"Nnhh.. wha..what's going.. h-hey!"
That haze that fogs my mind finally clears, but just as I get my senses back I realize the perilous position I'm trapped in. My attacker has crawled over my back and settled down on my lower back. Their grip on my hair tightens, causing my body to bend at an unnatural angle. I groan as I recognize the hold my assailant is wrenching me into, and I'm too weary to resist as they drag both my arms back to drape over their thighs. I'm locked into place, my lower back beginning to scream in white hot pain as I feel fingers wrapping around my chin, interlocking tightly to pull my head back even further! I grit my teeth and shut my eyes as I'm now fully locked up in a Camel Clutch! In addition to the pain that's surging in my lower back and neck, my poor leopard print mini tube dress is working double-time to contain my large 38Ds! Due to the angle I'm being twisted into, my lush gals are now thrusting out and forward, straining mightily to explode outta my dress! I let out a moan as my attacker cranks the hold on me and shouts out gleefully to the others, announcing that he's got me, that he's finally captured the big blonde busty bitch. I recognize that voice - my attacker is Pinya! Damn it, I thought I knocked his ass out.. I fume in his clutches as he continues wrenching the hold as harshly as he can, but thankfully years of Yoga classes have given my buxom body quite a bit of flexibility. Because of that, I can endure being stretched and wrapped up in numerous painful, agonizing holds and a Camel Clutch isn't the worst thing I've been wrapped up into. However, I'm still pretty outta it, having spent the past half-hour or so being slammed repeatedly into the canvas, knocked around, thrown about, speared, tackled, and just very recently struck with a steel chair. So while I can absorb the pain of being stretched at an awkward, unnatural angle, I'm certainly not in any kind of shape to try and start escaping or reversing this menacing hold. So for the moment, I'm stuck. I simply lay beneath him, stretched, unable to move and utterly helpless. What burns through me more so than the pain is the humiliation of being caught in this hold - I'm more so put on display for everyone, and it doesn't look like I'll be going anywhere anytime soon...