Try to ruthlessly pummel her!

The pain still pulsed through your body, but anger gave you focus. You grit your teeth, using the ache to sharpen your resolve. She thought she had you down—thought she could humiliate you. But you weren’t finished.

You surged forward, aiming low this time. If she wanted to play dirty, you could too. You lunged forward, your hand aiming for a slap to her pussy-

But she was faster than you expected.

She sidestepped, caught your wrist mid-swing, and twisted it back with surprising ****. Before you could yank away, she shoved you forward, spinning you around with practiced ease.

“Really?” she said, a mocking lilt in her voice. “You thought I wouldn’t see that coming?”

Before you could answer, her hand came down hard across your backside with a sharp crack.

You gasped, body jolting, not just from the impact, but from the indignity of it. She hit you again, firm and deliberate, making her point clear.

Your ass stung in pain as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "That's for trying to cheap-shot me," she said, voice low and taunting.

You struggled in her grip, cheeks burning—not just from the sting, but from the rising frustration boiling in your chest. She was strong, and annoyingly composed. But you weren’t about to give her the satisfaction of breaking you.

"You better let go of me," you hissed through gritted teeth.

She leaned close to your ear, her breath warm. "Then stop making rookie moves." You barely had time to recover before you felt her movement behind you—fast, fluid, and too quiet.

Your instincts screamed at you to turn, to defend, but she was already there.

A sharp, punishing kick landed between your legs from behind. The impact was brutal—blinding, almost—and your knees gave out beneath you. A strangled sound escaped your lips as you crumpled forward, the air punched out of your lungs.

You barely had a second to breathe before she struck again.

Another sharp, merciless kick landed against your clit, precise and cruel. The pain detonated through your body like a shockwave, and this time, there was no holding yourself up.

"AAUGHHH!"

You dropped fully to the ground, curling in on yourself as your body instinctively tried to protect itself. A groan escaped your lips, raw and involuntary, as you folded into the fetal position. Your hands clutched your pathetic cunt, your knees pulled tight to your chest, every nerve screaming in protest.

She stood over you, her shadow long, her breathing steady. You could hear the edge of triumph in her silence—as if she was watching, waiting, studying the effect of her blow with calculated satisfaction.

"You bitch-"

Even through the haze of pain, you managed to lift your head—eyes narrow, voice hoarse but defiant.

"You hit like a brat throwing a tantrum," you spat, your tone dripping with venom.

She stopped. Turned back. And smirked.

“Oh? Still got jokes?” she said, walking toward you with deliberate steps. “Let’s see if you’re still laughing in a second.”