The Fighter's Law dictates that when two combatants are locked in combat, that the winner of the fight becomes the owner of the loser. Simple, easy, a...d clean. Just winners, losers, owners, and slaves. It's a wonder how something so simple fucked everything up so royally.The Fighter's Law was an edict declared by the God of Conquest, whether it was an act of contempt or one of shear boredom matters not anymore, to survive is the only option for the inhabitants of New Heartland.And now, the. She worea one piece dress in a garish green and pink color combination, whichdid nothing to hide her body. Ironically her body made her look moremanly than it ever did before, her strong leg and arm muscles gainedfrom copious amounts of weightlifting coming out of the dress and makingher look awkward. She had on satin arm length gloves, with the fingerscut out to show off her 2.5 inch long nails, painted in a zebra pattern.Her obviously fake breasts stood out in her dress, not moving as. He ordered her to her feet, hands at her sides, feet wide apart. She did that glad to lower her aching arms as he slid his hands over her black clad slot of life, it was a caress, gentle and soft, the touch of a lover, he stepped back, by now she had relaxed a little. When BANG, with an explosion of pain his shoe hit her in the crutch, a full blooded kick to her labia the lacy knickers saving her from the rough eyelets of his polished black brogues. She folded over, pain knocking the wind from. HE CAME IN DID HIS JOB, AND WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE. I TOLD HIM TO SIT AND HAVE A CHAT. I ASKED WHY HE WAS HOME SO EARLY AND HE SAID HIS GF AND HIM HAD A FIGHT. I ASKED WHAT HAPPENED, ALL HE SAID HE WAS CURIOUS TO WHO ALL THE GUYS WERE THAT ADDED HER ON FACEBOOK. SHE THOUGHT HE WAS BEING TOO JEALOUS AND THEY STARTED TO ARGUE, SO HE LEFT. I KIND OF FELT BAD FOR HIM, BECAUSE I GET REALY JEALOUS ALSO, SO HOPING TO PUT A SMILE ON HIS FACE, AS WE CHATTED, I SPREAD MY LEGS AND BEGAN TO FLICK MY BEAVER. HE.