Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

"That's right! Freedom of speech!" "You're punishing us! This is abuse of power!"

Her palm stung from the hard thwack of the slap. "Please, just shut up."

Flaming red. I shoved one foot back between Slade's legs and wrapped my leg around his calf. I pulled my leg forward making us fall backwards. Riley's next punch only skimmed me as we went down. Riley stood over me, not letting up as he slammed his fist into my body over and over again. I had to get out of Slade's grip. I lifted my hips and slammed them down on his manhood. His grib let up enough for me to spring up while grabbing and pulling Riley's next punch down, missing me and slamming my fist against his temple, disorienting him.

Slap. The sound of her slap reverberated through the air as her small hand connected with his cheek, causing his face to jerk to the side. "Don't you dare say a word against my dad! He would never do something like that, don't blame him for your mother's condition," she shouted, her voice filled with unwavering determination. Her chest heaved up and down aa she tried told catch her breaths. Her palm sting with the impact of the slap. He stared at her in utter disbelief, their eyes locked in a tumultuous battle of conflicting emotions.

Madison thought. "Oh." The man sneered and stepped forward to the front of Madison. He looked down at Madison with great pressure. Although Madison was not short, after all she was still a woman. At this time, the little girl standing beside Madison suddenly took a deep breath. Then, under Madison's incredulous gaze, she suddenly slapped out with her two chubby hands. The next moment, a scream came from the man's mouth, and his whole body flew backward directly.

I'd exerted all my force into the slap on Hailey's face. She spun twice like a top with half her face instantly swelling up like it was stung by bees. Before Ronnie could react, I pivoted and caught him with a backhand-forehand combo of two slaps, each on his left and right cheek, sending his glasses flying with a loud crack. I figured it was about time he learned a new dance—the Whirlwind of Love. "Flint, you—"

James is fucking her pussy but I have the rest. I spiral harder, stretching and opening, loving the noises she's making. Her ass is mine. I slap, connecting with a cheek in a crack that ripples flesh and stings my hand. I rub, then slap again, watching a scarlet palm-print rise satisfyingly on one side then the other. Lube...

~Rock~ ~Paper~ ~Scissors~ ~SLAP~ "Shit, Shit, Shit .... its hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. How is this a game, he is definitely cheating... This is nuts, fuck! I can't back off now." After the second slap, the pain was so unbearable that it made Ryan's head hurt. He could clearly feel the blood flow on the left side of his face. His temples hurt like hell. The fact that there were three more slaps left, Ryan's breath became harsh, his eyes became teary.

“Kabaam!” The slap was not just powerful. Its speed was like a fleeting comet, creating a loud explosion in the air as it moved. With an intimidating and destructive force, the slap went straight for Albert. The gale assaulted Albert in the face, messing up his long hair that he had just tied up. “Kapoof!” He had no choice but to raise both fists and throw punches at the incoming slap. “Bang!” Their fists collided forcefully, producing a dull thud of flesh and bone crashing together, sending thrills and exhilaration through the audience’s hearts.