A Crushing Defeat! (Hyperion's Custom Finisher)

You step up towards Kelsey as she sways on her feet, waiting for any punishment you deem fit for her hubris. She looks at you, blue eyes nervous as your hand brushes her flushed cheek. With her wrists bound behind her with the lace glove, she can't fight back effectively. She was spent.

Kelsey slumps forward as your fist strikes her soft stomach and buries deep. The wind leaves her, fleeing her lungs from the punch. My wife gasps, fighting to take a shallow breath before another fist finds itself buried in her belly. After two more painful blows, Kelsey drops to one knee with her pained eyes looking up at you.

"N-no more," she gasps. "p-please. You w-win," Her cheeks are flushed from being dominated so forcefully, and you just want to keep going. Eager to demonstrate your victory, you move in for the finisher.

Your arms encircle her waist, bringing Kelsey into a punishing embrace. The realization prompts a sharp intake of breath when you start to constrict your grip, and when you lift her she exhales sharply against your shoulder. The scent of her womanly body, her perfume and the salty tang of her sweat becomes your world as you start to put her into a bearhug more intense than before.

"Gck!... N-no! Unh!" She moans, your arms tightening around her like a boa. Just when it feels like your grip can't get any tighter, your arms bulge and her prison in your arms becomes absolute agony.

My wife whimpers and breathes sharply, fighting against your grip to maintain her breath. Those noises of weakness graduate into yelps and yells when she feels her ribs being compressed even further.

"No, no, no, no! Unh! I-" she raggedly gasps, "I-I've had enough." You squeeze again. "Unh!"

Your tongue runs along her throat, tasting the desperation in her sweat. Ringlets of hair escaped from her ponytail whip along your chin as her head frantically thrashes side to side. You tauntingly release a growl into her throat and your arms constrict even further. More of her air is forcefully pushed from her lungs.

"U-unh... Gck!" My wife arches backward, her legs flailing wildly to do something - anything to escape this hold but with her wrists bound, her fate was yours!

With a heave of your arms, she twisted to the side. Her legs swung behind her, her hair leaving a trail of sweat. Another twist, this time back the other way coaxes out a dull pop from her spine. The crowd hushes for a moment and then roars in approval.

"Gck!" she chokes, being manhandled and constricted so easily in front of the spectators. You want to give her more, so you keep jerking her body back and forth, each twist of her torso whipping her body to and fro. The musical whimpers and yelps leaving her lips kept you orchestrating her defeat. Her legs tense and curl up behind her demurely, her toes coming to a point before the next twist releases the tension. Her curvy legs then go taut, her toes splaying wide in her leggings - until the material was stretched so tight you can almost see through it.

A particularly hard twist provokes a dull, deep pop and she lets out a staccato of whimpers. You feel her melt in your devastating hold, her back arching erotically, her head canted backwards with her ponytail brushing wetly against her ass.

"Nnnn...gh..." she breathes weakly.

Are you done with her yet?