Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

That he owned the power to do far, far worse. “You’re softer than I expected,” he murmured, his voice a low, contemplative rumble. The humiliation was a firestorm. It burned away the last of my control. I tried to twist away, a frantic, useless motion. My legs strained against the spreader bar, the leather cutting into my ankles. He moved faster than thought. His hand came down on my inner thigh with a sharp, stinging slap. The sound—a crisp, shocking *crack*—echoed off the walls. It wasn’t a brutal blow, but it was precise. Calculated.

The table rattled with each slam, my back arching as he pounded relentlessly, cock hitting deep, balls tapping my ass. “Fuck, Kelly…your pussy's gripping me so tight,” he grunted, hands on my hips bruising as he drove harder. “Yes, Roland, harder, fuck me!” I moaned, my body jolting with every powerful thrust. He leaned in, sucking a nipple into his mouth, teeth nipping as his pace turned punishing, hips snapping like pistons. Sweat slicked our skin, the slap of flesh filling the room, my juices easing his brutal rhythm. He flipped me suddenly, bending me over the table, ass up as he reentered from behind. The new angle let him go deeper, cock spearing my core, grinding against that spot tha

"Ass clenching like it wants it. Slut." He pushed the thumb in fully—knuckle-deep. The stretch burned sharp, my hole gripping him tight. I yelped, body jerking forward. He slapped my clit then—palm cupping my pussy from behind, fingers cracking against the swollen nub. The sting was electric—sharp pain blooming into throbbing heat. My clit pulsed under the slap, wetness gushing out to coat his hand.

The excitement was getting under my skin and a small thrill went through me. A few minutes later, the music changed. It was loud with pounding drums. The roar started low, building with the music. A voice yelled out from the speakers. "Ladies, grab your man, gentlemen grab her hands and keep her from mauling our hometown boys. Here they are- The Slam."

He gritted his teeth while ruffling his hair up. ‘He slapped me huh, he just fucking slapped me? That bastard fucking slapped me shit' ***

The sound of Jamal’s heart racing fills my ears, while my other arm tightens around his neck as I can feel him begin to fight me, cutting off the memory before I know what actually happened. I deliver a powerful punch to his jaw; the impact echoing in my ears. The crack of bone mixes with his groans of pain. His hands desperately grab onto mine, trying to pry my grip from his neck. With a surge of strength, I hoist him slightly off the ground, feeling the strain in my muscles. Slamming his head onto the unforgiving floor, a sharp thud resonates through the room. I raise him up again, repeating the brutal motion, each impact sending shockwaves through my body. Blood begins to pool on the hard

I didn’t flinch. Her body left the ground, teeth bared, arms stretched forward like claws. And I slapped her mid-air. The blow sent her crashing back into the same wall, her limbs folding in awkward angles. Trolls howled, pounding their feet and fists against the stone balconies above. She came again. Faster. Angrier. I slapped her again. This time, the whole arena shook. She crumpled and didn’t rise immediately. Her body trembled as she tried to push herself up, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

Waiting. I brace myself against the wall. And I let go. Hot urine rushes down my legs, pooling beneath me. I don’t stop it. I stare at him while I do it. I want him to see. Then I slide down, right into my warm urine… I sit in it. He stands up fast. Hands in my hair, yanking my head back. “What the fuck are you playing at?” he snarls. My fingers curl into the puddle and I raise my hand and slap him across the face with it, slick and soaked.

As she was almost stepping outside the sliding transparent door, she suddenly stops as she felt a hand slapped her butt. Burning with rage, she turned around and hit the said person a hard slap on his face before pushing him hard in the process, throwing causes at him in rapid speed. The culprit, obviously drunk stood up with wobbly legs and pushed Fay hard on the chest. Fay with no strength to match the man's, falls backwards on the floor, her hand guiding her head from hitting the floor. Throwing abuse and insults at the man, she pushed herself up and still tried to hit him again but a hand grabbed her by the waist.