SS 17 Velvet Valentine vs. Natasha Loclear

"What?" was all Natsha could think of to say in answer to Velvet, or rather the Valentine's refusal to let her go. Of course the woman wasn't obligated to release her according to the rules or anything but it was the norm, one that the Valentine didn't seem too keen on following at the moment which put the bluenette in quite possibly the worst spot she could've pictured herself getting into against this particular woman. As familiar as she was with this move Natasha knew escaping it before it could be applied was key and when that failed, as it had tonight, surviving it required either slipping out of it, powering out, or getting released. Another series of tugging with her arms brought her nothing new however, especially not with how Velvet was tightening her grip upon her as her mind raced trying to see a way out.

With her juices still dripping down along her leg Natasha wasn't about to fool anyone regarding her arousal, let alone Velvet whose fingers remained lodged in the depths of Natasha's pussy giving her the truth of the matter. She tried anyways. "Well love that was quite the good time you showed me but you can't hold me here long enough to finish another round of that."

Every inch of her felt as if its sensitivity had been raised to eleven after that last orgasm and with no time to rest seemingly on the way Natasha was left with no option but to fight, even if just rubbing herself against Velvet's soft and curvy body as she struggled to slide any part of her body out of this hold had her moaning despite her best efforts to stiffle them.

Right on que, as if to let Natasha know that she wasn't fooling anyone (least of all Anka), the Valentine gave the fingers inside of the Russian's love tunnel a sudden jolt to the side... A hot little moan leaving Anka's lips at the same moment as if the pleasure that the fingers inside Natasha was a jolt pleasure being shared by both of them

"Shh shh.." Valentine whispered, stroking her thumb carefully and skillfully in a circular motion around Natasha's outer pussy lips and pelvis region in a manner that was strangely soothing and exciting at the same time

"I said I vould have to make you ma valentine für immer... Non...? vell, zat iz exactly vhat I am doing" Velvet Valentine said in a voice laced with arousal boardering on mania. Deliberately, the Valentine drew her fingers out slowly to the very tips before thrusting back in firmly, forceful enough to let the bluenette know that this was how it was going to be whether she liked it or not... Although, Velvet Valentine was sure that even if she didn't like it, she'd come around on that point...

Natasha's protests were swiftly put to an end at the fingers of Velvet, the Frenchwoman's eyes shooting wide open out of shock as the sudden movement sent a jolt running up her spine. Her body was doing its best to bend itself the opposite way her opponent desired, to lighten the pressure on her back and ribs at the very least though escape was the best case scenario, but that shock to her system had her back arching itself further into the clutches of the German bombshell. All her struggling was immediately made pointless as she found herself right back where she started...no, worse off as she was tiring.

Velvet's words, not to mention the gentle rubbing of her nether lips, was like honey Natasha knew to be baiting her into surrender. "Sorry...cant ..." The blunette shook her head to show resistance yet the sweat rolling down her body and the juices glistening on her inner thighs revealed the depths of her struggle.

The woman appeared to be keeping to her word as she once more reiterated her goal to make Natasha her valentine, something Natasha wasn't entirely sure what it meant but she knew it meant the end of the match. That thought renewed her efforts to fight her way out. Natasha groaning out as she began to pinch her way out of the hold, all coming to a swift halt when a hard thrust from Velvets fingers turned her cries of exhertion into shouted moans of ecstasy as she was brought to a gushing second orgasm!

Her hips moved as much as they were able within the submission hold while her nectar yet again soaked Velvets hand only now she was squirting out onto the ring. Even so her fingers clenched tight, Natasha refusing to give up, her will to win not allowing her to tap or shout out in submission even as her body argued otherwise.

Just as Natasha was looking to make a renewed bid for freedom and fight back against the German French babe, The Valentine thrust her fingers straight into Natasha's love tunnel just at the right point to "get her gut.." As Velvet Valentine might have put it... Even though this orgasm had less of a build up to it then the last, the sexual expert in The Valentine was able to tell just what a position she had put the bluenette into with that firm thrust.

The Valentine sucked in something that sounded half way between a sharp gasp of surprise and a squeek of delight. Pressing her face lovingly down into Natasha's butt cheek, her lips and front teeth nipping at the smooth bare surface of Natasha's ass...

Anka suddenly jolted the hold on tighter to coincide with Natasha reaching her climax, when the Russian came The Valentine wanted her to be completely unable to hold it back from blossming into a HARD orgasm. Her legs drew more on Natasha's inner leg, forcing her thighs to part wider and the trapped girl to squat down a little lower so that she'd flow out a lot easier. Anka's crotch pressed keenly to the back of Natasha's head, her own juices seeping into Natasha's blue hair as her hips trembled... This was all getting the buxom beauty close to an orgasm of her own!

Natasha was having trouble thinking of anything beyond Velvet as the hold tightened around her, stretching out her body to its limits but never pushing her so far as to distract from the pleasure from the fingers plunging inside of her. She had cum for a second time and despite the juices soaking into her flowing blue mane her captor had yet to orgasm even once, though it seemed she was closing in on her own release from what she was putting Natasha through alone, not that she could rely on that to help her. Every passing moment her muscles were growing weaker, now unable to resist Velvet as the woman forcibly spread her legs further and earned herself another gush of nectar from Natasha's pussy as she shuddered once more. With her chest heaving as she struggled for air Natasha lifted her head and did the only thing open to her, grinding the back of her head against Velvet's crotch to try and encourage the woman to an orgasm of her very own.

She was exhausted but still fighting back, even if it was with the only option left open to her and not a very effective one at that. "You are quite wet love, going to cum from rubbing herself against me? I am flattered." Natasha imagined she sounded like she looked, rough but still sweet. Sweat flowed freely down her body and dripped off her, the tapping of sweat beads hitting the mat barely heard over the sound of her ragged breathing. Where she had once smelled of lilies now she smelled of sex. Concentrating was difficult, Natasha trying to calm herself down yet every time she began to make any progress Velvet tightened the screws and pumped those fingers in her sex, sending her heart rate skyward and throwing her thoughts into disarray.

Velvet Valentine could feel Natasha under her with effort move to try and brush her soggy wet blue hair and the back of her head against the tender sexual region of the German French babe... She supposed she shouldn't be too surprised that this sexual warrior princess, Natasha, was still working through her obvious over exhaustion and over arousal to try and strike back sensually against her.. And the erotic feel did draw out a shudder from the grey maned busty woman... But the rough hot tone of Natasha's voice betrayed how she was feeling in this moment and it was the Valentine that was in charge here.

Letting out something inbetween a hot breath and an even hotter moan, Anka settled her crotch firmly down into Natasha's blue hair and then pressed her thumb to pinch firmly against Natasha's clit, keeping her locked in the pinch.

"Ah ah ah...You didn't zay zhe magic vords yet." The Valentine muttered huskily against the surface of Natasha's ass.. The ref girl stepped around to see if Natasha was indeed ready to submit. Even she hadn't seen anythinglike this, a sexual hold being applied for this long and such an intense exchange that the victim would cum twices and inthe same hold and the person applying the hold wouldn't let go.. The whole thing was almost making her forget her refereeing duties and reach down to give herself a little relief

Natasha was all but spent by the time the referee stepped around to check in on her, the woman in the black and white striped bikini getting a firm shake of the head from Natasha even if it took much of her remaining strength to make such a definitive denial. "No." The single word passed her lips in a hushed whisper, just loud enough for the ref to hear but only after she leaned in close enough that Natasha could have licked her ear if she so desired. With her answer the ref stepped away though not too far, it seemed she was preparing herself to call the match at any time, a bit of an insult to the proud Frenchwoman but one she didn't blame her for given the circumstances she found herself in.

While the refusal took up some of her remaining energy the orgasmic cry she let out as her clit received further abuse from Velvet took the rest of it, leaving her gasping for oxygen but not getting much no matter how much she struggled. Her entire body felt heavy on top of the heat that had spread throughout her, yet Natasha even in this state kept on grinding the back of her head against Velvet's crotch. "Please?" She laughed when she asked that, Velvet was playing with her now and she couldn't help but go along with it, trapped as she was Natasha remained her usual flirty self.

She turned her head as much as could from within Velvet's tight grasp, rubbing her head back and forth over the woman's soaked pussy in the hope of pulling an orgasm out of her. Velvet had held firm despite the two orgasms from Natasha, despite her best efforts to fight her way out of this hold, and now her last hope of escape lay in making Velvet cum.