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Got some really sexy art from a really good artist recently. An image series, I'll show you guys later. For now, this little story functions as a prelude to the imageset I got. ;)

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His arms cinched tighter. His muscles dug into her throat, and he felt the breath escaping slower and slower. Their chests heaved with exertion, the battle had been long. In truth, she was the taller and physically more imposing, despite his muscles, she seemed a beast next to him. But he had outlasted her, and now, he was cutting off her air.

"Thaaaat's it" He whispered softly in her ear, as his arms forbade her breath, "That's it, kitty. Go to sleep." Her muscled back, a network of ridges and valleys made of flesh, rubbed against his shaft. The scent of her arousal wafted through his nose, and the juices of her cunt rubbed on his thigh as she thrashed. He could tell she enjoyed this as much as he did. He would take advantage of that later.

Her hands, larger than his forearms, gripped at his wrists as she tried to pull her way free. Earlier today, she would have ripped his arms away easily, but now, after hours of grappling, of scratching and clawing and squeezing, he had her. She was too tired to mount an effective comeback, and his arms around her throat kept her weak and tired.

The feeling of that muscled back and round, perfect ass against his cock was almost enough to make him burst and paint her white. Sex was fair game in these battles, and she'd mounted several attacks today. Her hands rubbed and teased, her ass ground against him, her sopping pussy had almost taken him inside. He resisted. The winner got the loser as their sex slave for the night. The stakes were too high to risk on his cock bursting early.

One hand fell to her side, and the other stopped squeezing so tight. He knew she was close to giving.But her hand was no longer trying to pull him off, just lightly grip. The last few moments before ultimate submission.

"That's it... I know you can do it... I know you can." He coaxed her. "Give up... Give up... You?ve already lost. You?re already my pet. Might as well be awake for it.

"Mmm... Good girl." He still held her tight, and nuzzled against her, his muzzle coming up to her chin. His body pressed to hers as she gasped and breathed deep. Her whole body rose and fell as she gasped at the air again. "Good girl... Very, very good girl..." He kept his arms around her, not letting her escape. He loved the feeling of her body against his, her hips, her ass, her lower back... Her whole form pressed close. "And now... You're going to be my little fuckpet, aren't you... I can do whatever I like to you."

She began to speak, but his arms were too tight. He laughed, "Just nod."

She nodded...

And his arms closed in once more, resuming his choking of the powerful lioness. Much taller than him, but now, so much weaker. "Good!" He laughed, kissed her cheek quickly, and then squeezed in, feeling her back and body rub as she instinctively tried to escape, "'Cause for one, I really get off on driving strong women into unconsciousness."

Her ass pressed up to him, and he nearly slid into her like this. But there was definitely more to come, and the night was young. She'd be on her feet soon after... But after this match, he wouldn't need to wait too long to relieve himself of his erotic tension in her pussy.

He fell to his back, pulling the lioness's full 250 pounds on top of him. His legs wrapped around her waist just as his arms did her neck, and his back arched. She was his... She was his, he'd beaten her, and he would choke her out! The heat of her body pressed down on his, and he began humping her back from below. He knew she was enjoying despite herself, as well. They both got off on conquest, giving and receiving, and nothing was quite as enjoyable as totally subsuming someone like this.

Her cunt dripped, and the rest of her body was just as wet. She exuded sweat, from exertion, from struggling to breathe. His cheek pressed against hers, and he ARCHED his back, extended his thighs, and crushed. The muscles of his legs pressed in tight against the ones of her core.

Her whole body shuddered as he squeezed. He was strong enough to bruise her, but from here, it felt like he was trying to crush a rock between his legs. Nevertheless, the rock was softening, as he stretched her, and ground his cock on her lower back.

He pulled tighter on her neck as well, his whole body pressed up to her upper, forcing her spine to arch in a C as he stretched and squeezed on their sides. He had her. She was HIS.

And the 250 pounds of struggling feline became dead weight in his arms. He let her slump off him, sliding like a puddle of water. He rolled her on her back to check on her, and pulled himself to his knees. He pressed his hand first on her warm chest. Heart still beating. Then to her neck. Blood flowing. He checked her breathing. She was unconscious, but still good. He gave a soft sigh and kissed her cheek, "Your night of servitude begins, my pet." He smiled, and crawled around to her feet.

He pulled open her legs and crawled between them. Her scent was overpowering. And incredible. Looking at the body of this lioness, forced into unconsciousness and uselessness by his arms, and such a horny girl she'd get off on it... It was hard for him not to just cum looking at that, and knowing his power. But there she was. Undeniable proof of his power.

He slid his fingers into her pussy, and pressed them around. It was dripping in there, and yet muscles still pressed in on all sides. He chuckled softly as he slid his fingers in and out, in and out, getting a good feel of her insides, exploring every inch of her. They'd both done this before, and she had a reputation.

She looked like a physical beast, but that was just a front. Her true power was sexual. A man cumming in her, for her, would often find he'd made his last mistake of the match. She'd pounce on him in his convulsions, lock in a brutal submission without a hint of resistance, and force him to tap out. Others weren't that lucky. Instead, she'd just continue exercising her sexual power until they submitted, not to a painful hold on their arm or leg, but a pleasurable one on their cocks. They'd tap out to her cunt or mouth. But now, she was conquered. She was his.

He watched her pussy as he fed it his fingers. Like a drooling mouth between her legs. Her cunt seemed to spasm, the outer lips bouncing and flexing, like her lower mouth choked on his fingers. He looked up at her, was she gaining consciousness already? But no... No, she was still out. He resumed the fingerfucking, his eyes on her face, rather than between her legs.

His fingers got drenched with a sudden blast of wetness from her pussy. Her face didn't move. But her whole body gave a few twitches. She gasped low, her head bounced. He just laughed at the sight. Little orgasms. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, bringing them up to his mouth and nose, and taking a deep whiff. The smell was undeniable, as her juices dripped from his fingers. He slipped his fingers slowly into his mouth and dragged them along his tongue, replacing feminine cum with saliva. The taste was undeniable, warm and soft... Pheremones, cum, sweat. All of it, and all at once, the smell of a conquered beast.

He crawled over her, aligning his shaft with the unconscious lioness's hole. "Not very nice of you, cumming before Master can have his fun" He teased her. His shaft rubbed up and down along her pussy, the very tip teasing her lips. "You were trying to get this in you all match," He laughed, "Who knew it was as easy as lying back and accepting?" He forced himself in.

And it did take some forcing. Even unconscious, she was tight. Her physically powerful core, the muscles that allowed her to strangle cocks until their owners could go no more, didn't stop existing simply because she wasn't awake. That pussy still had all of its power, its heat and wetness. It was a perfect milking machine, even if it wasn't turned on at the moment. And it was pressed around a primed up cock. Their hips smacked together, wet thumps and sloshes as he took her. Each thrust pulling a light gasp from her body. Limp and unable to brace herself, she twitched each time he thrust in.

Then, he felt her inner walls pull in on him again, closing his cock in a muscular embrace, and saw her body buck lightly without his input. The fluttering muscles inside her pussy pulled along him. Another light orgasm, not the big ones... He had a new task.

"Fuck, you're a hot bitch... Even knocked out, ya really want my cum, don't ya?" He asked, and pushed himself all the way in to the hilt in one thrust. The act sparked another, as her pussy's muscles twitched, and, in doing so, squeezed in on his cock, pushing it in all the right ways. He gasped lightly as her hot hole pulled and teased, her little thermal fucksleeve intent on doing its job, and he had to admit, her buff body was no less powerful internally. The thick muscles were pressed in rather than out, but he could still feel the distinct cords and texture. Every bit the topological map of ridges and valleys that her back was, but inverted, soaking wet and burning hot. And with each thing that seemed from the outside like a light twitch, that monstrous mouth convulsed and pulled on him, and he'd damn near been on the edge already.

Despite that, he wanted to enjoy this, wanted it to last. Each thrust now seemed to cause another twitch inside as well as out, her cunt getting wetter and tighter witch each one. He stopped, grinding himself inside her, hilt to hilt, enjoying the soft patter of her juices on the ground and the low breaths from the conquered beast beneath him, the way her hot hole squeezed tight. His orgasm had been preparing to unleash for her this whole time, he'd been tormenting himself preventing it. But now, her pussy would not be denied. The squeezing continued, and more light twitches led to sensations of muscle writhing on his cock, pulling along it like a tube of toothpaste.

The machine had been turned on.

Her abdominal muscles twisted and flexed, and on the inside, soft blows rained down. It was far from unpleasant or uncomfortable, but the sheer force of her core was undeniable and playing havoc on his shaft. It was obvious how she had been able to gain a reputation as a powerfucker when her pussy could pull and suck like this, even unconscious. He gritted his teeth to try to hold on, as her cunt suckled. He wanted this to last, though. He wanted to stay in the KO'd lioness for more than a minute. But her pussy didn't seem to care what he wanted, and the muscles rolled and pulled, compressing his cock like he had compressed her throat.

He gave her hips a smack, like urging a horse. "Slow down, gi-Ah!" His voice caught in his throat as the sopping hole squeezed tighter and her hips twitched, her head rolling to the other side. His attempt to slow or control her backfired, just more stimulation, building speed on the out-of-control orgasm inside her. You couldn't psychologically intimidate a consciously body, and though she breathed, and her heart still beat, she was now nothing more than instinctive reactions. And the reactions said pull. The reactions said CUM.

He grabbed her hips, and threw himself forward, a thrust that might bring an orgasm to even a conscious and resistant woman's pussy, but he hoped might be too much for her, already cumming, perhaps her roiling cunt would choke and be forced calm. But no such luck, and she just squeezed tighter. She was barreling downhill with no breaks, he was stuck in her for the ride. The machine had been turned back on, and he was going to have to take it.

The muscles continued to flex, squeeze, and batter. He gripped into her sides, and clutched onto that tawny fur. He wanted this to last longer, but that would mean lasting the orgasm of this muscular beast, and that seemed unlikely. Still, he did want to survive it. He looked down to watch the event.

Her abs roiled and flexed, twitching, each individually or in a group, like they were alive. It was incredible, to have done this to her. To have made her so much his bitch that he fucked her to an orgasm without her even being awake for it. The familiar wet, erotic sound came to his ears, the tangy scent of sweat floated up to fill his lungs. Her body was on fire, and her cunt was convulsing. He could see it, the lips opening and closing, chewing on the cock stuffed in, each twitch on the outside met by convulsions on the inside. Juices splashed out, onto the ground, onto his thighs, and coating and almost swallowing his cock. He was nearing his orgasm. Nearing, as if he hadn?t been on edge and fighting to hold back the whole time, as if this muscular fuckhole hadn?t nearly chewed him up without being in it, as if she hadn?t ground her back all along him until there was as much pre-cum as sweat. He?d gone through a full assault. He?d been lucky to go this long.

Her body squeezed and pressed, her whole form rolling as the muscular convulsions overtook her. He tried to hold back the cum, but his stamina?s defenses had been battered. His balls had drawn up, he was close, and with her whole body shaking, it was clear she was too. They would both go over.

The random spasming ended, and the finale began. Her abs all contracted at once, pulling her body off the floor even as her head lolled. Her pussy stopped twitching, and gave a final, total squeeze. The compression drove him on, relentless and powerful, pressing on him and practically forcing the cum on his balls. He held off for a few seconds before blasting, but the milking machine would not be denied its duty. He exploded inside her, pouring out his cum for her pussy.

He shot his cum into her powerful hole, filling her with his cream. He pumped out the pent results of a long fight with a sexual warrior, planting a victorious flag in her conquered mound. His chest heaved as his cum poured out, each convulsion in his cock and bounce in his balls spreading more cream inside her.

The orgasm finished in her clutching pussy, and he collapsed against her broad chest, resting on massive breasts. His cock remained stiff, though. That was only one orgasm for the night. One of many that he looked forward to getting. He conquered her. Beat her, and taken his pleasure from her like a sex toy.

He slapped her, letting her unconscious head rock to the ground. Then again, and again. Finally, he saw her eyes flutter open. First confusion, then anger... Then finally a recognition of what happened. He smiled cruelly at the lioness, reveling in his victory still.

"I was trying to hold back there," he sneered, "But you came for me fucking your limp body, and your orgasm forced me over. Know what that means?"

"What?" She asked softly.

"It means your pussy alone is worth more than the rest of you combined." Another flash of anger, but before she could move, a stinging slap reddened her face. "Night's still young, whore. And I got a lot to work off."

After a few seconds, a smile forced its way onto her face. "As you wish... Master."