King vs Anarchy rd 2- Handcuff Match

Anne was utterly shameless and as such had little control over her own wanton flesh. Perhaps even her body was ready, separate from her mind, to cave in to his animal desires. As she was dragged away from the ropes, and the distant salvation of the manacles, the arena lights seemed to leave trails in her weary eyes. She was hardly even putting up token resistance now, though some semblance of pride kept her from begging for an end.

Stumbling to the center of the ring she found herself once again flipped upside down, and once more the blood rushed to her head. Numbly her hands clutched the back of the beast's thighs. Her legs splayed wide open as she hadn't the strength to hold them closed any longer, even had she cared to. The hands impacting her pert, bare ass would draw only a cute little squeak from the girl as the sensation was dulled by her fatigue from this savage beating. Normally she would have made more of a spectacle on being spanked, but she just hadn't the strength left.

BOOM! Her head impacted the mat alongside his knees and took a lion's share of the blow as her face was pressed into his crotch. Stars whirled before her eyes in brilliant colors and patterns. Darkness slowly began to shrink in from the edges of her vision. She struggled against this sinking feeling, but it was to no avail. When King released her she would fall limply to the mat like a broken marionette.

King wanted to display her lovely bare ass in front of everyone and keeping her sex covered by his beast face while shes upside down in his hold just having some fun with her lovely body, and spanking that ass but not much coming out of her mouth as the punk schoolgirl is completely weaken and beaten by the monster himself, completely dominating her throughout the whole match as she couldnt do a thing to him, except that near armbar headscissor combo.

King forgives her, he forgive her by dropping her head right onto the mat with the Tombstone that causes her body to bounces, rubbing her sex against the snout of his mask before she goes down flat on that mat, laying that utterly like defeated.

Looking down at her and smirking under his mask, thinking she had enough and looks really ripe for the pinking. Slowly the big man moving himself out of the ring to slip over the ring apron edge and down on the floor, going for one of the tables with a pair of handcuff waiting for him to use, taking it and goes back in the ring to see if shes still down, if so he could get down beside her and turning the girl over, pulling the arms behind and going to try apply the handcuffs on her wrists. 

"Game over Anne"

There was a solid mixture of cheers and booing from the audience as Anne lay near lifeless upon the mat. Many thrived on the unadulterated brutality of the girl's domination at the beast's hands, while others found King's behavior villainous and this exhibition a complete mismatch. Just the same countless flashbulbs captured the moment, not to mention the defeated girl's pale skin left bared for the appreciated.

For Anne's part she dreamed, but briefly. As she lay unconscious in the center of the ring the most terrible and sordid visions danced across her mind: visions of shackles and chains, of dog collars and leather, of the ring... and the ravenous crowd. It was only when she was rolled onto her stomach that Anne would rouse with a bleary moan. Her head was spinning and every inch of her body was sore, but especially her head. The familiar sound of ratcheting handcuffs called her back to the event, but rather than being crushed by the realization of her defeat she actually... sighed with relief. She wasn't out of the woods yet, but at least she could stop making a fool of herself.

Like a bad dream that just wouldn't go away Anne's situational awareness returned by degrees. A meek little grunt escaped her lips as she was rolled over onto her back to stare up at the arena lights and her conqueror standing beneath them. Her bleach blonde locks spread across the mat as she let her head fall back in resignation. Blue eyes closed with a momentary serenity as she tried to summon up her last reserves of strength to at least make a good show of her punishment.

Once more she was lifted by the legs to dangle upside down, but instead of being bounced off of the floor again she found her legs wrapped about the beast so that his swelling bulge could press up against her bare sex. Twisted creature that she was, a smirk actually curled the corners of Anne's lips as she hooked her heels around King's waist. Despite her pounding headache the girl gasped with anticipation as she was lifted by the shackled wrists. Bounced against his lap she actually let out a maniacal little giggle, her long hair swishing about behind her with every thrust of the beast's hips. "Oh, yes, I've been such a good girl. Give me a treat!" Although she actually seemed to not mind this treatment, or rather enjoying it, her voice betrayed how tired she was, though tried to conceal it.

King holding Anne up in his tight bearhug crushing her around the waist while his hot bulge crotch rubbing between her legs as she would feel pretty good from his grinding thrusts combination forcing her or forcing herself to enjoy being dominated as the the beast is having some fun with the girl.

"Well now are you enjoying this much huh? Heh"


While shes trapped in his hold, he kept his one arm around her waist and moving it to get her head pull down and tuck under his free arm, completely locking her in just to pretty much rolling her into a ball like shape in front of his crotch, giving her a few thrusts to let her bounce on before quickly falling back to slam that pretty little head of hers to drop down to the mat. 

In spite of, or perhaps in response to, her exhaustion and pain each new bounce got the masochistic little punk just a little hotter. By the time her burly opponent would slip her back into that front-facing headlock her maniacal giggles would be interspersed with throaty gasps and squeaks of pleasure. Anne didn't like to think of herself as being particularly submissive, but the feeling of being physically overwhelmed did have the habit of turning her knees into jelly; not to mention leaving her panties a little wet. Couple that with her sexual exhibitionism and you had a potent cocktail called a 'horny Anarchy'.

Having resigned herself to her sexual abuse, and rather clearly enjoying it, she was taken completely by surprise when King resumed his assault on the bound girl. She made an attempt to reply to his question, something slutty and marginally clever, but was cut short by the short drop and sudden stop. Her head, captive under his arm, hit the mat hard with a heavy Thud! which bounced them both slightly. Trapped as she was Anne wasn't going anywhere; hands cuffed, waist held, head locked, and feet trapped beneath King's back in a rather uncomfortable manner. This was all irrelevant, however, since this new blow had left the girl seeing stars. The only response she made now was a pitiful groan as she tried to recollect her brains from all over the inside of her skull.

King was getting really rough and rowdy with his toy jobber Anne the punk schoolgirl who is trapped in his hold and even more locked up by every way possible until the moment her head trapped under his massive arm, quickly falling back to slam her down right onto the mat just to enjoy what he do to his opponents.

Afterward, the beast slowly rolling over on top of her while releasing her head, looking down at her body while on his knees panting heavy breaths until he reaches down his trunks to pull out his think n hard shaft, reaching down to pull onto her panties to the side and slide it into her sex, roughly pushing in as hard and deep into the loser. "Uhhhhh! Mmmmm!"

Anne was fairy well insensible at this point, and as she was released she simply uncoiled onto the mat like a worn out ragdoll. Bleach blonde hair cascaded about on the floor around her as her glassy blue eyes stared up at the lights with an uncomprehending dimness. Her breasts rose and fell slowly as her head lolled weakly from side to side in an effort to look around. The fans were going wild with both jeers and mad elation at what was about to be performed for them.

King would find, much to his convenience, that Anne had lost her panties sometime during the match as he was groping her helpless body in one of his torture holds. As such there was nothing standing in the way of her tight, wet petals and his ready dick. As the beast cruelly stretched the girl's body around his shaft in a single sharp thrust she arched up from the mat with sudden life and motion. With a shrill, gasping cry of pleasurable pain she threw her hands out to clutch helplessly at the floor around her. Her pussy was tight and she hadn't been expecting his rapid insertion, the shock leaving her wide eyed and gasping towards the ceiling. "Oh.... fuck!" She didn't know if she'd ever taken one with quite as much girth as King's, not a real one anyhow.

King laying on top of his weaken opponent after her utter lost to him once again, but for this match at least he could whatever he pleases which one thing he got in mind, sliding his hard n large 'beast' into her sex and pushes in, pushing waves n waves of rough pleasures as the manbeast himself enjoying his time fucking with her.

"Mmmm!" While he continues to have his way with the schoolgirl punk, he move his hands down to her shirt and reaching under to slide up towards to her breasts and firmly squeezing on the pair, using it to hold onto as well while King increasing the pace, thrusting harder knowing he is close to climaxing, already been aroused during the whole dominating against her.