Himiko vs Dallas - Flashing Longstars

“This, is what happens when you mess with a wrong… Ohhwaa?” Himiko was about to give her speech of her defined victory, only to get cut short when a similar pain was sent across her spine from… between her legs. The grin turned to expression of surprise, as Himiko looked down, only to see Dallas's arm, hitting right into her crotch, again. What’s even worse, that was the cowgirl’s strike bypassed Himiko’s only defence, the fabric of her attire, which made Himiko’s fragile flesh took the full force of punishment basically directly.

The disadvantage of the design of her attire was visible at that moment, the skinny and lacking fabric only made her crotch to receive extra and even more unbearable pain from this type of attacks. "Ah...ah...AHHHH!!" Himiko let out a hoarse screech, her instinct made her covered her injured crotch with both of her hands, while barely could move her legs to move backwards for some steps before the sharp pain made her lost her balance and fell on her knees. While kneeling on the ground, Himiko curled up her upper body which made her chest and head pressed onto the mat, both of her hands were still covering her crotch, unavailing massaging her nether region to try to easy the seemingly endless pain, “Grrr… aahh… ah…” as she panted and her entire body was shaking, tears rolling in her wide opened red eyes, face blushed because of both pain and embarrassment.

Given Dallas' obvious positioning behind the rambunctious imp, she certainly couldn't appreciate the look of gobsmacked dread spreading across Himiko's facials right about now as she started piecing together the clues behind the mystery as to why she's suddenly in abject agony. The spectrum of emotions must have been quite the sight considering Dallas' mighty arm remained nestled between her foe's quivering pale thighs for a good few seconds at least as the cowgirl continued taking haggard pants on her knees. The little goblin really did a number on the frazzled Texan in the relatively short amount of time she'd snatched control of the match out of Dallas' mitts. Just a shame she spent more time playing to the audience and talkin smack instead of gittin er' done, so to speak.

"...*pant*...What was that you were 'bout tah say? 'Fraid ah couldn't hear ya from down there, sugah..." Dallas remarked as she raised herself up after Himiko assumed the position everyone takes when they taken a stiff wallopin' right in yer cooch or yer yambags. Huddled over and soothin' yer achin nethers. "Normally I'd feel a tad rotten 'bout that, but I reckon you earned a lil of the ol' southpaw by now. Guessin it's time we started getting this show on the road, eh?" Dallas smirked as she shifted down to her knees and snugly seated her curvaceous backside on the back of Himiko's head, aiming to use this position to undo the snaps of the imp's attire until she was able to strip of it altogether. Dally flinging her foe's clothing to the side as she thwacked Himiko rump after rising back to her feet.

The pain was so unbearable that Himiko could only curl up onto the mat while listening to Dallas's speech, as she could only stay there and panting even when she could feel Dallas sat down right onto her head. The sudden pressure made Himiko felt her head was about to crack. However, her opponent was not planning to simply treat her head as a chair. "Wh... what are you..." In Himiko's horror, she felt Dallas's hands grabbed right onto her thin attire and started pulling them to the side, exposing her already barely covered skin to the air. As the cold wind started blowing her skin, Himiko blushed hard, "Stop... stop!" However, the endless pain on her crotch was still paralyzing the blonde, as she could only weakly shaking her body in a despair and useless resistance. Himiko was scared that how far Dallas would go with her action.

Sympathy kinda had to be checked at the door if Dallas was aiming to head back to her homestead as the winner tonight, but the cowgirl still couldn't help but feel a pang of regret once she eyed the quivering imp now adorned in nothing but her birthday suit. "Tarnation, dunno why yer so shaken bout losin' your clothes since ya were wearin so little in the first place. But hey, ya can quit anytime ya want darlin'. Otherwise I'm 'fraid to say it's only gonna git worse from here cupcake..." Dallas forewarned with a scowl before hauling Himiko up by her blonde locks and into a tightened front headlock, deftly hoisting petite gremlin into the air for what was seemingly a delayed vertical suplex. Except Dally aimed to pitch Himiko forward to have her adversary become crotched over the top rope, and all the abrasive friction to her nethers that comes with it.

"Iggh... ahhh... shut up... I will make... you... pay..." Hearing Dallas's mocking, Himiko tried to response with a threat between her panting, but she couldn't raise up her tone as her body was still fighting against the pain. "You... will... ggak!?" That was when Himiko felt Dallas grabbed onto her neck, tighten the arm into a headlock. The sudden pressure made Himiko gasp for air as she was pulled up, her light body weight only gave her opponent easier job to lift her up in mid air. "Put me down... put me down!" For the instinct Himiko moved both of her hands to grab onto Dallas's, in attempt to break free as she thought her opponent will deliver a suplex, smashing her head right onto the mat. However, instead of feeling her body falling backwards, she instead felt she was going right down to the same direction she was picked up... "GAAHH!?" Himiko's confusion was cut shot by a sudden realization that where Dallas was going to smash her onto, and before she could say anything, she was being smacked crotch first right onto the rope! "YYYYKKAAAHH!" Himiko screamed in agony as she felt the friction between the rope and now completely naked nether region, lack of any protection made the rope dug in between her lips, rubbing the sensitive inside. Himiko blushed heavily as tears formed in her eyes, she groaned while gasping, putting her hand onto the rope in front of her despairingly trying to maintain her balance to fight against the bouncing rope to prevent the material from digging into her womanhood deeper. She had no attention anymore to cover her naked body with her exposed chest and butt, with only her stockings and sleeves meaninglessly covering the skin on her limbs. Right now Himiko lost all her abilities to fight back, giving her opponent chance to do anything she wanted.

Dallas figured she wasn't doin nothin but spittin some facts when it came to Himiko gettin' right ornery about her tattered outfit now being scattered to the winds. The cowgirl just assumed the little nymph wouldn't be all that indignant bout' losin the string in her G-string attire because of how scandalous her outfit was tah begin with. But Dallas figured this was as good a time as any for the lil' pixie to chow down on some humble pie considerin' the chip she had on her shoulder going into this match. Being lighter than her bank account meant it was as easy as cake hefting Himiko yonder skyward. A brimming smirk burgeoning on her facials as she overheard the panicked yelps of her upside down wrestling partner, confident that she could keep Himi elevated till the cows came home...but opted to continue with her initial plan as she offered her adversary the most uncomfortable seat in the house.

Sympathetic groans sounding off around the arena for Himiko once she was straddling the top rope, although a fair few of them was enjoyin' the sight of the bare naked pixie's perky boobs while gettin' her lady bits grindin' up against the rope. Dallas, having lost track of her frilly skirt and was walkin' round with nothin but her panties and cowboy boots below her waist, started striding around in circles with a sassy hip sway to her steps. "Yee-Haw!!! Whaddya say wee see how long this cowpoke can last on her new stallion!!!" Dallas jubilantly hollered while twirling her index finger in the air as if it were a lassoing rope to echoed cheers from the audience before walking up few feet ahead of Himiko. "Alright, hope yer ready for a ride." The smirking cowgirl than emphatically jostling the top rope in her Buckin Bronco signature maneuver, a wave of bounces further tormenting Himi's nethers with enough strength to dislodge her if she didn't hang on tight.

Still trying to balance her exposed body while awkwardly riding on top of the rope, Himiko despairingly trying to minimize the friction between her completely unprotected crotch and the rope. "Igh... ahh... WAH...!?" Enduring the sensation on her nether region, Himiko heard Dallas's announcing her next move, and even before she could register what her foe was saying, she would feel the rope underneath her started bouncing rapidly. "RAAAHH!!" Himiko screamed in horror as the rope already digging slightly between her lips started going in deeper and deeper, until it was stuck into the most sensitive part of her region! The hard material rubbing her flesh sending waves of pain all over Himiko's body, as she couldn't handle how her first time was given to a rope in such a painful way. "STOP! AHHH! YAAHH!" Himiko's scream was pitiful and violence, her body was shaking while following the bounce of rope, her face turned into a expression of pain as tears dropped from her eyes, the blonde was stuck in such humiliating position as she could only get literally played by Dallas in front of all the audiences.

Dallas jostled and wavered the rope as if a mighty ocean wave had been swathed around the ring, but in reality, it was just the rambunctious cowgirl giving it her plucky darndest to make this horse ride one that the little imp won't soon forget. She figured that wouldn't be much of an issue since Himiko was only wearing her birthday suit and was experiencing the worst case of rope burn imaginable in the most excruciating of places, but the rules of the match dictated this was the only way to achieve victory. Dallas nevertheless felt pangs of regret from Himiko's weeping and thrashing about, and with one mighty bounce ceased her foe's torment. "Phew....yer one tough cookie, ya know that. 'Fraid to say that the ride's not over yet though, SugarPlum..." Dallas remarked with a smirk and pat on Himiko's backside as a sign of encouragement, but afterwards hefting the blonde off of the rope and laying her across the cowgirl's back before waltzing towards the middle of the ring. "C'mon now darlin, ready to say Uncle yet?!" Dally asked while pulling down on Himi's thigh and neck in a torture rack, crouching down into a few squats that worked her glutes and made use of her foe for some deadlifting exercises.

"Ghhg... ahhh...ah..." As the rope kept rubbing the poor girl's womanhood, sending all the terrible sensation all over Himiko's body, bouncing on the rope with her exposed body in an humiliated position, as that moment she couldn't even make out a word to respond Dallas's mockery. "Gahh?" Himiko would suddenly feel Dallas laid her hand on her shoulder, followed by feeling of being pulled up, "Whhaa!" Despite moved away from the rope, however her womanhood could still feel the pain left over inside her lips. Not wait for her to pay attention to her hurting crotch tho, Himiko's body was being bended over on Dallas's back in a torture rack! "AAAHHH!" Himiko scream as she felt her spine was being twisted over, while forcefully displaying her naked body to all the audiences, tears dripping down her eyes as the pain and humiliation was starting to be hard to take, how long will this tortute be?

Dallas had to give credit where it was due. Himiko was proving herself to be tougher than a two-dollar steak given all the punishment this little filly was racking up without any consideration being taken in just calling it quits already. Although it may not have appeared this way, the cowgirl was trying to offer some semblance of mercy towards the blonde-haired scamp by ending her straddling misery atop the tethered ropes and transitioning into something a little more traditional. No one would begrudge Himiko for submitting to a maneuver literally intended to torture her opponent, and Dally hoped the humiliation of the moment may be just what it takes to have her foe reign it in for the night. "Come on now, just call a submission already. Yer only makin it worse for yerself, lil philly..." Dallas exclaimed with a huffed breath, sharing in Himiko's sweat soaked warmth over her back as her muscles flexed and the referee checked for Himi's submission.