Miss Spencer vs. Mistress Isabelle ~Submission Maneuvers~

Spencer's eyelids began to droop, as her hands fell from Isabelle's legs. She couldn't lose now, not after her big speech and her actions before the match. If she lost now, lost to Isabelle here, everything would be meaningless. No one would take her seriously ever again.

But, even so, the teacher had no energy, no strength left in her. Her neck felt like it was trapped in a vise, and her legs and back were being stretched to their limit. Not only that, but she seriously believed that Isabelle wasn't joking when she said she would break her.

Her eyes closed fully, and Spencer's face turned a deep red, flushed with embarassment, as she opened her lips to speak again, trying to find the energy to admit her defeat.

"Ahh..I...I s...aah...."

Isabelle maintained the lethal leglock around her head and squeezed as hard as she could. She wanted to hear her opponent utter two simple words: I submit.

"Come on...You're almost free. I am your salvation through submission."

Isabelle's desire to hear those words was soon fulfilled, Spencer finally uttering them weakly, completely broken by the mistress at this point. Her body was in severe pain, aching and straining to it's limit, and she had little energy left to even say them.

"I...aa...s-submit..."

And with that declaration of Isabelle's victory, Miss Spencer would finally pass out in her grasp, completely drained and knocked out by the brutal, deadly finishing hold.

She let go of Spencer's legs and scooted back, pulling Spencer onto her back. She kept the figure 4 headlock on, and continued to poor on the squeeze.

"I'm going to make you pay. Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow. But you will pay for your disrespect and blatant insolence."

With one final squeeze, she unwrapped Spencer's head and rose to her feet. Placing her foot upon her opponent's chest, she claimed victory."

"My dominance here today is a sign of things to come."

Spencer just lied there, weak, agonized moans of pain coming from her as she was turned onto her back. She was completely out of it, completely passed out. Isabelle's words were falling on deaf ears, and even if Spencer could here her, it was unlikely she had any energy to respond.