Valentine versus Patricia (PLC)

[Ichi]

     Patricia lay on the mat sputtering and gasping. She could see very little through her teary eyes, and her muscles adamantly refused to move. Each step that Valentine took conjured up waves of dread that coursed through Patricia's psyche. Her heart began to race, her mind desperately telling her body to run. Then, movement. Patricia reached out with a shaky hand. After planting her outstretched hand on the mat, Patricia began rolling over onto her front. She slowly started to rise, her arms tremoring as her torso screamed in pain.
     Suddenly, Patricia felt herself being turned over before being lifted up. She tried to struggle, but the pain in her body held her back, rendering her resistance feeble. Upon reaching the highest point, time seemed to slow. She looked at the crowd through teary eyes, watching as hundreds of fans looked on in anticipation. Not a single fan showed an ounce of trepidation over what was about to befall her. Instead, they all seemed... entertained. But why would they not be? They paid money to see a spectacle: one of wrestlers being thrown around and battered before—match stipulations permitting—being forced to climax spectacularly. A veritable cavalcade of violence and feminine ecstasy. And she was just another facet of this show, a piece of meat to be used to satiate the violent, carnal instincts of an uncaring crowd.
     Is this what I really want? thought Patricia.
     However, Patricia did not have much time to ponder this question. The fluid in her inner ear sloshed around, telling her brain that she was falling. She could feel her insides subtly shift as her body accelerated non-uniformly towards the mat. Her eyes went wide, allowing her to see the harsh glare of the overhead lights in all of its glory.
     The shining of the lights and the sensation of falling filled Patricia's mind, crowding out all other thought. For an indeterminate amount of time, she felt immersed in the moment. Then, her vision flashed white.
     The next thing Patricia saw were rays of light refracted through her tear-filled eyes. Her hearing felt distorted, and she could scarcely make out any specific sounds—everything seemed muddled together. She thought she heard someone speaking, but she could not make out any words. It felt as if she was underwater, looking up at a series of lights above the surface as sounds from above percolated down to her. In that moment, Patricia did not know where she was or what she was doing. She had a sense that she was supposed to get up, but she was unsure why. When she moved, it felt as if her strength was gone and she was immersed in deep water.
     As Patricia was stuck in her daze, the crowd roared. She had not been knocked out, but the powerbomb had heavily stunned her. The move had left Patricia lying on her back in a spread eagle position

NOTE: With white stockings instead of black stockings.

. Unimpeded by her legs, the cameras got a close view of Patricia's lingerie-clad groin. Her black lingerie bottoms clung to her body tightly, revealing the shape of Patricia's womanly anatomy. Meanwhile, Patricia's bra had partially slipped aside, revealing her left breast, nipple and all. For the time being, Patricia would be completely defenseless, her body on display for the crowd to see.

[Lederface]

Valentine when she finally fell on the canvas with Patricia, knew that she had been enough, she had shown that she could not be a nurse, but she had not been useless to Valentine either, so she would decide this time to give her a not so painful end, so she would position herself sitting on her face, so that Patricia's face would be next to her, preventing her ass from knocking Patricia out, and with her arms grabbing Patricia's waist, Valentine would pull to bring her towards her, forming a curious "C" with Patricia's body, only for, with the cameras pointed at her, Valentine to move Patricia's panties to the side, exposing and so Valentine would lick Patricia's pussy.

[Ichi]

     Still recovering her senses, Patricia lay on the mat, staying mostly motionless. Suddenly, the lights above Patricia were occluded by an opaque form. Whatever was above her slowly started to descend towards her face, prompting Patricia to turn her head to the side. She felt something soft slowly come down on her head. It soon began weighing down on her head, forcing her cheek into the mat.
     Patricia blinked a few times. Flashes of light began to dance across her vision. It seemed like she was looking at a crowd. And in that crowd, many seemed to be taking pictures. Am I in a LAW ring? though Patricia.
     Patricia felt a pair of arms wrap around her. Head still on the mat, her body was lifted up. Her spine was curled into a "C" shape, and the weight of her body weighed down on her neck. She felt fingers brush up against her groin as her panties were pulled aside. Dread began to well up in Patricia's chest as the reality of the situation dawned on—
     "Aaahn!" cried Patricia as she felt something warm and wet touch her womanhood. Her pussy spasmed, sending out a small spurt of fluids as a pleasurable sensation washed over her vulva and clit. At this moment, Patricia realized where she was.
     "No! Please! Don't!" Patricia began to struggle, but her movements only made the stimulation more intense. Her pussy started to leak fluids and occasionally twitch. And, having regained her senses, Patricia realized that every intimate detail of her anatomy would be on full, public display. A tear flowed from the corner of Patricia's eye as she realized that she was once again powerless to decide her fate.

[Lederface]

Valentine listened to Patricia, though she would hardly have expected the situation to go from little to little, Valentine would hear Patricia ask her not to, Valentine would pause for a few moments.

Girl....... Do you think you have the right to demand that? You are lucky that your destiny is more pleasant than the one of other fighters that I examined.....

Valentíne would say before slowly approaching and continuing, licking and licking Patricia's pussy, Valentíne had already done what she wanted with her and this was a way to thank her for it.

[Ichi]

     Patricia hissed in irritation upon hearing Valentine's words. She hated how powerless she was in this situation—it was the same sort of feeling she had felt all her life. LAW was supposed to be her way to escape this feeling of helplessness, but she still felt as helpless as ever.
     Patricia tried to thrash around, but it was to no avail. Her struggles continued, starting strong but quickly weakening as pleasure began to overtake her. A moan escaped her lips and her sex started to drip. Her breathing became ragged.
     "Oh god..." moaned Patricia, her pussy beginning to twitch. Her hips started to move slightly and rhythmically in an unconscious attempt to maximize her pleasure. Her mind started to become lost in the sexual sensations, making her numb to everything else.

[Lederface]

Valentine licked without discomfort or pleasure, for someone who often has to resort to that kind of movements, the constancy made her lose the excitement, so now Valentine just did it following her style, although she did not enjoy it much, she did not show that she did not care, she licked quite well, stopping and rotating with her fingers for a fingering that for sure she would be loving, but it was time to finish, and Valentine just asked

Tell me Nurse...... Do you give up?

Valentíne would say with a teasing smile, so that before Patricia could answer she would go all out against Patricia's pussy, licking in circles inside Patricia's cunt.

[Ichi]

     Patricia was delirious with pleasure, her mind barely unable to focus on anything except for Valentine's lewd touch. Patricia's breathing became heavy and laborious, her hot, ragged breath mixing with the air of the arena. Her eyes glazed over as she accepted her fate as Valentine's plaything.
     "HNNYAAAAAAHHHH!!!" screamed Patricia as Valentine's fingers invaded Patricia's sex. Her pussy spasmed yet again as her eyes rolled back. Patricia's pussy squeezed against the invading digits, as if trying to deny them entry. But the friction only increased Patricia's pleasure, and Patricia was soon rendered a panting, moaning mess.
     Patricia was left barely conscious, lost in a sea of sexual ecstasy. Yet, she simultaneously felt something else: shame. She knew that this was not how her career was supposed to go. She wanted to face other women in competitive bouts of sexuality, all while being cheered by a roaring crowd. This was decidedly not what she had imagined for herself. She was not supposed to be a toy for other women, consigned to scream, cry, and cum for the amusement of an uncaring lustful audience.
     Tears began to flow down Patricia's face as she was subjected to this cruel amalgam of pleasure and shame. Patricia's hips bucked rhythmically against Valentine's fingers, causing Patricia's g-spot to be speared repeatedly and her clit to push against Valentine's tongue. The red-haired woman's pussy began to repeatedly contract.
     "HHHNNNYYYAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Patricia's tight pussy burst, sending her sexual fluids spurting into the air like a miniature geyser. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, while her face was nearly as red as her hair. Patricia's chest heaved up and down with each breath, her somewhat large yet perky breasts being accentuated each time she breathed in. Patricia was rendered nearly insensate, unable to voice any form of submission!

[Lederface]

Valentine herself had had enough of that girl, it was clear she couldn't be a capable nurse....... Even Valentine doubted if she really had medical training or if it was just her theme, but in the end that was what happened, when she finally cum again, since Valentine never bothered to count them, she could see how Patricia drowned in a sea of liquids, tears, sweat and some of her own semen, it was strangely cute to see her in that situation, but even Valentine had a code of ethics, a very stupid one, but at that moment, that code could give some salvation to a novice nurse

Come on Patricia, don't you plan to answer to your doctor?.

Although Valentíne could have continued torturing and even using her drugs against her, Patricia's current situation was in breach of one of her codes of ethics, being that
"she was not to harm or attack an Opponent if they no longer appeared to have signs of being able to continue fighting unless it was a rival or someone she truly wished to harm....."
And clearly Patricia didn't qualify for either, so now I would just let Patricia be able to give some sign of a fight..... Or this fight would have to be stopped because Patricia was incapable of continuing to fight or even stand up

[Ichi]

     Once again, Patricia found herself looking up at the overhead ring lights—how many times has she been in this situation? She had lost count. The ceiling slowly came into focus as Patricia came down from her orgasm. The all-encompassing glow of orgasmic ecstasy which had transiently washed out all of Patricia's internal strife had been supplanted by the oppressive weight of reality. Her failures came rushing back into her psyche: failures from the recent past in LAW as well as failures from her old life. Failures that she could have prevented, had she just been better or acted differently.
     A steady flow of tears trickled down Patricia's face and onto the mat. Her pussy spasmed a couple of times, sending out a spurt of fluid with each contraction. She wanted to stay down and wallow in her sorrow. To be carried from this ring and sequestered away so no one could see how pathetic she was.
     Yet, in spite of everything, a fire burned within Patricia. Being worthless and giving up was not an option in her mind. She needed to prove herself, her worth. She was not going to be just another person, consigned to a life of mediocrity. She was supposed to be better than that.
     Patricia rolled onto her front, her body feeling like it was made of lead. The crowd got a good look at Patricia's shapely, lingerie-covered ass as she lay on her front, but that was of little import to Patricia. Slowly, Patricia raised herself onto her hands and knees, her limbs shaking as she did so. One foot after another, she got to her feet.
     Without thinking, Patricia undid her bra and dropped it onto the mat. Her sizable, yet perky breasts were fully visible, yet Patricia made no attempt to hide them. She slid her thumbs under the waistband of her lingerie bottoms before pushing them down and stepping out of them, revealing her wet pussy. Several drops of her fluids dripped onto the ring mat as residual girl-cum slowly meandered down her inner thighs.
     Patricia's exhausted legs momentarily gave out, sending her stumbling back into the ropes. Her arm hooked around the top rope just in time to keep her upright. She took deep breaths, her chest heaving with each inhalation.
     Patricia was practically delirious. Her thoughts were a mess of emotions, gradually becoming less coherent as time went on. But amidst all the mental noise, Patricia knew one thing: she wanted to fight. Even if it meant going out on her shield, she would continue. She was not going to quit, and she was not going to run.
     Patricia would glare at her opponent. Her eyes would have a glazed, empty appearance. But a fire would burn behind those eyes. One that could not be extinguished unless forcibly snuffed out. Against all reason, despite the state she was in, Patricia would raise her free arm and beckon for Valentine, daring Valentine to attack.

[Lederface]

When Valentine witnessed Patricia's actions, she thought for a moment of a quick "medical" analysis.

Patricia had received too much damage throughout the fight, both physical and psychological, while it is true that she seemed to have her mind working on producing a high amount of energy to keep her on her feet, something that only adrenaline could give her, that would not leave the most important fact: Determination and will; Valentine had the great advantage of having seen this first hand, being her with the information of Hitomi and Jenny Rodouko, 2 fighters that their Will is one of their best tricks, she knew that this was like a kind of support that they had before an impossible situation, and it seemed that there was something in this nurse that was raising her to fight, but if she had seen the best of determination and an iron will. .... she had also seen how this one fell apart, it was clear that determination alone and the effect of willpower can not keep a fighter on his own, Patricia was a clear, it would be useless to keep getting up from each blow if she could not change the situation of the fight.

And so when Valentine watched as Patricia challenged her to attack, the nurse was happy to help her do so, running at full speed against the ropes to propel herself and charge Patricia, it seemed that she would look for a direct confrontation, but when the distance closed, Valentine would jump to place her legs as the spear that she would turn against Patricia, aiming right for the face where a direct hit would be what Patricia needed to sleep, a blow to the chin, being now all up to Patricia, to know if her determination came with an emergency energy recharge to keep fighting, or if it was just the nurse's last choking kicks.

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