Defeat

Sasha shoves your limp body to the side, rolling you to your back face down. Your vision is filled with your conqueror standing over your defeated body, her pussy still glistening in wetness, her tits heaving up and down in exertion, and a bit of a bulge in her mouth cheeks which she spits out into your chest.

“I knew it was a fluke loser!” She says animatedly. “There’s no way I’d lose to a bitch-boy like you” she says as she completely tosses off her pants and panties.

Downcast, you have no comebacks from the sneer that lines her lips or the little victory dance she’s doing as she stalks around you. Right now you wish you were an ostrich so could bury head anywhere but this point of view right now. But you can only do the next best thing, shut your eyes to the shame.

That is until the stank of pussy overwhelms your nose, and you then feels her ass on your face.

“Bitch-boys like you are best used as my throne” she says, gently combing through your hair “Now, serve your mistress!”

That you do in the most unenthusiastic way possible. As an act of defiance, you serve her pussy with just a few lackluster licks and pokes that aren’t even good enough for a tease. Obviously dissatisfied with your service, Sasha grasps your hair for leverage, and humps your face with reckless abandon, her voice rising rising in octaves until she douses your face with her cum with an expression full of bliss.

After recovering from her orgasm she gets off your face, picks up her clothes and steps to the entrance. Before she walks out she turns back to you

“Black Rose probably won’t count this” she says, her tone frosty like all her victory dances were a lie.

“Consider yourself lucky I’m technically not part of the competition.”

With that, she leaves through the door.

Getting up from the cold ground exposes just how numb and sore your body is, especially your neck. While still deflated from your loss, your eyes betray its glint of hope as you recall what Sasha said, you may still be in this fight yet.

That hope is dashed quickly as you walk through the door. Waiting for you were two she-hulks dressed in all blacks with matching shades. Resigned to your fate, you allow yourself to be escorted to your new punisher.