Shower Room Revenge (For Darius) Complete

Matt was abruptly snapped back to reality by the harsh slap across his face. "OW!" he yelped, and he was fully awake again, now seeing he was in a bad situation, with Dulsa holding him trapped, and Kelly before him with her fists raised.

Matt cried out again and again as the punches slammed repeatedly into his face, each one threatening to knock him out once more. He tried to break free from Dulsa's grip, but after just waking up he was still weak, and the nibbling of his ear wasn't helping his willpower. "D-Dirty bitches," he managed to get out.

Matt let out a strained groan as Dulsa started to bite along his neck. This was certainly a humiliating and painful situation he had found himself in, being beaten and taken advantage of by two sadistic girls. He started grunting as Kelly moved to start punching his stomach, and he was growing weaker by the second. He grit his teeth angrily. He wasn't about to let them do this to him without a fight! So he would swiftly raise his foot, and try to nail Kelly right in the crotch. If he managed that, he would then throw his head back to try nail Dulsa in the face with a backwards headbutt.

Matt couldn't help but grin but smile as he saw Kelly writhe on the floor after his slightly less than honorable manuever. Then again, how much honor was there in two on one?

He had hoped his headnutt would have Dulsa release him, and then maybe he could have escaped, or more than likely taken them on. But the girl had other plans. With an alarmed cry Matt was Geman suplexed right into the tile floor. He flooped wordlessly onto his stomach. Being thrown to the hard floor like that nearly knocked him out again, but by some miracle he was still conscious, groaning in extreme pain.

Matt as in another world after such a fall, unable to get back up to mount a proper defense against the evil girls. He merely groaned again as Dulsa moved him onto his back. Matt opened his eyes wearily, just in time to see Dulsa's ample chest covered his face. "Mmmhhp!" came Matt's muffled cry. He sprung back to life, his struggles resuming out of sheer panic. He struggled with all his might, hoping to dislodge Dulsa, but all he was doing was losing more air.

Matt truggled with all he had underneath Dulsa, but with his hands pinned he couldn't make full use of his upperbody. He was starting to grow weak again, when suddenly Dulsa removed her breasts from his face, and he inhaled a sharp breath of air. Of course, it was only so the girl could start whacking him with her breasts. He grunted and flailed, it was more annoying and teasing more than anything. To get Dulsa off him, Matt would lift his hea and sharply headbutt Dulsa in her boobs.