Brawn!

To defeat a man Lisa would have to act like a man. She crouched, tensing and preparing to spring like a cobra. She would hit her opponent high, knock him off his center of balance, then pin him while stumbled. With a primal roar she launched herself with all of her might directly at her opponents chest.

And stopped.

He looked down at her, slightly perplexed. He hadn't budged an inch. ****, she planted her feet and tried pushing again. It was like pushing a brick wall.

"What the fuck was that?!" cried Felicia.

"You've got him right where you want him!" added Sarah, helpfully.

With a grin the pledge grabbed shoulders and turned her around. For a moment Lisa was confused about what he was trying to do, but she figured it out quickly as he began to press her to the ground.

She tried squirming out of his grip as he lowered her, wriggling left and right, but it was no use. With a grunt she landed on her hands and knees. She tried to **** her body to roll out of the way as the pledge mounted her, but instead found herself arching her back in supplication to offer her rapidly moistening pussy to her conqueror. She stayed that way as he casually undid her bikini bottom and uncapped his marker. He took his time marking her and could clearly feel every letter as it became part of her. He was no longer holding her, and her mind screamed at her body to scamper away, get back on her feet, keep fighting. But her body responded to this newly minted alpha male in the manner of dominated females since the dawn of time; exposed, submissive, and waiting to be mated.

She didn't have to wait long. After showboating over his prize to the cheers of the DKM bros for a few seconds she felt a pressure at her pussy, and she sighed as he entered and began to rhythmically began to have his way with her.