Ivan Ramirez vs Beatrix Reynolds - Submission & Hentai Match

[JingleJangle]

It wasn’t the act of orgasming in front of a crowd while being relentlessly fucked what humiliated Bea, in fact, the woman had been curious and even excited about the hentai scene and willing to experiment, but with how no contest that match was, how defenseless she was against what Ivan conjured for her she was feeling like crap. Finally, Beatrix’s brain took the safest route and switched off, letting her body fall limp while spazzing in orgasm. Unluckily for her, and as he clearly stated, Ivan wasn’t done with her yet. Not allowing her body to fall to the mat and rest, the man was content with changing positions once more, this time locking a full nelson hold that got Bea completely at his mercy.

The match had been a complete one-sided downhill for Beatrix, but from that point she didn’t even have it in her to try and resist. She would just remain under his grasp and take it, whimpers leaving her as overstimulation numbed her senses while she adopted some selfless abandon while she was relentlessly fucked to oblivion, her only hope for that torture to end soon. But the fact that Bea wasn’t reacting anymore didn’t mean her body wouldn’t do, and her folds kept tightening around Ivan’s cock while becoming completely drenched in juices now, overstimulation sending jolts of both pain and pleasure to Bea’s almost fried brain.

[MR. Q]

Ivan maintains the punishing rhythm, fucking Beatrix's limp form with relentless precision as he holds her in place with the Nelson lock. The crowd's cheers and catcalls create a feverish atmosphere, fueling his dominant display.

"Hearing nothing but moans now?" Ivan teases, grinding his hips to rub his engorged tip against her sensitive walls with each stroke. "You're a good fuck, Bea."

He savors the velvety texture of her oversensitized folds, feeling her drenched heat wrap around his throbbing length. Beatrix's passivity fueled Ivan, her surrender igniting his own arousal.

Pumping into her with increased ferocity, Ivan chases his own release, determined to make his mark on the hapless newcomer. With a few more savage thrusts, he finally succumbs to his desire, unleashing a torrent of hot cum deep within Beatrix's welcoming cunt.

After finishing his orgasm inside Beatrix, Ivan releases the Nelson hold, instead wrapping his arms around her neck and one of her breasts as he flops onto his back, still buried deep within her abused pussy.

The impact sends waves through Beatrix's sensitive core but the wrestler merely holds her in place, his cock twitching occasionally as residual aftershocks roll through him.

"Hmm, think you can handle a bit more, newbie?" Ivan taunts, rolling his hips to grind against her with lazy strokes. The lewd squelching fills the air as he toys with her thoroughly used hole, relishing in dominating her.

Ivan's eyes glint with renewed enthusiasm as he grips Beatrix tighter, applying pressure to her neck as he starts to fuck her with renewed vigor in his backbend position. His thick cock plunges deep into her overstretched channel, causing her to choke and gasp for air as he ravages her helplessly pinned form.

One hand kneads and pinches her breast, tweaking the sensitive nipple mercilessly as Ivan pounds into her with reckless abandon, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Beatrix's muffled moans filling the arena.

"Love feeling you struggle, Bea," Ivan moans, his hips snapping forward with increasing intensity.

His balls smack against her ass with every thrust, the obscene noise mingling with Beatrix's choked whimpers. Ivan loses himself in the raw, animalistic pleasure, reveling in the control and power he wields over his subjugated opponent.

[JingleJangle]

What a disastrous debut that was being for Beatrix. The blonde debutant had been reduced to nothing but a whimpering and moaning mess, fucked around as much as Ivan wanted and not only that but made to cum for the crowd’s amusement. And as she was just going to learn the humiliation was far from over. Now Bea was just motionless taking whatever Ivan had in store for her with abandon. Maybe it was the best way to approach it, just go absent minded until the man was done with her. Just when it looked like Bea was completely out of herself, her rhytmical whimpering at Ivan’s thrusts the only signal of her being awake, some alarms started blasting through Bea’s mind.

She just noticed how he was starting to throb more than usual. He was going to creampie her.

Bea’s eyes went wide in horror, her mind returning inside her body. “Nonononono WAIT! PLEASE I’LL SUBMIT BUT ANYTHING BUT TH-”

Her desperate pleas for mercy came too late. Ivan was way past the point of talking, already done and cumming inside her.

“NOOOOOOOoooooo...” Bea let out a thunderous, terrible cry of despair and anguish when she noticed hot spurts of cum going inside her. She wasn’t afraid of unprotected sex in LAW. Heck, the medic staff was so rigurous that was one of the planet’s safest places in terms of sex, but the way it all happened was too much for Bea to process and after her heartbreaking wail she just lost consciousness.

Not aware of how much time had passed, senses returned to Beatrix only for her to realize that she was now lying on top of Ivan and still being fucked. Not even cumming was enough for him. Her sex ached from overstimulation and a mix of both her cum and Ivan’s dripped through one of her legs. However, she couldn’t move and was being choked by Ivan so her speaking options were little.

But she had had enough. “S-stahp… I give… pleesh I… giiiv…” Bea’s words came out of her so weak she wasn’t even sured the referee had noticed. She started to weakly tap against the mat with one of her hands, signal much more noticeable by the official who quickly went to ring the bell.

The match was over, Bea had soundly lost against a rival way stronger and meaner than her. Now she only want for Ivan to release her so she could wash the sensation of that horrible night off. The referee kneeled close to them.

“She gave up Ivan, release!”

[MR. Q]

Ivan's cock twitches one last time as he feels Beatrix's body go limp atop him, her feeble tapping against the mat signaling her surrender. With a grunt, he pulls out of her cum-filled pussy, a string of their combined fluids connecting his spent member to her gaping hole for a moment before breaking.

As the referee approaches, Ivan releases his grip on Beatrix's throat and chest, allowing her to slump beside him on the mat. He sits up, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair as he catches his breath.

"Guess that's a wrap," Ivan says with a smirk, nodding at the ref's announcement.

"But before that."

With a wicked grin, Ivan reaches down and starts stroking his softening cock, milking the last drops of cum from his shaft. He aims the tip at Beatrix's face, her features still slack from exhaustion, and unleashes a thick rope of semen directly onto her nose and lips.

Ivan continues to paint her face with his essence. He moves lower, splattering her breasts with generous globs of jizz, the sticky fluid coating her costume.

Beatrix remains unmoving, her eyes closed as she's doused in Ivan's victory cum. The referee looks on, seemingly unfazed by the post-match debauchery.

"There we go, job's done," Ivan declares, before finally taking his leave. His satisfied of the outcome of the match. He would be seeing a huge paycheck after this.

[JingleJangle]

When Ivan released Beatrix and let her body slump on the mat the woman let out a whimpered cry of relief as she started feeling like this was over. She wanted to just roll over and curl into a ball in a corner until everyone was gone from the arena and she could just walk off, but she was too exhausted and humiliated to do so and of course Ivan wasn’t over with her and still had to put the cherry on top of the cake that was her humiliation, a final layer of dominance to show. Jerking himself off to the fallen body of his victim and with primal grunts of victory he smeared his cum all over Bea’s face and covered chest. At that point in the match for Bea it didn’t make much of a difference since she had been broken already, so what was a little more humiliation?

When Ivan was done and retreated proclaimed the victor Bea’s body relaxed and limped there. She rested of her arms on top of her face, effectively covering it from everyone while it also blocked her own vision and for some time she rested there, her overstimulated and numb body slowly starting to show some signs of her senses returning, but recovering from that night, both mentally and physically, would surely take some time for her. The worst part of the clog on her mind going was that now Bea had the mental energy to reflect on what happened, and she felt her eyes tearing up under her arm when a voice almost startled her.

“Beatrix, can you hear me? Are you okay?” The referee was kneeling in front of her and checking her state, looking even worried about her well-being. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”, she said while grabbing Bea by the arm and pulling her back on her feet, which felt pretty wobbly at first. “Don’t touch me!” Just when she was standing again Bea pulled her arm so she broke the ref’s grip. Realizing what was going on and how rude she had been thanks to the experience she just had made her break into tears. “Please… I can go by myself…” After that attempt of an apology she slowly started to drag her body out of the stage, where she would need a shower to wash off all the pain and humiliation for the day.

What a terrible debut for Bea, indeed.

-Thread end. Victory goes to Ivan Ramirez by verbal submission-