Give the audience what it wants! Keep pushing her!

The jobber slut is limp in your arms, like a marionette with her strings cut. Kelsey whimpers, her body exhausted and constricted. Her limits were tested and her body drained of all her fight. The punishment you inflicted on her spine sends shooting sensations down her back, over the slope of her curvy thighs and down to her toes. As the humiliating minutes pass, the roar of the audience hushes as they wait on the edge of their seat to watch the fate of the jobber.

You realize the audience wants more, and so do you. The feel of her soft, writhing flesh in your arms as she lulls back and forth in defeat brings out that instinct for pure, primal domination of her. She isn't done yet, there is more to take from her while everyone watches. You renew your grip, locking your fingers together and wrenching her to the left. You feel that wonderful sway of her body as she whimpers. Kelsey gasps, her legs sweeping wide behind her and her ponytail whipping to the side. You can feel her pulse racing faster again as the two of you are pressed so tightly together. A growl of satisfaction escapes your lips at her whimpers, they are like music. Now it was time to turn up the volume.

With a crushing twist, you bring her back around the other way. Your own arms begin to shake from the raw tension funneling through them. Kelsey's legs slash through the air and her head rocks to the side. You know you are pushing her limits even farther when you feel another dull pop from her back further yielding to your constricting hold. You can feel her rapid breathing escalating. She writhes and twists, but my wife can't find any leverage.

"P-please... I-" she starts, before her breath leaves her with another brutal twist. "A-a..a..." she pauses. It takes her another minute before she has enough breath to gather her words. "You beat me, I s-submit. Just let me go, I-"

Where had all the confidence gone? When she entered the ring as the fight began, she oozed it. She was so sure of herself that she'd punish the fool who ventured to take her on in the ring and now she was being made the fool. You leave her words hanging and answer with another brutal twist. "Aa-a..."

You almost don't want this bout to end. You enjoy the feel of her sweaty, hot body writhing in your arms and completely at your mercy. But alas, the audience wants the satisfact of her complete, and absolute defeat. They paid good money for this.

You lift up the jobber slut, letting the sudden upward motion hoist her further up in your grip until you lock your arms tight at the small of her back. She kicks her legs from the sudden, painful motion and yelps when she feels the pressure at the base of her spine. "Oh god no - don't!" But you do. Your arms lock even tighter and you begin her final, crushing defeat.

With her body raised, her breasts sway in your face from within the lace teddy. You constrict your arms further, zeroing out any space between the two of you. Her shapely legs kick and flutter behind her, her bound arms still struggle to break free of her bindings to find a way out of your grip - but anyone watching knows it was too late. A low rumble leaves your throat as you concentrate your strength. Kelsey can feel it building and building, a deep, agonizing pain building in the small of her back. Her kicks become more frantic, her sweat-soaked ponytail whipping side to side and leaving a mist in the air.

"Don't - don't - don't," she whimpers frantically, but you aren't hearing it. Harder, your arms crush. The pain starts to stretch up along her spine, then there is another dull pop. "Aa-..ack!"

The audience roars in approval, then hush as they await the next sound to leave her full lips. The jobber slut in your arms is bending back further and further, her back arched impossibly far from the tension of your crushing hold. Her flailing legs make sudden, frantic kicks. You can see just how sweaty she has become from the exertion, leaving a wet sheen on her bare flesh. Her ass ripples with each spasm that travels through her body.

More, the audience wants more! Drawing on the reserves of your strength, your turn the jobber's words into unintelligible **** sounds as another pop echoes out over the ring. Her eyes start to roll back, the whites of her eyes coming into view. My wife jerks her head back and forth erratically, until her tongue starts to push out of her mouth. Complete and utter defeat was approaching, it'd take her weeks to recover from this defeat physically.

With the last of your strength drawn to a crescendo, your arms win over her body and there is a loud, deafening crack! The jobber slut, with her mouth open is about to let out her cry of defeat but the air was completely push out of her lungs and only a staccato of groans and clicks left her. You feel her body buckle backwards as her defeat was carried out. Her arms and legs twist and go taut, trembles echoing through them until they went limp. Your lovely opponent slumps back in your arms and there is no chance for the match to rebound.

Recognizing your victory, you let the ragdoll slide from your arms and hit the mat with a loud, wet sound. Her body contorts awkwardly, legs falling to the side with her bound arms underneath her. She was covered in so much sweat, you can see the pulse pounding in her neck.

The audience cheered on your victory as you raised your arms, but you feel your eyes drawn back down to her. You wanted something to remember her by.

You can see her weak spasms as her senses completely shut out the cheering ring around her, focusing only on the pain and humiliation of her defeat. Her eyelids flutter when she feels your hands on her. Your hand palms her ass and squeezes it roughly, before sliding down and fingering the edge of her stocking. With a hiss, the saturated material lets go of her slippery thigh. Down and down it travels, over the corner of her knee and the slope of her calf, until it pulls at the edge of her soft, pink heel. With a jerk, the soaked stocking pulls down over the heel of her foot and then off her toes, leaving it bare.

With a rise from your knee, you hold the stocking up in the air as a display of your victory. You can smell her intoxicating scent all over the material in your hand.