A different Kind of Training

Madonna looked up wit her eyes open as wide as possible. That bitch was still hanging in! And she was teasing Madonna. She didn´t passed out till now. Normally a girl like her would not be able to take a bear hug from a woman like Madonna for more than 10 second… But she was up there… for hell knows how long. And she kept insulting Madonna.

Madonna bit on her lips. Looks like she had to chance her tactic. She would throw down her opponent to the floor as hard as she could and would step over her. Madonna would slowly turn her opponent onto her stomach before stumping down hard onto her spine.

The big German woman would sit down on the back of her opponent and put her arms around her opponents neck and pull it backwards into a camel cruch. Madonna would pull has hard as she could… trying to deal as much pain as she could.

Sona was desperate for air and was finally relieved when Madonna let her go but cried out in pain as Madonna dropped her very roughly on to the floor. Sona laid there, exhausted and her back sore but the pain was just about to get started when Madonna got on to her back and applied the camel clutch! Sona moaned in pain as Madonna stretched her back, further and further. If it weren't for her old job at the underground wrestling association, she would've snapped by now, literally. But thanks to her flexibility, Spna can bend into a U-Shape with ease but Madonna was making her have a run for her money. The pressure and pain Sona was feeling was horrible but amazing at the same time. Madonna had pulled Sona to the point where she was staring right at her. Sona's eyes were fluttering but she gave a weak taunting smile. "Re-re-really?" Sona asked, "I thought I said to try. Why not try to choke me out, Hm? Or is that too hard for you?"

Madonna would smile back at her opponent. All this big talk… but nothing from her side. Madonna slowly understood what was going on here. This girl was a masochist; she loved pain more than anything in the world. SO she was used to that kind of pain Madonna gave her all the time, she would never tap out to the bigger women. Instead she would keep asking for more and more. Even if she would almost break under the pain.

Madonna opened her log and let go of her opponent. The German woman slowly stood back up. She always keeps her eye on the smaller woman. When Madonna was standing above her opponent she would breathe in and out some times, before grabbing down. She would try to grab Sona´s hair and pull her back to her feet slowly. If Sona would stand again Madonna would look down at her with an evil Smile. “All this big talking here… why don´t you show me what you can do?”, Madonna would wave over her opponent for her attack.

Sona groaned as Elisa picked her up by the hair. Hearing Madonna's little comment, Sona realizes that Madonna found out what her fetish is. "Sure, only if you let go of my hair," Sona said. Sona smirked at Madonna but the moment Madonna lets go of Sona's hair, Sona will lose her balance and stumble into Madonna!

Madonna let go of her opponent’s hair while watching her closely. She wanted to know if this girl could fight herself or if she only could be pleasured by pain. The German women was not very surprised when all Sona did was stumble and would crash against the bigger woman chest. Madonna shacked her head for a moment.

So just big words and nothing more… Madonna would push her opponent away from her against the wall and follow her directly. Madonna would put her forearm against Sona´s neck and push pretty hard. Madonna would look deep into the eyes of her opponent. “One reason, give me on reason why I just shouldn’t choke you out right here right now!”

Sona cried out in pain when Madonna suddenly slammed her into the wall. She suddenly feels herself choking when Madonna placed her forearm on her neck and started to push, cutting her oxygen. Hearing Madonna's question, Sona weakly smirked at her and whispered seductively, "Because where would the fun be in that? Don't you find it more exhilarating when you make your opponent suffer, dragging it out for as long as you can? Watching their struggling getting weaker and weaker, knowing its pointless for them until all that struggle leaves their body. And finally, they fall limp in your grasp?"

Madonna was quitted for one moment. She was thinking about the words of her opponent for a short while. They slowly went throw her head again and again over and over again. She bit her lips. Dam that little bitch was right. Where would be the fun if she would just choke her out right here right now? Slowly Madonna would put her arm away from her opponent’s neck.
She would step back a bit and let her opponent breath. She would do this wordless without looking at SOna for a moment.
Then she would suddenly step forward again, putting a heavy blow with her right first into the belly of Sona. Madonna would try to put as much weight into the punch as she could.
After that punch Madonna would pull back her fist before firing a rain of heavy but fast blows to the upper body and stomach of Sona. Madonna wanted to find out if she also could take these.

Sona would start gasping for air when Madonna moved her forearm away from her neck. Sona was able to breath for a few seconds until she felt the air get punched out of her as Madonna started to rapidly give her belly punch, one after another. Spit would come out of Sona as Madonna continuously wrecked her stomach. But Sona was still able to manage to stand up, barely but she needed to catch her breath although she highly doubted her bigger opponent give her that luxury.

Madonna finished her rain of punches and watched her opponent for a moment. Sona was down on the ground and Madonna didn´t thought that she didn´t being able to get back to her feet on her own in the next time. But the bigger needed to Smile when she saw how that little bitch was slowly standing back up again.

That was a though bitch!
Madonna was starting to like her. The German woman stepped back a bit giving her opponent space and time to get back to her feet again. Madonna was watching her closely.

If Sona was back to her feet Madonna would wave her over with a bright smile. “If you still want more get your Skinny ass over here!”, she would tell the other girl. Then Madonna would wait for her opponent to make her move. If she really would come over to Madonna the big woman would ask her. “How long do you think I can lift you skinny ass up into the air?”
Without waiting for an answer Madonna would bow down and grab her opponent between her legs and lift her up onto her shoulder. Madonna would also warp one arm wound her neck and pull Sona against her shoulders. Madonna would have locked in a torture rack, where she would bent her opponent as hard as possible.

Sona would stumble towards Madonna as she taunted her but gasped out in shock as Madonna slipped an arm between her legs and lifted her up, perching her on top of her shoulder. Then using her other arm, she wrapped it around her neck and pulled down, locking Sona in a painful torture rack. Sona would gasp for air as Madonna pulled her down, stretching her back completely! Sona would raise her arms to Madonna's and try to pry it off her neck but it was locked on tight!