Tag Team Quadruple Redhead Debut

Dropping her leg to the floor Neske took in another few well-needed breaths before she was roughly turned over and hoisted off the floor, Emily intent on squeezing the life out of her. As much as the bearhug hurt on her incredibly damaged spine, however, Neske chuckled with every squeeze, almost as if Emily was squeezing the laughter right out of her. "I-I don't know wh-who's in f-f-fucking charge..." she snickered, "B-but... but it's n-not you" she forced out with a smile, before spitting a mouthful of blood right into Emily's face to fully get the point across.

Emily's frown and honest disbelief at Neske's seeming disregard for herself were erased when the redhead spat a wad of blood into Emily's face. Dropping Neske harshly to the ground, Emily would proceed to try to plant her foot firmly between Neske's legs, grinding against her crotch for good measure.

Assuming that was successful, Emily would take a moment to wipe her face before leaning forward, putting most of her weight on the foot on Neske's groin.

"You know, what's about to happen now is entirely on you," she said.

With that, she'd lift her foot up before slamming it back down one last time. Leaving Neske lying there for a moment, Emily got one of the steel chairs that their opponents had left behind and lay folded chair down some distance in front of a turnbuckle

With that, Emily would then try to grab Neske and hoist her up, bringing her over to the turnbuckle and sitting her down on top of it. With that, she'd climb up the turnbuckle was well, wrapping one arm around Neske's neck and grabbing onto her jeans with the other before trying to fling them both back off the turnbuckle, intending to Superplex Neske right onto the folded up steel chair.

Neske couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as she was dropped to the mat. Even though she was probably in for more trouble, she had pissed this bitch off, and that was something for her to be satisfied about. Her sense of satisfaction dimmed, however, as Emily's foot slammed into her sore crotch, forcing a reflexive tear down her face. The pressure continued and increased, only making Neske more sore, before she was brought to her feet, barely able to stand, and sat atop the turnbuckle. After setting up the landing point behind them, Emily joined Neske up on the turnbuckle, grabbing onto her and flinging her spine onto the folded steel chair laying on the mat. Neske arched her back in pain, her mouth open to scream but unable to get anything else out. She was spent, and at the mercy of a sadist who seemed to hate her more than Neske thought possible.

By the time she could vocalize, Neske had resorted to her usual wisdom and eloquence. "Y-you're a fucking psy-psycho.." she spat, doing her best to glare at Emily despite the incredible pain she was in.

Emily stopped at Neske's words, having been in the process of considering leaving Neske be. Any thoughts that the girl had suffered enough, however, left Emily with that last remark.

"Well, guess what," Emily said, moving closer to Neske, trying to get the girl's pants off, "It seems like pain isn't working here, so how about humiliation?"

Assuming she managed that, Emily would then try to rip the girl's panties off.

"I'm going to make you cum," she continued, now ripping the girl's top from her body, her bra soon following, "In front of all these people."

With that, she'd lie down near Neske, intending to lock in a legspread before using her free hand to rub Neske's exposed pussy.

As she lay on her back, Neske's breathing was heavy and difficult, her body at it's limit. The ringing in her ears lasted just long enough to be pierced by Emily's sneering remarks, and she turned her eyes downward to see her former partner undoing the button on her pants. With her tormentor leaning over her like this, however, maybe she could get the upper hand... With a jolt, Neske brought up her knee and-

And nothing. Nothing was happening! What felt like the full effort necessary to move her body was only resulting in minor twitches, just enough movement to assure her that her limbs would be functioning later. But for now, they were doing nothing, and she could only watch in horror as this girl stripped her naked, right in the middle of the ring. Neske's sweat-covered body was on full display now, producing more sweat at the distress of being humiliated like this, for everyone to see.

To add injury to insult (and then further insult to injury), Emily felt it necessary to lie down next to Neske's legs, using her own arm and legs to stretch them much farther than they were ever intended to go. Assuming she wasn't just torn in two here and now, Neske figured she'd be much more flexible when she recovered. She didn't think this for long, however, as it was difficult to think about anything other than the pain and humiliation she was experiencing as Emily used her free hand to rub Neske's exposed genitals, the simultaneous pain and pleasure sending her mind into a whirlwind.

Emily frowned at the lack of either screaming or moaning from the girl, figuring she might not have been going hard enough for either. With that in mind, Emily would start to slide a few fingers into Neske's folds, intending to ramp up the humiliation as much as she could.

As Emily slid her fingers into Neske's painfully exposed pussy, her mind overran with sensation. It seemed that every orifice that could was starting to secrete liquids as her mouth began building saliva, her genitals grew wetter and her eyes were pouring out the tears. Each breath alternated between a gasp of pleasure and a squeal of pain as her mind started to go numb from the overload of sensation. "P-p-please... haaah, haaaahh.... p-please s-s-stop," she whispered, too exhausted to speak at an audible volume. She could feel a warm onrush through her body as it began to cooperate with Emily's fingers, a painful and humiliating climax incoming.

Emily smirked as she felt Neske growing wetter and wetter, not hearing her pleas for mercy. Deciding that she wanted the girl humiliated sooner rather than later, Emily's thumb found it's way to Neske's clit as her fingers continued to pump in and out of the girl.

As Emily brouth another finger into the fray, rubbing Neske's sensitive clitoris, the sheer amount of sensation was too much for the petite Dutchwoman to handle. "Haaahhh.... aaaahhh! Noooooooo...." she squealed, as her body convulsed and shook, squirting all over her tormentor as her legs continued to be pulled apart. Neske was clean out of tears, but it seemed her body was willing to squeeze a few more out as she climaxed, utterly humiliated and broken.

As Neske finally climaxed, Emily continued to finger her through it, wanting to cement her humiliation of the girl as much as she could, before Neske inevitably came down from the orgasm.

Deciding that this had been enough, Emily would tug on Neske's legs one last time before releasing her, sliding out of the ring and subsequently leaving the arena, her anger cooled for now.