Fatal Attractions [Scar vs Nha]

[thesteedman]

Sophia was left writhing in agony. Though released from the Camel Clutch and Bodyscissor combination, there was an aftershock that followed the release. Her back was in excruciating pain, feeling as though blades had been lodged between each of her vertebrae, as her whole spine complained at Sophia once she was gifted with release. After having her head shoved down hard against the mat, her mind was somewhat of a blur, not knowing if she managed to escape the hold herself or... if she was merely released. Getting to know the inner workings of Nha, it was likely the latter... but there was little she could do right now as the pain was near overwhelming. Despite the contorting position she had been in... her lower spine took the brunt of the pain. That deadly bodyscissors had been locked on for an extended amount of time... and initially upon the release of that deadly serpents coil, the pain got worse for a brief moment, causing Sophia to near whimper with anguish and agony.

She was a sight to behold for Nha... Her body glistening with sweat, her exposed flesh gaining a glean in the light that only further enhanced her enthralling form. Her chest rose and fell heavily and slowly with each strained and pain bearing breath. Despite all that had happened to her... somehow fight remained within her, no doubt fashioned from Nha herself. Slowly Sophia began to shift onto her hands and knees, groaning out in both agony and determination. This one would not simply surrender... it seemed possible she simply did not want to give Nha the satisfaction. Not that the Egyptian beauty cared.... it just meant the games and the warped torture could press on for longer. That in itself played right into Nha's ambitions.

Nha moved with an alluring and near hypnotic fashion, once more almost serpentine like as if playing up to Sophia's earlier insult... enjoying the notion and the mind games. Before Sophia could rise, Nha grasped at her head, forcefully guiding her towards herself before her cameral stunning and full exposed legs would somehow seductively and slowly wrap around Sophia's neck and head with a deadly figure four lock! Sophia gasped in protest, feeling her face come to Nha's crotch, with only thin blue material separating Sophia's face from Nha's form. She grasped at her thighs, trying to shift to her knees and pull back, desperate the escape the latest coils of the serpent she fought... but Nha already had command, and took total advantage of Sophia's dazed state.

Sophia screamed in agony as her spine was curved for the second time, feeling Nha grasp at both of her bare ankles, pulling hard and forcing Sophia once again into a C like shape against her own will. The figurefour hold upon her head was both applying terrible pressure on her head and neck, whilst smothering her. Her toes curled as her hands pried and struck at Nha in desperation... once more she was humiliated by the Egyptian... once more she had formed a new debilitating move to use against the German! This entire match was fast becoming the worse torture Sophia could have possibly imagined... Surrender was slowly becoming a viable option as a means to end it all....

[Darius 2.0]

Nha's cunning, creativity, and cruelty were in full display in this latest hold, one that had the audience wincing in sympathy for poor Sophia! Not only was Nha bending her in a way a human body was never meant to be bent, the suffocating closeness of the headscissor lock meant that Sophia wouldn't even be able to get a proper scream out. Though there were plenty of screams to be had, every one of them would be muffled by Nha's crotch thanks to her keeping Sophia's head in place with her legs. They reverberated through Nha's pussy, and the vixen couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure, the sensation shaking her to her core. Amazingly, the blue twin had found a way to both torture Sophia and degrade her at the same time!

Tilting her head back and enjoying the screams coming from between her legs, Nha moaned again in ecstasy as she pulled back on the German's ankles, bending her into shape a little further just elicit more suffering. Once again lost the power she had over her helpless victim, Nha only just noticed that her twin sister Sha was glaring at her from ringside, her arms crossed over her chest and giving her a cross lock. "Still think I need to be careful with her?" Nha laughed as the ref dropped down to the mat, asking Sophia if she wanted to submit.

Sha did not look as amused as her twin. "Hurry up and end this," she instructed, a no-nonsense tone in her voice. "You've got the advantage. Now finish her."

But at her sister's advice, the blue twin merely rolled her eyes. "I'm not done with her yet," Nha chuckled. "I'm going to take my time with this one! By the time I'm done with her, she'll be a perfectly obedient toy for my amusement..." That answer did not satisfy Sha, who narrowed her eyes on her twin, but Nha just shook it off as always. "So just sit back and watch your lovely sister win a match at her own pace."

After that exchange between sisters, Nha would turn her attention back to Sophia, then suddenly release the woman's legs from her grip to let them flop down to the mat again! Apparently, having already grown bored with this submission, Nha would release her hold on Sophia, unwinding her legs from around her head and freeing her completely. Though once again, this was no charity, merely the prelude to the next round of suffering. Banking on the fact that Sophia probably was in no state to fight back right now, Nha would try to roll the German onto her back. After that, she would move to sit herself on Sophia's lap, facing her head. If she managed this, Nha would then try to pull Sophia up onto a sitting position, with the Egyptian still straddling her legs. That's when Nha's motives would become clear. Once again, the seductresses dangerous legs would snake themselves around Sophia's body for another bodyscissor, only this time Nha would mean to trap Sophia's arms in the lock as well!

When all was complete, Nha would have her opponent trapped in a seated, front facing bodyscissors. It would give the smiling Nha the opportunity to look deep into the poor German's eyes as she began another long squeeeeeeezzzee...

[thesteedman]

With her senses muffled by the grasp of Nha's powerful thighs along with the intense and horrific pressure as they continued to enclose around her skull and smother her, Sophia was unaware of the exchange that occurred between the two siblings. Her world for the time being as naught but pain and suffering, and in this world there was no air. Her spine clicked and creaked more audibly as her spine was bent, feeling her ankles being pulled hard, causing a sharp and agonising sensation to sheer right down her entire spine. What air she had left in her lungs was spent screaming up against Nha's crotch, until she had no breath left at all. She began to move less and less as she felt Nha's legs tighten just a little more, adding unbearable pressure whilst her legs were bent, near threatening to once more touch her head... a position that was not natural to Sophia.

All felt lost... until Sophia found light enter her world and air agonisingly begin to fill her lungs. For a moment Sophia violently coughed as air sucked into her oxygen starved lungs, before shouting out in pain as the aftershock of the hold hit her spine the worst. Sophia was left writhing, gasping breathlessly... near whimpering. Scar had served her time it seemed within the unbearable prison... and for a moment Sophia believed the match was over, that perhaps she had passed out during the terrible and humiliating hold, that the ref finally took initiative and called it before this show could continue. There was a sense of horror however when Nha began to approach her, and Sophia realised Nha had released her on her own accord. Her expression said it all when Nha approached... for the first time Sophia did not look stoic or heroic, nor did she have that impassive resting bitch face that gave off an accidental air of arrogance. Sophia looked visibly concerned, and without a doubt there was a fear that was evident within her beautiful eyes.

"N... no..." Sophia gasped out in a breathless whisper. Her body was exhausted, her visible arms and stomach glistening with sweat. Nha was able to slither upon her, with the German still trying to get over the humiliation of having her head crushed and smothered against Nha's womanhood. By now the majority of the crowd were jeering Nha and her torture of their fan favourite superstar... but there was also a sizable amount of fans that cheered, bringing despair to Sophia's core when she realised... some people where enjoying this?! None more than Nha however. Sophia was still coughing and spluttering from the previous hold, when Nha began to seductively slide against her, purposely rubbing her body against her own, grinding her bare midriff against Sophia's in a deplorable manner that made her groan in both exhaustion, pain and digust. However, it was all music to Nha's ears, and slowly her deadly legs hypnotically wrapped around Sophia's worn down core. Unable to offer resistance or a struggle whilst her lungs were starved of air... Sophia became trapped, gasping out loud as her arms were caught upon her sides in another bodyscissors hold!

Spoiler

With her spine already in agony, the squeeze caused Sophia to arch back, exposing more of her tantalising midriff as a incidental alluring moan was forced from Sophia's parting lips. Caught flat on her knees with Nha upon her lap, she was face to face with Nha for the first time in a submission hold, and she was able to take in all of Sophia's form, seeing her beauty up close, watching her face shift with sheer agony as a few muffled clicks and creaks escaped from her striking body. Bare legs continued to constrict around her waist, and a small line of drool slowly seeped from the side of Sophia's mouth as another long moan was squeezed from her body. She near whimpered against her own will, the air being squeezed from her body once more. Her toes curled and her hands clenched into fists. Her body strained to try and find release, but Nha's legs were too powerful, and only seemed to enclose all the more.

There was certainly something intoxicating about Sophia's appearance for Nha, trapped, humiliated and squeezed... and it all came at the German's expense. She had no words right now, she looked exhausted and fearful... no doubt Sophia just wanted an end to things... but she was too proud to tap out to Nha. It was a perfect situation for the sinister Egyptian to take her time with!

[Darius 2.0]

Everything Nha had done to Sophia so far had been leading to this moment. Every crippling submission hold, every teasing kiss and every mind game the vixen had subjected the German to had been to get here: the moment when Sophia could look deep into Nha's eyes and witness the woman who had demolished her. To see the smiling, beautiful, exotic face of her tormentress. To let her know that despite all her training, all her confidence in her abilities, she had been brought low by a woman who treated the whole affair as a game. A game she would win.....in her own time.

Now seated upon Sophia's lap with her deadly legs coiling around her prey's waist and arms, Nha could get a look at her face that she had not had since the match had begun. Gripping Sophia's shoulders for balance, she was delighted at what she saw. The proud, serious warrior Nha had met earlier was now a sweaty, disheveled mess of her former self. Her soft, angelic face was the picture of agony from being placed into brutal hold after brutal hold. Those eyes, once fierce and determined, now had the unmistakable signs of fear and desperation. There were no insults or declarations emerging from Sophia's lips now; only whimpers and the occasional drool. As Nha crushed away at her weakening body, Nha would only see those whimpers increase. The blue twin had found the German beautiful before the match had started.

Now she found her breathtaking.

Of course, Sophia probably found Nha breathtaking in a different sense, because that's exactly what her bare legs would do to her. The alluring, intimate hold would not be a quick defeat for Sophia, but a long, draining process that Nha was all too happy to milk. Squeezing tighter around Sophia, Nha would compress the bones in the karateka's arms against the ones in her ribs, threatening to break both in she were to go far enough. Fortunately for the blonde, Nha was not there yet. But the bodyscissor was getting tighter by the second, crushing the very air out of her victim's lungs. Nha would watch it all happen on Sophia's features, her mouth curled into a deadly smile.

"Hmmmmm," Nha would moan as she squeeeeezed her poor opponent. "I think I'm starting to fall for you, little Wolfe.....I love a woman who knows I can break her whenever I please...." Just to prove her point, Nha would give a jolt of power into the scissor hold, just to hear her victim whimper. "Hmmmm, I think this is the beginning of something wonderful...."

One of Nha's hands would then travel to the back of Sophia's head so she could take a tight grip on her hair, wanting to yank back on it so Sophia would be forced to look at Nha. Once she had done that, once she had completely exposed Sophia, Nha would move in a plant a long, steamy kiss right on Sophia's lips! Now Nha aimed to take advantage of Sophia once again by plunging her tongue into the German's mouth, wrestling with her own for dominance, all while crushing the life out of her....

[thesteedman]

Sophia Wolfe was no stranger to defeat. Within the Full Metal Wrestling Federation, she was arguably the best wrestler on the roster during her tenure there, but her path to championships and glories had not been without loss. Any wrestler could have their moment, and there were certainly worthy adversaries on the FMW roster that could best Sophia on their best days and had done. Her record was pristine for certain, but victory was never absolute, and Sophia had been defeated and even lost the FMW Championship more than once. It came with the career, even the greatest wrestlers of all time suffered defeats, it was part of the game and part of growth. Sophia Wolfe was far from a legend, but she was certainly on the path to becoming one of the greats... or so she had thought when she came to the LAW.

...

What Sophia was suffering through right now was not mere defeat. The German Wrestler was being outright conquered by the Egyptian Submission Specialist known as Nha. Nha... who was one half of the sisters of Isis. When Sophia entered the match, she held an air of confidence about her... or rather an arrogance. Nha was part of a Tag Team, and the German made the assumption she would not last a extended match against a wrestler who knew nothing but singles wrestling. The German scarred beauty believed Nha would falter, no doubt used to tagging out when the situation became too difficult. With no Sha at the other side of the ropes, Sophia had been confident coming into this match that Nha would begin to falter, that this match would run by the numbers and Wolfe would be victorious in a manner of moments.

....

And now here she was... sat flat upon her own knees, a captive of Nha's sedition. Bare legs were wrapped agonisingly tight around her slender and crushed waist, her arms trapped by her sides. Each long an punishing squeeze forced a low moan from Sophia's parting lips. Such was the Egyptian's domination of Sophia, that she even played up to her early insult when the German had called her a serpent. As such, Nha had playfully lived up to that moniker, almost like a statement, making it her task to squeeze the life out of Sophia. Shamefully... Sophia could pinpoint three moments in the match where she had already lost, where Nha had held her in such a way that escape was impossible.

A testament to the arrogance of Nha and her abilities... Nha had kept the match going, satisfying her own needs and amusement, further making an embarrassment of Sophia. Scar to some degree had only herself to blame. She went into this match overconfident, she more than had the skills to take on Nha and defeat her if she played her own game and fought at her own pace... but Nha got into her head... made her fight recklessly... and now... here she was.

Nha began to slide her lips over Sophia's own, feeling her soft skin teasing her, searching for a kiss when she began to mock and tease Sophia... claiming she was falling for her. No doubt it was just more mind games, but the very concept of Nha falling in love with Sophia seemed both foreign and absolutely terrifying if this was how she treated those she cared about. Near whimpering in despair and agony, Sophia tried to fight the kiss, turning away from her. However, Nha was too well practiced... and a big squeeze around Sophia's waist forced her lips to part for a long moan, before Nha took her lips with her own... slipping in a longing and passionate kiss upon the angelic and slender beauty.

It was already difficult to breathe, but as Nha's tongue invaded her mouth and began to dominate her own, Sophia could no longer breathe at all. Nha's bodyscissors was unique, squeezing all around like a serpents coil, as her calves dug deep into her lower back and her thighs tensed and closed in. Sophia's eyes closed tight, a moan of both agony and protest coming from her lungs as Nha began to take her spoils. It felt like there was no end... that this was her life now, this is what the LAW would remember her for.. becoming Nha's property!

[Darius 2.0]

What was supposed to be a standard match fought between two talented competitors had quickly become a one sided torture session. Nha was consuming Sophia body and soul, destroying her slowly before a conflicted audience. On one hand the karateka's fans were desperately crying for Sophia to rally. On the other hand......some were enthralled at the sight of their idol being picked apart. It seemed Nha's earlier theory about the true purpose of this match may have been more correct than her weakened opponent had realized. Squeezing her relentlessly with her dangerous thighs, Nha felt Sophia's body strain under the pressure. Between the Egyptian's legs, Nha could feel the bones and muscles slowly succumbing little by little to the torturous hold.

But Nha's main focus was the kiss she forcing upon poor Sophia. The steamy embrace and the fact that the German was completely at her mercy gave rise to Nha's passions. The vixen would absolutely ravage her victim's mouth, pressing her lips hard against Sophia's. moaning as she did so. Her invading tongue would explore every inch of Sophia's mouth, pushing aside the woman's own, taking complete ownership. Her grip on Sophia's hair held her in place, not giving the German any means to pull away from the lip lock. Their grinding bodies, the kiss, and Sophia's pathetic whimpers were driving Nha into a frenzy, the unexpected result of which was a further tightening f the body scissor around Sophia's waist!

After nearly a full minute of kissing her wounded foe and literally sucking the air out of her, Nha would break the kiss with a gasp, finally coming up for air herself! She panted for air, her face flush and sporting a lustful grin. The Egyptian would lick her blue colored lips, still tasting Sophia upon them before giggling in amusement. "(Lovely)," she whispered in Egyptian, the grip she had on Sophia's hair forcing the German to look Nha in the eyes. "You really know the way to my heart, Sophia. Submissiveness is a good color on you...."

With that Nha would descend on Sophia with another full kiss on the mouth, barely having given the poor woman time to breath. Once again forcing herself on the blonde, Nha would take it a step further by snaking her free hand up to Sophia's breasts before unashamedly copping a feel. Nha would grope and squeeze the orb between her fingers as she once again ravaged Sophia. It seemed she had not yet had her fill of humiliating the karateka!

[thesteedman]

What felt like an eternity would pass. Nha's lips dominated her own, whilst her tongue took control, slipping into and exploring every inch within her mouth for a longing and disturbingly passionate kiss. Sophia kept her eyes closed tightly, with a muffled whimper and moan of protest, her natural reaction to try and pull away. Nha's grip upon her hair however kept her locked in place, whilst her arms were trapped tightly against her sides, caught in the vice like grip of the oppressing bodyscissors. Little air would enter Sophia's lungs, denied by a deepening kiss, whilst the constant constricting grasp of Nha's cameral thighs continued to slowly enclose all the tighter around her slender and straining frame. Where her arms had previously managed to somewhat resist the squeeze, they now agonisingly dug tightly into her form, void of any real strength to struggle. With each second, somehow Nha became more ferocious, more passionate, sinking Sophia deeper into the embrace and deeper still into that dominating kiss.

The moans of ecstasy... the constant grinding of Nha's scantily clad form against her own body and the manner in which her legs continued to somehow enclose tighter... and now this kiss... this ongoing unpardonable kiss that never seemed to end. It was all too much. A few clicks and creaks sounded out from Sophia's tensed and straining form, forcing another long muffled moan from Sophia that was seemingly consumed by Nha and her deep kiss. Her body was giving ever so slowly, her body looking dangerously compressed around the waist area in what had to be one of the most devastating bodyscissors ever witnessed. There was little relief when Nha finally broke the kiss as her scissor remained... Sophia gasped out breathlessly, breathing deeply, loudly and painfully as her chest rose and fell. The German looked exhausted, her body glistening with sweat and her hair becoming more unkempt whilst Nha grasped onto it. It made Sophia look all the more appealing regrettably to a twisted soul such as Nha, her visible abs strained, her eyes remained half closed and her mouth open to try and intake as much air as she could. Slowly she was forced to look upon Nha deep within her eyes, as the Egyptian began to whisper sweet nothings to her, all but absorbing every moment and relishing in it.

It was tragically a shame. There was no denying Nha was an absolute goddess of a woman, from her alluring and exotic beauty, to her well defined and well tuned frame and stunning body. Nha was the epitome of physical exquisiteness, and Sophia could not deny that despite her absolute detestation for her. If Nha had not been so sinister and perverted to her very core, Sophia would have certainly found her appearance very much appealing, and may have even potentially approached her... perhaps get to know her if she had been anything but the deviant sadist she turned out to be. Instead she lay trapped within her dangerous legs, having half the life squeezed from her by bare sultry yet powerful legs. The sounds that were forced from her were music to Nha's ears, and she could feel Nha shiver in pleasure, feel the heat of intoxication radiating from her body as she continued to feed from Sophia's misery. Sophia's lips parted, trying to find words... some form of statement for Nha that would make this all go away. She was denied however when Nha slipped in for another kiss.

This one was just as unbearable as the last. She felt her hair become released, but her arm instead wrapped around her neck, as if locking in a more loving embrace upon her captive. Sophia groaned and tried to resist when Nha's hand began to slide over her bare stomach, caressing firmly against her straining abs, sliding up between the muscles that felt like they could burst at any moment, such was the strength of Nha's grip. She gasped within the kiss, feeling that hand firmly slide up higher, slowly caressing over one of her breasts. Fingers curled over the curves of her chest, as Nha had a handful, letting her grasp tighten to squeeze Sophia's breast in her hand. The notion made Sophia writhe in protest, but Nha kept her in place... legs squeezing, the kiss becoming all the more vicious. Sophia wanted to scream... she tried to scream... but a long squeeze draw the breathe from her... and Nha merely slipped her tongue deeper into Sophia's mouth, kissing with an unnatural passion...

It felt like an eternity would pass...

[Darius 2.0]

Once again, but perhaps more hungrily this time, Nha would dominate Sophia in the one-sided kiss, all while sapping the strength from her rapidly weakening body. Earlier, Sophia had compared Nha to a snake from the way she slithered and wrapped herself around the German to place her in awful submission holds. This latest dominating display, however, who have Nha resembling that of a parasite, clinging to her victim tightly and slowly draining the life out of her. While Nha may not have been out to take Sophia's life, she was certainly out to make the woman's life a living torment. This was the most sadistic Nha had been in the LAW ring yet, leaving some people to wonder: did sharing a ring with her twin sister Sha somehow curb Nha's more eccentric tendencies, or was it the fact she didn't often get a victim all to herself?

Regardless, Nha was loving every second of her time with Sophia. When she had first laid eyes on the woman, the first thing she fantasized about was breaking away that tough exterior of hers and exposing the submissive underneath. She was close to making her fantasy a reality, she just knew it. The weak, pathetic look on Sophia's face before Nha kissed her again said it all. Nha was confident that she had all but broken any hope Sophia might have had in winning the match. The quicker the German accepted her new reality the better it would be for the both of them.

Moaning into the kiss, Nha again made herself at home by going to town on Sophia's chest, squeezing and groping her boob with wnton abandon. The crowd was of course loving the show. Any fans Sophia had in the audience were drowned out by the loud cat calls and hollers of the horndog majority. Whoever won or lost was momentarily forgotten as the passionate scene unfolded before them, even if it was at the expense of one unfortunate wrestler!

Again, after another lengthy kiss, Nha would pull away with a gasp. Again she looked into Sophia's droopy eyes, panting in excitement, her face flush and lustful. No longer holding onto her blonde hair, Nha would use one of her hands to grab Sophia's chin so she could use it to lift her head up, forcing her to look the Egyptian straight in the eyes. "This can all be over, little Wolfe..." Nha whispered to her prey. "You just have to do one little thing for me...." Nha's eyes would flash dangerously before continuing.

"Beg me. I want you to beg me to let you submit. Do that.....and this can all be over." Nha smiled wickedly at the German, having no doubt in her mind that she would get what she wanted. Sophia was no longer strong enough to resist her whims. All she had to do was wait...

[thesteedman]

Sophia near looked a shell of her former self. She was known for always being stoic and proud in appearance, looking formidable and having the prowess and skill to back it all up. Right now however... she was exhausted... squeezed and tormented. For certain she had been tested in the past, but never had she gone through something like this. Nha had twice kissed her freely, keeping her slender form in an agonisingly tight bodylock with her powerful legs, whilst her hand continued to grope and feel every inch of Sophia's chest that was coated only by a layer of material that made her top. Nha looked like a lover... pressed unbearably close, her lips dancing against Sophia's as she whispered to her... a way out.

To give up now... it would bring an end to this torture... Or so that was the promise... But if Sophia gave up now, what had she been doing enduring for so long? What would it even mean if she gave up now after all of that? Sophia's mind was conflicted... part of her wanted to roar out her surrender, to put this whole experience behind her... Nha's lips continued to brush against her own, her body slowly grinding and sliding against Sophia's, making her wince and arch. Sophia moaned out loud as Nha's legs continued to tighten for what looked like a final squeeze... and slowly, Sophia parted her lips... looking like she was about to utter a surrender.

Though a part of her had looked to give up.. another part had other ideas, and it voiced things much louder... Sophia leaned forwards suddenly, biting against Nha's lower lip hard... not quite breaking the skin, but certainly hard enough to catch Nha off guard. The purpose was to make her head reel back... give Sophia some room. She deplored such tactics, but Sophia went for a big headbutt, looking to catch Nha's head with her own. She hated using such moves... but given her situation and how Nha was treating her, Sophia was more than willing to make an exception. Sophia could not give Nha the satisfaction of surrender! After all she had done to her... what Nha was still doing to her... to give her a submission, Sophia would not forgive herself.

Sophia hoped the head butt would loosen the oppressing bodyscissors that had been her bane for so long. If she could not get her body free, she hoped to at least slip her arms free. First she would attempt to smash Nha's hand from her breast, before looking to strike against her solar plexus hard with a closed fist. Her arms tingled from the lack of circulation... her chest burned from lack of air and she could feel her strength had been significantly drained... but a determination gave her strength... anger drove her on when she should have collapsed with exhaustion... and paying Nha back for her torture kept her pressing onward despite her failing energy.

Sophia looked to plant a few more strikes against Nha, before she would lean in and try and wrap her arm around Nha's neck from under, hoping to attempt a Guillotine choke upon her!
"I.... will not... submit to you...." Sophia exclaimed with a trembling yet defiant tone.

[Darius 2.0]

After an extended period of being in control, Nha had grown very confident that Sophia was hers to do with as she pleased; and why wouldn't she? She had already proven that she was the superior woman. In her mind the match was already won. Hell, she could have won the match three times over if she had truly wanted to. But where would be the fun in that? It wasn't often Nha didn't have to share an opponent with her sister; she wanted to make it last. What was happening now was just for Nha's personal enjoyment, and maybe for the audience's as well.

Finally, Nha would demand Sophia surrender and beg her submission. It may have been a true offer of mercy, or perhaps it was another cruel mind game. Maybe it was both. Nha was certainly smiling wickedly after she made the offer, so confident was she that the German would take it. Women like Sophia were proud and arrogant up until the point all hope had been taken from them. Then they turned into mewling schoolgirls under Nha's touch. Still smiling, Nha leaned in to hear those delicious words fall from Sophia's lips.......and was completely caught off guard when the woman bit upon her lip!

Nha squealed in surprise, the pain coming quickly despite Sophia opting to not break the skin. As intended, the blue twin recoiled in alarm at the sudden offensive. "Y-You goddamn bit - UGGHH!!!" Nha's furious words would be cut off when the headbutt rocked her world, catching her completely by surprise when it collided with her temple. Stars danced across Nha's vision, and the Egyptian groaned in a daze, unable to see straight for the moment. As a result, her bodyscissors loosened for the first time since it was locked it. It turned out to be just enough time for Sophia to slip her tortured arms free, and suddenly the German was helpless no longer!

"GUHH!!" Nha gasped breathlessly when the hard punch collided into her solar plexus, which in her dazed state had no possibility of blocking. She gaped like a fish out of water, unable to get a proper breath in after the blow, and as a result her scissoring legs would fall free of Sophia's waist, releasing any holds she had on the woman, yet still remaining seated on her lap. Gaping and gasping, Nha was again unable to stop another of SOphia's offensives, this one being a sudden Guillotine choke around her neck, bending her over to get trapped under the German's armpit, to which she could only groan in protest.

In the span of a mere few seconds, Sophia had unexpectedly turned the match around in a big way!