Zulime Lafitte vs. Patrice Juilliet

Zulime moved. Patrice had just been through the ringer, and the Cajun girl could hardly blame Patrice for not being so lively. That being said, she was going to do everything in her power to take advantage of it, and she showed her intent by crawling forward, onto the bed, right after her blonde foe. "Come on now suga, where's all that liveliness you had? You know what, I got something that ought to jazz you right back up..." Zulime crawled on top of Patrice's back, snaked her arms and legs around the blonde and rolled over.

See, the way her legs moved had a clear purpose. They were wrapping around Patrice, ensuring that her movement was limited. Zulime's arms were another question altogether, as one wrapped around Patrice's neck, but not tightly enough to choke her. The other arm was a mystery altogether, as it found its way to Patrice's toned little stomach. The move was not really an offensive one, or at least did not seem that way.

Zulime's motives were only apparent when she rolled over, so that her back was to the bed and Patrice was face up. The lower hand dived under Patrice's bottoms and found the blonde's sex. Zulime was quite experienced in the erotic arts, and she knew how to make a first impression on Patrice's clitoris. Despite the situation, Zulime was going to make this as pleasurable as possible. Well maybe because of the situation, really.

Getting your opponent to cum was a victory condition of the match, and no one said what order it had to be in. Besides, this was going to be fun for her - even if she didn't get Patrice's dam to burst, she was going to show the French actress what was in store for the rest of the evening.

Zulime's question begged for some serious pondering. Patrice was direly aware that her liveliness seemed to be gone by now. The image of Zulime's thighs squeezing the life out of her was still freshly imprinted on her mind, and she could already figure out that the Cajun girl's legs were indeed something to envy. The question now was, how could she turn the absence of her liveliness into only a hiatus. Being thrown on the bed could have actually been potentially very helpful with that, provided that it implied softer moves ahead, and better chances to recover with them.

At first Trice was only happy with the way Zulime began setting herself up. While she was clearly taking control over her, no part of her hold was actually stretching or squeezing her. And while she did have an arm around her neck, the grip was far from choking at all. Even the blonde's breasts were comfortably hidden against the soft cushion of the bed!

But the actress should have known that the plot in Zulime's game was far from being so predictable. Or she should have at least seen what was coming... With a single roll, Trice's assets were once again visible to the crowds! While it was not the first time, she was still far from getting used to it, and it was still already a setback by itself...

What happened next though brought horror on the blonde's face. There she was, helplessly captured topless on a bed, while her enemy had practically stripped away her bottoms as well and begun pleasuring her. And what was worst was that she was damn good at it. Trice would have done absolutely anything she could have thought of to fight back, to get out of the situation or to stop the arrogant musician humiliating her... But all her attempts ended up being half-assed at best. She did not want to enjoy of what Zulime was doing, but her body just couldn't obey her mind. All the blonde was capable of doing was hammering her fists to the bed in frustration, mixed with humiliation and pelasure... "I-...I'll...I'll kill you!"

The fists were coming hard, and they were coming fast, and they were coming no where near Zulime. The Riverboat Queen could not resist a smile and even dared to plant a kiss on the side of Patrice's neck. After all, it took a lot of charm to soothe a savage beast. She let her hot breath linger there for a second on Patrice's neck as she looked into that long blonde hair of hers. As much disdain as she had for the woman, she had to admit that she was terribly attractive.

Which is why Zulime wanted it all the more. The Cajun girl found herself playfully humping Patrice's back, getting into it more and more. And she was going harder on Patrice as well, daring to slip a finger into Patrice's slit as she continued to work her clitoris. She found her own heels digging into the bed, and she could not even imagine the wonderful pleasures that she was giving the blonde actress.

"Will you now?" Zulime found the woman's words ridiculous, but her body was anything but. The movement caused those nice little breasts of hers to bounce around nicely, and the Cajun girl found herself entranced. The crowd was really getting into it now, and Zulime could hardly blame them. They were quite the sight to see, after all.

And what was best of all, was that the night was far from over. Hell, the night had hardly even begun.

Before tonight, Patrice had done her fair share of homework regarding how fighting in AFW was generally like. She did not know all the faces, far from it, but she thought she had a good idea of how the matches usually worked out. She had seen a couple of Hentai matches too. Based on them, she thought she had their general script well figured out. Two hot ladies, extremely willing to show their bodies off, get into a wrestling ring, tussle for a moment before the whole thing turns into outright porn, until eventually the other one reaches her climax. No hard feelings, only fun, sexy, and win-win for both. And acting skills only helped with putting on a great show. In short, a perfect setup for a hot actress like her to try out...

And that's the part where Patrice was now realizing that her homework was failing her. Miserably. This was no act. This was no fun. This was not a harmless little tussle. This was dead serious.

Even if her opponent had a great body, like she had to already admit, she had still been supposed to beat her down. Even if she liked to show off her own body, this time it had not been her own choice. And even if Zulime's actions were granting her enjoyment, being helplessly subjected to them was still humiliating.

Those facts were clearly mirrored by Trice's corny choice of words. They evidenced her continued defiance. However, that defiance was now quickly eroding away. The longer the situation kept going, the more the blonde realized that she was indeed going nowhere. She could also hear the excitement of the crowds. And as consequence of the combination of that despair, roar, and Zulime's skilled actions, lust was starting to take over the actress.

The warmth and pressure of the Cajun girl's body constricting her own was turning from tormenting into a rather tender prison. Zulime's thick thighs were turning from a torturing set into mighty and powerful targets to lay her hands on. Her bouncing breasts were turning from an embarrassment into assets to be proud of, and Zulime's skilled fingers were turning from dangerous weapons into triggers of sweet surrender.

Soon enough Zulime could hear her blonde foe moaning from all the pleasure, and in no time the body of the actress began showing signs of her imminent climax.

There was something magic about it. Zulime had a very good sense of that. All of the voodoo dolls that she had decorating her home could attest to that, just as the fact that her fingers were putting quite the hex on lovely little Patrice. It was not something that you could reach out and touch. Rather, it was something that you felt. A flow of energy from the universe into a vessel. Usually, Zulime had to have a snake on her shoulders and pounding drums in her ears for her to feel the backbeat of the universe, but on this bed, in this arena, she was feeling it. It was as if she were not herself, and she were letting all of the vibes pass through her.

Straight into Patrice. Her breaths became slower, deeper. She was the one giving out the orgasm, yet she found her own eyes rolling back in her head. Something low and deep akin to a groan rumbled from deep inside her. Her hand was moving faster now, her strong legs pulling tighter, her arm coiling around Patrice's neck. None of it was under Zulime's control. Here in Tokyo, she had given herself over to the night, and the night was more than happy to take her.

She could feel Patrice too. The way her body was moving, what she was feeling. The woman was close. Dangerously close. The invisible hand that guided Zulime wanted everything from the blonde woman. It would not matter if they were in front of even more people. It would not matter if they were deep in the Louisiana swamp. Zulime wanted it.

And she felt that she was dangerously close to taking it. Her breath on Patrice's neck must have been hot. She would not know. The Riverboat Queen was now totally beside herself, now totally wrapped up in the moment, now totally feeling it. It was not a matter of if, but when.

Patrice was an actress. She knew how to express emotions. She knew how to play out the script. She knew how to learn her lines. She knew how to get the audience read between the lines. She liked to be a wrestler too. She knew how to act in the ring. She knew how to put on a show. She knew how to please the audience.

Those two roles were the ones she had prepared herself for when joining the AFW. Those two roles she knew well. But neither one of them applied to this situation. Right now she was a porn star.

Well, the "porn" part was definitely true. Truthfully, Zulime was the star here. She knew exactly what she was doing. Patrice on the other hand felt like an innocent girl from the block, who had been lured by misleading and deceitful promises into playing a part, a receiving part, in a fifteen-dollar DVD.

The difference was, that there were actually fifteen thousand pairs of eyes nailed at her right now. Fifteen thousand keen observers, who were witnessing her getting sexually violated by the thick Cajun girl. And she could bet that each and every one of those fifteen thousand ecstatic ticketholders joined the thunderous roar, that blasted through the arena as a forceful orgasm finally blasted through her body.

Patrice moaned and groaned, shook and shivered, before her movement gradually ceased, leaving her laying motionless against Zulime's body. She couldn't deny the pleasure the Cajun girl's actions had just given her, but she knew they were supposed to still be enemies.

Problem was, that Patrice had absolutely no idea, how things were supposed go from here. And she didn't dare to ask.

Zulime closed her eyes. She could not exactly articulate why in the grand scheme of things, but she very much doubted that the attention would be on her. After all, there was going to be quite the display, literally right on top of her. Patrice's body gave itself to Zulime's dark enchantments, and Zulime was riding that wave alongside Patrice in many respects. She wanted to feel it. All of it. She kept going just to get every little bit out of the little actress as she possibly could.

It was exhilarating. While she was on the riverboat, all she would do was go after her opponent's sex, much to the delight of the hundred or so onlookers in the ship's dingy promenade. But this? This was on TV, being broadcast out to who knows how many people across the world. But more importantly, it was happening to an intimate audience of 15,000 or so, all of whom showed their appreciation by shouting and hollering and carrying on. They knew what they were getting into when they purchased their tickets, and they have more than gotten their money's worth so far.

But Zulime wanted to get her value as well. She knew the state that she was usually in after an orgasm, and it was not one that usually carried a whole lot of action with it. So, why not try to double up when she had the opportunity? Zulime let her blonde opponent roll off to the side, and then climb on top of her.

She was going for the pin. Sure, most pins did not involve a pair of breasts right on the opponent's face, but then again most pins did not involve Zulime Lafitte. She held the blonde women's arms to the bed for added emphasis, and stuck her derriere up high. She was a natural showman, so it was only natural for her to put on a show. She looked over at the little ref girl with a haughty visage, quietly admonishing her for not getting the three count started quickly enough.

There weren't many thoughts Patrice was capable of gathering right now. Most of them were related to trying to handle the predominant feeling she currently had. She couldn't even really comprehend it. It was a confusing, and controversial mixture of various aspects. For one, being exposed and sexually violated in front of such a huge crowd for the first time was bringing up deep humiliation, that was turning into guilt somewhere deep inside her. That guilt was only exacerbated by the fact, that her current predicament was admittedly a rather direct result of her own concious choices. It had been solely her own decision to enter the world of AFW. It had been solely her own choice to accept the terms for tonight's match.

But then again, based on the roar in the arena, she was putting on quite a show...

What hadn't been her own choice though had been Zulime's prior actions and behavior. To avenge for them, Patrice had come out here tonight to prove her worth. She had come here to show the Cajun girl not to underestimate her. She had come here to teach her a lesson of respect, to bring to an end the events that had begun at the jazz club.

Unfortunately, she was failing miserably. Zulime was having exactly her own way with her. And that was making Trice angry.

But even that anger could not burst its way through the extreme pleasure, that the blonde girl's orgasm had brought her. It had paralyzed her.

While all of those thoughts had been going through Trice's head, Zulime had released her snakelike coils wrapped around the blonde's body. Suddenly the French girl realized having increased freedom, promptly slumping to the side. But the Cajun girl was keen to follow, coming on top and burying Trice's head between her breasts.

Honestly, at this point, that suited the blonde just fine. For the first time in a while, she wasn't totally exposed to the crowds. Being buried under Zulime's body enabled her also to bury her shame at least for a little while longer.

"1!"

Patrice was still very much clueless on how to continue. She guessed she was still in the game. But terribly unprepared to begin fighting for control again... And how did one even keep on fighting after an orgasm?

"2!"

"Oh...Wait... Is that a count? W-what's going on?"

"3!"

The crowds were witnessing Zulime executing her plans with devastating accuracy, as the rookie actress was falling in the experienced hands of the Riverboat Queen even quicker than she realized.

After an intense moment, Zulime felt like she had earned herself a break. Especially because she was on the winning side of that little stand off. There was going to be a little bit more excitement soon, and then a lot more excitement later on. But for right now, Zulime was happy to get a bit of a breather, in large part due to the fact that she could secure some respite while her opponent was safely ensconced between her large breasts. It was of course a shame that the world could not see that wonderful body of her opponent, but well, something had to give.

She heard the count, and looked over at the ref girls. Her brown eyes demanded that the ref count faster, silently imploring the woman to get this over with. After all, it was apparent that the Cajun queen was the better wrestler, even if it was Zulime herself who was going to be the one trumpeting that particular fact the most. She clutched the bedsheets, ready to use them as leverage to use in case Patrice had the nerve to try and break the pin.

And then it came. Step two, down. When the final count rang out across the stadium, Zulime felt a surge of pride. She had entered the ring this evening to settle a debt, and she was well on her way to doing that. The Riverboat Queen pushed herself up from the bed, and slid back, off of it completely. She stood up, and raised her arms above her head before she put her hands on her hips. Zulime felt like a warrior queen.

"Reckoned you were not much of a fighter. But come on, suga, ain't no one thought it was going to be this easy." She looked at her opponent as she spoke. The look of flirtiness in her eyes prevented the words from being too mean, but Zulime had little doubt that they would sting given what had just transpired on the bed.

Yes, it was a count. Count that Patrice had never seen coming, and never had time to react to. Count that guaranteed that Zulime had now completed two out of the three steps required to win this match. And, a count that served as a wake-up call for the French Actress...

The notion of being now two steps behind Zulime was effective with finally displacing the pleasure and confusion brought about by the forced orgasm. Patrice was finally starting to get a grip of what was happening, accept the scant situation of her clothing, and realize that she needed to do something, unless she wanted to remain the Cajun girl's plaything.

As Zulime's breasts disappeared from her view, the situation was becoming clearer by the second. Going through the match stipulations, Patrice finally determined that Zulime had fulfilled the standard win, and orgasm conditions. Only thing left were the handcuffs. And while her situation was indeed bleak, it certainly wasn't hopeless. Only thing she should concentrate now on was not to get cuffed, right?

Hearing Zulime's words, Patrice finally turned her sight on her. It felt awful to hear her words. Not only because of their substance, but because right now, they were true. She hadn't been sufficiently prepared for the nature of this match at all. But that was something she should fix now.

Zulime did indeed give out the impression of a warrior queen. And had Patrice been in this fight in some of her cosplay outfits, like the Elegant Elfgirl or Rebel Princess, she might have been tempted to just let Zulime have her way with her. But now, she had no role. She was Patrice Juillet. And she was not going to give up to the Cajun girl without a fight.

As the blonde slowly got up, she knew that she had to forget the fact that she had far less clothes on than she would have wished. She had to forget the humiliation that had just happened. She had to form a strategy, how to turn the current situation into a victory.

Patrice began silently approaching Zulime. She did a brief scan of her surroundings, checking that a few things were exactly as she recalled. And as she was a couple of feet from the bed's edge, she stopped, gazing down in a submissive way. But only for a brief moment. Suddenly, the French Actress tried to jump up towards the Riverboat Queen, attempting to drive her head onto the edge of the bed with a Headscissors takedown! If she succeeded, the cushions would make sure that the blow would not be too bad, but her goal was only to stun the Cajun girl for a moment anyway.