You succumb to knee strikes.

Claire and Eve’s knee strikes from behind kept finding their target and inflicting terrible pain.

Gasping for air with your head buried in Tracey’s soft breasts, you awaited each next knee strike in a fearful anticipation of more pain to come. Unfortunately, you were not let down.

Your complete failure to break their hold or at least move somehow made this painful and already humiliating experience of being beaten down and smothered by three young smokin’ hot women even more humiliating. Tracey and her friends laughed and excitedly cheered themselves on as your moans of pain and excitement were muffled in Tracey's cleavage.

Finally, critically low on oxygen, you couldn't stand the pain of your balls being smashed by Tracey's friends. Your body convulsed and your brain shut down.

“I’ve knocked the big boxer out, with a knee to his ball!” Eve shouted.

“Tracey, let him breathe.”

“Excellent job, ladies.”

Tracey lifted your limp head from her breasts, curiously looking at your blank face and adding:

"I fear that was not enough, ladies. I'll still need to teach this boxer some manners."