You can't believe how much pain you are in. All you want is to submit and let it all end. There is no shame in admitting defeat. Most people would already be crippled by this amazon after all.
You pause for a moment. Why hadn't you been crippled? Jessie should have snapped your spine like a toothpick as hard as she had pulled back on your skull. But instead of breaking, you just continued... to... STRETCH!
Your eyes burst open in realization. You were still elastic! Sure, not as much as when you had been a foot tall, but still enough that you would bend instead of break. It also meant that the impacts from her strikes were lessened as well. It was a long shot, but you still had a chance!
Summoning up strength you didn't know you had, you grab on tight to the arm that was currently holding you aloft and drove your foot into the lovely face of Dulce Dolor. The tall Latina had expected you to be begging for mercy, and so was unprepared for your kick when it smashed against her nose. The stadium erupts with cheers as you not only fight back, but actually hurt the Goliath woman.
Jessie instinctively brings her hands to her injured face. With you still holding tight to her arm, you are pulled along for the ride. You crash into her bountiful bosom, but are just grateful for the soft landing before being quick to react while you still have the advantage. Using your size to it's fullest, you scramble onto her back, climbing like a monkey. You slip your arm around her neck and squeeze with everything you are worth.
Even with the size difference, your sleeper hold is still effective. Jessie struggles and chokes as you start to cut off her air and circulation. She tries to shake you off but you latch your legs against her sides, holding on for dear life. Jessie tries to punch at you in retaliation, but you duck your head into the crook of her neck and the weakened blows glance off your back. Realizing that she can't land a decent strike in this position, she grabs at your arms, intending to pry you off.
Much to Jessie's surprise, she cannot loosen your grip. She knows she is much stronger than you, so she can't believe that she cannot **** your hands from around her throat. The reason is simple, but something the collosal beauty would have no way of knowing about. You have taken a lesson from Lacy and twisted your wrist around your arm. It was not quite a real knot and was insanely painful to ****, but as quickly as you had needed to work and with your remaining stretchiness, it wasn't much worse than fixing a dislocated limb. And seeing the results and how **** Sweet Pain was becoming made the brief hurt well worth it.
The Hispanic giantess dropped to one knee, her fingers still trying to pull your arm away to no avail. She switches to your thigh, hoping to drag you off by your leg instead. Unfortunately for her, that only tightens the pressure on her windpipe and she quickly abandons that idea. She leans forward on her hand, trying to keep from loosing consciousness. She finally speaks up, though her formerly seductive tone is now replaced with a strained whisper. "Let me go... you little... Shit!"
"Tap!" you shout, trying to squeeze even tighter even though your muscles already feel like they are going to burst from the strain they have endured. The stadium shouts their agreement, eager to see you bring down the cruel heel. Jessie growls, refusing to submit to a clearly inferior opponent. Instead, she groans and rises on unsteady legs. She stares hard at the turnbuckle for a few seconds before charging it with all the strength she can muster and twisting around.
You cry out in pain as she slams you against the ring corner. It feels like you just got hit in the chest by a raging bull, but you manage to hold your grip. Jessie roars in frustration before facing the opposite corner. You gulp and brace yourself an instant before she sprints towards it. This time you can feel her gigantic titties bouncing hard against your arms as she races forward and leaps, twisting in the air and smashing you against the next turnbuckle.
You shout out again when her powerful body slams into you like a steam engine. You gasp and wheeze, almost passing out from the **** of the blow, but still you manage to maintain your sleeper hold. What's more is that all of her efforts to shake you have taken as much toll on Jessie as they have you. She stumbles forward and drops to her hands and knees, barely conscious at this point.
You squeeze her throat with everything you have, desperately trying to make her pass out before your arms give in. Still, the Latin titaness slowly climbs back to her feet. Despite this, she can only sway back and forth, too exhausted to do anything else. Or so you think...
With one last act of desperation, Dulce Dolor gives a small hop, much like she did right before her amazing ass would descend on you like judgement from heaven. You feel weightless for an instant before you rush towards the mat, Sweet Pain poised to fall full **** on top of you...
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