Chapter 2: Building Tension
Wonder Woman is excited to finally get her hands on her tiny tormentor. At the bell ww rushes out but tt dodges her clumsy swings. TT leads ww on a merry chase, at one point she runs between ww legs, ww bends over to see where she went, tt bops ww on the nose. as ww stands up tt pulls ww shorts down below her knees. ww tries to catch tt and trips over her shorts. as she gets to her knees tt meets her eye to eye and pummles ww with a flurry of blows. ww is too stunned to defend herself. just as ww is about to go down, she reaches up and grabs the ropes, pulling herself up. tt dances around her, but ww's eyes are filled with determination. ww is not going to let this little terror get the better of her.
The crowd is on the edge of their seats, the tension in the air palpable. the gym is a sea of red, blue and gold, as ww's amazonian fans cheer her on.
"Come on, Diana!" they shout, but even their voices can't drown out the jeers from tt's supporters. "Tiny Terror's gonna knock her out!" "Take that, you big Amazon bitch!" tt grins wickedly, enjoying the attention. She dances around ww, throwing jabs that connect with ww's face, making her head snap back. ww stumbles, trying to regain her footing, but tt is relentless. She ducks under ww's wild swings, and lands a solid punch to ww's stomach, making her double over. tt takes advantage of ww's momentary weakness, and grabs the waistband of ww's shorts, pulling them down further, exposing ww's ass to the crowd. ww yells in outrage, trying to cover herself, but tt is already out of reach, laughing like a madwoman.
"Look at that big, juicy ass!" she taunts, circling ww like a shark. "I bet it's never been fucked before, has it? Poor little princess, never had a real man between her thighs." The crowd roars with laughter, and ww feels her cheeks burn with humiliation. She lunges at tt, but the tiny boxer easily sidesteps her, making ww sprawl on the canvas again. tt straddles ww's back, pinning her arms behind her, and leans down to whisper in her ear. "You're mine now, big girl. I'm gonna make you my personal fuck toy." ww struggles, but tt's grip is like iron. She grinds her hips against ww's ass, making ww gasp in shock and disgust. "Feel that, princess? That's what you do to me.
Now, let's see how you like this." TT rubs her boxing glove between WW's thighs, leaving her even weaker as the bell ends the round. WW lets out a moan, her body betraying her, responding to the unexpected touch. TT hops off her back, leaving WW panting and humiliated on the canvas. The crowd roars, thinking it's all part of the show, but WW can't ignore the heat pooling between her legs. She struggles to her feet as the referee calls for a break, her mind racing. How could she let this tiny terror get to her like this? She's Wonder Woman, for crying out loud. But her body has a mind of its own, and it's screaming for more of TT's touch. She takes a seat on the stool in her corner, trying to compose herself, but her heart is pounding, and her breath is ragged.