AV 15 Hentai Title Kumis Match: Natasha Loclear(C) Vs. Sahar Abia "The Pharoah"

Sahar was now making her way towards Natasha, ready to hit the Hentai Champion with a few to stomps to make sure the French wrestler did not get up.  Yet before she could start her attacks, the lights would suddenly go off.  The Pharaoh would stop in place, not knowing what was going on as she tried to look to the right and left to see if anything was going on but without the lights, she was blind as a bat.  The fans were making to much noise for her to hear anything and thus was unable to figure out what was going on.

Then the lights came back on and before Sahar could take a moment to look around, she would feel a pair of arms wrapping around her body.  Natasha was still in front of her, so this was a new opponent?  Yet before she had any more time to think about it, she would be lifted into the air before being dropped back in a backdrop suplex!  “AHH!” yelled the Pharaoh as she landed in the Kumis.  She would then hold her head and back as she groaned in pain.

Just like last time, Minerva had gone right after the Pharaoh first. The fact that this was the Egyptian’s opportunity to capture a championship at AFW’s biggest annual event was one the Dane had clearly not bothered considering. Sahar was a mere obstacle in the way of Minerva’s true target: the Hentai Champion herself. And immediately after planting Sahar with the backdrop, Minerva rose back to her feet and sauntered confidently over to Natasha’s prone form.

“Well, well. How wonderful to see you again, dear Natasha~” she said with a small, cold chuckle. And once she was by the defending champ, she’d bend down and lash her arms out to grab at Natasha’s ankles before attempting to drag the Frenchwoman out toward the middle of the pool. And if she could get her there, Minerva would then try to twist Natasha over and take a seat upon the girl’s back to lock her in a boston crab!

Natasha was only a few feet from the edge of the pool when she saw the shadow of Sahar looming over her, the woman seeming very much like a giant in the imagination of the Frenchwoman who was already steeling herself for what was surely about to come. She threw herself sideways into a roll, thinking somewhat desperately that she might be able to counter what the Pharaoh had planned from her back, only for the lights to suddenly go dark. "Of course." She said beneath her breath, Natasha looking around in the darkness for who she knew this had to be, not surprised in the least when the lights came back with Minerva standing behind Sahar.

She didn't feel any relief at seeing Sahar get suplexed nor any satisfaction, the woman was her opponent but Natasha had wanted a fair fight for the title and now Minerva had ruined that. She scrambled backwards until her back hit the pool edge, her right hand clutching at the top of it even as Minerva advanced and took hold of her ankles. "Wish I could say the same." "Natasha replied just before she was yanked forwards, the woman losing her grip on side after a second tug from Minerva.

Soaking wet in the kumis Natasha kept her left leg free of Minerva, slipping it right out of her hands and immediately making the most of it by driving her foot into the intruder's stomach.

Minerva naturally didn’t expect Natasha to just willingly let herself get dragged around. However, the Dane had underestimated just how much fight was still in her target, even after the Hentai Champion had spent the last several minutes trying to fend off Sahar. And as she tried to keep dragging Natasha out toward the middle of the pool, Minerva received a foot right to the stomach for her efforts.

“Ugh!” she gasped out as the kick took her by surprise, making her release the limb. “Why you little...” Minerva growled, and that pompous smirk of hers had quickly been exchanged for a glare that now quite blatantly reflected her frustration with the Hentai Champion. She wanted to go out fighting? Very well then. Her funeral.

Immediately Minerva took a stomping step forward before leaping up into the air, then aimed to bring her elbow crashing down right over Natasha’s sternum! The Frenchwoman’s little rebellion needed to be put down quick, and blasting all the wind right out of her at once seemed like a pretty effective way to try going about it.

Natasha drove her foot into Minerva's gut halting the woman's offensive if only for a moment, long enough at least for the bluenette to drag herself back a few feet away from her. Her back was still throbbing from what Sahar had put her through but she pushed on anyway, knowing her chance at getting out of here in one piece depending on getting back to her feet now.

Hands flat to the floor Natasha pushed herself up onto her feet in a low crouch only for Minerva to crash into her, her elbow slamming down into Natasha's stomach driving the Frenchwoman back to the floor. Flat on her back again Natasha now had the weight of Minerva keeping her pinned, the deep pain in her stomach making any slight movement an agony.

Minerva crashed down upon Natasha with a mighty thud, flattening the Frenchwoman against beneath her. She had her target down and winded, and now the Danish queen sought to make the Hentai Champion pay for her resistance.

Keeping her weight settled on top of Natasha to keep her down, Minerva slid her torso to position it across the top of the champion’s forming a cross with their bodies. Her long legs coiled around one of Natasha’s arms to hold it still, and she extended a hand to hold the other down. Meanwhile, her one free hand would then trail down Natasha’s body. With a sadistic grin plastered on her features Minerva attempted to slide her fingers underneath Natasha’s swimsuit, and would then have those fingers immediately move right to the pinned woman’s sex.

“Just relax. This will be over soon if you behave.” Minerva said with a low chuckle, before attempting to insert two fingers right into Natasha’s womanhood, aiming to start the champion on the road to a humiliating, forced orgasm.

Natasha was only vaguely aware of Minerva moving around on top of her as her eyes were still shut tight and the lack of oxygen had her brain in a fog. She would feel a pressure form around her leg, eyes fluttering open to find the intruder laying across her with Natasha's breasts getting squashed beneath her midsection, the bluenette reaching up to try and shove her off but Minerva pinned it down before she could put up any sort of resistance. She kept trying but her tugging wasn't getting her anywhere and all her efforts ceased immediately upon feeling those fingers slip easily into her slick sex.

"Ahhhh!" Natasha half moaned, screamed out as Minerva sent her fingers into a flurry dancing within her womanhood. Squirming under Minerva Natasha pulled her knees up and feet in close, pushing against the mat to arch her hips upwards. The match hadn't specified that Sahar would have to get the orgasm and Natasha wasn't sure if the ref would give the win to her if Minerva forced Natasha to climax, she couldn't chance it.

Sahar head was still hurting but it seemed that Minerva and Natasha were keeping each other busy, giving the Egyptian time to recover, though this also gave the Kumis more time to affect her, as her vision was starting to get a bit dizzy now.  Taking a moment to focus first, Sahar would then start to get on her hands and knees before seeing Minerva getting the upper hand on Natasha.  It seemed that history was currently repeating itself.  Yet Sahar was not going to let that happen if she had anything to say about it.

Assuming that her opponents were still distracted with each other, the Pharaoh would start to get up on her feet, ready to get back into the fight.  Seeing Minerva now applying a hold on Natasha, Sahar would take a moment to catch her breath and gather her strength before trying to move in and hit the interloper with a stomp, trying to break the hold.

Minerva giggled softly and looked down into Natasha’s eyes as the helpless champion squirmed beneath her. Frankly, the Dane didn’t care who emerged as the victor in this match. But she did intend to show Natasha exactly where her place was. However, a certain Egyptian clearly wasn’t so keen on letting that happen.

After driving Sahar down with a vicious backdrop several moments ago, Minerva had quickly cast the girl out of her thoughts, thinking she wouldn’t be able to be a hinderance. But a sudden stomp onto Minerva’s back proved her wrong. “Agh!” she grunted out as the impact caught her off guard, and also made her retract her hand from Natasha’s sex, saving the Frenchwoman from a humiliating fate at Minerva’s hands...

Natasha was too focused on the invader laying on top of her with fingers buried deep in her pussy to notice Sahar before the woman stomped down onto Minerva's back. Natasha being underneath Minerva at the time took some of that hard hit herself, her trouble breathing from the elbow drop earlier only escalating with the intervention of Sahar, the Frenchwoman dropping down flat against the mat as her legs buckled beneath the extra weight. Even so she breathed a heavy sigh of relief at the sudden abscence of Minerva's fingers from her pussy, Natasha unsure how long it would have taken her to force Minerva out of her without the Pharaoh's timely assistance.