while she tried to break his spine…MAYBE literally, depended on her mood.