Showdown '19: Zulime Lafitte vs Pierre Vulliard: Hardstyle Hentai Match

Zulime felt Pierre's body fold over hers as Zulime went through with the butt blast. They had already been so intimate in this match, and she found it amusing that she would end the match with them basically spooning each other. That brief moment of familiarity was brought to an end with Pierre collapsing to the mat, Zulime sitting astride her French Canadian foe. The Riverboat Queen was in no rush. She tossed her hair to the side so that the audience could see her entire face as she smiled widely. Her arms were stretched out wide, just like when she was done onstage. And just like when she was onstage, the crowd was roaring with their adulation of the Riverboat Queen. Some among them were chanting her name, but most of them had been worked up into such a tizzy that they could not do anything other than shout. That was fine for Zulime. hell, that was more than fine, that was something that she downright relished.

The Cajun girl rose to her feet. Her brown eyes were cast down to Pierre for just a second, because that was all that she needed. Zulime knew that Pierre was not going to be getting up any time soon, either from how she had made his legs jelly from cumming so often, or the fact that the series of attacks that she had just sent Pierre's way would have downed an elephant. So she was going to take her precious time. The odious man on the ground would probably not recognize much given his current state, but if he were ever filled with enough macabre curiosity to watch this match at a later date, he would see that Zulime was bowing in all four directions. She was walking around his body as she did so, her shoeless feet hitting the canvas as slowly as she could go. Flashes of light indicated that cameras were snapping pictures. They could have been looking to get a picture of Zulime's big breasts as they hung low during every bow, they could have been looking to get a picture of the triumphant Zulime rubbing her victory in, or they could have been looking to get a picture of Pierre's naked and humiliated body. Whatever they were trying to do, Zulime was overjoyed at the positive attention she was receiving.

But the positivity could not last that long, as she turned back to the man whose very existence roused many negative thoughts in her. A haughty smile crossed her face. Zulime recognized that it was high time to bring this show to an end. With a quick turn, she ensured that Pierre was lying on his back. She raised her foot to plant it on his chest, but then paused for a second. While that would have been quite the statement, that was not quite the statement that she wanted to make at the moment.

No, her hand went down to Pierre's cock. She started working it between her toes, as she looked over at the referee to get the woman to start counting. "Well?" She asked. The zebra quickly slid in and slapped the mat for the count of one.

Zulime was concentrating now. She wanted to get Pierre to cum at the exact same moment that the ref girl hit the count of three. It would take a lot, but Zulime was just the woman to do the trick, she reckoned. After all, getting Pierre to cum was practically becoming second nature to her now.

Pierre was thankful that he wasn't awake to experience the full thing happening. For the everybody else that are watching this, this just has to be the most abnormal, distinguishing and bizarre moments in Tension history. No, in all of AFW history. The Quebecoise man flipped over the Riverboat Queen, her butt striking him right where all of the air left him. The landing made sure to take the rest of it out of his system. A genuinely breath-taking display, if anyone was to describe the unique events. It could only be Zulime. The Louisianan probably felt his hard manhood pressing against her butt when she landed the last move of Rhythm & Blues. Not so much penetrating her but pressing upon it before it followed the man onto the floor. Followed up with the landing that bested a true seoi nage and that was another recorded moment that was going to play out in its entirety, what horrors waited for the poor man.

Pierre opened his eyes. Not so much in the real sense, but he opened his eyes. It was weird. The French-Canadian couldn't see anything, and darkness enveloped his surroundings, pitch-black as the night sky only that the sky didn't have any stars in it, no moon whatsoever. As if it was a new state that one is free to draw. The only thing missing was the chalk to draw on the board. His eyes looked around, still splayed out. He felt weak. Tired. Battered. And yet his member was the only thing showing life and still standing strong and tall. It's a wonder how that was even possible.

"Do you remembair what sensei tuld you?" A voice called out from the darkness. Pierre tried to lift his head to see who that was. "Are you steehl sleepeng, spoiléd lit-tell prince?"

"What…are you…nnnggghh…talking about?"

"Oh, seeh-lee prince. Ze ippon seoi najé. That's what i'm talkeng abut."

"What's with…that question?" The French-Canadian looked around to see where it's coming from, but nothing could be seen. It was at that point where Pierre realised; he couldn't move. The Quebecoise couldn't move his arms, his legs, his body. As if he was pinned down. Was this sleep paralysis? No, it can't be like that. "Ugghnnn...Don't step in too deep, don't force the throw and the hips are crucial." That was the gist of it. Don't step in too deep. If anything, stepping slightly on the side is good for gaining speed on the turn to throw uke. Don't force the throw. Feel the opponent's movement, what fits best when used in combination of other techniques. Ko Uchi Gari to break the balance of the opponent is often used before going with the Seoi Nage to finish. And as much as it is a shoulder throw, the hips are crucial like everything else. "But wh-"

"And zat eez why you lost." The voice called out again. It didn't take long for the person who belonged to that voice came out. Same blonde. Same white gi with a black belt on. ["Fucking hell.]

"Ah, you should 'ave seen eet. A shame zat you lost consciousnez béfaire zat. Tru-lee éxquisite, ai must sai. Even fair mon standards." Victorie said, almost as if she was trying to hold back laughter.

"What are you…blathering about?"


"What ai am talkeng abut eez you got dumpéd on yur ass by zat vairy seoi naje. Ét guéz what?" The Frenchwoman leaned forward, looking straight into his eyes. "She didn't need an arm."

"Bullshit." Pierre quickly blurted that cussword out from his lips. The dam would break, and Victorie could help it but laugh out loud. All he could hear was laughter. Not the crowd, not Zulime, not even the referee. Nothing. But. Laughter. "Ahh, zis eez pairhaps zé best comedy ai 'ave evair seen! You tru-lee are pathetic. Lik, ai didn't expect you to win, ai knu you would lose. But lik zat!? What a sight to behuld!"

[color=#660066]["You…you're lying…damn bitch…!!"] Pierre yelled in his mother tongue.

"Ahh, but eet eez le truth. Such a shameful displai. And you know what? Ai don't think you desairve zis anymaire." Victorie suddenly pulled out something that was behind her, a hand that was gripping on something. And as soon as he saw it, his eyes widened in furious anger. "The hell did you get my belt!?"

"Zat eez unimpairtent. What eez, eez zat you are non longair considaired a blak belt. Evairy sensai een lé whirld weehl denounce you as a true judoka. Not aftair bréngeng shame lik zis. You lost to zumone who doesn't 'uld a white bélt. Such shameful displai means zat you don't desairve ze belt, non?" The woman waved his treasured black belt around towards his vision before throwing it behind her into the void. "Hey! Give it back!!"

"Now zat zat eez oot of le wai…" Victorie said as she walked around the odious man, her bare feet hitting the ground slowly, knowing that Pierre would be looking at them. Which he was. He couldn't help it; they were just as good as last time. She walked up to the point where she was standing between his spread legs, chuckling at the manhood that stood in attention. "Timé fair mé to 'ave mon fun. Zat woman was zo kind as fair me to finish ze job. Vairy nice of her, non?" In reality, it was Zulime's foot that his cock stirred and felt, but the Riverboat Queen doesn't know that. Nobody knew in the real world. "Nnnngh…!" And yet the feeling of it…it was as if Victorie was actually there. Her light pink lacquered toes began working on the manhood, giving a throb as if to say it was desperate for release. "Ai nevair got to do eet la last time we mét. Ai bet zis eez what you wentéd, stupid princé. Fair mon feet to strok yur pathetic cok. Well, now you get yur wish." She worked at a steady pace, knowing that it wouldn't take long to coax him over the edge once more.

"Zis shouldn't tak long. How abut ai start ze countdown?" Victorie grinned as his cock throbbed hard.

"I…ghnnnah...hate...you…" Pierre said though gritted teeth. He couldn't do anything to stop it, as if something was tying him down. The French-Canadian wished he could move an inch, but that wasn't happening. He was trapped. And he was powerless just as she wanted, just as they wanted. "Haahh...I hate you."

"Trois."

"I hate you!"

"Deux."

"I HATE YOU!!!"

"Un."

With that, Pierre's manhood gave out quite possibly one of the biggest orgasms a man could potentially deliver, his white seed spurting in the air, getting quite the length as he came like a geyser. Long, thick ropes of cum came out, and it was free to reach for the skies without Zulime's stocking blocking it. Although Zulime was unaware of what was happening in another dimension, she would have been greeted with such a violent and powerful spurt that threatened to hose her down with hot cum.

Zulime's eyes were as big and wide and dark as the night sky above her beloved backwoods. She was looking down at Pierre now, waiting for something that she did not know. Like in her dances, she would do what she thought was right and let the spirits guide the rest of the evening's affairs. As she watched the French Canadian man, she wondered what the loa would reveal to her. They did not favor the vengeful, so Zulime wondered if they would wake the man up and have him shame the Riverboat Queen further. They did not favor the merciless, so the fact that she kept pumping the man's cock made her doubtful. They did not favor the uncreative, so Zulime thought that perhaps making the man cum over and over would get a bit old.

So she watched. There was the inkling of doubt in her heart, but she was doing her best not to show it. Her heart was beating hard. She reminisced about the first time she was performing on the stage at a tender age, how much anxiety she felt immediately after the show had finished but before the audience could react. An eternity passed in the span of a second, with a multitude of thoughts crashing into each other. For those few precious seconds while the referee counted up all the way to three, she was that young girl again, waiting to see what the world had in store for her. Pierre's thoughts could not be plucked from his brain, as much as she would have liked.

Thankfully, the ref got all the way there and the bell rung. Zulime stepped off her opponent, and took a low bow. She then bowed for to the other three sides of the ring, much to the delight of the audience. The Riverboat Queen fully intended to put on a show tonight, and she was happy to say that she had. The doubt that she had felt just moments prior became a wave of happy energy as she waved and smiled for everyone in attendance. A saucy wink at the cameras let the viewers at home know that they were appreciated as well, as Zulime took a few minutes to bad in the glory that she felt she so righteously deserved.

She loomed over Pierre, and stuck her foot out. Zulime was waggling her feet to make sure that there wasn't any cum on it. The fact that she was shaking it off on top of Pierre was just a bit of icing on the cake. Her eyes were condescending, as demeaning as she could get them to be. Her upper lip curled into a smirk.

"[Remember this, remember this forever,]" Zulime said. The Riverboat Queen knew that she would remember this for a long time.