Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

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.

*Slap* *Boom* A powerful sound erupted from the seemingly normal clap. It was a loud sound that shattered the nearby glass and threatened to shatter the eardrums of the young Aiden. But for some reason Aiden’s eyes remained steady, and his countenance was the same. And without seemingly showing any weakness, he burst out with great power, extending his retracted arms towards the female assassins with his fingers balled into gigantic fists. *Bang*

*BOOM* The seemingly indestructible dummy swayed once again, evidence of the power behind the strike. The little boy’s blue eyes sparkled with determination as though finally seeing an opportunity. Still maintaining his stance- which remained unbroken after the previous attack, as though bearing no rebound effects- he whipped his left leg towards the dummy, leaving his right leg with the task of maintaining his balance. “Star flicker Extreme burst combo” Mane mumbled quietly under his breath as his leg finally connected with the dummy’s exposed chin. In that brief moment of contact, the appearance of the leg grew blurry, leaving only a deafening sound as the evidence of its contact with the

I know how hard or how soft to hit for just the right impact. Starting with the non-engraved side, I swing with mid-strength, and leave a pretty pink strip across her ass. I continue to paddle her, and watch as her toes curl and her fists clench, but she never snaps her fingers. After the eighth whack, I reposition myself and turn the paddle around. I bring it down on her right cheek first, and then again, down on her left cheek, leaving the word SLUT on each. Those last two whacks were a bit harder, so it will leave a pretty bruising around the word. “Fucking gorgeous!” I squeeze both cheeks, making her jerk and groan on Jory’s cock.

I gag around the cloth shoved into my mouth, held there by a thick ribbon of duct tape. There’s another hard slap, and my body reverberates with the force of it. “Keep fighting, and I will keep slapping some sense into you,” Adam laughs brightly, my pain his comedy. “And if slapping doesn’t work, I can use my fists, or my feet.”

Power rolled through his muscles. His paw came down. Not a strike… No! A falling mountain. BOOM! The blow slammed into Riven’s shoulder with bone-rattling force. The sound echoed across the plains. Riven’s body was hurled sideways, skidding violently across the dirt. His claws ripped deep trenches into the earth as he fought to stop the momentum, soil spraying behind him in long violent streaks. For a moment it looked like the strike might have broken him. But the gray wolf was already moving.

Finding entertainment at my expense? I roared into the night air. The sound tore out of me, raw and animalistic. Each hit more aggressive than the last. Puck against boards. Stick against ice. My arm was falling apart at the joint, but I barely noticed it. The pain felt good. Grounding. It anchored me, not letting the storms of my mind blow me away into nothing. Slade knew how to smile at other people’s children. Hands on their shoulders, taking photos that flooded social media.

Nolan smacked him on the shoulder. "I'll take the prize for you." "Let's see." On time, the racing cars started moving into the starting line. The host started the countdown, and a huge explosion signaled the start of the race.