Weiss Kampfer vs. Fallon Terrazas

“No,” Fallon would reply quietly, as she would continue to knead Weissâ€s back with the one hand, having finally found her opponentâ€s sweet spot, “fuck you, Weiss Kampfer. Thatâ€s what Iâ€m going to do. Iâ€m going to fuck you. With my hands.”

She had gotten lucky in the same way her opponent did, figuring out the other girlâ€s weakness relatively quickly. Now that she knew it, it was time to turn Weiss into a blubbering pile of pudding. Oh, and strip her naked, too. It was only fair.

Fallon would bring her second hand over onto Weissâ€s back, kneading the girlâ€s shoulder blades through her small top. “Now, you just lay there and moan and get really wet and yell my name while you cum…” Fallon would say, as she would begin giving Weiss quite the vigorous massage, both hands digging into her foeâ€s back to try to release the tension and break down Weissâ€s resistance. “Do you like that?”

Weiss knew that squirming and scrambling wildly for the ropes is futile; she couldn't even get herself out underneath Fallon's perched position. It then struck her mind that it was better to submit right now rather than go through this 'hell' (would've been a nice haven if it wasn't for the person who's doing the massaging). It would save her some energy and it would save her the humiliation. But that massaging hand that continued to knead her back distracted her too much. It made her moan when she didn't want to moan, and it made her face flustered bright red as she looked at where the ropes were.

As she finally tried to raise her right hand so she can tap out on the mat, Weiss would feel a second hand joining in the massage, and the German would let out another loud cry of pleasure, dropping her head flat onto the mat as her arms fell limp. The canvas-muffled moans that are now coming out of her mouth trailed endlessly. She would turn her head on its side so she can look back at Fallon at the corner of her eyes, her eyes almost reminiscent of an obedient puppy's as her breathing became fast-paced, her tongue sticking out inadvertently. She couldn't respond to Fallon's teases at all. She was just in a state of bliss so quickly into the massage, even if the massage was just targeted at her back. If the massage was spread throughout the other untouched areas, it would drive her crazy.

Now it was Weissâ€s turn to experience what Fallon had just experienced. She was going to moan and squeal and cry out in pleasure, even if she didnâ€t want to. Weiss had tortured Fallon with lovely belly rubbing and kissing, had made her cum, and had stripped her naked. It was time for Fallon to take her revenge. And, oh, was that revenge going to be sweet.

The worst thing that could happen would be for Weiss to tap out before Fallon could even get started. The Californian would be forced to let her opponent go without satisfying her desire for revenge. She saw Weissâ€s hand begin to rise, and Fallon almost reached out to grab it and pull it back down. But, in the end, she didnâ€t have to. As her fingers dug into Weissâ€s back, Weiss moaned out in pleasure, her breathing quickening, her tongue hanging out, the look in her eyes telling Fallon that the German could no longer resist.

“Awww! So cute!” Fallon would tease, as she would continue the vigorous massage. Her hands would slowly make their way up to Weissâ€s shoulders, squeezing them, trying to work all of the tension out of them.

Even if she hated Fallon, she had to admit that no matter who did the massaging, it was total bliss for the German. It was so blissful, her eyes started to get teary from all the 'happiness' she is feeling. Drool would form at the corner of her lips, the one closer to the mat having its drool leaking out onto the canvas as her breathing became so hot yet so lethargic and slow-paced. It was deeply humiliating for the self-proclaimed sadist.

As Fallon moved her hands to work on her shoulders, Weiss would let out a lengthy moan from her mouth, her body tensing for a short moment before the muscles that were being worked on started to relax. "Ahh... F-Fal..." She would moan out. "W-Why are you... so perfect?" Of course, this is more of a 'side effect' from being in this state. She's so out of control that even the words she speaks are complimenting her bitter enemy, and she obviously did not want to speak those words. But not only her body, but even her mind became putty at the hands of Fallon's massage.

Fallon was sort of surprised by how similar Weissâ€s reaction to the massage was to her reaction to belly rubs. Not every woman necessarily had a soft spot which, when touched, would just send her spinning into the throes of bliss. This was sort of funny. So thatâ€s what I look like when Iâ€m getting my belly rubbed…do I drool? Fallon would ponder to herself, as she peered down at the immobilized German.

Fallon could not help but laugh when she heard Weiss talking. “Hey, you used my nickname. Usually, only my friends and family call me Fal. Maybe I could let you call me that, too…if you would stop being such a bitch, you know? No offense.” Fallon would laugh and dig her hands into Weissâ€s shoulders a little harder, letting the tips of her fingers rub across Weissâ€s upper chest, as well.

“And Iâ€m perfect because, well, have you seen me? Besides my belly, my boobs here are pretty awesome, and Iâ€ve got a butt that wonâ€t quit! And, I swear, if you put a peanut between my butt cheeks, I could crack it open with a twerk. Thatâ€s how perfect I am.” The Californian would laugh as her hands slid back over to Weissâ€s back, beginning to get a little lower now, rubbing Weissâ€s middle back and her sides.

"Aahhh.... AAAHHHhhhnnnn..." Weiss cried out, mixed in with moans as Fallon massaged her shoulders a bit harder than what was being done to her now, the massage even extending to her upper chest area with those Californian fingers. "R-Really... Can I?... But I can't... stop being a... bitch... I was... was taught that way!..." As she tried to speak normally, but the massaging only made her moan loudly in response, breaking up her sentence with moans in between.

Then, as Fallon started to move her massaging to untouched areas such as her middle back and sides, it made Weiss moan out even louder than before, and drove her mind even more crazy. She softly closed her eyes, taking the moment to gulp whatever excess saliva she had within her mouth. "Uunnn... so you are... M-M-Maybe you should... put up m-my body as a humiliating display... as punishment... for being a bitch... and for being imperfect!... Y-Yes!... L-Let them fully see me like this... M-Ms. Fallon!!" She cried out with a gasp, showing even masochistic tendencies in this state.

Fallon was surprised by what Weiss said next. The Californian had assumed that Weissâ€s query regarding Fallonâ€s obvious perfection was just something induced by her weakened, blissful state, and that it wouldnâ€t come up again. But Weiss seemed to be thinking in relatively complete thoughts, and those thoughts seemed to be traveling along an entirely different track than what Weiss had been saying earlier, before Fallon had found her weak spot.

“Oh, wow,” Fallon would say, as she continued to massage Weiss, her hands going lower, down her opponentâ€s sides and back, slowly approaching the Germanâ€s butt. Fallon had an idea how to finish off this fall, and, in just a little bit, she would implement it.

“Well, you know, that was my plan,” Fallon would say, a little surprised that Weiss was asking to be humiliated. “I didnâ€t think youâ€d be up for it. But if you really want me to…” She would snicker, then move off of her opponent, hoping that the German wouldnâ€t try to escape. One of Fallonâ€s hands would quit its massage, sneaking down between her foeâ€s legs to rub at her crotch! The other hand would continue its massage, digging into Weissâ€s middle back, trying to release all of her tension.

"Aaahhh..." Weiss would trail off in another long-lasting moan as Fallon would move the massage to her lower sides and back, delighting in the work her body was receiving. It made her muscles as well as her mentality more relaxed. Truly she was reduced to a pile of pudding.

But just as Fallon got off of Weiss, her mentality would take a brief moment to return to its 'natural' mindset. "O-Of course not!! I'm gonna kick your ass and send you to he-AAHHHHhhhnnn... Muuuwwwwaaahhhh..." The German would cry out as she is timely interrupted by the Californian's sensual actions, feeling the sensual rubbing against her bikini-clad crotch that made her so hot and made her pant in a rapid rhythm. And as the other hand dug into her middle back to continue the back massage, her head would rear back, letting out a whimpering cry of pleasure where everyone can clearly see her embarrassed face, before it would fall back onto the mat on one of her cheeks.

As quick as she had made her appearance, there went nice Weiss, in a flash. Her submissive, borderline masochistic demeanor was replaced by the mean, defiant, brutish Weiss whom Fallon had come to expect over the course of the first half of their match. The Californian sighed and rolled her eyes. It had been nice while it lasted.

“You know what…I think Iâ€m going to listen to the you from thirty seconds ago, rather than the you right now,” Fallon would say, as she began to vigorously rub one hand across the crotch of her wailing opponent. The military-style bikini did no more to protect Weissâ€s pussy from Fallonâ€s ministrations than had Fallonâ€s tiger-print bikini protected her pussy from Weissâ€s sexual attacks. “Sexed-up you is so much nicer than normal you. Iâ€m going to have to keep her around. Hey, so, like, what is it about massages that makes you so…bbllaaahbluuurgh?” Fallon would stick her tongue out and imitate the sounds that Weiss was making. “Itâ€s much weirder than my belly fetish, you know.”

Her hands kept on working, one rubbing Weissâ€s barely-covered crotch, the other kneading her back.

"Aahh... I'm glad you asked..." Weiss would say in a pouty little voice, mixed with pants and moans. "The feeling of my flexing muscles... being massaged... it's unbearable to deny it; I get turned on the most when that happens!" As of right now, her sex was pretty wet, wet enough that it was soaking the inside front of her bikini bottom. The pleasure makes her arch her back, which is flexing her back muscles. And her lower back is being massaged right now. Weiss couldn't resist if she wanted to, for she was being turned on to one of her highest pleasure points.

"W-Wha... O-Our fetishes... they aren't weird at all!" Weiss admitted as she tried to look back at Fallon. "I mean... if you massage my flexing abs... then maybe I can relate to how you felt back then... R-Right Fal?"