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Daffney managed to wobble Yana with the strike. She stepped in to her next hit and her knuckles collided with her forehead.

Yana stumbled backwards, but quickly regained her balance. Daffney attempted to follow up, but Yana was ready. She ducked under Daffney's punch and, with fierce determination, tackled her to the ground. The two girls hit the asphalt hard, but Yana quickly took control, straddling Daffney and pinning her arms down.

"You thought you could beat me?" Yana hissed, her face inches from Daffney's. "You're the joke."

Daffney struggled beneath her, trying to buck her off, but Yana's weight and position gave her the upper hand. With a triumphant grin, Yana reached down and grabbed the front of Daffney's grey tank top, pulling hard. The fabric stretched and strained, but didn't tear. Daffney squirmed, trying to push Yana's hands away.

"Get off me!" Daffney yelled, but her voice was tinged with desperation.

Yana ignored her pleas and, instead of ripping the tank top off, she used it to her advantage. She twisted the fabric, creating a tight, constricting band around Daffney's upper chest and arms, effectively binding her.

Daffney gasped, the makeshift restraint making it difficult to breathe and move. She tried to kick Yana off, but her struggles were weaker now, her energy sapped by the fight and the lack of oxygen.

"Look at you," Yana said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Completely helpless."

Yana reached down and slapped Daffney across the face, the sound echoing in the empty parking lot. Daffney's head snapped to the side, her cheek reddening from the blow. Tears of frustration and humiliation welled up in her eyes.

"You'll remember this night," Yana said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Every time you look in the mirror, you'll remember who put you in your place."

Hidden away, Yana's friends recorded the entire scene, their laughter and commentary barely audible. They followed the action intently, ensuring every humiliating moment was captured.

Yana stood over Daffney, a smile spreading across her face as she surveyed her work. Daffney lay there, panting, her eyes squeezed shut in shame. Yana wasn't finished yet. She reached down and grabbed Daffney's discarded jacket, tossing it aside to expose more of her **** form.

Daffney tried to pull herself up, but Yana was quick to push her back down, her foot pressing into Daffney's back. The makeshift restraint on her chest made it hard to breathe, and the pressure from Yana's foot only added to her discomfort.

"You thought you could beat me?" Yana taunted, her voice full of disdain. "You're nothing but a joke, and now everyone will know it."

Daffney struggled weakly, but it was clear she was too exhausted and humiliated to put up any more resistance. Yana savored the moment, knowing she had completely dominated her opponent.