Ossi Shamar vs Mina Takemi

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Ossi raced wildly towards Mina, and it seemed her adversary was similarly incensed - clearly taking exception of the arrogant Arab's remarks about her age! She didn't care. The foolish woman would pay tenfold for treating an Heiress of Shamar in the manner that she did.

She reached out, eager to get hold of Mina, but suddenly the woman dropped out of her path, leaving Ossi grasping foolishly at nothingness. There was an instant of confusion before she felt Mina's head press underneath her arm and the next second Ossi found herself flailing as she was hoisted skyward onto the woman's shoulders. And before she could react to the new predicament, Mina brought her crashing back down to earth, planting Ossi's already sensitive nethers squarely into the other wrestler's knee!

"AIIIIIEEEEGHH!" Ossi shrieked in agony as pain exploded in her crotch. Her eyes rolled wildly, hands clutching desperately at her briefs, completely caught off guard by the impact. Only the gentle embrace of Mina's hand behind her head stopped the foolhardy heiress from toppling off onto the canvas in a heap. She let out a squeak as Mina bounced her up and down humiliatingly, but right now the only thing she could process was the unprecedented pain that had just been inflicted on her most tender of regions. For the moment all she could do was teeter atop of Mina's knee, whining softly as she tried to massage her aching crotch.

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The hand that rested on the back of Ossi's head balled into a fist. She trapped the heiress's hair between her fingers as she rose to her feet. The grasp forcing Ossi to rise with her. Mina's eyes dared Ossi to defend herself with a knowing cruelty.

"You're much prettier when I can't understand what you're saying. Stick to screaming helplessly and we might become friends. What do you think?" She smiled as she twisted her grip on the woman's hair, forcefully tilting her head to the side.

She's wait for Ossi to respond. She assumed the woman wouldn't be able to help herself. Her foolish pride would demand that she got the last word in. Once she began to talk however, Mina would drive a fist as far into the woma 's belly as she could! She'd waited for the woman to relax her abdomen for the sake of vocalizing whatever pitance she had to offer.

Once. Twice. Three times. She'd pound the woman's belly with piston like punches. Attempting to soften her gut and bruise her tummy. She wanted to see her face screwed up in agony. For her to experience the feeling of nearly being forced to retch from the awful abuse of her stomach.

"There. Doesn't that feel better than having your pathetic cunt loosened by my knee?" Her tone was motherly. Darkly haunting.

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"Gnnhh..." Ossi moaned uselessly as Mina forced her to her feet, one hand reaching back uselessly to paw at the grip on her hair while the other remained clutching her aching clit. She glared daggers at Mina, her cheeks flushing crimson with fury and embarrassment at the woman's word.

"You will regre-OUUGHHHHH!" her quip was a abruptly cut off by the fist that slammed into her exposed midriff. Spluttering for breath, Ossi's eyes rolled and she tried to suck in another breath, only for another blow to land. She coughed violently, her body wobbling helplessly under the tremendous impact. The third blow almost made her black out from the sheer force imparted. Things were getting wildly out of control for the haughty heiress just moments into the match!

With her stomach throbbing from Mina's relentless treatment and the wind utterly smashed from her body, Ossi was in no position to reply to the powerful woman's taunt. Her mouth opened and close foolishly, like a fish out of water as she tried to draw in enough breath for words. Her knees buckled and once again she was only able to remain upright through the grip Mina maintained on her luscious locks of dark hair.

"Mnnnhhh..." was all she managed, her mind spinning, trying to make some kind of sense of the humiliating beating that was somehow being visited upon her by this woman.

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Mina shuddered as Ossi's body surrendered to her violence. Her thick thighs rubbed together, the friction bringing some sweet relief to the hot arousal building in her mature body. Dr. Takemi was typically an honorable and sporting opponent. Sure, she had a thing for younger women, but she also had a thing for Professional Wrestling! She did her best to be an immaculate professional when between the ropes. However... This woman had violated the sanctity of the ring. She had surrendered her rights to sportsmanship, kindness, and empathy. She had called her old. The bitch!

"What's that?" She frowned. "If you're not sure..." She offered the woman an expression of faux concern before driving her knee roughly between the woman's thighs. The blow meant to split her straight down the middle, if such a thing was possible! With that delivered, she'd cast her aside. Letting go of her hair and allowing the heiress to squirm about on the ground.

She'd place her boot down against the woman's cheek and hold her face down, pressing her into the mat like she was scolding a dog. Dr. Takemi looked down upon Ossi with her hands on her hips. And perhaps that would be what hurt the heiress most. It was clear to her that Dr. Takemi didn't even consider her an opponent at this point... "I'm sure you've realized by now. You're just a victim." She stated, finishing the thought out loud.

"Submit and get backstage before I change my mind and your pretty face."

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Ossi was incensed, embarrassed and helpless all at the same time as she struggled in Mina's grip. She gathered her wits enough to glare at the older woman, opening her mouth to unleash another insult born out of frustration.

She never got the chance.

"AIIIIIIEEEEEEEGHHH!" she screeched as Mina's knee slammed into her already aching cunt, sending reverberations through Ossi's supple frame from the impact. Her eyes went wide, rolling wildly, and as Mina released her the Syrian heiress crumpled to the canvas, clutching her nethers in agony. But things get even worse a moment later as Mina's foot then descended upon Ossi's cheek, pinning her face to the mats with dismissive ease.

"Nggh..." Ossi whined, taking one hand away from her crotch to pry uselessly at Mina's foot as it pressed down. The fans cheered, loving every second of it as the arrogant Arab was dismantled like she was nothing. She was furious, already humiliated and shamed by this despicable woman!

"You... gnnhh... you can't... ngh... do this to me!" Ossi choked out, cheeks blushing crimson with embarrassment. But try as she might, she was stuck, her crotch aching from the repeated punishment, utterly unable to dislodge her tormentor. Her pride would never allow her to give up so easily, but it was clear to all who had the upper hand in this match! "Release me... at once!" she ordered in desperation.

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Mina stood over the beautiful woman, her boot pressed into her cheek as she writhed about. There was something erotic about the suffering of her opponent. Something incredibly exciting about the woman's sexy form being violently dismantled and violated. Punishing the woman felt good in a way that Dr. Takemi was cautious to admit... But that her body was not. Her leotard had begun to darken at it's crotch. Her Id was excited by the notion that she could do whatever she wanted with this woman. The instincts of her ancestors begging her to drag her back to her cave and breed her.

The thought of crushing the woman's pride by molesting her in the center of the ring was too much for Mina to bear and she shuddered involuntarily. Her nipples hardened against her leotard, large and proud. To Ossi's horror she could see that Dr. Mina Takemi was getting off from brutalizing and embarrassing her. It indicated that, despite Ossi's demands, the end was far from nigh.

"You have some nerve to be giving me orders!" Mina decried her foe as she pressed her boot harder against the woman's face. "Maybe I ought to smash that pretty jaw of yours?" She stated as she lifted her boot! The implication was that she was going to stomp her lovely face. Of course, she wasn't going to do that. If she broke her jaw, how could she listen to the sweet sounds of her suffering?

Her boot instead came down on the side of Ossi's body harmlessly! Mina had left the earth, and when she landed, it was squat upon Ossi's face in a reverse face-sit. The Arab's features pressed between Mina's bountiful backside. Ossi's mouth forced against her entrance and painting her lips with the sweet arousal generated through the suffering of the heiress of Shamar.

"But then... You wouldn't be very good at eating pussy with a broken jaw, would you?" She taunted haughtily.

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Stuck beneath Mina's boot, Ossi couldn't see the signs of arousal in the mature woman's body, but right now that was the least of her worries. Flailing uselessly, she was being utterly humiliated, her pride stinging from the treatment she had received so far. Her eyes widened in fear when Mina made her chilling threat, removing her boot from Ossi's face.

The Syrian looked up fearfully to see Mina looming over her, nipples threatening to burst free from her leotard, a faint but unmistakable damp patch at her crotch. She was getting off on destroying Ossi in the ring! The Arab beauty was further infuriated by the revelation, but before she could think of any kind of escape, Mina's body was descending towards her...

The boots landed on either side of her face, and far worse than any pain that could be caused Ossi Shamar found herself with a face full of Mina's magnificent backside!

"MPPPPPPHHHHH!" she screeched in outrage as her face was enveloped, her mouth jammed against the dampness of Mina's nethers. Her legs kicked and twisted at the hip, gloved hands clawing at Mina's ass, trying to pry the woman off her with little success. "Mpphgh...GMHH..NNGHH!" she protested, her nose and mouth filled with the scent and taste of Mina's domination. Try as she might, Ossi couldn't get free, forced to endure this dreadful humiliation at the older woman's hands!

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"Ah. Such wonderful service." Were the first words out of the mature woman's mouth once she'd settled onto her new throne. The feeling of Ossi's panicked wails reverberated through Mina's thighs. The vibrations tickling the fabric of her leotard and what lie beneath. The subtle dampness became markedly less subtle as she immersed herself in dominating her crude opponent.

"That feels nice Ossi. If you don't stop pleasing me I might start to think you're more than a rude cunt." Dr. Takemi placed her hands on her hips and flexed. She arched her back, pressing her pussy into Ossi's pleading mouth. Her proud breasts thrust forward as her head tilted backwards in bliss.

"Ohhh. That's a good girl." She groaned as Ossi's hands slapped at her backside. The gloves blunting the woman's nails and making her ineffectual pawing more like a massage. Her plump posterior welcoming the pressure and conforming in a way that Ossi might find enjoyable if she wasn't being suffocated by them.

"Show me how an heiress eats pussy, won't you?"

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Ossi was incensed, humiliated and trapped. She writhed around desperately beneath Mina's voluptuous frame, legs kicking and gloves flapping at the other woman's body. Shrill exclamations of outrage could be heard emanating from the Syrian as she protested wordlessly against her treatment at Mina's hands.

"GMMPPHH!" she blared in disgust and fury as she felt the wetness of Mina's crotch pressing into her face as her opponent leaned back, shoving her damp pussy into Ossi's nose and mouth as the Syrian battled for breath. Ossi arched her back, her crotch pressing skyward as she bucked feebly, breasts heaving up and down. She twisted her hip, kicked with her legs and tried to push with her boots to gain some purchase against the canvas.

Nothing worked. She was trapped.

Soon her struggles were reduced to weakly clutching at Mina's magnificent ass, trying hopeless to pry the woman's backside off of her face, legs twitching and breasts swelling as she fought for desperate breaths. Her eyes began to roll, head spinning in a stupor of heat and domination as she was forced to taste Mina's juices through the mature woman's skin-tight leotard.

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It was rare that Mina was put in a mood to dominate and punish her opponent. When she taught her studetnts at Hokkaido U she'd preached the virtues of sportsmanship. She'd instilled the values of finding a way to win without sacrificing yourself. Pro Wrestling was something Dr. Mina Takemi valued above all else.

But this woman had called her old. And now this was no longer a Pro Wrestling match. It was a fight. Well.. Kind of.

Mina couldn't help but laugh cruelly atop Ossi as the heiress struggled. Her kicks weak, her movements ineffective. She was draining herself dry. And by contrast, Mina's sopping wet cunt was filling her mouth.

"Oh? That feels nice Ossi. Do you have a thing for older women?" She asked rhetorically as she rocked her hips. Violent thrusts that would bounce the arab woman's head against the mat and wedge her further into Mina's nethers. The powerful motions caused Mina's ass to quiver delightfully against Ossi's hands.

"Perhaps I should give you some positive reinforcement?" She chided as she brought a single finger between Ossi's legs. She'd place the tip of her index fingernail at the base of the woman's slit and draw it up in a single tickling line. "I can't hear you down there. You'll have to scream into my pussy louder than that!"