Li-Mei vs Kim Rhee - Chrysalis

Sure, Li-Mei arguably started it, but the shift was something she just didn't expect to happen. Or had seen coming when she declined Kim's offer. Just like that knee funny enough as it turned her lights off.

Motionlessness, she wouldn't really have a chance to comprehend how south this has went. Suppose she didn't take too kindly on it all. Not unlike any religions that try to sway people in. Then again, Kim did say it wasn't like any other religions. That man was something special. Well, if it managed to turn Kim Rhee into this, then he certainly must be.

The blood leaked from her nose, her long raven hair mostly acted as a veil to cover herself but the Oriental Rose remained unmoving. Quite a while now, all the while Kim removed the veil and turned her body round to face upwards, her head slumped to the side. Breathing, not dead of course. Would take far worse than this. If only Kim could clean the blood of her nose from having it leaking blood like a faulty faucet. But she probably isn't going to play the Good Samaritan.

But she was gonna help wake her up. Not in the conventional man we, rather having her dainty foot pressed up right up between the legs of Li-Mei, prodding at the most sensitive spots where she found before. The pants of pleasure seemingly was able to make Li-Mei stir from her knocked out slumber, her body shuddering as her eyes flutter, only just catching on that something was teasing her sex. Her eyes saw the bright lights, which made her squint in reaction, but she did see someone else. Standing over her. "Nnnuuughhh...~"

In her other life, Saif had been quite skilled with her feet, using them often to work her opponents into a frothing frenzy with her footjobs. Even now, she was getting a sense of deja vu - how many women had she forced into a climax like this? How many had she driven wild underneath her heel? She could not count, not off the top of her head, but it was a high number. Now, even though Saif was a new being, she had not forgotten the skills of her former life, things that could aide her current pursuits.

Those skills were serving her well, now, as she went to work on Li-Mei and began to get a clear reaction from her opponent - if she could even call her that, at this point. More of a reaction than she expected, given how groggy Li-Mei seemed to be - had she struck gold, here? Stumbled on a favorite spot? That was interesting. While a part of her was tempted to drag this out, make her suffer for a while as punishment, more interesting options were beginning to present themselves.

She reached down and grabbed Li-Mei by the ankles, lifting her legs up and holding them in a V. While it had the benefit of making it all the easier to work her over, it was also a great way to set up what she had in mind next.

Saif gave Li-Mei a few hard rubs, grinding down hard with her heel, then fell to her back and attempted to manipulate the legs, lacing them with her own. Over, under, through, until she’d trapped her opponent in one of wrestling’s most ubiquitous submission holds: the Figure-Four.

It was as much of a reaction that Kim was going to get, considering how out of its Li-Mei was after that knee. It was a surprise in of itself that she wasn’t as knocked out, her head harder than she realised. The impact of it all was enough to have the audience silent, yet wincing in sympathy for the Oriental Rose. Did Kim have any compassion for Li-Mei in a way? It was hard to say, the Korean didn’t make any comment about it, asked how she was, and as she looked up, there didn’t seem to be a hint of concern. It was scary, come to think about it. How much precisely did Kim change? It was as if it wasn’t her at all.

Laying right on her backside, that is until the foot that was teasing her crotch did its job in making that back arched upwards some, not having much energy to go further. Or to even resist. The red blotch of blood accented the grim realisation of what was about to happen on her nose and drawing a line down towards her lips and to her chin. The Korean did a number on her, never in Li-Mei’s wildest dreams did she think this match would have her drawn blood as well as having her own spilt on the mat. Kim yanked her ankles up and out from under her, legs lifted high, not a shred of resistance in her, too tired to try and sit herself up and grab hold of the Korean as she effortlessly and quickly worked her legs into the hold. The desperation was evident in Li-Mei’s face as she clawed at nothing but the air around them. Despite being groggy, the Chinese woman knew what this was. And she knew how much this was going to hurt.

Li-Mei’s jaw clenched, teeth gritted as Kim fell back and cinched the figure-four leglock, her hands curled into a fist on the mat. The Oriental Rose writhed on the floor as Kim set fire to another part of the body that hasn’t been worked on by this woman up until now. She screamed and thrashed, clawing at the mat. It wasn’t the first time that she had been in this hold, certainly wouldn’t be the last, but she knew what she needed to do to get out of it. Just a task of rolling herself over, knowing she needed not to be on her back, and she would turn the tables on her fellow Asian opponent. It was a better option to crawl herself and Kim towards the ropes, too much energy required for that.

It sounded easy, but that is excluding the other part of it all: Kim’s foot.

As if she didn’t have enough problems, the foot was grinding down on her pussy, not too much time has passed since it had worked Li-Mei into a euphoric frenzy and it was as if she wasn’t holding back with this now. Her crotch throbbed, leaking with her juices, knowing the dam was surely going to break if she doesn’t do something. Anything. But with all of this, it was just tempting. Tempting. As if it reassured her to relax and enjoy it. Just stop thinking about the match and take in the pleasure. What is worse is that seemed to be winning out against her more rational thinking that favoured resistance over submission.

The Hardstyle Hentai rules were a compelling mix of two different styles, a realization that occurred to Saif as she prepared the hold. She had always been attracted to these sorts of competition in her past life, matches that required sexual and martial skill in equal parts, where simply being  sexually capable wasn’t enough to secure the victory. Sex and violence were close cousins, after all, and matches like this were an excellent way to bring them in harmony.

But how to meet that challenge? At first, Saif worried that her hurry to make Li-Mei pay for insolence would ruin her chances of winning this match in a suitable fashion, that she would not be receptive enough to be into an orgasm. As she settled into the Figure-Four, however, she realized that her worries might have been without adequate foundation.

Li-Mei was aroused. Clearly, undeniably aroused, even more so than she had been before, which was no small statement considering the pain she was enduring. Could Saif have achieved this same reaction if she’d used another body part to stimulate her foe? She doubted it. A foot fetish was no rare thing, but she could not recall the last time she had seen one so wrapped in, so easily manipulated and excited.

”There. There you are. Give in.” Saif settled into the hold as Li-Mei seemed to accept her fate, working her foot more and more. The key to such things, she found was to be unpredictable with her rhythm, never letting her get too used to one speed or the other.  She made sure to get her toes involved as well, using them for more dexterous manipulation, sliding them along her lips and dipping inside, teasing and twisting her along.

Pain and pleasure make strange bedfellows, which is often what makes this type of match have its appeal on some people. It wasn’t for everyone however, most could go with one or the other, the thought of combining the two wasn’t something that anyone could do or to even achieve with the right balance. A match can easily fall into one way or the other and it takes someone skilled to find the perfect equilibrium. Kim seemed to have found that. All in one move.

That is not to say that it wasn’t so easy, it took some trials into finding the one thing that seemed to be a weak point and now she was striking at it with divine fury. Li-Mei’s legs were on fire, there was no denying that. The figure four was always a classic mainstay but is was still effective in spreading one’s legs hard and make their joints burn. But her foot completed the pleasure pairing with the pain, working at her sex to make her go into a frenzy that had her moaning for two different reasons.

Her toes manipulated her sex well, increasing the production of sex fluids. She was getting wetter and wetter, faster and faster, all of this was taking its toll on the Oriental Rose, so much that her mind wasn’t in this fight but more so on bucking her hips in response to the masterful playing of her pussy. Her crotch thrusted on her foot as if impaling herself with a spear, finding its own rhythm to pleasure herself and manufacture her own downfall. Even if it hurt her, it didn’t matter if she got what she wanted. An orgasm. The Oriental Rose’s sexual demise was nearing into the biggest climax, the varying speeds weren’t helping matters to calm herself down, driving her crazy all the more.

Right up to the point where she would offer up her juices in a massive burst, exploding onto her foot like a geyser, coating the foot that had masterfully played it like an instrument. Her body shuddered, releasing her own orgasm up to the Korean, moaning out loud as her legs quivered within the painful leg lock.

How many people had Saif driven to orgasms in her past life? Many. More than she could and cared to count, that was for certain. Men and women, unwilling and willing, skilled and unskilled. They were all a blur, a mixed mess of emotion over the past decade and a half, and she couldn’t even begin to put names and faces to them all. They all held so little meaning, now. So pointless. So meaningless.

Not like this, however. Saif suspected she would remember the Oriental Rose for a long time. There was just something about the way her body reacted, how all that lush, sinful flesh bounced and shuddered, how such a proud, powerful bent to her whims and surrendered before her will...sublime, truly. There was simply no proper way to describe it.

While her opponent didn’t cry out at the moment of forced bliss, it was a gap that Saif was all too willing to fill herself, as she thrust her hips up and drove her crotch against the trapped foot. Her own juices were beginning to stream away, something that Li-Mei could likely have worked to her advantage, had she only possessed the presence of mind to do so. A shame, because her suffering was not yet over.

”Good. Good.” She sighed You are halfway on your journey. Now…”[/color]

Saif threw her body back into a full arch, thrusting her hips to the sky and increasing the elevation on the leg. Higher angle. More power. More damage. All to achieve one, singular reaction out of Li-Mei.

”...submit.”

It was unusual for Li-Mei to not cry out after a moment of bliss, forced or not. Even if it’s taken out from her, not by her own doing, there was still something to enjoy; an orgasm can be pretty powerful depending on how skilled the other can be. The fact that someone could bring such pleasure like that is something to be appreciated and admire, regardless if one hates the other. However, in this case, it wasn’t a cry of pleasure that came out of her lips. A delay of sorts that hasn’t hit her due to the sheer pain her legs are going through. But Kim was more than happy to fill the gap with something.

Unbeknownst to the Oriental Rose, Kim was having her fun, not noticing the stream of juices that flowed underneath the black maxi skirt. Only then did a loud moan reverberated the whole arena, a true mix of pain and pleasure as her body shook violently, the waves washing her whole body, to bring relief for a short moment. At least before the pain began to set in her mind again.

Her muscles burned with the strain, being there long enough had the feeling that the Chinese woman was not going to be walking after this. Tensed muscles after an orgasm didn’t help much either and there wasn’t time to bask in the afterglow of a good orgasm. The pain was already too much for the Oriental Rose. What was added next could be considered overkill.

Li-Mei saw the other woman going into a full arch, her abs raised high and so did her hips, consequently elevating her legs also. As if taking Li with her to a higher place, a level that she didn’t know existed, making her scream her lungs out, howling to whatever higher power existed, her joints creaking past the comfortable barrier, thrashing about didn’t help matters but it was natural when going through tremendous pain. To think that was considered “halfway on her journey”.

The moment Kim elevate herself, elevated the power, the angle, the pain, there was only one inevitable ending.

“I SUBMIT!!!” Li-Mei cried out, tears rolling down her cheeks and almost flowing like the blood on her nose though that wasn’t the only body liquid that was flowing. Or rather exploding right out of her pussy and coming all over Kim’s foot with the velocity of a fire hydrant. Right as that particular spectacle was going on, a hand is frantically smacking the mat as if it was going to make a dent. “I GIVE!! I GIVE!!! PLEASE!!!!"

Saif lost herself in the moment, swept up in the euphoria of her victory. This was so much more than a match in her eyes, more important than any of the wastrels watching could ever note. This was confirmation that she had made the right choice in destroying Kim. Kim had been weak, ineffective, could not win a single match in the AFW. An unworthy woman, dwindling into nothing, losing more of herself every time she stepped through the ropes. But now that she was done away with Saif could rise out of the ashes, a phoenix reborn.

Saif arched her back and stretched, bringing her flexibility to bear as she lifted the hold higher and higher, giving it even more elevation to increased the torque, bending her bones in ways that most could not dream. The crowd erupted in protest, some of them cursing her name, others demanding that she let Li-Mei go, crying out for the referee to do something.

Somewhere, far away, someone was screaming…

Saif sighed and ignore it all, savoring her domination and hoping that He was watching. His approval was all that mattered, His understanding was what she craved. She had proven her worth today, that much was certain, and she longed to return to Him and be rewarded for her struggles. A smile. A kind gesture. Anything. But that would come later.

”Kim! Let her go!” The referee’s frantic shaking her shoulder was enough to drag her back into something resembling reality, making her more aware than ever of her opponent’s exhausting struggles. Saif took a moment to give the hold one final twist, applying a quick burst of crippling pressure, before she finally relented and let her opponent fall to the wayside. Sitting with her legs crossed, she inhaled deep and closed her eyes, savoring the sound of the bell ringing in honor of her victory. An experience she had gone far too long without. An experience she would have much more of.

Saif stood and opened her eyes, only looking down at Li-Mei with a slight glance, as if her existence was an afterthought. It was a shame to see such a disheveled beauty, so wrecked and defeated, but she could not muster any pity. After all…

”You brought this on yourself.”

Her final words whispered just loud enough for Li-Mei to hear, Saif promptly turned on her heel and exited through the ropes, making her way up the ramp with a slow, smooth strut, her eyes never looking anywhere but forward.