She moaned in pain as he mauled her breasts- then gasped as he dropped her.  His rising knee met her smartly between the legs with a thud that jarred her to the core.  It lifted her into the air- to fall heavily onto her back.<br/><br/>As she fell he kept a hold on her lycra vest which tore away exposing her black sports-bra.  The crowd hooted to see the design running around the band just beneath her breasts. It read Winner Winner Winner all the way around.<br/><br/>She was in agony, her groin throbbed painfully, her breasts felt as if they'd been torn.  He raised his foot- as if to stamp on her crotch so she threw her hands down to protect it.  With a smile he turned his attention to her breasts.  His foot came down but nowhere near her crotch instead he reached down and grabbed at the neckline of her bra.  A savage yank snapped the garment leaving her writhing on the floor covering her full breasts with her hands.<br/><br/>Tears of rage and frustration flowed down her cheeks and she kicked at him weakly but her feet pattered off his thighs and groin like a light rain.<br/><br/>Slowly she staggered to her feet and letting her breasts go- she raised her fists.  A futile gesture of defiance- but she was still willing to fight even if she wasn't able.<br/>