Hard Core POW: Lily Belle vs Elsa Grey

Lily's toes curled in the air as she strained to keep control of her own body. Upside down the blood continued to rush to her head, only adding to her growing distraction and disorientation. With a few more soft choking sounds, drawn from her throat by her tormentor's sadistic hold, the little brunette finally succumbed to Elsa's considerable skills. Every muscle in Lily's body twitched and shuddered convulsively, her whole body seemed to blush from head to toe, and amid the fitful bucking of her hips she gushed helplessly.

Fragrant nectar squirted and flowed past Elsa's mouth and ran in rivulets and drops over her own body. Tiny streams of cum ran over her soft belly only to part and run over or between her juggling breasts until they reached her own throat and the strangling ropes. Lost in her climax Lily's body hung slack as she rode out her ecstasy. Dark eyes rolled back in her head and for a moment she believed she might just black out. In a manner of speaking she was rescued by the return of oxygen to her lungs as she was unceremoniously dumped from her inverted prison to collapse gasping and writhing on the mat.

Breathless Lily struggled to climb up onto her hands and knees, still shuddering in the final throes of her interrupted orgasm that dripped upon the mat beneath her hips. The world had not yet stopped spinning when a harsh kick connected with her face. Not only was she sent back a step, but she rolled onto her back, clutching her face in pain and shock with an unintelligible cry.

Reeling from the kick she had no time to recover before she was seized by the hair and dragged from the ring beneath the bottom rope. Naked limbs flailed as she tumbled from the apron, trying to break her fall as best she could given the situation. Her body poured down to the hard floor beyond the ring landing upon her shoulders before folding over herself. With her ass in the air and feet by her head she lay stunned for a moment. If given a reprieve to regroup she would slump over to one side and rise slowly, shakily, onto her hands and knees.

Elsa licked her lips enthusiastically as her plaything's ass was raised high into the air, before Lily raised herself onto all fours. As much as the German bombshell wanted her on her feet, the temptation to deliver another swift kick to the downed girl's belly was too great, Elsa giving a delighted chuckle as she did. Pouting mockingly at the beaten girl on the floor, she would follow up by leaning over and grasping a handful of Lily's hair, "helping" her to her feet and dragging her over to one of the corner posts. Assuming she was cooperative enough, Elsa would drive the poor girl's head into the post over and over, not satisfied until she drew blood.

Lil was barely able to hold herself up on all fours, let alone stand, and so was helpless against the harsh kick to her stomach that sent her toppling over onto her back once again. Arms folded over her sore stomach in absent-minded protection as she groaned wearily on the floor. Another sharp cry was ripped from her lips as she was dragged back to her feet by the hair, trembling legs barely able to hold her upright, and dragged over towards the nearest ring post.

A series of successive cries of protest and pain would spill from Lily's throat as she was repeatedly battered head first into the post's un-padded exterior. After the first two blows she would fall forwards, defenseless against the onslaught. Grasping arms would flail about, groping blindly for the apron to try in vain to hold herself up or away. It wouldn't take long before a growing bruise along her hairline would break through and a trickle of red blood would seep down over one eye forcing her to close it reflexively.

Lily thought of herself as being reasonably tough, all things considered, but that melt away as she heard herself begin to sniffle. Her unbloodied eye was blurred with welling tears as the abuse quickly overwhelmed the part-time wrestler. She felt helpless and weak, and while she didn't mind losing the abuse had worn away her resolve.

Elsa knelt down by the naked, crying girl with an almost affectionate pout. "Awww, poor thing," she cooed, gently stoking the small girl's hair. For any other woman, such a display would have been an indicator to stop where they were, or at least to end the match quickly. But for Elsa, it was only encouragement to continue the punishment. "You musn't cry so soon, dear, we are only getting started." The sadistic woman stood up, delivering a hard kick into Lily's spine so that she wouldn't move about too much as she headed over to the apron, sifting underneath for a weapon to spice things up with.

Elsa's eyes sparked with delight as she found an old favorite of hers, the aluminum bat, just waiting to be used. Scooping up the weapon, she returned to the sobbing girl, wrenching her up by her arm so that she would face her tormentor, before driving the breadth of the bat into her small, tender stomach.

Lily was decidedly not a hardcore wrestler, and was very unused to this sort of punishment. Hell, she usually folded at the first sign of a harsh submission hold. Her dark brown eyes closed gently as the woman stroked her hair, hoping this was a sign that her suffering was coming to an end, but her words indicated otherwise. She knew that her only chance to mitigate her pain was to fight back, but her limbs felt like jelly, weak and unstable. She'd barely managed to get herself into a crouch, ready to stand, when the kick landed against her spine.

Lily threw her head back with a sharp cry and a twist of pain, tears rolling over her crimson cheeks and blood trickling over the bridge of her nose into one of her eyes. Her back arching responsively the woman fell sideways onto the floor, hands reached around to clutch at her sore back. She would not be given long to focus on this new injury, however, as Elsa would haul her back up onto her feet.

Through the blood and tears she was barely able to see what was coming as she stood before Elsa, knees trembling timidly. The bat struck against Lily's soft belly forcing a vile retching sound up from her lungs. Instinctively her arms folded across her stomach as her shoulders lurched forward and she sunk down onto her knees before the sadist. With her head hung down she tried to think of something, anything she could do to protect herself. Sobbing, naked, and nearly blind she formed only one plan... with one arm still holding her stomach she began to crawl like a wounded animal, on three legs, in a randomly chosen direction. Time, that was it, she just needed a few seconds to recover...

Elsa carefully picked her opponents to be women that she could easily dominate and toy with, so she was used to things going her way quickly, but Lily was still proving surprisingly easy to dismantle. As the beaten brunette hobbled around the floor, Elsa followed slowly and confidently, the aluminum bat slung over her shoulder as she watched the desperate girl's every move. "Oh... what to do, what to do," she chirped, tapping the weapon against herself as she did. "I could keep pounding with zis bat... or perhaps I could bring you to another orgasm in front of our loving crowd. Or..." her tone changed as she knelt next to Lily, ensuring the girl knew she was nearby, "we could bring ze fun back to my place, where no one knows what will happen to you."

The white-haired German giggled at the thought before using the bat to prop herself up, taking a step behind Lily and delivering her best golf swing between the girl's legs. "You had best choose, dear, I'm not certain your little body will hold out forever."

Lily was not the sturdiest wrestler, then again she only wrestled part time. Pushing papers and making phone calls didn't exactly toughen one up. Pitifully she tried to crawl away from her tormentor as the woman gloated over her battered figure. Her progress was slow and aimless, and ultimately halted as the bat found its next target in her wet and sensitive pussy. The brunette gave another shrill cry of anguish before falling over onto her side, both hands protectively clutching between her legs as her thighs clamped together tightly. "No more! No more!" It wasn't an answer to Elsa's question, but it was the only bleating cry that her panicked mind could muster at the moment.

Elsa gave a mock frown as her prey squealed and writhed, unable to put up so much as a coherent answer, much less any semblance of resistance. "I'm sorry, but zat is not one of ze options, dear!" she chimed as she paced around the toppled girl's squirming body, now standing behind her. "I'll ask again, do we continue zis here, or away from ze public eye?" She followed her query up with a fierce stomp to Lily's head, letting the pain sink in for a moment before driving a hard punt right into the beaten girl's spine.

Lily lay curled up on her side, nearly in the fetal position as she continued to nurse her sore and throbbing pussy. Bruised and bleeding she tried to suppress her loud blubbering and sniffling. She was definitely going to think twice before accepting another hardcore match, or else she'd have to toughen up considerably. Through watery eyes she looked up at the leather clad amazon as the woman stalked around her like a shark circling its prey. Public or private... what, what happened to orgasm? Orgasm was an option before, wasn't it? It had sounded like the least painful option at least... Its loss must be the cost of hesitation.

All thought was cut short by a boot descending onto her temple, driving her head down against the hard floor of the arena and tearing another cry of anguish from the brunette's lips. No sooner had this torment been removed than it was replaced by a sharp kick to he back. Her spine arched involuntarily, her lips opening in a breathless scream. Rolling upon the floor at Elsa's feet she turned belly-up, her back arching from the floor as she writhed. With a voice wracked with pain she blurted out a desperate, hurried answer, "Private! Private! Private, please, Mistress!" At least private was one step closer to her torment being over, or at least she hoped so.

Though she was a bit dissappointed with how quickly this girl had submitted to her, the eagerness with which Lily begged to be brought out of the limelight and into their own private torture session gave Elsa a sense of deep satisfaction. Technically, a submission wasn't worth anything in this match, and it would keep going until Elsa locked her toy up like a bought slave, but really, who could say no to that face? That bleeding, sobbing pleading face. She was willing to call Elsa her mistress, despite both of them knowing full well the coming evening would only be fun for one of them.

So, with an amused sigh, she returned to the ring, fetching a collar and pair of handcuffs and bringing them over to the stripped and beaten girl that lie on the floor outside the ring. Taking one last little bit of advantage of the fact that Lily's submission counted for nothing (and partly in an attempt to remind her of it), the buxom German delivered one last, hard stomp to the whimpering girl's belly before leaning over and attaching the collar around her neck. Elsa placed a boot on her victim's head to keep her still, and none too gently either, before kicking her shoulder to roll her over to her front, where the handcuffs could be applied behind her back. Elsa was pleased that the collar came with a chain attached like a leash and after she administered both fastenings she gave a playful, though still harsh tug on it with a grin. "C'mon, dear, to your feet," she giggled, pulling just hard enough to keep Lily's head elevated off the floor by her neck.