VIP vs. Sasha Mellows: Torture Rack Match

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Vanessa Price fought as hard as she could to escape the hold, but she was simply overpowered! As she was being shown off, she let out whining cries of pain as her thin body was contorted over Sasha's shoulders! "LET ME GOOOOOOOO!" she cried in agony, still showing no signs of wanting to actually quit or give Sasha any further satisfaction! So she continued to yell and gasp in pain until finally, she was sent to a crash, without even seeing it coming!

VIP's body hit the mat hard with the Fallaway Slam, her smaller form rolling and flopping until her body had eventually collided with the standing torture rack. Her side touched the cold metal as she let out a groan on the mat, face buried in the mat as she did nothing aside from lay there. Her body was just completely throbbing in pain from the repeated powerful onslaught from Sasha Mellows that she currently didn't want to move, instead hoping to be left there, and hoping a comeback could arrive somehow, someway. But for now, it looked bleak for the normally dominant heel who was close to getting her comeuppance.

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The ring shook with the impact of the two women as Sasha completed her move and slammed Vanessa once more into the canvas. This time there wasn’t any cursing or demanding comments from the smaller blonde, only a pained groan as she pressed her side against the metal rack. Looking at the device, then back down at the fashionista, Sasha decided that she’d done enough.

”I think we’re done here.” she said as she got back to her feet and stepped over the blondes body to inspect the metal rack. Unlike Vanessa, Sasha had no idea what this thing was. She saw the straps that tied the victim down but she also saw other screws and levers that looked like they didn’t belong. “Who the hell would even make this?” she asked no one in particular as she fiddled with the contraption. Her focus completely on the piece of metal in front of her, and not on the girl she just demolished.

[Dubski]

VIP's body was a total wreck right now. Her body just a mess of pain and misery as she was laying on the mat against the torture rack. Heard and felt Sasha Mellows walk by her, and Vanessa's first thought was panic that she was about to be placed on the torture rack, but instead... she was left laying there. She felt the light jostling of Sasha trying to figure out the torture rack. Price's instincts kicked in. This girl was actually not following up or even checking on her.

Soon, Vanessa I. Price began to stir as she held in her pain-stricken noises, trying not to alert the currently oblivious Mellows. The fashionista grit her teeth as she pushed herself off the mat, looking at Sasha from behind, as she looked even angrier at the gigantic girl. And then, she pulled all of her will together and grabbed hold of Sasha's bottoms, yanking on them to get leverage to get back up and throw a nasty low-blow directly at her opponent! Upon doing so, Vanessa would collapse all over again, needing to recover further from that attack!

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Sasha didn’t notice Vanessa’s shifting, too focused on the confusing contraption in front of her. Seriously, this thing looked like it belongs in a medieval dungeon, not a wrestling match! That also begged the question of what in the world Sasha was supposed to do when she strapped the fashionista in there. The rules made it sound like she needed to do something to her, couldn’t she just wheel her out instead.

Before the Hawaiian could think of anything more, she felt a tug along her waistline. Turning her head slightly, the blondes eyes widened when she saw Looking up at her. Shocked at the smaller girls resilience, Sasha opened her mouth to express it but before she could, an arm slammed between her legs! Nothing came out of Sasha’s mouth except for a silent scream as her thighs instinctively closed on themselves and the Hawaiian slowly crumpled to the floor. Her hands moving to try and soothe the sudden agony that came from the fashionistas dirty attack.

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Vanessa I. Price had thrown her low blow straight to the undercarriage of her giant foe, and she quickly came toppling down, but not before VIP did. Rolling over on the mat as Sasha fell, she groaned in pain. Just the exertion alone had taken a lot out of Price after the beating she had taken. With a deep breath, Vanessa eventually started to stir, holding her back with one hand as she scowled at the pain-stricken Mellows. "You..." said VIP with spite in her voice.

Then, Vanessa crawled over, wrenching Sasha's hurt arm away from her nursing her crotch and then tugged it to the foot of the torture rack, fastening it to the bottom to keep her trapped there, at least for now! "And now... I will tear you down... bit by bit... Until you're begging to be put on that damn rack!" said Vanessa through tempered fury, and then at once, she would start by grabbing hold of Sasha's bottoms, looking to yank them clean off of her much taller opponent!

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Sasha couldn’t stop herself from crumpling in on herself as she fell to the canvas, her hands on her crotch. The low blow from the fashionista had come out of nowhere and the blonde Titan had no way to prepare for it. In an instant the tone of the match had changed from Hawaiian dominating the match, to a vengeful VIP looming over her crumbled form.

Suddenly, Sasha felt her hurt arm yanked away from her sex and pressed against the foot of the metal rack. Sasha’s eyes were still closed and her teeth grit but when she tried to pull it back, she found it not moving. ”W-what? she asked before opening her eyes and seeing her arm tied to one of the straps. The fashionistas words brushed past her but before she could reply she felt a grip on the waistband of her shorts. “Iyahhh!!” she cried out as both her shorts and panties were yanked off her legs in one fell swoop, leaving her boots the only thing covering her lower half.

[Dubski]

Vanessa had pulled Sasha's bottoms completely off, throwing down the discarded garments to her side as she glared down at her. "You thought you could humiliate me!?" exclaimed Price, looking down at the now fallen giant, one arm tied to the heavy rack. VIP was angry, vengeful, and ready to tear apart Mellows for the pain and humiliation she felt now, and the look in her eyes was enough to convey all of that and then some.

A stomp to Sasha's bare crotch followed as the fashionista leveled her uncovered foot onto the amazon. "And I will savor in every bit of humiliation I deal back upon you!" She would then begin to grind the heel of her foot down onto Mellows' womanhood, aiming to bring equal parts pain and pleasure to her while her opponent was prone and assert her dominant position.

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In one full tug, both Sasha’s shorts and panties were yanked away, leaving the blondes lower half clothed by her wrestling boots. But it also left her completely bare and she immediately felt heat rising in her face as she heard the cheers around her from seeing her naked sex. Sasha would instinctively try to cover herself up with her hands, but with one tied to the rack, she was barely able to cover anything at all.

Finally she heard the enraged voice of her opponent, turning her head she saw Vanessa glaring down at her. ”W-What the hell are you-Iyahhh!!” she asked before her question was cut off by a pained shout. The foot of the fashionista slamming onto her sex. Sasha’s knees buckled in together, the pain making the Hawaiian freeze as she tried to process it. Then the blonde began to grind her foot down and to Sasha’s embarrassment, she couldn’t stop a moan from leaking out. “N-noo. Mmm Sto-haaa stop! she shouted!

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Price's foot was grinding on Sasha's already beaten crotch, and the buff Hawaiian had begun moaning already. A curious look crept upon the fashionista's face as she gazed down at her, then slowly it turned into a smirk. "Mmm... well this is interesting, Sasha," she remarked. VIP would then take her foot and then press down on the inside of one of Mellows' thighs to pin it down to the mat.

"Embarrassment... Wanting... or both?" asked Vanessa, giving Sasha a wicked smile before leaning down, pressing her knee down on the inside of Sasha's thigh. Then, she would watch Sasha intently and begin to gently stroke her bare crotch, wanting to see just how Sasha would react, toying with the giant woman.

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The moment that moan fell out of her mouth, Sasha could feel her face begin to light up like a Christmas tree. A red hue growing past her tanned skin on her cheeks as the embarrassment finally hit her. Her crotch was still in a lot of pain but for a brief second, something else spiked up in between. A small pulse of pleasure that the blonde Titan could not expect.

Nor did Vanessa if her questioning look had anything to say. But unlike Sasha who shamefully tried to turn her eyes away, the blonde before her instead had a smile grow on her face. Next thing the Hawaiian knew, her legs were spread apart and pinned to the canvas. Sasha tried to push away but there was little she could do with one hand thanks to the other being tied to the rack.

”H-hey! What are you doing?! Stop tha-haaaa!” another moan fell out mid sentence. Her hips twitching as she felt the fashionistas fingers glide up her bare sex.