The Maid and Model: Marina Delmare Vs Amon, Black Maid

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Marina plan of defending herself seemed to be working out, if she could how out longer she can hopefully wait for Amon get tired and slow down her brutal attacks. But then it all came crashing down as a torturous “Hhhuuhh—!” All the air inside felt like it just popped like a ballon in her body.

Marina would fall back to the ground, losing all her progress from climbing the ropes. After the attack, Marina would roll out of the ring by going underneath the first rope. She would then formed into a fetal position while also covering her bare stomach with her hands. After that last attack, it seemed unlikely for Marina to defend herself any other way. So all she can hope was Amon would leave her be for a while she was out of the ring.

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As Marina tumbles out of the ring, clutching her stomach in a futile attempt to stave off the pain, Amon smirks, a wicked glint in her eye. The maid steps through the ropes and stands tall above her fallen opponent.

"You've proven quite... entertaining, Marina," Amon remarks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But alas, our little contest isn't over yet." With that, she bends down, effortlessly scooping Marina up in her arms as if the injured model weighed nothing. Holding Marina on her feet, Amon begins dragging the girl towards the outer barricades before launching her opponent to it.

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No matter how far she went, Amon would always be there for the next attack. Marina would still be under the affects from the horrible hit to her stomach with it leaving her completely vulnerable to any assault that her opponent has plan nexts.

When she saw Amon leave the ring, she’d try to crawl away fearing the thought of what was nexts. But she was easily caught up with and soon picked up like a bag of feather. She would be dragged over to the gates that acted as a barrier between the audience and wrestler. But just then, with unprecedented speed, Marina was launched directly at the steel barricades with the impact leaving the crowd in aww and horror. “Ghhk—!” The sound that came out of Marina was unlike ever before.

As a result from the hit, marina would stayed on the ground stunned as the hit was directed both on her weaken back and head.

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The impact resonates throughout the arena as Marina crashes into the metal barriers, sending shockwaves of pain radiating through the dazed model's fragile frame. Amon's triumphant grin grows as she surveys her work, clearly satisfied with her work.

With a shrug of her slender shoulder, Amon approached her battered opponent. "The match has yet to reach its climax," she declares, addressing the captivated audience, "so allow me to give you a good show."

Amon lifts Marina's limp body to a sitting position, she wastes no time in exploiting Marina's vulnerability further. With quick efficiency, the maid's fingers make quick work of Marina's sports bra, hauling it up over the model's breasts until the garment is yanked free and discarded carelessly to the side.

Exposed now, Marina's pert nipples are visible, puckered from the chill in the air and her distress. "Perfect," Amon murmurs to herself, a predatory gleam in her dark eyes as she gazes hungrily at the bared flesh before her.

Without ceremony, Amon's deft fingers slip inside Marina's panties to explore the heated folds of her sex. The maid's touch is clinical, yet provocative as she strokes and teases Marina's sensitive nubbin. Meanwhile, Amon's other hand boldly claims one of Marina's bare breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as if testing its suppleness.

All the while the audience watch.