Yana in Control

Daffney lay on the cold asphalt, her upper body exposed to the night air. She wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. But she couldn't let it end like this. Surging upwards, she mustered her remaining strength and made a **** move to push Yana away.

Yana, momentarily caught off guard, stumbled back. Her arrogant smile vanished for a split second. The sudden shift gave Daffney a brief window of opportunity. Daffney scrambled to her feet, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes locked onto Yana in a furious rage.

"You're not going to get away with this," Daffney spat. “I’m going to fuck you up.”

Yana laughed, a cold, harsh sound. "Not dressed like that you won’t. Nice tits, by the way.”

Daffney clenched her fists. She knew she was at a disadvantage, but she wasn't going down without a struggle. She lunged at Yana, hoping to catch her off balance.

But Yana was ready for her.

She sidestepped Daffney's attack and grabbed a handful of hair, yanking her back. Daffney cried out in pain as Yana used her weight to **** her back down to her knees.

"You're pathetic," Yana sneered, twisting Daffney's hair. "This is going to get so much worse for you."

Daffney gritted her teeth, refusing to let Yana break her. She swung her arm up, aiming for Yana's face with her nails, but Yana caught her wrist and twisted it, forcing Daffney to gasp in pain.

"Nice try,” said Yana.

Daffney's vision blurred with tears. She struggled against Yana's grip, kicking out with her legs in a last-ditch effort to free herself. Her foot connected with Yana's shin, causing her to stumble slightly.

"Let go of me."

Yana's friends continued to record from their position, but their smiles had faded as they watched their friend struggling to put down Daffney.

Yana changed tactics and yanked Daffney up by her hair, forcing her to stand unsteadily. She had to think of something that would finish Daffney for good. Her opponent was showing more resistance than she thought, despite bra being on show.