Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Allison Watson

Jocelyn turned her head in shame at Allison's words. What could she say? She was tied up and mostly naked and at the mercy of Allison. Even if she wanted to say: 'What the fuck do you expect me to do with my hands tied up, polecat?" She could not form the words. Jocelyn was no masochist so it wouldn't do well to invite pain in such a hopeless situation.

Jocelyn grunted as she was hefted up and mockingly crucified against the ropes. Her arms felt sore and numb at the same time. A dull ache at her shoulders and mild spurts of pain everywhere else.

Jocelyn blushed deeply as Allison surveyed her. Her face couldn't be more red and it had a glow to it that indicated it was more from embarrassment and, perhaps, enticement than humiliation. It was easy to drown out the cat calls of the audience when she felt Allison's eyes upon her.. Worse yet, she shivered as Allison touched her. It was both desirable and repulsive. She yearned for Allison to continue to touch her and be greedier with her haughty sensuality. But at the same time, the fact that it was done so publicly and that Allison already humiliated her so severely made her feel dirty for wanting it.

Jocelyn's eyes widened slightly at Allison's next word. She blearily contemplated what to say. Admission of desire would result in punishment, she was certain of that. But acceptance of punishment would probably bring about an equal amount of pain. Perhaps more so if the Brit was feeling particularly cruel. Jocelyn had to find a middle ground, a way to lesson the suffering.

She heaved a deep sigh and lifted her head up to wearily look at Allison. Her eyes held submission in them and she advocated as much with her words. "However you touch me... it will be too humiliating..." Jocelyn's voice was resigned but didn't waver or crack. She spoke calmly even despite tears that seemed to roll down her face without her consent. "But... keep doing it..."

License to injure or pleasure. A disregard for her own safety and putting Allison in the driver's seat to do as she liked. She hoped she was able to meander the impossible road this line of questioning had taken her down. Perhaps Allison would relish in the fact that she had total control and that Jocelyn desired more dominance from Allison. Honestly she didn't know what fate befallen her and she could barely muster the strength to care.

"You..." Allison said softly, putting a finger to Jocelyn's lips and piercing her with her cold green eyes. "Are consistently disappointing. You aren't worthy of my time, whether for pain or for pleasure."

She slipped easily through the ropes, back into the ring, and using Jocelyn's hair and arms she pulled the girl back in with her and laid her down on the mat on her stomach. She knelt next to her and nimbly unbuckled her bikini top and slid it free from Jocelyn's arms, and then rolled her over onto her back.

"You can do what you like now." She said, leaning down with her face close to Jocelyn's and her large, impressive breasts just barely brushing against Jocelyn's. She placed a hand on Jocelyn's shoulder and flicked her eyes briefly toward the ref-girl, who had been very careful to this point to stay out of the way. She hesitantly made her way over to the two wrestlers and got low, checked Jocelyn's shoulders, and began to count.

"One!"

Jocelyn's eyes widened in shock and confusion then narrowed in anger at Allison's words. What the fuck? She didn't understand this old hag but could do nothing about it at the moment.

"What the fuck do you want from me!?"

Jocelyn yelled obstinately, as much confusion as anger in her tone. Really, she was feeling drained. The only thing that kept her going was Allison's constant looking down on her. Complimenting her, saying nice things, treating her with some modicum of respect only to turn around and smash it all one breath later. It was frustrating and difficult to handle.

Jocelyn grimaced as she was roughly hauled back into the ring and forced onto her back. She was even more bewildered when Allison released her binds and laid on top of her.

"W-What?" She said and looked to the ref as the one count hit. She turned her head back to Allison and growled, wrinkling her nose and baring her teeth. She balled her fist and attempted to slug Allison int he side of the head, at least breaking the count even if she did not connect.

Allison took a shot to the temple that actually dizzied her a bit. She smiled sadistically and reared back, holding Jocelyn's hair with both hands to keep her steady. She bashed her forehead into Jocelyn's face. She liked playing rough, it was much more fun than having a docile, lifeless plaything.

She made a grab for Jocelyn's arms to try to slide her hands down to her wrists and pin them to the mat over her head. She felt like a bully, out-muscling the smaller girl, and she liked it.

Jocelyn grined as she connected witht he hit, even though she couldn't do anything more. Allison's body ontop of her own was too heavy for her to force off. The best she could do was ti snipe at Allison and hope for small victories. Each one was worth it though. She loved seeing this bitch in pain. But then Allison grabbed her hair.

"Tchh.." She growled and flashed her teeth angrily at Allison until she saw the head buttt. She only had a half second of fear as her eyes widened and realization of what was to come entered her mind.

"N-Noargh!"

She nearly lacked out from the head butt, her eyes partially rolling backwards as she let out a long moan. She barely even realized that Allison was pinning her shoulders back as she laid wearily against the ground.

"ONE!"

The ref shouted but all Jocelyn could do was roll her eyes to the side to look at the ref and then upwards at Allison.

Allison shifted her position to hold one of Jocelyn's wrist with her right hand and pin her other arm down with her right knee. She ignored the ref's count and clamped a strong hand around Jocelyn's mouth, squeezing her cheeks together to force her mouth open. Then she slowly lowered her full, naked breast down and pressed it against Jocelyn's face, effectively covering her nose and mouth. The feeling of Jocelyn's wet, warm lips against her delicate skin sent a tingling down her spine.

"I think I've found a use for you, darling."

Jocelyn began to wriggle enough as the ref slapped a two count down to break the count, her shoulders shifting off the match ever few seconds. But Allison had trapped her fairly well otherwise. She blinked away the haze and looked up at Allison's new position.

As she descended her impressive chest downward, Jocelyn realized what was coming. Her eyes widened in partial fear and then she opened her mouth to protest but no words came out. Was it really something she WANTED to protest?"

Suddenly anger was replaced by shame and her mouth closed about halfway. Her eyes narrowed and her cheeks flushed and she suddenly found herself accepting Allison's breast.

At Allison's taunt, Jocelyn's eyes twitched open ever so slightly, widening just a bit. She then closed them partly and felt the supple breast against her lips. Though she was deprived of oxygen for now, she used up her reserves to nuzzle the pale orb.

She pursed her lips and pushed them to indent into the flesh. She could certainly find some pleasure in being put out this way even under the circumstances, if she focused entirely on Allison's breast and pushed out all other thoughts of the situation or the thousands watching the spectacle in joy.

Timidly she opened her mouth wider, forming a seal over her mouth. She couldn't be seen like some eager slut but at the same time she wanted to please Alison. She meekly pushed her tongue forward and slid it along the O of her lips, tasting the salty flesh and shivering a bit. Was it tantalizing enough for Allison? Would she finally be pleased enough not to berate her in such a humiliating fashion? Or would she just call her a useless skank?

Jocelyn felt hot tears running down her cheeks. It surprised her and her eyes widened. She didn't have time to think about anything else. Her oxygen was gone and when she inhaled, her nose and mouth only were further sealed by Allison's breast.

Jocelyn snorted a hot breath of useless carbon dioxide from her mouth and began to jerk too and fro.

"Nn! Nmmnmnn!"

She desperately tried to plead for oxygen and where she might have bit Allison's breast off if she stuck it anywhere near her mouth earlier int he match, the thought hadn't even crossed the Chistralian's mind. She kicked her legs and snapped them downward to pound her heels into the mat. She tried to bridge and twist her body but it felt so useless. It was such a weak pin and yet it felt like the sort of inescapable pin that a professional would use.

Allison kept her graceless, vice-like grip on Jocelyn's mouth. Inevitably, this sort of thing always led to biting, unless the person was submissive enough. Trying to bite her would require that she bite through her own cheeks first.

She wore a faint, composed smirk as Jocelyn began to buck and protest. "Oh, be quiet. All things considered isn't this the very best way for you to lose? If you'd like I could find some other means of suffocating you..."

She pressed her free leg more tightly against Jocelyn and pressed her hips against the girl's side. What a wonderful, complex feeling it was to be in control of this little girl, allowing her lips to caress her breast while the girl suffocated under her. She closed her eyes and very gently rubbed her crotch against Jocelyn's side in a slow, fluid, rhythmic motion. The frenzied crowd enjoyed it, but not as much as Allison.

Jocelyn's eyes widened as she heard Allison's words. She then nodded very meekly so Allison could know that Jocelyn was in agreement. Other than the fact that she couldn't breath, it was absolute heaven. She couldn't control her body's subconscious need for air which caused her to twitch and flail. As a show of thanks, Jocelyn close her mouth as much as she could with the breast covering it and began to suck gently, hopefully enticing the woman further.

She was starting to get dizzy and could see black spots by the time Allison moved over her. She felt Allison's thighs around her leg and could feel her leg being used to pleasure her foe.

"nnmmmnn..."

The sound was more like a moan than the previous struggling call for help and within a few more moments, her body would give in and she'd finally succumb to unconsciousness.

Allison made a small, disappointed noise and sighed as Jocelyn went limp. She sat up and clamped her hands over Jocelyn's nose and mouth to ensure that she continued to get no air, and looked over at the referee with severe green eyes.

"Madam Referee, won't you be a good girl and check this poor young one. Before she dies."

The ref-girl awkwardly approached and lifted Jocelyn's arm, and then let it fall back to the mat with a dull slap. She wasn't used to attending to nearly naked wrestlers in Friction. Allison nodded to her to continue. "Please, you know the rules."