Leto Nikos vs Evelyn LeClair - Hentai match

[JingleJangle]

Leto was thoroughly enjoying torturing Evelyn. To add literal insult to injury the Drill Sergeant was making a scene out of bending the Firebird to a limit she thought she would snap while she added constants humiliating remarks to a Evelyn that was not only suffering constant severe pain on her back, as her low grunts gave testimony, but was also being humiliated by Leto’s constant insults and the revealing of her naked bust under that circumstances.

Evelyn had to muster all of her willpower but she managed to ignore the pain and humiliation she was feeling. It would all pay off when she got to the ropes and Leto would be forced to release her, so she kept telling herself that as she paid a big price in terms of pain for each inch she got closer. The price was there though, closer by the second and in no time she would be able to grab it.

It wasn’t meant to be, as Leto demonstrated just when Evelyn was so close to the ropes. The Drill Sergeant had been bidding her time, waiting for the redhead to get tired and strained before flailing her around like a ragdoll in a powerful flapjack that got the Firebird hitting her back and shoulders. “Gaaah!!” Evelyn was in a pretty bad spot, taking a relentless pummeling without a small window to recover. She would try crawling on all fours and get some distance even if that made her look a little like she was running away.

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Leto laughs darkly as she watches Evelyn writhing in pain on the canvas, the redhead's ass presented to her as they crawl away.

"Look at you, thrashing about like a fish out of water," she taunts, slapping Evelyn's exposed rear cheek. "Seems like you'd rather crawl on all fours and beg for mercy than admit defeat."

As the Firebird scrambles to regain footing, Leto grabs her, hauling Evelyn along with her.

With a swift movement, Leto pins Evelyn's back against the ropes, leaving the redhead hanging by her arms. The Drill Sergeant's hands darts out, cupping and kneading Evelyn's exposed breasts, squeezing and plucking at the tender flesh with sadistic glee.

"Oh, you've got some lovely little handfuls here," she coos, voice dripping with malice as she subjects the Firebird to a brutal tit-slapping marathon. Each brutal impact sends ripples through Evelyn's chest, the force echoing through the ring.

"Mmmm, look how pink and sensitive they are under that tough exterior. Just ripe for the taking," Leto purrs, her fingers twisting and pulling on Evelyn's stiffening nipples, making the redhead helplessly squirm and gasp.

[JingleJangle]

Leto’s constant and insulting remarks were making Evelyn’s pride hurt, not to mention the yelp of surprise and pain that the slap against her butt got. She was a proud fighter and being helplessly mauled by that rival was proving a pretty humiliating experience. The redhead wanted to look at her rival in the eye and retort, tell her to shut up and then mount a comeback, but that was far from happening as Leto wasn’t willing to give Lynn any room to breathe and regain some of her energy.

Evelyn was quickly grabbed and hauled around in between her protests before she was pressed by Leto against the ropes. Then, the Drill Sergeant started kneading and generally mistreating the Firebird’s breasts, which caused even more pained groans and grunts from the redhead. “You’re so fixated on these I would say you love them-aaargh!” Evelyn tried her best to make it look as if she wasn’t feeling as desperate and in pain as she was, but the truth would start showing in no time if things kept going that way.

Not willing to be Leto’s rag doll for longer, Evelyn knew she had to start fighting back or else, so the redhead firmly clenched her teeth to ignore the pain she was feeling and her hands darted from the ropes to quickly slip to Leto’s big breasts, getting rid of her skimpy bra in a whipping motion as she started giving Leto some of the treatment she was feeling. It wasn’t the best strategy, but at least it showed Evelyn had the spine to fight back, so she devoted herself to mashing those mounds between her hands, retaliating for the first time in that match.

[MR. Q]

The shock registers on Leto's face for a fleeting instant as Evelyn seizes the initiative, bold hands tearing at the straps of Leto's bra. Yet the Drill Sergeant quickly recovers, a vicious snarl twisting her features as the Firebird exposes her ample breasts.

"What did I say about touching the merchandise, little girl?" she growls, slapping Evelyn's hands away.

Undeterred, Leto lunges in, gripping Evelyn's wrists in a punishing vice as she drives the Firebird's own aggression back at her. Evelyn struggles, but the Drill Sergeant's superior strength holds firm, using the momentum to grind the redhead's breasts harder against hers in a tit-for-tat squeeze fest.

"Bitch thinks she can outplay me, hmm?" Leto sneers into Evelyn's face, breath hot against flushed cheeks. "You're funnier than you are smart. I'll ruin those pretty hands before you know what hit 'em."

Leto's relentless grip on Evelyn's wrists proves unyielding as she wields the redhead's own ferocity against her. The Firebird's struggling only serves to amplify the assault on her tender breasts, every thrust and buck of her body driving her sensitized flesh mercilessly into contact with Leto's.

Savoring Evelyn's helpless mewls of discomfort, Leto leans in, her parted lips brushing against the reddened skin of Evelyn's cheek.

"You're going to learn the hard way why they call me the Drill Sergeant," she murmurs, her words a sultry promise laced with venom. "My mission is total domination... and you're my latest recruit for target practice."

Without warning, Leto surges forward, using the impetus of their breast-to-breast clash to execute a swift shoulder throw that sends Evelyn tumbling backward. The redhead hits the mat with a jarring thud, her arms flying wide open as she struggles to right herself amidst the whirlwind of action.

Seizing her advantage, the cunning Drill Sergeant pounces, hooking her legs around Evelyn's arm with lightning precision as she crashes down beside her victim. Before the Firebird can react, Leto rolls expertly onto her back, clamping a viselike grip around Evelyn's wrist and swinging her arm back toward the grey haired wrestler's chest.

"Wanna play rough, sweetheart? Fine. I'll put your arm to better use than slapping around."

Leto forces Evelyn into an excruciating armbar submission hold, wrenching her joint to its screaming limits.

[JingleJangle]

Evelyn threw her hands against Leto’s big mounds in an attempt to retaliate and get some damage done on the Drill Sergeant. She mashed and kneaded her rival’s breasts, knowing beforehand that the pain would be something to consider since she was experiencing some of that torture and her breasts turned out to be smaller than Leto’s, so it was only logical to think that the silver-haired would struggle more when subjected to the same torture. It turned out it wasn’t that way when Leto looked only annoyed by Evelyn’s work on her chest, quickly regaining control over the redhead’s hands and shoving her body against Evelyn’s, pressing her against the ropes with that powerful and enticing figure.

Leto was once again in full control of the situation, throwing insulting comments towards Evelyn while the redhead’s hands were trapped and her body was crushed under the pressure Leto was applying. This treatment, though, had a tint or eroticism that just kneading breasts didn’t have, and Leto would notice after not so long how Evelyn’s nipples started standing up to attention and piercing against Leto’s own breasts in a show of how she was also falling prey to some growing arousal that could become a problem if things kept going like that.

“It must be hard for you to be such a stuck-up-aaargh!” The Firebird’s retort was cut short by a simple but effective shoulder throw from Leto. Evelyn still had it in her to show some defiance, but what happened them left the Firebird with no will to talk anymore. With a swift motion, Leto went for an armbar submission move that got Evelyn’s arm at a point in which the redhead could swear it would break if pressed just a little bit more. The redhead’s cries of anguish started echoing when the idea of submitting was way more than an idea. Then the realization came in: that was a first to orgasm match. No matter how hard she stated her submission, nothing could prevent Leto from playing with her prey for as long as she wanted.

Evelyn panicked, tears forming in the corner of her eyes from the pain and the fear of upcoming pain. She had no escape and wasn’t strong enough to force herself out of the hold, but if she did nothing things would keep going for as long as Leto wanted to play with her. What could she do? She desperatedly looked at her bending arm and a crazy idea came to her mind in between her despair. After all, that arm was held between Leto’s legs. With some squirming and writhing she would be capable of finding a decent position to rub against the Sergeant’s groin, beginning a chicken game. Would Leto break Evelyn’s willpower first or would the Sergeant need to release when in danger of getting that match-losing orgasm?

[MR. Q]

Initially, Leto's focus remains solely on crushing the life out of Evelyn's trapped arm, the Drill Sergeant's expression twisted in sadistic satisfaction as she revels in her dominance.

However, as Evelyn begins squirming beneath her, subtle changes in her adversary's movements catch Leto's attention. At first, she dismisses it as mere desperation, yet as the seconds stretch on, the heat creeping into her core becomes impossible to ignore.

"Hey now, you dirty little-"

The rest of Leto's taunt dies on her lips as the realization slams home: Evelyn is rubbing against her intimately, exploiting a vulnerability the Sergeant hadn't anticipated.

A bead of sweat trickles down Leto's brow, her breathing growing heavier despite her efforts to remain composed. Her grip falters slightly on Evelyn's arm, a flicker of unease rippling through her muscles.

"It's not working, bitch. I won't fall for that cheap trick-"

"Ghhhhaaaa!"

Despite her defiance, a pained groan escapes Leto's throat as Evelyn continues to exploit the weakness, grinding persistently against the Sergeant's sensitive area.

The Drill Instructor's eyes flutter shut, a wave of tension rolling through her lithe form. Her tongue darts out, wetting lips parted in a silent moan as the unwanted arousal courses through her veins.

"O-okay, settle down..."

Shaking her head to clear it, Leto forces herself back to her mission, the initial spark of embarrassment swiftly morphing into simmering rage. Evelyn may have found a chink in her armor, but Leto vows not to allow this tactic to best her.

Summoning all her discipline, she wrenches the armbar tighter, a pained hiss escaping Evelyn's mouth as pressure increases exponentially.

"We're finished playing games. This ends NOW, you horny little tease," Leto grits out through gritted teeth.

Seething with barely contained fury, Leto releases the agonizing armbar with a abrupt wrench, Evelyn's anguished cry music to her ears.

"No...way...you don't...get...to win..." she mutters under her breath, still reeling from the clandestine friction Evelyn orchestrated against her most private parts.

Snatching the redhead up by her hair, Leto uses the tangled strands as a makeshift leash, dragging Evelyn into position for her next punishment. She positions herself behind the squirming woman, locking Evelyn's legs into a tight reverse figure-four, ankles bent almost at a 90-degree angle.

"I should...make...this...last...all...night..."

Slowly, methodically, Leto starts applying increasing torque to Evelyn's crossed legs, eliciting pained whimpers from the captive redhead.