VICTORY!! Thanks for all the support, guys and gals! I've been dreaming of this moment for quite a while. And without further ado, I give you the end of the match, and possibly, Vanessa.
I flip the bitch onto her face, and resume my wedgie assault. Really baring down now, her anguished cries music to my ears. "I'll ruin you, you filthy cxnt!" I snarl, but despite the tears in her eyes, she still won't submit. "Stubborn, aren't ya? Maybe THIS will convince you that you are beaten!" Hauling her trembling body up roughly, I expertly apply a back breaker, pushing down hard on both ends. Wondering how much longer she can hold out.
Happily, (for me anyway) I don't have to wonder long. It only takes a few moments for my hold to drain the last bit of fight out of my victim, and my face lights up as I hear Vanessa's pitiful sobs of, "Submit!! I submit!! Please stop!!" Grinning ear to ear, I hold her in place a few more seconds, before rolling her off my knee and onto the mat, face down. Planting a foot on her ass, posing a little. "I TOLD you I would ruin you, bitch! Now, it's time for you to find out what that means!" Quickly stripping my prize of the remnants of her outfit. She offers no resistance, only broken, quiet sobs. Dragging her battered body behind me now, I exit the fighting arena, and haul her outside. "Time to find a place to keep my trophy safe, until the BIG surprise!" I purr, securing her tightly, enjoying the look on her face as I walk back in to place a call to a friend.
After what I'm sure seemed like an eternity, I reappear, taking a few minutes to toy with my captive. Slapping her face, abusing her breasts and crotch. Seeing how loud I can make her scream, and how often she begs for mercy. However, when a large black van pulls slowly into the otherwise abandoned lot, I stop my torture, and begin to giggle. "Oh, I can't help it! It was supposed to be a surprise, but I can't wait!" Grinning evilly as I inform my sobbing opponent that the van belongs to a friend of mine. A friend who is often in the market for new, "toys?" Shall we say? When he heard about my rematch with Vanessa, he suggested an arrangement that would be mutually beneficial, and I, of course, loved the idea. Brief pleasantries were exchanged, along with a good deal of cash, and I waved goodbye to my old enemy, as she was carried off to the van, and out of my life forever. Walking to my car, I reflected on a wonderful day. I'm happy, my friend is happy. And as for Vanessa? Well, EVERYBODY can't be happy!
