No holds barred. Hardcore Iron womens match:Kana Kasama vs Sandra Julia Forge

Kana would gasp loudly as the kiss was released leaving a trail of saliva linking their mouths as well as her lips and all around them shining with spit. She would dangle there limply softly twitching drooling herself just adding to the wetness of her body. She would look up at Sandra and slowly shake her head no when she was ordered to tap out. "Nnnnnooo..." She would whisper before she was squeezed tighter in the hug causing her to actually pass out. Her eyes would roll up and she would go completely limp. Her tongue would fall out of her mouth and she would hang there dangling like a doll in Sandra's arms.

Kana's nipples were completely erect now and a small wet patch grew on her bottoms right in front of her crotch as she was held limply like a ragdoll. She should of tapped out, not that 5 seconds would do much but now she was defenseless to let Sandra do as she pleases. And to think it had only been a couple minuets into the match and this was how it was going. The crowd cheered loudly and laughed trying to convince Sandra to do more to the poor silver haired girl.

Sandra doesn't emote much to Kana's unconsciousness--a snort, and a grin, and that's it. Perhaps she's a little surprised at how quickly the smaller wrestler fell unconscious! Perhaps she's surprised by just how cute she is with a red face. Either way, Sandra isn't one to leave the crowd without it's fill of blood. Or, in this scenario, cum.

Julia would work quickly. Dropping Kana to the ground, one of her bare feet would be pushed into her stomach, to hold her still. Then, she'd bend over and take her pants off. After that, she'd drag the girl into the center of the arena. The bigger girl would lay down, dragging Kana on top of her. Her arms would curl under Kana's, trapping them above her head, while her legs would curl between the other girl's, the thick, muscular thighs tugging them apart and exposing her opponent's sex to the cold, cool air of the arena, even as the crowd jeered and hollared! Sandra shifted, hooking one arm over her opponent's arms so the other was free, reaching down to lewdly grope her crotch.

In this position, Kana's head would be just under Sandra's.

Kana was out cold (luckily) due to the fact of how embarrassed she would be if she knew she was being stripped in front of the crowd. She would look pathetic as she was dragged to the middle of the ring and dragged ontop of Sandra. She looked like a child snuggling into her mother as she laid on top of her. She would moan in her sleep as her arms were trapped above her head and her legs were spread. She would get goosebumps as the cold air entered her through the odd unusual area.

Kana would wake up suddenly when she felt her crotch groped. She would look up at Sandra with a tired and confused look on her face until she figured out what had happened and what was going on. "WHAT??? LET ME GO!!! ohhh!" She would moan as her crotch was groped more and she would blush as she looked up at the masked woman and than she would look down not wanting to make eye contact with her dominator.

Sandra couldn't help herself--a deep, low chuckle rolled through her torso, making her leotard-clad form rub into Kana's back. "Is that a submission?" The woman purred, her voice low and husky, confident after having scored a point already. Her body twists, legs moving down and arm moving up, stretching the woman out of her body, putting pressure on her lower back. That was really just the cherry on the cake, though.

The big, powerful woman used her her index and middle finger to tap against the girl's exposed sex. Plap. Plap. Plap. Not hard, nor forceful, nor penetrating her. Just a steady reminder that she was exposed in front of the audience, that she was wet, that she was trapped. Sandra would slowly begin to swirl her fingers over that moist entrance, teasing her relentlessly; at the same time, she curled her head, her cheek pressing into Kana's as her lips pressed into her neck, planting a big, rough, smooch, biting and sucking at the flesh on her neck. She was going to leave a hickie, at this rate.

Kana would groan as her opponent chuckled and and she felt her opponent's soft form rub up against her. She would here her opponents question and quickly yell "NO!" As she tried to squirm more and escape from the humiliating position. "Guuuhhhh..." she would groan as she was stretched more.

Her face would not be able to get any redder as she blushed from the soft tapping on her crotch from her opponents fingers. Kana wouldn't have minded as much if she was dressed but unfortunately for her and fortunately for the crowd she wasn't.

Kana would let out gentle moans as Sandra's fingers teased her entrance and she only became more wet from that and the kissing, sucking and biting on her neck. After a couple minuets, Kana would try to save herself from a humiliating orgasm by yelling her submission hoping that Sandra would show mercy and that the offer for the 5 second break was still on the table. Unfortunately kana wouldn't have a choice is Sandra kept true to her word or not. "Please..." kana would whisper as she got more arroused and embarrassed by the second.

Sandra replies by slooowly dragging her tongue over Kana's cheek, her thumb shifting to aggressively rub and grind into her clit, her hips slapping up to hump and rub against Kana's ass. It seemed that in response to the submission, Sandra had decided to just force an orgasm out of her! The thumb against her clit would shift, her fingers moving to press into her wet, exposed sex. Three points were better than two, after all. She'd think up a new way to torment her after sweet lil' body had quaked and came before her fingers and mouth.

Kana would grit her teeth and moan louder as her submission only earned her embarrassing pleasure. "Ohhhhh god.... uhhhggg.... yessssss..." she moaned trying to keep her moans from getting loud enough for the audience to hear. She would hear and feel her ass getting slapped by Sandra's big soft thighs and crotch making kana bounce every thrust.

When Sandra's fingers finally got inside of kana, she would scream as her face was now being licked to add to the odd pleasure. "It feels so.... GOOODD!!!" Kana would scream at the top of her lungs as she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. After only a few minuets longer or so, kana would spray her juices all over the ring in a fashion that looked like a fountain. She continued humping Sandra's hand until her orgasm subsided and she became docile and limp. She would let out a sigh as a loud ding would echo throughout the arena and a white number three would pop up on the big screen on the ceiling. The cameras would do a split of kana's red face as she drooled and looked like she had been fucked silly while the other camera focused on her squirting crotch. Kana would not squirm or thrash around anymore. She would let out the occasional twitch as she laid on top of Sandra panting heavily.

Sandra pulled her fingers out of Kana with a wet schlick and lifted her hand, wiping them off in the girl's mouth, idly sticking those dusky fingers into her open maw. Wouldn't do to have the woman's honey on her hand while she was finishing beating the stuffing out of her. Julia shifted, rolling the girl off of her and putting her hand down, standing up and streeeetching.

She'd claim another trophy off of Kana; reaching down, she'd strip her of her bra, leaving her breasts exposed as well. Sandra still had her mask and her leotard on; Kana had nothing. The girl was naked, drooling, red faced, and her crotch was exposed and leaking. Sandra was full dressed, powerful, and in control. She could afford to wait for the girl to stand and catch her breath, her lips curled up in a mocking, smug smile. Her expression screamed, "I already won, and this next 25 minutes are going to be me turning you into my bitch."

Kana would moan as she felt the fingers exit her sex and would let out a choking and gagging sound when the fingers entered her mouth. It unfortunately wasn't the first time she had gone through this but she would never get used to that taste. She would limply roll off of Sandra and lay there twitching. Tears began to stream from the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks as she felt her sports bra being ripped from her chest leaving her completely exposed.

Kana would look up at her opponent and watch her grin before looking her up and down. "This... isn't. Fair... why don't you pick on someone your own size..." kana would say before she began to sniffle holding back from crying. She would attempt to get up but her legs were still weak, too weak to stand on.

Kana would hear Sandra's words and shiver as she got more goose bumps. She was a sweating red faced mess with cum still leaking from her crotch. "I... will never be your bitch...!" She would growl through pained and embarrassed voice but she still didn't move leaving her open for any attack Sandra chose.

Sandra licked her lips as she looked down at the girl. Tears? Not very professional. Ah well, she was in over her head anyway. "Oh yeah you are." Sandra said, as she began to strip, arms pulling out of her leotard as the masked masher removed the purple one piece. In a few seconds, it'd drop to the floor, revealing her sweat covered, heavy body. "I'm going to work you like a dog, Kana. My body is going to conquer every part of yours." The brown skinned woman loomed over her smaller foe... then began step forward, slowly, menacingly. "I'm gunna crush your body with my body, grind and smother and work you until you can't orgasm another drop. Iron woman? Hah! You're gunna be a broken piece of scrap metal." She says, grinning cruelly at the girl as she hangs over her!