The Serpent in the Oil

[Darius 2.0]

Though oiled up from head to tow, Nha never seemed to have trouble getting a good grip on her equally slippery opponent; a further testament to just how drastically different their experiences in oil wrestling were. Even after releasing Jet from one torturous and embarrassing hold, Nha was all set to put her into another one! After pinning Jet under het knee and grabbing that long, supple leg of Jet's in her hands, Nha draped the lovely thing over her shoulders in neck, applying a submission that nearly bent the pale woman in half!

"Mmmmmmm," Nha purred seductively now that she had achived her desired position. Contorting a sexy body like Janet's against her will was a truly pleasurable experience for her. Especially when she came to hear those delightful gasps and growls of pain emerge from those pretty lips. "So it's pretty clear that your oil wrestling skills are wanting..." Nha idly chatted with Janet as she suffered underneath her. As she spoke, however, her free hand would begin to stroke along the length of the pale woman's captive thigh, smiling she explored every muscular curve she found in it. "Does that apply to the more....intimate side of the ring as well....?"

As if to test her own theory, the hand that was stroking Janet's thigh would now slither it's way between the woman's legs. The invading hand would come to a stop over the Jet's most exposed and most vulnerable area; her shorts covered crotch. Smiling wickedly, Nha's hand would come to rest between Janet's legs before beginning to rub the area in-between them. As she tortured the pale woman's spine and leg, Nha would once again deviously begin to take advantage of her victim's more private areas!

[Ringropes98]

When Janet planned on going to the gym earlier today, getting turned into an alphabetical letter wasn’t exactly on her agenda. Yet here she was, getting bent nearly in half as the Egyptian bitch that tricked her into this sat herself atop her back with her knees against her spine and the back of her head. Ensuring she was properly pinned to the oiled floor as she was turned into a pretzel.

And then there was the talking. Janet wasn’t a very talkative person on her best days, but the constant monologuing coming from the Egyptian only made her more determined to punch her in the face when she gets out of this. Unfortunately at this moment there was nothing she could do. Her arms would constantly slide against the slick surface of the floor and refuse to give her any purchase. Guess she needed to simply wait for an opportunity to-

Wait… what did she mean by “intimate?”

”…!!” Janets body froze and her breath hitched as she felt Nha’s hand slide down her thigh and press against the crotch of her shorts. Then the rubbing began and suddenly the Jet was reminded of all the sensations she was subjected to earlier at the cage wall. Chewing her lip she would spitefully try to keep herself silent, refusing to let the Egyptian know just how much of an effect her rubbing was having on her. Yet still some leaked through. Especially when her opponent would rub across certain areas of her crotch.

[Darius 2.0]

There was something perversely satisfying for Nha that came from turning a big strong wrestler into a squealing schoolgirl with merely a few touches from her tender fingers. It was why she enjoyed picking on Sierra so much in their youth, and more recently in their adult years. By all accounts, most of these powerful women should be wiping the floor with her. But with only a bit of oil, some well executed submissions and a wandering hand, Nha had Janet all but at her mercy.

"Mmmm, does that feel nice?" Nha purred as she rubbed her hand along the crotch of Janet's shirts, all while keeping her pinned and stretched in the stretch muffler submission. She felt the Jet tense up at her touch, seemingly abandoning all efforts to break free of Nha's hold ro deal with this renewed assault on her sex, just as the blue twin had intended. "What's this?" Nha asked mockingly. "Is that a bit of wetness I feel down there? It's hard to tell in the oil but if I didn't know any better I'd say you were enjoying this...."

Grinning wickedly as she played more mind games with her victim, Nha would move to switch up her hold. Taking Janet's leg off her shoulders, the Egyptian would instead tuck it under one of her arms before moving to seat herself on her opponent's back. IN a flash, Nha will have turned her stretch muffler into a singled-legged boston crab. This new position would still be toturing Janet's back and leg, but more importantly to Nha, it would give her further access to the pale woman's sex. With her eager delight, Nha would use the middle and index fingers of her free hand to rub against the crotch of Janet's shorts with much more figure, wanting to edge the fighter closer and closer to the inevitable.

[Ringropes98]

Janet would try to hide her moan with a frustrated growl as she made yet another attempt at escaping the painful and humiliating hold she was in. But once again, the oil slick surface of the canvas allowed her hands no purchase. Her cheek forced to smell the scent of whatever oil Nha had in that bottle, the Egyptians knee keeping her pinned in place and ensuring no escape.

All the while, the sensual rubbing of her covered crotch continued without interference. Janet doing her best to silence any sounds that would encourage the Egyptian stop her to keep going. But it would seem that wouldn’t be needed, as Nha would make mention of a wetness that had begun to grow from between Janet’s legs, much to the pale fighters horror.

And as much as she wanted to deny it, Janet could feel a strange certain heat growing throughout her body. A heat she tried desperately to cool. Only for those hopes to dash when Nha suddenly switched positions to where she was now sitting atop the small of Janets back with her leg pulled even further up in the air. And yet despite that? The rubbing refused to cease, and this time Janet couldn’t stop a muffled moan from leaking out as the heat inside her became a roaring fire.

[Darius 2.0]

Even while transitioning holds, Nha found keeping Janet pinned to be trivially easy. She might as well have been a newborn deer the way she handled herself in the oil; slipping and sliding uselessly as she tried (and failed) to find any kind of kind of purchase. This was why Nha loved to pick on the straight-laced fighters. They were so cocky and confident until she brought them down to her level. Then they squealed like schoolgirls until they were begging for mercy. Sometimes, Nha even granted it. But this was not to be one of those times!

Keeping Janet trapped in the single-legged crab, Nha continued her campaign of rubbing the woman's exposed sex using her middle and index fingers. The smile never left her face as she vigorously teased the Jet, and was rewarded with a barely muffled moan of pleasure from the bigger woman! "Well, well," Nha sneered. "Looks like someone is having more fun than she'd care to admit. Now wouldn't it feel better to stop fighting so hard? If you just embraced the desire that's slowly taking you over? Mmmm, I bet you'd love it...."

Nha's pace with invasively rubbing Janet's pussy would then start to increase in tempo now. What was once slow and teasing would now become a full on sprint as she tried to build up the woman's orgasm faster. "Well, here's your chance!" Nha cackled as she rubbed. "Let it go for me, Janet! Show me how much you really like it!"

[Ringropes98]

Damnit! This is not how Janet saw the fight was going to go! But she realized now that she had walked straight into a trap cooked up by the tanned beauty on top of her and now all she could do was suffer the consequences! Consequences like her body betraying her as it gave in to the intoxicating sensations of Nha’s skilled rubbing. Janet couldn’t stop her hips from bucking as the pleasure became overwhelming.

Then, as if things weren’t bad enough. Nha decided she was done playing around as her rubbing went into overdrive! ”Ahh! Ahhhnnn!” the Jet cried out as the feeling immediately became too much to handle! Desperately Janet would try and make another escape attempt. But just like before, the oil slicked surface ensured that was impossible.

Soon enough her body would give in and Janets hips would begin to quake as she let out a pleasure filled scream loud enough to echo across the empty room. Her juices gushing from her soaked sex and through her tight gym shorts. Janet didn’t know how long her climax lasted, but she did know one thing. Her body felt like jelly afterwards.

[Darius 2.0]

Just as she had done before to many different fighters, Nha continued to rub and caress Jet's sex while keeping her trapped in the submission, eagerly awaiting the moment her prey could take no more. Fortunately, she wouldn't have to wait long. Thanks to her expert fingers, the Egyptian's victim soon moaned out a thunderous orgasm that bursts its way through her tight fitting pants! Nha rode out the Jet's explosion of juices with a smile on her face, and when it was over she would finally let the leg she had been torturing flop down to the mat by releasing it.

"Well, what a mess you've made here," Nha chuckled, remaining seated on Jet's back as she recovered from her post-orgasm glow. "Look at what you've done to your shorts. You can't continue our spar in those soaked things! Here, let me help you out of those...." Standing back up off of Janet, Nha would attempt to take advantage of her current state by reaching for her shorts and pulling them off of her! Slipping the stained clothing down the Jet's toned legs, Nha would soon have them off completely, exposing whatever the taller woman had underneath!

"Much better," Nha would purr appreciatively before tossing the shorts out of the cage where Janet couldn't reach them. Once she had, the blue twin would then reach down to pull Janet up onto her feet again, no doubt needing to support her some. Assuming she could do this, Nha would then roughly throw Janet back-first up against one of the cage walls. Then she would press one of her forearms up against the pale woman's throat. Leaning into it, Nha would aim to throttle her opponent while keeping her pinned against the wall; smiling wickedly the entire time...

[Ringropes98]

What. Just. Happened. That was the sole thought running through Janets mind as she panted against the oil slick canvas. The weight of the Egyptian that had just delivered the first orgasm she had ever received from a woman remained sat atop her. The Jet could hear Nha’s mocking words, but she wasn’t in the right mindset to truly listen to them as she was too busy trying to get the wild sensations running throughout her body under control.

Though what she didn’t hear, she did feel as her leg was finally released and allowed to flop onto the mat. She then felt Nha slide off of her body and grab the hem of her shorts. Janet barely had any time to even widen her eyes before she felt her short get yanked down and her lower half fully exposed. Her skin the same chalk white as the rest of her, except for the pink that made up the slit of her now exposed sex.

”Haa. You…fucking…” she panted out as she was then pulled to her feet by the disgustingly overconfident Nha. As much as she hated it, the Jet was forced to lean against the Egyptian as she was pulled up simply for the fact she would have slipped back down thanks to the oil soaked floor of the cage. Before she knew it, she was pressed against the cage wall once more, only this time face to face with her opponent. Which was more than fine with her as she would attempt to gather her strength and throw a punch into the side of Nha’s rib cage!

[Darius 2.0]

The combination of oil and post-orgasm glow meant that probably the only thing that was keeping Jet standing at that point was Nha herself. The blue twin was fine with that. Keeping Jet against the cage with one arm across her neck, Nha took the opportunity to press her own body against her taller adversary. Their breasts, both held in tight sports bras, mashed up against each other, mushrooming them. The oil on themselves began to mix, and all the while Nha stared deeply into Janet's eyes, smirking at her mockingly.

Though it would seem Janet was not as subdued as she appeared, for she would lash out with a punch to Nha's side! The Egyptian cried out, but not in pain as one would expect. Instead, she let out a rather sultry moan! Apparently finding pleasure from the pain the Jet sought to inflict, the blue twin fixed the pale woman with a a devious smile. "Mmmm, I like your idea of foreplay, Janet," Nha purred, brining her face mere inches from the Jet's. "What say we stop fooling around then?"

WIth that, Nha would suddenly thrusts her face forward in attempt to lock lips with Janet in a full on kiss! SHe would force her tongue into the heavyweight's mouth, exploring it intimately, pushing Janet's own tongue aside if she had to! But that was not to be the end of it. While her one arm pressed against Janet's throat to keep her pinned, her other arm would come up and clench into a fist, right before Nha would start unloading hard punches into the abs of her victim! While maintaining her kiss with Janet, Nha would punch Janet in the stomach over and over again, assaulting her in a pain and pleasure combo!

[Ringropes98]

Janet was at a disadvantage and her opponent knew it. And why wouldn’t she, she was the one who orchestrated it all. So now here she was pinned against the wall of the cage, her oiled body sliding against the sultry Egyptians as she continued to stare into her eyes with that irritatingly smug smile on her face! Like she knew she had the pale woman trapped and was now just playing with her food.

Eventually Janet had enough of it all and was determined to show this bitch the error of her ways. And to do that, she freed one of her arms and curled her hand into a fist. All before shooting it out and straight into Nha’s side and to her rib cage. Yet when the impact came, Nha did something she was not expecting. Instead of gasping out and letting her go. She remained pressed ever tightly, and a lewd moan sounded from her lips!

Janet barely had time to widen her eyes at the strangeness of it all before she heard Nha say how it was time to stop playing around. And then her lips latched onto her and made a mighty seal! Her tongue immediately going on the attack and leaving the less sensually experienced Janet mentally scrambling. And then there was the final twist, as a punch slammed into her belly. Air shooting from her nose as fist after fist slammed into her pale abdomen and quickly began to deprive her of oxygen!