Trying Defense

You weren’t sure if you had the strength to rush down Adrianna. Maybe it was better to hang back for now. While Adrianna had her back turned to you, you adjusted your bikini back into place. Unfortunately adjusting your bikini bottoms made the fabric brush against your cunt. Though the pain was starting to subside, the memory of it getting stomped in was enough to make you wince. “Oof...don’t want that again,” you groaned under your breath.

After a few minutes, Adrianna finally turned around and strutted towards you. “You ready to get your ass kicked again?”

You paid her no attention. Instead you raised your arms up in a fighting stance as best you could, signaling to the judges that you were ready to fight again.

“Alright, let’s go little punching bag!” Adrianna taunted as she raised her arms too, and began to circle you. “Whaddya doing, blondie? Are you seriously waiting to trade punches with me? You think some white bitch can beat a latina in a punching match?!”

You almost wanted to roll your eyes in annoyance, but kept your focus on Adrianna. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t-“

You didn’t get to finish. Adrianna had moved faster than you could react, and socked her fist deep into your soft tummy. “Ooofff...! Shit,” you gasped out as you got the wind knocked out of your lungs. You doubled over again, really regretting not charging Adrianna while she was posing earlier. Your hands instinctively went to cover your stomach, leaving your face exposed. Adrianna roughly grabbed your hair and yanked it backwards, before bitch-slapping you hard enough to make you stumble to your knees. “Owww...! W-Was that a slap...?!”, you asked, looking up at the latina with a shocked expression.

“Damn right, and your teeny bikini ass couldn’t keep standing!” Adrianna let out a few chuckles before slapping you again, this time making you jerk toward one side and fall flat on your stomach.

Your head was still dizzy when Adrianna pulled your hair back and roughly pulled up your thong until it was riding against your ass-crack. The pain from your thong-wedgie clearly cut through your nausea. “AAH! Mmmph... Why is this happening...?”

“Because, dumb little blonde bitch, I told you: white girls can’t fight for shit! Though your little moans sound pretty hot... So I’ll give you a deal...” Adrianna leaned in and whispered into your ear. “I’m clearly gonna win, and I’m kinda bored of kicking your ass. So how’s about you beg me, loud enough for the judges to hear, to knock you out? Then maybe I’ll take you back to my place and we can chill out, put this all behind us? Or...”

You grunted as you felt your thong ride higher up your ass, making hot tears trickle down your cheeks. You managed to ask a question through muffled sobs. “O-Or...what?”

A big of you wanted this humiliation to stop. You didn’t care if the judges took pictures of you knocked out; they probably took pictures of your thong-wedgie already and could post them on Facebook anytime they wanted. Then again, you didn’t relish the idea of telling Clarissa she was right all along. Adrianna could be lying for all you knew, and probably wanted to knock you out so she could fondle your breasts or clit while you were unconscious.

“Or...” Adrianna continued, “...you can just submit. Maybe you might pull off some miracle. Prove me wrong about white girls. But if you submit again and I win, I’m gonna make you beg me to finger-fuck you like the little prison slut you are. Deal or no deal?”