Knock her out

The fierce spirit of the competition has brought you into a frenzy. What you see now it's not a frightened girl in pain, but an enemy that must be totally quelled. And you've confidence that a good frontal kick is the best way to knock her out and end it. Alas for you, Grace is winded up and her stomach is aching, but she is not out of combat as you believe. That's why, when you thrust your leg forwards, she can clasp your foot, twisting it awkwardly and forcing your legs to do an awful split. The movement was so unnatural that your groin area squeals in pain, as you crumble down in discomfort. The pain burns between your legs, incapacitating you to even think. "Wait…", you can only implore, watching the girl coming while you are in no condition to react. "Did you enjoy your footwork, pig?", she asks, backlashing you with many kicks on the ribs, "Now what? You can't even stand, bastard!". Looking for shelter, you turn on your side, shielding your face behind your back. She bends on you, angry, and clutches her legs around your right arm, snatching at the same time her hands under your left armpit. At this point, the martial girl plucks you down, taking you in a hold which in wrestling is known as "crucifix". Your arms are spread wide, all your back rests on the floor, and your neck is leaning ahead pressed by her sexy belly. Jokingly, Matt tried this on you once during a sparring session, making you surrender, unable to get free. You are not laughing now. Grace holds you tight and you can't rely nor on your trapped arms neither on your aching legs. In a word, you are defenceless. Even if she clemently spared you, unhitching that painful hold, you couldn't even walk away in this state. And she has no intention to let you go anyway. The uncanny feel of fear creeps in. "Please, this is serious, I can't move my legs...", you say, but she cuts your words rolling forward and forcing your head to **** on your throat. "I was to concede, big son of a bitch. I was afraid, ready to beg and admit that you've won it thoughtfully. But luckily for me when you've shot that kick my survival instinct came to my rescue. Now, our positions have switched and this is my fucking retribution". She bends over, smashing a nasty elbow strike on your cheek and compressing your chin onto your throat. "When this will be over there will be no one tooth left in your mouth", she threatens.

This is too much for you. The first tears sweep over your face, as you say some pity and sobbing words of apology. You don't want to be injured permanently, you have just made a stupid blunder. Wrecked inside and outside, you beg endlessly the small winner to have compassion. Grace takes a gander at you and, suspiring patiently, finally untangled your two bodies. Your tiny opponent gets up, fetches from the ground her martial art belt and then sits on your bare chest, tying your hands above your head. She stares down, speaking: "If you were a bad guy I swear that nothing would remain of you today. I know that after all you are a good pal though. And even if you are a bastard, you have fought well. So, I will help you with the hospital once we have finished our business here, but before...you have to make me cum one more time". Grace takes off her pants and, giggling, lows her wet and shaved pussy on your face. The girl plugs her vagina on your mouth and nose, so you can't breathe, and a moment later nudges her clitoris. Striving for air, you pull out your tongue into her vagina, writhing wildly but impotently. You are not licking her, rather you're just boosting her sheer pleasure during the masturbation, like a plastic sex toy of some kind. If she lasted long, you think in a blue funk, you would die either chocked by her wet flesh or drown by her juice. Fortunately, she is yet very excited and comes loudly after less than one minute. Your female conqueror, now relieved, slides comfortably her ass on your throat in a classic schoolgirl pin, crossing her arms over her chest. You watch at her sweet face speechless. "Oh man, you have lost so badly!", she sneers at you, "I'm calling a doctor but be aware that he will find you here, tied up, helpless and with that mess on your face...oh poor Chris, that's gonna be very hard for your ego". The blood in your veins freeze and your body shakes in trepidation, while your eyes got even wetter than before. This fight was a huge mistake.

(Another man who did your same mistake...you can relate a lot)