VIP vs. Leonie Bowen - NHB "I Quit" Match

[Dubski]

Vanessa's knee had landed hard. She was never much of a striker, but she could throw a strong one if necessary, and the situation certainly called for it. "How smart do you feel now, you perverted, red-haired worm!?" screamed VIP, incensed with anger right now. Having Leonie at her mercy, she wasted no time capitalizing on it.

Grabbing Bowen in a headlock, Price hauled her back, and then she would throw both of them forward with the Headlock Driver she calls Rejection! The impact would be crushing, painful, and concussive. But even though she hit that maneuver, she was hardly going to allow herself to be done there. Not by any stretch. Not after what Leonie had done to her. Vanessa I. Price had far more to deal to her.

[FreestylePoet]

The world spun around Leonie. Her only anchor to this world was the woman she hated -- the woman who currently had her limp on her shoulder. Leonie would've complained ardently about the arrangement, but her brain couldn't even begin to find the words. Only vague groaning sounds, as messy as the redhead's mind.

She wouldn't get a reprieve, as Vanessa soon stepped around to place Leonie in a headlock! Vaguely, the Lioness felt herself be hauled back... and then tossed forward, right into the canvas! "GUH-!" She slammed into the mat forehead-first, turning what was a mind filled with static into an absolute whirlwind. She flopped onto her back -- or at least what she hoped was her back -- beyond dazed and confused. Up was down, down was up, and around it all was a throbbing headache. There she laid, utterly helpless before her angry foe.

[Dubski]

Leonie had went up, and then down with crushing impact thanks to Vanessa I. Price, who had driven her into the mat hard! As Vanessa pushed herself off the mat, she could tell that Bowen was nearly out. Scowling, looking furious, and ready to enact her vengeance, VIP was not about to forget what Leonie had done to her. "This... does not bode well for you," stated Price before grabbing hold of the back of Bowen's top and giving it a few hard tears before ripping it off entirely.

Looking at the tatters of what remained, Vanessa wasn't about to stop even there, now having her opponent completely topless before her. "You will pay, I promise you that," said Price through gritted teeth, preparing the broken top of her opponent for her next attack. She locked her legs around Leonie's closest arm before taking her top and yanking back hard in a modified Stick Your Neck Out crossface, trying to choke the life out of her, with the added bonus of Leonie's breasts now being bare and on display for the entire crowd to see. "Go on, submit! Submit like the weak little brat you are!"[/b] screamed VIP, absolutely punishing her opponent now.

[FreestylePoet]

The world spun above Leonie as she struggled to regain her anchor. In between the roiling ebbs and flows of her consciousness, sharp waves of pain washed over her. The Rejection! had done a number on her, and now her brain was in shambles. Vanessa's taunt was a garble to her, but Leonie nonetheless groaned at the mere sound of her arrogant foe.

Only the insistent tugs at her top caused Leonie to stir. And when her attire was ripped from her body, it was like a splash of cold water! Leonie immediately shrieked, moving to cover up. She was a proud and sex-positive woman, but she was also forcibly exposed for the first time. Her cheeks bloomed a deep red to match the fiery orange of her hair. Leonie tried to cover up, but the fashionista swiftly locked her up in a modified crossface! The Stick Your Neck Out wrung at her throat, bent her back, and rubbed once more at her raw red face!

Still, she wouldn't submit! "N-Nooo!" Leonie yelled. Her arms writhed in the air uselessly, pawing towards a set of ropes that she was much too far to reach. As she squirmed in VIP's grasp, her generous breasts heaved back and forth. On instinct she tried to cover herself up; the endeavor was of course fruitless and only served to waste her energy. But she was still defiant. "Noooooooo! I w-won't tap out! Ghhk -- not... to you!"

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price kept the Stick Your Neck Out locked in tight, using the fabric of Leonie's outfit to tear back harder on the hold. She growled as she was trying to resist, refusing to tap. Looking angry, and annoyed, and then scowling, Price found herself annoyed by the maneuver. She then gave a very, very hard tug on the outfit, choking Bowen even harder with her own attire before finally releasing it. "Oh, you'll give up, Liony... You just aren't ready yet... You want to see just how far I'll go... and I promise you, you won't like it," threatened Vanessa.

The fashionista would then grab hold of Bowen's shorts and underwear this time as she begins to stand up. Then, she uses both hands to hold her opponent up by the shorts, keeping Leonie's hips in the air, and then VIP yanks them down clean down her legs before wrestling them around Leonie's boots! She wanted her opponent completely nude now, so she could keep her entirely humiliated, and then bring her one step closer to wanting to submit.

[FreestylePoet]

Leonie couldn't decide between vying for a rope break, covering up her exposed chest, or scrabbling desperately at the cloth around her neck. Her indecision only caused her tits to bounce with each reach back and forth. Eventually, however, the decision was made for her, as Vanessa released the hold. The auburn woman didn't get much respite, though, as soon enough VIP stood and started to pull at the waistband of her spats!

"H-Hey!" Leonie stammered out. Her bravado was almost completely gone, her competitive fire having turned into an inferno playing out across her cheeks. "What are you- AAAH!" She let out a girlish squeal as her spats were tugged all the way down her body!

Now Leonie was naked for all the world to see -- her family, her friends, everyone back home, not to mention the hundreds in the audience here tonight! She rose to her knees, covering up as best she could as a cold sweat started to break out on her face. Then she turned towards VIP with a scowl. "What the hell was that!?"

Flush though she was, she was also pissed as hell. "Oh, I'll make you pay for that." She sprung to her feet, exposing herself fully before the audience as she lunged for VIP... only to flop unceremoniously onto the canvas, tripped by the very same shorts that were still around her ankles!

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price had managed to yank those shorts straight down Leonie's body, letting out a laugh of amusement as she could see her panic flow through her, and the humiliation. And Vanessa savored it before finally Leonie settled onto anger, standing back up and looking like she'd come at her. As Price went to a defensive pose, she watched Leonie fall forward, her shorts tripping her up. With loud, sharp laugh, Price shook her head and then walked over to her fallen opponent.

"Oh Liony... you aren't doing anything of the sort," said the fashionista confidently. She stepped over top of Bowen and grabbed her shorts, pulling them off of her and tossing them away to leave her opponent nude. "Well, you're going to moan like a bitch now, but that's not up to you," stated VIP before leaning down on Leonie's back with both of her knees. She folded Leonie's legs behind her own legs and grabbed hold of her neck with her other hand. Then, Vanessa would roll back, locking in a Bow & Arrow hold. And then soon, Leonie's entire nude body was being displayed and stretched in front of the entire audience, keeping it locked in tight. "Feel free to submit when you'd like," stated Vanessa plainly, torqueing the hold in tight.

[FreestylePoet]

The crowd tittered as Leonie fell to the ground, tripped by her own spats. But Vanessa's looming insults were far louder to the farm girl. She pulled herself up, wincing but still intending to get back at Vanessa for this embarrassment. Unfortunately, she didn't get far before Vanessa stepped astride her and finished her stripping. Leonie felt a weight on her back, then saw herself get flipped belly-up, before-

"GAAAGH!" Suddenly, her back popped as VIP's knees were driven into it like a pair of spears! Tension mounted in her spine, and Leonie cried out in pain! She writhed as best she could, but there just wasn't any escape! In fact, every shift in her body worked against her, producing a new bounce in her bosom, a new angle for photographs, and a new pitiful cry of effort. "Ghkh... Noooo!"

"Let go!" she demanded. "Let go or I'll... I'll... Damnit!" Still, she refused to give up. There had to be a way out of this!

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price was great a punishing submissions, and this was no different. She began to bounce Leonie on her knees over and over, laying on punishing pain. Part of her almost wished that Bowen wouldn't surrender. It would allow her to escalate things even more. Even as Leonie was trying to stay bold and demand her release from the hold, VIP only became more and more amused as she smirked. "Well, I guess I have no choice then..." stated Vanessa nonchalantly.

Then, Price adjusted the hold to ensure Bowen's legs were secured by her own, and then she slid her hand up Leonie's thigh before plunging two fingers into her sex, starting to pump her slowly at first before picking up the pace. She wanted her mewling like a used whore, humiliated, and utterly ploughed in front of the entire crowd. And after enough time, she would plunge a third finger in, finger banging her to relentlessly. She wanted her to climax in front of this waiting crowd and know her place fully.

[FreestylePoet]

No matter how good Vanessa was at submissions, Leonie resolved to grit her teeth and take it. There had to be a way to get out of this, and as soon as she did, she'd make sure to-

"A-Ah-!" Leonie let out a squeak as two long, manicured digits penetrated her down below! "What are you... Nnngod!" Leonie's face burned a deeper red than ever before, but any resistance she might have posed was quickly doused by the pleasure that VIP forced upon her. It wasn't too long until, despite herself, Leonie's womanhood started to spasm and wetten.

It was then that it hit her: This wasn't just Vanessa being a bitch for the hell of it. No, this was her getting revenge for Leonie stripping and groping her earlier! If she'd just been able to put the fashionista away quicker, then this wouldn't be happening. In other words, this was a trapping of Leonie's own design! And she hated it!

In a more sinister way, though, Leonie loved it. "Nn- Nnnhaaah~!" She let out a girlish moan as Vanessa accelerated the pace, fucking her with two fingers then three. Vanessa I. Price was a very talented woman, and it wasn't long until Leonie's erotic sighs were accompanied by a telltale wet sound.

"Nnnooo, no." She started to beg, just barely holding back the tears. "Nonono, please stop, please don't make me- I'm gonna...!" She was close. Everyone knew it. But the magic words never left Leonie's mouth!