Alpha Cats Battle: Ossi Shamar Vs Berserk Liger

[The Riders]

The crowd is clearly on Liger side. Some are even chanting wanting the woman to do more to her opponent, and others just want the poor beaten woman to suffer more and more just to make them happy and please them. Which Liger had no issue or problem doing since she's enjoying herself crushing this smug wannabe heel wrestler.

"Ooohhh what wrong Ossi. I thought you was going to teach me a lesson and dominate me." that cruel, mocking tone of voice. Even after hearing Ossi plead and beg, it doesn't move the young woman at all, as Liger would reach down grabbing the woman by the hair and yanks her to her feet. "I guess you just want to keep getting beat up by me then, since that begging was pretty weak."

As she throws another kick right between the Heiress crotch .

[arktriumph]

It appeared that all Ossi's begging was for nought, as despite debasing herself in such a way, Liger didn't seem to be finished with her yet. The other woman grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her feet.

Ossi's embarrassment was only compounded as her foe reminded her of her arrogant words at the start of the match. How had it gone so wrong? She'd been winning, then like the flick of a switch Liger had turned the tables and obliterated her...

"AIIGH!" Ossi squealed as Liger delivered another kick to the heiress's already aching crotch. Her hands flew down to grab her nether regions, her knees buckling and only Liger's grip on her hair holding the defeated Arab upright. "Gnnhh... I quit... I quit..." she burbled pathetically, tears welling in her eyes from the pain.

[The Riders]

Liger can honestly that this match is going as she planned it to. Dominating Ossi like this just sends those pleasurable shivers up and down her spine, the thought of forcing her foe to beg to be let go like she is some deity... she wants more of it and seeing that her opponent is still in front of her, it is her right to take it and that is what she's going to do.

"Ossi... You poor weak little thing. I'm not done with you, yet I told you many times, the only way you're going to leave this ring is by pleasing me... And I am not pleased.' Liger says to the crying woman. Leaning forward, sticking her tongue out and licking the heiress cheek with her tongue in a exotic way.

With a hard yank of her opponent hair, Liger is able to turn Ossi around so that the woman back slams into her chest. Liger is able to slide her arm underneath her opponent own before using her hand to cover the woman mouth, her other hand slides between Ossi legs to tease her crotch slowly. Trapping her Foe in the Huntress Bite hold.

"You won't mind having a taste... She says before biting her opponent on the neck.

[arktriumph]

Ossi's pride has been thoroughly broken by the utter domination Liger had visited upon her, leaving the once haughty Arab a quaking, sobbing mess. Her crotch ached from the constant attacks, her bronze body glowing in the lights as she stood there, naked save for her boots and gloves. However, it seemed that no amount of shameless begging from the Syrian heiress could stop Liger's mission of destruction.

A sobbing whimper escaped Ossi's lips as her foe's tongue ran tantalizingly up her cheek, making her shudder as she stood there, utterly helpless.

"P-please... I -AGGH!" she squealed as she was yanked around by the hair, finding Liger's body pressed against her from behind. She let out a gasp of shock, before Liger's hand came up, hooking under Ossi's arm before covering her mouth, smothering out the heiress's cry of surprise. Things only go worse from there as Liger's other hand descended down and began to tease Ossi's sex!

"MNGHHHH!" she blurted into the hand over her mouth, her eyes rolling at the unexpected pleasure of her conqueror's touch. Her body shuddered again and she found herself slumping submissively against Liger's body, all fight having long since been beaten out of her. She felt the sharp pain as Liger's teeth nipped the side of her neck, the sensation only serving to further confuse the addled mind of Ossi Shamar!

[The Riders]

"mmm You taste so wonderful Ossi." Liger would say into the beaten woman ear. Leaving her mark on the woman bronze skin with her teeth.

Her hand is still rubbing the woman dampening sex slowly. Rubbing and teasing the woman clit with her fingers slowly in a figure eight like motion, before giving the woman what she wants in the end. Sliding two of her fingers inside the woman wet dripping sex, before thrusting them in and out of her body slowly to tease and keep her on the edge.

'Oh so wet... so submissive, you dirty little loser.' Taunting again while finger fucking her opponent. She could end this match at any time she wanted it to end, but to weaken Ossi up some more and prove once and for all who the better woman is. "Come for me, surrender even farther to me... You want to give the fans what they want, Ossi..." giving her earlobe a soft lick with her tongue, edging the other woman on even more.

[arktriumph]

This couldn't be happening. It just... couldn't. The pain had been bad enough, but now Liger was subjecting Ossi to an even more awful fate - threatening to bring the prideful Syrian to climax in front of the LAW fans! But it was happening and she was helpless to stop it. She let out a squeal of shock as Liger's fingers pressed inside her, expertly teasing her to greater and greater levels of arousal. In a matter of seconds she was sopping wet, her nipples standing out like bullets as she succumbed to Liger's touches. The gentle lick of her ear only served to further push Ossi into sensual oblivion.

Soon it was all too much for the Arab heiress. Her body melted in Liger's touch, any and all semblance of pride evaporating in an instant as she began to gyrate mindlessly in her foe's grip. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, a muffled, high pitched wail of arousal escaping from behind the smothering embrace of Liger's hand. Soon the the sensation between her legs was too much to contain...

"Nghh...hnnhghh...HNNGHHH... MPPPGGGHHHHAAAAAAA!" With a final scream of ecstasy Ossi came explosively, her juices staining the canvas beneath her as she bucked and writhed wildly in Liger's grip. The shattering orgasm lasted for several seconds and when she was spent Ossi went limp in the arms of her conqueror, utterly spent. Her knees buckled and the only thing holding her upright was Liger's grip as she sagged against the other woman, mewling pathetically with her eyes fluttering as she clung to consciousness.

[The Riders]

The crowd is shaken right now. Nobody would have believed that Liger would dominate someone like Ossi this badly, even to the point of forcing the woman to come in the middle of the ring like that. As it starts slowly, but cheers start to come from the crowd wanting Liger to do more to her already beaten opponent, while others cheer for the newly crowned heel.

Liger feels the rest of the fight and will leave Ossi body as she made the other woman come in her submission hold. Taking her hand that was covering her opponent mouth away, allowing her to breath, but keeps fingering her foe wet sex, not allowing her to take a break at all. ' Such a good girl Ossi now, tell me do you surrender?. If you say yes, I will let you go with what left of your dignity left... Or I put you through my other two finishers that will leave you limp. Your choice?.'

Tilting the woman head to the side as she kisses the Heiress on the lips, sliding her tongue inside the newly conquered Ossi mouth. 'Mmm... well what do you decide to do, hmm do as you're told. Or suffer some more for the fans and my amusement.?'

[arktriumph]

Shame engulfed Ossi after she was subjected to the worst possible embarrassment at her opponent's hands, the proud heiress being brought to a humiliating orgasm in front of the fans. All resistance evaporated and she simply stood there in Liger's grip, totally defeated and allowing the other woman to do as she pleased with the Arab's glistening body.

When Liger gave her ultimatum the thought of continued resistance never even entered Ossi's sex-addled mind. Whining and squeaking with continued arousal she nodded through the invasive kisses that overwhelmed her.

"Yes... yes ... mnhh ... I surrender, I surrender..." Ossi mewled between kisses, completely broken by Liger's domination. She allowed the other woman's tongue to invade her mouth, her hips mindlessly pressing forward as Liger continued to stimulate her throbbing sex. "Mnnghh... I surrender... you are the victor... mnhh... please I surrender..."

[The Riders]

Kissing Ossi like this sends another pleasurable tingle down her spine. Still stimulating her opponent sex with her fingers before taking them away, holding her fingers up in front of Ossi so that she can see how soaked they are. 'See that my pet, you made my fingers all sticky from your juices. But since you begged so nicely for me, I guess our fun is going to end.' Taunting her foe some more before pushing her to the ground.

Rolling her opponent over to her back. Liger grabs her opponent's legs and spreads them out wide. Next, She grabs her opponent's right arm and places it in between their legs. She immobilizes the right arm by placing her opponent's right leg on top of it. Liger then places her opponent's left arm on top of the right leg, and immobilizes the other limbs by placing her opponent's left leg on top of the rest. Next, she turns her opponent over, so they are on their knees, bent over with their bottoms facing up. Before, Liger finishes the move by sitting cross-legged on her opponent's back. Using her Finisher Queen Throne on the beaten Heiress.

'Oh my, You make a lovely throne for me Ossi… Now lay there and think about what you have done…' she says, crossing her right leg over her left. And just to add to the humiliation, she gives the woman bare backside a pat and squeeze. Just milking more of the one-sided beating as much as she can, before turning to the ref and chuckles a bit. 'Ref be a dear and ask her if she surrenders, I'm growing bored with beating her and I have more important things to do than beat up some want to be heiress.?

[arktriumph]

Ossi whined pitifully as Liger finally removed her fingers from the devastated heiresses's sodden sex, showing her just how far she'd fallen as she continued to mock her victim. Ossi couldn't fight back, couldn't stop what was happening no matter how much she wanted to. The only saving grace was that her shameless debasement to begging might have finally put an end to this nightmare.

The arrogant Arab was shoved easily to the ground and could only manage high-pitched mewling sounds of protest as Liger proceeded to arrange Ossi's limbs as she saw fit. Her arms were dragged back between her legs, her limbs folded up until she lay with her ass in the air, her face pressed to the canvas with Liger seated imperiously atop her conquered foe. Ossi's eyes fluttered as she clung to consciousness, dimly aware of the flashing cameras that caught every inch of her legendary defeat.

Somewhat uncertainly the referee did as she was asked by Liger, dropping low beside Ossi to ask if she was finished in this match.

"Yes, I surrender," Ossi sobbed weakly from her position beneath Liger. "I submit... I quit... I give up. Please..." She tried every phrase she could think of to try and end this at last, utterly broken by Liger's merciless domination.