Things go from bad to worse

She rolled over and tried to scramble back to her feet, but before she managed to get up, two strong, wiry arms wrapped around her waist and she was driven back down to the floor, face-down.

“You sneaky bitch…” Schmelzer laughed as he pinned the fighting Latina down on the floor and quickly moved to straddle her, easily dominating the grappling with his larger weight. Nancy twisted and turned, trying her best to escape, but she was stuck with the larger man sitting on her lower back.

Schmelzer relaxed for a moment, allowing himself to catch his breath as the helpless woman below him powered herself out. All he did was shift his weight to control his balance and firmly remaining on top.

He could feel Nancy’s energy drain little by little as she fought her hopeless struggle. Meanwhile, he admired the delicate, strong musculature of her back working, tensing and shifting as she desperately tried to fight his larger weight from her disadvantageous position. Her supple, caramel skin glistened with a fine layer of perspiration, giving her a very attractive gleam.

It wasn’t fair, really. Nancy was obviously extremely capable at hand-to-hand combat. It was just that… he was better at this. Grabbing a hold of people, tossing them around, dominating and humiliating them on the mat was something he had always enjoyed, something he was incredibly good at. People tended to see his wiry frame and underestimated him, thinking he was just some older loser. More than one athletic young stud had found themselves red-faced and exhausted after rolling with him at the local gyms, surprised when he turned out to be always two steps ahead. He didn’t parade his skills around, just because he liked the look of shock and surprise when he revealed them in the middle of a fight. It never hurt to have this card up one’s sleeve. Exhibit A: this very situation.

“Useless, little puta!” he mocked her. Reaching out, he grabbed her ponytail firmly in his fist and leaned down to whisper into her ear. “Cute sexpot like you, you’re gonna hurt yours-WHOA!” He jerked back when Nancy surprised him with a sudden elbow stabbing back at his face, surprised as it whizzed past the bridge of his nose.

“Too slow, bimbo!” Gritting his teeth, he firmly yanked on Nancy’s hair, causing the stuck, exhausted woman to grunt in exertion, but before she could react in any way he reached around her with his other hand, grabbing a hold.

“Nnnngh!” Nancy whimpered desperately as Schmelzer forcibly lifted her chin, then interlaced the fingers of both hands below her jaw. She struggled, her feet kicking desperately as she reached up to try and pry his grip off, but found her efforts proving fruitless. The capable Detective had never felt this helpless, panic and humiliation wrecking her petite body as she felt Schmelzer’s weight shift. Still sitting firmly on the small of her back, preventing her from taking a full lung of air for well over a minute now, her tormentor leaned backwards.

She would have screamed if his firm hold on her jaw hadn’t prevented that. Her eyes widened in horror as her head was pulled back and upwards while her hips remained pinned against the mat. Her spine was slowly, but steadily **** into a vicious arch, her entire body stretching like a bow until her face was turned to the ceiling.

She could hear soft, feminine whimpers come out of her own mouth as her flexibility was put to a serious test. Eyes fluttering, she felt like she was on the verge of passing out, yet the merciful kiss of unconsciousness evaded her as she remained helplessly stuck in Schmelzer’s submission hold. Her fingers clawed at his below her chin, but her efforts were seemingly absolutely pointless. She simply was not strong enough to pry them off.

“I wonder how badass you feel right now…” Schmelzer teased her, sensing and relishing her agony as her entire body shook and shuddered in exhaustion while her body was contorted to an **** upwards angle. Knowing he was in full control, he felt comfortable enough to let go of her chin with one hand. While his left kept Nancy bent in her grueling stretch, his right hand slid down her body, quickly finding her sports bra-encased breasts.

Nancy gave a strained grunt, her brow furrowing with exertion, but she could do nothing to stop him as Schmelzer’s rough fingers dug deep into her soft, malleable flesh, shamelessly fondling and kneading her tit. Feeling herself being groped by Ryan fucking Schmelzer while there was apparently nothing she could do to stop him, she felt the most **** she had ever felt within the precinct of the LAPD. It was then that she realized just how wet and creamy her pussy was becoming. It was hard to believe, but getting slapped around and molested by California’s most annoying man was apparently turning her on…

“These tits feel real nice, McKenna!” Schmelzer smirked, seeing a little vein on her temple bulge as her face reddened more and more with each passing second. Her eyes were closed in exertion as she still fought with all her might, but in her current position his strength advantage was multiplied and she was his to do with as he pleased. The indignant flare of her nostrils was cute though, her pride still unbroken despite being handled easily.

Nonetheless, he could feel her tiring body shudder when he reached down to hook his fingers into the hemline of McKenna’s black sports bra and yanked the garment up.

“Grrkh!” Nancy tried to protest as her tits spilled free, jiggling on her chest as they were abruptly freed from their confines, but there was nothing she could do as Schmelzer cupped and almost gently squeezed one of her teardrop-shaped orbs, quickly catching a stiff, hazel-colored nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“You know, let me know when this all becomes too much for you to take,” Schmelzer’s tone was like poisoned honey in her ear as he rolled her sensitive tit-tip between his fingers, tugging it sharply, “And you want to quit like the weak little bitch that you are…”

Her nose crinkled in adorable fury before she flinched when he began slapping the undersides of her hanging breasts with the flat of his palm, making them wildly bounce up and down. She tried to push his hand away, but the prolonged ordeal had sapped her strength at this point and she began to finally drift towards unconsciousness. Her arms dropped limply to the mat and darkness closed in on her.

“Tsk… useless fucking bimbo!” Schmelzer chided her as he noticed her fading wherewithal. He was not done with her yet.

Watching the little twitches of her face while toying with her soft, heavy tit, he perfectly timed the moment when he let go of her chin just before she fainted. Grabbing Nancy’s sports bra with both hands, he unceremoniously pulled it upwards and over her head as he suddenly stood up. Nancy’s limp arms offered no resistance as he stripped her and the topless Detective fell face-first to the mat, coughing and spluttering weakly.

Schmelzer gave her as much time as she needed to wheezingly catch her breath as he stood in the corner of the ring, inspecting the sports bra he had just taken from her. Marveling at the soft, smooth polyester, he let it slide through his fingers, feeling the warmth. He lifted it to his nose to smell it as he watched Nancy slowly rise to her knees. A few minutes ago, the Latina had been a picture of confidence and anger. Now she sat topless in front of him, her hair a disheveled mess with her ponytail all but dissolved and strands of it sticking in all directions, a stunned, wide-eyed look on her face as she stared up at him.

“Ready to quit?” he smirked, although he knew the answer already.