You lose handily.

The first round could only be called such in the loosest degree. No sooner had you dropped in a crouch and replied “Ready” Nightmare was on you. So complete was your surprise that you found yourself face first in the mat, Nightmares muscular frame pressed deep into your back with her arms wrapped beneath your own in a full nelson. Her breasts and rock hard nipples dig into your shoulders distractingly, and her hot breath ghosts by your ear sending shivers of desire down your spine. You still have freedom in your legs, but any attempt at using them is bound for only failure with Nightmare’s full weight pressing down on you.

Still, you try and struggle all the same, and as you feel the hardening of her nipples and the slight quickening of her breath you know that Nightmare quite enjoys it. Still, the hopelessness of your situation is not lost on you, and you quickly conceded defeat.

“Good Pet,” Nightmare snorts as she releases you and stands once more.

You rotate your shoulders in their sockets, trying to relieve the strain of your mistress’s hold. “Seemed pretty awful to me.”

“No,” she smiles. “It’s good that you know when to give up.” She saunters back to her corner of the mat, her ass flexing with each step hypnotically.

The second round went much better than the first, in that you were able to dodge her first charge. What you failed to do however is evade her follow up; a sudden sweep of her leg, which sends you crashing to the mat and very thankful of its presence. You fail to recover in the two seconds it takes her to get on you again, her hands on your wrists and forcing them far apart. She sits on the curve of your back, her massive frame easily dwarfing you in both size and strength. She knows this, and the feeling of dampness where her pussy presses into your skin reveals how much she enjoys that knowledge.

Once more you conceded defeat. “Okay, okay Mistress. I give up.” This time Nightmare doesn’t immediately release you. Instead, she slowly grinds her hips and pussy against your back, spreading the dampness of her arousal all over you. You squirm a little, your position on the floor becoming increasingly uncomfortable and your face growing a bright red. God, it’s as though everything she does can turn you on.

You find yourself strangely **** to call attention to your loss, but as your cock begins to strain uncomfortably against the mat you work up the courage to speak. “U-um…Mistress?”

“Hm?”

“Can uh…can you please let me up now?”

There is a pause as though she is considering. “If you insist, Pet.” She releases your wrists and lets you up. As you stand, you catch her staring unashamedly at the evidence of your arousal, a smile curling her lips as you awkwardly and ineffectually shuffle to hide it. The amazon permits you a moment to compose yourself, but only until she reached the other side of the mat. Then she turns around and for the final time drops into a crouch.

“Last round, Pet. Try and put up a fight this time.”

And so you do, but trying would be at best the most generous of remarks of what occurs. Quickly, you once more find yourself face down in the mat with Nightmare’s body twined about your own in an unbreakable grip.

The hose-morph laughs, her chest heaving in amusement and sending her nipple rings jingling musically. She releases you and rises to her full height, looking down on you with triumph written across her features. “Well Pet,” she calls in a smug, dominant tone, “it looks like you lost. And that means you have to do whatever I want tonight.”

You sigh, still on your hands and knees. Looking up at the anthro, you grimace lightly but don’t address your bargain directly. “You could have gone a little easier on me, you know.”

Nightmare chuckles and squats in front of you, and once more your eyes move despite yourself to stare at the velvet folds of her pussy. Her hand grasps your chin and lightly tilts your head to meet her eyes. She smiles comfortingly, even as her eyes bore into your own with unquenchable desire. “I’m sorry Pet. But I wanted to get this over with quickly,” she admits softly. “I didn’t want you to tire yourself out before we even got to the best part of tonight.”

“You seemed pretty happy to hold onto me after I gave up,” you point out.

Nightmare smiles once more and offers a hand. You take it, only to be suddenly pulled to your feet and locked in a tight embrace. Your face is pressed into the anthro’s breasts insistently. You look up, face reddening at the smile that your mistress gives you.

“Oh Pet,” she whispers hoarsely, as if barely able to contain the urge to mount you then and there. “That was just a sneak preview of what’s going to happen next.”