You try to hold firm.

With her eyes locked on to yours, you are struggling to keep yourself focused on actually fighting back. Taking advantage of your position, she reaches into your trousers and pulls out your cock. She very slowly starts to pump the shaft, working her slender hands up and down. Her firm grip and steady pace are sending you wild. You can vaguely hear the chants of the crowd baying your attacker on.

She scarcely needs their support, however, as you are putty in her hands. You try to stare back at her in an attempt to somehow fight back ? to beat her at her own game. But the longer you stare the more absorbed you become. You also notice that she has started to pump your cock heavily, and your body is responding to the attention. Your cock is harder than it has ever been, your skin is flushed with exertion, and you feel yourself breathing more heavily by the second.

Cobra continues her ****, first by beginning to groan and moan as she feels your pleasure build. Next she begins to breathe heavily, panting hard, syncing herself up to your rhythm. Then she momentarily stops wanking your shaft, only to slide herself down your body and position herself between your legs. Not for one moment do her eyes break away for yours. It almost seems as if she doesn't even blink. You are barely aware of the fact you have missed an opportunity to counter-attack, as if you even cared any more.

Then she grabs your shaft again and, leaning low, begins to lick and suck your head. She slurps and slobbers all over it, rolling her tongue around in circles. The pleasure she is giving you is intensely passionate.

?Mmm, do you like that baby?? She coos, before resuming.

Her soft lyrical voice is both soothing and arousing, and hearing it now as your slowly worked towards orgasm, only emphasises it's qualities.

You are able to utter a broken ?yes...? just as she leans forward and swallows your entire cock. She deep-throats you expertly for a few minutes, causing you to writhe wildly. You are on the brink of defeat.

Suddenly she stops. You let out a moan, almost a whimper. The woman who is controlling you crawls towards you on all fours, sticking her perfect ass in the air as she does so, and then moves her lips close to your ears.

?Say you love me? She orders, in a whisper.

Your mind is whirling, your senses on overdrive. She makes eye contact as she awaits your response. She has manipulated you so expertly, so completely that the reply is easy.

?I... I love you...? You moan.

On that que she quickly slides back to your cock and swallows it once again. She now works it harder and faster, sucks it with more lust and vigour, sucking and slurping until you can't hold on any longer. Cum gushes out of your cock in waves and she eagerly takes it all in her mouth.

You collapse back on the matt, defeated but very satisfied.

You look up to see Cobra standing over you. You give her a smile, hoping to get one back to validate the feelings she has brought out of you. At first, she responds in kind, giving you a smile back. However, its actually more of a smirk. That doesn't bode well. She suddenly spits out all of your cum back into your face, dribbling every last drop over your mouth and cheeks.

?What a fucking loser.?, she barks.

Before she leaves the ring she kicks you sharply in the ribs, stinging you with pain and humiliation.

You have been utterly defeated, physically and mentally.

Looking around into the audience, you see the face of Patrick Michaels laughing hysterically, with his arm over his wife's shoulder. You suspect this was what he wanted all along.

You lose.