Alpha Beast Battle Club

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Round Three: Power Girl vs the Minotaur

Across the ring, her opponent the massive half-bull half- man. The Minotaur. Strong perhaps as Superman, it bellowed and angry snort. An earing in the right ear.

    Lusty creatures, she knew. Kara, Power Girl. White costume, with chest window and red cape. Nera her was a scrawny thing, like a humanoid chicken headed snake. Its tongue zipped out and back.

    Kara sighed. How did she wind up here? She’d goin to sleep in her apartment. Now, she was here. “I suppose this is a battle to the death?”

   “Not necessarily,” Chicken head replied. “Winner’s choice, winner can have their beaten foe as victory dinner, make them slave, just let them walk away, what ever. You both have same rights.”

   She looked at the bull man. What would his steaks taste like?

    “Power Whore!” The Minotaur called. “What is with that tit window? A method of distraction in battle?”

    “Something like that,” Kara snapped. She readied herself.

    His eyes fell on her bosom, “Unbeliuevable those mams could get to be so huge.” He licked his lips.”

   She blew some air. “Are we gonna talk about my breasts or fight? I’d like to get back home.”

    Laughing the Minotaur moved forward. So did Kara. He held a wooden staff in one hand. She didn’t need one, she had her powers and zoomed forward, catching him with a blow to the chin that sent the creature reeling.

    The Minotaur leapt into the air, its hooves spinning to her. Kara dodged the strike, it crashed into the marble floor. As she sent another blow at the chest, It used its staff to strike her wrist, spun a hoof smacked her rear. She moved around, her flattened hand catching its cheek. The staff fell to the floor.

    “I will tame you,” the minotaur bellowed. “It is a Minotaur’s job to tame you so-called superheroines.”

   “Never heard that before,” Kara said.

   Both fell to the floor. They were engaged in a struggling wrestling match as the crowd cheered and clapped hands.
    His tongue touch her chest through the breast window. “Stop that!” She snapped. Tossed the creature upwards.

   He moved quite agile, spinning in mid-air and landing on his feet. Kara rose. His arms reached for her. She tossed him  over onto his back. Then he spun knocked her legs from under her.

   As Kara hit the ground, he was back up and on her. The Minotaur fought to pin the chesty heroine. “You smell like hamburgers!” She growled.

   He laughed. Kara tossed him off. Her chest heaved. The sight had his notice. Minotaur’s.

    She looked around the auditorium. Among the crowd were some humans. Kara returned to her foe. He held his staff again like a baseball bat and swung at her. She broke the staff, swung a punch into his face.

   The Minotaur’s horns shook as he reeled back. He blew an angry snort. Horns leveled, charged.

   Using her cape as a matador’s, Kara cried, “Toro!”

   Laughter came from the audience. Her cape fell to the floor.

   “Don’t know why your kind like to wear those silly things,” He stomped on her cape.

   Kara just shrugged her shoulders. Her fists clenched.

   His horns waved to her. Kara grabbed hold of them. The bull was stymied as both spun around.

   “This is a true battle, a fight to the finish,” an announcer called. “Will the voluptuous Power Girl be in the Minotaur’s play pen? Or will he be on her menu?”

    The announcer continued a blow by blow description of the fight. Apparently being broadcast to other interested world over some intergalactic TV network.

   The Minotaur surged forward, putting all his weight and muscle against Kara. Her feet slid. Suddenly she went down. Roaring the Minotaur grabbed at her. His hands tore off the top of her costume. She swatted at the beast. Suddenly, her big breasts had become visible to him and the cheering crowd.

    Kara stood, angry. “Happy now?”

   Grinning, he looked her over. “I was wondering if that was just padding. Appears not.” He laughed.

   Her massive breasts flopped out. They shook as Kara moved. “Minotaur’s!”

   Again they entered conflict. Rolling on the ground. “Stop that!” She screamed as his tongue slapped at her breasts.

   Kara tried shoving the powerful bull man off. His strength seemed as if doubling, even as she was tiring.

   “Pin’er! Screw the Power Tit!” the crowd shouted.

   “It seems the Minotaur has the mighty heroine completely naked now, he’s struggling to pin her,” called the announced. “She’s fighting to keep his spear from finding its spot.”

   Grunting, Kara squirmed from him. The crowd shouted louder. Her chest heaved. The Minotaur caught her hips, the heroine on hands and knees.

   “No!’ Sudden fear filled Power Girl. Her eyes wide as the crowd cheered. A lump formed in her throat and force its way down.

   His powerful organ hit her rear. Screaming and squealing her body rocked as he used her. Pop-pop-pop.

   “Ungh-unh’unh-unh. Ohhh!”

    The minotaur placed a collar on her neck, then attached a leash. Power Girl felt powerless.

   He flopped the heroine onto her back and came down on her. His organ again worked her over. Tears flooded Kara’s eyes.

   “And the Power Girl is defeated, dominated by the Minotaur!” Called the announced as the bull man bellowed wile pounding Kara.