Beatdown

Now barefoot, Alma was one step closer to her humiliation. Imogen knew she still had half her time remaining, and still a lot of ground to make up.

She decided she needed to wear Alma down further to make her job simpler later. Imogen jumped on Alma again and started hammering anything and everything she could. Alma covered up, but it did little to stem Imogen’s assault.

Imogen grabbed for one of Alma’s discarded boots and slammed it into the back of her head, knocking her silly.

She picked up her dazed opponent and threw her into one of the kitchen cupboards. Alma could only moan in pain as Imogen’s fury had taken her completely off guard. Where was the buzzer?

Imogen dug both of her hands into Alma’s tits, reminiscent of what Alma had done to her early on in this fight.

Alma screamed. “Aah, stop, please.”

Imogen dragged Alma back to her feet again with evil intentions on her mind. Alma stumbled against the counter. When she felt Imogen try to grip her again, she attempted to bolt.

Imogen managed to catch her by the back of her long black coat. They began to tussle as Imogen ripped backward and Alma tried to surge forward.

Imogen managed to wrestle the coat off her shoulders. It briefly became tangled in her arms, but it didn’t take long for Alma to shed her coat, leaving the garment clutched in Imogen’s hands.

Down yet another piece of clothing, Imogen was reducing the deficit fast. The next piece of clothing would leave Alma exposed.

Alma had already fled to the other side of the room, as Imogen threw the coat aside. The buzzer sounded. Round seven was over.