Pin only match: Natasha vs. Anja the Raven

“Nnhh!”
Anja gave out a dissatisfied grunt after she had picked up Natasha and she felt her head getting grabbed with both hands. There were not that much ways out of a sidewalk slam, and getting grabbed at the head meant that she could not dodge any blows to it.

So the surprise was short lived when she saw the kick coming to her head. There was no way to avoid it, so she went down on a knee for a backbreaker in place of the slam, dropping the girl randomly after getting hit into the face and falling backwards and crash on the back.

The French woman was in a tough spot already, squirming around within Anja's hold trying to slip out of her grip before the girl could do anything further, but when she realized that wasn't likely to happen quick enough she grabbed onto the back of the blond's head and brought her leg swinging up. Natasha felt a short moment of victory as her leg collided with Anja's head, hearing a sharp crack came from the impact, however it was indeed short lived as Anja then dropped her right onto her knee.

"Ahhhh!" Natasha cried out as her spine landed right on top of that unforgiving knee, landing on her stomach a moment later where her hand shot behind her to massage the point of impact. She counted herself fortunate however as Anja was on her back after the kick to the head. Seeing an opportunity Natasha pulled herself together and rolled over towards Anja with the hope of wrapping her legs around the right leg of the blond where she could put her in an ankle lock.

As Anja crashed on the floor, she at least could take the experience that Natalia could go and had an adaptive style at hand. While she was on her way of getting up, Natasha was already on her like stink on a monkey and subjected her ankle to a hold.
“Naah!”
The pain caused her to give out a violent grunt, causing her to turn into the direction of the ankle twist, grabbing both of Natashaâ€s ankles to turn her over in the near future for a reversal into a sharpshooter while kicking with her heel at the French to weaken her for that end as she had no hands to defend herself properly with.

Natasha locked in her ankle lock as quickly as she could to try and get some revenge back for that little back breaker of Anja's, giving her foot a few firm twists to show the blond just who she was dealing with tonight. Anja to her credit was turning her body sideways to negate some of the pressure, Natasha squeezing tighter with her legs to try and keep the captured leg of the blond woman from going anywhere just yet, though it seemed Anja had plans of her own as Natasha felt the girl grab onto her ankles.

Glancing downward to see just what she was trying to pull Natasha rolled herself in the opposite direction, blocking Anja's attempt to roll them both over and stopping whatever painful move the blond had been looking to put her in. The French woman winced as that first kick connected with her side, grunting with each kick that followed while doing her best to keep the ankle lock applied. Needing some way to fight back Natasha slid her right leg all the way over the top of Anja's leg, hooking it as best she could to keep that limb pinned down while with her left leg now free Natasha would throw a couple kicks of her own, though she was aiming for Anja's womanhood.

Her kicks were hitting the mark as she saw with some relief while she still was trapped into the ankle lock, but was brought down t reality when Natasha did not herself get rolled over for the sharpshooter. But then the right leg went up, partially releasing her trapped leg and loosing the leverage that was put on her in the grip of Natasha's feet so that she would only have to work against her hands instead of the both of her legs.

“OWW!”
A searing pain shot through her body as the first kick of the French hit her most sensitive part, causing her to curl up for a moment and show pure pain on her face, gritting her teeth at this kind of low blow attack.After a deep breath, she tried to get a hold around the kicking foot of her opponent and pulling it to put their pussies close together and sit up on the upper leg that was under her own to be the dominant one in a tribbing at the expense of the wellbeing of her trapped ankle with a primal scream. Although hurting like crazy, Anja had been brought up with situations like this.
*…Take the pain, win. Take the pain, win. Take the pain, win…*
She thought, repeating it like a mantra to be able to pull through with it.

Natasha counted herself fortunate to have slipped out of whatever hold Anja had planned to put her into next, but those kicks were still proving to be a real pain in her side, literally as each kick connected with a fair amount of force. Twisting harder upon the woman's ankle Natasha sought to distract the girl with the pain, but that was not the extent of her plan as she drove her foot into Anja's naked sex. She was rewarded by a scream of pain from the blond woman, Natasha wincing in sympathy though not letting up as she went for another kick, Anja catching her off guard as she caught her foot and pulled it up for a compromising hold.

"Ahhhhh...Whats this, think you can outlast me Anja-chan? Have to say this feels more like a reward than a punishment." Natasha let out even as she was struggling to keep a straight face under the pressure being placed upon her pussy, wanting to moan for the woman but holding herself back as she didn't want to appear too weak in front of Anja. The blond woman was leaving her ankle to Natasha it seemed and the French woman would not let that opportunity pass, gripping both the heel and the front of the foot firmly as she continued to apply jerking pressure to the side, looking to weaken that joint for the rest of their match.

Finally she couldn't help but release a soft moan as their pussies rubbed together, seemingly wincing from the pleasure as she bit down on her lower lip to cut off any further moans. Natasha fought against the arm of Anja with the leg the blond had just captured, trying to get her foot in front of the woman's throat so that she could force her to lay flat on her back.

Although the pain that was put on her was clearly visible on her face, Anja had a concentrated smile on her face when Natasha addressed her. A weak ankle was surely bad, but a swinging backbreaker had been no fun either, so Anja considered it a rather fair exchange up to here.

As she finally answered the French, her voice was a mixture of seduction and commanding determination.
„You really don't know me. I will outlast you, little sexy beast.“
The reaction with the foot to the throat was more than welcome to her, meaning that Natasha even widened the gap between her legs. Combined with her seat on the other leg, the vixen would run nowhere in the foreseeable future. So when the foot came up to put her down, Anja instead tried to take a grasp at the ankle with both of her hands to rest the foot on her shoulder and stretch the leg to stay sitting while grinding possessively against the womanhood of her opponent.

Seeing Anja in pain was quite a good sign to Natasha who continued to work over the blond's ankle in hopes of weakening it for the rest of the match, pain was something she had no doubt that Anja could endure great amounts of but an injured joint would remain long after the pain subsided. Hearing the girl's confident words Natasha couldn't help but wonder if Anja thought herself superior to her, she almost wished for that to be true since she had found great success in her opponents underestimating her.

Natasha pressed her lips firmly together when her leg was caught and stretched over the woman's shoulder, squirming lightly underneath the blond as she now felt like she was the one trapped and not Anja. Only now that she wasn't focused on some way to escape did she truly feel Anja grinding her own sex against Natasha's womanhood, her eyes closing tight for a moment as pleasure began to coruse through her body. Stuck all she could do was keep twisting on the ankle, enduring Anja's attack trying not to think about how dominating this was.

„Ah, f..fuck. AFW has a good surgeons in case you overdo it.“
The voice of the Blonde was trembling while she was speaking, but her grip and movements did not cease or slow. She was pretty sure that she would be severely hindered in her movement for the rest of the match and would really depend on her technical skills to do battle with Natasha. If the good French could get back into a fighting shape after Anja was done with her of course. Meanwhile, she would try to hold her seat on the leg of her opponent to keep it immobile and induce a feeling of deafness upon it to hinder her further from escaping.

„Looking from this position, you seem kind of familiar. Could it be possible that I already fucked you on one of the ships of your family?“
She asked between kisses on the ankle and foot of Natasha. Usually a stowaway, Anja had sometimes taken on an escort job and had been available for mask festivals on cruising ships.
„As you asked before, it was quite an adventure I had in Sumatra, Natasha-chan. I went on a special interest island after being aboard one of your fine ships. Filled with gorgeous women, loose purses and their wild, primal emotions after they surrendered to me. Beach, paints, rain, drum music. Simply delightful.“
It was not for her own amusement that she tried to fill Natasha with desire to see more, but psychological warfare to weaken her mentally while the French attempted to weaken her physically.

It was never her intention during her matches to injure her opponents, Natasha tried to apply just enough force to weaken but was careful about not putting on too much that she broke a joint. It was however becoming quite hard to remain focused with the delicious blond grinding her sex against her own, causing the pressure being applied to Anja's captured ankle to rise and fall erratically. Keeping her lips tightly pressed together to stifle her moans it only half worked, her cries of pleasure so loud she was certain Anja would be able to hear her. "Oh yes, you're the one suffering from this position." Natasha said half jokingly while she struggled to slide herself out from under Anja, finding her leg trapped rather well.

"Tch, you seem to be under the impression I'm an easy lay Anja. Sure you're plenty cute and all, but I'm not the type to jump into bed with someone, and if you had managed to fuck me I think I'd remember." Natasha replied, her eyes fluttering open as the girl kissed along her foot and ankle. When the blond mentioned Sumatra Natasha's eyes widened, suddenly her mind flashed back to a trip on board one of her family's ships and a woman she had met on the island it stopped at. Anja couldn't be her however, could she? Not wanting to give Anja the satisfaction of possibly being right Natasha remained silent, in the place of talking she began pulling back on the leg Anja had draped over her shoulder, pressing her lower leg against the blond's back as she tried to pull her closer.