For The People In The Back

“HHUUUUUUUAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! FUCK!!”

Savannah didn’t quite know how that last orgasm could be any more significant than the previous four. The thing is, it all happened way too quick. A moment ago, she had held Sofia’s body in such a dominant manner that she thought that she had finally defeated her. Now, their positions were reversed, Savannah finding herself quivering on the floor with the fellow Brit. Sofia was staring straight at her womanhood before she used the nearest foot to pleasure her mercilessly, and Savannah mewled out loudly, pleasure coursing through her body despite the pain around her knee. Her mind was overwhelmed by lust, and despite her attempt to resist it, it was simply useless. Especially as Sofia cranked that heel hook, prodding those toes into the dripping sex. Savannah practically begged. And she was a proud woman not to do something like that. But the pleasure and pain combo was too much this late into the match. To no avail, Savannah tried to get herself out of this predicament, but Sofia seemed adamant to make the fellow Briton hers, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her resistance was dismantled in short order, and it was only a matter of time before Sgt. Valentine was brought to orgasm.

“Nnnaaaaugghh, ohmygod...fuck me…” Savannah was slowly losing her mind at this point, reaching the point of no return as she gushed her juices all over Sofia’s foot. “Hahhh...fucking hell, just...nnhhh...stop….” Her body shivered as she came hard, her eyes rolling up. Once her orgasm subsided, she became a trembling wreck, her brain turning into mush. "Mnnnggnnn..." Meanwhile, Sofia simply basked in the climax as Savannah’s final barrier broke. Despite most of her muscles almost liquefied by her humiliating orgasm, she still had the strength to hold on to the heel hook. Sofia bit her lip in ecstasy as she bathed in the sweeter-than-honey sensation of sexually overwhelming her fellow countrywoman. The blonde noblewoman didn't even try to drink from Savannah's fountain. Instead, she lavished in the sergeant’s shame as she erotically sprayed it all over her body. She threw her head back and moaned as she finally heard Savannah cast aside her pride and beg like a mutt. With that being enough, she stopped cranking the hold. But while she stopped twisting that leg, she didn’t let go. Significantly as she rose to her feet, grabbing the other leg as a result.

“Mmmm...such a shame, almost had me.” Sofia taunted with a cruel smirk as she stepped between her foe’s legs, brought her foot up and pressed it up between her legs, stroking her most sensitive spot with her toes, fishing for a reaction. Soon as her sole pressed on the sore pussy, Savannah roused. “Ohohoho~. Now, what’s this?” That was an apparent reaction from her opponent - if she could even call her that, at this point. More of a response than she expected, given how groggy Savannah seemed to be - had she struck gold here? Stumbled on a favourite spot? That was interesting. While a part of Sofia was tempted to drag this out, make her suffer for a while as punishment, more exciting options were beginning to present themselves.

She gripped the sergeant by the ankles, lifting her legs 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. Sofia gave Savannah 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. Savannah’s jaw clenched, teeth gritted as Sofia fell back and cinched the figure-four leglock, her hands curled into a fist on the mat. Savannah screamed and thrashed, clawing at the mat. She 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 Sofia 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.” Sofia settled into the hold as Savannah seemed to accept her fate, working her foot more and more. She found the key to such things 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. Sofia’s toes manipulated her sex skillfully, increasing the production of sex fluids.

Savannah was getting wetter and faster. It was all taking its toll on the proud sergeant, so much that Savannah’s mind focused on bucking her hips in response to the masterful playing of her pussy. Her crotch thrust on her foot as if impaling herself with a spear, finding its rhythm to pleasure herself and manufacture her downfall. Even if it hurt her, it didn’t matter if she got what she wanted—an orgasm. And there it comes like a raging flood, offering up her juices in a massive burst, exploding onto Sofia’s foot like a geyser, coating the foot that had masterfully played it like an instrument. Her body shuddered, releasing another orgasmic gift up to Sofia, moaning out loud as her legs quivered within the painful leg lock.

How many people had Sofia driven to orgasms in her life? Many. More than she could and cared to count, that was for sure. 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. Sofia suspected she would remember Ms. Valentine 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 Sofia was all too willing to fill herself as she thrust her hips up and drove her crotch against the trapped foot. Her juices were beginning to stream away, something that Savannah 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 just on your way to becoming a lovely pet. Now…”

Sofia 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 Savannah.

”...submit.”

The sexual battle was reaching the end, both women had took each other to the limit and even further than that the crowd was enjoying every little second of it. Ready to see the end of such a sexual war, they were waiting in abated breath to see if Savannah was going to submit from the sexual punishment! The rumblings was getting louder in anticipation but quickly the mood of the crowd changed, their attention and focus being swept away from underneath them as they saw a white haired woman racing down to the ring with the Hentai Championship in hand.

Ari shot right into the ring, slipping underneath the ropes as she tossed her belt to the side as she quickly popped up. She was not interested in letting this match finish as she raced at the arching Sofia, who barely had any time to really realize what was going on until she was punted right in the chest, punting one of the brits to the mat in painful fashion.

But her violence was not just focused on Sofia, after punting her to the mat and after the thunderous crack echoed out, she turned her attention to Savannah on the mat, still writhing in pleasure as a cruel smirk curled on Ari’s lips, taking a few quick steps back before throwing herself into the air and looking to crush Savannah underneath her with a senton, cutting off their high on pleasure with the swift cold feeling of pain.

In most cases, Savannah didn't want to admit it. But her body was telling what is pretty evident that anything she could say would be a flat out lie. It was nearing the end of this sexual battle, and her fellow countryman was set to fully break the woman, both in body, mind and spirit. Sofia was lost in the moment, so swept up in it all that she didn't need to worry about anything else other than absolute domination over a foe in sexual combat. Sofia 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. Savannah would have tapped. She should have tapped. If anyone else was in this position, they would accept the inevitable.

So having someone interrupt this brought so much mixed feelings to the Sergeant. At first, she didn't know what just happened, but the crippling pressure relented, and she fell to the wayside. After such pleasure and pain mixed into a sweet cocktail, she wasn't cognizant to recognize what is going on. Sofia, however, simply felt something struck her chest and let out a croaked scream of pain. She rolled to one side, clutching her chest as the pain brought her back to reality and her own fatigued body.

That isn't to say Savannah is getting out of it easy. The ashen-haired woman set her eyes onto the beaten woman on the floor after that kick nearly broke some ribs. The pain around her legs could have cancelled out taking a senton, but the crushing landing of Ari took more air out of the Sergeant. Savannah simply writhed on the ground, her pussy sobbing as it didn't yet get its glorious release. All while Sofia rolled onto her front, clutching her chest, coughing out. Her head lifted from the ground to see the woman that interrupted everything. The pain was secondary to how much rage she had for this woman to interrupt it all.

"You...how...cough...dare...you...nnngggnn..."

Crashing down on Savannah with her back, Ari smashed down as hard as she could and forced out all the air in the brit. The crushing impact was felt through the back of Ari, feeling her victim buckle underneath her as Ari popped up into a seated position. Her smile was twisted and rabid as she looked over her shoulder, her white hair draped over one side of her face as it left only one eye visible to look at her work of the suffering Savannah as her pussy was dripping with her juices.

Flicking her head to whip her hair out of her face, she rose up to stand over Savannah, not even dignifying her with a response as she reached down, grabbing a handful of that sweat soaked hair to raise her off of the mat, keeping her propped up on her own butt to open another angle of attack as Ari lifted her leg, tucking it in as she grabbed her foot.

Pulling back as she positioned her hips upwards, she snapped her leg forward releasing her foot to give a stiff and fast kick to the back of Savannah’s head, unleashing a Switchblade kick into her victim!

Savannah was crushed underneath the 2x Hentai Champion that she couldn't bring out a word. Then again, she wasn't as conscious to recognise that Ari, the current champion, just landed hard on top of her. She shared the audience’s confusion as they had no idea why the former WAM lover would interfere in such a random match. Seeing Ari this aggressive was a change that many were not expecting from her. And yet, this wasn't the end for what Ari had in store.

Taking out the Sergeant meant that Ari's attention would all be on the noblewoman, expressing her anger, despite having her chest caved in. At least it felt like that when Ari kicked her. Many couldn't tell just where Ari got such skills, considering she has been a hentai grappler first and foremost. That continues to remain a mystery as the ashen-haired woman came round to focus on Sofia. Of course, there was no chance for any sort of answer, which angered the noblewoman even more—especially as she found her hair being grabbed at, raised off the mat on all fours. What Ari had in mind seemed something big, shown once that leg is pulled back. The crowd instantly knew just what it was as this was the same kick that she used to interfere with the Triple Threat Match at Summer Splash.

That same kick smashed into the back of her head like a baseball bat made out of titanium. The impact itself knocked Sofia out before the sickening thud down the floor face first. Sofia laid there unmoving, wholly detached from the world and into the land of unconsciousness, which is probably a better fate than what Savannah is feeling at the moment.