Rain vs. Lamya: Humiliation Bed Match

Even in her uncertainty Lamya was able to recognize the empathy in Rain's eyes, the same feeling that kept her more malicious thoughts held at bay... at least for now. Her opponent was easy to read, and clearly the girl had no way to know that the buxom Kuwaiti was simply playing her part: the precocious brat. Analyzing her opponent may be valuable, but Lamya spent too much time panicking and thinking, and not enough time taking action. She was rooted in place with growing humiliation as the little blonde crashed into her causing the topless girl to tumble over backwards with a grunt.

As she spilled over onto her back Lamya's arms shot out to try and catch herself, this left her breasts momentarily exposed. Thankfully, in some perspective, Rain had come down on top of her and provided a little incidental concealment. Instinctively her hands returned to grab a hold of her opponent, eager to push her away so that she couldn't take advantage of this obviously vulnerable position. But something stopped her, she realized that pushing Rain away would only expose herself further. She knew she couldn't just simply hug her opponent until she went away, that didn't even make sense, but she would have to keep her close. Hurriedly, Lamya's fumbling hands grabbed at fistfuls of tee shirt and began trying to return the favor and pull the girl's top off over her head. Even as she did this she would whisper to Rain between heavy, panting breaths, "We are doing what we must, yes? I will forgive you when this is done." She only hoped the inverse would apply.

Lamya's breast swelled and deflated with each dogged breath she took as she hastily struggled with her opponent to try and leave the girl as topless as she was. They were on a more even footing than Lamya realized as Rain wasn't wearing pants and she still was, but that didn't occur to the Kuwaiti in her fluster. Unfortunately she made little progress beyond the inadvertent rubbing of their bodies together that only made Lamya more flustered.

Their stalemate was broken when the blonde employed her head as a weapon and knocked it squarely into Lamya's forehead. The topless kawaii squeaked in surprised, falling back against the covers and releasing Rain's shirt. One hand absently fell to her side while the other lifted to rub the sore spot where they'd collided. "ow..."

Lamya's strengths were in her speed and flexibility, neither of which factored greatly into this sort of match. Maneuvering around a bed was awkward compared to dancing about a ring, in the future she would need to either avoid such matches or practice a new set of tactics. Just the same, the headbutt had left her momentarily stunned and vulnerable; Rain didn't hesitate, at least not much, to capitalize on this opportunity.

For a brief moment the Kuwaiti's soft, plump breasts were exposed to the prying eyes of the AFW cameras as Rain dismounted to continue her assault. Feeling her renewed nakedness Lamya gasped and softly cried out "No!" Hauled back to a kneeling position by her arm she hurriedly used her other to protect her modesty, though the single limb still left much olive flesh visible both above and below. It worked more as a flesh toned censor bar across her nipples than any proper concealment for her generous globes of bounciness. Trying to sidle away on her knees the Kuwaiti would thrash about, pulling recklessly with her captive arm in hopes of freeing itself. "La! Khalass!" Panicking she slipped unconsciously into her native Arabic to protest.

After several seconds of struggling for control of her own arm and trying desperately to cover her ample bosom with her free arm, Lamya finally managed to wrench herself free with a sigh of relief. She had expended an exorbitant amount of energy in that effort and the toll of her panicking was beginning to show in her frantic and sweat dappled face. Little droplets had formed all over her olive skin, in fact, and trickled down her naked curves.

Both arms instinctively returned to their previous station, covering her full breasts from the prying eyes of the cameras and viewers beyond. She was all but defenseless against the palm strike which effectively shoved her over onto her back with a pitiful squeak and a slapping of flesh. Bouncing upon the coverings Lamya decided that she couldn't afford to play defensively any longer, not that she could have afforded it until now.

As she lay out before Rain upon the bed the curvaceous Kuwaiti extended one of her long, flannel clad legs in a quick sweep. Not to kick this time, that wouldn't be proper for a bed match, but to hook her heel behind the blonde girl's head and drag her face down to the mattress. She would try to end this with her bare foot planted demeaningly upon her opponent's face. It was a slight humiliation, but enough to shake the girl up some perhaps... That was if she didn't capitalize on that extended leg to try tearing off her pajama pants. But there was no gain without risk!