Marisa can't help herself.

The blows to Marisa’s pride hurt worse than the flagrant cheating, and Marisa could not let that slide. However, the tingle she was feeling below the belt was telling another story. Being humiliated in front of her peers, the very ones she brutalized day in and day out, was causing her too feel flushed. The warrior of a woman was sensing a tight feeling in her chest, a glowing warmth in her cheeks, and a tingling lust in her loins. Marisa wanted to explore this more, needed to explore this more, was going to explore this more. This was the perfect chance and Manon was the perfect dance partner.

Instead of going on the attack, Marisa decided to play defensively, circling Manon and awaiting her next move. Marisa pretended not to notice Manon’s muscles twitch, and when the kick to her shins landed, she was unsurprised. To Marisa’s delight, Manon did not notice Marisa was going easy on her, and thus she did not hold anything back. Marisa weathered the onslaught of kicks Manon sent her way. Sweeps to her meaty legs, roundhouses to her beefy arms, and front kicks to her steel jaw. One axe kick caught Marisa right on the dome, simply amazed by how high Manon’s legs could reach. Hits like this were easy to shrug off, but the sexual sensations Marisa was feeling were making her light-headed.

POW! WHAP! WAM! BOP! BOOM!

Manon unleashed a barrage of mesmerizing attacks, each kick landing flush, sending Marisa into a dizzy state. Marisa offered half-hearted defences, allowing all of Manon’s blows to nail her without resistance. Spit and sweat went flying whenever Marisa’s rock hard abs were caved in. Grunts of pain echoed throughout the arena whenever Marisa’s limbs were bent by the blows. And moans of ecstasy were emitted from Marisa’s lips whenever her face was crushed by Manon’s dainty feet. Getting publicly demolished by this shapely model was driving Marisa wild with lust. A victory that she should have achieved easily was slipping away, her defeat getting dangerously close.

BOOM! BAP! BOOSH!

Marisa couldn’t help herself, she willingly received the never-ending series of kicks. Her body was getting bruised, her face was becoming swollen, and her muscles were aching tremendously. Manon threw in some throws, sending Marisa flying face-first into the dirt. Marisa was in high-heaven, the beatdown she was receiving was making her moist. She was quite thankful in that moment that she was wearing black that day, as the dark splotch that appeared on the front of her trunks would have been visible to all. “You are one faible chienne pathétique. I had expected more from you. A shame, but I am ready to end this now.” Manon degraded Marisa further, adding verbal insults to her physical beating.

TWIRL! TWIRL! TWIRL! BLAM!!!

Manon used her dance experience to twirl Marisa on the spot, sending the Italian giantess into a delirious daze. Manon made an absolute fool out of Marisa, using her for dance practice, spinning her about like a fragile ballerina. The dance number ended when Manon grabbed Marisa’s thick hands and tossed her overhead, sending her careening into a pillar. The pillar crumbled over Marisa, showering her in a heavy downpour of rubble. Marisa’s muscle-bound form was buried under a pile of hefty rock, knocking her clean out, and cinching her defeat. “You’ve been such a wonderful dance partner, I think it appropriate to reward your cooperation. Wouldn’t you agree ma jolie idiote?” Manon insisted as she dragged Marisa’s listless body out of the rubble.