Stalemate

You go easy on her, thinking this nonsense will be over soon. You're shocked when you realise you seem evenly matched. It's a stalemate at the moment.

Abruptly she reverses your hands, spinning hers upside down, and in doing so she is able to bend your wrists back and forces them upwards. You yelp in pain and rise to your toes trying to escape the pain.

Emma laughs as she sees your face contort in pain.

However you stay calm and ignore her taunts.

With all your effort you manage to get your hands back in position, forcing her wrists back.

Her strong fingers bite into yours, her purple, manicured nails dig into the backs of your hands.

Both of you and Emma’s hands are sweating now. Emma is no longer smiling; now her teeth are clenched and the muscles in her wide arms were straining. However you slowly manage to **** her back.

Then without warning, she slips her right hand out of your grasp and darts behind you, still maintaining her grip on the fingers of your right hand. With a jerk she wraps your right arm across your neck and pushes you forward from behind.

“You cheater,” You grunt.

“I did not get where I am by always playing fair,” she hisses in your ear as she forces you into a kneeling position. You find yourself on your knees, your head and shoulder pinned on the bed. Emma is straddling on your back, forcing your face into the mattress with one hand and pulling your right arm tightly around your neck with her other hand.

She straddles your lower back, preventing your from backing up or bucking her off. You squirm and grunt but are not able to dislodge her.

“I looked forward to this moment ever since you send me to jail. You thought you had me back then did you not? Who is in control now?” she asks sweetly, her moist breath tickles your ear. You refuse to answer, bucking instead in vain. She jerks your arm again and begins to cut off both your air and blood flow–humiliatingly–with your own arm.

Using your left arm you try to push away from the bed.

Emma anticipated this move and releases your head and grabs your left wrist. With a quick twist she traps you in a hammerlock. Now you are completely immobile. You squeal in spite of yourself, whimpering in pain as you cannot believe you get overpowered like this.

“You are no match for me Hero. I will make you my **** and then no one will ever get in my way again.“ She says with her annoying, high pitched voice.

While still holding your arm twisted behind your back she uses her other hand to pull the mask off your face.

You try to resist but with her thighs straddling your back and your arm twisted behind your back you cannot stop her from removing your mask.

“Kyle is The Hero, that is amazing. Now I have solved two problems at once. I am going to make you my bitch. You will be the lap pet of the Mighty Minova.“ Emma laughs out loud.

She lets go of you and you massage your left arm that had been twisted behind your back.

Still on your knees you look at Emma who has a triumphant look on her face.

“Say that you surrender to me Kyle. Crawl towards me and kiss my feet. Admit that I conquered you.“