Offense

You figure Adrianna wouldn’t expect some ‘valley-girl’ to throw the first hit, so you go on the offense. You use what Clarissa taught you and what you learned from watching MMA on television, and throw a couple of kicks aimed at Adrianna’s midsection,

The hits connect, leaving the latina stumbling backwards and gasping for air. “Dammit...! What the-!”

You throw a roundhouse kick right at her breasts, both out of jealousy and because you think it’ll shit her up for a few minutes.

Once again, your hit connects, and causes Adrianna’s ample breasts to jiggle. The latina let out a pained moan and dropped to her knees, rendered speechless from shock and the throbbing ache in her sensitive bosom.

Overcome with glee, you walk over to her and bend down, showing off your cleavage and leaving your face a few inches from Adrianna’s. “Not bad for a valley-girl, huh? What was that about kicking my ass, Mexicunt?”

That insult seemed to set Adrianna off. She stared up at you, seething with raw hatred. Before you could react, she balled up a fist and uppercutted you with all her might.

The next thing you knew you flew across the room and landed on your back. “Ughh...what...?” You managed to groan as you massaged your head. Your legs were spread apart and the outline of your clit could be seen, only covered by the thin pink fabric of your thong bikini bottoms. You saw a few flashes out of the corner of your eye, likely a few of the judges snapping pictures of your predicament.

Adrianna was on you before you could get to your feet. “Okay bitch, you have really pissed me off!” Clearly, she didn’t take kindly to having her breasts kicked. She retuned the favor by picking your ankles up with both hands, then stomping her left foot onto your pussy.

“OWWW-HA-HOWWW!!!” you cried out. You tried moving your legs, but Adrianna had a firm grip on your ankles.

“I’ll give it to ya, valley-bitch; you caught me off guard,” Adrianna hissed as she began grinding the heel of her shoe on your sensitive clit. “But you’re just a submissive jobber deep down, aren’t you?”

“Mnnn...n-no! No, no I’m-!” Adrianna grinded harder, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you. “Awh...ooohh...oh shit...”

“That’s right, moan for me bitch! Pathetic little whore. Take back what you said about me, and I’ll let you submit!”

You shook your head furiously. “Piss off! I’ll get out of-!” Another vicious stomp from Adrianna. “Owww...! Oh no, please...”

You were in a bad spot, though the judges were certainly enjoying the sight of your bikini-clad body shuddering, and your gasps, moans, and whimpers. You could swallow your pride and submit; you could at least have a bit of time to recover and rethink your tactics.

Or you could keep struggling and possibly find a way to get free. But with the overwhelming pain in your womanhood dulling your senses, it could be a long shot. Your mind was already beginning to blur the line between pain and pleasure, as some soft undercurrent of arousal was rising through your abdomen at the thought of being helplessly dominated.