The Most Sadistic Of All Snakes - Chalia vs. ViVi S. Valentine

[Hagen-Autem]

The little queen representing the pub faction would snort with her lips closed at every complaint from her opponent. She was about to bend her body back to begin the devastating move, but Chalia began to beg loudly and that made her reconsider.

The pinkette would lean on the brunette. Crushing her modest chest on Chalia's back, and her abdomen on the curve of this young lady's back, her legs would rest bent on the sides of Chalia's waist and with her arms she would hug this adversary's neck. Her lips would whisper in her ear as she revelled in her terror.

She first muttered a suppressed moan.

"This is the part where you beg me for a break," She whispered succinctly, stretching out each word in front of Chalia's ear to caress it with her breath. "And the one where I think about it if I like your offer, of course..." Her knees settled again, this time, placed at the lower part of Chalia's spine. "So tell me, what will you give me?" There was a hint in that question, a well-veiled but very obvious idea of ​​what this queen wants from her opponent.

The Pinkette would listen to everything Chalia had to say. And as she did, she would separate her chest from the shoulder blades of this foolish adversary, spreading her arms to put her body's weight available for the void. The audience would whistle as the little succubus arched back again. Her breasts rose while her knees pressed against the lower part of Chalia's spine. ViVi looks upside down at the world, who cheers and gasps for her; her pigtails dangle free towards the ground, her skirt doing the same. Her raven was displayed like a beautiful bow about to fall prey to gravity. And the referee was only attentive to the imminent.

The British woman's fingers would remain tightly intertwined under the brunette's chin, listening impatiently to everything she said. Rattle her fingers on her throat to put pressure on Chalia's mind, and when Chalia finished, the only thing ViVi would have to answer her would be a blunt, rather simple, and clear answer:

"Hm... Nope!"

Viviane York slid her knees to Chalia's shoulder blades, concentrating all her weight on the upper back of her victim at the same time pulling her head back to tear her from that corner and force her to fall with her!

If that backstabber was another success for the third queen, the pinkette would help Chalia bounce back! Letting go of her neck so she would be free to suffer the repercussions of the fall and extending both of her legs to kick Chalia's back to return her to the corner hopefully crashing her chest against the turnbuckles. Also, this Viper would leave her legs like this, extending out as pillars pace to help Chalia stay on the ropes.

[reini]

As ViVi’s knees slid up to her shoulder blades, a sharp burst of pain shooting through Chalia’s spine. And then—the drop.

A brutal shock tore through her back as ViVi’s knees drove into her, her entire body arching in a forced whiplash. A breathless gasp escaped her lips, it felt like a steel bar had been jammed right between her shoulder blades, sending a wave of burning agony rippling down to her ribs. She couldn't do anything, as her the tiny enemy was literally ripping through her body. Her mouth parted in a high pitched, pained moan, her chest lifting as she arched against ViVi’s hold. The sharp pressure on her spine made every nerve in her back scream. She could feel her abdominal muscles twitching, spasming under the pressure, the definition of her stomach betraying her pain as it flexed helplessly.

ViVi released her neck, and for a moment, Chalia thought at least she'd get to slide down on the mat. But instead, next thing she knows her chest slammed against the top turnbuckle, the impact sending shockwaves through her ribs. A stunned gasp left her lips, her body folding slightly over the ropes. Her arms draped limply over them, holding her up, but her legs trembled beneath her.

She was stuck.

ViVi’s extended legs, planted against her back like a cruel scaffold, kept her pinned against the corner. Trapped. Vulnerable. And worse, humiliated after being toyed with so effortlessly.

Through blurry vision and ragged breath, Chalia grit her teeth. She needed to move. But first—she had to survive whatever ViVi had planned next.

"Hhhaah… ViVi—come on…" she rasped, wincing as she shifted against the ropes. "You already bent me in half, aren’t you satisfied?"

She lifted her head just a bit, tilting it toward her opponent, her red eyes pleading for mercy

"I—I get it, okay? You’re a queen, I'm sorry! This is too much for me, I think I actually slipped a disk..."

Her fingers weakly gripped the ropes, her body trembling slightly.

"Come on, you don't really wanna break me, right?"