The Most Sadistic Of All Snakes - Chalia vs. ViVi S. Valentine

[Hagen-Autem]

The little queen representing the pub faction would snort with her lips closed at every complaint from her opponent. She was about to bend her body back to begin the devastating move, but Chalia began to beg loudly and that made her reconsider.

The pinkette would lean on the brunette. Crushing her modest chest on Chalia's back, and her abdomen on the curve of this young lady's back, her legs would rest bent on the sides of Chalia's waist and with her arms she would hug this adversary's neck. Her lips would whisper in her ear as she revelled in her terror.

She first muttered a suppressed moan.

"This is the part where you beg me for a break," She whispered succinctly, stretching out each word in front of Chalia's ear to caress it with her breath. "And the one where I think about it if I like your offer, of course..." Her knees settled again, this time, placed at the lower part of Chalia's spine. "So tell me, what will you give me?" There was a hint in that question, a well-veiled but very obvious idea of ​​what this queen wants from her opponent.

The Pinkette would listen to everything Chalia had to say. And as she did, she would separate her chest from the shoulder blades of this foolish adversary, spreading her arms to put her body's weight available for the void. The audience would whistle as the little succubus arched back again. Her breasts rose while her knees pressed against the lower part of Chalia's spine. ViVi looks upside down at the world, who cheers and gasps for her; her pigtails dangle free towards the ground, her skirt doing the same. Her raven was displayed like a beautiful bow about to fall prey to gravity. And the referee was only attentive to the imminent.

The British woman's fingers would remain tightly intertwined under the brunette's chin, listening impatiently to everything she said. Rattle her fingers on her throat to put pressure on Chalia's mind, and when Chalia finished, the only thing ViVi would have to answer her would be a blunt, rather simple, and clear answer:

"Hm... Nope!"

Viviane York slid her knees to Chalia's shoulder blades, concentrating all her weight on the upper back of her victim at the same time pulling her head back to tear her from that corner and force her to fall with her!

If that backstabber was another success for the third queen, the pinkette would help Chalia bounce back! Letting go of her neck so she would be free to suffer the repercussions of the fall and extending both of her legs to kick Chalia's back to return her to the corner hopefully crashing her chest against the turnbuckles. Also, this Viper would leave her legs like this, extending out as pillars pace to help Chalia stay on the ropes.

[reini]

As ViVi’s knees slid up to her shoulder blades, a sharp burst of pain shooting through Chalia’s spine. And then—the drop.

A brutal shock tore through her back as ViVi’s knees drove into her, her entire body arching in a forced whiplash. A breathless gasp escaped her lips, it felt like a steel bar had been jammed right between her shoulder blades, sending a wave of burning agony rippling down to her ribs. She couldn't do anything, as her the tiny enemy was literally ripping through her body. Her mouth parted in a high pitched, pained moan, her chest lifting as she arched against ViVi’s hold. The sharp pressure on her spine made every nerve in her back scream. She could feel her abdominal muscles twitching, spasming under the pressure, the definition of her stomach betraying her pain as it flexed helplessly.

ViVi released her neck, and for a moment, Chalia thought at least she'd get to slide down on the mat. But instead, next thing she knows her chest slammed against the top turnbuckle, the impact sending shockwaves through her ribs. A stunned gasp left her lips, her body folding slightly over the ropes. Her arms draped limply over them, holding her up, but her legs trembled beneath her.

She was stuck.

ViVi’s extended legs, planted against her back like a cruel scaffold, kept her pinned against the corner. Trapped. Vulnerable. And worse, humiliated after being toyed with so effortlessly.

Through blurry vision and ragged breath, Chalia grit her teeth. She needed to move. But first—she had to survive whatever ViVi had planned next.

"Hhhaah… ViVi—come on…" she rasped, wincing as she shifted against the ropes. "You already bent me in half, aren’t you satisfied?"

She lifted her head just a bit, tilting it toward her opponent, her red eyes pleading for mercy

"I—I get it, okay? You’re a queen, I'm sorry! This is too much for me, I think I actually slipped a disk..."

Her fingers weakly gripped the ropes, her body trembling slightly.

"Come on, you don't really wanna break me, right?"

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi would slam Chalia's body into the corner with a good double kick, and herself would remain lying on her back on the canvas, while the other woman remained on the ropes, supported in that place only by ViVi's legs pushing her there.

Chalia's every word was a delight to ViVi, the crowd murmured, shouted and uttered intense questioning of what Chalia had just accepted, and to a certain extent, the tanned woman was right with her fears about ViVi.

The pinkette murmured, thoughtfully, plotting the best answers for her opponent—the pink succubus is no longer annoyed with Chalia. So she responds to her and the crowd's pleas by hugging her own legs to bend and compact herself and be able to roll backwards. Ending up on her knees after leaving the space for Chalia to collapse on the canvas.

Her opponent really looked terrible, Chalia wasn't even trying to run away or defend herself anymore. it was perfect, this was the opportunity that ViVi needed!— She would get down on all fours on top of her opponent, catching Chalia's biceps with her claws and pinning her down with her weight. The Viper would also lower her face to almost touch the tip of the Snake's nose with her own, brushing the Tan's ears with her pigtails.

"Alright, I'm not mad at you anymore," She whispered, pleased to be called queen, though she was returning a somewhat ruthless smile of complacency at the opponent. "So, you're free to submit whenever you want," she expressed subtly. "I already have in mind what we'll do when this match is over."

Saying that punchline, ViVi blows a flying kiss and winks at her, then begins to slowly crawl over its stunned prey, groping and watching every movement of a tremulous body in need of a breather. When her hands are on either side of this tanned jobber's hips, and her own knees are on either side of Chalia's head, the queen would begin to shake her hips from left to right, stoking a howl in the stands for what she's about to do to this sceptic.

"Take this as a tea break~," The queen dropped her crotch and ass over the other woman's head! Straddling her face and hiding it inside her plaid miniskirt!

The audience would howl! ViVi just continued- started dancing her hips on top of her, sinking Chalia under her bottom as if she were her cushion! Shaking Chalia's face from side to side as her skirt hides everything.

As the world erupted in cheers and whistles for these two, ViVi followed, sliding her hands over Chalia's abs, arching forward as her hands rubbed against this woman's smooth abdomen, arousing other instincts. although it all seemed to be just work to be in a better position, more seductive, more seductive, more disturbing and more possessive, one with which to vary bounce her ass over Chalia's features for a quick, intense and teasing twerk.

Spoiler

Work: [L&C]Season2 #4
Artist: のりしろ(Norishiro) on pixiv

[reini]

Chalia lay sprawled beneath ViVi, her body battered and exhausted. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shaky breaths, her muscles burning from the relentless punishment she had endured. Every inch of her ached, from her spine—still throbbing from that brutal backbreaker—to her shoulders, which twitched uselessly under ViVi’s claws.

She should fight back. She should push her off. But her body refused to listen. The weight of the pinkette pinning her down made it impossible to move, each breath a struggle as her lungs desperately tried to catch up.

Chalia's scarlet eyes, hazy with pain and fatigue, fluttered half-open, barely able to focus on the smug, teasing expression looming over her. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came—just a ragged inhale as she felt ViVi’s breath ghost over her face, the pinkette’s silken pigtails brushing aggainst her heated skin like mocking whispers.

Her mind was a mess of defiance and frustration.

"Damn it… I can't let her play with me like this..." she thought to herself, but the weight pressing down on her made it feel impossible to resist.

Then ViVi moved—slowly, deliberately, crawling over her like a predator savoring its prey. Chalia’s exhausted body shuddered involuntarily at the sensation of her opponent’s fingers tracing over her trembling frame, the intensity of the moment sinking deep into her gut.

The way ViVi shifted made Chalia’s stomach tighten, her exposed abs flexing instinctively as she felt the warmth of her opponent hovering over her. Her mind screamed at her to move, to fight back, but her limbs were lead, her body betraying her just as much as her breathless gasps did.

And when ViVi playfully swayed her hips above her, basking in the reaction of the crowd, Chalia's fingers curled weakly against the mat.

The assassin felt embarassed with the pinkette touching her belly and smearing her butt all over her face, but wasn't in a position to do anything

"C-come on! What are you gonna do to me?"

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi's fingers would be considerate of her opponent's poor body. Her ass and intentions, not so much.

Chalia lay on the canvas like a rug for her opponent, as the pinkette delighted the spectators with an interlude of the irresistible swagger her hips were giving over the poor brunette's face, flapping and fluttering Chalia's features inside that mini-skirt barely covering ViVi's hips, wave after wave; the Assasin looked anything but a great opponent.

ViVi's pelvis swayed exquisitely from one end to the other, drawing great curves and circles on Chalia's face. ViVi pounded the Snake's dignity in front of so many witnesses who only begged for various acts, none a request for Chalia's release.

ViVi traced this woman's paper body with her fingers, sliding her fingers across her abs and waist, gingerly kneading up and down to enjoy that smooth exotic skin. ViVi loving the flexing of those nervous muscles. It was a fun thing to provoke with just a touch from her. She wanted to know more of this side of Chalia, just for that, she wasn't rushing to take her as her own now.

The queen was having fun here, she had achieved two of the three dominations she set out to achieve in her encounters. The first was physical domination, which she achieved the moment Chalia became her plaything. The second was mental domination, which was sedimented when Chalia recognized her as a queen—just for that, ViVi rewarded her by lifting her own bottom off her to let Chalia breathe. Then she shook her hips from left to right, energetically, like a naughty bunny before detonating it on her features once more, and without remorse only for more fanservice. The last domination was her favourite, the instinctive one— ViVi was just groping the more subtle and interesting side that a woman like Chalia has, that aspect of herself that apparently doesn't cross her mind to manifest in matches. That side that ViVi loves to show in its matches is more intimate...

Now came the third act of her show.

Feeling an opponent's breath brushing beneath her crotch bristled, and encouraged her to remain so curious. Is always a delight. Especially in such a sensitive zone of her body as is that of her best attribute. However, voices are something else.

Before beginning the methodical exploration, ViVi would give a small gasp, opening her eyes wide as her hips shuddered as it felt Chalia's voice echoing between her legs in a disrespectful tickle and escaping her perfectly round booty. Chalia needed answers. Nonetheless, ViVi responded to these complaints and questions by rolling her eyes for a moment and, giving a half smile at nothing, crawling down to gag Chalia's mouth with her crotch! Landing her buttocks on Chalia's nose to kill shut up her unnecessary interruptions.

Spoiler

Work: [L&C]Season2 #4
Artist: のりしろ(Norishiro) on pixiv

Her skirt would fly up for a moment, drooping like a tablecloth that shelters Chalia's head from everyone's eyes. The pinkette would reinforce her response by pulling her skirt down a little further. Then she would plant her devilish gaze back on the bare abdomen in front of her.

“No silly talk,” she declared. One of her hands rested on Chalia's upper abs as she nibbled on the nail of the other hand, thinking, selecting the best spot. “I want you to answer that yourself,” she explained, deciding to press on this brunette's navel with her fingertip. From there, ViVi would set off tracing a large spiral, undecided where to descend: whether down one of Chalia thighs, or down the middle of them.

[reini]

Chalia lay sprawled out on the mat, her body aching, her breath ragged. She had been dominated. Completely. She didn't even get a proper attempt to attack her enemy, as it was just Vivi doing whatever she wants in that battle. Chalia really, really regret that much. This was the most painful experience of her life, and the most humilliating one at that. Nobody has ever toyed with her body like that.

Her face burned—not just from exhaustion but from sheer humiliation. How could this happened? She was the stronger one, the bigger one… and yet, she was the one lying flat, unable to resist.

Her stomach tensed involuntarily when she felt Vivi’s fingertips ghosting over her sore abs. A shiver ran through her body—both from pain, and from the awful realization that Vivi was toying with her now.

And then—her finger.

“Nnhh—!” Chalia sucked in a sharp breath, her core flinching as Vivi’s finger pushed inside her belly button. It was meant to humiliate her, and it worked. Her face turned red, her arms twitched at her sides. Her body wanted to react, to fight back, but she had nothing left. The moment Vivi’s fingertip made contact with her belly button, Chalia’s entire core flinched instinctively. It wasn’t painful—not in the way a strike or a submission hold was—but it was deeply uncomfortable. A strange, vulnerable feeling. It was a place she never expected to be touched, a sensitive, almost nerve-racking spot that sent an involuntary shiver through her body. It wasn’t sharp, but it felt intrusive, exposing—wrong. Her belly twitched, her hips gave a weak jerk, her hands curled into useless fists at her sides. Her abdomen and back burning from pain, all she could do is be glad it at least wasn't painful.

She could hear the crowd roaring, laughing, taunting her. Her arms weakly pushed against Vivi’s thighs for a second… but she had no strength left.

She had lost. Utterly. All she can do is hope whatever ViVi does will be merciful

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi murmured, drawing a cruel smile on her own face.

It was such a delight to see Lucy stir tremulously or spasmodically at her strokes. Her belly seemed sensitive and the pinkete's fingers were a very soft and curious brush. When she ran her fingertips over Chalia's navel and Chalia became agitated, the Queen just planted her hand on the side of her navel, put a fingernail in her mouth and looked behind her, rubbing her bottom against Chalia's face to calm her down, while encouraging her to keep expending her energy in such a pathetic and deplorable manner. This was nothing compared to what ViVi was putting together in her head for Chalia. And there was only one more part to define her next step.

The pinkette would stop biting her fingernail and plant her hands on Chalia's ribs, and as if in a slow jog, she would run her hands up and down both sides of Chalia's waist, rubbing that smooth exotic skin with her possessive touch until she reached her hips, where ViVi would have to answer her old question:

Keep sliding her hands down to her knees and beyond, until her own body lay completely on top of Chalia, or complete her study of this woman's body by going down the middle of those hips.

A hand was raised with an outstretched index finger. ViVi looked down the middle of those hips with more than predatory eyes, as if her mouth was watering.

ViVi opted for the middle. She was interested in how thin this fabric protected Chalia's crotch.

"Tell me, Chalia." Her finger descends towards Chalia's snatch. Everyone's eyes followed her journey, anxious! "What do you think... Even the ringside's cameras zoomed in on that finger to follow it closely. "I gonna do with your body?" Her finger would touch her opponent's covered pussy!

[reini]

Chalia was so angry and frustrated. Her whole entire body was aching like hell, her spine shattered, barely holding on by a thread. She didn't want to surrender, however. How is she supposed to be taken seriously if this little pink thing managed to defeat her? She wanted so bad to turn this around and prove herself, but there was genuinely no opening.

ViVi was carassing Chalia's exposed abdomen, which frustrated her.Just because she wore clothes that showed it off, doesn't mean someone gets to touch it! But...well, as long she isn't doing anything painful, maybe Chalia can find whatever little rest she gets in this fight? Chalia allows ViVi to touch her midsection, even though it made her face burn red, both from frustration and embarassment.

But then ViVi crossed the line, hovering around where Chalia's groin is! The only thing that was telling ViVi that Chalia is even protesting, was her breath getting faster, clearly getting stressed. But other than that, the brunette had no way of fighting back or trying to set herself free. She tries raising her hands to show ViVi to not do it, but all that she had left is hoping that maybe her enemy will show mercy, with no actual power over whether she does so or not.

[Hagen-Autem]

As soon as her finger began to knead her opponent's womanhood cunt, Chalia's arms flailed erratically. ViVi's legs only clamped tighter around the Snake's head, sinking her nose deeper between her buttocks and her mouth against her pussy. Which wasn't so smart because ViVi froze as she felt the quickened breath caressing her own womanhood, spasmodically then let out a adoring moan.

The audience roared in exhilaration!

"Hey! Don't do that!" ViVi demanded, hypocritically, as she extended another finger to rub harder.

Her fingers went up and down, insistent, rubbing every part of her phalanges between those lycra-clad folds, inciting them to swell as her rose quickened!

"Let's see how much of a match you can take of this." Valentine mused to herself, grabbing the leggings and pulling them towards the waist to cinch them even tighter at the crotch, in a wedgie of sorts!

Spoiler

[reini]

"Oof, ViVi is just humiliating me at this point..." the brunette thought to herself

The combination of painful toll her body has taken already and the degrading wedgie makes it very clear who's in control of this fight. Chalia seems completely broken, just lying there and letting ViVi do whatever she wants. Chalia’s body felt like it was on fire, her back ached so much it felt like it might snap in half. And just when she couldn't take any more pain without passing out, her pinkette enemy thought of a way to demean her further without that happening.

With the wedgie, fabric biting into her in the most humiliating way possible. The crowd's reaction—a mix of laughter, gasps, and cheers—made her face burn with shame. The pressure at her groin was sharp and stinging, but what made it worse was ViVi’s smug tone, the way she toyed with her like she wasn't even any threat. Chalia clenched her teeth. Her arms twitched at her sides, but she had nothing left to push herself up.

At the same time her enemy was rubbing her private part, making her squirm from the sensation. She clutcher her legs together and curled her toes, the pleasure over taking her body!