So Nice To Meet You...

"If I'd said that to you, would you have let me go? Or would it have felt so good that you'd have continued until I was stone dead. You have no control, not of yourself, and, happily, not of me. You're mine now, girl, and I will do with you as I please." She whispered in the girl's ear before slipping back into the ring.

She lifted each of the girl's legs and slipped them behind the bottom rope. Without her feet under her, with no balance, Maricarmen just hung by her arms. "Let's begin by reconciling your offenses, shall we? Lucky for you, I think your tender midsection is spent enough, so how about..." She put a hand to her chin while she pretended to think about it. "Ah!"

She stalked forward and pressed her body against Maricarmen's, then she slid slowly down, relishing the feeling of her skin against the girl's. It raised goosebumps on her back, and for the time she forgot all about how badly she wanted to lay down and curl up in a ball. Once she was face to face (so to speak) with Maricarmen's right breast, she smiled. She licked her lips and let them brush lightly against the girl's nipple. To savor the moment she even tickled the girl's nipple with her tongue.

Then she opened her mouth wide, placed one hand on the small of the girl's back and pulled down on her hair with the other, and bit down, hard enough to cause pain but not to break the skin.

"I don't know." Maricarmen muttered almost robotically. "I.. you...' Maricarmen probably wouldn't have stopped if Allison had pleaded for mercy but then again, she had never even gotten Allison to apologize. That's what pissed her off. She wasn't looking to break the woman. Heck, she had been really excited to have a legitimate spar with the woman and, in fact, didn't actually hate the woman up to a point. But she had offended her in a terrible way and she wanted justice for that. She didn't know if she could control herself enough to stop after justice was served.

While she tried to process that in her mind, she was practically crucified on the ropes, left to Allison's complete mercy as she shivered a bit at Allison's taunts.

Maricarmen's cheeks reddened a bit as she felt their bodies press together and her mouth fell open as Allison's face was right in front of her breast. The soft heat from her open mouth and nostrils, tingled her erect nipple, presenting her breast for Allison with out any shred of dignity. A deep humiliation was suffered by Maricarmen when Allison brushed against her nipple and even dabbed it briefly with her wet tongue. That was the worst part and Maricarmen's cheeks visibly reddened as her eyes shut partially and her head turned away.

Then she was shocked again as Allison's teeth bore into her tit. "Gaaah!" She screamed but she almost thanked the Brit for that. The pain at this point was far less of a torture than the very slight enticing that had nearly befell her. A single tingle of pleasure on her body caused by Allison was a far greater injury than a dozen punches to the stomach. Than a hundred kicks tot he head.

Allison pulled back. "Mm. Unwashed peasant at that." She muttered.

With her left hand she yanked Maricarmen's head back by the hair. She leaned down and very gently, very carefully eased her mouth into Maricarmen's. She closed her lips around the girl's bottom lip and kissed her. She slid her right hand up the girl's inner thigh to her battered sex and with two fingers she softly began to massage it, her touch so light as to give the girl chills. She passed her tongue over over the girl's lip, she bit down on it gently and gave it a tug.

Then she pulled back again and gave the girl a sharp slap across the cheek. That didn't quite satisfy the urge, so she grabbed the top rope with both hands and added a knee to the girl's stomach as well. She stepped back and let her hang there in the ropes while she surveyed her work.

"What do you think, Violate? Is her will broken?"

Maricarmen sputtered a haggard breath as Allison released herself from her breast. An indentation indicated that it was bitten but thankfully it would fad.e Though she couldn't even manage to form a smirk, she relished the fact that when the two of them left, Allison would be physically reminded of their encounter in a much more significant way than mere aches and pains. The Latino only hoped that Allison couldn't see the quick flash in her eyes as the thought graced her barely conscious mind.

"Ahnn!" Maricarmen murmured as her hair was tilted back. She looked at Allison with narrowed eyes. Hate pooled around cloudy humiliation. A sparkly that was snuffed out and lit again a thousand times. There was resignation and yet a smoldering desire to return the favor occasionally lingered and surfaced. She was broken but in a way that could still come back to bite Allison in the butt, possibly literally considering Maricarmen's rage, at some later date.

But more than that, she winced as she saw Allison lean close and press her lips against Maricarmen's bottom lips. She tried to turn her head but pain rain through her roots as she was being held fast by Allison's grip on her hair. But worse yet, those posh, full lips kissed her almost tenderly. Why couldn't she at least be rough!? If she was rough then she could secure hatred for this woman. But the ease~ed nature in which the Brit pressed the initial kiss sent a tingle of warmth through her face that reddened her cheeks visibly.

"Nnn..' The sound escaped on its own and made Maricarmen fearful. A whimpering moan that held the very faintest trace of pleasure int he kiss. That told Allison that it was enjoyable and putrid at the same time. Maricarmen had felt exactly as Allison described her int hat moment. A dirty peasant. Filled with shame, she closed her eyes to try and shut out Allison's face.

But no sooner did they close than they were forced open again by the tickle of Allison's finger tips along her thigh which drove into her thankfully covered sex and pressed reprehensibly against it. "Nahh!" She gasped at the violation and pulled away just in time to have Allison tug at her bottom lip. Her own resistance turned the small act of playful domination into an ounce of pain that shot through her and she winced terribly.

In an instant though, it was over and Maricarmen melted as much as she could in her position. Head hanging low and raspy pants coming from her body as sweat trickled down her face and clung tot he tip of her nose. The splash of sweat and the crack from the slap made Maricarmen's head jerk even more dramatically as she froze with her head to the side, eyes wide and staring at the grinning Violate. A knee to the gut caused her to nearly cough and forced her back into Allison's cruel world.

Meanwhile, Violate gracefully slid into the ring. She strolled up to Allison and put her hands on her shoulders and gave her a short but encouraging rub, pressing her thumbs into the woman's exposed shoulders gently before leaning in. "She's about where I like them, fufufu. You do good work, dear Allis." Violate said and then stepped away. "If you don't mind giving me more of a show, I'd love to keep watching."

Allison's expression was composed again, cold, and violent. Coolly malicious. She slipped through the ropes again, and would have been more graceful were it not for her aching body. She methodically untied the knots that held Maricarmen in place and tossed her arms back over the top rope. Without her feet under her, she fell forward onto her stomach.

Allison returned to the ring, and absently shoved Violate aside, paying her almost no attention at all.

"I will teach you about decency while you're down there. Best to build it from the ground up, I think, and if you gave me enough time I could mold you into something worthwhile. But... I doubt that your genes would accommodate the lessons I have for you. Shame, really, they'll be wasted on you, but I intend to enjoy them thoroughly.

She tossed the sports bra on the mat in front of Maricarmen. "Put it on." She commanded, standing far enough away to still threaten her, and standing in such a way that indicated that she meant to.

Maricamen wondered what Allison was doing when she slipped out of the ring. Was it the top hatted woman's turn? She didn't really know. It didn't really matter. When she was untied, she fell forward and landed with a grunt onto her stomach. She huffed against the mat, cradling it like it was something precious.

Violate stepped away when she was shoved. She smirked at Allison's gruff demeanor. She slowly stepped back out of the ring and looked at Allison. "Oh my.' She said softly to herself before grinning.

Maricarmen barely listened to what Allison was saying, only hearing the dull thud of the sports bra hitting the mat next to her. When she was not only in possession of her top once more but actually being ordered to put it back on, Maricarmen's speed seemed to pick up. She snatched the top quickly and turned her body slightly to save any scraps of modesty she could as she hastily put it back on. Her stiff nipples were the only reminder of the shame that had been inflicted upon her by the dastardly Brit but now, at least, she felt a bit better about herself. Though her body ached and felt sluggish. She didn't think she could keep up with any more of Allison's requests but pushed herself to a sitting position and looked Allison over, almost awaiting a new round of commands like an obedient puppy.

As soon as Maricarmen pulled the bra over her head, but before she could pull it down over her body, Allison lunged and threw another vicious soccer kick at Maricarmen's chest.

"Think! Should you be more concerned about the exposure of your miserable body, or the fact that I mean to break it? Pathetic." Allison took a moment to adjust the string parts of her bottoms around her hips and straightened the butt out, then adjusted her bust and a bra strap. She very delicately fixed her hair.

"Given that there are two of us and one of you, at what point did you start thinking that you had the upper hand? You're a stupid, talentless, unwashed peasant-girl, and you've demonstrated exactly that. But... I will do something for you. I'm not heartless. I will help you sort out all the confusion and delusion you're suffering from. Stand up." She ordered. "If you want to excel in a place like this, intelligence is not optional. You clearly are lacking that, but you seem to aspire to be some manner of wrestler. Let's see if you have what it takes. That way you'll know for sure, and if you aren't cut out for this, you won't waste another minute here.

"Stand up, and I'll give you two choices. You can be a fighter and attack me, try to finish what you started, and dear Violate will stay far far away this time. Or you can admit that you're just not cut out for this line of work, that you've had enough, and you can quit, give up, go home to your peasant-mother, and go back to toiling in the fields. Does that sound fair?"

Allison wore a polite, congenial smile. The utter lack of malice in her tone and expression was so much a betrayal or expectation that it was positively unnerving.

Maricarmen had actually expected some clemency when she was told to put her bra back on. She did it quickly as though it were the most important thing in the world but her efforts were not meant to be. A sharp pain in the side of her head caught her off guard and sent her careening to the mat. She moaned as she had manage to turn her sports bray into more of a capulet than anything that covered her, her perky breasts still quite visible as she heaved in breaths from her position on her back.

At Allison's renewed taunting, she anted to speak. What would the Brit do if the situation was reversed? She might also have the same concerns. But she remained silent and merely sat up. Now she was too afraid to finish pulling down the top and turned and looked at Allison, rubbing her head slightly as the pain dulled and began to leave her in a diminishing ache.

This time she decided to answer Allison, believing that she would be reprimanded for it but felt the need to speak anyway. "I figured she was just trying to keep you in the ring." She admitted. "Not that she would actually save you. She did not emphasize the last two words but she made it a point to include them. So that Allison would know that if not for the interference of the mad hatter, Allison would still be on the ground. In her position, all Maricarmen could do was take cheap jabs at Allison's pride even if it cost her more pain and suffering.

If she was not attacked further, she would stand up and look at Allison calmly, awaiting further 'instructions' That was until she gave her the second option. "She clenched her fists tightly and glared at Allison. "That's the second time you've insulted my family." She growled. "I'll wipe the thought of ever doing it again right off that face of yours!" She said as she charged at Allison aimed to straight up tackle her, keeping her fists up and expecting a counter.

Allison certainly didn't miss Maricarmen's thinly veiled jab, but she didn't let it upset her. There were few things this girl could say that would hold any sway over her attitude. Let her say whatever she wants, but Allison was going to come out on top.

Then Maricarmen's outburst made Allison's polite smile bloom into something more sinister. She charged, and Allison had no desire to meet her head on. Instead, she ducked to the side, dropped to the mat and scissored her legs around Maricarmen's shin. She rolled, twisting her legs so as to fold up Maricarmen's leg and send her face first into the mat.

Marcarmen was expecting a counter of some sort but when Allison went in for the drop, she was caught off guard. She tripped, her eyes widening as she slammed forward, bringing up her arms enough to pad the fall but not diminish it completely. She bounced with a thud and shook her head. She pushed up with her arms. The pain raing through her but she had to try and fight it. First thing she tried to do was pull her legs away from Allison. She couldn't let the Brit keep hold of them, that was for sure.