Ossi Shamar vs Mina Takemi

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Ossi could feel it. This was her time to make an example of Mina once and for all. She hurtled across the ring, ready to throw herself in a poorly executed body splash on Mina, hoping to paste her insolent opponent into the turnbuckle and put an end to her resistance once and for all. However, it appeared she may have misjudged her busty adversary. As Ossi built up speed, Mina suddenly surged upright, lunging towards her. Ossi's eyes widened, but she had no time to react. All she could do was look on in horror as Mina's arm flashed out, and the mature woman met her head on with a vicious lariet!

"AUUUGHHHHH!" Ossi's screech of pain echoed around the arena as Mina's clothesline smashed into her just below her throat. The supple-framed Syrian was flipped head over heels by the stunning impact before her body thumped limply to the canvas.

Stunned and aching, Ossi was utterly helpless. In the blink of an eye she'd gone from controlling the match to being laid out in a limp, mewling heap as she clutched weakly at her chest, battling for breath, the crowds wild cheering ringing mockingly in her ears...

[SuckerPunch]

The feeling of turning Ossi inside-out with that clothesline was as close to orgasmic as she could manage! She was disappointed in herself for letting the wannabe wrestler turn in any offense at all... But the clothesline from hell had made it worth it! Mina got to her knees and winced at the terrible ache in her crotch. She then turned her attention towards the whimpering pile of flesh that Ossi had become and her wince became a scowl. She wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot.

Mina returned to her vertical and grabbed Ossi by her hair. She'd pull her to her feet before changing her grip to her throat. With both hands, she'd throttle the woman and lift her into the air. High enough that her feet would kick and she could stare the powerful mature fighter right in the eyes.

"Here's what's going to happen!" She gave her a shake, the motion causing her thumbs to dig deeper into Ossi's windpipes. "I'm going to nearly knock you the fuck out." Her biceps bulged and shook as she held Ossi aloft. Suffocating the fight out of her. "Then, I'm going to let you lick my bare cunt clean. After I cum in your mouth, I'll accept your apology for daring to strike me there."

Her knuckles had gone white from the pressure of the choke now. "Then, I'm going to strip you so the world can see that you're getting off from all of this. And then I'm going to make you suffer so much that you'll beg me to let you eat my pussy again. Because at least that didn't hurt!" She lifted Ossi fully aloft now and held her for another two or so seconds before tossing her backwards to the canvas.

Ossi would find that, while she had been deprived of air, she hadn't been nearly knocked out like Mina had promised... A realization that would show it's face as either grim understanding; that more was to come, or arrogant optimism; that Mina couldn't make good on her threats.

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Ossi was still in a stupified daze, stunned by the thunderous clothesline that had completely turned the tables on the match. She let out a bemused coo of surprise as Mina's hands gripped her hair, dragging her to her feet. The Syrian heiress offered the feeblest of resistance, arms flapping at Mina's iron grip before suddenly those hands were around her throat.

"GRRGGHH!" she gurgled in panic as she was hoisted effortlessly into the air by Mina, the mature woman showing the vast different in sheer physical strength between the pair. Ossi's legs flailed in mid air, eyes going wide and mouth flapping open and shut as she tried to breathe. Mina's vicious words cut through the pain and she tried to shake her head, unable to believe what she was hearing. She couldn't be treated in such a way. She had to find a way out of this to defeat the woman! She could still taste Mina on her lips from the disastrous beginning to the match, and the prospect of that being repeated filled her with horror!

But there was little prospect of that. Mina squeezed tighter, cutting off her air. Her struggles became little more than twitches, weak fingers clawing at the woman's grip. Soon she was fading, hanging in Mina's grasp with the crowds jeering the arrogant Arab's predicament.

Just as her eyes began to roll, Mina released the chokehold, tossing Ossi effortlessly back to the canvas. She thumped to the floor in a limp heap, wheezing for breath, one hand feebly clutching at her aching windpipe, her legs splayed open and breasts heaving up and down. She was a picture of uselessness, utterly helpless with Mina looming over her...

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Mina seethed as she'd discarded Ossi onto the canvas in a useless heap. She took a moment to regain her composure. Her wrists burned quietly from the strain of the choke and the feeble scratches Ossi had inflicted upon them. Her hair was a mess, fraying here and there from the conflict the match had become. Her attire was out of sorts in any number of ways. Wedged up her backside and barely containing her bust. The little tramp had certainly made a mess of things... And now, she was going to make a mess of her.

"Up we go!" She instructed as she grasped Ossi by her hair and viciously yanked her to her feet. Then with a hand between her thighs and one upon her shoulder, Dr. Takemi turned her upside down! She held her aloft, the two women's bodies belly to belly in a standing 69. Or, less erotically, a tombstone position. "Try to stay awake sweetheart. I'm only just starting!" She demanded before stepping forward and pulling Ossi's face in between her thighs.

She leapt off the mat before coming back down onto her knees. Her full body weight landing atop Ossi as she drilled her head first into the ring! Her head sandwiched between the cruel canvas that had rushed up to meet her, and Mina's sopping wet cunt that smashed her features.

The Freudian Sit

This was Mina's finisher. The Freudian Sit. Or Face-Sit piledriver. Mina would keep Ossi's body in a matchbook with one hand as she settled into her throne. With one hand free, she used it to daintily pull her attire aside, forcing the concussed heiress' face against her bare pussy, as promised. With the facesit locked in, Mina would begin to shake her hips... Eager to have her release, and to humiliate Ossi. After all, the earlier events of the match had gotten her quite worked up!

Follow-Up

"Go ahead Ossi, eat momma's pussy!"

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Ossi wheezed for breath, breasts heaving up and down as Mina took a moment to readjust herself, having thoroughly smashed the fight out of the Syrian heiress with the chokehold and slam. Through bleary vision, she dimly saw the mature wrestler approach, and Ossi tried to shuffle backwards but it was no use.

"Nooo..." she whinged as Mina dragged her up by her hair, arms flailing aimlessly. "Let me go-OHHHHHHH!" Her demand morphed into a squeal of surprise as Mina hooked a hand between her thighs and neatly scooped Ossi up, spinning the Syrian upside down until she found herself staring into the still-damp crotch of her adversary. Her legs wiggled faintly as she tried to struggle, but Mina's grip was far too strong for her to escape from.

"GMPPHH!" she exclaimed as her head was clamped between Mina's voluptuous thighs, before the woman dropped down into a thunderous tombstone piledriver! But was than that, her pussy was mashed into Ossi's mouth upon landing... and she stayed there.

High pitched, unintelligible squeals and cries were muffled by Mina's crotch as it was driven into her mouth. Ossi's eyes were wide with horror as she was forced to taste the woman yet again. No... this can't be she thought with dismay as Mina daintily pulled her leotard aside, fully exposing Ossi to the worst of the humiliation.

Dazed and powerless, she could do nothing to stop Mina jiggling back and forth, using Ossi's face as a personal sex toy and leaving the once-proud heiress unwittingly lapping at Mina's engorged nethers, her face smeared with the woman's juices. She simply lay there, pinned in place and forced to pleasure Mina in the most degrading of ways!

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Mina sat astride the humiliated heiress. Her mature cunt bare and veiled only by the Arab's open mouth. Just as she'd promised, she'd knocked the nasty bitch into next week. And just as she'd been ordered to, her new toy had stayed just this side of conscious. Her moans and whimpers against Mina's sex were like an eager lover. Or a battle-weary warrior. With her tongue against her silky soft sex it was hard to tell the difference.

Mina kept Ossi's hips in the air as she thrust her own downward powerfully. However, she had readjusted her grip. Now, she held the waistband of Ossi's attire. And anything beneath it. She used them as leverage to keep her elevated while simultaneously threatening to remove them. If the heiress had been paying attention then she would know it was a foregone conclusion.

"That's it!" She chided. "Lick Mama clean!" She demanded as she bounced her ass upon Ossi's face. Her soaking wet womanhood grinding roughly against the fallen's features. She used her nose to stimulate her clit as she rocked her hips roughly. She drug the woman's absent-minded tongue deep into the valley of her slit with every thrust. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she swam in the sweet sensations of dominating her younger opponent!

"Yes! Oh! You're my little fuck-toy! F-fuck!" She moaned out shamelessly as she used the battered woman to drive herself ever closer to the edge! Face-fucking her with such ferocity that she truly was peeling Ossi's attire away! Sliding them past her hips and thighs!

"In front of all these people! Ohhhh gawd! Come on, you little slut! Make Mama cum!" She screamed as her request was made material! Her hips trembled as her insides spasmed! Electricity coursed through her body as she gasped and her humping became erratic! Her pussy thrummed against Ossi's face as her orgasm rocked her! Her nectar pouring from her like freshly squeezed juice in pulsing squirts!

"So gooooood!" She squealed, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she was entirely overcome with lust. She greedily fucked Ossi's face in a desperate attempt to extend her mature bodies magical climax as her back arched and she screamed straight into heaven.

When her multi-orgasmic face-sit had finally come to a halt she was left panting. The heiress on the other hand had been left in a pool of Mina's affections. Ossi's legs were released, falling back to the canvas as Mina needed her hands on her quivering thighs to keep herself from falling over. And in one of those hands was Ossi's attire.

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Ossi gurgled, spluttered and gagged as she had Mina's sodden nethers mashed into her face, her senses overwhelmed with the moist heat of Mina's crotch. Her eyes rolled as over and over again Mina jerked back and forth, using Ossi as her own pleasure toy.

Impossible... Ossi thought despairingly as she was demolished before the braying LAW crowds. Her hands pawed uselessly at Mina's magnificent backside, but there was nothing she could do to escape. Mina kept the Syrian's hips held high, leaving her no leverage to try and pull free. She could feel Mina's hands hook through the waistband of her lycra briefs, threatening to tear them off at a moment's notice.

It wasn't long before she could feel Mina approaching her climax, the woman's words shrill and excited as she mocked Ossi, jerking back and forth faster and faster. Then, with a final scream of ecstasy, she came explosively, drenching Ossi's face! The arrogant Arab flushed with humiliation, squirming and bucking as she was shamed beneath the mature wrestler. Her briefs came free in Mina's hands, leaving her sex exposed for all the world to see.

"No..." Ossi flopped limply to the mats, barely conscious, her face smeared with Mina's juices, eyes fluttering weakly having been almost face-fucked into unconsciousness. Her legs thumped to the canvas and she lay there beneath Mina, her wrestling briefs now held as a triumphant trophy in the hands of her conqueror!

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It took Mina a moment to recover. Her body was wracked with the terrific pleasure she had inflicted upon herself with Ossi's face. "Mmmn. I'd thank you for that wonderful orgasm if I didn't hate you so much!" She offered the barely there Arab. Shakily, Mina got back to her feet. Ossi's briefs were still in her hands. She held them up between two fingers, as if they were somehow hazardous to her health.

"It's been fun. But I believe this farce is coming to an end." She'd state as she kicked Ossi harshly in the ribs. The blow meant to turn her over onto her belly. "I've fucked you. Now it's time to give you the suffering I promised."

Mina would straddle Ossi's body. She'd drop her backside down onto Ossi's back. Partially to hurt her. Partially because her own legs were so tired. She'd grasp Ossi's briefs in both hands before stretching them wide and pulling the crotch of the soiled briefs over Ossi's face. Forcing her to taste and breathe in her own undeniable arousal. Even as she used them to pull the Arab into a terrible C with a attire-assisted camel clutch!

"Tap if you want. We both know this is over. But I won't release you until you beg me to let you eat my pussy!" As promised.

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Ossi was a defeated, shamed mess on the canvas, stunned by Mina's overwhelming sexual power. The scent of the woman filled her nostrils, leaving her in a daze, unable to think. A kick to the ribs sent Ossi rolling onto her front with a faint yelp of pain, but she flopped face down on the mat as Mina taunted her, bare backside on display for all of the LAW fans!

"Unngh!" she blurted as Mina sat down on her back, pinning the Syrian heiress helplessly to the canvas. She squirmed feebly before she saw a flash of green in her vision. Confusion filled her for a moment, before she realised what she was looking at... her lycra briefs stretched wide in Mina's hands in front of her face!

"No... no you can't do th-NNGHHHHHH!" Her protest was muffled as Mina pulled the briefs tight around Ossi's face, smothering her nose and mouth and bending her back into a dreadful modified Camel Clutch! Her breasts thrust out against the skin tight fabric of her top, her nose and mouth filled with the scent and taste of her own womanhood, mingling with Mina's lingering juices into a humiliating cocktail that left her fighting for breath. Her legs kicked weakly, gloved hands pawing uselessly at Mina's powerful grip. She could feel her eyes start to roll, fighting to stay consciousness as she was finally overwhelmed by the pain and embarrassment...

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Mina pulled back on the humiliating camel clutch with every ounce of strength in her body. This arrogant pretender had thought to strike her in her most sensitive place and she was going to pay for it! Some might submit that she already had... Multiple times. But Mina was feeling especially sadistic today.

"Oh I think I've proven I can do whatever I want to you. You're my personal punching bag. And if I want, my personal sex toy. I think even an idiot like you can understand that!" She stated these facts to Ossi as academically as possible.

The veins in Mina's biceps bulged as she pulled roughly on Ossi's head, craning her neck backwards in a way that made the referee run over.

The woman in her striped boy-shorts and halter top knelt beside the terrible looking submission. "Give!? Give!?" She asked Ossi, almost begging her to quit. It was clear she was laboring over the idea of calling the match off. The kicks coming from the woman's bare lower half were beginning to weaken and the light was leaving her eyes. However, the crowd paid good money to watch her be molested and destroyed. The referee knew the way of the league and while it pained her... She waited.

"Oho! What's the matter, you can't speak with the taste of your own cum in your mouth!?" Mina taunted as she strained, attempting to destroy the woman who thought to challenge her on this night!