"...23."

A bemused twinkle briefly lights up her dark eyes as you reluctantly tell her the number of your choosing.

Bracing yourself for the worst, you merely wait as she comes to a decision regarding a submission maneuver of her choosing.

“Well, if you say so,” she finally shrugs, before suddenly kicking you in the sides to **** you on your back.

Still gripping your captive wrist firmly, she moves without a wasted movement in dropping down beside you.

Keeping it stretched out against her chest, she simply scissors the limb with both legs and leans back to fully cinch in the cross armbar.

The pain and discomfort was certainly felt within seconds as she once again went back to hyperextending the joint, now with her legs as added leverage against your writhing body.

“Looks like the rookie’s bout to get a little ‘firsthand’ lesson on grappling from the ECL’s premier judoka fighter,” the announcer smirks as she pushes up against your restrained elbow with her hips to further add to the pressure.

Kicking the mat frantically, you’re in a near state of panic as your arm continues to be wrenched and twisted upwards almost to an unbearable degree.

Every other limb in your immediate control stretched out desperately for the ropes, but they’re simply too far away in all directions.

“You could always tap out now. I mean, that cute little ass of yours is gonna need some medical attention after I’m done with it, but I’d hate to see your wimpy arm in a cast,” she taunts you in between continuous pulses and pulls, all collectively punishing your restrained limb.

“Keep telling yourself that,” you grumble under your breath, clawing futilely at her smug expression which was naturally out of range.

Responding only by upping the ante of pressure mounting on her opponent’s joints, Kayla just closes her eyes confidently and waits for the inevitable.

Barely able to feel your fingers, much less wriggle them free from her steely grip, you bite your lip and begrudgingly raise your other hand.

With the referee looming nearby, you close your eyes as well, and, with nothing else to lose, you let it-

No!

Your eyes snap open.

No, not yet.

Willing an emergency burst of adrenaline into your captive arm, you resume resisting her armbar, showing your resilience by peppering her outstretched thighs with **** fists.

But instead of reacting with more spiteful wrenching or even some trash talk, her immediate reaction was much more...interesting.

You’re just about to yell something out defiant that probably sounded much better in your head when you suddenly feel something very, very wet slide up against your forearm.

Craning your head up despite the pain still shooting up your arm, you make out Kayla actually rubbing her pussy up against your captive arm, her confident face now scrunched up in arousal!

Using your pain to fuel her own perverse pleasure, she throws her head back in ecstasy as your arm remains in her grip, now used to torment you and treat her.

Her hastened breaths begin trickling down to your hand as she continues using your arm as a fleshy sex toy, much to your chagrin.

Just when it can’t get any worse, you can’t help but cringe as you felt the slippery and damp sensations of her womanhood grinding erotically against your captured arm, the air filled with her own moans.

It was degrading, demeaning on so many levels….but it also gave you an idea.

Looking past her shapely legs that had kept you at bay, you could make out her panties, now slightly wet but exposed just enough for-

“Aaaarrgghh!” As if reminding you of the vice she currently had you in, Kayla suddenly wrenches back on your arm yet again, causing you to nearly contemplate tapping out just out of pure self-preservation.

“I was getting bored, so I figured I’d entertain myself. Feel free to tap out at any time, John,” she tells you with a smug grin, still pleasuring herself at your expense.

Remaining vigilant, you have only seconds to come up with your next plan of action.