Pleasure Through Pain: Eliza vs. Origa

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Eliza continued to scream, struggle and groan in pain outwardly as she seemed to be tortured by her idol befitting the name of the hold that bent her body like a rubberband. Though inwardly, she LOVED it! This was the type of scenario she only could dream about watching the former Dark Queen on TV, imagine her being broken like those Indy girls before the amazon.

Eventually though, Eliza was sent flopping back as she crashed with a thud on the canvas behind her, Origa having release her with a torture rack which caused the heiress to groan upon impact. Eliza had a slight blush, from what the fans or even Origa could guess a bit flustered at being taken to the proverbial woodshed, but in truth was arousal of being manhandled like some child. Though when asked how she felt Eliza once the ringing in the ear stopped needed to give an answer that was less obvious of her state.

Something made easier given the soreness of the submission and crash.

"n-nggg....i-impressive..." Eliza groaned, a compliment to her idol as she groaned a bit trying seemingly to get on her knees if nothing else though seemed oh so vulnerable and ripe for Origa to do what she wished with.

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Origa giggled at Eliza’s response. Yet inwardly, she had to admit that this little blonde had the pain tolerance and endurance of a semi truck. Sure she was absolutely hurting at the moment, but compared to all of Origa’s other opponents, they would’ve been down for the count a long time ago. Yet little Eliza here just kept on going out of pure determination. If she hadn’t told the amazon how she wanted this match to last as long as possible, Origa would’ve begun to think that she liked this.

Sadly that only meant she had to continue. So once more pulling the blonde up by her hair. Origa would bend over slightly and wrap her arm over her neck. There she grabbed the hem of the blondes skirt and would lift her up vertically. Up and up until Eliza’s legs were pointing straight towards the ceiling. There Origa let her hang there, allowing the blood to rush to her head and get all nice and dizzy.

Then, like the meteor that killed the dinosaurs. Origa would lean back and send her poor opponent crashing onto the canvas with a merciless bang! She had to be finished after a suplex of that magnitude.

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Eliza groaned, oh she was in a lot of pain. Granted, even this great beating had not been the worst she had ever taken, but it still was no picnic and really considering who it was coming from it made it all the more special to her. And it seemed thankfully Origa had not caught on that she was enjoying this too much as she seemed to set up for another move.

Eliza let out a light yelp as she was picked up by the hair, the crowd seemed to be cheering on Origa wanting to see another display of strength from the amazon. And they would soon enough get their wish, as Eliza was hoisted up high overhead and everything flipped upside down as she felt the blood rush to her head making her cheeks red, well rather more red than from the blush already present.

Soon enough though the heiress was sent slamming down with a thud after a stalled delay, the vertical suplex causing the smaller girl to almost bounce off the canvas with a thud as she lied on her back moaning; seemingly all vulnerable for what had to be the finish.

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And with a mighty crash Origa had slammed Eliza down in a brutal suplex. The ring shook from the impact as Origa swore that she saw the blonde bounce like she was made of rubber for a brief second. Taking a moment to rest, Origa didn’t get back up immediately. She had just put Eliza through move after move and she felt she needed to let her body rest for a second or two.

But not any longer. For the amazon would soon roll over onto her hands and knees and look over the damage she had done. It wasn’t her finisher, but a suplex like that was liable to put the toughest of wrestlers down for the count. So Origa would crawl over to Eliza’s prone form and lay her belly across the blondes. Then all that was needed was a lift of her opponents leg and the pin was in place.

Once more the referee would slide in close and begin to slap her hand against the Mat. Once…twice…!

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Eliza groaned out, the move seemed to have forced all the energy out of the heiress as she seemed oh so vulnerable. Shellshocked even, though while that was the crowd's view of her expression it was more a starstruck blast as she panted in the momentary rest.

She felt het leg being hooked and the amazon press her muscular body on hers, which caused Eliza to unconsciously blush, as the referee began the count. Perhaps this was good, she had gotten beaten down from pillar to post, and while it was short, maybe she was greedy to ask for more. Besides, she lacked much strength, she might not be able to kick out if she wanted to.

However, when the count hit two, Eliza seemed to breath in. No, she wanted more, this was just getting good, she couldn't let it end here. In spite of the pain and fatigue, just before the referee could count 3 she would force her shoulder barley off the canvas.

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The first count came and Origa let out a slow breath. This match had been fun, but it was time for it to end. She was getting more and more concerned with hurting her new friend with every slam she punished her with. The amazon had to marvel though at the extreme endurance Eliza had. To be able to be put through so much and keep going was something Origa was incredibly impressed with.

But just like the second slap, this was the final seconds of the match. The amazon laid atop Eliza’s motionless body and waited for the end to come. Only it didn’t happen, as in a shocking twist! Eliza’s shoulder would come up and Origa would be left stunned. Popping onto her knees, the amazon could only stare in wonder as she watched Eliza panting on her side. Even the referee was shocked beyond words.

Then the Amazon’s eyes narrowed and she would gently pick Elizas head off the floor. ”I don’t know what you’re trying to prove with all this. But don’t you think it’s time to end this? Your career is just beginning, and I don’t want to be the woman that ended it so soon.” She whispered with Eliza’s head in her hands.

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"Nggg...I-I want...." Eliza moaned weakly, really she couldn't give the honest reason. The blows Origa had given her were strong, but Eliza had been able to take quite the beating and keep going, all for her own personal desire to feel pain, to be humiliated and dominated by her superior foe. The true arousal of being the jobber, but naturally she could never confess that to Origa.

Her body weakly was picked up, as Eliza did have a determination. A reason to keep going even beyond her own unique fetish, as she weakly looked up when Origa whispered to her and worked to finish an answer. "...t-to make this special, to keep going..." she confessed, both showing a spirit and how much of a fan of Origa she was to want this to continue all the more.

Course, as she was shifted to her knees, her hand unconsciously reached for support. Grasping at Origa's thighs naturally to try and pull herself up, but one hand missed the thigh given she was trying to snap into action, and not thinking as clearly which seemed to reach for Origa's crotch...

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It was clear that the Amazon’s moves were taking a toll on Eliza. The blonde slurred her words as she pawed desperately to get up. Once more Origa thought that she should end this, but she didn’t know if the blonde would simply kick out again. She looked more than a little worn out, maybe the giant could simply drag her out of the ring and allow the referee to count her out.

Was it a crude way to end the match? Probably, but her tiny opponent was giving Origa no choice. When the amazon heard how Eliza wanted to make the match special, Origa sighed. ”I get that, really I do. But would you rather have multiple wonderful matches to look back on? Or just one while you walk out of the arena with a limp? Let’s just end this ok.” Origa whispered.

But either Eliza didn’t listen or didn’t hear because the blonde would continue to paw against her thighs. Trying to drag herself to her feet. Origa’s shoulders sagged slightly as she realized she probably would need to finish this via count out and was about to pull Eliza up so she could take her to the ropes. That is, until a grab at her crotch made her body freeze, and a soft gasp to leave her lips.

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Eliza of course was unaware of what effect this had, or really where she had even been grabbing at to be honest. It all was a minor blur as she focused more on trying to get to her feet and pull herself off to shake said cobwebs. Naturally this caused her to squeeze at the crotch a little harder as she worked her way shakily to her feet.

"N-no...no... Eliza said, shaking her head weakly as she pulled on the crotch and tried to look the amazon idol of hers in the eye. Seemed she was dead set on still going, in spite of the blows she had been given to this point. ...this isn't just any match, this is the match. And I-I want to keep going long as I can."

Course her hand unintentionally squeezed at the amazon's crotch as she made her determined plea for more, she'd need another minute before she'd realize what she grabbed, though her focus on Origa's reaction seemed to fill her mind for the time being.

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Origa has been the driving force of this match since the beginning. Sure the mousey blonde had some spots to shine, but those were usually because the amazon allowed it. She wanted Eliza to strut her stuff, so instead of constantly throwing her around the ring. Origa would let her get a few hits in. This however still didn’t change the fact that Origa was still the one in control.

However that seemed to change as the pink blob refused to allow herself to be covered for the three count. Despite getting demolished by Origa’s offense, Eliza still wished to continue. Much to the Amazon’s concern as Origa was afraid of ending her new friends career before it could truly begin. But Eliza was stubborn so Origa would begin to drag the mousey girl back up to her feet.

That is until a hand on her crotch made her whole body freeze. A hot gasp escaping past Origa’s lips as she felt Eliza’s hand squeeze between her legs. The blonde seemingly didn’t notice however as she continued to tell Origa why she wanted the match to continue. Origa meanwhile was having trouble splitting her focus between that and the hand pressing against her. If Eliza were to realize, she would see the amazon chewing her lip and doing her best to not allow any embarrassing sounds from escaping.