Using the of her muscles Mistress Trish slams slave elihu against the wall so that she can kick his ass. She wastes no time slapping, punching, and kicking the clearly scared slave. The more she woman handles him the more he tries desperately to block his body from the powerful blows that Trish delivers. "Don't try and hide in the corner," she mockingly warns him right before she sends his body flying with a couple of insanely strong roundhouse kicks. As his body instinctually tries to shield itself from Trish's kicks and punches she warns, "you know you keep blocking and that just makes me an...

Using the of her muscles Mistress Trish slams slave elihu against the wall so that she can kick his ass. She wastes no time slapping, punching, and kicking the clearly scared slave. The more she woman handles him the more he tries desperately to block his body from the powerful blows that Trish delivers. "Don't try and hide in the corner," she mockingly warns him right before she sends his body flying with a couple of insanely strong roundhouse kicks. As his body instinctually tries to shield itself from Trish's kicks and punches she warns, "you know you keep blocking and that just makes me angry which means that you're going to get in so much trouble. Face me. Now." He does and gets knocked backwards by a couple of brutal double handed punches. The next roundhouse kicks knocks him to the ground but Trish isn't having it. "Back up," she orders," drag that sorry ass back up." As she punches and kicks him Trish mocks him again, "you're such a fucking little weakling, aren't you." "Yes Mistress," he responds between moans of pain. In no time the weakling is kicked and punched back to the ground. "You want face kicks," Trish continues to mock him, "you want face kicks while you're down there." Not one to bluff Trish kicks him a couple of times in the head before standing triumphantly on his chest and informing him, "now that you're down I guess I'm just going to have to scissor the fuck out of you." First she tramples him full weight "tenderizing" where she was just punching him. "Someone's in trouble," she smiles as she slaps his face with her foot. Sure enough the weakling is in for it when Trish uses her insanely muscular legs to painfully squeeze his head, and by proxy his body, into submission. She crushes his skull with a straight scissorhold as she continues to taunt him for being such a wimp. The poor sub winces, moans, and writhes as Trish tightens her steel like thighs fully around his head. "We're not done," Trish warns him as she loosens her grip to put him in an equally painful reverse scissorhold. The overwhelmed sub's head is so sweaty that it starts to slide out which makes Trish angry. She yells at him to keep his "sweaty little head" right between her thighs warning him that this is her being "nice" and that he doesn't want to see what happens when she gets "angry." Despite the tremendous amount of breathless pain the sub is in he submits and dutifully keeps his head pinned right below Trish's muscular ass as she continues to pulverize it with her muscles. Just when the weakling doesn't think that things can get any worse for him Trish treats him to a choke hold. Her arm muscles are also insanely strong and when she wraps and squeezes them around his neck the sub's fear and pain is quickly overwhelming. She maneuvers his body however she desires as she warns him again that he doesn't want to make her angry now because she could easily end it all for him. To finish the weakling off Trish grabs his skull in a harsh figure four scissorhold and uses the leverage of her entire muscular body to make him into a broken pile of submission. Clearly pleased Trish stands triumphantly over the broken boy and further humiliates him by stomping her foot on his chest and face and verbally taunting him. "You're such a fucking weakling. Thank me for letting you live," she sneers as she slaps his face with her foot. "You know what weak little men like you are good for?" she asks as she hovers above his head, pulling her panties to the side, and flooding him with a continuous stream of her golden essence. Now that the weakling is thoroughly broken and humiliated in every way that Trish desires she stands over him victoriously flexing her lithe, but oh-so-powerful, muscles as she verbally crushes him "manliness" one more time.