We slowly swivel as we attack each other and I hear you sniffling, and when I start to scissor your bud, it is almost as if your will to fight starts to shrivel. Instead of doggedly attacking my inflamed clit, your fingers try to seek new holds and angles. Unless you find a special vantage point, you know I will outlast you and triumph. I hardly dare to look at you, but when I see tears running down, and your mouth weeping out a surrender, my bosom swells, my nipples extending with pride.
With a loud stage voice I say “you mean you surrender to me?” and taking my left hand, I hit your right wrist and knock it away from my snatch. The crowd can hardly believe that the fight is ending with a whimper, yours, instead of a bang. IS ANNE REALLY GIVING UP? and I twist my fingers once again, this time without your hand on my pussy. Your pride has vanished, and I joyfully hear you begging me to stop.
“You mean that after you challenged me to fight, with your rules, and at your bar, you want to give up? That you admit I am a better woman, and that your cxnt is inferior?” I tug your clit towards me, as I back up, and I soak up every moment of you having to follow me like a whipped dog. “Hey everyone” I shout “Is this your champion, is this useless dishrag of a pussy your champion?”
Pictures are being snapped, videos taken, as my left hand grabs your hair and yanks you forward, as I finally release your wounded cxnt. You stagger and wobble, as I step to the side and smack your ass, leaving a handprint. “Get down on your hands and knees and show everyone what a loser you are” You look up at me tearfully, but you find not an ounce of mercy in my face. I remember how you violated my pussy and ass, and cheated during the fight. This nasty slut will be made an example of, so any future foe of mine will know their fate.