Chain of back-stretching submissions.

I grapple with her until I can get to her side. I step over and straddle one of her legs to hold her in place, then thrust her farther arm under mine, twisting her back in an abdominal stretch hold. I sharply drop to a squat a couple of times to wrench her more, causing her to writhe that delicious body in pain, her full bosoms jiggling with every bounce. I flick her nipples with my free fingers, cup her tits to fondle them, I slap them on the side. Weakened, she's ripe for more punishment.

I grab one of her pigtails, glide my other hand around her perfect butt cheek to find a grip for my fingers in her muff. Her legs nearly give out, and maintaining control of her, I walk her over to the ropes. I shove her between the middle and top ropes. Her nipples catch the rope, then her melons flop over, sprinkling sweat.

I grab one of her wrists, and she fights me for the other, but she forgets that she's still bending over with her legs spread. I penetrate the lips of her twat, and her previously ropy arms melt, allowing me to get a hold of them both. I drape them behind her over the top rope.

Seizing her wrists, I drag back and use them to help me ram her a couple of times for good measure. She's butter in my hands now. I pull out of her to see if she's close to coming yet. No, I'm going to win this by submission.

Pulling hard on her wrists again, I bring my knee into the small of her back, and lean into it. A modified surfboard stretch. I dig my knee in her taut muscles, and she winces. I ease up after a couple more lunges, knowing she will never submit so easily.

I release her wrists, letting her hang panting on the rope, and turn my attention to her bare feet. Scooping up her ankles, I pull her back, and planting my foot in her crotch, I grind it there a bit before releasing her.

Not letting up, I step over her, facing away, clasp my hands around her ankles, and hook her shins under my arms. I drop to sit on her back, then use this rope-aided Boston crab to arch her back even further.

The unyielding ropes act as a set of bonds to restrain her robust upper limbs, allowing me to dedicate my attack fully on her lower torso. She shrieks once, but cuts it off by biting her lip.

"Do you give?" I demand while I wrench her legs back, contorting her back even more.

"No!" she shouts back defiantly.

I stand up, and get ready to drop on her back again. Having freed her arms, she nimbly slips between the ropes, then between my legs. She wraps her legs around me, and uses the leverage like a gymnast to do an inverted sit up. She starts groping for a hold on me.