Billy tries to subdue Anna again.

Billy faced Anna, both of them panting but Billy panting noticeably harder. He had to admire her endurance, and he knew it was becoming a big problem for him.

He needed a move that would put her out of the fight all at once, something she couldn't squirm out of, but also something that would dissuade her from fighting any further...or maybe something that would just knock her out. The bearhug hadn't worked, but he had another idea.

He would pick her up in a fireman's carry, flip her over his shoulders, and come down after her a moment later. A little rough, but legitimate. If he did it right, it would knock the wind out of her and let him pin her. He could secure her arms and legs while she was stunned and make her beg him to let her go.

He eyed his target, which just so happened to be the gap between Anna's thighs. Anna saw where he was looking, and mistook it for lust.

"You're easily distracted," she giggled. It was embarrassing because she was half right, but it was also perfect because her guard was down. Billy lunged forward, plunging his right arm between her thighs. Then he lifted up with all his strength, the crook of his elbow slamming into Anna's crotch.

"Ooohhh," she gasped as Billy lifted her off the ground. She clutched frantically at his arm with one hand, trying to relieve the pressure.

Billy went to lift her and flip her, but he lost his balance and ended up dropping Anna back down right where she was. Her thighs snapped shut on Billy's arm. He instinctively tried to pull his arm back, but she was gripping him tightly enough that it would be a fight. Instead, he tried the fireman's carry again.

"HNnnnngh," Anna moaned as Billy lifted her again. This time, he didn't get her more than a few inches up. She'd figured out what he was doing and shifted her weight away from him, making it more difficult. And it seemed his muscles were more fatigued than he thought. His strength evaporated and he wilted, setting her back down on her knees a second time.

Anna wrapped one arm around the back of his neck, trying to pull him in. Billy knew he had to act fast, because his right arm was still trapped between her silky thighs, and he didn't think he had the strength to pull it out.

He grunted and strained all his muscles as he tried once more to flip Anna. This time he barely made her bounce off the ground, and she laughed as she felt his effort fail.

Billy looked at Anna, and in that moment of eye contact Anna knew she was going to win, and Billy could tell she knew. In a flash, her hand was at his throat and she was ****-slamming him to the carpet, his one hand still trapped between her legs.

In an impact nearly as impressive as the one he was imagining delivering to her, Anna slammed him down on his back and fell on top of him, knocking the wind right out of him. His left hand gripped hers and pried it off his neck, but she brought her other hand in and grabbed his wrist, trying to stretch out his arm.

Billy fought her arm while he simultaneously gasped for air. His right hand flailed uselessly, his arm still relentlessly trapped between her legs. Anna's tank top was riding up again, exposing her bare midriff draped sideways across Billy's chest, her hip just a few inches from his chin.

It didn't take long for Anna to solidify her advantage. She draped herself across Billy's body in a sort of crucifix pin, both hands having an iron grip on his left wrist, and his right arm shoved between her thighs. She did her best to keep her belly on his face, limiting his breathing.

"Oh, I've GOT you now!" she murmured, almost to herself since she wasn't sure Billy could even hear her. His struggles were weak, but she enjoyed the pressure of his arm against her panty-clad crotch.

Billy tried everything he could think of. He tried to wrench his left hand free, but her two small hands were more than a match for his one. He tried to lift his right arm and roll her off him, but all it did was make her moan sensually due to the friction of his arm against her silky panties. He tried to bridge, but he only got a couple inches off the ground before Anna threw her weight down on him, crushing his face beneath her belly.

"MMmffffff," Billy moaned in frustration as he struggled to breathe. He could dimly hear Anna laughing at him.

Anna felt Billy's body tense and relax, tense and relax, all without accomplishing ANYTHING against her. She was having the time of her life now. During parts of this fight, she'd been worried that he might hurt her. That worry was long gone. She was clearly superior to him in wrestling, just like she was in boxing! And without even really practicing!

Anna was increasingly turned on both from the pressure of Billy's arm, and the feeling of his face rubbing back and forth against her belly struggling for air. But she could hear him breathing at times, so she knew this wasn't exactly a perfect hold for suffocating him. Still, she had him 100 percent under her control.

Anna enjoyed that feeling of being in control, for a couple minutes, listening to Billy whimper defeatedly underneath her. Eventually, though, she got a little bored, and her thoughts turned to her original goal--finding out who beat up Billy besides her and her mom. This wasn't exactly a good position to interrogate him from, but she didn't want to risk him escaping or even turning the tables on her.

How could she adjust her hold so that she could talk to him without risking him pulling any funny business?