The Cowgirl seizes the moment.

Now utilizing the full extent of her near superhuman stamina, the Cowgirl breaks the stalemate with a powerful surge forward.

Shoving you aggressively to knock you off-balance, Dinah drives you backwards with your feet threatening to trip over themselves with every forceful bound.

Feeling the arena breeze rush between your ears, you are completely helpless as the toned fighter finally muscles you back against a ring corner.

Grunting slightly as your back takes the full brunt of the turnbuckle padding, you start to push back only for Dinah’s shoulder to ram into your solar plexus to keep you subdued in her grasp.

Upon thrusting her muscled torso into your already sore sides again, the Cowgirl takes a step back after sensing your muscles start to slacken up as a result.

“The rookie thought he could move the mountain of muscle known as the Cowgirl, but looks like his calculations might’ve been a bit off on that one,” the announcer smirks patronizingly.

Grasping the ropes next to you, Dinah pulls herself up with a satisfied sneer.

Leaning in alluringly so that her impressive rack now brushes up against your heaving chest, she nestles her shapely features against your chin line.

“There ain’t nothin’ I like more than a man who thinks he can out tussle me. Makes me feel real hot when I cut ‘em down to size,” she whispers at you tauntingly, her hand now seductively cupping the slight bulge in your briefs.

Your eyes widen in both shock and slight arousal as she playfully teases your manhood, now in complete control.

“Now be honest, sugar. You didn’t actually think you could beat me at my own game, did ya?” she purrs into your ear.

You nearly **** on your immediate response as she cups your growing erection firmly in her hand.

“But don’t you worry one bit, honey. Now that we know who’s really in charge of that fine piece of meat you’re packing…” Emphasizing her snide words with a playful (at least for her) squeeze on your testicles, she continues on, “I’m gonna put it to work, right here with all these nice folks watching.”

Smirking against your jawline, she tells you in a much softer, sensual tone, “But before we get to the really fun stuff, I’m gonna have to punish you.”

You barely register her words before she suddenly twists you around and slams your forehead against the top turnbuckle padding.

Sending you in a brief stupor as your head snaps forward, the Cowgirl flips you around so that your back is against the post, then steps in between the ropes and unfastens the lasso still attached to her bikini.

Unraveling the rope along the ring apron, she gives you a sly wink before grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them against the metallic ring post.

Taking advantage of your incapacitated state, she expertly manipulates the rope around your arms in a dazzling blur of proficiency.

“We are in for a treat now folks. When the Cowgirl breaks out the rope, you just know you’re about to see something special,” the announcer enthuses, before adding sardonically, “Though, I’m not so sure the rookie feels the same way.”

The sound of the rope tightening into a knot around your wrists finally snaps you out of your stupor.

Oh shit.

While blunt, that perfectly surmised your gaping expression as you realize that you’re now tied to the ring post!

Struggling frantically to free yourself, you attempt to pull away only to find your hands tightly bound around the metallic pole.

Tethered to the ringpost at least for the time being, you grit your teeth together angrily as Dinah takes her time re-entering the squared circle.

Accepting whatever perverse fate she has in store, you do your best to keep a stoic mask as her leering presence draws nearer.

“Just so ya know, this girl likes to play rough,” she purrs at you seductively, her hot breath trailing teasingly along your face.

Eyeing your **** state longingly, her blue eyes glow with a sexual hunger that can only be quenched by one thing: pure domination.