Jenni's Unscheduled Appointment

Macon seemed to recover well from her bite, which was actually a good thing. As the Doc got her in a headlock, Jenni just got more excited. The match would probably be much more fun now that he started to fight back, and she was still confident she could dominate him.

Letting him keep the headlock, she continued playfully "Oh Doc, you're crushing my head against the bed!" while squirming a little in his hold. However, she would still keep her hold on him, while trying to twist all of her limbs around his upper body, giving her the potential to squeeze it again hard.

As Doctor Love continued his headlock hold, he was trying to figure out where he could go from here. Jenni still had a hold on his body, not to mention her playful tone seemed to suggest his hold wasn't doing much to help him.

As Jenni twisted her limbs around Macon and squeezed again hard, he let out a grunt of pain, "Agh.." He couldn't ignore the residual pain from the bites though, even if they only gave him fuel for the fire. Then an idea sparked his mind as he was looking down the army girl's back. He would reach his hand down, grabbing the waist of the red-head's bottoms and yank them up in hopes that a wedgie would turn the tides.

Jenni was squeezing Macon's body like a python. It was such a thrill for her to feel his body surrounded by hers, and the moment was even more enjoyable as she heard his grunts. It wasn't exactly comfortable to be in his headlock hold though, but at the moment it was completely bearable and probably much easier than her hold on him.

But suddenly Jenni felt pain in her crotch, and it took a few seconds for her to realize what was causing it. It was her turn to grunt in pain, as she couldn't really believe the Doc had actually made her a wedgie, and it made her immediately more aggressive. She would release her hold on him and start punching his head hard with her fists, in order to make him release his hold as well thus making her able to stand up away from him. If successful, she would tell him "So you want to fight? Well come hear and fight me!" with a much more serious voice now, being very prepared for his attack.

Macon could not deny that Jenni was successfully squeezing the life out of him, but as he applied the wedgie, making sure it dug in there deep. Despite the pain he was in, the Doctor managed a grin at the grunts of pain let out by the redhead. However, that grin was about to be washed off of his face.

The Doctor took a nice jab to his head before he immediately retreated both of his arms to block the barrage of punches sent by the army girl. His only relief was that the python-grip she had on him was released. As she stood up and readied herself for a brawl, Macon slowly got to a sitting position, rather sore already. The Doc stood, rubbing his head where the redhead landed a punch. "Bring it you crazy sadist!" he said in retaliation, hoping to get a rise out of her. He needed to figure out what made her tick, even if it meant more punishment. He would raise his hands for a tie-up, but had a feeling she wouldn't play that cleanly.

Jenni was getting annoyed by now, and not least by the fact that the Doc didn't even seem to want to fight. Or that's how she interpreted his words right now, wanting her to make the moves. It would've been much more enjoyable for her if he had done all he could, but still she would be dominating him. Now he was seemingly just using dirty moves, and trying to avoid any real grapple altogether.

To solve the problem, Jenni would try to annoy Macon enough to make him attack her. She wasn't excited about any tie-ups anymore, wanting to get beyond that already. She had established already that she was the stronger one, there wasn't any need for that anymore. As Macon raised his hands, she would try to deliver a hard kick on his chest, trying to make him fall backwards on the bed again. But even if she was successful, she would just stay standing up where she was, commenting him "Come on now, don't be such a wussy!", still with an aggressive voice.

Macon's eyes were focused on Jenni as they stood there. It wasn't that he didn't want to fight, but rather that he preferred to see his opponent's attack and act on that. However, that seemed to often land him on his ass more than it did in an advantageous position.

As his hands were raised, the Doctor saw Jenni aiming a kick right for his chest. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep the transfer of momentum from placing him flat on the bed once more, but his hands clamped onto Jenni's leg out of instinct, hoping that his fall backwards would take the redhead off her feet. He was tired of being talked down to and would jump at or on the army girl depending on whether she remained standing or not.

It turned out that Jenni had been a little too confident of her abilities. Or maybe it was more about underestimating Macon, but she hadn't prepared for him to catch hold of her leg. However, as her kick had been strong, it made him falling backwards, and she couldn't pull her leg from his hold anymore. It caused her to get into a very strange position, so that her other foot was against Macon, and the other on the floor, with her crotch stretched against the edge of the bed. It was a very disadvantageous position for her, and as the Doc attacked her, it would be easy for him to pin her on the ground.

Doctor Love, up until this point, was pretty much being controlled and dominated by the redhead, but now the tides had turned. Catching his breath for a second, he would look up to see Jenni was stretched in an awkward position. Quickly pushing Jenni down, Macon would jump on the redhead and pinned her beneath him.

As he straddled the army girl, the Doctor would quickly try to re-cover his member that had been exposed, noticing the bite marks. "How does it feel to be on the bottom?" he asked a little upset still. Reaching back, he would grab for one of Jenni's legs, aiming to bring it up to try and keep the girl subdued beneath him. "Now..why in the world would you bite my dick? What made you so...kinky?" Macon asked with a confused tone.

Jenni had gotten her leg into Macon's hold, and he had been able to pin her easily on the ground. But she decided to play with him again, by completely surrendering to him at this point, not making any effort to get released from his hold.

As the Doc asked her how did it feel to be on the bottom, her face turned into a smile. "Well, quite exciting for a change!" she told him, before he subdued her even more by pinning her leg. She pretended to be a damsel in distress for a moment as he kept her his prisoner, before hearing his question. She couldn't help but smile again in a quite evil way, replying him "Well you know... I'm a kinky bitch indeed..." with her erotic tone, still making no attempt at escape.

Macon seemed a little stunned as he kept the fiery redhead in the hold. Was she crazy or something? He knew that there were those sadists and masochists out there, but for some reason, this girl came off to him as pure-grade nuts-o with that answer.

"Well..umm....good..." he trailed off rather unconvincingly. Doctor Love wasn't really sure where to go from here. It wasn't like they had set some ground rules or anything for what they were doing. What were they doing? "All right now...let's lay some ground rules for whatever this is we're doing here. Firstly, no more biting...well the Love Stick," Macon tried saying a bit more confidently. Love Stick? What was he thinking? "Secondly, do you have a terms for when one of us has sufficiently won this, or are you just going to keep playing crazy until you get whatever it is you want?"