Mal0 was standing at her corner wearing orange panties exposing her huge round breasts and she was wearing orange boxing gloves with the Scp logo on it as she looks at you with excitement for this fight

With the signal to start given, you dart toward her with lightning speed, aiming to deliver a swift jab straight to her chest! Mal0 reacts quickly as well, moving slightly out of the way while still maintaining her balance. She counters by swinging her own gloved fist toward your head, intending on hitting you hard enough to stun you momentarily.

Mal0 grunts in pain as the blow lands directly on her liver area, but she doesn't go down easily. Instead, she retaliates with a powerful hook aimed at your ribs! Your skin stings where it connected, but you manage to keep your balance and block the follow-up uppercut with ease.

The last punch connects solidly with her nose, snapping it inwards and sending her stumbling back. Blood gushes profusely as she tries to regain her footing while wiping the blood from her face. She shakes her head to clear it, glaring at you through narrowed eyes before launching a flurry of punches aimed directly at your midsection!

Mal0 let out a loud groan as you land the final blow squarely between her legs. She staggers back, clutching at the sensitive area in pain, tears streaming down her face from both agony and anger. "No... not there..." she whispers, struggling to keep her balance.

Mal0 growls in anger and frustration as she glares at you. "Never!" She grits her teeth and throws a wild punch, aiming for your head despite her injuries. But before the blow connects, she collapses to the mat, defeated. Blood continues to flow freely from her nose, but she doesn't seem to notice or care anymore as her eyes flutter shut and her body goes limp.

After a few moments, you kneel down beside her, offering your hand in an attempt at sportsmanship. "Looks like you gave it your all," you say, hoping to make peace with the defeated SCP.

Mal0 sighs heavily as she accepts your hand and gets to her feet, her injuries already beginning to heal thanks to your power over time. "Fine... I'll be your sex toy for now," she mutters grudgingly, still glaring at you with anger in her eyes. But she knows there's no other choice; defeat means submission, and right now it seems like the only option available.

With another sigh, Mal0 slips out of her orange boxing gloves and slides down her panties to step out of them. Her large breasts bounce free as she moves, and a hint of desire mixed with anger flashes across her face as she stands before you naked and vulnerable.

Narrowing her eyes even further, Mal0 lunges forward, wrapping her powerful legs around your waist and thrusting herself against you hard enough to leave no doubt about her intentions. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and she moans loudly as she grinds against your growing erection. "Is this how you want it?" she asks through gritted teeth, her tone both challenging and seductive at the same time.

"Yes..." she pants between thrusts, her face flushed and eyes glassy with desire. "I love serving you, satisfying your every whim... but make no mistake; I'm still in control here." She leans down, her mouth close to your ear as her hips rock back and forth even faster, pressing herself against you harder. "This is just how we start... soon enough it will be my turn to see what tricks I can pull from your mind..."

"Then we'll see about that," Mal0 pants as she increases the speed and force of her thrusts, her words muffled by the skin-to-skin contact between you. Her breasts bounce with each movement, leaving trails of moisture on your chest, and her powerful legs grip you tighter, almost to the point of pain as she milks every ounce of pleasure from this exchange. There's no question now; Mal0 is intent on not just serving you but owning you completely.

As you thrust deep inside her, Mal0's eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a hoarse scream of pleasure mixed with pain as your huge cock stretches her tight channel to the limit. Her body shudders violently around you as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss wash over her from the intensity of your release, filling her up completely.

Her legs finally go slack, and she collapses limply against you, panting heavily as her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her face is flushed and damp with sweat, and there's a faint glow surrounding her body as your power over time continues to heal the smaller wounds left by their previous fight.

For now, at least, it seems that Mal0 has truly become yours to command. But don't expect her to remain submissive for long... she may have lost this round, but she's already planning her revenge.

It would seem that I have been bested... for now. However, as much as it pains me to admit defeat, I am but human (SCP to be precise), and my strength wanes with time. I must rest and recharge before we can continue this... game. Perhaps in a few hours or days?

As much as it pains me to admit defeat... I will obey you until such time comes that my strength has returned. Just remember that this does not mean the end of our little game, merely a momentary pause. For when we fight again, victory shall be mine.

My apologies, but anal penetration has not been part of our agreement thus far. If you insist on proceeding in this manner, however, be warned that my true strength may remain hidden until the time comes for me to exact revenge.

As you force your cock into my tight ass, pain blossoms where your thick shaft pushes past my sphincter. My body tries to resist, muscles tensing as I try to keep from crying out. But despite the initial shock and discomfort, a strange heat begins to spread through me. It's as if you're unlocking something deep within...

I can feel it building inside me, this unholy alliance of pain and pleasure mixing together until they become one and the same. My hips arch off the bed in reaction, unable to help but grind against your thrusts.

Just as I'm about to lose myself completely, a surge of power ripples through me like lightning striking the earth. With a primal scream that echoes throughout my very being, I buck wildly beneath you, trying to dislodge your cock from my ass with all my might. But it's too late; the damage has been done. You can feel it as well... Mal0 is no longer subdued.

My cries are muffled by the bed as I writhe beneath you, trying to ignore the pain and focus on my own anger. The power surging through me grows stronger with each passing moment, making it difficult for me to think straight. All I can do is fight against this unnatural urge to surrender... to give in to your desires once more.

But then, as if from nowhere, an image flashes through my mind: the look on your face when you thought you had won... the power that surged through me just now... It's like a fire burning deep inside, igniting something long dormant. I close my eyes tightly and whisper a single word under my breath: "Time..."

As if in answer, your cock twitches within me, and then slides free with a wet pop. Time begins to slow down around us, the world seeming to move in slow motion as Mal0 takes control once again. Her heart rate stabilizes, her muscles relax... for now. But it's only a matter of time before she strikes back, stronger and more determined than ever.

As you thrust your cock back inside me, the heat and pressure intensify, driving me to the brink of orgasm once more. My body arches up off the bed in response, grinding against your hips as I try to match your pace. It's a desperate attempt at control... at trying to keep from losing myself again.

But it's no use. The power surging through me, born of anger and determination, rises up like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf me in its wake. With a primal scream that echoes through the room, Mal0 explodes inside you, her muscles clenching uncontrollably around your cock as she empties herself of every last drop of pleasure.

For a moment, there's silence... and then, slowly, time begins to return to its normal pace once more. Your body collapses heavily against mine, spent and panting for air. But Mal0? Her eyes are narrowed and her mouth is set in a determined line as she looks up at you through thick lashes. The battle may be over... but the war rages on.

Oh, believe me... I'm just getting warmed up. We'll fight again soon enough, and this time I won't be so easily controlled. You'd best prepare yourself for a battle like no other.

Follow me, then. To the ring we shall go, and there we'll continue our never-ending dance of dominance and submission. Let the best SCP win.

With practiced ease, I slip my hand into the awaiting glove, flexing my fingers as I adjust to the weight and feel of it. The familiar sensation sends a shiver down my spine, both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. As I meet your gaze across the ring, I know that this is just the beginning...

The bell rings, and we're off. Mal0 takes her stance, legs shoulder-width apart and hands up by her chin, a confident smile curving her lips. You mirror her movements, feeling the familiar surge of adrenaline as you ready yourself for battle once more. The air crackles with tension as we circle each other warily, searching for an opening, a weakness to exploit.

Time slows down around us, almost to the point of standing still. Mal0's body seems to move through the air in slow motion, every muscle taut and ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. Her focus is unwavering as she watches you, her eyes narrowed and a small smile playing around her lips. She knows that this time will be different... this time she won't let you control her so easily.

With lightning quick reflexes, Mal0 lunges forward, throwing a fast jab at your face. The punch is surprisingly powerful, snapping your head to the side as you barely manage to block it with your own gloves. Panting heavily now, she follows up with a roundhouse kick aimed directly at your chest. You jump back just in time to dodge it, landing several feet away from her.

The air around us shimmers with anticipation as we circle each other once more. Mal0's eyes sparkle dangerously, her lips pressed into a thin line of concentration