Cheetah Girl

 




"You gone to dreamland?'

The crime fighter Cheetah Girl groaned and sighed softly. She was about to tip over the edge into unconsciousness. 

"This is over, Sleeping Beauty, all the pain will be gone very soon!"

Professional cat burglar Marcus Apted was interrupted by Cheetah Girl as he removed cash and barer bonds from a wall safe at the Witold Family estate, an effort Apted did not appreciate.

A short, but brutal fist fight erupted. Cheetah Girl quickly succumbed to Apted's physical domination. Alternating head shots and body blows left Cheetah Girl slumped on the couch, groggy, bruised, and bathed in pain.

"Finish...knock me..." she whispered.

"One more punch?"

Cheetah Girl nodded. 

"Okay, sweet dreams!"

 Apted kissed the rookie crime fighter's cheek and, in the exact same spot, landed a right hook.

Instant oblivion for Cheetah Girl.


Cheetah Girl was aware she'd been knocked out cold and would sleep for some time. The feeling of Apted's hands repositioning her legs, thighs and torso was thrilling. Being defeated by a notorious villain made her dream that Apted took her, his strong arms embracing her, his blue eyes penetrating her as completely as his dick.


Cheetah Girl woke from the knockout punch feeling spent and in love with the man who beat her up and left her on the couch. She tried to stand, but Cheetah Girl's legs wobbled and she dropped heavily on the floor. Cheetah Girl had to get with Marcus Apted.





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