Veyle Ombroso vs Allie Lee: Talk Shit Get Hit

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It was a bit of a shame that Veyle's mouth was busy, leaving her unable to further shit talk Allie while attacking her. But the answer to what she was doing was rather simple; she wanted to make Allie submit to something that wasn't even hurting her. Of course, that didn't mean that Veyle no longer wanted to hurt the bimbo blonde at all. Just that she wanted to inflict the humiliation of making her tap to what would basically be a non-attack.

After maintaining a pit tickle tit suckle combo for a bit, Veyle would take it up a notch. She'd turn herself so that she was laying across Allie at a slight angle, about to where her left hip would be laying on top of the streamer's left hip. Veyle would continue the tickling part of her attack as it came down to the right side of Allie's body, fingers working her right hip and belly. The Italian would also rub her leg against the American's pussy, the motion of which would cause Veyle's upper body to move back and forth, in turn causing her chest to rub against Allie's fun bags. Veyle's right arm would go underneath Allie's head, reaching across to grab the blonde's right arm and hold it up above her head. She did so in order to leave Allie's armpit undefended as the monochrome haired wrestler would bring her head over to start licking it.

Once Veyle got this quad-targeting combination locked in, she was not going to stop. Not until she got results. Her hope was to force Allie's submission, but it didn't have to go that way. If Allie wanted to be stubborn, Veyle was more than happy to keep going until her victim's mind shut down from sheer overstimulation and she was reducing to a half-conscious, drooling mess. Presumably with another climax or two along the way.

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Allie knew that she couldn't possibly hope to stand a chance against Veyle - that part was a given. But even still, the Italian's creativity seemed boundless when it came to coming up with new and innovative ways to torment her. She wasn't even hurting her, really, but she had still managed to overwhelm Allison's senses with nonstop stimulus, tickling and sucking at some of her most sensitive regions at the same time. Her whole body had flared up with heat, and the giddy, tingly feeling was surging through every pore - too much so for her to even think straight! Barely able to control her own motions, she twisted and turned from side to side, whipping her body this way and that, but no matter how much she wriggled and writhed, she could barely get Veyle to budge with how she laid on top of her!

There was no way Allie could've gotten her way out of this predicament - and yet, Veyle still wouldn't be satisfied. She wouldn't stop there! Determined to keep innovating, she turned herself to the side so that she could stimulate Allie's groin at the same time she kept tickling at her. Allie had begun to squirm faster and faster, her hips bucking and her body rocking as she tried desperately to vent all that pent-up energy in any way she could - but Veyle gave her no way to do so at all! When Veyle's leg brushed between hers, she could feel the tension take hold through her loins, her muscles growing tense as her hips bucked off the ground. Her grunts and groans came faster and deeper. Veyle could feel a damp spot spreading across the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. But as much as this sensation was overwhelming, Veyle would soon top even that when she leaned her head in to run her tongue across Allie's armpit, sending another jolt through her nerves as she let out a gasp!

Allie had already thought she was overwhelmed beneath the nonstop run of sensation - now, it had grown even more unbearable, consuming her every thought! Her face had flushed a deep red, and she threw her head back with a squeal, unable to withstand it much longer. "I can't-!! Stop!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MOOORE!!" she wailed - just before her voice was drowned out by another loud moan, as the tension broke and her hips jumped up into the air with the force of another climax!

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This was absolutely perfect. Veyle faced zero resistance as she mercilessly molested Allie's body. Breaking somebody physically was good and all, but Veyle was a big girl now, it was now time to master the art of breaking someone sexually as well. And if the state the streamer was in served as any indication, the sadist was well on her way to that goal.

Allie cried out as she hit her limit, giving Veyle a cue to lift her leg. The blonde's hips came up unevenly as the one pinned by Veyle stayed planted to the mat while her free one came up, causing Allie's climax to shoot down her leg at an angle. Then the Italian brought her leg back down, though this time instead of tender rubbing, it would be a hard knee right into her jobber's pussy.

"You can't take it anymore?" Veyle said, finally lifting her face from Allie's armpit as she continued to fire off crotch shots. "Does that mean you're submitting and giving me my second win?" Honestly, Allie had held on for so long that it made Veyle wonder if she had forgotten she could do that.

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At every moment, Allie's entire consciousness was being overwhelmed by raw sensation - too much was coming to her at once for her to process it all, let alone do anything about it! Her entire body was tingling and flushing hot, and her breaths had quickened into frantic pants. She could barely even concentrate on the fact that she wanted to win, or at least to escape with her dignity intact considering that was looking increasingly out of the question. She just wanted it all to be over! At last, Allie couldn't hold on any longer - her hips bucked up into the air as a hard climax shot through her system, her voice giving way to a loud moan that ripped so hard at her throat that it caused her to cough and sputter a few times after the fact. She started to slump backward as the slack and fatigue set into her muscles. But just as Veyle could deal out pleasure, she could cause plenty of pain as well - and she would make that clear when she rammed her knee hard between Allison's legs!

"AAAUGH-!!" Allie had been tingling all over, especially in her loins, but when Veyle's blow slammed into her groin, it was enough to cause her entire lower body to go numb! The rush she had been experiencing a moment before was replaced with a cold, flat clammy sensation. But the pain was still surging through her like a rising fire! She bucked up into the air, causing her breasts to bounce. A few gasps and wheezes were forced out of her lungs, and she was bowled over onto her side, her hands shooting down and her knees pulling up against her chest as she curled into a ball to try and shield herself. It wouldn't do her much good, though - she was already trembling from the pain!

Her head spinning in a daze and her eyes half-lidded, Allie could barely keep her head above the shores of consciousness enough to stay focused. She took in a few slow, heaving breaths. When she heard Veyle ask her if she surrendered, it was a thought that made her suck in a breath, shuddering at the thought of giving Veyle the satisfaction. But Allie knew she couldn't fight it any more - not in her current state. She simply had no other option!

"...y-yes...it does..." It didn't even sting as much to say any more.

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As Veyle forced Allie's submission, the sadist thought that her toy was starting to seem kind of broken. The way that they blonde gave up sounded like Veyle might not be able to get too much more out of her before it starting getting boring due to a lack of response. However, Veyle was a creative little sadist. She definitely knew how to squeeze Allie for every drop of satisfaction that was in her.

"That's 2! 2-0 for Veyle," she said before turning to the camera and cackling. "As if we even need to keep score at this point. The outcome has been pretty obvious since we've started. The question is how long do I want this to last? The last part of the Trifecta is a pinfall. I control how long that lasts. I could beat you, and beat you, and beat you until you die. And there wouldn't be anything to stop be as long as I don't pin down your shoulders to do it."

Having left that shot of mortal terror into Allie's head, Veyle would wait for the third round to start, where she would casually walk over to Allie and push her to the ground. Then the Italian would sit on the American's stomach, and began driving fist after fist after fist into Allie's tits, further pounding and tenderizing her already bruised sex-mounds.

"Ugh, but you already seem pretty broken," Veyle groaned. "Ad while I'm not above murder, it's not exactly fulfilling to beat on an unresisting, silent victim. So, what to do, what to do?" With the death threat added in there, Veyle figured that she could force Allie to agree to just about anything she demanded.

The easy thing to ask for was money, but Veyle didn't care too much about that. There was definitely something more meaningful that she could ask for. Maybe she could make Allie try to make her own offer again. She'd probably be willing to make a better offer with how Veyle had elevated the stakes. Oh, Veyle's realization of what she should make Allie do overtook her thoughts so much that she even stopped punching. But first she needed a benchmark, "Tell me, how frequently do you stream?"

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2-0 for Veyle. As soon as Allie heard those words, it was like she'd just swallowed a mouthful of bile. Her whole body tensed, recoiling from the Italian as her teeth clenched in a grimace. Just acknowledging that was painful. Allie had just wanted to give the people what they wanted, and now Veyle had forced her to become the center of attention not as the hero or even as the villain, but as the victim. Nothing more than a helpless, defenseless dummy for Veyle to use and abuse at her leisure. Above all, Allison was a woman who liked to be in control - who thrived on knowing she was the one who commanded everyone's hearts and minds. But there was none of that now. The stream might have been Allie's, but the main attraction was all Veyle - everyone knew that! And Allie didn't have anything she could do about it!

When Veyle went over all the horrors she could unleash on her, that just made things even worse! Whimpering like a beaten dog, Allie tried to scoot back from Veyle - less to get away from her, and more just because the thought of what was in store chilled her to the bone, so much so that she instinctively wanted to get away. Submitting or being knocked out - those were things that were up to either her or God. But a pinfall needed to be initiated. Veyle could take as much time as she pleased before that happened. Allie had been afraid that a knockout would've hurt, or that a submission would've been embarrassing, but a pinfall had never crossed her mind as something to worry about until just now. But nothing scared her quite as much as what Veyle was currently describing.

"I'm...uh...I d-don't like the sound of this..." Allie murmured. The cockiness was gone from her voice. Now, her tone was little more than a terrified stammer. Of course, Veyle could hurt her with a lot more than just her words! Just then, the Italian sat down on top of her and began hammering fist after fist into Allie's big breasts! The blonde spasmed and cried every time; each impact shot through her body with a numbing pain, and every time her screams grew louder and louder as she was thrown left and right! When Veyle finally stopped, Allie lay slumped against the mat, her breasts bruised and reddened and her eyes half-lidded from fatigue as she panted out shallow breaths.

There was still one faint, distant glimmer of hope in her eyes, though. Maybe, she thought, she just might have a chance. If Veyle was getting bored with her...did that mean that she might let Allie go early after all? She didn't know how likely that was, and she could barely think straight through the haze of pain. But she still smiled ever so slightly at the corners of her lips. If there was still a chance...she had to hold onto it!

She didn't know what Veyle was talking about now, though. Panting for air, she blinked a couple times, until she felt she had the strength in her to so much as voice a word. "U-Uuhh..." she groaned. "Twice a week, usually...Tuesday and Sunday. Uh, why..?"

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Veyle would've guessed that Allie streamed more frequently than twice a week considering how much the streamer's internet presence seemed to comprise of her self-identity. The monochrome wrestler considered that Allie may be lying in hopes that a lower foundation would cause her to not raise the bar as high on what she was going to demand, but Veyle didn't care if she was, since it wouldn't matter.

"Alright. Then if you want me to pin you and let this match end, then these are the terms you have to agree to," said Veyle. "First, you're going to bump that up to four days a week. Doesn't matter what days, just as long as it's four a week. And during those streams, you're going to be completely covered from head to toe. Not a bit of exposed skin aside from your head, neck, and hands, covered in enough layers to be thick enough that your viewers can't even see your curves through your clothes."

"Your modesty will extend to your content, as well as your appearance," continued Veyle. "No hot tubs, no past footage of you in skimpy clothes, no bringing on scantily clad guests to be sexy in your place. No sexy poses or gestures, if you even wink to cutely or seductively at the camera, I'll come back for your head. And before you get any ideas of making non-stream content, consider these terms to extend to any public presence you might have, online or in person."

"If that concussed pea-brain of yours hasn't figured out what I'm doing yet, I'm taking away your ability to use sex appeal to get through in life," Veyle explained. "You have to work twice as much without the crutch you've made your name off of. You'll have to survive with your personality, wit, and actual talent. Things I don't think you have. And how long you'll have to do this for, you're probably wondering? Let's say. . . three months. Oh, and you also have to disable gift subscriptions so you can't depend on your super simps to save you. And no waving around charity causes to farm subs either. You are on your own to succeed."

Veyle knew enough about the internet to know how subscription services worked. Importantly for this, that they were monthly. You could go from having every person on Earth subbed to you to 0 if nobody re-upped once their month was over. So for Allie, if Veyle only made her do this for one month, her fans would probably stick through since they knew it wouldn't be much longer until they got their content back after their sub ran out, or that they would just wait until Allie could go back to being sexy and buy another sub then. Even two months, that wasn't too horribly long to wait before they could go back to their status quo. But three months, at the pace the internet moved at? That was long enough for people to find something else, to not come back, to forget about Allie-san, Kawaii Commando. Her numbers would be crippled even after she could run back to her bikinis.

Veyle knew that Allie was generationally loaded, and that even if this killed her Twitch career completely, that she wouldn't end up destitute or anything like that. But that wasn't the point. Veyle wanted to prove the fact that she was worthless as a human being if she couldn't jiggle her tits, shake her ass, or show off her body at something. She wanted to shove that so hard into Allie's face that no amount of delusion would allow her to deny that she was nothing but a body, with nothing meaningful inside of it. Veyle leaned over Allie's face with a snake's smile, "Do you accept my terms, or would you like me to beat on you some more?"

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In truth, Allie had no idea where Veyle was going with this. What did her streaming schedule even have to do with anything? But then the Italian went on to name her terms. Allie had a choice. She could end this match now, and let her pin her and be done with it. But if she did that, she would need to let Veyle dictate how she went about her streaming...and that was something that made her gulp. Four days a week? The first thing that came to Allie's mind was that she would have no time for school, or - more importantly - going out to bars and the mall if she did that. She began to open her mouth to object, but quickly squashed that impulse when she reminded herself how Veyle would no doubt be displeased if she was interrupted. But what Veyle had to describe next left Allie speechless all the same.

Veyle's plans would amount to Allie needing to completely abandon her public persona. Even if she insisted she was more than just a titty streamer, it couldn't be denied that Allison knew how much her fans enjoyed her showing off some cleavage, to say nothing of her more risque ventures. It was no small part of what had made her so popular, and she was keen to promote that - besides, her more provocative stunts got people talking about her, which was all she needed to stay afloat online. But Veyle was out to make sure she couldn't do that. In fact, Veyle had seemed to think this through from every angle - every loophole that Allie could've thought of to get out of this, the Italian already had a provision to block it. She couldn't bring on other people in her place. She couldn't just wear a skintight jumpsuit. She couldn't even promote her OnlyFans, because even that would need to be heavily curated. And she had to put up with all of this for three months? How would she even find enough material?

Allie gulped, her eyes glancing nervously from one end of the room to the other. Her skin had gone clammy with sweat. "U-Uh...uhh..." She wished she could see the chat right now, just to have a second opinion - but she was pretty sure that no one was all that excited about a completely G-rated Allie Lee. In fact, deep down, she knew that she'd lose subscribers for it, and that wasn't a risk she was ready to take. But on the flip side...was the alternative worth the risk, either, if it meant leaving herself at Veyle's mercy?

Yet, also, Allie knew that if she refused Veyle's deal, it would mean she had no plausible deniability any more. She still tried to hold herself as the daughter of a wealthy businessman, and as someone who enjoyed living the high life. She liked to think she was more than just a trashy glorified cam girl. She had sponsors, after all. But how was she supposed to live by that if she conceded defeat now, and all but admitted she couldn't get by without her simps? Veyle had paralyzed her. All she could do was stammer nervously - was there anything she could even say that wouldn't condemn her?

At last, Allie thought she finally figured out a way to escape this situation with her dignity intact. Or at least, as much as it could, given the circumstances; she was topless and had just lost two falls in quick succession. "Uhh...if I asked you what you'd do to me next if I said no...w-what would you say?" She was just asking a question, right? That wouldn't mean a thing!

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It was clear that what Veyle was trying to do hadn't been lost on Allie, in spite of her natural idiocy and brain damage. The streamer really didn't want to take the deal to become a safe for work streamer for the next three months, but it also seemed like she knew deep down that she didn't really have a way to get out of this with how she made sure not to actually reject it.

"Heh, haha," Veyle chuckled as she reached down and twisted Allie's titties with all the strength her hands and wrists could muster. "What do you think I'll do? I'll go back to beating you, and I'll keep beating you until you decide to accept my terms. Which, for the record, are the only offer I'm making. I'm not here to negotiate. And then I'll beat you for a little while past that before pinning you as punishment for telling me no the first time."

"But I'm feeling generous, so. . ." Veyle said as she let go of Allie's breasts. "If you're really so desperate to give your fans the service they watch you for, I guess I could find some time every couple weeks or so to come onto your stream if you want to invite me. And we'll spend a couple hours having some training spars, and you can put on whatever bikini you want for your viewer to watch you in. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"Of course you wouldn't have to have me on. I won't be upset if you just do the safe for work streams for three months," said Veyle. "Though just to make something clear," Veyle would then lean down, her face right above Allie's. "I'm the only person you're allowed to have these training spar streams for the three months. And just in case you have the idea to invite me while also calling a real wrestler there too to ambush me, I'd like you to know that my father is an Italian mob boss. So if you pull any shit like that on me, heh, you probably can't even imagine how much worse he could do to you compared to me."

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For a brief second after the words had left her lips, Allie let out a sigh of relief. She hoped she'd cracked the code here, turning down the offer in a way that helped her save face and not look like a complete pushover. That was a small price to pay when she was sure that an intense beatdown was about to follow - a thought that made her grimace and shudder - but Allie reminded herself she was doing herself no favors by dwelling on that. However, any relief Allie might have felt was quickly quashed when Veyle leaned down and gave her breasts a twist, sending a sharp stabbing pain through her system. "Ow, OW!!" she cried, her face contorting into a wince. No matter how hard she tried to take control, the only person calling the shots here was Veyle herself - and she wasn't going to let Allie forget that.

But when Veyle let go of her, causing the Floridian to fall back gasping for breath, the next words out of her mouth just made something drop in the pit of Allie's stomach. Her eyes went wide, and the color drained away from her face. She had already received a taste of what her "training" with Veyle would look like today, and she didn't want to endure that for a second longer than she had to - let alone to have that happen regularly for three months! She didn't even need to think of a response. "NO-!" she yelped in a voice that came out even more panicked than she had anticipated. When Veyle brought up her family's mob connections, that didn't make things the slightest bit easier!

For a moment, Allie lay there. Her skin was clammy with nervous sweat, and her breaths had quickened into frantic pants. She didn't know what to say - Veyle had left her in a trap there was no escape from without doing some damage to her pride, her dignity, her body, or all of those things at once! Every option seemed equally bad! That was...until another thought came to Allie. That was it - her pride!

If she accepted to Veyle's terms, that would mean that she had capitulated. Her modest attire for the next three months would be an instant reminder of that fact. All of her fans would know that she had chickened out, and accepted a deal over toughing it out and standing up for herself. They'd never be able to look at her the same way again! She'd already had to deal with a few people mocking her loss to Chiaki; if she gave up against Veyle, she wasn't sure if she'd ever recover. Allie might've had money, but it was the attention and affection of the fans she really craved. And she wouldn't dare let them down! More to the point...that impulse meant she had an excuse!

Suddenly grasped with a newfound sense of confidence, Allie shot a glare back at Veyle. "You know what? Do your worst! I'm ready to go another round!" She had let herself get so fired up that she almost didn't even regret saying that. Yet.