AnthroDragonGuy: I know my regular shit its somewhat heinous but I appreciate you reading it :3
now... im goint to list the following three
Guest1: yea man, It is a pity that a character with so much charisma and energy like Tabby hasn't been used more regularly...
and I am also fond of those stories that take place in a different era from the canon, I'm planin' to make the most of it in the future
Guest2: you know it, man. The surnames are one of those small details that I use when I can use them...
Guest3: Oh, don't sweat it, dude. Tabby's role will be vital ... when the time comes...
Lincoln has trouble paying Ronalda, his Latina maid, whom he tries to trick into having sex with her. Ronalda rejects his employer's advances and proposes a marriage of convenience. Lincoln merely intends to turn the maid into a concubine and they play it out in a fight, but after his defeat Lincoln tries to make love to his brand new Latin American fiancée, but she rejects him again.
Marriage of Convenience 2 " Lincoln's fiancée fiercely defends her chastity.
Tabby Adlon opened one of the windows of her home, an old apartment on the second floor of a building in central Royal Woods, and let out a sigh of annoyance when what came in, instead of a little cool wind, was a blast of even hotter, drier air. All of Michigan had been going through an intense heat wave since the beginning of July, nothing really serious, just a rise in the local temperature just enough to cover every part of her young, slender body with sweat, as well as to stoke in everyone's hearts the fear of a new wildfire... anyway, nothing serious.
Resigning herself to the fact that she wouldn't get any kind of relief from nature, Tabby closed the window and returned her attention to the restless woman who kept poking curiously around her home. Paulina Kidder had just emerged from the apartment bathroom, for perhaps the third or fourth time in a row, and abandoning both her sports jacket and roller derby skates in the process, but maintaining her smile, she planted herself firmly in the middle of the living room along with the seemingly disinterested blackhead who was accompanying her. Wearing an elegant, tight-fitting crimson one-piece dress that failed to conceal her plunging neckline, elbow-length black gloves, and a haircut that exposed only one of her eyes, Lorraine Goldfarb was the spitting image of one of those misfits obsessed with erotic vampire novels.
Those two attractive women appeared to be extremely disparate, yet instead of staying as far away from each other as possible, as their stereotypes inclined one to think, they were planning to buy Tabby's apartment for and by themselves.
Ignoring her mind that longed to find a suitable opportunity to ask the goth and the jock how they could walk around in such outlandish clothes on such a hot day, Tabby asked.
"So, what did you think of the apartment, Miss Polly, Miss Haiku?"
"I love the place!" The eyes, as well as the smile of the muscular madwoman who insisted on being called 'Polly Pain' beamed with delight. "All the rooms have a wide view and all have high ceilings, the red cedar on the floor is in perfect condition and I bet with these thick brick walls nothing that happens on the street will wake us up in the mornings!"
Hearing all the compliments and the fascinated tone with which one of her potential buyers referred to her home, Tabby felt equal parts sorrow at having to sell the place, as well as great joy that she could finally sell the place!
"I only have one doubt that worries me" and almost as if an invisible lever had been pulled that suddenly brought her back to life, the other crazy woman, the goth who insisted on being called 'Haiku' stood up and approached the owner of the apartment, "why would anyone want to sell a place as good and well located as this one for cheap?"
Tabby had certainly expected either of them to ask her such a question, but what she didn't expect was the radical change of attitude in both potential buyers, who suddenly seemed willing to do anything to get the truth out of her.
Intimidated, as at first glance the muscularity of one and the blade barely hidden inside the bra of the other, Tabby found that she could no longer lie to the pair of madwomen without stuttering every word. So, waiting for a response from the rocker, and Tabby not knowing what to say to them, the three women stood in silence and stared at each other for almost a full minute until the doorbell rang.
Interpreting that timely interruption as an opportunity to pull herself together a bit and ignore the intense stare that Dracula's heiress and Sarah Connor's long-lost sister kept giving her, Tabby hurried to attend to her unexpected, but very welcome, visitor. However, what little calm she was just beginning to regain left her as soon as she opened the door and discovered who had rung the doorbell; on the other side of the frame was her neighbor from the apartment upstairs.
Lincoln Loud, a comic book writer with a build and scowl more befitting a retired soldier...or perhaps a bitter model, held her gaze from the hallway.
However, the bulky white-haired man had changed quite a bit over the past three months, and not only physically -the obvious increase in his corpulence was proof that he had started exercising a bit more and eating better- but also his attitude had improved considerably, as Lincoln had gone from being a sullen guy with few words to an extremely friendly gentleman who was always looking to make conversation. Tabby had to admit, Lincoln's new attitude was starting to strike her more as a charismatic little boy starring in an entertaining TV show than the scowling man she had first met.
Even so, the man's presence continued to intimidate her... especially when he was accompanied by his ill-favored Latina maid... the pair of freaks were seen more and more often strolling together… while yelling at each other.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything, Miss Adlon," those words took Tabby by surprise, her irritable, and very attractive, upstairs neighbor knew her name?! That could only mean bad news, "but my fiancée and I found out just yesterday that you are moving out so we thought it would be a nice gesture to give you a parting gift...please, here."
«TO HELL WITH CAUTION, LET THE CRAZY WOMEN WHO WANT TO BUY MY HOME KEEP IT!» Thought a terrified Tabby, before taking in her hands the steaming casserole filled with food that Lincoln reached for her «TABITHA ADLON WILL NOT BE THE NEXT WOMAN KILLED AFTER A FIGHT BETWEEN A MOB HITTER AND AN ILLEGAL! Wait! Did he just say 'me and my fiancée'?»
"This... uhm... thank you?"
Not knowing what to say or do, Tabby could only watch helplessly as the albino turned and smiling, walked back up the stairs to his apartment, leaving her alone again with the two women in her flat waiting for a response.
How was it possible for a person to improve their attitude as much and in such a short time as Lincoln Loud? Enduring three months of your former maid, now your fiancée, keeping you in forced chastity is the only possible answer.
After winning that first fight against Lincoln, and after moving into her former employer's apartment, Ronalda not only refused to have sex with her defeated fiancé, but to show who's boss in the relationship, the Latina began to walk around the house wearing only her underwear, as well as enjoying long marathons of porn movies on the living room TV.
Lincoln, being the man with a great sexual appetite that he had always been, ignored for a very short time that monument of a woman who enjoyed torturing him by showing him what he could not have. So it was only after the first week of seeing Ronalda naked in his apartment every day that the albino tried to take advantage of the nakedness of his maid.
That first approach ended in the only way it could end; in an extremely violent verbal confrontation, and Lincoln, truly believing that he had gone too far with the woman, gave up after receiving the first slap only to be called a coward immediately afterwards. It took that scene to be repeated three times in three consecutive days for Lincoln to finally understand what Ronalda's game was all about, so at noon the next day, just when he was at his most excited, he jumped on the Latina without warning. And what a fight it was, but that tiny Mexican amazon ended up winning once again, although this time by a very small margin, which encouraged Lincoln to try again a couple of days later.
However, each new confrontation was always followed by a new victory for Ronalda, who enjoyed riding Lincoln's face, always using the albino's tongue and nose to give herself satisfying orgasms to celebrate her triumph.
After that was repeated in a more or less identical way for more than a month, it was Ronalda who innovated the game she had proposed at the beginning, because after a new victory on her part and after enjoying once again her well-deserved reward orgasm, she surprised the defeated Lincoln with a wonderful handjob that made him finish in record time. Lincoln, demoralized after so many consecutive defeats, thought that it would be a one-time thing, however, a couple of days later, after obtaining a new victory, and after using the white-haired man's face as a sex toy once again, Ronalda used her hands for a second time to bring him to climax.
Thus a new dynamic emerged in the competition in which the fiancés were immersed; they both fought, she was the winner, and depending on how difficult the fight had been, the lewd maid would either fast Lincoln or masturbate him. On a couple of occasions when Lincoln had managed to take down his adversary with his bare fists, Ronalda even acknowledged his effort with an electrifying blowjob! However, proper intercourse was always out of the question until the promised "wedding night". Lincoln and Ronalda had been rolling around fully naked for over three months and had yet to be truly intimate.
After so many months of fights and orgasms, Lincoln began to recognize that he no longer disliked the idea of marrying the Latina; not only had he never tasted food as tasty as what she cooked, but thanks to Ronalda's constant challenges, there was not a single boring day now that they were living together. However, there was something that did not leave him satisfied with his current situation, and that was that he wanted to be the one who wore the pants in the relationship, but to accomplish that he had to beat her first in a fight... and to achieve that it was more than obvious that he had to change his strategy when fighting, luckily for the white-haired man, he was not called 'the man with the plan' for nothing.
After handing the pot of food to his shy downstairs neighbor, and mentally reviewing his new plan of action, Lincoln entered his apartment slamming the door. The first thing that greeted him was the image of a naked Ronalda Santiago vigorously masturbating in the middle of the living room while watching a porn movie on TV.
That scene, so strange for an ordinary person, was perfectly natural to the albino, in fact, he was counting on it. So without wasting any time and without giving her time to react, Lincoln grabbed her by the hair and violently pulled her off the couch and slammed her to the floor before dragging her to the center of the living room. That had been their favorite battleground for the past three months.
"All right, it's time for me to fuck you like the horny sow you really are, you dirty whore!" Lincoln shouted the last in Spanish as he took off his clothes.
"Wow, I'm so pleased to see you in such high spirits!" Ronalda replied in perfect English, as she stood up, "The rougher you are, the more it turns me on to kick your ass! Come here, my pussy needs some attention. "And after saying that, the Latina began to lick the two fingers that until a few moments ago had been inside her.
Without waiting for anything else, both adults ran to meet the other and collided furiously in the very center of the room, and after a brief struggle, and taking advantage of the obvious difference in size, Lincoln lifted Ronalda off the floor before throwing her with a shove against one of the walls. Ronalda bounced off the wall and before she had time to recover from the blow, he caught her between his strong arms in such a way that she could not find any angle at which she could release even a single blow.
Without her being able to do anything to stop it, the copper-skinned she-devil began to feel her rival's arms closing tightly over her body, crushing her in a very strong bear hug. Nervous at not being able to release herself, Ronalda tried to drive one of her fists into the albino's liver, but she never managed to connect the punch, just as she could not prevent him from throwing her hard against another wall.
After three months of defeats, Lincoln had finally learned his lesson. Ronalda was not always victorious because she hit harder, yes, her technique was good, but that was not why she won every fight, she always ended victorious because she had always kept her mind cool and focused. If he wanted to have even a chance, he had to put all desire to fuck the Latina out of his mind and focus on the fight.
Maintaining his new strategy, the albino continued to thrash his ex-maid from one wall to another, always trying to keep close enough to be able to continue squeezing her in his arms so that the Latina would never be able to recover from the blows and thus not be able to use her fists that had given her such good results in the past.
With her ribs, arms and back extremely sore, as well as her throat in growing desperation, Ronalda was forced to use a tactic she had never had to use in the past, and attempted to kick her attacker's groin with one of her knees, but the blow never connected with its target.
Seeing that her desperate attempt to break free had completely failed, Ronalda fell completely into a panic and resorted to a measure even more humiliating than a blow to the genitals. She drove a ferocious bite into her assailant's arm and only then did she manage to free herself. And as soon as she was free from the endless punishment in which she had been tangled, Ronalda unleashed a veritable rain of blows and kicks on Lincoln. Who, having found himself in the same situation in all the past fights, raised his guard and resisted the terrible pummeling he was receiving before launching himself again against his rival. His attack, however, was intercepted this time by an accurate kick in the stomach that made him fall to the ground.
Ronalda, still in a panic, didn't even wait for Lincoln's body to hit the ground before she jumped on him and started kicking him while screaming.
"Come on, you fucking faggot! We're just getting started! Get up and fight, fight! FIGHT!"
Lincoln, who already had plenty of experience after finding himself in the same position during all their past fights, managed to kick Ronalda's calf knocking her down as well. The woman tried to stand up as quickly as she was used to doing, but her body was so sore that the only thing she managed to do was to prevent Lincoln from getting up first. So they both ended on their knees facing each other, holding hands and struggling.
For a few moments both fiancés, and rivals, pushed each other with all their might without gaining an advantage, until the little Latina managed to plant one of her feet firmly on the floor, and using her new advantageous position she flexed her tanned muscles while pushing also with her body weight, thus managing to push her male adversary back little by little while she smiled wickedly.
Seeing how the Latina's iron arms slowly pushed him back, Lincoln began to feel a cold sweat pouring down his back and despair seize his throat. A woman could not beat him in a duel of strength! It was that desperation that energized him and after pushing with renewed impetus, Lincoln managed to regain all the territory he had lost.
For a couple of minutes both the patron and the maid remained balanced, motionless, but with their arms beginning to tremble from the effort as sweat drenched their bodies. But when, millimeter by millimeter, Ronalda was forced to lean back, with the sweat dripping faster and faster down her forehead and down the valley forming between her breasts, it was in terror that she discovered that there was nothing she could do to remedy her situation. Lincoln now had the advantage of superior position, reinforced by his greater height and body weight.
Knowing herself defeated, Ronalda spat in Lincoln's face as a last challenge. The latter, knowing himself finally victorious, only smiled before returning the spit. And after a last big push from the albino, Ronalda finally fell backwards to the ground.
The Latina tried to sit up, but a punch from Lincoln stunned her long enough for him to pin her arms with his and give her a mocking look before positioning his hips between her legs.
"Now... I'm finally going to fuck you... like the whore you are..."
Blushing intensely at those words and at the feel of her former employer's cock in her crotch, Ronalda tried futilely to wrench one of her hands from the grip in which Lincoln had trapped her against the floor.
"Fucking faggot..." With both wrists being held tightly above her head, with a hard cock between her legs forced open, and with no possibility of remedying her situation, Ronalda discovered that, for the first time in her life, a man had defeated her "let... let me go... I don't want to..."
Maintaining his smirk, Lincoln settled his hips a little better over her crotch before he began to press down, forcing her to spread her legs even wider and leaving that pussy that had caused him so much discomfort completely unprotected. Ronalda's mouth couldn't help but open in a muffled moan as the tip of his intimacy began to press against the entrance to hers.
"Well fuck you..." Without wasting any more time, Lincoln arched his hips as he gave his own excited grunt, his glans brushing against the moist outer lips of Ronalda's pussy, slowly beginning to pull them apart.
Getting the first inch in was easy enough; those soft, moist, supple lips opened for him, welcoming the tip of his cock and tightening around it. But as he went a little deeper, Lincoln was met with impossible resistance. Ronalda's compunctioning face indicated that she was denying him free access to her pussy. Even though he had beaten her in physical combat, the albino would have to fight once again to even deepen the penetration just an inch.
"You fucking whore!" Lincoln hissed, leaning his weight fully against the Latina and forcing her legs wide open. He then gave a hard thrust of his hips against hers, managing to get his cock in a little further.
Ronalda let out a muted moan again, gasping and shuddering, as she felt her rival's thick phallus slowly, but irremediably, bury itself inside her. As it was, with Ronalda imprisoned beneath Lincoln, she discovered how much smaller she was than he was, how much stronger the body of the man she hated was than her own. Every inch Lincoln managed to get into her was a victory in a battle against the maid's stubbornness, and by the time he had managed to get half of his cock inside her tight pussy, she, already defeated on both fronts, was moaning openly as she cried out in helplessness, her pelvis spasming weakly against his hips.
The stubborn maid's mouth opened in a mute scream as soon as her bastard of a master began to fuck her with the passion that three months of forced chastity had provoked in him. Sliding his hips back, only to immediately move them forward afterwards, Lincoln began to really fuck her, holding her between his body and the floor itself, pumping his cock again and again, forcing the penetration a little more after with each shove.
And the intention of his hips was more than evident; after each powerful thrust his phallus managed to enter a little more in that tight pussy that had resisted him. Thus, immobilized as she was, Ronalda could do nothing when her conqueror's cock finally overcame any resistance she could put up and entered her body completely.
A solitary moan was what escaped from the albino's throat as soon as he realized that the base of his dick could already brush against Ronalda's wet and very tight rump. "You... fucking... whore... whore...!"
Ronalda, for her part, could only respond to those words with a grimace that was no longer intimidating, for her chest refused to absorb even the air necessary to scream.
Staring at the pathetic expression of the slut who had humiliated him so many times in the past, Lincoln let go of Ronalda's arms only to grab the Latina's throat instead and begin to penetrate her with gusto. Pulling his hips back, just until the tip of his cock barely remained inside her, Lincoln dropped his full weight on the prone body of his rival, thus getting his cock inside her to almost impossible limits. Then, he repeated that motion, over and over again, slowly sliding backwards only to thrust forward hard, crushing the maid against the stave floor.
Ronalda, for her part, could only whimper her humiliation, her throat still refusing to allow her to speak and her rump wide open around a cock that reached depths no other had ever reached before. The sensations her body reported to her brain surpassed what she thought was the limit, transcribing themselves to her consciousness as an immense surge. The idea of knowing she was defeated and humiliated also worked as an amplifier of the pleasure she was experiencing, because after enduring only a few moments of such rough treatment, Ronalda came, and her walls closed over the member of her former employer.
"Whore... whore... whore...!" Lincoln began to mumble between his teeth as soon as he felt the almost painful squeeze in which Ronalda's vagina had trapped his member. However, sensing his own end near, Lincoln had to let go of his maid's throat, and instead, clung with both hands to the long black hair of his vanquished rival as he increased the speed of his penetrations.
The Latina's lungs wasted no time in giving a good account of the oxygen that was circulating again, however, instead of shouting some insult or threat, all Ronalda's throat could exclaim was an immense moan. The poor maid was still recovering from one orgasm when her body was invaded by another... and immediately after, another one!
That was also too much for the albino.
Feeling the muscles in his abdomen and buttocks tighten almost painfully, Lincoln barely managed to pull out of Ronalda's well-fucked slit before he ejaculated over his rival's immobile body, bathing her belly as well as her face with man milk.
After catching his breath, Lincoln finally stood up while Ronalda remained on the floor, sobbing between moans. She was no longer the dominant and punishing mistress who started the fight, sure of winning once again, but now in her tearful gaze could be perceived a certain fearful submission... but that was not enough. Lincoln wanted to subdue her completely!
"Your humiliation is not yet complete," said the restored lord and master of the house. "Raise your fists and fight me if you dare, you fucking whore. I know you still think you can beat me and I want you to give me one of those cock sucks that only you know how to do."
Although she had no energy left, Ronalda responded to Lincoln's challenge and stood up, fists at the ready, and she threw herself as fast as she could against the bastard who had just raped her.
Her barely contained fury made her throw punches like a madwoman. The only thought running through her mind was to crush Lincoln's testicles with her fists. Her technique was as good as ever, but her mind was no longer properly focused on the fight and Lincoln was still going for the kill. This time the boxing duel wasn't even a duel. Yes, Ronalda landed a couple of good right hooks to the liver and saw her opponent take each impact, but Lincoln countered with real viciousness and in the end it was she who was left on the ground helpless as Lincoln sadistically finished her off long after she was KO'd.
Confirming his victory, Lincoln grabbed his vanquished fiancée by the hair and dragged her like a bundle across the living room before rubbing her face in the pool of fluids that had been left on the floor just where she had collapsed between orgasms. The once-confident woman had been defeated and lay on the floor in a ball, sobbing and teary-eyed, unable to speak, scratches and bruises all over her body, her eyebrow split, her eye black. Lincoln wiped the blood running down his nose and looked at her.
"I was going to call the immigration people after I smashed your face in, you fucking Mexican whore, but I had so much fun today... this game of yours is so exciting that I've decided to keep my promise to marry you. You have a nice body, and I love the way you moan. I must also say that I like what you do in the kitchen, Ronalda, you will be my whore until this sham marriage is over."
"In wedding night we make big tiebreaker, you pig." Such was the impotence Ronalda was experiencing, that she began to speak in that broken English that Lincoln had not heard since he taught her to speak the language properly. "On our wedding night I will teach you who wears the pants here, you filthy pig. In wedding night, you die."
Lincoln spat in Ronalda's face, Ronalda responded by standing up again and giving him a blow that felt more like a slap, and in a few seconds they were rolling around on the floor again. Lincoln was in glory. It was so unbelievably exciting to make one of his first sexual fantasies come true!
In the downstairs apartment, cornered and staring at both a pocket knife and the prominent knuckles of a fist, Tabby was sure she was nothing short of cardiac arrest.
"So that's why you were asking so little money for this place," Polly Pain snapped the fingers that formed her right fist, almost oblivious to the sounds of banging and furniture smashing that were beginning to echo above her head. "What do you think we should do, Haiku?"
The goth passed her stiletto knife from one hand to the other, and after pondering her words for a moment longer, she answered in a monotone voice. "Polly, you know we need to move and I really liked the place... but because of this situation with the neighbors I don't think it suits us."
So desperate was Tabby to move, she wasn't even conscious when she spoke "I can give you a discount... HALF PRICE IF YOU PAY TODAY!"
The eyebrows of the stereotypical crazy jock rose as the Morticia impersonator's expression morphed into a smile for the first time.
"Well, if that's the way it is..." Polly relaxed her fist and the shiny knife disappeared back into the goth's bra. "Where do we sign?"
Next: On the wedding night, Ronalda and Lincoln fight the tie-breaker of their sexual confrontation. Only one will be left standing!
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