And Fails...

We made to lock up again. Nikki was hesitant, as if she was struggling to put her near nude state to the back of her mind. But she wasn’t trying to hide herself. In a way, I envied her for that.

I had a dilemma. Did I look to dominate her again or aim to simply pull her panties to her feet and end this? All I needed was an opening. And I think Nikki realised how vulnerable she was too as she seemed to pick her next move with more care.

We sized each other up, probing each other’s defences. Batting each other’s hands away. I lunged at her and she managed to grip my hands in hers. We were now trying to jockey for position. Her strength hadn’t waned, but I was pushing her back again, our bodies coming closer.

I was ready to press close to her, reach out, and swipe her panties to the ground. Closer and closer I came.

Nikki swung her bare foot and drove it straight into my crotch. I grunted, hanging onto her but the pain was overwhelming. Nikki finished it up with a knee straight between my legs. I didn’t just double over, I dropped to my knees holding myself.

She’d done it again. I couldn’t believe it. I’d fallen for that underhanded tactic every time.

My mouth was open, but the agony stopped any sound from coming out. It was as if I stopped and the world continued to swirl around me. I saw Nikki step away from and around me.

Once again, the belt came into play. She coiled it around my neck and pulled back, forcing me to look up. The belt was tight, and I knew one wrench was all that was needed to start choking me.

With the realisation that Nikki had me all tangled up and the shock of being low blowed yet again, I knew I was in serious trouble. This match wasn’t over yet.