Abid vs. Kim Rhee - Forced Attrition

Kim was woman enough to admit when she was wrong about Abid, that her initial impression of the woman was off. At first, she’d assumed something was wrong with her mentally, that she had some serious problems and she’d picked the wrong league to make her mark. While it was still clear that her amorous adversary did have a screw or two loose, she was wrong to think that would keep her from doing well in the AFW.

This was a new thing to Abid, Kim could guess as much, but the woman was a quick study in the way of sensuality, adapting to her every move and finding ways to keep her control. There was a raw hunger here, a burning lust that had gone too long without being quenched. If she was getting anything at all from her ‘master’, it had been a while since she’d known the pleasure. True pleasure.

Hands reached out and ran down Abid’s back, feeling the skin through her dress, touching with such a thin layer between them. Kim’s calves pressed against the back of those practically perfect legs, savoring the perfect mix of hardened muscle and pleasing skin.

”You have a perfect body.” She whispered, after managing to stand the parting of their lips long enough to speak. ”It’s why I have to do this.”

Her legs shot up and wrapped Abid’s waist, turning from pleasure into raw pain as they bore down with crushing force. Kim’s arms went into action, too, as they wrapped around her opponent’s head and pulled it in for a kiss, but this one was wilder than before, harder, smashing their lips together to the point where it could cause real pain.

It had been a taste of more than Kim she had gotten from the woman. Allowed to run wild and free in the ring by her Master, this was the most she had ever known of true freedom since she had been brought under His family's care. The stirring emotions inside her were confusing yet exciting. She hated this woman so, but loved being so close to her like this.

Abid leaned up against Kim considering going in for a second helping of her foe. The hands roaming along her back and Kim's soft words seeming to encourage as much, until there was a sudden warning. One that was too late to heed.

The legs around her closed in as her slender form was being crushed within Kim's thighs. She tried to scream bout found her unable as her foe had forced them back together. She tried to pull away but she was clutched so close, so hard. Her hands came up to shove at Kim's shoulders to try to separate them.

Abid staggered back, wobbling as she struggled to maintain both women's weight as well as her fighting efforts against Kim who had latched on to her too fiercely to break away from by normal means. Her cries for release were being muffled as Kim had her way with her.

She suddenly leans back into Kim. The two of them had moved away from the ring in the scuffle, now Abid meant to charge them back towards it. She braced her forearms up against Kim's body to ensure there was as little give as possible as she tried to drive Kim's spine into the acute edge of the ring apron.

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Kim worked her legs everyday, put them through a rigorous training routine. She’d run countless miles, mastered the squats and free weights, and the result was a pair of legs that, while they weren’t the biggest or the strongest in the league, could deliver decent power when called up. Now being a prime example.

Even though this was meant for pain, not pleasure, Kim would be lying if she said she didn’t get a thrill from, and she showed as much when she let out an ecstatic moan. There was something about the feel of Abid squirming in her grasp, rubbing against in defiance, that lit every nerve on fire and made her spine tingle. Like a giant, sensual stress ball, hers to toy with.

Until Abid found a way to stop, at least. Which, it turned out, happened sooner than she’d expected.

She was having a fine time, loving the taste of Abid’s agony as it echoed down her throat, when she started to notice her opponent was doing a good job of staying on her feet. Too good. She learned why a second too late, when she came charging forward and rammed her hard against the side of the ring, bending her spine against the unforgiving edge.

Kim cried out at the impact, her back arching against it as she threw her head back and donned a mask of pain. She still kept her legs wrapped around Abid’s midsection, but lost a good deal of the crushing force in her bodyscissors, only able to support her own weight and keep clinging to her opponent.

Abid slammed Kim into the apron as hard as she could manage with the small amount of room she had been given. Bending her opponent back across the side of the ring, enough to break one of the woman's hold over her. She gasped for air as her first priority one their lips had separated, eyes wide in shock over how quickly things had deteriorated when her guard had dropped. Kim had stolen her breath away, literally with their embrace, the crushing thighs around her did little to aid in her recovery even in their weakened state.

She stared at Kim, equal parts in awe and disgust as she was forced to lean herself up against the woman pressed against the apron. The touch she had wanted so badly before seemed toxic now. A poisonous rose held to tightly its thorns would draw your blood and leave you feign of heart. Her hurt, her rage bubbled over as she drew herself back, wanting so badly to send this woman crashing into the apron again.

As she left the support of the apron however, with Kim no longer clinging directly too her, their weight distribution was too burdensome. Balance was a rare commodity, of which she found herself lacking. She teetered, struggling not to fall backwards. If she  fell, Kim's weight would come down on her, it would put her enemy in an advantageous position over her... she couldn't let that happen. She backpedaled, there was no choice, it was either that or the floor. She grunted as she slammed herself into the barricade, almost slumping down against them. her hands went back to brace herself.

With a firm foundation, she was able to steady herself. She tucked in her arm, pressing her elbow firmly to Kim's chest, locking it in place by gripping her writs firmly. She threw herself forward, sending both herself and Kim to the floor to spill the woman out across the hard ground. her weight would follow, most of it behind the solid bone she had wedged between them, trying to drive a stake through this monster's heart.

”Okay, I admit,” Kim wheezed out through her clenched teeth, as she reeled from the fierce pain in her back. ”I might’ve underestimated you.”

That was a gross understatement, but she was hesitant to give Abid any more praise than necessary, not wanting to let on just how much she was coming to admire this woman’s gumption. It took her a moment to get going, but now that she had, it was becoming more and more difficult to put a stop to it. Many other women would’ve fallen long before they had a chance to counter her bodyscissors, but Abid? She persevered and fought through the pain. Endured.

It paid of for her, too, leaving Kim stunned and groaning in her grasp. For a moment, she feared her fearsome foe would just ram her into the ring again, but no, the weight was too awkward for that. She stumbled back, hit the barricade, and for a second, she considered trying to lock in the bodyscissors on Abid once again. If she could just get this woman to the floor and lock in that hold, she would get her begging. There wasn’t a single doubt.

The good news was that she would end up getting Abid on the floor.

The bad news was that it wouldn’t be on her own terms.

Abid dropped Kim hard on the unforgiving floor, hammering her into it and driving her forearm deep into her chest, practically nailing her to the floor. She went into a spastic fit underneath the crushing force and laid there, moaning and groaning underneath her wild nemesis.

Abid might as well have plunged an actual blade down into Kim with how effective her elbow had been once it sunk itself into her. She panted heavily staring down at her adversary before collapsing down on top of her. She reached down around her, shoving Kim's legs away from her as she lay on top of the woman, working to recover through having been squeezed so thoroughly.  

She pressed her hands down to the floor, slowly pushing herself up off Kim, working slowly to her knees.She was done with the outside of the ring, wanting to take things back where they belonged within the confines of the ring. Her hand pawed back behind her, grasping for the barricade to aid her to her feet. She leaned against the solid wall, giving Kim's leg a frustrated kick.

Kim's praise meant more to her than she would care to admit to herself, but it had been met with silence. She had let herself soften to the girl once already and nearly paid for it dearly. Pushing off the Barricade she took a long step over Kim, lowering herself down to try and drag the woman to her feet, pulling her towards the ring.

"Get up." She hiss in annoyance as she jerked Kim along, trying to get her to the ring even if she was dragging her the whole way. If she managed to get Kim to the ring, she'd try to scoop the woman up and roll her into the ring. She didn't worry about being gentle. if she happened to bump her into something along the way it wouldn't matter. She's slip herself into the ring, crawling in after Kim.

As Kim laid on the floor, her mind raced, not just trying to figure out what to do next, but where this woman had come from. Abid was a striking beauty, fairly skilled, and she made a unique pair with ‘Bob’. Kim was a fairly studious woman, had paid quite a bit of attention to the wrestling world before she stepped into it. Why hadn’t she heard of this wrestler before? Where had she been before this? Where was she trained?

All intriguing questions, but they would have to wait. She was on the move.

Kim would give Abid credit for many things, but among them, her tenacity was the most impressive. When this woman wanted something done, she made it happen, and getting this match back into the ring was no exception. Kim wasn’t a heavy woman by any means, but it wasn’t like Abid had a deep well of strength to work with. Even so, she managed to haul Kim up, get her standing on wobbly feet, and toss her into the ring.

It was not a pleasant trip. Kim’s back still ached, searing from the mounting pain of having her spine wrecked in such close succession. When she came in under the ropes, she tried to sit up, only to find out the pain was to great for that at the moment.

So, failing that, she tried to make some distance between them rolling towards the center of the ring. She could still win this, she was sure of that, but she would need to be smart about how she proceeded. Fight smarter, not harder.

Abid had dragged herself into the ring behind Kim. She had managed to complete her goal but it had cost her precious energy to haul her back into the ring without some form of assistance from Kim herself in the endeavor. Rising to her hands and knees she stared at where her foe had retreated to, slowly stalking over her on the mat. All she needed to do was lock her into something, anything.

The thought of ending things so swiftly, so easily drove her to circle Kim, attempting to slip up behind behind her. Padding along the mat she tried to grasp Kim at her arms, trying to hook them underneath to drag her up and back into an sitting position.

Sher drew her hands together behind Kim's neck in an attempt to lock in a full nelson hold to capture her arms completely She was slow, sluggish from their encounters this far, if Kim wished to remain free she would have to stop Abid here.

Left to her own devices, if she had applied the first hold, would rock the two of them from side to side. Eventually rolling them both over, she would slip a leg over Kim's back to straddle the small of her back, sinking herself down onto the girl. From here she would wrench back on the freshly minted full nelson clutch, reclining as far as she could manage while controlling Kim's upper body.

There were a myriad of ways that Abid could have followed up and brought the pain to Kim. She was just glad that her fellow Asian didn’t just go for more head-stomping.

It seemed like she had simmered down a bit from her earlier rage, as if being in control had tempered her rage somewhat. There was a fierce drive in her eyes, Kim could see that as the beauty approached, striding her way with those glistening legs of hers. She tried to rise up to meet her, but her foe was too quick now, too determined for that. She was on her before she could think about getting away, securing her arms, sitting her up, pulling her into...hm. A full-nelson hold. Interesting choice.

Kim grit her teeth as Abid locked in the classic hold, wrenching her from side to side with it. It wasn’t the sort of move that would make her submit, but that likely wasn’t the point. It would hurt. Wear her down. Waste precious energy. With this woman working in overdrive, she needed all she could spare.

She was trapped. But that didn’t mean that Kim was bereft of ideas. In fact, she had a particularly interesting one she wanted to try.

Kim’s upper body was under control, but her lower body was a different story. With that, she started to rock her body, pressing her barely-clad butt against Abid’s crotch, teasing her with lewd touch. A little amorous assault had left her flustered before. Would it work now? She was keen to find out, and she threw in a few moans to heighten the mood.

Once she had rolled Kim over, she felt confident this was the beginning of the end. She had slipped herself do far back on the woman that the though of her being able to kick herself to the ropes seemed almost out of the question. She pulled back, further and further, trying to bend Kim in half as she kept her arms captured, head forced downward with painful compression. She had tried, and failed. Now she would be a gift for her Master.

She shuddered as she felt the shifting between her legs, ignoring it at first. Dismissing it as just another attempt to squirm and struggle free. When Kim began to mewl and moan however, she started to feel uncomfortable. She shallow hard, closing her eyes as she set herself to focusing on the task at hand. Kim could feel her hot breath becoming longer, more pronounced. She told herself that if she moved back further, she could stretch the woman more... but was that the truth? She scooted back little by little until Kim was able to raise her backside up slightly move, roll herself up against her.

Abid rested her forehead to the back of Kim's head, unknowingly moaning under her breath. She drew in her lips, sucking on them tenderly as her own thighs began to shift, grinding herself down into Kim's own efforts. Her fingers loosened as she leaned in, her hold over Kim became lax, significantly, as she once again gave herself over to the moment. She was smiling faintly, unable to keep it from her face. "...Why?" She murmured softly, aching for more.