A backbreaker/handjob combo, with a twist.

Though your stomach drops when you see Lady Grace start to strip off her cum-saturated panties, you can’t really say you’re surprised. Lady Grace has every reason to follow up her advantage with sexual domination right now, even if she weren’t such a consummate dominatrix.

What does come as a surprise is the fact that, instead of carelessly discarding her lingerie as so many other fighters might, Lady Grace keeps them. Holding them in one hand, she kneels down next to you. You feel her tilt your head up and fiddle with something behind it, and then she pulls open your mouth—and you realize too late just what she wanted with a pair of discarded panties drenched with her own juices.

She’s using them to gag you!

Your mouth is filled with the taste of feminine arousal as she pulls the knot tight and the fabric is **** in. You scream impotently into it, but Lady Grace is an expert with gags (no surprises there). Your words—if you were trying to form any—come out incoherent and garbled.

Laughing cruelly at your predicament, Lady Grace rises to one knee and hoists your battered body over it, faceup. One hand goes to your neck while the other strips your briefs off, letting your cock flop out. Somehow it’s still hard in spite of the beating and humiliation she’s dished out, a fact that doesn’t escape her notice for one second.

“I’ve said for a long time that there’s a cowering, submissive masochist locked away deep inside the subconscious of even the cockiest, most egotistical men,” she gloats. “I believe we’re beginning to unlock yours. Perhaps more exploration is in order.”

As she emphasizes the word, her hands go to work. Your body is bent backwards nearly double over her outstretched leg, while her hand begins stroking up and down your shaft in a sensual handjob.

“Pleasure and pain combined,” the announcer observes. “Lady Grace’s specialty.”

Indeed, she inflicts both with expert skill. Your spine and back muscles are screaming in protest (which you’d like to do too, but the gag just means that opening your mouth gives you more of a taste of Lady Grace’s feminine fluids). And your cock twitches and throbs in her slender fingers, getting a little closer to orgasm with every rub.

It’s more than you can take. Whether because the backbreaker is too much for you, you don’t want to be humiliated any further, or you just don’t want to cum at her hands, you tap out on Lady Grace’s thigh, unable to plead for mercy with her panties in your mouth.

But to your shock, she just smirks at you and keeps going.

“It’s a start,” she says, “but your entire body must submit to me before I’m satisfied.”

There’s little doubt about what she means.

And despite her penchant for causing pain, it seems Lady Grace doesn’t mess around when it comes to giving orgasms either. Leaning down, she begins to kiss and lick the head of your cock, making you tremble with lust. It’s not much longer before you’re on the brink of cumming—and she has more in store for you still.

Using her hand to aim your cock, she guides your orgasm so that you splatter your own chest and face with your load, marking you with your own cumshot. Only once that’s done does she release you from the excruciating backbreaker and topple you to the ground.

Then, for one final humiliation, she stands up and grabs you by the hair, pulling you up to your knees. She’s putting you on display for the cameras, and they happily oblige her, focusing in on your bruised, gagged, and cum-soaked face.

“Is this the one you thought would end my reign?” she snarls at the crowd, clearly audible under the cacophony of boos. “This was your darling, your rising star? Well, look at him now, you lecherous peasants—he’s not even worthy to be called a man. Behold your fucking hero!”

With that, she throws you back to the canvas, contempt written on every feature.

You’ve lost two points for domination and a submission.