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Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... recoiled at its sight. She clenched her fists in rage. She trembled. She broke down sobbing. She shook her head, weeping, knowing what her denial would mean. Jane stood there, not yet sure she understood, "Mona? Is that a 'no'?"

Mona felt her body move on its own. She had broken, and was beyond reason. She would stop this torture. She leapt up, knocking the remote out of Jane's hand. It clattered across the room. Jane was astonished at the sudden burst of speed--wasn't this bitch going on no sleep? Mona howled, unhinged, and launched forward like a maelstrom. She tore forward, Jane was unable to parry the strikes, some blocked but most getting a glancing blow on her. Her guard wore, she briefly split her arms, mostly trying to see her attacker, and this instant was pierced by a detonation of pain in her lower body.

Jane collapsed, it felt like her ovaries had melted inside her. In slow-motion, as she fell to her knees, she saw Mona's fist retract from her lower stomach--a direct shot to her womb. Jane dropped her hands to clutch herself in pain, but Mona was already following up with a shin kick to her pussy. The shin bone split her lips, connecting to her clit. Jane screamed in a high pitch that could burst eardrums. Jane fell, rolling back and forth on the ground. Mona bolted to the remote, removing the batteries from it and throwing them to the side. The empty remote fell to the floor. Mona looked up to see Jane slowly rising.

Mona stood, naked, tired, and ...

... enraged, against the woman dressed in black sweats who'd threatened to take her future from her. They charged each other. Mona dropped down, sliding on her knees for an instant and twisting. She caught a punch and thrust her shoulder under it, twisting and lifting. Jane was flung over her foe, slamming back down into the ground hard. She spat out air, face up on the ground, dazed. How was she getting beaten by this bitch? Before she'd collected herself, Mona had sat onto her. Mona's legs wrapped around Jane, pinning her arms to her sides, and locked her ankles behind Jane's waist. Mona glared down at Jane. Jane looked up at Mona, a bit of drool falling onto her face. She muttered, "Uh oh."

Mona reached down and grabbed the sweatshirt, digging her fingers into the factory-made holes. She pulled, ripping the sweater open, exposing Jane's--surprisingly large breasts. The sweater didn't compliment her at all. Her body was tan, but her breasts were milky white with clearly defined tan lines. Mona took a nipple between her thumb and index finger and pulled as hard as she could, twisting and pinching violently on Jane's tits. Jane screamed in pain, lifting off the ground while she was mauled. "Get off me you bitch!" she screamed.

Mona pulled her hands off Jane's nipples harshly, then slapped the wobbling tit flesh. Jane cried out in pain as her gorgeous girls were smacked around and beaten. They flopped back and forth from the barrage of slaps. Then, Jane found her fury. She kicked ...