Kaija Laine vs. Mariah Burste - Happy Anniversery

”Come on. Come on, just…” Mariah made an attempt at pushing her way up, only for her body to utterly fail halfway and drop her back on her face, flopping against the mat. ”Oh, come the fuck on!”

Her body was being annoyingly unresponsive, and it wasn’t simply because it had been slammed the canvas like a rusty nail. It wasn’t the pain, but the pleasure that was wearing her out. The orgasm, the teasing, the relentless offense coming from Kaija, it was creating this toxic cocktail that was leaving her breathless and utterly drained. She was a weakened shell of the woman who’d come down the ramp a few minutes earlier, and it was startling to see how bad she was how quickly it got there. Was Kaija just that good, or was Mariah’s rust just that bad?

She didn’t like the answers that came to her head, didn’t like the implications, and she didn’t like the sound of Kaija coming her way or the words that were coming out of her mouth. She struggled as the woman grabbed her ankle, thrashed about as much as she could, but it didn’t amount to much at all. She might as well have been a lifeless body for all the difference it made to her opponent, and the kick to her ribs only reinforced that notion, making her gasp and cough and leaving her to retch on the floor while the heel ground into her body.

That alone would’ve been bad enough, but as Mariah was starting to learn about Kaija, ‘enough’ was never ‘enough’ for her. She took her legs draped them over her shoulder, and for a moment it looked like she was trying to set up some new hold. And she likely was, too, but there was a pit stop along the way.

”Waitwaitwait what are you-” Mariah let out a ragged moan as her pussy was invaded once again, the third trespass. Even with all the action that had happened down there, she was able to rouse her up again, all while she continued to bend Mariah like a bow. It took her a moment, but the horror set in when she realized what this woman was going for - an Argentine Leg Lock, and a special variation at that.

A shrill cry rang out across the ring as she was lifted up in an impression show of power and cruelty, her legs pushed further and further to the breaking point while her pussy was pushed further and further to a climax. A part of her wanted to give in, tap and end all this, but a larger part refused. If this was Sayumi or Haruka or some woman she liked, or almost anyone else, she wouldn’t have cared so much. But to this bitch? Never. She couldn’t give her the satisfaction.

The overwhelming display of cruelty and intemperance by the rookie heel was astonishing to say the least. Some in the crowd were left gasping in shock, most were wincing in sympathy for Mariah’s plight, others still were hollering in delight as Kaija prepared to obliterate what little was left of her opponent’s dignity. With a few more grunts of concentrated effort, she was able to maintain the hold while lifting her opponent a few inches off the ground, ensuring that all her force was directed upwards against the natural bend of her opponent’s bodies.

In all honesty, she was surprised her opponent wasn’t tapping and begging for release right here and there. If there was anything remotely complimentary that she could say about Mariah, it was that the veteran sure had an iron will, not that she would ever verbally admit that to her of course. Tonight was all about breaking the willpower and body of her blonde opponent, and even if she tried to resist all she wants, eventually one of those was going to break. The way things were currently going through, it seems like Kaija was determined on making it both.

“C'mon blondie, I just want one last taste before I end you for good, alright?” Kaija whispered, deciding to ramp up her intense stimulation of Mariah’s pussy into overdrive. She slipped both fingers in between Mariah’s fold,  not even bothering with the usual ramping up of pleasure and instead opting to dive straight in with the finger blasting. She started off hard and deep, her knuckles slapping furiously with the outside of her pussy as she dug the entire length of her middle and index fingers in a deep, pumping motion.

She could feel her opponent’s juices already beginning to leak out, just begging to spurt out in one last explosive release. Kaija began laughing wickedly, relishing in every twitch of her opponent’s muscles as her opponent’s body began to writhe in stimulatory overload. She smiled, almost mad at herself for coming into this match thinking it was an insult to her honour. She hadn’t had this much fun destroying a bitch in years, and  Mariah was making it a real treat. All on her debut as well. She had almost forgotten about that other bitch. She was probably glued to her screen, mortified at the sight of what Kaija was doing to her loved one. The thought itself was enough to make Kaija wet, and a few moans of her own began to slip out as she neared the explosive finish of her ruthless drilling of Mariah’s pussy.

”Come on, Mariah, tap.” Bubbles was on her knees before the television screen, eyes glued to it like she was cast in a spell. ”Just tap! Damn it!”

She had been in this position for the past few minutes, watching as her wife was demolished, broken down, crushed by Kaija. It wasn’t like anything she’d seen in the AFW before, a way of fighting that was far rough than what she would’ve expected from a hentai match. The league did have some strong hentai wrestlers, but few of them were this brutal, this cruel. The woman was strong, a bundle of muscle with malicious intent, and she was forcing it all on Mariah, a woman who hadn't wrestled an official match in years. It wasn’t even close to being a fair fight, and everyone could see that. Her wife had to see it.

So why wasn’t she giving up? Ending this? Pride? Stubbornness. She couldn't possibly think Bubbles would want to see this. Right now, more than anything, she just wanted this stop, and it was too clear that Kaija wouldn’t be the one to make that happen.

The truth was, Mariah wasn’t even sure why she wasn’t giving up herself. Her body definitely wanted to, so awash with pain and pleasure that her voice was turning into a horrid mix of moans and shrieks. There was no way to get free of a move like this, no way to get to the ropes. She was at Kaija’s mercy - or would’ve been, if she had an ounce of it.

There was no escaping this, and there was no stopping nature - Kaija wanted another orgasm, and she was going to get it. Mariah bit her lip, strained, tried to fight, but she couldn’t stop it anymore than she could hold back the tide. She came once more, squirting out all over her foe’s probing fingers and staining the canvas beneath them. ”Ah, fuck!” She let out heavy, panting breaths. ”There, you crazy bitch! You got it, let go!”

Mariah's body was like an instrument in Kaija's grip. Each strum and pluck of her fingers elicited moans from the girl's mouth, each tightening of her leg forced cries from between her lips. She was taking in so much joy from her utter destruction of her opponent, she had nearly lost track of how long she kept the hold. She hadn't even tired all that much from it, and if the rules weren't so stringent, she was pretty sure she would have kept up the hold far beyond whenever Mariah broke and finally started begging for mercy.

She felt the woman's body submit simultaneously with her satisfying orgasm. Her juices spurt out once again, coating her invading fingers and leaving a sizeable mess on the canvas beneath them. Her body was left slump and expired in the hold, fully shutting down upon the realization that there was simply no getting out of this. Despite the obvious destitute of her situation, Mariah refused to verbally submit.  Kaija kept the hold for a few seconds longer, hoping that Mariah would use it to finally give in. When she didn't, Kaija let out an annoyed scoff and finally released the hold, dropping the blonde with a rough shove downwards on the mat.

She rose to her feet, flexing her muscles to the crowd before sticking her fingers into her mouth and tasting one last sampling of the woman. "Mmmm, thanks for the seconds" She said with a wink, flicking her wrist to get the rest of the juices of her fingers. The hold on it's own would have been enough to end the match all together, but stubbornly, Mariah refused. Kaija couldn't help but sneer down at her handiwork. She had numbed this woman to the point where he body and mind were at odds as to whether or not to submit. Too paralyzed by pain but at the same time too fueled by anger. It looked like Kaija was going to have to make the decision for her.

She bent down in a squatting position by Mariah's head, roughly yanking the woman up by her her so that she was forced to face the cruel woman. She yanked her up even further until her lips met her own, invading her own mouth with one last passionate kiss before releasing the hair grab at the ref's behest and throwing her face down into the mat. "No wonder you haven't given in yet, I've still left that pretty face of yours in tact. Let's fix that." Kaija said as she positioned herself in front of the downed blonde. She looped her firm arms in between Mariah's floppy ones, dragging her upwards until she was forced to stand slumped onto Kaija's chest but still shakily on her feet.

With a devious smile, Kaija bent her knees and sprung her momentum upwards and into her arms to propel Mariah up into the air while still in Kaija's grasp. She flipped the larger woman until she was completely upside down with her legs swinging high above Kaija. With a loud wary cry, she throw her arms downwards, propelling Mariah's at frightening speeds face first into the cum-stained canvas in her horrifying finisher, a Pretty-Face Buster!

Mariah’s brain was a mess, a mishmash of conflicting emotions, so wrapped up in pain and pleasure and shame and disgust and rage and despair that she didn’t know up from down anymore. As she languished in Kaija’s hold, a thousand thoughts ran through her mind, few of them making any sense. It was like her brain cells were holding a conference, and few of them could come to any consensus on what to do with the situation. Some part of her advocated for giving up, others wanted to fight on, others still hatched crazy ideas of making a comeback, and a few didn’t even seem to know where she was.

When Kaija released her, she fell to the mat in a slump, laid there, lifeless and unmoving. She quivered a few times, shook, twitched, and the referee began to move over and check on her - an action she reconsidered and cancelled when Kaija came over and crouched besidIt wae her.

”Let me-” Mariah’s muttered protests were muffled when Kaija seized her head and pulled her in for a rough, forceful kiss, a taste that she’d grown familiar with. She tried to turn her head away, even a little, but had no success on that front, lacking even that much energy. When she released, she flopped back down to the position she had started in, breathing hard to refill her lungs.

It was a momentary respite, the briefest lull, and it didn’t last. Her eyes shot open as Kaija moved and seized her arms, lifting her up with that unreal strength of hers. Head shaking, legs kicking, she was hoisted up, upside down, held like a prized trophy. A truly mortifying experience, but that was the furthest thing on Mariah’s mind right now. She was too concerned with where this move was clearly going. ”No, don’t-”

Kaija did. All Mariah could do was look on in horror as the canvas rushed to meet her face, and then her entire world went black. When the lights came back on, a wave of pain washed over her as she laid there, trembling in a puddle of her own juices.