Eirina Makishima vs. Angelina Tarrant - Erotic Showdown

[Arjuna]

Eirina was no stranger to being humiliated in the ring, but just because it happened to her didn't mean she wanted it to happen to her all the time. Now placed in a very compromising position, her body folded up and her pussy in clear view of the crowd, the Frau Doktor knew what Angelina was about to do to her.

Soon, Angelina retrieved the sex toy and Eirina could only shudder, her eyes filled with fear, knowing of what to come next. She had planned to use it on the redhead earlier, but now, her fortune had been reversed as Angelina planned to use it to ravage her pussy. And she didn't even have the decency to strap it on herself!

"N-no, d-don't-"

With Angelina straddling her boobs, she then proceeded to thrust the fake cock into her cunt, and Eirina's eyes widened as she took the whole length of the sex toy. "EEEEEEKK!!!" And the redhead started pumping in and out, and Eirina could not hold back her squeals and cries of pain and pleasure. "HNGAUU!!! N-NOOOO!! AAHHHHN!!! AAHHHH!!"

Each time Angelina pumped the fake cock into her, Eirina's body thrashed and flounder at the ropes, her girl-cum started dripping from her pussy. Tears started streaming down her face from the sheer pain and pleasure, and she could only scream as her mind was slowly crushed by the feeling of being violated by the fake cock. "HYAAAHHHN!!! S-slow do-UUHHHN!!!"

[Monsy]

What kinda reaction would the Frau Doktor have? Former Hentai Champ, veteran, tall and sleek. Purple hair and had a sense of maturity and competitive fire underneath. Angelina can watch all the matches she wanted to get an answer here. But what she wanted to really know… How does Eirina scream for her?

That little last ‘N-no, d-don’t’ could arouse her all day long. Those big eyes and expressive squeals. The cries. Too delicious and it made her body drool with need. She became enthralled watching them twist and jerk, how Eirina's sex accepted the cock so fluently. Her wrist worked through strain, as did her forearm, flexing and curling to pump Eirina full of dick at a rhythmic, deliberate thrust.

She learned to ride the thrashes, keeping her legs pinched on Eirina's torso. Then, for punishment, she’d thrust to the cock’s base, holding the very end, then did it again. Faster…Faster… Deeper.

“Shut it!” Angelina twisted her upper-half to backhand Eirina across the face, then placed the same hand over Eirina’s mouth, staring down. Her grin was wicked and an eye bulged staring into those panicked, teary, pathetic slits. She licked her own teeth. “Ya don’t get a voice anymoh’ Slut-shima. This is hentai submission so either cum ya brains out, or tap out.”

[Arjuna]

Angelina kept thrusting the fake cock into Eirina's pussy, and the Frau Doktor was driven crazy by the sheer pain and pleasure she was experiencing thanks to her opponent brutal assault. "MMPHHH!! MPPPHH!!" Not only that, she even got slapped before her mouth was covered by Angelina, and it was only a matter of time before she reached her climax.

"MMMRRFPPHHH!! MMMFFPPHHHH!!"

Her body arched as she came, her eyes rolling up. Her body thrashed as she experienced a mind-breaking orgasm, juices squirting out of her well-fucked pussy. If Angelina kept thrusting the fake cock into her, Eirina would get no break as she climaxed again. A lewd expression adorned her beautiful face, and from the look of it, the Frau Doktor might have been conquered by her opponent.

[Monsy]

One orgasm was definitely not enough after the finger-fuck hell Eirina gave her a little while back. She was still feeling that shit. So she kept delivering. Thrust after thrust. Like a mating press hate-fuck, at least to how strong her arms could deliver. “Atta girl.” Angelina had been looking back. She watched their face twist and melt. What looked to be a proud and capable wrestler became a slutty, wasted, sweaty… Plaything.

After ripping that second orgasm from them, Angelina let the dick sit inside her and got up. She stood over them, then stepped back with a visible jitter. Angelina grabbed their hair and pulled them back. Hopefully away from the ropes and closer to the ring’s centre. “I’m about to make ya so very happy, right now. Because I got just the losin' pose for a mindbroken whore.” A malevolent grin stared down at her. She stepped on their tummy and put all her weight on it to step over and between their legs.

She bent over and grabbed the strap on, taking it out of their body. “I know you must want this back inside you,..” Angelina said with confidence as she picked up Eirina’s ankle and fed the harness through it. Then the second leg. The dick was pointed inward going towards their fucked pussy, glistening from the two orgasms taken from the Frau Dokter. She slid it down their legs, using her foot to guide it.

“All ya gotta say is... Please, Angelina. Please.” The dick touched their outer entrance. Angelina had it all lined up perfectly with her thick-heeled gothic leather boot. The harness sat on their upper-thighs like it was being worn. Eirina’s ankles were held high for all to witness, with Angelina standing between them. Now... For Eirina's answer.

[Arjuna]

Eirina couldn't think.

Being an experienced hentai wrestler, Eirina had her own share of sexy defeats, but to be thoroughly overpowered like this was rather new. Even her defeat at the hands of Rose Gold wasn't this hard-hitting. She could barely hear what Angelina was saying after she pulled the fake cock out of her pussy, and while her mind still couldn't process it, she could feel that Angelina was setting her up for something humiliating again.

When Angelina told her to beg for more, something clicked inside Eirina's head. She didn't recover immediately, but she somehow regained enough senses to remember what she was doing here.

And she knew what she needed to say and do.

"F-fuck... you." Eirina spat out. Mustering whatever was left in her, she would try to twist to the side, looking to make Angelina to lose her grip on her. She might end up flopping down to the mat afterwards, but through this, she would make her defiance to her opponent crystal clear.

[Monsy]

The look on their fuckin’ mug was priceless.

PRICELESS. She could hardly wait for them to croak those beautiful words and imagined how they’d sound. Maybe all choked up and sobbing. Quiet, whispery and ashamed. Or some primal growl as the need consumed them. She got none of those. Just a stumbling curse. Then--

Eirina came free.

Angelina clicked her tongue. “Shit-”

And they turned onto their side. Angelina lost grip. She nearly teetered, but kept upright. Then when it came to do next, Angelina acted on basic instinct in the present picture. She saw the strap-on harness and how it was pointed towards their sex. She grinned ear to ear. “Eithah way, girl. You’re still gettin’ the fuckin’ DICK!”

And after lining it up, she stepped forward, swinging her other leg and attempting to PUNT the fucking cock into Eirina’s pussy.

[Arjuna]

Ending up on her side, Eirina tried to regain her bearing, hoping to recover as quickly as possible. She wasn't out of danger just yet, and she knew that Angelina would continue having her way with her, with her still on the mat.

Hearing Angelina's words, Eirina knew that something was coming. She only had a few seconds to act, so before Angelina could swing her leg to kick at the strap-on straight into her pussy, Eirina would muster her strength to roll over, narrowly avoiding the painful attack to her cunt, and she wasn't going to stop with just one roll either. She would try to roll away from Angelina, hoping to give herself some space so that she could recover. Preferably, she would try to reach the ropes so that she could pull herself up later.

[Monsy]

Dodged.

“Fuck!”

Her leg swung out and she teetered. Angelina almost lost her stupid balance because of this cock up. Now her would-be squealing-princess was getting away, with one roll going into a snowball. Angelina walked in that direction, shadowing, too jelly in her legs to sprint, even if she should’ve. When Eirina reached the ropes, Angelina was right there.

“Where do you think you’re goin?” Now she reached for Eirina’s hair. She hoped to grab two handfuls of it, bent over. “Party’s ovah here!” And then she yanked Eirina, attempting to pull her off the ropes.

If she did that, then she’d yank again, hoping to bring her to the middle of the ring!

[Arjuna]

Eirina rolled away from Angelina, moving towards the ropes. She knew that she wouldn't be able to escape her, but at least she needed a bit of space to recover. As soon as she reached the ropes, she tried to focus on regaining her strength, but Angelina was quite pesky that she managed to reach her before she could do anything, and she felt a sharp tug on her hair, causing stinging pain on her scalp.

"Ahh!!"

Eirina was then yanked off the ropes as she was dragged towards the center of the ring. Knowing what her opponent might have in store for her, Eirina refused to stay idle and let her push her around. Clenching her right fist, Eirina would try to deliver a sudden attack, which was in the form of a spinning back fist, aiming to hit Angelina right in her smug face!

"G-get your hands off of me!!" Eirina yelled.

[Monsy]

Got the bitch! To most metrics, Angelina assumed this girl was edging towards depletion. Angelina's own body was sweaty, straining from her tugging and still absolutely buzzing with post-orgasm jitters. Which only could mean: they have to be as well. Right? Heh...

Wait, shit- "Augh!" And down tumbled the punkin' pirate. She landed on her side, positively dazed, propped on one elbow. The ring and crowds spinned like Queen Anne's riding a perilous storm. "Sweet fuuuuck..."

Her head shook. Reset! And cue the glare... "You little cunty shit!" And then came her foot. With the knee lifted up, she thrust to hopefully BOP Eirina back in the head!