The world got dark around you, as Kallen's hold completely denied your oxygen supply. You struggled, kicking wildly with your last strength, doing everything you could not to lose this fight in a humiliating situation like that. And somehow you manged to generate lift with your legs, pressing them hard to the ground you rolled over on your side below the light-weighted girl. One of your arms got freed from her hold, and by punching wildly in her direction you drove Kallen off.
Taking deep breaths you tried to get into fighting shape again, warding Kallen off with unplaced jabs and circling the room, trying not to get caught in a corner. Kallen on the other hand didn't really try to get to you again. She just played your game, grinning with a smile of victory.
You stopped circling and looked for an opening in her stance, and as she slightly shifted her position you used that as timing for a straight punch aimed at her face.
And fell right in Kallen's trap!
With just a little step she evaded your punch and the force of your attack send you tumbling forwards as you hit the air. She grabbed your outstretched right arm and kicked you right in the face with her socked foot. The force of the impact send you staggering, falling on your knees. Slowly, Kallen put one of her long, slender legs over your arm, covering your face and let herself fall to the ground, dragging you with her, now locked tightly in a painful armbar.
„Aaarrrgh!“, you screamed in agony, as you noticed that your arm could not withstand her submission hold for a long time.
„Do you give?“, she asked with a smile.
And you didn't see another option. Letting your pride sink to a life-low and slapping the ground three times with your unoccupied left hand, you surrendered to Kallen. But she didn't let up, instead increased the pressure of her hold even more, until a loud noise erupted from your shoulder, as she finally dislocated it.
„Ahh, the sound of pain. I love it.“ You cried for pain, tears running down your face as she let your arm go. Then Kallen stood over you, triumphantly looking down and the wincing and defeated you.
„I hereby declare my dominance over you“, she exclaimed, and put her right foot on your face, grinding it a few times to imprint it into your pain-filled brain.
After a couple of minutes, in which your screams of agony were muffled by her foot, she lifted it off your face, rolling you around with a kick. Even stronger waves of pain emitted from your shoulder, but were suddenly increased thousandfold as she put it back in its socket.
„Be grateful, loser“, Kallen said to you, „and kiss my ass as thanks, signaling your defeat to the Warden.“
You decided to follow suit with her demand and got up un your knees, your face still tear-swollen and smelling slightly off Kallen's foot.
Her skirt lifted up, the firm cheeks of Kallen's ass were in front of you, reminding you of peaches. Except for the fact that they didn't smell anything like that. You reached forward with your head and planted a small peck on both of her ass cheeks, signaling your loss.
„Very good“, she said, „but now I want you to...“
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