Once again, Andrea's money had spoken. The champion had been offered an extra thousand to carry the girl, punish her as severely as possible before finishing her off.Now Layla did advance, Yuki trying to simply get away, but finding herself cut off into a corner. She tried to cover her face as the champion bore in, all thoughts of offensively hitting back, already gone. When Layla saw the Asian was covering up, she calmly faked a right to the head which brought Yuki's arms up even more for protection, then hit the young girl in the breast with a straight right. There were rules forbidding it, but everyone knew the rules were there to be broken. Yuki cried out in pain, clutching her right breast, forgetting completely her opponent who took the opportunity to hit the girl twice in the face with jabs then follow with a stiff right hand to the jaw. Yuki went down, the girl now crying, while her "trainers" cajoled her to get up.The blow had addled the girl, but the champ had pulled her. Kyla felt Lonji smile at her. "You're already there, Kyla. You resist because you feel like you're supposed to, not because you truly want to. I've seen it before." The energy binding her cuffs suddenly dissapeared and Kyla collapsed to the warm metal floor, her ass still up in the air. She flopped down on her side, slipping a hand between her legs. Her fingers slid over her soaked, slippery flesh, caressing her sensitive folds. It was automatic and Kyla closed her eyes, not paying attention to what her hand was doing. "You just need some time to come to terms with yourself. I'll be back in a little while," Lonji said, slipping out and dissapearing. Kyla curled up on the blanket, continuing to idly finger herself, and said nothing. She cried for a long time, but when the tears finally stopped, Kyla felt strangly at peace. Lonji had been right about her. She wept not for what was happening to her, but because she knew he was right. With that thought, a thrill of heat clawed its way up.
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