Sean vs Layne (Complete)

Sean lets out a grunt and huff due to Layne 's attack on his inner thigh again. He suddenly felt his ankle anchored and his legs being forcefully spread apart against their will. Sean grits his teeth preventing from crying out in pain while his chest, now visible through the white fabric, tensed up revealing his Greek like inner beauty. Sean moves his hands around while his head moved from one side to the next trying keep from yelping in pain. At the same time, he tries to force his legs closed against Layne's own strength. His hands reach out for something to use as a weapon to get her off of him.

Layne felt him tugging on his own leg trying to close up and lessen the pain and struggled to keep it open... Although it wasn't as wide as before, she hoped that in his own fight to get his legs closed he would strain muscles. Then she noticed him looking around for weapons, with a low growl she'll step off of his ankle to drive a kick into his inner thigh again before trying to turn him over into a single leg boston where it would be nearly impossible for him to use a weapon effectively.

Instead of lowering herself down, she'll keep as upright as possible... Pulling his leg up as high as she can under her armpit so as to make the threat from a back heel with the other foot pretty low

Sean grunted upon feeling the leg getting kicked again and felt himself turned over for the single leg crab. His back started to get stretched from the attack and the leverage was high making it difficult for him to move. He felt like a fly trapped in a spiders web. What could he do? The first thing that came to his mind was trying to get out of the hold. Still not screams came out of his mouth, so he tried to see if he could slip out of her submission hold by tugging his leg she had under her arm while his other leg started kicking around. He groaned for a second catching his breath trying to ignore the pain. He felt like a wounded helpless animal, unable to fight back no matter what he does.

Layne growled and gave his leg a sharp twist at the ankle, applying more pressure to the half boston. Still up on her feet rather then sitting herself down onto his back, Layne will try to shuffle a little forwards to drag his body against the rough unforgiving gravel floor. She kept going until she reached a folded steel chair, position his body right over it in the hold, she'll then finally drop down as hard as she can into the sitting position on the small of his back... Stretching his body and pushing him down into the uncomfortable folded steel chair below him

Sean gritted his teeth while she continued to apply pressure. The rain crashing even harder while he was being dragged along the surface. He tried to twist and turn to escape the hold she had while his free leg tried to knock her off balance. Using what strength he had to escape the hold. But the surface of the gravel wasn't very forgiving to his body. His leg which she held on to still continued to flail around in her arms trying to slip out, while the other still attempting to trip her before she could reach what she was going for, but, he felt a sharp pain in the small of his back when she sat on him pressing his chest and face against the steel chair. He felt himself starting to get a little flustered, feeling so helpless without any remorse. What could he do? The Steel Chair, now beneath him giving more pain to his body and face, and Layne still applying pressure on his battered leg and sitting on his chest and face. More pain to deal with. He was definitely going to feel that in the morning.

Trying to clear his head, Sean tried to think. She was sitting against him so his chest and his face were against the steel chair while still holding the single leg crab. The question that came to mind with him was, what could he do to get her off of him? His hands reached out to feel her form looking for something to tug on. He didn't know exactly what he was hitting and at the same time, he wasn't sure if a swift kick would be able to get her off. First, he needed to find something on her form to grab ahold of. He felt like she was starting to take it personally.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, Layne released the hold and threw his leg down heavily against the wet gravel floor. She moved up from the straddle position only to jump up into the air and try to ram her butt down hard into his back, sandwiching him against the steel chair underneath.. Her big breasts bouncing under her vest as she landed down and growled out a deep huff at the same time

Sean tried to spare the moment to catch his breath after the submission was released. However, that moment of solitude was once again interrupted by a sudden forceful attack on Sean's back region. He felt the cold steel press hard against his front side while Layne sandwiched him. If he could only figure out a way to get things turned about. Though at the moment, it seemed like Layne wasn't letting up. So, all he could do was take it and wait for an opportune moment to throw things into his favor. He nearly yelped from the vicious attack but tried to keep himself from screaming. Right now, there wasn't much more he could do.

Layne rested down in pretty much a full sitting position for a moment before getting up and stepping over him, aiming a quick but sharp stomp down right for the small of his back where he had taken quite a bit of pressure in the half boston crab. She then will try to use her toe to kick his body over onto his back and sliding the chair away from under him as she did, the metal skittered and scrapped across the wet abrasive floor and the sound made her decide to go after it, collecting up the steel chair that had been under him as he lay on his back

Sean panted somewhat trying to catch his breath and felt another sharp pain in his back from Layne's foot nailing him in the focal point she worked on. He was slowly turned around sprawled unable to move for a moment. His hands slowly moved about searching for some leverage to get himself to his feet. Though depending where his hands moved, may end up hitting key sex points on the female anatomy. Though not much could be done other than that. Brushing her chest, her inner thighs, her womanhood. He slowly rolled around to get to his feet if he could. His hands still looking for something to help him to his feet.

His hand slid up her bare inner thigh to the denim cut offs and the back of his hand brushed against her leg right breast, making it wobble a bit. Whether it was intentional or not, Layne made no comment towards it. She wasn't shyed away by such bodily contact considering the indecencies she'd already been through in her life, instead she just concentrated on the steel chair she now held in her hand..

Layne patiently waited for Sean to get to his feet, manuevering around so that she'd be in his blind spot as he did. Then just before he gets all the way up she'll swing the steel chair to try and strike the flat of it the metal against the back of his shoulders, neck and head.