The wrestling ring was alive with energy, the crowd's cheers echoing in my ears as I stared down my opponent, Anya. She was wearing a sexy blue leotard that clung to her curves, while I was dressed in a silver high-cut leotard and black knee pads. I couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing any knee pads, the sight of her bare legs making me smirk.
The bell rang, and I sprang into action, using my strength and skill to take control of the match. I was confident, cocky even, as I put Anya in a headlock and demanded she submit. But she had other plans.
In a surprising move, Anya grabbed my breast, her fingers digging into my flesh. I was shocked, my mind momentarily distracted from the match. Taking advantage of my lapse in focus, Anya scooped one of my thighs and lifted me up, her hand still full of my breast. I expected a backdrop, but she dropped me straight down instead.
The impact was intense, my crotch slamming into her hard bony knee. I let out a guttural gasp of pain, doubling over and clutching my broken crotch. My face planted onto the mat in a humiliating pose, and I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me.
Anya chuckled, her voice filled with amusement. "Groin strikes aren't prohibited in female wrestling, you know. It's just that I found a way to target them in you."
I was in disbelief, my mind racing as I tried to process what had just happened. I was vulnerable, embarrassed, and in pain. Anya handcuffed my wrists behind my back, rolled me over, and forced my legs wide open using her own legs and weight. I grimaced, my bruised crotch exposed and unable to nurse my injury.
As the minutes ticked by, I began to feel a sensation building up in my pussy. I realized that I actually needed to pee, my bladder burning with the need to relieve myself. I tried to hold in my bodily fluids, but it was proving to be very difficult.
Anya noticed my unease and told me I shouldn't have drunk so much water before the fight. I was shocked, pleading with her to give me a real deal. But she was relentless, telling me I could just continue to hold in my piss until I couldn't anymore.
I was left with no hope of escaping, and finally, I relented. Anya reached out and tugged on my leotard until my left breast was out. I was extremely embarrassed, pleading with her to let me go. But she told me to let the crowd get a good look for a minute.
A few minutes later, Anya still had me in the same hold, and my bladder was on the verge of exploding. I begged her to tell me how much longer, but she just laughed and told me to let everyone in the crowd know that Anya had beaten me by breaking my lady balls.
I repeated those words, my bladder burning and my pussy about to explode. I was humiliated, defeated, and in pain. But I knew that I had to keep going, that I couldn't let Anya win. I gritted my teeth and held on, determined to make it through to the end.
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