La Diabla won the day.

It’s all you can do not to lean against La Diabla or the ref for support as you wait for the winner to be announced. Though you gave it your all, sometimes you end up in a fight you just can’t win, and you mentally berate yourself for biting off more than you could chew. But your thoughts are interrupted by the announcer’s narration:

“This fighter’s experience and skill were on full display tonight—along with a few other things—as they met an enterprising new prospect in the ring and brought a fast rise to a sharp halt. Proving once again that you don’t get to be one of the ECL’s top fighters by collecting bottle caps is our winner...La Diabla Roja!”

You nod solemnly in respect for your opponent as the ref raises her hand. Angelica sports an ear-to-ear grin as she celebrates another victory, putting her other arm up in a confident double-fisted victory pose.

You’ve been defeated by La Diabla Roja{if Bet with La Diabla = true}, but she’s not done with you yet.

She turns around and looks over her shoulder mischievously. “Come on, John, it’s not gonna kiss itself.”

“I was kinda hoping you’d forget,” you mutter sardonically, walking over to her with small, **** steps.

She giggles. “Not a chance. Get to kissing or I’ll come over there and make you. And trust me, that’ll be a lot less pleasant.”

Taking her at her word, you kneel down so that your face is level with her ample ass. You pause for a second before swallowing every last remaining bit of your pride and pressing your lips up against it.

The crowd goes wild for the spectacle as you begin to debase and humiliate yourself for your opponent’s pleasure.

In the corner of your eye, 01:00 appears on the JumboTron.

You start planting quick, soft kisses on Angelica’s round ass-cheeks, but she shakes her head. “Uh-uh. When I say kiss, I mean kiss. I want you to make out with my booty. Make me believe you love it.”

You’re left with ****, so you make your kisses full and sloppy, totally embracing her superiority. She sighs with utmost satisfaction as you worship her ass.

00:41.

Your cock pulses and throbs with arousal. Though you’re being dominated in spectacular fashion, some forbidden part of you is incredibly turned on by Angelica’s exertion of her power over you.

00:26.

You’re apparently not the only one, because La Diabla has thrust a hand under her bikini and is fingering herself rapidly, getting off on your submission. You keep kissing her butt, closing your eyes to distract yourself from the embarrassment you feel.

00:13.

La Diabla puts one hand on her hip and says, “One last kiss. Ten seconds.”

As the timer ticks down to show ten seconds remaining, the crowd starts counting down with it. You press your lips against her smooth, tanned cheeks one more time, holding them there for the last moments of your humiliation.

00:00.

You yank yourself away from her as though you’ve been burned and stumble back to your feet, face burning bright red. The audience laughs and jeers, and the JumboTron changes to show a picture: you, on your knees, eyes closed, lips parted slightly and sealed tight against the dominating ass of La Diabla Roja. Your cock can clearly be seen straining against your briefs. She looks over her shoulder at the camera with a sultry smile, the hand she’s not using to pleasure herself poised in a self-assured victory pose. Even if the picture is forgotten—which you doubt—it’s an image that will be burned into your mind for a very, very long time. You slink out of the ring in shame and rush back to the dressing rooms, **** to escape the eyes of the crowd{endif}.