Ann learned something

"Bitch stop squeezing me!" Ann wasn't just struggling to breathe but her ribs were starting to hurt. She knew Dolly had a bad angle for her body scissor and if it hurt this much, she was afraid of what it would feel like if Dolly got it applied better.

"I'mmmm OH FUCK! NOTgoing to let a emo dyke like you make me cum!"

Ann had never tried to do this in a real fight. She yanked her arm, the one that cuffed her to Dolly, across and behind Dolly's head, pulling Dolly's own arm across her throat. She leaned forward to pin Dolly's arm down, and then wrapped her uncuffed arm around the back of Dolly's head and gripped her elbow.

"GHHK!" Dolly tried to scream as soon as Ann tightened her arms, but couldn't.

"That's called a windshield wiper ****, and guess who taught it to me?" Ann smiled wickedly in Dolly's face. "Tara."

As soon as Ann said that name, Dolly flashed back to the day she first met Tara, and how easily Tara had rolled her around in the ring before **** her out, and her body exploded in an orgasm.

"OHH FUCK YOU FUCK you..." Dolly almost started to cry from the humiliation when she felt her legs slip.

Ann felt it too, and she jumped forward. Now she was sitting on the backs of Dolly's thighs in a mating press. Looking Dolly in the eyes she began to thrust with the strapon again, slowly at first, rough but not fast. Each thrust she slammed down hard enough for her hips to smack into Dolly's.

"C'mon you little preppy bitch, tighten up." Ann continued to drive slow, hard thrusts into Dolly.

But Dolly couldn't. She couldn't defend herself either - couldn't reach Ann with either arm, couldn't move her legs below the knee. All she could do was wiggler her feet in the air, and that just made her conscious of how her toes were curling up from the pleasure. Ann kept thrusting away at the same pace, the head of the strapon scraping along Dolly's g-spot with each thrust. The **** was just barely loose enough that Dolly couldn't pass out. She felt her eyes rolling as Ann continued to slam down onto her.

"I'm not really into blondes, but you are gonna be the sexiest little blonde EVER when I'm done with you. Aww, did you cum again?"

"No..." Dolly whimpered.

"I think you did. Let's see if we can make it a multiple!" Ann slowly sped up her thrusting.

"NNNNGGG KKK!!" Dolly's eyes rolled back in her head as she had her third orgasm, and Ann didn't even stop to let her recover. "NNN!" Her scream turned into a cough.

"Do you want to cum again, or do you want to go to sleep?" Ann cranked the **** full strength for just a second. She licked the side of Dolly's face and then slowly wriggled her tongue into Dolly's ear. Dolly tried to twist away from it, couldn't move her head. She began whimpering with each thrust. Ann began to go as slowly as she could, sliding the strapon almost all the way out of Dolly's pussy, then back in.

"No more..." Dolly finally managed to **** out. "No more, please... i don't want to cum again. Sleep, I pick sleep!"

Ann cranked **** as hard as she could while continuing her long, slow thrusts. As she flexed her arms Dolly's whimpers got louder until, just as she went limp, she wailed as hard as she could. Ann felt the wetness on her hips and belly as Dolly's last orgasm caused her to squirt explosively all over the mat. She pulled the strapon out and let the referee raise her hand, the one that wasn't cuffed. With the other she slid the strapon back and forth across Dolly's open mouth.