My grabbing you by the throat was a last desperate attempt by a beaten up girl to try and put some more pain on you, of course it failed. It is all too easy for you to wrench my hand away from your throat, you may be beat up too but not as much as i am.
Once you have removed any chance of me mounting a comeback you straddle me, pinning my arms to my sides before shuffling up to perch on my tits. You flatten them back against my chest, i didn't think i could suffer much more pain but it seems i'm gonna have to. You look down into my eyes then with a sneer growing ever larger on your face you shuffle further forwards until my face is engulfed by your kitty.
I squirm and wriggle weakly under you, i know what you are at, trying to smother the fight out of me and i have to admit you are doing a pretty fine job of doing that. I hear you mumble something but with your thighs up against my ears i have no idea what it was.
Slowly but surely, with my breath cut off i slump, the fight drains from my body completely. My last thought before darkness overcomes me is..."shit, i lost the bungalow"