Dulsa Vs. Bunny Bomber II (for Alexandra) Complete

"Gyaaauuughhh!!!!" Cried out Dulsa as Bunny fell forward to cause a slam onto Dulsa and her throbbing back.

Dulsa lay under Bunny, wrenching in pain as she still felt the effect of the Camel Clutch.

Bunny would then roll off of Dulsa, panting even harder now, lying on her back beside her.

She was spent, she was beat, she had no energy left...but, she had to finish this before Dulsa turned things back around on her.

Slowly, the former model would sit up and grab for Dulsa's hair to pull her up into a sitting position. From there, Bunny would throw an arm around her neck to work her into a sleeper hold, then lean back and try to wrap her long, bare legs tightly around Dulsa's neck for the full rear naked choke hold, hoping Dulsa was spent enough she wouldn't be able to escape.

"N-Nooo!!!" Dulsa cried out as she was locked in the hold and tried her hardest to wiggle free and escape somehow but to no avail. She tossed turned and moaned to get free but couldnt. The chokehold was locked in and it was tight on Dulsa's neck, sapping her of her air by every second.

Bunny was forced to roll back and forth with Dulsa, trying to tighten those legs of her's harder around Dulsa's waist, trying to pull her arm harder around her neck to sap her energy and breath more and more. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to keep this up. She had nothing left in her, and if Dulsa kept wiggling and tossing around she would eventually be forced to break the hold.

She hissed into Dulsa's ear, pulling her even tighter and closer against her body, those large, soft breasts squashing up into Dulsa's back as she tried to hold on to her. "Submit! Just give it the hell up!!"

"N-No....N-Nev-Never..." Whisperd Dulsa as her squirming slowed down slower and slower till she stopped moving and her body went limp.

The hold was too much for her. Bunny had her locked in and squeezed the life outta her with everything she had till Dulsa's body couldnt take anymore,

Dulsa's neck hung down over Bunny's tightly fastened arm that had her clutched as tight as she could go.

Bunny would keep the hold locked in, peering curiously at Dulsa, whispering harshly down at her. "Is that it? Is that all you have left...?"

Dulsa remained limp and unconsious on the canvas of the ring mat, laying still in the grasp of Bunny who had won the fight, even though Dulsa didn't submit.

Bunny would grin, finally letting Dulsa go and roughly shoving her body off of her own. She would go to stand, her face bloody and her body covered in sweat, but the joy of having put Dulsa in her place would give her the energy to move.

She looked down at the girl and just shook her head. "Bitch..." she whispered, before turning to slip from the ring, stumbling towards the locker room to clean herself up, leaving Dulsa all by herself in the ring.