Clyde Gastin Vs. Abigail Le Grande (Complete)

Clyde felt Abigail's cute, flawless face sliding against his taut abs. The sensation made him blush as he felt her shuddered breath teasing his skin. Nonetheless, he had to resume punishing her and brought up the rookie as her sneakers squeaked on the canvas during the pull to the center of the ring before going waist to waist with her and crushing her slender, tight body!!

"Hhhnn!!" Clyde flexed on Abigail, feeling her stomach slide against his body during the squeeze and struggle as his cheeks flared red.

"Give up!" He ordered during their struggle, his feet shifting as her sneakers kicked and squeaked against the canvas, his member stirring against her thigh as the two tangled with eachother. Like a beast he was trying to ravage her with in this clutch even as she pushed her head back. Her glancing strikes making him grunt and then growl with a bit of excitement. It burned his chest good and he liked their struggle as she pushed his head back and flailed at him with useless strikes while he drained her...

"C'mon babe! That the best ya g-Aaauhh!!" Clyde's exposed chest finally let Abigail clap him with a stiff, rattling chop that made Clyde's knees shake and buckle, his grip on Abigail trembled as he bent backwards with her blow like he was about to fall over, only just barely remaining standing as his grip on her went loose. Clyde was teetering as his arms hung and his chest burned.

The resounding crack of her chop got a noticeable reaction from the audience as well as Clyde. She couldn't help but let out a pained, breathless laugh as she cut him off half sentence. It was enough that his grip on her faltered, just a bit. Her feet finally were on the ground now, so that was a start. She continued to drive her forearm into his chin, trying to wedge them apart until finally, she was able to rip herself backward out of his grasp, taking a few stumbling steps back, she teetered on her heels almost falling over. When she found her balance she charged forward, attempting to hit Clyde with a quick short arm clothesline.

“How about that, babe.” She snorted, raising her leg up. Had he gone down from the clothesline she would throw her weight down into paying him back for the bearhug with a few hard stomps before composing herself again. With a soft huff, as she caught her breath, she would fix the straps of her leotard, circling Clyde like a buzzard about to swoop in to pick a carcass clean.

Stunned and reeling from the stiff chop. Both Clyde and Abigail were teetering but it was the spunky rookie that managed to charge foward and take Clyde’s head off a short clothesline that cut Clyde under his jaw!!

“UGHHNNHH!!” The blow flattened him. Sprawled out on the canvas, his chest rose and fell slowly until a series of hard stomps made his limp form jerk up with each blow.

“Uhh! Ah!! Uuuhn!!” After her stomps, he settled back on the mat, groaning as he was circled and preyed upon… The dazed cowboy slowly sitting up and trying to crawl to his knees and stand up if allowed…

Abigail made a face down at Clyde as he started to crawl to his feet. She circled behind him and brought her feet up, placing the sole of her sneaker on his shoulder, and just leaned in, at least until her weight was enough to drop him to his hands and knees. She’d move with him if he tried to crawl away and attempt to shove him back down if he decided to try standing up. She busied herself with working the clasp of her choker, slipping the garment off. She stepped forward, bowlegged to put Clyde beneath her legs, and sat on his back, riding on top of him like he was a horse.

“You liked my choker so much, I’ll let you borrow it.'' She gave the back of his head a hard smack with her hand before slipping the choker around his neck, trying to secure it around his throat. She’d slip her fingers underneath it from the back of his neck, keeping a firm grip on it. Reaching back, she tried to crack her palm against Clyde’s backside, giving him a hard spank. “Giddy up, cowboy!”

“Gaah-Uhhh…” Clyde was on his hands and knees when the teen firecracker put her sneaker on his back like she conquered him. Clyde’s body quivered and shook under Abigail’s sneaker. Keeping him still and docile on his hands and knees like a good dog as he flushed with humiliation. She

“Ahck! Hey!” He felt her taut thighs clutch his body and her tight little rump settling on his back!  She was riding him! The crowd roared with approval!! He was about to buck her off right there but a swift slap scrambled his senses!

Then he felt that leather choker pull around his neck and he grunted, trying to shake it off but all he heard was a ‘click’.

Did she… Collar him?  The choker was on him now!! What the hell!?

Clyde’s face flushed deep red with humiliation. His heart raced and his knees buckled from this lewd display as his ass got cracked.

“Ahhn!!” He yelped and kneeled up from his knees! He was spurred by embarrassment, frustration and his orders as he tried to buck her off like a wild bronco! Trying to shake and kick and buck Abigail off as he crawled around the ring trying to send her off!! There was no way this was happening… no way this brat was doing this to him! No way this spunky little hottie was trying to domesticate his ass in public! He wouldn’t let her!!

“Whoa there!” Abigail let out a laugh as she was nearly thrown, planting her feet on the canvas for a brief moment before dropping her weight back down across him. He was probing pretty wily, that was for sure, but there was no way he was going to buck her. Every time it looked as if she was about to lose her balance she simply planted her feet and resitiated herself. All the while she gave the collar a hard tig each time he tried to disobey her or a slap on his ass if he stopped moving. While she had never broken a horse before for her father’s circus, she was sure things were close.

It was all fun and games for her, riding Clyde around the ring, letting him tire himself out fighting to get her off of him. Their match had devolved into a strange stage show, but both the young rookie and the crowd seemed delighted by it all the same. Even the referee wasn't exactly sure what to do with this and had sequestered themselves to a distant corner of the ring while they watched everything play out.

This was… Beyond Humiliating for Clyde… The rookie rode him out! With every buck and shake she gave, she just rode him. Setting her sneakers down and dropping her ass him, tugging that choker made his head roll upwards with harsh tugs that made him swoon! He fought hard to buck her off but she remained on him and Clyde was tiring himself out…

And if he tried to stop… She cracked his ass! “Ahh…! Ahh! Ah!” He yelped and kept trotting along as his cheeks burned with humiliation at the emasculating display, the crowd was cheering and hollering, the women were screaming and loving it. Clyde hung his head as he tried to hide his embarrassment… But between him and Abigail, she had his whole body burning hot in a feeling he couldn’t quite understand or describe.

After a few more choker tugs and spanks, Clyde was panting with a loled out tongue. He slowly trotted around the ring, worn down and exhausted after failing to buck Abigail. He felt like a broken horse as he followed her orders and became docile…

“Good boy.” Abigail flashed a smirk, wishing she had a treat to give Clyde for his performance. After a brief pause, a thought occurred to her, leaving her blinking a few times before smiling. Perhaps she could do just that while practicing just as she had intended. She let her fingers slip from her grip on the collar, sliding her hand down along his shoulder and hooking her forearm around Clyde’s neck. She gave him a tug as he leaned her weight off of him, pulling him up onto his knees before dropping herself back to the mat in a sitting position, dragging him along with her to sit with his back up to her with an arm around his neck.

She kicked her legs around his waist and planted her heels between his legs, extending them out to the side to catch his thighs and spread them with her legs. Her grip on his neck was constricting, but not enough to choke him out, not yet at least.  With a soft giggle, she held out a hand from under one of his arms, making sure he could see it. She turned it over as if performing a magic trick, showing she had nothing hidden away in her palm. With a playful wiggle of her fingers, she brought her hand back to his chest.

She pushed her fingers against his pectorals, working it slowly down his abs until it reached the top of his wrestling bottoms. She hugged him close to her with the arm around his neck, pressing her bodying up against him. “Would you believe this is only my second official match?” Abigail whispered into Clyde’s ear as she slowly slipped her fingers past the waistband of his trunks.

Clyde felt a rush of pleasure being called a good boy. Exhausted and feeling overwhelmed, something made him shudder when Abigail acknowledged him.  His fighting spirit had certainly been demoralized on top of being out ridden… He followed Abigail’s grip and tug that put him down fully on his knees and fully up against the teen clyde tamer..

“Uhhhhhh….” He moaned wearily. Dazed and worn down. He complied and melted against Abigail as her legs coiled around his own wnd spread them out wide, making him slump into her. Her cute girlish giggle flustered and embarrassed him as he watched her hand dance in front of him before she settled upon his chest, where her fingers worked his toned chest

“A-Ah….Oohh…” Clyde cooed as he melted to her touch, panting hotly, slowly as her hand traveled down his toned abs to his waistband … The redhead pressed into him and Clyde felt her ample bust press to his back.

“Uhh~” Clyde swooned as she hugged him close and he slumped into Abigail. His head falling back into her shoulder as Abigail whispered the truth to him and further humiliated Clyde, letting him know he was bring conquered by this completely brand new teenage rookie and he was her plaything. He was lewdly demoralized and completely turned on as finally, her fingers slipped past trunks.

There, Abigail would feel the sensation she created as Clyde’s cock was fully erected. The mast fat and throbbing as the blonde was moaned against her.

“Oo-oohh… Oohh…” His mouth hung open and his tongue had tongue from his mouth as his head lay back on her shoulder.

“No need for this I guess, you aren't even fighting back anymore,” Abigail murmured to herself, clearly amused. The arm around his neck loosened, resting it around his shoulder. Her forearm dangled down across her chest while her hand idly rubbed at his chest, occasionally flicking at his nipple with a finger. She rested her chin on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck playfully as he leaned into her.

Without any defense to stop her, she slipped her fingers down into his waistband, her hand blindly feeling around, bumping up against his erection. She made a soft, thoughtful sound as she turned her hand over, running her fingers gently down along its length before slipping them around it fully. Her eyes shifted to watch Clyde carefully as she tried giving it a gentle squeeze, then running her hand up and down along its length. Clearly experimenting and trying to see what seemed to work best. Despite being a novice at this sort of thing, her touch was warm and inviting.

“You’re already sorta sticky huh?”  She mused out loud, letting her grip ride up to the tip of his length, rolling her thumb over the tip. “How’s this? Any pointers blondy?”