Madeline Christiansen vs. Aspasia El-Shenawy - Snakes & Ladders

[Lightman]

Much as the kick to the chest really hurt, Asp would be correct in her doubts.

For Madeline, it was the effects of the sorcerer that she took time to recover from before she would get back up to her feet. No doubt after all of that, things would go back to standing, Asp reverting to her tactics with those tricky strikes, while Madeline would have to wait for the best moment to land a decisive blow. Though in the state that Madeline was in, it would have been quite tricky to manage this time. However, the orgasm that she pulled from Asp would hopefully slow her down enough so that she could take her down for either a pin or a submission. Madeline believed she still had the strength for that.

Or at least that’s how she thought things were going to play out.

Asp was the first to stand up after a flawless display of coming from a handstand. That was to be expected. What wasn’t was the Water Snake deciding to make sure Madeline could not resist or fight back what she had in mind. Amongst the coughing fit she had, Madeline would hear the thumping of feet reverberating through the canvas. That was probably the first warning that the English Rose ever got before Asp suddenly appeared before her emerald pools. And it was only a split second did her mind took in what was about to happen.

The English Rose shrieked out, her body jerking violently upon the impact of her chest being flattened and her ribs blasted by both of Asp’s knees. If those previous kicks were the dry bites, this was the one that had the venom. The fangs of the snake dug deep, almost all of Madeline’s oxygen escaping her lips, her eyes bulged out in shock before she finally collapsed underneath the smaller fighter. Laying splayed, her eyes shut tight as her breathing left irregular. It’s the kind of blow that would truly leave her reeling and down for a long while.

Perhaps Asp would show her a bit of mercy, just like she did with her double kick in the corner. Though with victory getting closer within reach, it might be much to expect mercy from the Scarlet Serpent.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp was only ten or so pounds above a hundred, a perennial lightweight, so didn’t have that much weight to drop down on Madeline’s chest, but she doubted that the Briton appreciated that at the moment. If anything, her lack of height made it easier for her to leap, allowing her to jump higher, move faster, and bring more momentum than most, all of it crashing down on her opponent's chest and digging deep.

The sound of her shriek made her wince as she rolled forward, using the moment for a somersault and popping back to her feet in a single, fluid motion. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the woman suffering, and she fought her initial reaction to comfort her. That was always the trick with these matches that involved sex and violence, going from one to the next, looking at the woman below her as both a lover and an opponent. She almost wished they could’ve met in more relaxed circumstances - this person she would’ve loved to know on a personal basis, someone she could spend time with.

But that could come later. Now, she focused on finishing the match, as she spun about, reached down, and grabbed her foe by the head, lifting her up with no small amount of effort and forcing her to stand. She had an idea of where and how she wanted things to go, but she needed her opponent in a particular position to get there.

As soon as her opponent was upright, she stepped back, brought her leg up, and shot it out, giving her a hard push kick to the chest to punt her into the corner. She rushed in right after Madeline, lunged forward, and let fly with a chop, striking like a viper against her chest, hitting it with blazing speed.

[Lightman]

In some cases, size does matter. When Madeline first discovered pro wrestling, she noticed a common trend of heavyweights that were considered sluggish and lumbering compared to the more fleet-footed lightweights who used their speed to their advantage. What makes it more amusing are the many other examples of those that are bigger and still show more finesse than brute strength. Go see any K-1 kickboxer and how they can move. Even the biggest ones can be so fast. Thus, it made sense whenever the English Rose landed a hit that had Asp knocked into next week.

Perhaps the Water Serpent considered that with the sudden knee drop to the chest. Or at least take that methodology and adapt it to her game plan. Sure, she was just shy above a hundred pounds, easy enough to deadlift and squat for most. Despite the diminutive size, all that weight added with gravity, with the knees being the point of impact, it rivalled any strike a heavyweight would make.

And Madeline had her fair share of hits from bigger foes, so she doesn’t make that comparison lightly. Especially since such a brutal move left her wheezing and gasping for air. The brunette couldn’t knock her for that. Asp’s doing all she can to heighten the chances of winning. It is still a match, after all.

Consequently, Asp continued to make moves so that the odds were further stacked in her favour. Despite Madeline being stunned enough, the emerald-clad foe grabbed her head and lifted her onto her wobbly, stumbling legs. Madeline wouldn’t have to worry about standing up for long, as she’d be subsequently punted to the corner, grunting at the impact of being in a familiar position. However, unlike the time when she could easily counter, the English Rose’s chest would continue to be the target of the serpentine opponent. A stinging chop accompanied by a loud smack left the LAW audience wincing and cringing in earshot. Madeline’s groan followed suit, the top part of her outfit looking in near disarray. All Madeline could do was save her strength for the grip on the ropes just so she could keep herself relatively upright. A task that proved arduous as time went on.

[BlackAkuma]

As more time went on, Asp started to feel her body revving up again, regaining some of the fire it had lost from the orgasm. This was much appreciated - the danger with any hentai match was getting too complacent, and she was getting too close to that edge for her tastes. She needed to keep the pressure up on her opponent, needed to keep pushing against her, strike while the iron was hot. It wouldn’t be an easy thing, but it was doable, and she was making great strides towards evening the scales with her current position.

She had Madeline exactly where she wanted her - trapped, cornered, hurting, with nowhere to go. It wasn’t just an ideal spot for punishing her, either - after she landed her blow and sliced deep into her opponent’s chest, she was left with a golden opportunity, one she eagerly seized.

As Madeline lurched forward, Asp moved in and pressed her body against the Briton’s, sliding her thigh in between her legs, pressing their chests together, and bringing her lips to the woman’s neck for a suckling kiss, teasing the skin with her teeth. ”You gave me a wonderful gift, a moment ago.” Asp brought her tongue to her opponent’s ear and gave it a long, luscious lick. ”Allow me to return the favor.”

Asp moved away, reached down, and proceeded to lift up her opponent’s legs, draping one on the ropes, then the other, forcing her to sit of them with her back against the pads. From there, she slipped through the ropes and came at her from behind. She brought her own legs up, letting them rest on her opponent’s thighs, then caught her arms and trapped them in a full nelson, securing all four of her limbs, keeping her trapped against the turnbuckle.

Elaborate, but effective, and it would only be the start…

The move in question…

[Lightman]

More and more kept piling on, and Madeline was feeling the heat turn up a notch. And this was without being pleasured. Whereas Madeline could afford some moments to explore after only a few hits, Asp had to double the effort to make sure the Englishwoman was pliable for whatever wicked machinations she had in mind. From a match standpoint, Madeline couldn’t argue with that. It was far from dishonourable, and Asp was making sure that her bigger opponent was completely fatigued and worn out for bigger moments. If only it didn’t come at the expense of her breasts. Or the top, for that matter. This would take some effort to fix up afterwards.

Though the top would have been the least of her worries. Madeline was thankful she wasn’t left with a couple of broken ribs. If the knee drop didn’t do the deed, that chop almost did. A bit of an exaggeration, of course, but it left a mark and then some. To think Madeline was worried with only her legs.

Speaking of which, a strong thigh slid between Madeline’s legs while the rest of the body pressed up against the English Rose’s. A shudder could be felt, partly to do with the sudden pleasure, but also partly to do with Madeline remembering that time with Amandine. At the very least, Asp wasn’t as big as her, but she could still feel the toned, fit and solid form rubbing up oh so close. Asp could probably feel Madeline’s heartbeat from her chest or from the way her stomach sucked in and expanded just to recover the air that left her lungs earlier. The brunette took that chance to do so. At least this was a pleasant reprieve from the ferocious assault she had to endure.

Asp would mention something of returning the favour and Madeline could only mentally prepare herself from that thigh, just teasing pressed against that crotch, without a single movement. Any moment now and the brunette would have to endure Asp’s speciality. On one hand, she knew that it wouldn’t take long to get to the climax. Considering the hot action that both have been getting into and also with Madeline getting into the sexy showing from before. On the other, there was an eagerness to see what Asp could accomplish. So many ways this could all go down, and for the Water Serpent, all the time in the world.

What she got was completely different.

It started well enough, having her legs hooked on the middle ropes, which at least saved the effort of keeping herself over. Where things took a turn is when Asp moved behind her outside the corner, straddling at the rear, before her arms became entangled in a full nelson. Madeline is flexible enough that the groin stretch wasn't a massive problem, but the full nelson is what got the Briton groaning and crying out.

“Ghnnn! This…is how…nnnnhh!…I'm repaid?” The serpent became the spider, it seems, with Madeline stuck in her web with nowhere to escape.

[BlackAkuma]

At the risk of being too high on herself, Asp had to admire her handiwork, as she had Madeline up in the ropes and kept her suspended. She could tell this woman was far more experienced in the ring than she was - if this had been a standard match, it might have been over entirely. But the mix of eroticism evened the field and allowed her to use her creativity for some truly spectacular results, with her opponent’s current position serving as a shining example.

Asp had envisioned this sort of move a few times, seeing something similar done on a website she’d recently encountered. A move that left her opponent vulnerable, while putting them in an alluring position, and left them open for whatever she could think of. It suited Madeline well, too. The sight of the brown-haired beauty hung up in the ropes, withered and wanting, made for a striking image on the titantron that Asp wished she had more time to admire. Alas, she had work to do and a match to win.

She locked in the hold, clenched it tight, and put Madeline’s arms to the test, as she applied the Full Nelson as well as the ropes would allow. It was a slightly awkward position, but she worked well on it, using her flexibility to get the most out of the hold, even as she threaded through the ropes. Going off her opponent’s comments, it was more than practical.

”Patience, love.” She leaned forward, just enough to run her tongue along back of Madeline’s neck and steal a quick taste. ”All good things come to those who wait.”

As it turned out, Asp did intend to keep her promise to ‘repay’ Madeline. While her arms and hands were currently occupied applying pain, her legs and feet were freed up for pleasure, and they subtly went over between her opponent’s legs. She brought her foot down across the woman’s pussy and began a slow stroke, up and down, stimulating her with a steady rhythm. She didn't go wild, not at first. She wanted to gauge Madeline’s reactions and work from there, building up a little anticipation before she went in for the kill.

[Lightman]

Before ending up participating in LAW’s matches, Madeline was once an avid viewer of the program. Whereas many would enjoy following other mainstream wrestling programs, Madeline showed the same passion for the hentai wrestling segments. While it’s still wrestling, she found it fascinating seeing ubiquitous holds and manoeuvres augmented and tweaked for harvesting pleasure. Many have come out and criticised the supposed “bastardisation” of those moves, but Madeline didn’t agree. At one point, she would dream of performing the same moves as those ladies she admired. And now here she is in L.A.W, and has even come up with a few.

Not currently. Madeline’s busy dealing with this pretty unique combination. This one was quite a new one. The world of wrestling and submissions is a vast one, so it’s expected that a few would fly past Madeline’s radar. Sometimes all it takes is a creative mind and a bit of flexibility to pull off such wonders. A corner leg spread and a full nelson combo might not seem much, not like the double armbar earlier, but it harkened back to the embarrassing and mortifying consequences of the Rafflesia. While she isn’t left upside down, the combination has a very similar effect. Trapped in a sticky situation with one’s legs spread for everyone to see, left no choice but to tap or face pain and humiliation. Madeline already sees some in the crowd pulling their smartphones just to get some pictures.

Truly is a pervert’s paradise.

If this was a standard match or even a humiliation match, this would have been the perfect exclamation point to end it. But as it stands, the hold itself wouldn’t achieve or further Asp’s goals to fulfil the victory conditions. Her brunette hair was dishevelled, acting like a veil of sorts to hide the anguish on her face. Though the redhead could still hear the yelps and cries as her arms felt the familiar strain once more. It’s not a favourable position, but with the absence of pleasure, she’s comforted that it’s simply only that.

That was until she felt something stroking up and down against her crotch. And it’s not Asp’s hands.

Suddenly that moment when the Water Serpent pressed her thigh on her pussy made sense as some sort of sensual premonition for what was coming. The slow stroke alone made Madeline’s body jerk and jolt as if she were being zapped by a cattle prod. Electricity ran up her spine, stirring her whole body alive with a distinct, carnal excitement. A sharp intake of air was like an audible gasp before a shuddering sigh involuntarily escaped her rosy lips. Now things went from bad to worse. Many in the audience would have expected some wild thrashing and desperate struggles, trying to buck and break free from her prison. Instead…

“…You believe these could match my fingers?” There's the cheeky minx.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp made a mental note to workshop this particular hold more in the future if she could find someone willing to try it out with her. Her first thought was Scar, but as much as she enjoyed the woman, something like this was far too intense for her. The German was just growing accustomed to the idea of intimacy in matches, and this would be far too much for her to endure, as enticing as the mental image was. Even with this early test, she could already see the effectiveness of it, as she held her opponent like a marionette on strings, easily manipulated, totally vulnerable, and completely controlled.

It created a striking image that she enhanced with every stroke of her foot. While she couldn't say this was the usual way she worked off her lovers, it wasn’t something she was wholly unfamiliar with, having catered to many unique tastes in her time, satisfying her partners in many ways. She was better suited for this than most, after all. As a dancer, she was more capable with her feet than most, accustomed to using them in deft ways that would’ve been unthinkable for others.

That was part of why Madeline’s comments brought a wicked smile to her face, as she took the taunt as an unspoken challenge. ”I don’t believe that, no.” She shook her head and whipped her wild red hair back, making sure her face could be
seen, that the confidence wouldn’t be missed. ”I know that. Allow me to demonstrate.”

The gauntlet was thrown down, and Asp answered by speeding up her routine, increasing the pace, as she sought to push her opponent to the edge. It wasn’t merely the pace, but the way in which she applied it, sometimes going faster, sometimes going slower, but never giving her foe a chance to grow accustomed to it, never allowing her to be comfortable, making it impossible for her to adapt.

After a moment of that, she upped the ante by twisting her foot around and slipping underneath into the shadows, letting her toes do the work against Madeline’s bare pussy. Her toes curled and slid against the slit, working their way up, then down, then up again, stimulating her folds and taking care to hang on her every breath, gauging reactions, working her faster, faster, faster, until…

[Lightman]

Even through harsh strikes and crushing slams, it’s as if nothing could break the link that both Madeline and Asp had created. Those who are in closer proximity to the ring could probably notice the smile creeping underneath the brunette veil. Considering Madeline is currently in trouble of giving up an orgasm while still in this idiosyncratic submission, there doesn’t seem to be much reason to be smiling.

Both of them were enjoying this match for a myriad of reasons. The constant, playful back and forth, the matching of pace and timing, leading each other in this dance of sin and debauchery. Asp was close to cracking Madeline’s ribs and they were smiling. Madeline was close to breaking Asp’s teeth with that double kick and yet she was smiling too. Madeline decided already that she hoped to meet Asp again. Hopefully, in a less brutal situation.

Another thing she decided was to cease her struggles. Much as she’d tried, there was no easy way to get out of this position. Orgasms were an inevitability, and Madeline wasn’t an exception to the rule. Sure, she might have preferred it to be in a different scenario, but with a lady like Asp, Madeline couldn’t bring herself to hate it. Like Asp, Madeline would choose to let it happen and welcome it.

Besides, it was intriguing to see how Asp would rise to the challenge. The Water Serpent took it in stride, accepting the gauntlet thrown at her feet, pun intended. Madeline would remove the ‘veil’, whipping her head back so her brunette locks flicked behind so that her face was exposed for all to see. Including the redheaded captor. “Mmmm…By all means~.”

Asp increased the pace, stoking the fire that burned greater inside, driving Madeline into a frenzy. She wondered if Asp knew what she was doing, the alternating pace and tempo, not being so cumbersome and clumsy. No, she showed nimbleness, prowess and gracefulness that heightened the experience greatly. Madeline has been around the block to know how suited the foot is to such tasks as if it’s designed for a dancer like Asp to take advantage of.

And take advantage she does. Asp would go to work driving Madeline crazy, running her big toe down one puffy pussy lip and her index toe down the other. Red-lacquered toes wiggled across those naked pussy lips, sliding her toes outward like opening scissors to spread those labia, then letting them close around her big toe, as she pushed it in further. Up and down it slid, generating friction and increasing the production of the Briton’s sex fluids. Asp would turn her foot sideways, fitting all five of her toes neatly inside of Madeline’s slit vertically, splaying them wide, stretching the English Rose out from her labia to the deepest, tenderest parts of her womanhood before pulling out, letting those toes tap across those lips like a piano. Madeline found heaven with such footwork, moaning deeply as she felt a toe tapping away at her clit, tickling her labia before it would pump deep inside. Her lips trembled, muscles tensing up, not holding back with the vocal purrs. Loins churning, the heat inside growing hot enough to a boiling point.

Then the inevitable hit like the greatest tsunami. Madeline’s lower body seized up. Her head snapped back to the bright lights as she exploded, moaning loudly in sexual triumph. Drenching not just Asp’s foot, but even her attire from the crotch down. The potent honey dribbled down her legs and pooled on the floor beneath her. There was no denying what had happened, not even the referee coming close to check, probably because she didn’t want to get soaked by someone’s sweet love nectar. "For the record...I only needed three fingers to get you cumming like a waterfall."

[BlackAkuma]

For Asp’s money, orgasms were overrated. A strange stance for a hentai wrestler and an unapologetic sex addict to have, but she stood by it. That moment of bliss could be fantastic, she wouldn’t say otherwise - the cry, the shaking, the scent flowing through the air, all of it could create an indelible memory. But as wonderful as it could be, what she craved more than the moment was what came a moment before. The soaring high before the inevitable plunge.

Being so close to Madeline, controlling her limbs and pressing against her, she could feel every reaction her body underwent, her own private show. What the crowd saw was wild enough, looking on as she writhed and squirmed on the ropes, but Asp could feel how her muscles tensed, how her breath quickened, every shiver and shake. She’d often driven her lovers wild, that was nothing new, but she suspected a woman like this would give her a special show, and she wasn't disappointed.

Her flexibility made her uniquely suited for the task, attacking Madeline at angles most couldn't have dreamed of, and she could tell that her technique was appreciated. Every little moan was a small prize in and of itself, building and building to a fearsome crescendo. Her opponent’s sensual energy transferred to Asp, reinvigorating her.

And then it came, like fireworks. This wonderful, soothing sound escaped the Briton’s lips as she melted, crooning as the orgasm took over her senses. It was a magical noise that put her own to shame, and Asp was proud of creating, as if it was a song she’d written. Satisfied in her own way, she threw her head and breathed deep, savoring the scene while the flower wilted.

But she wasn’t done, not just yet. With Madeline still hung on the ropes, Asp dismounted, slipped between the ropes, and stood before her, giggling at her opponent’s flippant comment. ”And I only needed a foot.” She clicked her tongue. ”I would argue that’s more impressive.”

As if to support her point, Asp dipped that foot in the growing pool of nectar, making sure to get no small amount of it all over her toes. She crossed her arms and lifted the foot, showing off both her balance and flexibility as she brought it to Madeline’s lips and pressed it into her mouth, giving her a taste of her juices.

That was all before she abruptly pulled that same foot away and nailed Madeline in the face with a swift kick, then whipped it around and caught her on the other cheek in quick succession, with a crescent kick to finish it all off, looking to bring them both back to the competition edge of the match in the starkest fashion.