Beauty before the beast

The blood was gradually rushing to Anne's head, but she always enjoyed a good head-rush anyhow. Still hanging upside down like some kind of lecherous bat she continued to work over Yuki's womanhood through her clothes. "What's the matter, Yukes, thought you wanted to see how I worked. Well, here you go. Now just lay back and enjoy the ride..."

Yuki's lip trembled as she felt waves of pleasure wash over her, already feeling wet as Anne continued to tease her relentlessly.

"Please....don't..." she started to pant.

For a moment Anne appeared to show mercy, leaving off her rubbing to move her hands around to rest upon the swell of Yuki's supple hips. In a single, fluid motion she released her legs from their hold about the girl's neck and seemed to pour down onto the mat between the captive fighter's feet. Of course as she did so she would drag her shorts down so that she lay face up between Yuki's legs holding onto her shorts about her knees. "Is this better, sweetie?" She asked with mock tenderness and a vicious smile.

Yuki moaned again, shutting her eyes tight in embarrassment as she felt Anne pull down her shorts. While she was happy to be out of the hold, this new situation felt ten times worse.

Anne's eyes sparked with predatory desire as she stared up at the humiliated vixen, bound and partially stripped above her. Placing her slender fingers upon those alabaster thighs the little sadist sat up slowly. Fingers trailed along velvet skin to rest upon the swell of pale hips, and as she rose to her knees before Yuki she leaned forward to brush the very tip of her wet tongue against her captive's sex.

Their little display, while it had already gained the surreptitious attention of many of their fellow gym attendees, had now gathered a less discreet crowd of onlookers.

She paused only a moment to taste her prize before both tongue and fingers would continue upwards, up Yuki's body to kiss between soft breasts as she pushed her top up to bare them for all to see. "Is this better, Yukes? Is this what you wanted?"

Yuki kept her eyes shut, not wanting to see the crowd that was gathering. This was utterly humiliating, and the worst part was her body was reacting to Anne's touches and licks. A moan emerged from her lips, turning her face away from the rocker.

Anne stared up from between the perky, round breasts of the fighter as the woman turned her face away in shame. With a voice muffled by Yuki's own flesh she taunted "Don't wanna see? Here, I can help with that." And with a single gesture she stood, her hands seizing the hem of the girl's white top and pulled it up over her face to hook over her head, effectively blinding her. Just to emphasize her dominance she then gave those fully exposed breasts a crude squeeze.

She had only one more thing she really wanted to do to her poor victim to make clear her victory. Clasping a hand on the back of Yuki's neck she utilized the other to liberate the girl from her rope bondage. Giving her no time to rally Anne pulled her away from the edge and slipped behind her, arms coiling now about her waist as if in a hug. "Are you ready to cum for me, baby?" She whispered the question sensually into Yuki's ear as she held their bodies close together. Regardless of what the girl answered, if she answered at all, the instant response would be a familiar German suplex bringing Yuki down on her shoulders and holding her in that position, holding her own body arched.

"MMPH!" Yuki made a muffled cry as her top was put over her head, blinding her and fully exposing the rest of he body.

A loud moan escaped from her lips as Anne squeezed her breasts. A few moments later, she felt Anne starting to untie her. For a brief moment, she hoped this would be over, but sadly, it continued.

Anne made her way behind the fair skinned wrestler, wrapping her arms around her waist before whispering in her ear, "Are you ready to cum for me, baby?"

Yuki could only moan in response to their bodies pressed up against each other, before she felt herself being lifted into the air and slammed down in a german suplex. The impact almost knocked her out cold, but she barley managed to hold on.

Anne didn't know if Yuki was still with her after the collision with the mat, but it didn't seem to slow her down any. Keeping her arms cinched about the fighter's tight stomach the rocker roll her body over Yuki's folded form until she stood over the girl's face. Releasing the hold now she was in position for a matchbook pin, the backs of her knees against those of her conquered friend.

The fact that this would technically close out their match at the count of three never even dawned on Anne. Her attention was fixed solidly on the round ass and pink folds that were not held vulnerable to her attentions. Slowly she would work her middle finger against the outermost folds of her captive's sex before working it inside. Now there we audible hoots and calls of encouragement from the gathering crowd.

Yuki gasped and moaned loudly, shuddering in Anne grasp as she felt Anne slowly move her finger in and out of her sex.