Handcuff POW match: Origa vs Gina

Gina was by all accounts brutalized by the harsh assault Origa subjected her to. As she had already admitted, dominant Origa would have been an absolute aphrodisiac for her, but not in this way of course.

If it wasn´t her, many people of the audience would have probably pitied her for this, but her usual demeanor and act in general ruffled many people the wrong way, so the support for her to free herself was, despite her desperate wailing and strangely hypnotic arm waving was quite scarce.

In real desperation, she would try to grab all of the hair of the amazon she could get her hands on and rip at it with all her remaining strength.

Without an ounce of mercy, Origa continued to pull back as far as she could and put as much pressure on Ginas back as possible. The cracks in her spine, the screams that escaped her mouth and the frantic flailing of her arms told the amazon just how much pain she was inflicting on the tennis brat. The audience was with her as well, happy to see the rotten woman get her camupance and be dominated once again.

Origa was so focused on inflicting as much damage as possible on the brats body that she failed to notice the glaring flaw that could be exploited. Something that exactly happened as the amazon suddenly let out a shrill shout of pain as she felt her long raven black hair yanked back. “Ahh! You little! Let go of my hair!” She shouted as she felt the pain flare in her scalp.

Growling out at Ginas pulling, Origa would release her hold on the brats legs and get up. Getting her own grip on Ginas hair, the amazon would yank her to her feet where she would grab hold of her arm and whip her to the ropes. Should Gina rebound off, Origa would be ready to send a powerful clothesline to her neck and chest. An attack that packed so much punch that it would be possible that the tennis brat may backflip from the force.

What seemed to be an eternity for her but only a few seconds for anyone else, the terrible pain that was wreaking havoc in her spine and many other regions of her body lessened and went on to reside at a level that was still there but bearable when she had yanked at the hair of the amazon and so freed herself.

"…Ahnn.."
Breathing deeply in and out was her first priority for now as she had some moments in peace. But that were mere moments until she was yanked u harshly, her hands instinctively going to the wrists of Origa before she was send tumbling into the ropes. Seeing this as a chance to escape the brutish clutch of the heavy bunny, she would desperately grabbing the top rope, drop down and roll out of the ring, holding her hurting back while on her hands and knees, waving a dismissive hand into the direction of the ring.

To say that Origa was annoyed by the hair pulling would be an understatement. The amazon was more than a little ticked that Gina would use that as her avenue of escape but the amazon was also mad at herself for allowing such an opportunity to pass. She briefly thought about tying her hair up into a ponytail like she usually does for her workouts but, her hair let down was her in ring image and she didn’t want to ruin that.

That didn’t mean the tennis brat got off Scott free though, if anything it just invited more pain in the amazons eyes as she dragged Gina back up to her feet by her hair and whipped her to the ropes in preparation for a devastating clothesline. Only that’s not what happened for as the tennis brat was about to rebound, she instead slipped out of the ring and onto the outside floor.

“Wha-! HEY! Get back here, we’re not done yet!” Origa shouted as she would quickly try to dash to where Gina was waving dismissively at her. The amazon wasn’t going to let her get away that easily as she would quickly slipped her leg in between the middle ropes with the intention of exiting the ring as well.

Gina was really glad that she had managed to escape the grasp of the furious amazon and was indeed ready to throw the towel at this point and just grant her the win by letting herself getting counted out. She had been so sure that she could intimidate the big girl with what had happened before that she had walked right into the punishment that had been dished out to her without a second thought.

So she staggered on her feet, only realizing then that Origa was going through the ropes at the moment when she was looking up instead of only down or on the canvas. Hoping that she would use it as a chance, she would try to violently yank on the middle rope the amazon was standing right over at the moment, hoping for a dirty comeback of a kind instead of just running away like she had originally intended.

If Gina thought she could get away that easily, then she had another thing coming! Origa thought as she rushed after the tennis brat. Luckily or unluckily depending on who you ask but thanks to the way her oh so generous opponent set up, there were no disqualifications. Meaning that there were no count outs, the two ladies could stay out as long as they wanted without fear of being counted out by the referee.

Origa’s thoughts were swimming with ideas as she slipped in between the middle ropes. Maybe she could throw the brat into the guard rail or the steel steps. Or she could turn this match hardcore and bring out a chair. It wasn’t a usual strategy for the giant but I Ginas case, she was willing to make an exception. That is until the tennis brat suddenly yanked the rope up while Origa was slipping through and smacked it right into her crotch.

“Ahhnn!” She gasped as the rope dug into her covered sex. Her body freezing in place as the pain traveled all the way up her body. Suddenly instead of slipping gracefully outside to give the brat more punishment. Origa was instead falling back first onto the apron and then to the floor, all while holding her crotch in her hands and trying to soothe the pain, unintentionally rolling into a face down ass up position as her cheek pressed against the floor.

Fleeing the scene wouldn´t have made much sense in a no DQ scenario, that was slowly dimming into the mind of Gina. But she had only ever rarely wrestled a girl like the lewd big bunny and her fear crazed brain had told her to run as far and as fast as she good as she had been devastated and deconstructed in just two basic moves.

But Gina also was not stupid and realized quickly when a window of opportunity would open as had just happened right now when she had introduced the most private part of Origa to the ropes.

Grimacing in pain while holding her hurting back, she would put herself together mentally, step over to her opponent and heartily slap her butt with the palm of her hand before unleashing a flurry of kick into he sides of the other girl.
”That wasn`t nice!"
She grumbled loudly.

Origa hit the ground outside with a thud, her big body curling in on itself after Gina smacked the rope into her unprotected sex. The amazon had been in such a rush to chase after the fleeing tennis brat that she didn’t realize the danger until it was too late. Now instead of her continuing her revenge against the brat, she found herself on the ground trying to soothe the pain and a vengeful Gina marching up.

“Ahhnnn!” the amazon cried out as a spank rang across her upturned rear. A red mark already beginning to show as Gina proceeded to pelt the amazon with kicks to her sides. Each one getting a grunt and groan of pain as Origa was forced down by the brats foot each time she tried to get back up. The tables had turned and Origa needed to change things around quick before Gina took things to the next level.

Gina would have been petty enough to just spank her opponent into submission, and maybe that would even have worked. But so she wanted to branch out some strange kind of justice for getting handled like a sack of potatoes by the amazon, and so she had kicked her until she felt satisfied.

”Lets find out if I can squeeze out a familiar memory out of you."
With a snarling voice, she would try to mount her opponent as if she was a backpack, legs clamped around her waist. Still there was also a notable exception that a backpack would not try to size the breasts of the girl carrying it for the sake of its amusement.

Origa grunted and shouted with each vengeful kick Gina sent towards her. The tennis brat shouting at her like the amazon wasn’t absolutely justified in what she had done to her. Well Origa was determined to shatter that illusion as well as she would begin to ignore the pain and slowly pick herself up to her hands and knees. If she made it to her feet, then there was no question that the caramel giant would make the brat pay.

But then suddenly the kicks stopped, and before Origa could begin to wonder why, a weight fell onto her back. “Hey! Get offahhhnnnn!” The amazon began to shout, only to be cut off by a sudden moan. The reason for which being the tennis brats hands rubbing and fondling her breasts. Suddenly the giants journey to stand up stopped in its tracks as the pleasure momentarily overwhelmed her. Gina squeezing in all the most sensitive places that can only come with intimate knowledge of the amazons body.