King vs Anarchy rd 2- Handcuff Match

The pain from her collision with the turnbuckle was still fresh and stinging sharply in her back as the beast lifted her up once again. It was only when he took a hold of her head that she realized just what it was that he was trying to do to her, but by then it was too late. She released the hold with her legs just in time for her head to come crashing into the mat with a thunderous boom leaving her laid out half senseless in the middle of the ring.

Having taken a hard landing on her head the rocker lay splayed out, legs open and skirt crumpled up around her waist leaving her shaved pussy clearly visible to the delight of the audience. With half opened eyes she stared up at the stadium lights as the world spun around her. In a normal match the ref-girl may have begun a ten count here, but now there was nothing to be heard but the low, weak groan that emanated from her lips.

King was lucky enough to pull off that deadly move to slam the panties-less Anne down slamming her head pretty hard right onto the mat that would instantly letting go of his arm and laying her out. The beast getting to his feet wrenching his arm to loosen it up while looking down at her, seeing shes barely awake after that slam, its understandable but not really, he doesnt care he likes what he sees.

"You almost had me Anne.... and want your panties back?" King would toss the panties away near the edge of the ring apron. Kneeling down where he would get his hands on her body to scoop her up and placing her back over his knee, his one hand between her breasts as the other over her bare sex, pushing both down to stretches her body out backward, though the hand on her sex slowly rubbing his fingers over it, pleasure and painfully hurting Anne. "Mmmmmmm"

The world still spun around Anne as she was lifted up once again, this time laid belly up over the beast's knee. Slowly her limbs returned to life and she began to stir, but it was too little too late. One massive hand pressed down between her perky breasts, stretching the tight cotton further still and causing the bottom of her shirt to ride up over her belly as she was bowed backwards. As her hips were pressed down at the same time in a painful submission maneuver she came fully awake with a scream she couldn't suppress.

She kicked her booted feet in a flailing attempt to free herself from the hold, but as those fingers began to move her efforts turned more towards trying to push them away with her thighs. "Waaah! Hey! Uuhhn! Cut that out!" In spite of her protests they could both feel her pussy beginning to grow increasingly wet under his touch.

King putting the rocker punk schoolgirl Anne on his knee and began stretching her out with his massive paws on her body, mostly feeling her perky breasts and her bare sex just being rubbing down as she screaming out in protest but he can feel something warm and wet down there, she is liking it regardless her expressions and reactions. "Mmmm you like it Anne, that is way you want to face me again!"

The beast finished with his massage on her body and scooping her up, taking her to the nearest turnbuckle where he tries to drape her upside down putting her legs hooking over the top ropes before having her hanging, thats when King attempt to give her belly some hard kicks. "Hurrgh hurrgh!"

Shutting her eyes tightly Anne tried her best to suffer in quiet dignity, which amounted to slightly softer whimpers, and rhythmic, rasping gasps. Stabbing pains shot up her spine, still badly bruised from its close encounter with the turnbuckle earlier. And the death valley driver before that. And the power slam before that. Her back was in some pretty sorry shape by this point and she was ready for this to come to its logical conclusion. Unfortunately, King liked to watch her suffer.

Released from her torment Anne was hefted up like a ragdoll and carried towards the corner of the ring and her old friend the turnbuckle. She tried to set her feet against the ropes, to push off into a spear or some other desperate gambit, but her strength had left her and her boots clumsily slipped past the ropes. Hung up in the Tree-of-Woe position she stared upside down at her opponent, finding only more pain as spasms shot up her back as she was dangled by her knees. Twitching in the corner, suspended by her legs, and with her skirt falling away to again expose her wet pussy between parted thighs; she folded her arms protectively over her face and waited for what was to come. Her whole body rocked and bounced against the turnbuckle springs with each boot to her abdomen. Without the strength to stop herself now she let out a hollow choking sound as air was repeatedly forced from her lungs.

Between kicks she would writhe in place, trying to extricate her legs from their suspension. Eventually her twisting and squirming would produce results, aided by the bounce of the pads against her sore back, allowing her to fall into an undignified heap at the beast's feet. She let out a low, weary groan; her false bravado now well beaten out of her.

The beast is in control of the match, like he usually do, setting the girl up in the turnbuckle and hanging her like a ragdoll before kicking the shit out of her stomach to dusting her off those stamina and bringing in the pain, kick after kick she would cough and sputtered knocking the wind out of her. While he was kicking her he looked at her body mostly noticing her skirt coming down to show her bare sex, made him happy to see such bold display by her, yet she doesnt think on what to do to get out of this, clearly she wants to get her ass handed and then some, only time will tell if she wants some more of the monster aggressive actions.

King would finish beating her stomach and reaching down for her head, pulling it to force the girl to sit on the turnbuckle but pulling her head to get her to change position of her sitting to face inside the ring. "Come on, turn around you."

Once he could do that, King pulls her body so that she could drape herself on his left shoulder and moving to hold her thighs up, lifting her off the corner and moving out backward between the center and the turnbuckle until when its time, he attempt to pull her legs down and aiming to slam her right on his knee between the legs, slam right up to her bare sex into his Reverse Atomic Drop from bit of a height.

Believe it or not Anne really was trying to resist this pure and utter annihilation, but what strength she had been swiftly depleted. Coughing and moaning like a calf on its way to slaughter the petite rocker was sat up on the post, facing out at the crowd before being turned towards her tormentor. Anne's shoulders slumped and her arms hung heavily at her sides. When he pulled her forward she fell nearly limp over his shoulder. Sniffling, and with mascara running from watery eyes, the girl pushed impotently at King's back, trying to take some control of her situation but found no purchase.

She was expecting to be swung back down any moment now, for her back to collide with the mat once again and send her off into that good night. Much to Anne's chagrin this was not what happened. Rather than being swung out like a human club she was dragged straight down, her legs split over the beast's knee as it collided hard with her bare pussy. Half lidded eyes snapped open wide as they drop connected; lips parted with a stunned cry that trailed off into a pitiful whimpering sound. Tears welled up in her ice blue eyes from the stinging pain that engulfed her sex and ran up through her battered spine.

Falling backwards off of King's knee she would hit the mat and curl up into the fetal position, her hands clutching at her sex out of protective instinct. Writhing pitifully at his feet she applied all of her focus to simply keep herself from openly sobbing. Pain had torn down her brave facade, and now the indignation of being so completely thrashed had broken any illusion she claimed of dignity. If allowed a moment of respite she would begin dragging herself on shaking limbs, then crawling on hands and knees towards the ropes.

King love using his deadly attacks that strikes on any parts of the human body, especially on the ladies like the punk schoolgirl with bare sex exposing to the world which she isnt ashamed to show off at all, or so he thought but do wonder how much he could make her show her sex in front of everyone, how much he would do to humiliate in front of live audience, King will have to try it out on her and see for themselves.

King vicious dropped Anne right onto his knee from high height and slamming her down, crushing her sex on his knee before she drops down holding onto her self and putting herself in a fetal position that the beast still kneeling down in front of her, seeing her suffered as she crawls toward to the ropes which there isnt anything she can really do, beside, anything he can do can do to her.

"Mmmmm I love how you crawl jobber!" King slowly getting up to his feet and following her from behind shaking that ass in front of him until she could reach for the ropes, just stalking his prey. Once she reach for the ropes, he would reach down for her hair and using it to pull her up and slipping her between the middle and top ropes, pulling her head and back over the top rope while pressing his bulge hot crotch against her fine ass, grinding against her.

"Tell me you like this...." Taunting her, knowing that he could only win by handcuffing her and figures she would never do that to him. Hoping to locking her up by the ropes so that his hand would pulling onto her hair to lean her back over the ropes, roughly grind his hard crotch against her ass while his free hand, would slip between the ropes and getting it under her shirt to get a hand over one of her lovely breasts.

Anne's blue eyes were fixed on her only hope: the table of handcuffs that lay just beyond the ropes. She had nearly obtained the ropes when one of those now familiar and terrible mitts came down to grasp her by the hair once more. Desperately she stretched an arm out, but was still meters away from salvation. Inwardly she cursed, but outwardly only gave a soft and pitiful cry as she was manhandled.

Back on her feet she was thrust through the ropes, her body being bowed back for the crowd's delight. Perky breasts were forced forward while her head was dragged back to make eye contact with her tormentor. Twisting her arms in the ropes to bind them without the use of cuffs the fiend set about simply violating his victim. Anne stared up at King with an obstinate sneer, but to his surprise her tight ass would rub back against him and an involuntary moan would drift up from her throat. "Never..." Beneath the black cotton of Anne's shirt King's hand would find the thin material of a string bikini top that just barely restrained Anne's supple breasts and stiff nipples; clearly she did like this.

King having his fun with Anne against the ropes with her trapping there while pulling onto her hair to see her expression which shows shes in pain, but something else is showing beside that, maybe when he grinding his bulge hot crotch against her fine bare ass covered by her skirt, thrusting and pushing against her but felt she also rubbing up against him, was he dreaming or an illusion? Doesnt matter, he knows the truth is that hes dominating her.

"Never? Never say never" King teasing her, decided to pull her out and away from the ropes to drag her to the center of the ring where he would scoop her up between that shapely legs and flipping her upside down in front of him, arms around her waist and looking down between the legs to see that bare sex of hers, waiting for the blonde to wrap her arms around his waist cause by the way shes position in. Once she does that, he could slowly outstretch his arms out so she can hang on him, giving her bare ass a slap each of her cheeks before dropping down on his knees for the cocky Tombstone. "BOOM!"