Give In

"I've got you now!"

You looked up at Annie and appreciated just how dominant she looked. She had dominated you the entire match, and now she had you pinned under her foot while **** you to near unconsciousness. You were about to either give up or pass out. For a few moments, you considered resigning yourself to your fate. She had earned this win, and giving any more effort at this point might be a useless pathetic attempt.

But then you remembered you were a guy. You were bigger and stronger and older than her. She was still a teenager for god's sake! You were a man. You wanted to protect your (rapidly hardening) erection AND stop her foot , and you could do both.

That train of logic only lasted a few milliseconds however. Idealistically, you still wanted to believe you were the big strong man who would overcome all the obstacles and beat her. But in reality, the situation was the opposite. That man was on the ground being choked out. The girl was the one in control. She had all the leverage. She was the one who seemed like she would beat you.

And all it took was one look up at her to confirm your doubts. You didn't see the shy teenager that had walked in today. You saw a confident, self-assured, feisty, superior woman that was looking down at her prey. Even if you could somehow escape this hold, you knew she would find another way to win. There was no point in resisting, it would be a useless pathetic attempt. There was only one path left, and she could see the surrender in your eyes

"Fuck yeah, now you're done for bitch!"

The cheering from the crowd only got louder. Annie put a hand on her hip to increase the pressure, and you didn't have anything to push back against it anymore. You had mentally given up. You were getting no air, you were battered, bruised, and utterly humiliated.

"Give up!!!"

You had already mentally given in to her complete dominance over you. She had defeated you while making it seem effortless. The proof was right there for everyone to see, you stuck under her dainty foot and not fighting back. The time for fighting back had passed, now it was the time to submit to this teenage goddess. Right now she owned you, and you wanted nothing more that to let her claim her rightful victory over you while using your face as her footstool.

You were rapidly approaching the most humiliating loss ever, being knocked out by a little 18 year old girl's dainty foot. That's all she needed to defeat you. And the last thing you saw before you went out was the smug look on her face, with one hand on her hip, towering above you before blowing you a goodnight kiss.

"Good night loser," you heard her giggle as you faded into unconsciousness.