Pinned and abused

Grace is weak on the ground, you realize quickly, whereas in grappling you are strong and talented. The girl is seeking to put in practice a judo twist on you, but that would work only with someone less experienced and far weaker. In fact, you have no problem in overpowering your topless challenger, flatting her back on the floor and pinning her hands above the head. "Don't worry babe", you say securely, "The best is yet to come...now ask for my forgiveness". So speaking you low the face on her helpless tumid nipples, lightly biting them. Grace screams afraid, while your lips skim over her chest. "I will break your bones one by one…", she shouts, gliding her legs in the air. In spite of her words, you keep the sexual **** undaunted, not seeing her feet coming from your back until it's too late; the girl has boldly sprang her tights up and interlaced her ankles onto your chest. By that mean, she could push you back and even reverse your positions. That move would work if you were a newbie, but after your training it's just mandane. Snorting scornfully, you react as you've been taught; namely grasping one of her small feet on your chest and spinning briskly sidewards on the ground. The heel of the girl in your hands is immediately twisted by your movement and the leg suddenly outstretched. You land on the floor, squeezing the knee of her captured leg between your tights, and sprawling her groin wide. The effect of your spiteful motion is immediate. Grace starts to howling in pain, tapping both her hands on the blue tatami. That's no surprise. Matt is sick with leglocks after all and the kneebar is one of the most effective that you've learnt.

The girl is sobbing. "Please, stop!", she pleads, "Please Chris you are spraining my leg…let me gooo! I quit! I have lost the fight. Ok? I have lost!". You don't answer. Instead, driving her small barefoot near your mouth, you bite her little toes. She can only scream again, this time in fear. You are ready to crack down that smug chick with all your masculine might. The feel of power sprints your passion and, not resisting to the impulse, you stand up, taking off your boxer. Grace draws back before your naked body, rolling on her front. Swiflty, you reach your scared rival, sitting heavily on her back and securing both her arms backwards. "This hold is called camel clutch…", you explain to her, "It is mostly used in wrestling to **** your adversary in an ocean of pain. So, karate pussy, are you ready?". She shakes her head, sobbing loudly. "As I told you, you must ask for my forgiveness..", you say again, slipping your fingers under her chin and bracing yourself for the predictable reaction. Grace, however, seems to have already thrown the sponge. "I beg your forgiveness Chris!", she concedes, "I will never doubt of your masculinity again. I'm just a girl, please forgive me!". Your excitement is soaring endlessly. Finally, you own her. Notwithstanding her capitulation, you raise her chin gently amid her protests, stretching her neck with one hand and touching her small breast with the other; "Oh, you are becoming a good baby, don't you? But this won't be enough. Now comes the time of your reckoning". Without any remorse you get up, fetching her brown belt on the floor and tasting the sweet flavour of ****. "This scrap is your martial belt?", you ask, lending the object to the prone lady at your feet, "Take it into your mouth and go on your four legs like the good pet that you are…". Astonishingly, she obeys to your order, crying bitter tears for the contemptuous treatment reserved to the gear that she was so proud of.

Slowly, you pull off her white pants, slapping viciously the silky bare cheeks behind. Then, you spit into her red asshole, poking your finger inside. She is whining with no dignity at all but, following your directives, keeps duly the belt between her jaws. "Don't worry little sprog, I know that my dick is too big for your young and virgin ass. That will be for the next time. Today the programme is different". Saying that you take control of the two ends of her belt, using them like reins to control her head. A muffle groan of anguish leaves her mouth. The girl's pussy is juicy, you notice with delight, and that means that she is liking being handled like that."Oh, see this...what a twist!", you exclaim, skidding your throbbing member inside, "In the end, the supposed steely warrior was just a pervert that loved being submitted and fucked for good!". You can't see her face in that moment, but just picturing her sorry gaze is enough. Thrusting forward your waist and tugging back the reins of your new horse, you start riding Grace from behind. The poor female, however, is just too tired from the fight and too excited by the events to give you some satisfaction; with a loud scream she runs almost immediately into a devastating multiple orgasm that makes her nearly faint. Unhappy, you reach her limp body on your knees, turning her purple face to your cock and finishing the job by yourself. The thick semen sprinkles over the eyes and mouth of your prey, while she is nearly absent. This is the rough beginning of your story together.

(Below, a girl who had the guts to wrestle a man and finally sees the consequences of her actions)