Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Allison Watson

"Gyaaaaah!"

Jocelyn shrieked as Allison raked her nails down Jocelyn's face. Jocelyn coughed as she was kicked and rolled onto her stomach still clutching her face. She grunted again as Allison stepped on her. she wriggled and flailed a bit but it was mostly a token effort.

"Fucking cunt!" Jocelyn screamed. "Get the fuck off me!"

Jocelyn's voice wavered as she screamed at Allison. She wiped the tears away from her face and tried to roll out from under Allison's boot.

Allison leaned her weight onto Jocelyn's back, her boot planted firmly in the middle of her back. The smaller girl's struggling was getting her nowhere. She smoothed her bikini top out with her hands like a length of rope, the triangular black cups and halter tie were made of a delicately elastic cloth, but the bottom strap was a thin white leather belt that matched the one on her bottoms. She had designs to put it to good use.

She bent down and roughly grabbed Jocelyn's upper arm and threaded her bikini top around it, just above her elbow. With her foot firmly in place, she yanked on the bikini to pull Jocelyn's arm back, and used the slack to repeat the process with the other arm, simply overpowering the girl to arrange her the way she wanted. She fed the end of the belt through the buckle and pulled it tight, almost forcing Jocelyn's elbows together in the process, and then buckled it. She took a step back to admire her work.

"Beautiful..." She breathed.

Jocelyn continued to squirm uselessly under Allison's boot. But that didn't mean that her mouth wasn't running. "Fucking dishlicking old hag! Cuntbag! Let me go, bitch!" When Allison began to tie her bikini around the arm, Jocelyn growled. "What the fuck are you doing!?" She tried to yank her arm free but ten it was pulled and she let out a yelp.

"Gah! Fuck!"

And then she was embarassingly hogtied by Allison. She panted when shefelt her arms tiedand after testing the strength of the bonds she let a sigh go and dropped her head to the ground.

"Please... Don't..." She muttered, hoping Allison wouldn't hear.

It just so happened that Allison had reason to be confident in the strength of her makeshift bonds. She reached up and easily snapped the halter tie on Jocelyn's dress. One would think that it would be wise to have a more securely fastened dress to fight in. A few savage jerks broke the lacing across the back of her dress, and a few more had the dress pulled off of her upper body and bunched up at her waist. Allison took a seat on Jocelyn's back, letting her carry all of her weight, making things very uncomfortable, especially given the position of Jocelyn's arms.

"Such a pretty girl..." Allison mused as she stroked Jocelyn's short hair back from her face. "But... you should know better than give someone like me anything resembling rope." She leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. "And you've given me plenty of reasons to enjoy using it."

With a pleasant, if somewhat psychotic smile, Allison wrapped her hands around Jocelyn's throat, taking pleasure in every moment of contact with her smooth, youthful skin, and gradually began to choke her.

Jocelyn wriggled against Allison's attempts to untie her dress but the effort was mostly a gesture for her own sake rather than any attempt to escape. Her arms were uncomfortably tied together and blushed as she was certain of what was coming next. She gasped as the dress was roughly pulled down. Her cheeks flushed red and she closed her eyes. The only reason her petite breasts weren't being shown off to the whole audience now was because Allison had forced her into her stomach.

She let out a grunt as she was sat on but didn't move her head. She winced slightly and continued to rest her head against the mat. Jocelyn's eyes widened when Allison spoke and stroked her hair. She blushed deeply and wanted to turn her head to look but couldn't. She was still being complimented, even after all of the horrible things she had done and said to Allison. It wasn't Allison who fit any of those cruel words, it was herself. She shut her eyes and shivered at the gentle touch of the experienced woman.

Jocelyn panted softly when Allison cruelly threatened her she turned her head to give Allison a frightened look but her face still held a blush. "I.." She was going to speak but stopped herself.

The choking felt like a wonderful caress at first, Allison's fingers sliding against her throat. But then the vice tightened slowly and Jocelyn's eyes bulged. She gurgled out a weak protests as panicked breaths became sparser.

"P-please.. P-please d-don't..."

Allison sighed. As pleased as she would be to choke the girl until she stopped struggling, she knew she could do better than that. She'd be letting everyone down, including the girl, if she just choked her right there. She wriggled her hips against her slender back and shivered. She stood up, grabbed her makeshift bonds, and dragged Jocelyn up to her feet.

She turned her around to face her, and without hesitation slammed her knee up in between her legs. Then with one hand in her hair and the other on her back, Allison took a step and threw Jocelyn off to the ropes.

Jocelyn coughed and stuttered when she was released from the choke. She took in deep gasping breaths, unaware of what Allison had in mind. Jocelyn grunted when Allison wriggled and sighed when she got off her. She was pretty certain that things weren't over but hoped desperately.

The Chistralian sighed when the pressure on her back was gone. Soon enough, however, her arms were being yanked and she was about to protest when she felt herself roughly hauled to her feet. whatever discomfort felt by the bonds was nothing compared to being exposed, again, to the audience.

"N-noo!" She squealed. Her face was beet red and tears of shame lingered at the corners of her eyes. her head was low. She couldn't look at Allison. She yelped as she was tossed. her body stumbling forward towards the ropes. As she tried to maintain balance, her dress began to shimmy the rest of the way down her body.

Embarrassed thoughts of the crowd seeing her perky breasts rapidly jiggling as she ran broke her concentration.The dress got around her calves and tripped her up as she headed for the ropes. Jocelyn tumbled and dove forward, accidentally hurtling herself out of the ring. She landed with a painful thud and moaned from where she had hit. Now she was even more of a mess. Her dress was around her ankles and her ass was in the air, revealing she was wearing a skimpy black thong that made it look as though she had nothing at all underneath from certain angles. Jocelyn was certain that she couldn't possibly be more humiliated. She just wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere and die.

Allison couldn't help but laugh, a lilting, feminine laugh, as she watched Jocelyn's graceless exit from the ring. She put a hand to her chest and paid no attention at all to her current state of undress, bikini bottoms and boots, as she strode to the ropes and carefully stepped through the ropes and eased herself down to the floor.

"Quite an impressive display." She remarked. She reached down and grabbed Jocelyn's crumpled up dress and set it on the ring apron. "Mmm..." She hungrily eyed the nearly naked girl on the floor in front of her and bent to seize her hair and drag her to her feet. She hefted her up to sit her on the ring apron and pulled back on her hair to lift her face and force her to look her in the eye, while her other hand pulled back, threatening to deliver another slap across her insolent face.

"Yes?"

Jocelyn barely heard the laugh. What she could make out, she felt so ashamed of herself. She was in a desperate and humiliating way and she groaned against the outside of the ring as fans made lewd comments to her mostly naked body.

"A-nh..." That was all the Chistralian could manage as Allison derisively praised her pitiful tumble.

"G0-Gahh!" Jocelyn whined as she was roughly hefted to a sitting position on the aprob and forced to look into her cruel foe's eyes. Her glossy brownish pupils glistened with the threat of tears as they searched Allison's eyes. She felt like a beaten, whimpering doe about to be devoured by a hungry lioness.

Jocelyn winced when Allison brought up the slap, she was like an obedient dog now and nodded as much as she was able to with her hair tightly grabbed.

"Y-yes." She said meekly panting softly as she tried to force her eyes away from looking into Allison's

Allison snorted. "What happened to that petulant, rebellious attitude of yours? Was it that flimsy a front?" She didn't slap her. Instead she nimbly hopped up onto the ring apron and lifted Jocelyn up by her arms until she could hook them over the middle rope and leave her legs dangling off the edge.

She took a moment to look over the quivering, sweat drenched body at her disposal. "Look at you. Poor, pathetic little girl, so far out of her depth. What shall I do to you? Tell me something, and if I don't like it I will think of something myself, and whatever you can imagine my alternative will not be preferable to it." She said, her voice like silk as she traced one finger slowly from Jocelyn's neck, down the center of her chest, all the way to the material of her thong.