Pleasure Through Pain: Eliza vs. Origa

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Eliza continued to do what she felt was right and add more pressure to the hold. The mix of monas, the pepper of pleasure behind the pain only seemed to reinforce the idea that this is what Origa wanted out of her. Even as the bigger woman began to crawl to the ropes, it only painted the idea that Origa was "struggling" just in the hopes that Eliza could add even more pressure to it, not unlike the heiress' own strategy.

Eliza pulled on the camel clutch as her butt swayed naturally on Origa's back, and given Origa's efforts to crawl to the ropes Eliza needed a way to stop her in this presumed cat and mouse baiting game. And Eliza had just the idea to do that as she worked to shift her hips up as she worked to quickly bounce up and then aimed to slam her rear right on the lower back of the bigger woman, aiming to press her weight down into one forceful strike to try and stall Origa's efforts.

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It was all Origa could do at the moment. If she was at full strength, she probably could have grabbed onto Eliza’s legs and stood back up to her feet with the blonde as a backpack. But now? Now she could do nothing but desperately crawl as her chin was yanked back and her spine was bent at worse and worse angles. Add in the pleasant sensation of Eliza’s ass grinding on her back and the amazon was forced to feel a nice cocktail of pain and pleasure.

Yet finally it seemed luck was back in her favor, for just a few inches away was the ropes she needed to escape. So with as much effort as she could muster, ignoring every sway and bounce again her back from that soft butt. Origa would reach out as far as her arm would allow! Fingertips brushing against the rubber coating of the bottom rope! Hoping and praying that Eliza wasn’t going to yank it back onto her thighs, the amazon would scream out as she gave one final push and clasped her hand around the ropes with all of her might!

”R-Rope!”

[godjacob]

One would think this would be the point where Eliza understood that Origa did not have some inner love of this submissive side that was revealed and brought to the surface. After all, why would Origa continued to fight so hard if she deep down wanted to get dominated and feel the rush of being overwhelmed like Eliza had? However, Eliza had put on her own front to not give it a way, a means to save face and public and push her foe to give her best to her.

And, as Eliza released the hold once she got to it, that seemed to be what she believed was happening here.

Eliza would move back as she blushed a bit, not used to being this dominant role, but if her idol seemed to show all the same signs of erotica from the moves, she continued to believe this is what SHE wanted, and thus would continue to press on. Oblivious to that irony that while both had that shameful side, only one seemed to embrace it fully, and soon Eliza rocked to the ropes as she aimed to bounce off them to build momentum before running back to Origa, as she aimed to shift and slam her butt right on the back of the head of Origa!

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Origa could practically feel her body melt against the canvas as she was finally released from the agony that was Eliza’s camel clutch. Her hand still maintaining its death grip on the bottom rope, just in case the blonde might try to drag her away from her salvation. Though thankfully that wasn’t the case and Origa was able to regain some semblance of relief as she slowly made her way to her hands and knees.

And yet, it wasn’t just residual pain the Amazon had felt. Her body practically burned beneath her caramel skin, sensitive from the subtle touches and grinding from when Eliza had her hold on her. But the giant did her best to push all these feelings and sensations into the back of her mind and focus only on trying to get back up and to her feet. The ropes being used as a makeshift ladder to help.

However, as Origa’s neck and chest had risen above the middle rope. As she had finally made it up to her knees, she heard it. The sound of feet running against the canvas. And by then it was too late, she couldn’t even begin to turned when suddenly she felt something soft slam into the back of her head and shove her neck first onto the middle rope! ”AGH! Ughhhh.” she groaned. Her arm’s hanging limply over the middle rope and her neck and chin resting upon it. And the final piece to this beautiful display of art.

Eliza. Sitting atop the back of the Amazons head like a conquering queen.

[godjacob]

This was a bit of an unusual position to be in, if Eliza were to be completely honest.

Normally, she was the one who was at the mercy of her foe. Being dominated, humiliated before a crowd who jeered her condescending arrogance that got its bit of karma. However, against her idol the roles seemed to have taken a reverse. Now thanks to a misunderstanding of Origa's more "sensitive" tendencies she believed she was giving her inspiration the beating she desired. And wasn't done here.

"O-oh yeah, uh, l-like that dear~?" Eliza said, trying her hand at a bit of trash talk. Normally not much of an issue for a girl with more bravado than sense, but in this case actually insulting someone she admired like this wasn't the easiest thing. Still, she internally had that secret love of being moved while beaten, and since she again mistakenly believes Origa was of the same mindset she thought it was what she wanted. Never had a failure of communication come to bite someone like it had Origa right now.

Eliza shifted her butt off Origa, but with her foe still on the ropes she raised a knee to press onto Origa's back, ensuring she was over the middle rope and pressed down aiming to drive Origa's neck against the middle rope and do a little choking of her bigger opponent. Given the size disparity seeing someone like Eliza really take it to Origa had been quite shocking to have said the very least.