Sunee tries to play mind games.

Sunee tried to clear her head. She needed to come up with a new strategy because Damsel was bigger than her and seemed to have a huge capacity for absorbing pain. She needed to get into the black girl's head.

"I don't own very many black girls!" she said, as she slapped away one of Damsel's punches. "You'll fit into my collection pretty well."

Damsel's eyes narrowed. "Fat chance!"

Sunee ran in fast and grabbed hold of Damsel. The taller girl pushed her away, clipping her on the cheek, but the **** catcher had hold of the fabric of Damsel's tank top in both fists and it ripped open as Sunee danced away. "Ooh, such lovely titties!" she taunted. "Firm, and perky just like their owner. I'll have fun playing with those when I have you chained to my bedpost."

Damsel snarled "That is not going to happen!" and rushed at Sunee. The **** ctacher went on the defensive. But both girls were clumsy and ended up clashing heads, and staggered backwards wincing in pain. Sunee kept up the trash talk. "You're a spirited girl, aren't you? I'll need to tame you. First I'll shave your head to teach you humility. Then I'll slap a gag and chastity belt on you and make you watch in silence as everyone in my collection gets to fuck except you. After a few months of frustration and drooling all over the place you'll BEG me to let you be my sex ****."

Damsel roared, "You bitch! You're not going to win and I'm not going to become your property."

Sunee chuckled, "There's nothing you can do about it. I've fought better girls, and men, than you and they've all joined my collection. I own you. Get used to it."