Karma attacks your ass.

You moan lustily, your fingers clutching and clawing at the canvas as Karma's toes drive you wild. All five toes of one foot are inside your dripping snatch now, wriggling like little demons. She has your fat erect clit trapped between the two biggest toes of her other foot and frigs your overly large nubbin as if she was wanking a small cock.

You feel the girl's fingers quest at the rosy pink starfish of your anus. She pushes a finger from each hand into the tight sheath of your ass and pulls outwards, stretching your sphincter open. She hawks and spits, and you feel frothy saliva hit the opened bullseye of your bumhole.

"Gonna **** your ass now Brit," Karma warns you gleefully. "Hope you had your enema before the match."

Of course you had, that's standard for any fighter in the EWL. Karma's simply using the banter to increase your sense of humiliation, knowing that you view being taken after a loss as fitting reward for a victor.

"Do it." You moan, "finger my loser ass."

Karma chuckles and adds another finger from each hand, making four of her digits now probing at your back passage. They probe deep, her hands pressing against the big globes of your bottom. She spits again, lubing the soft fleshy tunnel to pave the way for further exploration. Her fingers stretch and massage your rectum, relaxing the muscles and stretching you ever wider.

"Here it comes." Karma says.

She thrusts all the fingers of one hand in now, while pulling free with her other hand. You feel her fingers twist and move and you realise that her hand is clenching into a fist. Your ass is so relaxed and widened that your sphincter is clamped around the girl's slim wrist.

"Ohhh yes." You growl throatily, "Fist my fucking ass."