Try to lift the racket handle off your throat.

Looking back up at here with steely determination you put both hands around the racket handle and try to push it back up at her, to push it off your throat so that you can breathe again. You're stronger than her... right?

Turns out, maybe not. You're pushing up, but as the oxygen is cut off from your brain it makes it harder for you to tell your muscles to push with all their might.

Your arms feel weak, and then at the crucial moment you notice that with her standing over you, pinning you to the floor with her racket, you can see up her micro tennis skirt and that, rather than sporty shorts, she's wearing a sexy-as-fuck lacy thong that cups her pussy oh-so sweetly.

You're losing consciousness, but you feel your prick start to throb and jerk of its own accord. You don't have the strength or the time to push her off you - and now you realise that you should have gone for her legs, to knock her off balance. Now she's... fuck if she carries on like this she might kill you!

Oh God, what a way to...

You wake up with a throbbing headache, and it takes you a few minutes to work out where you are. Your throat is burning and as you turn your head to see the lockers and the archways of the changing room, your neck cries out in pain. It hurts to swallow, and then you remember the tennis girl and how she suffocated you into unconsciousness, brutally pressing down on your neck.

"He's awake." That wasn't tennis girl's voice, that was...

Now the full extent of your situation becomes apparent. You're stretched out one of the slatted wooden benches - your legs slightly split so that, knees bent a little, your ankles could be tied to the legs of the bench down near the floor. Your arms are stretched up above your head and your wrists have been secured to the other end of the bench. You're still naked and you're tied helplessly to a bench. And Alessa is looking down on you, side by side with the tennis girl who beat you.

"He was kinda clumsy and dumb," the tennis girl says, "It really wasn't very hard." She looks across as Alessa with a teasing smirk. "I can't believe this guy beat you!"

Alessa pouts, a little hurt by the remark you think. "He was a better swimmer than I thought."

"But I mean, he beat you! He came inside you! In your pussy!" Is this the kind of behind the scenes teasing that goes on here, or is it for your benefit? It's pretty fucking sexy is your problem, because, helpless as you are, remembering loosing your seed inside Alessa's lithe body is turning you on. Your cock starts to stir.

"Shut up Katherine! Remember that guy with the mohawk?" Katherine looks a little embarrassed herself now, "I think I had a better time with... with this guy than you did with that guy." They're talking as if you're not there, but you notice Alessa's eyes flicker to your face for a minute. Yeah, she hadn't looked like she minded losing all that much.

"Well anyway, aren't you lucky that you get to see his defeat?" Katherine, the tennis girl, walks around you, to the foot of the bench, and you see her eyes hungrily eating up your cock. "Only one match later!" Now she looks to your face with a triumphant grin. Suddenly she glances at Alessa. "Don't touch him though. If you interfere, it's a default - he gets to go through."

"I'll just watch, don't worry," Alessa smiles, and takes a seat on the next bench over.