"Highs and Lows" - Naya Kazashi vs Angelina Tarrant - Hentai Submission Match

[BuckleBuster]

Naya was embarrassed that she had reacted the way she did to the bite. Angelina's teeth had chomped down on her almost in genuine consumption of her flesh, and instead of fighting back, she had forfeited part of her dignity with a slutty moan. An uncharacteristic response to say the least, one that sent even more questions about her sudden downfall spiraling in her head. She wouldn't have time to dwell on them for too long however, as Angelina was already beginning to fill her mind with even more taunts and gibes.

By now Naya had managed to somewhat loosen her face from beneath Angelina's ass, letting out a loud gasp as a sudden rush of air entered into her barely freed mouth. Her chin rested tightly against Angelina's tailbone, locked in place and denied any further movement. "I can't say that I am Angelina. Enjoy it while you can, 'cause when I get out of this, I won't be so gentle with you!" Naya strained her voice in order to adopt a more intimidating tone, but the attempt ultimately fell flat in it's delivery. Naya wasn't even sure if she really meant the threat herself. She wasn't used to such a carnal approach like the one Angelina was employing this very instant.

When Angelina finally pulled her teeth away, Naya let out a slightly more relaxed sigh. She could feel the teeth imprint imbedded deep into her skin, but she was denied the opportunity to even examine it as that portion of her body was solely in Angelina's control. The respite was short lived, as Angelina had finally set about ravaging the rookie girl for good. Her legs stiffened as a cold breeze of air brushed past her pussy, a tangible sign that her sex had been exposed for the crowds to veer at. Naya gritted her teeth, her privates on full display for the first time in her LAW career. She continued to clench her teeth even as Angelina's digits stroked her nether regions, doing her best to deny the girl another satisfied moan.

Her will was easily broken as the true villainess descended down on her open rosebud, lapping between the folds of the long-forbidden sanctum that Naya had been guarding ferociously throughout the match. It was at this point that Angelina's words were beginning to especially sting, as Naya realized just how true they were. In most circumstances she would have been able to resist such foreplay, but the suckling alone was enough to immediately drive Naya wild. Her hips instinctively began to buck up and down as if trying to contain the raging pleasure within, but were held firmly in place by Angelina's overbearing weight.

"mmmhm, uuagh, yeesh!" unwarranted pleasure moans escaped her lips as her head felt heavy against the mat. Her senses had been tuned over the years both to give and to receive vast amounts of pleasure, but all that seemed irrelevant now as her senses were quickly overwhelmed. How had her body been so easily broken? She could already begin to feel the torrential downpour channel it's way through her insides as her pussy continued to moisten at the Marauder's probing tongue.

[Monsy]

They were becoming everything she wanted and more.
A little toy that she sunk her sweet seconds into. Time well spent.

A small boon for being weighed on by this drug was just how much she felt. Her opponent’s little shuffle and writhe to free their face, the way their chin pecked her lower-half painted the entire picture that she needed. Their voice was a welcomed addition. Now she can hear all their vices and vexes, rage and spite melt away as she now went for the heart of their little shame. “I am countin’ on it.” The song and dance of Angelina’s little suckle and pop made for a longing taste inside her mouth that made her sigh. Her weight relaxed on them, softer instead of firm. When they bucked, she simply followed her prize and punished them more with the pleasure that leaked from their mouth and pussy. Angelina’s face was red-hot, with these sparkling eyes barely open, centred on one thing. She continued these sloppy repetitions, giving attention from top to bottom. How long would this make them last? Surely, a lot less than without the drug. Hell, even those last vibrations were a sugar rush to her senses.

Soon, the Marauder ran short of breath and stopped, pulling back with a small string of spit and womanly juices connecting them a few inches further. Heaving with her shoulders, she took a couple precious seconds, then looked over-shoulder to see her rival’s state. “Oh, were ya feelin’ good?”

Slap. A little flick of her wrist and strike from her finger-tips to Naya’s exposed pussy. “Oops. Hands slipped.” Tailed off with a girlish giggle, she delivered another slap. “That one was meant for ya ass. My bad.” Her fingers stayed pinned to their folds and simply glossed in little ovals, stretching all the way down and up again. The fingertips curled and dipped just a little inside, then pulled out to continue the very slow rhythm. “But ya know, you’re sooo fuckin’ honest under the smallest touch or nasty bite. It’s super cute, but not really a challenge. Ya already lost, girl, with this little needy body ya got. Sooooooo, in the spirit of submission, I want to hear somethin’. Tell me juuuuust how badly ya need this orgasm, girl. Tell me, and say it with a cherry-please on top… Miss Angelina… Fufufu… Or…” Another slap. This time was harder than the ones before. Three times as hard. “I’ll just keep warmin’ ya up, then knocking you back down. Who knows. If ya like that bite then maybe ya will come to looove this.” Slap.

[BuckleBuster]

Had Naya been called a slut at any other point in her life, she would have responded with rage and fury. But now, as she sat idle and trapped in the Marauder's clutches, even her own love-drunk mind could think of no other word to describe her body's reactions to the girl's teasing. Because that's all it was that was sending her pussy spiraling, just teasing. Sure those fingers dipped in every now and then, tingling the walls beneath her slit for a fraction of a second before pulling back out, but it all just amounted to teasing.

And it was driving Naya wild.
Foreplay was supposed to be just that, anticipation for the real sex that followed flirtatious toying. Foreplay on it's own only made inexperienced rosebuds break, and to succumb to Angelina's teasing would render her no better than the meek dork-slut her opponent labeled her as. It was beyond humiliating, it was downright mortifying as she continued to scream loud depraved moans at only the slightest of touches. Angelina's next words only amplified her worries.

THWAP

"UAGH!" Naya moaned as the girl callously flicked her pussy, sending mixed shockwaves of pain and pleasure rocketing between her thighs. Another loud THWAP forced more mixed moans and groans from the trapped girl, as her most sensitive region was belittled between Angelina's fingers. "S-Sto...Stop that!" Naya demanded, although there was desperation in her voice. Once again she was being toyed and teased with, denied the dignified orgasm she was owed in favor of a much more humiliating one. But even that was being prolonged as much as possible by her crazed opponent.

THWAP

"AACK! Fuck, please!" Naya dropped all pretenses of resistance now as she openly begged her opponent to stop flicking her pussy, the motion managing to deliver significantly more pain than pleasure by this point. Angelina was deriving a sick satisfaction from all of this, and although Naya would refuse to acknowledge it outload, the abuse was itching a deep seated sense of perverted pleasure inside of her. Contrary to stifling her impending orgasm, Angelina's harsh actions were only continuing to entice it.

THWAP, "PLEASE!... Miss Angelina, make me... urgh" THWAP, "ARGH!.. I need to cum, pleeeease Miss Angelina, make me cum!" Naya had to bite on her bottom lip in order stop the tears welling up behind her eyes. Why was Angelina doing this to her? She had shown the girl every bit of affection in her last orgasm, only for her to return the favor with such cruelty. But despite her conflictions, Naya's tone couldn't help but carry a certain wanting desiring mixed in with the tormented cries for release.

[Monsy]

How hard can someone fall from confidence?
Angelina had that wonder for a few years now, and there were just so many faces to try it on. For Naya Kazashi, the fall seemed to render her perhaps overflowing with shame. Or, maybe, just maybe, with none of it all. How wondrous would it be, either answer, brought on by her two hands and leaving them unable to even punish her for it. There was no karma for it, at least not here in this ring, only the Marauder’s laugh after she begged, to mock and shower in this boon simultaneously.

“Fuck, ya really said it! Ya really…” Laughter broke a second time. “Kehehe… Ya really have no shame on who heard that, huh, Naya Ka-slut-zashi?”


Having their chin on her tailbone was actually quite fortunate. It made their face rather free to be used, but not as a seat this time. The hand that slapped her cunt just moments before now reached back, glossing the back across their cheek. Her index and pinky pinched their cheek, leaving in-between, three fingers. The middle and ring digit prepped on their lips, poked and tried to weave in-between to delve into their mouth, where the pair of fingers could slosh around, play with their tongue and lubricate themselves. “Try not to bite.” Said Angelina in a sugared tone. Just feeding that idea into them, still leeching all she can with a slight risk. Of course, biting is obvious, but now they both knew it. And she had to wonder just how tame was this girl? Was she still trying to escape and feigning this submission for relief? Or did she really, truly, honestly have her mind numbed with all these nasty, shameful desires? Well, Angelina was keen to ask and pressure their decision. Because while her fingers tried to dance inside their mouth, Angelina leaned a little forward and blew another hot focused stream of air through O-shaped lips. And not long after, those fingers withdrew, should they not contest anything.

Now it was time for the main course. “Well, regardless who heard ya. Everyone will see this.”

Her hand came around and placed the two soaked digits on their slit. They rubbed up and down, just a couple of times before they stopped, then plunged. It would dip to her knuckle, now curling and stir their insides in search for that wondrous magic spot. Her thumb meanwhile arched over and continued to play with their folds, coursing up to find that pearl near the top, where the finger-pad can dance on the hood with circular motions. With the stage set and her hand situated, she’d begin to pump her fingers and strike a punishing rough-rhythm that sought to melt away any and all resistance for good!

[BuckleBuster]

There was no doubting that everyone had heard Naya's pathetic cries and groveling. Aside from the volume at which she had screamed them at, the ring microphones had made sure to cement her moment of shame for all eternity. Naya had entered this match thinking she could handle a little bit of shame, after all, what were hentai matches all about? But this was on a whole other level. Angelina was humiliating her beyond reproach, and the once powerful submissionist was far too gone to stop her.

As disgraceful as it had been begging for an orgasm, Naya was starting to truly mean it. It seemed like the only way she'd be getting out of this mess. Her legs were still stretched and trapped, her neck wedged between her opponent's ass, her back aching after having been bent at such an angle for so long. Only a climax would afford her even the possibility of release, and Angelina seemed to know it too. Which was exactly why she was prolonging her torment for as long as possible. A semblance of anger began to build up in Naya as Angelina continued to taunt her, even having the gall to belittle her name.

"Shut up, shut up, SHU- UPFF!?" Naya wailed before suddenly having three digits thrust into her mouth. The initial instinct was to bite down, an idea even reinforced by Angelina herself. But even in her shattered and humiliated mind, Naya couldn't resort to such an underhanded tactic. The only thing she wanted right now was release, and whether she liked it or not, those fingers were the means in which that would be achieved. Fighting back gags, Naya even helped to wetten the fingers, thrashing her tongue around the digits if only to make their eventual entry into her pussy just a little bit more comfortable.

Naya's pussy had already been over-sensitized by the mix of flicking and teasing, and the young rookie could already tell it wouldn't take much to drive her over the edge. But despite that, she braced herself to resist, not wanting to make an even more embarrassing display for herself by orgasming to quickly. It was all for naught however, because as soon as Angelina finger's dipped inside of her, Naya was sent into a world of pleasure. "aaaugh, yeeaah...mmmgh" the silver haired surfer moaned as she felt the knuckles slap against her cunt, her captor wasting no time digging deep for gold.

erratic gulps and wheezes grumbled in Naya throats as her body bucked to the rhythm of the invading digits, her moans increasing in pace and volume as Angelina played with her insides. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation, grateful to the intruding fingers for finally relieving that sexual itch alluded to them since the start of Angelina's teasing, even if they rammed into her with rough recourse. More gasps and wheezes signaled her pleasure as nectar began to drip from freely from her slit, slathering her thighs with a shiny gloss. "Fuck... I'm gonna, I'm gonna... AAAAaaaagh!" Naya screamed as she bucked her hips in tandem with the orgasm, a gush of honey spewing out from her widened slit and lathering Angelina's pounding finger's with it's milky hue.

Her thigh's continued to spasm underneath her opponent's weight, more cum than she thought possible driveling down her thighs and pooling on the mat below. Naya's body twitched with the digits still inside of her pussy, her own fingers running through her splayed out hair as her mind descended into an even deeper love-drunk spiral than before.

[Monsy]

Such a dominant beginning now fallen to this? Who wouldn’t have a bit of pity. Not her. If they allowed this to happen to them, then they deserve every ounce of this experience. Whatever humiliation that Angelina set them through, punishment and degradation. The malice behind it was absent. This was pure fun. Hearing how they cursed and feeling that anger in her future, silenced by some fingers was just a pleasantry, half-expecting them to bite and gnaw like some rabid raging dog after being defamed so so, so much. But they didn’t, and that was a whole other world of good feeling. Whatever resistance they thought she can mount now crashed and burned with her plunging fingers. They were soaked like invading a honey-pot, warm and being squeezed from all sides. She heard the squelches now pour from their sopping cunt like a love factory, and felt her mouth salivate.

“Thaaaaaat’s it. Ya doin’ so-so good, Naya, fufu” Angelina cooed, looking over-shoulder as she maintained her rhythm. Her lips pursed, watching them crack and break down, inch closer, and closer until the dam finally broke. And gush it did. So very warm-wet with, and its colour brought her eyes back to watch, giggle and just continue pounding the pleasure out of them as the climax continued on and on… After all, who was going to stop her, Naya? Please.

Angelina soon had quite the mess on her hand and withdrew her fingers. Her palm opened up and rubbed the overflowing nectar all around her pussy, thighs, and the front of their hips, just to give it all a nice shine and unforgettable reminder of just how her body reacts to the Marauder’s violent touch. Then she pushed their hips away, letting them unravel to the canvas. She sighed, stood up on her knees and combed her hair back with the clean hand while suckling on her own digits individually like the remnants of finger food. A small moan slipped for each one, now licked clean as she scooted off them and sat criss-cross above their head. “Hey-Hey.” Angelina said, bridging her hands beneath their head, trying to lift them up and scoot underneath so her lap became a headrest. She leaned over from there and had a little fun by poking their nose with alternating index fingers. “Holdin’ up down there? Ya got a real cute O-face, girl. What say ya throw in the towel and I’ll do ya again, just as hard backstage? No peerin’ eyes. Noooot that it’ll matta. I bet everyone has videos and photos of ya now. I’m thinkin’ of taking a clip myself.”

[BuckleBuster]

Naya's body continued to pulsate on the mat in a post orgasmic seizure, each twitch exacerbated by the greedy fingers refusing to withdraw from their conquest. Saliva slithered down the side of her cheek as her moans devolved into gasps for air, Angelina's voice a distance muse in her hazy mind. The orgasm, for all it's euphoric sensations, had left her feeling anything but good. She felt like a mess, a fuck-toy too weak to preserve her dignity.

Finally her legs were released from their pain inducing stretch, flopping unceremoniously on the mat and leaving her bare feet to writhe and twitch on the canvas. She was forced to watch as Angelina greedily lopped up the remnants of her juices, taking for herself whatever was not already lathered between Naya's thighs. The sight evoked an odd sense of hatred from within Naya. She was ok with sharing her nectar with a worthy opponent, so long as the one who breached her did so with love and affection. But it was becoming increasingly clear that Angelina had no such fantastical intentions behind her actions. Only facetious lust.

Naya groaned as she was forced to rest her head on Angelina's lap, eyes starring daggers into the woman who had openly forced her to spill her shame. Angelina's sly, coy tone did little quell the wave of emotions building up inside of Naya, none of them pleasant in nature. Naya's warm, bright demeanor dimmed in her hate filled eyes, her mouth twisted in an uncharacteristic scowl that signaled violence was on the horizon. When Angelina dared to ask her for her submission, Naya knew the last straw had been breached.

"You fucking... Bitch!" Naya screamed, tensing up her idle hand to delivered a powerful open handed slap into Angelina's face from below! She wouldn't stop there however, immediately swinging it back once more to punish her opponent with another vitriol backhand! If the blows hadn't managed to dislodge Angelina already, then Naya would do so with a harsh put against Angelina's breasts, fumbling over their seated position in attempt to mount her opponent once again. Her knees slipped against the cum soaked mat, her movements uncoordinated and driven more so by passion than by logic. Nevertheless Naya channeled all of her emotions into action, anger being the one at the frontlines of her counterattack as she aimed to drive Angelina back down to the mats for some sweet revenge!

[Monsy]

They didn’t seem too responsive after the whole ordeal.
Their body’s reaction was anything but conservative. You’d think them shameless from the start. Maybe they are now. Nothing would give the Marauder greater joy than to learn she took something. But even this fast-paced sexfighter knew that each high needed a bit of low, so she granted just a tad of mercy. If only to let them stew on everything that happened in these past few minutes. All the things they just did, said and how their body took it all. What little affection was returned was with their head in her lap. Angelina could indeed not weigh for an answer, but continue to ravage that post-orgasm into infinity. But given they didn’t use that, well, maybe she’ll give a little back for competition’s sake.

However… The way they stared was just the opposite of what she imagined. Someone so flustered and pleading now looked murderous. Angelina’s head tilted, and the almighty brow of intrigue lifted. She bit the inside of her lower lip. Now wasn’t the time to antagonise, at least intentionally. Unfortunately, it seemed like her mouth did all those things like salt on open wounds.

Then that slap struck, “Puh!” Her head turned and a hand cupped her face. She lurched towards one shoulder but didn’t quite fall. “What the fuck, girl?!” Then that backhand sent Angelina careening the other way, forcing another wince. That one made her a little dizzy. A fit girl twenty pounds above your weight really did feel like a mini-truck slap. “Oy!” She shouted. The final push sent her down, dizzied and a little slap drunk, her legs still folded as she looked up to the lights above, blinking and sinking into the canvas. Turns out that was Naya’s weight mounting her again. This time their rage was palpable and overflowing. Her heart was skipping and stopping. The colour from her face was flushing as she placed hands on their shoulders and started to push, trying to get her hips out. And what was the best of it all, was thinking about what they might do now. “Where did the nice girl go?! Bring that slut back!”

[BuckleBuster]

It was hard to pinpoint exactly what had set Naya off. She was no stranger to being forced to climax center-stage in front of thousands. It was her job after all, the very thing she had entered LAW to dish out in spades. But the way Angelina went above it had driven her over the edge. For some inexplicable reason, Naya still felt groggy and undisciplined, once seamless skills and abilities all of a sudden giving way to brash emotions and recklessness. And it all peaked when her shame had been put so callously on display. While she didn't exactly have proof to cement her convictions, Naya sensed that Angelina was somehow behind her sudden fall from grace, and she was going to make her pay.

"wHeRe dId tHe nIcE gIRl gO!?" Naya mimicked her opponent in a cruel mocking tone, a massive contrast from the sweet melody usually associated with her voice. Now mounted overtop Angelina, Naya grabbed a handful of the girl's bright red hair, yanking her head upwards until their foreheads pressed tight against one another. "You should know, you're the one who fucked it out of me!" the silver-haired girl continued, grabbing even more of Angelina's hair with her other hand. The referee quickly swooped in to admonish Naya for her hair grabbing, but all it took was one seething glare for them to quickly back off.

"Now, I'm gonna do the same to you. Whether you like it, or not" the last syllables were enunciated with malice as Naya returned her attention back to Angelina, the crowd gasping as the sweet surfer took a sudden turn for the worst! She tugged on Angelina's scalp once again, bringing the girl's ear right next to her lips so only she would be able to hear her next words "I don't know what you did to me Angelina, but you'll pay for it, if it's the last thing I do!" With that, Naya immediately began smashing Angelina's head into the canvas below, her fingers like vice grips on the girl's scalp as they sent her crashing into mat again and again!

[Monsy]

Was she fighting another woman?
It was like some split personality with an orgasm trigger. Angelina had met some unscrupulous folks in her short time, but this was always a new front. One she didn’t prepare for, what you couldn’t prepare for, mentally and now physically with the Marauder flat on her back, her hair imprisoned by their fist, the strands spilling between their fingers like stubborn weeds. The pain was small. A little tear on her scalp and jerk of her neck. Her shoulders peeled off the canvas and her forehead ground against her rival’s. She stared back, one eye-closed and hissing from the force.

“H-Haaaah. I did, didn’t I?” Her chuckle was dry. There was a modicum taken from their verbal admittance. Ok, she lied. She took a lot of pride in it. Her inner-self was on a cloud and she couldn’t help but smile. Call it her own little trigger. The following declarations were pure adrenaline injections. Angelina would finally get the war she wanted.

Now she just needed to survive. She can feel the ill-intent drip from her lips like overflowing spit. It warmed her face until it blemished bubble-gum pink and she eased out another dry chuckle. “S-So that’s a n-no on the nice girl?”

The following yank answered that question-phrased plea. And if not that, then what they said next. It spiked shivers into her spine down to the very hairs. She didn’t know whether to whine, grin or just hold her loins after that. So many mixed feelings in a stew, something she needed seconds of. Thirds of. This woman was becoming everything perfect to simply conquer. But first… the fall.

Her head was crashing against the canvas; her face tightened up and she yelped, again and again. She grabbed their wrists, but that was just holding on for the ride that stirred her brains, inverted it, turned it around and put it back in backwards. Little bits could fly around in her skull. “Guh!OW.BUH!UGH!”Stars and Naya-shapes fluttered around her sight. Soon her mouth hung open like a puppet without its strings, groaning as her body peeled off and was thrashed back down. Her hands that held their wrists now moved up and started pushing on their face as a whole. “You’re starting to… buhhhh… think a lot…OW… like me!”