After the loss

You head back to your locker room in utter dejection. You have lost the opportunity to win a life changing amount of money. You have been embarrassed in front of thousands of people. You were **** to fall in love, **** to cum - **** to submit to a girl within minutes. Your head was swimming with confusion, with shame and lust for the Cobra.

You examine your face in the mirror of your locker. There is cum on your cheeks and chin. Some of it has dried, whilst a lot is still moist. You can still taste it in your mouth. You lick your lips, and your cock twitches at the reminder of that moment of **** pleasure, imagining the face of your conqueror smirking at you in arrogant satisfaction at the speed and totality of her victory over you.

As you finish stripping off your sweaty wrestling gear, your face is suddenly slammed hard against the mirror of your locker, causing your vision to blur and overwhelming you with disorientation and panic. You fall to your knees and hold your bruised forehead.

"Well baby, I sure did a number on you." You hear the cobras voice from behind you.

You turn quickly and hold up your hands in self-defence, expecting another ****.

"Woah, what a fucking pussy!" She laughs. "I thought I just did a good job, but it looks like you are just a loser."

Throbbing with pain, and feeling anger riser up in you, you bark "Fuck you!" and lunge at her.

She swiftly steps aside, pushes your back, using your own momentum to throw you onto the floor where she had been standing. You land on your stomach, just managing to put out your hands in time.

In a flash she has jumped on your back, and is holding your hair - pulling your head back painfully with one hand.

She shouts in your ear: "Let's get this straight - I beat you, so I own you. Understand?"

"No." You manage to say in between grunts of pain.

SLAP

She launches a stinging slap at your bare ass, using her small delicate hand **** a sharp grunt from you.

"UNDERSTAND?"

You grit your teeth and don't respond.

SLAP

She spanks you again, harder and with more authority. You are flushed with pain and arousal.

"I OWN YOU." She shouts.

"...."

SLAP

"OK" You shout. "OK! You own me!"

"About fucking time." She retorts.

She releases your hair, grabs you by the shoulder and makes you roll over onto your back. Your now rock-hard cock springs into the air. She quickly removes her green wrestling outfit, exposing her small but beautiful tits, her erect nipples and her obviously wet pussy which had a thin crop of red pubic hair.

"You told me you loved me earlier, now I want you to prove it."

She straddles your face, lowering her wet pussy over your mouth...