Submit

You couldn’t take it anymore. The sensation of Adrianna’s heel grinding against your slit made you feel like a damn that was about to burst. There was no way you’d risk having your first orgasm in front of a bunch of strangers, especially when the judges were taking pictures. “Okay, okay! I submit! Please...please stop!”

“Oh yeah?” Adrianna raised an eyebrow. “Beg me to stop, puta!”

You shot the judges an incredulous look. “Oh come on, I submitted already! Are you really gonna let her-!”

THUMP.

Adrianna stomped your clit again, leaving your mouth hanging open in a silent scream of agony and ecstasy. Your body went nearly limp, and yet the judges did nothing but snap pictures of you. Meanwhile Adrianna let go of your ankles and hoisted you up by your ponytail. “I said, beg me...”

Tears formed in your eyes as you moved your hands over your throbbing, aching womanhood. “Please,” you whispered once you could formulate words. “Please Adrianna, I submit... Please let me go...” Your whole body involuntarily shivered, and you let out a few more whimpers to really sell your submission to the dominant latina.

“I’m sorry for what I said... Latinas are better fighters, okay? I’m just a small little white girl, okay? Just please, please stop hurting me... Let me go...”

Finally Adrianna gave a nod, satisfied with your submission. “Man, you’re pathetic...”, the tatted girl muttered before letting you fall face-forward onto the mats, with your hands still stuffed between your thighs. She gave your thong-covered ass a hard slap.

_“MMM!” _You lustily moaned. With your mind in a daze, you could do nothing as Adrianna pulled off your scrunchie, freeing your long, blonde hair from its ponytail.

“Aww, what’s this cute little thing? A gift from your boyfriend? I’ll be sure to let him know you got your ass kicked,” the curvaceous latina taunted before walking back to the center of the room.

You lay on the floor, in a crumpled heap, for a few good minutes, before struggling to your feet. “Ohhh...fuck that hurts,” you muttered as you finally stood up. Though you were doubled over, had your toned thighs tightly pressed together, and were breathing hard. Your breasts strained against your camo-patterned top, which now made you feel less like a sexy badass and more like a bikini model who was getting her ass kicked.

You ran a hand through your hair, already missing the scrunchie. Adrianna’s insult about it stung you; she was partially right. The scrunchie was a gift from one of you best friend in highschool, and seeing it stuffed in the front of Adrianna’s bikini bottoms made you feel particularly peeved.

“The score is now 1-0, in favor of Adrianna”, Glasses Judge said. “Are you ready to continue?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah... Just lemme catch my breath,” you replied.

As you stood doubled over, Adrianna decided to turn her back to you and strike a few sexy poses for the judges. She flashed what you figured were gang signs, then bent forward and jiggled her breasts in front of their cameras. “You _wish _you had tits as good as mine, don’t you blondie?”, she called out to you, while not even bothering to turn her head.

Offense didn’t work, at least this time. Maybe your best bet was to recover your energy and let Adrianna move first? Though she may have been overconfident now, considering her thorough domination of you and scoring her first point. Maybe you could rush forward and tackle her, while she was distracted?