This choice: She is superior to you. She toys with you for the crowds amusement • Go Back...Chapter #8Livia never learned not to play with her food by: Unknown The bell rang. You tried to get an early advantage by rushing Livia. You grab her arm and try to sweep her legs to knock her down. However, you find that your efforts are in vain as not only is she still standing, she is completely unmoved from when the match started.
Now it was her turn to attack. Removing her arm from your grip, she wraps it and it's partner around you, pinning your arms to your sides and squeezing you in a tight bear hug and forcing your face into her breasts. She then starts leaning her body forward, giving you bedroom eyes while she does so. This forces you to lean back in turn. Eventually, your legs give out from the strain and you fall on your back with her landing on top of you, the impact of which knocks the air out of your lings for a second.
With you now on the ground, she releases her grip on you and sits up on your chest. She wraps her legs around your head and puts you in a scissor-lock, forcing your head up against her dripping snatch. Meanwhile, the audience was loving watching their queen turn you into her punching bag slash sex toy. You look into the audience and even see some getting themselves off on this.
Livia decides it's time to end it. She let's go of your head and repositions herself around your left arm. Uh oh. You don't know much a wrestling, but you know what's coming next. She pulls your arm straight, putting you in an armbar. The pain was immense, but judging by the loving look in her eyes you assume that she is holding back to not cause any permanent damage. Meanwhile, she pushes her padded paw in your face. The paws themselves seemed clean based on the smell and the pads were soft, but it was still humiliating to be in this position. Coupled with the pain of the armbar, you decide to tap out with your free arm.
The bell rings and the crowd cheers again. Livia releases your arm and begins to stand up. You start to do the same, but Livia pushes you back down and sits on your chest. All around you you hear the crowd chant. "Submit. Submit. Submit."
"Uh Livia, what's going on here?" You ask to end your confusion.
"You see, when the fight is over, the loser must commit a display of public submission to the winner. Upon completion, we will be officially mates. The act is chosen by the winner every time. For us, I choose..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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