Rain vs. Lamya: Humiliation Bed Match

Match Type: Bed
Win by making your opponent submit from humiliation
Attire is Sleep Clothes
Hentai Moves Optional
 
Rain was going to be in another humiliation match. This time it would be in a bed rather than in a ring. She was still worried though, namely due to the inclusion of hentai-related moves being an option. Part of her was hoping her opponent wouldn’t capitalize on that. Her nerves were really getting to her as she walked to the bedroom. Going into another match like this... Her last match was replaying in her mind. In the end she didn’t have the courage or nerve to really humiliate her opponent, and she ended up losing… again. Worse still, she was utterly humiliated and she could even hear a few whispers among the kawaii members about her in the gym on occasion. It made her blood boil. “Gr…” She tightly clenched her fists, barely holding in her anger. Her face was red with fury wow. Her opponent was in for a world of hurt and embarrassment.
 
Her attire this time was a large black t-shirt and panties, the panties hidden under her shirt. She knew it wasn’t the best choice for attire given the match she was in, but she was what she usually slept in, and that’s the match required. Besides, she had no intention of showing mercy this time around.
 

As she approached the bedroom Rain completely ignored the ref girl, brushing her aside and walking into the room. The room itself was, for the most part, like the last room she these matches in. White walls, black carpet, large bed, yeah, pretty much the same as last time. She made her way to the bed, sitting on the end of it and waiting for her opponent.[/color]

With her pulse drumming in her ears Lamya walked slowly, like a deathrow inmate, down the long corridor from the locker room to the bed-ring. It was her first match after a very long dry spell, at least in front of a camera, and apprehension was preying on her mind. Her last match had been with a girl much larger than herself, not a "kawaii", and ended with her being forced to orgasm and then handcuffed. While she had initially resented being transferred to the kawaii league it did offer her some peace of mind that her opponent this time shouldn't have such an advantage over her, but the match-type unsettled her and she could only recall the embarrassment of screaming and squirting in the center of the ring.

Simple black slippers scuffed noisily against the floor as she made her way towards the room where this "Rain" girl awaited. Lamya wore a pair of loose fitting, grey cotton pajama pants; an oversized, black tee shirt of the band EarSplit; and a broad pink scarf that covered her head and shoulders leaving only her almond shaped eyes visible.

Stopping just beyond the door she took a deep, calming breath and tried to get back into character. "Remember, you're a mean heel. You're dangerous. This girl is beneath you." She didn't believe any of this, but it was required to attain the proper state of mind.

With eyes narrowed, standing out all the more for the dark make-up which surrounded them, she entered the room and beheld her opponent. The skinny thing reminded her a bit of Mina, which wasn't necessarily going to earn any sympathy in Lamya's book. "So, this is my first victim." She almost hissed the words through a thick middle eastern accent. Approaching Rain she set her hands upon the swell of her own hips and looked her up and down appraisingly, "Not much, are you?"

Lamya blinked with no small amount of surprise at Rain's response to her taunting. She had not expected a pleasant reaction, but the anger in the girl's voice seemed disproportionate to the insult. Clearly there was something more going on here. Following after the little blonde she crawled onto the bed to kneel facing her opponent. She had never bed-wrestled before, but there was a first time for everything.

Uncertain if she should really continue teasing the girl Lamya reasoned that it could only help the match. Sure, the girl might be incited to play a bit too rough, or even just start to cry, but the fans paid to see such displays. "What else do you call the little girl who begs for mercy... but a victim"

Ding! The match was on.

Lamya simply played her part, portraying the heel to Rain's face. Or at least that is what she intended to do. She had never been particularly good at maintaining her heel persona once things got dicey, but they would have to wait and see about that. The Kuwaiti's record contained only one humiliating defeat, but that hardly mattered right now. She was the arrogant heel and teasing Rain was first priority; apologies could always be made after the match.

Delicate hands were thrust forward to receive Rain's charge as the blonde lunged at Lamya. She wouldn't be able to stop the assault, but she could redirect it a little. Falling backwards the Kuwaiti Kawaii twisted her body and pulled at Rain trying to drag her down to the mattress with her. Landing upon her side she would throw her arms and legs about the charging blonde; arms about her shoulders and legs scissoring about her waist, capturing Rain from the side. "Tsk tsk tsk, little girls should not have such tantrums. You should learn to be submissive..." She continued to goad her opponent on in a thick accent.

Lamya did so love the way people flailed, squirmed, and panicked when caught in her clutches. It was this little sadistic streak that had supplied the inspiration for her heel persona. Crossing her ankles she squeezed tightly with her legs around Rain's midsection, arms looped around her shoulders simply to hold her close. The girl's squirming and her own foul nature brought a flush to the Kuwaiti's cheeks thankfully hidden behind her hijab, the scarf that covered her head and most of her face. "So rude! I must teach you some manners."

Lamya was sort of at a loss. She hadn't done a humiliation match before, or a hentai match for that matter. Actively embarrassing her opponent wasn't something she had practiced and wasn't entirely sure how to go about it. So far taunting the girl seemed to be effective, and she definitely seemed to be having issues escaping the leg scissors, so she would keep on the pressure. With a little huff of effort Lamya would keep up the vice-like hold around Rain's waist. "Oh? Mmmmm... Say 'please, Miss Kouri' and maybe I will let you go." The 'mm' had been more than a thoughtful sound, but carried a sultry resonance to it. She could feel her body growing hot and her breath quickening in a manner the Kuwaiti would be loath to confess. Through her black tee-shirt her soft, round breasts rubbed absently against the blonde's body. Lamya was rather well endowed for a kawaii, a generous C cup, although it would become apparent to anyone observant and especially to Rain that the girl wasn't wearing a bra currently, as she didn't wear one to bed.