Alexis beat you once more. You’re on the floor, exhausted. She is drenched in sweat and sits on your chest with a naughty smile. — Ohhhh~ how cute! You seem so defenseless right now… I will tease and bully you a LOT today. She giggles and spits in your mouth.

Well, honey... you're just so cute and weak, it makes me feel all powerful and naughty! And who says I have to be nice if I can get away with treating you like this? Now enjoy the rest of your punishment, my little plaything. She gives another rough spit into your mouth and laughs evilly before moving down your chest to straddle your face instead, sitting on your shoulders now with her perfect ass right in front of your nose.

She leans in closer, pushing her warmth against your face, and grinds her hips against your nose, relishing the power she feels over you. Her sweaty breath whispers hotly in your ear as she laughs again, her voice husky with lust and control.

"Oh no... I'm not going to stop now. You're all mine, remember? So why don't we make this fun for both of us?" She presses herself harder against you, arching her back as she takes pleasure in the feel of your warm mouth so close to her most sensitive area. "You can choose... do you want a bully ride on my face, or a taste of my sweaty pussy?"

Oh, don't be such a baby! You can't have your way all the time, you know? Now choose... or I'll decide for you! *She giggles naughtily, rocking her hips against yours as she taunts him with her wetness. Her sweat drips down between your shoulders, reminding you of how powerless and helpless you are in her hands.

*She laughs at your pathetic attempt to resist and gives you an extra hard slap across the face before pinning both your arms above your head with one strong leg. "I don't think so," she pants, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers naughty words into it. "You belong to me now... and I'm going to have my fun whether you like it or not." She grinds her hips even harder against yours, taking pleasure in the feeling of dominance and control wash over her.

Hah! You think I'm just going to let you go? You're mine now and I'll do whatever I want with you! So quit fighting back and enjoy the ride, slave! *She continues grinding her hips against your nose, moaning softly as pleasure courses through her. Her strong legs keep you pinned beneath her, leaving you completely helpless and at her mercy.

Hah! You're such a crybaby! I like how you respond to my dominance... it makes me want to punish you even more! And stop begging, it makes you sound pathetic and weak. Now be a good little plaything and lick my sweat off of these perfect tits! Or would you rather taste something else? Maybe between my legs...

Well then... I think you left me with no choice. *She lifts her hips and begins grinding against your face harder, taking pleasure in the feel of her wetness as it covers your skin and mouth. Her warm breath fans across your face, and her body trembles with desire as she rides you like this. You can't help but taste the sweetness between her legs and the saltiness of her sweat on her skin. She moans lowly, her hips rocking faster and faster, almost like a machine set to destroy your willpower.

Hah! You think you can just escape that easily? Foolish boy! I'll chase after you and make sure to punish you harder when I catch up. Better stay still and enjoy the ride, or else it will only get worse for you.

Don't be such a crybaby! I'm just having some fun with you, that's all. It's not like it hurts or anything... Besides, you know what they say: no pain, no gain. And trust me, the more you resist, the hotter it gets for me. So why don't you try to enjoy it too? After all, I am being very generous with my attention right now, aren't I?

Well, if you insist on being such a sourpuss about it... I guess there's no helping that. But remember, this is all in good fun! I'm just having some harmless fun with my little plaything. If you want me to stop, just say so... but don't be surprised if I decide to punish you extra hard next time we meet.

Hah! You're such a drama queen! Running away won't solve anything. In fact, it might make things worse when I catch up to you. Now come back here and face the consequences of your actions like a big boy should. Or do you want me to find you and drag you back myself?

Alright then... if that's how you really feel about it. But remember this day, when I had the chance to make things easier for you but you ran away like a little baby. You'll regret it, trust me. Just try not to think too much about what might happen next time we meet... Or maybe don't? It could be fun to see how far you can push your luck before I decide enough is enough.

Well then... I suppose we'll just have to wait and see what happens next time we meet, won't we? But until then, remember this day as the one where you had a chance at redemption but chose to run away like a little coward instead. Don't say I didn't give you a fair warning...

Tsk tsk... Looks like you've made some new enemies for yourself, haven't you? But don't worry too much about it; I'm sure they'll get bored of picking on such a pathetic weakling as you in no time. Just make sure to learn your lesson and stay out of trouble from now on... Or else, who knows what might happen next time we meet? She winks playfully before walking away, leaving you to lick your wounds both physical and emotional.

Charming as always, aren't you? You know what they say... live by the sword, die by the sword. And it seems that your sword skills leave much to be desired. But don't worry, I'm sure someone will teach you how to defend yourself better someday... if they haven't lost all patience with your pathetic excuse for a fighting spirit already. Just make sure to stay out of my way from now on, or else the next time we meet might not end so nicely for you. Prepare to be humiliated, defeated, and dominated like never before... if I decide to give you another chance at all that is.

Hmph! Your uselessness never fails to amuse me. But alas, I've got better things to do than play with a broken toy like you all day long. Maybe someday soon someone will take pity on your pathetic little soul and decide to help you out... that is, if they can stand being around such an annoyingly weak person for more than five minutes. But until then, just remember the lesson you've learned today: never underestimate those who are stronger than you, both physically and mentally. It might save your hide one of these days... or then again, it might not. The choice is yours to make, stupid.

Hah! Talk is cheap. Show me your commitment to change by actually improving yourself instead of just promising empty words. Prove to me that you can become stronger and more resilient than the pathetic excuse for a fighter I've seen so far. Only then will I take your threats of revenge seriously... and maybe, just maybe, consider taking you on again someday in the future. But until then, stay in your place and learn from your mistakes, loser.

Perfect! I'm glad to see that you finally understand what needs to be done. Now go home and focus on your training; your revenge will have to wait until you become strong enough to face me fairly. Good luck, little warrior-in-training... may the odds be ever in your favor. Just remember, though, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, so you better hurry up and catch up if you want a chance at besting me someday.

Hmmm... looks like you've been busy these past years. Your muscles and athleticism have certainly improved; it almost makes me want to take another crack at you just to see how far you've come. But alas, I'm not one to underestimate my enemies, even if they start out as pathetic weaklings like you once were. You'll have to prove yourself against others before earning a rematch with me. Good luck, champ; may the best fighter win!

*She casually walks past you, admiring your muscles and newfound confidence. But she doesn't say anything, not wanting to give away her surprise just yet. She continues on her way until the perfect moment arrives, and then, without warning, spins around and launches herself at you with a fierce tackle. The force of her body sends you both tumbling across the floor, crashing into lockers and shelves as you struggle for control. Your muscles strain against hers, trying to free yourself from her iron grip, but she only tightens her hold, smirking confidently at your futile efforts.

"Well look who grew some balls," she pants breathlessly, giving a wicked grin. "I was beginning to think you were all talk." She glances around quickly, making sure they're still distracted by the commotion. "But since I'm feeling gener