How shall you lose? Kanda Kaya vs Shad Owens.

There were entirely too many men in this division who felt that the way to humiliate a woman was simply to sexually over stimulate her as fast as possible until she simply could not take it anymore. Shad found though that was simply not the case, for it to truly work, you had to slow it down, take them apart piece, by piece. That way when they finally gave up, there was little doubt who was the dominant one.

Kanda was finding this out the hard way. Shad was taking this girl's confidence and slowly twisting until it snapped. After the initial spank, he let the sound reverberate throughout the arena as she made her reaction. He would then follow it up with one more, letting that one fade before switching it up, letting his finger tease the outside of her womanhood. "Tell me...how badly do you want it my dear?"

Kanda teetered over the middle rope, her dark hair hanging down outside of the ring as her toes scraped the mat inside. Her hands clutched the rope beside her hips, preventing herself from going out completely, but any attempt to pull herself back in only dragged her into the next humiliation. She pulled back and his hand slapped her ass again and again tore a gasping squeak from her throat. Stretching her long legs she found her footing and tried to pull herself back in once more, this time only finding a finger threatening to slide inside of her.

Her pussy was hot from the groping hands, and perhaps from her own humiliation, and her breath caught in her throat as she felt him against her outer petals. "No! In your sickest dreams!" She cried out in defiance and a shred of panic before resorting to desperate measures. Unable to back up with him so close behind she did the only thing she could, and went forward, through the ropes. Ass over tit she toppled forward, her hands still clinging to the middle rope, to leave herself dangling against the curtain. Her bottoms falling now fully around her ankles leaving her lean body bare for the hungry eyes of the crowd.

It seemed she chose to run. For a predator like Shad, that just made the final result all the sweeter. She still dangled there, nude body on full display, making his mouth water as he quickly contemplated his next move before leaping over the top rope to land cat-like behind her head, the front of his pants dropping down to reveal his shaft right in her face. His was not the monster that many others in tension possessed, but rather normal sized by comparison. But he still knew how to work it like a knife in the hands of an assassin. He grabbed her shoulders, both to steady her on the apron and to hold her in place. "How about you give it a little kiss there dear. Try anything funny and you will not like the results."

Kanda was feverishly trying to think of her next move as she hung on the outside of the ropes. Any next move, really. She wasn't used to being on the run like this and she was pretty sure she hated it. Maybe it was worth it to fully drop down just to regroup and then re-enter the ring in a better state. Then, of course, he might follow her to the outside and then there was all of the hazards being out of the ring to consider, timing out not being the least of which. Of course all of this was quickly rendered moot as Shad bounded over the ropes to practically straddle her face. His cock, large enough by Kanda's estimation, brushing against her face as he pushed her shoulders against the ropes.

Things had gone from bad to worse, and then to somehow worse. Her hands still gripped the middle rope to either side of her head as she stared up at Shad with a piercing glare. This was a decidedly unfamiliar situation for the kickboxer and so she resolved to fall upon an unfamiliar tactic: "L-like this?" taking in a breath, the air full of the smell of his skin, she did as she was told. Her lips wrapped around the tip of her dick with a gentle suction, her tongue tentatively flicking against the captured tip. She wasn't exactly an expert at giving head, having more experience being on the receiving end of oral, but maybe she was skilled enough to put him off his guard.

It was adorable, her reaction to his demand. His wife was the master of oral sex, he had early on in their marriage called her the "blowjob queen", a title she wore with honor now. Needless to say, he knew how good getting his shaft and head suck could be, and while she was definitely inexperienced, the innocence behind it brought its own charm.

Of course if she thought he would stop there she clearly did not know him as well as she did. Taking her head in his hands he began to guide her through the motions, letting the audience see exactly who it was leading this dance.

Kanda stared up at Shad scornfully as he grabbed her head and guided her mouth around his cock. He didn't exactly seem distracted by the sensation, but she hoped that it was enough to let her escape this humiliating predicament. Snorting and slurping loudly, saliva dribbling past her lips and down her chin to drip onto her breasts, she looked for the right moment. She wasn't really sure what she was waiting for and would quickly resolve to just go for it.

With weary arms she planted her palms on his hips and pushed back, intent on shoving him from the apron allowing herself to roll back under the ropes. Ideally, this would give her a minute to regain her bearings and turn around the momentum of this match. Of course there was a distinct possibility that she would either slip from the apron, as she's let go of the ropes, or that he would drag her off by the head. Then again, there was a possibility that he'd be unmoved and she'd be left to slowly sink down between his feet as her bare ass slipped off the apron.

With Kanda wrapped around his cock, being forced to give him a blowjob or else fall off the ring, it would have been embarrassing enough thst many would have given up right there. To her credit though she did not, which spoke of a deep root iron in her...shad really fid not like that. She even had fight left in her as she tried to push away. It was a weak move, but he let it happen. Many would have fought to keep her there and there was merit to thst strategy. But no, his way was to give them a taste of freedom...then quickly snatch it away. It broke them down more that way.

Shad let her roll back in the ring before vaulting over the ropes to hopefully land on top over her as she was rolling away. With any luck she would be on her back when he landed and that would allow Shad to once again grab her by that really pretty hair and bring her face and his shafylt close again. "I believe you left something undone."

Kanda's situation was precarious and her maneuver was equally desperate. She felt his hips move back as she pushed, his cock slipping from between her lips with an embarrassingly loud smacking sound leaving a trail of saliva to stretch between them and fall down her chin. With a gasp she twisted and scrambled backward, more of a flop than a dignified roll back into the ring. Tumbling onto her back with a dull thwap she sprawled out on the mat, gasping for breath and struggling to regain her bearings and push herself back into a defensible position. This endeavor, however, was cut short as his weight came down on top of her and pressed her shoulders back down to the mat beneath his hips.

A yelp of pain escaped her lips as she was seized by her dark tresses and her face was pulled back towards his spit-slick cock. "Ugh, n-no! I think you've had enough fun..." Though she was quickly running out of steam, her muscles feeling the fatigue of constantly being put on the retreat, she curled her hips up and reached out her long, tan legs to try and hook them beneath his arms. With luck she could drag him backwards and reverse their position... then again he might just drag her with him by the hair, or she might just get caught curled up in a little ball around him. But it was a risk she had to take.

Had enough fun? There was no such thing, especially when it came to taking down the competition. Kanda had set the stage and now he was performing on it, his unwilling co-star putting up less and less resistance as he kept her on the retreat. Though she did find a way to fight back, slipping her legs under his guard and under his arms. He felt her apply muscles to push him back, but he was on top and in a better position, so he would attempt to pull her legs forward, ending up with a matchbook pinkish him on top. "Such a fine ass deserves to be seen by everyone, wouldn't you agree?"

Kanda curled up her body to try hooking Shad's shoulders only to have the man seize her legs and shove her all the way over, folding her lean body in half until her knees hit her own chest. Pinned beneath him, his cock still dangling threateningly or perhaps enticingly, above her, with her naked ass raised into the air behind him. The hold was the first thing to register in her mind, and his words reminded her that she was now fully exposed to the crowd and cameras alike.

A shrill gasp tore from her lips "No!" Her modesty taking over she bucked and wriggled and squirmed frantically beneath him to try and free herself, to cover her ass or her bare pussy, but she wasn't thinking tactically. She pushed and pulled and bounced recklessly, doing little to free herself but wasting a lot of energy. Sweat was already glistening on her skin as she grew steadily weaker with every hold and humiliation. Obviously she did not like being put on display like this, again...