Anna is breaking down

Back home, Anna was furious. Pacing circles around her room, entire body tense with anger and frustration and humiliation at the fight she had put together.

It had almost gone perfectly. Billy hadn’t been able to land a punch. He had even been KNOCKED OUT, for fuck’s sake. Stone-cold sleeping like a pussy, in front of everyone, down at the base of Carly’s thick legs. LIMP. Her older brother had been left LIMP. And yet, somehow…

Somehow, he got back up, and knocked Carly out harder than Anna had ever seen someone lose before.

Anna grabbed a pillow off her bed and squeezed it tight against her chest, trying to burn all the frustration out of her small muscles. She couldn’t help but feel like it was all her fault. Anna was sure Carly felt completely humiliated - this was the worst possible thing that could have happened to her. And Anna was the one who had set the fight up. Anna was the one who told Carly where to aim, for a supposedly “easy knockout” on Billy’s “sweet spot”. Anna was the one who had brought Kristen along to broadcast the fight to her relatively large TikTok following.

Yes, other people were filming too, but there was a difference. Kristen had reach. No matter what, Carly would be humiliated to see the footage online, or to have it shared between friends - but thanks to Anna, the fight footage was not only ”out there”, but had been SEEN.

Carly’s awful loss wasn’t just a shameful, awful, humiliating 12-view video publicly available on YouTube that she couldn’t get taken down. That would be bad enough. But thanks to Anna, it was also a live-stream that had been broadcast to 482 concurrent live viewers at its peak, and would no doubt be watched by even more people after the fact.

Anna was a traitor. She had unintentionally set Carly up to fail. When that confident, thick-legged feminist fell sleeping and shuddering to the mats, it was Anna who had put her there. Anna who had unintentionally orchestrated the worst thing that could possibly happen to the older girl. Fuck, the whole thing had been HER FUCKING IDEA.

Anna squeezed the pillow tighter, arms burning with the effort, and plopped down to sit on the edge of her bed. She thought again about those texts that she had sent Carly from Billy’s phone, pretending to be him. She thought about when she had called Carly and arranged to meet with her. She thought about creating the plan to catch Billy out with a crowd and make him take the rematch. She thought about discovering his “sweet spot”. About bringing Kristen. Every step of the way, it was her guiding everything down this path. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Tears pricked at the corner of Anna’s eyes. That image of Carly down on the mats, mooing and bucking, was burned into her brain. Anna couldn’t believe she had seen her like that. She didn’t even know that was in Carly. Outside of the feminism club, where the two hadn’t really interacted, Anna had only known Carly for a couple of days. But during these past couple days of knowing her, she had seemed so confident and sure of herself - only to end up a snoring, shaking mess, writhing on the ground.

She looked like a fucking IDIOT.

And, just like the traitor Anna felt she was… She was ashamed by how fucking HOT she found it. The kind of shameful heat you try to ignore, but can’t. She didn’t want to think that a small part of her actually enjoyed seeing Carly lose, but that small part of her didn’t care what the rest of Anna wanted.

She had set Billy up to lose. To lose EVERYTHING. It had been a perfect plan, totally foolproof, three against one, with the one caught in an ambush. And somehow, Billy had outsmarted her… He had won. Anna hated that. She hated how wet it made her. She hated how much that small part of her loved it.

Anna had failed. She hated to fail. She never failed. She hadn’t lost to Billy ONCE since coming back from France, and she had NEVER fucked up a project this badly before. She was a genius. An academic. Matt and Carly had been amazed by how fast she found Billy’s sweet spot, heaping praise upon her, because Anna was a genius. She never failed. But she had. Her plan had failed. Her plan had failed so badly that Carly SNORED on TikTok.

Billy won. Big bro won.

Anna whined, desperate and confused and needy. That small part of her was singing in her mind, trying to align the rest of her with it. It felt like when she was younger, and fantasized about Billy fending off unworthy suitors for his little sister. Using his boxing skills to save her from people that didn’t meet his standards. As if Carly wasn’t worthy. As if Billy just DECIDED for her. Protected Anna from someone who didn’t deserve her. Protected his beloved little sister from a woman who wasn’t strong enough to hold her heart.

Anna’s heart raced, as affection flooded through her. Billy had protected her. He had put Carly into a deep, ugly sleep so that Anna could see the truth. So that Anna could see the REAL Carly. The stupid, weak cow underneath the facade of a strong kickboxer. Billy was just protecting Anna from the dumb, goo-brained whore she had unknowingly fallen in with.

But that was so wrong. That was so fucked up. Anna still had feelings for Carly. Or at least… She thought she did? It was hard to say. Her head was spinning. Rage, shame, guilt, horniness, they all swirled around her head like a cyclone, keeping her dizzy and off balance. The explosive threesome she’d been anticipating had been unexpectedly cancelled, and Anna was left with the pieces of her wild lust and confusing emotions.

She had wanted to bring the ultimate shame to a cocky fighter, leaving them a humiliated mess. And she HAD. She had done it. She had orchestrated the perfect downfall, the complete ruin of a reputation. She had just hit the wrong target.

Carly had looked so strong. So confident. So powerful. And in the end, she lost hard. But Billy didn’t defeat her.

Anna did.

The nerd. The girl who had only just started to find her own confidence. The girl who had snuck her way into Carly’s life just a few days ago. Thanks to her, a mighty and proud feminist was reduced to a snoring, writhing mess. Those thick, trained legs failed her. Anna had done that. SHE had destroyed Carly.

Fuck. Fuck, why was that so hot? Anna didn’t want that to be so hot, but…

A low, powerful moan slipped past her lips, and Anna quickly covered her mouth with a hand.

Holy fuck, that was HOT. She began slowly moving her hips, grinding her pussy against the pillow she was still clutching tight to her chest. Her ample breasts squished against the soft pillow as she pulled it even tighter, and moaned again.

SHE had beaten Carly… She had RUINED her. She had taken all that pride, all that power, and set it up to BREAK…

Her older brother was a weapon. A dumb, blunt instrument, that Anna had unknowingly used to club Carly over the head with. That she had used to club the power out of Carly’s body. She had given Carly so much hope, so much hope that she could overcome her past, and then the other shoe had dropped… And Anna had crushed the thick-legged athlete underfoot.

Maybe Anna had known. Had Anna known? Fuck, it was hard to say, her mind was swirling…

Maybe some part of her knew that Carly couldn’t win. That wasn’t true, was it? It might have been. Maybe this wasn’t Billy protecting Anna from an unworthy suitor. Maybe this was Anna using Billy to test Carly out. And she had failed. She had SNORED. Holy fuck, those snores… They reverberated through Anna’s mind.

So weak. So deep. So heavy. Carly had been ruined. RUINED. Anna’s plan had gone perfectly. Had it? That didn’t sound right. But she wanted to humiliate a fighter, hadn’t she? She wanted to do something hot. And holy FUCK, this was hot… Her pillowcase was slowly getting soaked between her legs, and more frantic and girly moans were escaping from her lips. She wrapped her legs around the firm pillow and squeezed.

Billy had won… Anna knew he would. Did she? No, that wasn’t right. Anna HOPED he would. Was that true? It sounded more honest. Maybe. But it was a secret. Or a lie. But seeing Carly go down like that… It made Anna angry. It made her ashamed. It made her feel stupid. It was ridiculously fucking hot.

They had stacked the deck against Billy, and he had STILL won. He had STILL made Anna’s new ex-girlfriend snore. Her new girlfriend. They hadn’t broken up. But would she want to keep dating someone like that? Carly had lost, and lost bad. Why would Anna want to date someone so inferior to her own infallible excellence? Her own brilliant mind, and natural talents?

Compared to Anna and her family, Carly was a worthless peasant. A pathetic girl who tried so hard and acted so tough, but failed every time. She hadn’t even been able to execute Anna’s perfect plan properly, the stupid cow. Did Anna really want to date a loser like CARLY?

Fuck. She didn’t know. It was all so confusing. It was all so hot. BILLY was so hot. She couldn’t believe he had won. She had secretly hoped he would, she thought. Maybe. He looked so fucking cool when he took control. It was amazing. It was perfect.

Her mom had said something about wanting to keep Billy’s defeats in the family. Did Anna feel the same way? She hadn’t thought she had. But maybe this was proof. Maybe she was so, so happy to see him win against all odds, just like she had planned for him to do. Maybe she was excited to wrestle him again. Maybe she wanted to text Carly and mock her for going out like such a chump. Maybe she wanted to comfort her, and get revenge on Billy? Maybe she wanted to choke Carly out and watch those thick legs TWITCH. Just to hear that fucking snore again, directly from the source.

No, no… None of that was right. None of that was true. She needed to help Carly. She needed to get revenge on Billy. He had made a fool out of her. He had outsmarted her. He NEEDED to be ruined for that. Anna wanted him gone, and then she would kiss her girlfriend on the lips over the top of her older brother’s snoozing body and say “that one was for you, babe”. Maybe that was what she wanted?

Anna growled, then whined, rubbing so ridiculously fast against her pillow. She didn’t know. She didn’t know how she felt about ANY of this. It was all so much. It was all so confusing.

She needed time to think. She needed- she needed to cum. She needed to sleep. She could figure it out later, right now she just- fuck. Fuck, FUCK, that was so good!

Carly’s thick legs kicked out pathetically in Anna’s mind’s eye. Her huge-stem girlfriend had a look of shock frozen on her face as she tilted sideways, toppling into the ropes of the ring. Anna was the mastermind behind the greatest humiliation of that girl’s LIFE. Anna had set everything up perfectly for her, and Carly had still fucked it up. Or had Anna fucked it up, by making such a flawed plan? Or had Anna indeed set everything up perfectly, and everything went just as she had secretly planned beneath the surface?

Hhhnnn. She didn’t know. It was so hard. A layer beneath her conscious mind had been unlocked, one that Anna had never interfaced with before, and she didn’t know how much control it had been silently exerting over her choices up until now.

It was the part of her that didn’t think. Didn’t decide. The part of her that just WANTED. Wanted what? The clever girl needed answers. She had to figure this out. She had to understand herself better.

It wanted to cum. Right now.

Anna’s eyes rolled up and her mouth fell open in a silent scream, as a powerful orgasm ransacked her body. She humped her pillow all the way through the powerful, overwhelming feeling, but her hips had lost their rhythm. They were the hips of a spasmic, messy, graceless slut. A slut like Carly. That stupid cow had lied about being a fighter. Billy had shown everyone the truth. Billy had gone too far, and Carly needed love and support. Hhnnnn…

Anna didn’t know what she wanted. But, exhausted from all of her heavy feelings and the sheer might of that orgasm, she couldn’t think about the future any longer. Not on that night. With a gasp, her hips gave out, and she collapsed forward into her bed. Lying down face-first, twitching, and just about ready to pass out into a much-needed sleep.

She had suffered her first defeat today. Her first defeat since that original match with Billy. Or was it yet another victory? Hhhnn. Thinking was hard. Too hard. She could figure this all out later. Tonight, the night of her shameful defeat, of her grand victory, she just needed to rest.

With that, Anna’s mind drifted away, and her twitching body relaxed into a deep, deep sleep. Facedown and sweaty, with her own cum running down her thighs.

It reminded her of someone else. Someone stupid. Some fucking loser who had thought she was all that. Someone she might be in love with. Someone she might want to humiliate even more.

Overwhelmed both physically and emotionally, after a night that was supposed to have ended very differently, the young nerd crashed. Anna slept all the way until lunchtime the next day, not stirring even slightly as the dim morning light shone in through her bedroom window.

Downstairs during the night, beneath the snoozing, slumped, confused and defeated nerd, her popular older brother had come home. More popular than ever, now. He had put on a real show.