Ivan Ramirez vs Beatrix Reynolds - Submission & Hentai Match

[JingleJangle]

Beatrix took good care of following all of the lessons she had been taught now that she was going for some retaliation. Her chops were sharp and sudden, darting from her guard position towards Ivan’s chest in a fraction of an instant, but the blonde debutant knew well they weren’t heavy hitting moves and that their only use was as a distraction at best. However, it worked. The chops to Ivan’s chiseled chest took enough of his attention from her for Beatrix to give him a powerful side kick. It connected! She was turning the tables! That was the exultant thought that coursed Bea’s mind, but a realization remained.

Ivan had taken the kick to his stomach with fierce determination, remaining on his feet and without falling back not a single step while looking stalwart and immovable. “W-what…?” Beatrix was puzzled. Her kick had some good amount of power. How could a rival resist a hit like that unfazed? No matter how puzzling these thoughts were, Beatrix didn’t have much time to dwell on them as Ivan got a hold on the leg she had used for the kick. “L-let go!” Standing on one hand while the other was under Ivan’s grasp made Beatrix’s balance precarious enough, but when he suddenly punished her with a barrage of hits to the punch of the skull it was all too much to handle. Bea took the hits but now she felt almost like fading, her vision blurry and her support failing as she fell on her butt while her remaining leg was still grabbed by Ivan. Panic set in and Bea started whipping both her legs in a desperate attempt to get freed from that monster of a man while letting out some whimpers of urgency.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's relentless assault on Beatrix's head continues, each strike landing with precision and force. Her futile attempts to escape only serve to fuel his aggression. As she falls to the mat, Ivan maintains his grip.

With a swift motion, Ivan transitions to Boston Crab!

Sharply turning her to her stomach, Ivan hooks Beatrix's legs behind her knees, bending them sharply backwards. He leans forward, applying immense pressure to her lower back and thighs.

"You think that little kick was gonna take me down, newbie?" Ivan asked, his grip tightening around Beatrix's legs. He increases the leverage, digging his kneecap into her lower back. "This is gonna hurt a lot more."

Ivan wrenches his hips, further contorting Beatrix's body and amplifying the pain radiating through her spine.

"You almost had me there for a sec," he continued, a hint of faux mockery in his voice. "But you're still not on my level."

Ivan maintains the agonizing hold, waiting to see if Beatrix will finally tap out.

[JingleJangle]

When Ivan stated that he could go easy on Beatrix either he was clearly lying or he wanted the woman to state that and acknowledge her as the inferior fighter, something that wouldn’t happen even if that was true thanks to Bea’s pride preventing her from doing so. Instead she would take anything her redheaded rival would throw at her. Then Ivan locked a Boston Crab. Beatrix didn’t have the time to protect herself, so she was instantly rolled over her stomach and before she could do anything her legs were under Ivan’s control and then a powerful jolt of pain coursed through her lower back and made her scream in pain. “Aaagghh!!” Ivan not only applied the hold, he devoted himself to it when she pressed further his knee against Beatrix’s back, making the woman cry in despair. The option of submitting to him passed through her mind. After all, that would put an end to her torture, and the electric current on her lower back and thighs was too much for her to resist so she considered giving up.

The only thing that prevented Beatrix from giving up at that point was Ivan chastising her, making remarks about her lack of skill or experience with a mocking tone. That lit the spark on her eyes again and made Bea clench her teeth in an attempt to ignore the pain she was experiencing. Escaping the hold by sheer strength was out of the question, but the ropes weren’t that hard, she only had to gain some distance to reach towards them. That way Beatrix started crawling, dragging Ivan with her, inch by inch trying her best to endure the excruciating pain she was feeling by then. Her teeth were clenched, sweat pearled her body and she was under incredible pain, but she somehow was getting closer to the ropes. At some moment her struggle got the crowd on a good side and they started chanting her name, cheering for her in this endeavor which gave Bea the push she needed to reach out with one hand and grab the lower rope.

[MR. Q]

Ivan grits his teeth, the ropes scraping against his knuckles as Beatrix claws at them. His Boston Crab hold falters as he tries to maintain the submission while she pulls herself away.

"No you don't, newbie!" he growls, desperately trying to yank her back.

But Beatrix's fingers close around the rope, and with a surge of adrenaline and desperation, she manages to free herself from Ivan's grip. Panting heavily, she scrambles to her feet, the crowd erupting in cheers.

Without hesitation, Ivan advances behind Beatrix, seizing the opportunity to play with her. His large hands snake around her curves, one grasping a pert breast, the other delving between her thighs to roughly grope her intimate folds as he pulled her back to his chest.

"You got some fight in you," he purrs, his breath hot against her ear. "That's good."
With a smirk, Ivan begins to squeeze and pinch her nipple, twisting them between his fingers as his probing digits press insistently against her clit through her skintight costume.

With a chuckle, Ivan easily pulls aside Beatrix's leotard, revealing her black lace thong underneath. He traces the edge of the underwear with his thumb.

"Well well, seems like you wanted this, huh?" he taunts, his free hand slipping down to yank her thong aside and plunge two thick fingers into her pussy without warning.

"Tight!" Ivan growls appreciatively as he feels Beatrix clench around his invading digits. His fingers pump vigorously, thumb circling her clit, bringing her quickly to the edge.

"Let's see how you handle this," Ivan asks, his erection throbbing urgently in his trousers.

[JingleJangle]

Beatrix’s debut had proven being quite an ordeal so far. Ivan wasn’t pulling any punches and it showed in how relentlessly he was battering the blonde debutant, but as Bea was going to just learn there were worse things that could happen, even if a little more pleasant. In fiercely enduring pain and crawling towards the ropes, Beatrix had shown her might and had got some of that needed crowd support back, but it had a pretty big cost in terms of energy. She managed to grip the ropes and use them as some support to get back on her feet, but she was quite open and definitely not ready for what was going to happen.

“Nggh” Still a little dazed from the pain she had to endure, Beatrix noticed how Ivan slipped behind her a got a grab on her body. Just when she was expecting something on the likes of an abdominal stretch she felt Ivan’s grab on her breasts and his hands rubbing against her crotch area through her leotard.

Oh yes, this was a hentai allowed match after all. Beatrix had been curious about the lewder side of LAW and wanted to experiment, but in her mind she was expecting something like a nice, hot chick to be her first sensual interaction in a ring, someone with a gentler touch, but she got Ivan. Beatrix’s eyes widened in fearful realization.

“N-no! You can’t!” Bea protested, whimpering her only way of defense as she was quite spent from the previous hold. Then Ivan grew bolder in his groping adding some nipple pinching and pushing her leotard aside to reveal and play with her underwear before mocking her some more. “That’s not t-Iaaah!!!” Bea’s retort was interrupted when Ivan shoved her thong aside and plunged two fingers inside without even some foreplay, her folds clenching at the touch. Bea tried using her arms to push against him and get some space, but Ivan’s hold was more powerful and she couldn’t break free. As something resembling actual pleasure started to appear on her mind, Bea thought that nothing could be worse than that.

Well, maybe escalation.

[MR. Q]

"Don't worry newbie, I'll make it worth your while," Ivan said, pumping his fingers faster into Beatrix's slickened depths as he continues to torment her sensitive nipples. The sounds of squelching flesh fill the arena alongside Beatrix's increasingly high-pitched whimpers and cries.

With a smirk, Ivan leans in, his breath hot against Beatrix's earlobe as he whispers, "You want it rough? I'll give you rough."

Without warning, he abruptly withdraws his fingers, leaving Beatrix panting and wanting.

Ivan pushes Beatrix to the ropes, positioning her stomach-first against the ropes. Her chest heaves as she gasps for breath, her leotard and thong askew.

Keeping his grip on her hip, Ivan frees his massive erection from his pants. Seven inches of thick, veiny meat springs forth, slapping against his abdomen. The crowd gasps and murmurs in awe at the size of his member.

"Time for a show, newbie," Ivan growls, sliding his hands up to palm Beatrix's breasts through the thin fabric of her top. He tweaks her nipples roughly, eliciting a sharp yelp from her.

With a lecherous grin, Ivan notches the swollen head of his cock against Beatrix's dripping entrance, teasing her with the promise of penetration. The audience watches, rapt, waiting for him to claim her fully.

With a grunt of exertion, Ivan thrusts forward, impaling Beatrix on his rigid shaft in one smooth stroke. Her wet heat envelops him, stretching her inner walls to accommodate his girth.

"Ah fuck, you're tight!" Ivan groans, savoring the sensation of her body yielding to his invasion.

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into Beatrix with abandon. Each deep stroke sends shockwaves through her frame, her breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts. The ropes creak ominously as Ivan ravages her, his balls slapping against her clit with every powerful drive.

The crowd roars its approval, egging him on as he claims Beatrix's body in a display of raw, carnal dominance.

[JingleJangle]

Ivan’s fingering turned out to be as relentless as his fighting was, and Beatrix was just getting a front row demonstration of just that as he fingerblasted her, plunging his fingers deep within Bea’s pussy. Something within Beatrix started reacting to the stimulation and she got first damp and then wet, alleviating some of the pain and replacing it with pleasure, even if it was unwanted. Just when Bea was about to let out a moan confirming how she felt, Ivan stated that he wasn’t even trying to be rough before quickly withdrawing his fingers from within her, leaving Beatrix to deal with the reflection about how her body was feeling. With a sudden shove Ivan sent the blonde debutant against the ropes. Landing on them on her stomach, Beatrix wasn’t capable of seeing what was happening, but soon enough Ivan was on top of her twisting her nipples again, which got them pretty erect and sore but also sending mixed signals to her brain.

Then Bea realized what was going on and colour escaped her face when fear set in. She could feel Ivan’s rod pressing against her entrance.

“No, wait!!! Put me in any submission you want, but please, don’t- KYAAAAAHHH!!!” Taken by despair Beatrix tried bargaining with her rival but Ivan wasn’t listening and pushed, fully penetrating her. And hell was he well endowed. Bea’s pussy accepted the offering and tightened around his rod, slick juices making his movements easier by each second passed. Now Beatrix was being completely ravaged in front of a cheering crowd, her body a mere plaything for her rival as it quaked with each one of Ivan’s thrusts. Unable to do anything to break this situation, the blonde debutant focused on muffling her pants and moans so her rival wouldn’t know that she was starting to unwillingly feel pleasure from that cock.

[MR. Q]

Ivan grips Beatrix's breasts firmly, using them as handles as he continues to rut into her mercilessly from behind. His powerful strokes send her entire body jerking with each impact, her tits bouncing in his palms.

Leaning over her, Ivan buries his face in the crook of her neck, panting heavily as he fucks her with wild abandon. His hips snap forward, driving his thick cock deeper into her clenching depths with each thrust.

The ropes creak, straining under the force of Ivan's assault. Beatrix's moans and whimpers mingle with the raucous cheers of the crowd, creating a deafening din that fills the arena.

"You like that, newbie?" Ivan growls, nipping at Beatrix's earlobe.

His words are punctuated by the sloppy sound of flesh meeting flesh, the symphony of their depraved coupling echoing throughout the venue.

Smirking to himself as he notices Beatrix's desperate efforts to quiet her responses to the pleasure, Ivan decides to escalate further. With a deft twist, he seizes both her arms in his grip and yanks them back, securing them behind her back as she's bent over the ropes.

"Hmm, I'd want to hear your voice, newbie," Ivan teases, hips. The resounding slap rings out, echoing the earlier blows to her tender nipples.

Gripping her arms tightly, Ivan redoubles his efforts, pistoning his cock into her pussy with ruthless abandon. He uses her restrained limbs as a fulcrum, allowing him to pound her harder, the increased leverage propelling his thick shaft even deeper within her quivering cunt.

"Take it all, Bea! Let them see how you moan and shake for me,"

[JingleJangle]

Ivan kept fucking Bea to the debutant’s despair. He wasn’t being nice or tender while doing so and instead opted for a simple, almost animalistic pistoning in and out of her body. It was pretty rough, or maybe in his book it wasn’t. The thought was terrifying. And then there was his snarky remarks, always in time to make things even worse just when it looked like they were at their lowest point. This time it was all about Ivan mocking Beatrix for how her body was betraying her. “N-no I don’t!!” She tried to look defiant, denying him the satisfaction of seeing her experience pleasure against her will, but the moans she let out in between her words hinted that her resistance was faltering. No matter how hard she fought or how that pleasure was unwanted, Bea’s body couldn’t deny what was coming, and it would come sooner than expected.

Suddenly Ivan decided to switch his game up, grabbing Bea by the arms and pulling them back while redoubling his efforts in thrusting. This got new grunts coming out of Beatrix, but she quickly bit her lips to try and hide how close she was of the edge, her head denying while she kept unavertedly moaning inside her mouth. Finally, it was all too much. “Ah- ah- ahnn- AAAHHHHNNNN-“ With a final cry of frustration but also pleasure Beatrix would throw her head back while a small amount of her juices spurted against the cancas and down her thight, the crowd roaring in approval at the public humiliation while she jerked wildly amidst the throes of her climax. At that point it was as if Bea’s brain turned off in a self-defense movement. Her legs stopped supporting her and would surely make her fall on the mat unless Ivan decided to support her. If she was going to be fucked, she wasn’t going to make it easier or allow it.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's eyes gleam with sadistic triumph as Beatrix's body betrays her, her moans growing louder despite her attempts to stifle them. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock, milking him as she hurtles towards climax.

"Your body's being honest than you." Ivan says, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust.

As Beatrix's orgasm overtakes her, her legs buckle, threatening to send her crashing to the mat. But Ivan's grip on her arms remains firm, holding her upright as he continues to plunder her convulsing cunt.

"Keep coming for me, Bea." he growls, his own climax building at the sensation of her spasming walls.

As Beatrix's climax slowly subsides, Ivan releases his bruising grip on her arms, lifting her legs instead with ease. Hooking his elbows beneath her knees, he locks his hands behind her head in a full Nelson hold.

The crowd goes wild, witnessing Ivan's transformation of Beatrix into his personal fuck doll. His hips continue their relentless pace, the newfound leverage allowing him to bury his cock even deeper inside her abused pussy.

"Fucking tight still," Ivan grunts, his strokes becoming piston-like as he pounds Beatrix's cunt in this dominating position.

Beatrix dangles helpless in his grip, her breasts swaying with each forceful thrust, the lewd slapping of skin against skin ringing out through the arena.

"Don't worry newbie, I'm barely out of juice yet," Ivan assures her with a chuckle.