Idol's intro to wrestling: Freja(D) vs Sylar Robin (D)

[MR. Q]

Sylar's brutal treatment sends jolts of agony coursing through Freja's already battered form. Her cries dissolve into gasping sobs as he hoists her upright with calloused fingers digging mercilessly into her shoulders.

The sudden shift from prone to seated disorients Freja further, making it difficult for her to coordinate any semblance of resistance. As Sylar wrenches Freja's wrists back and jams his boot into her spine, she's left whimpering pitifully.

"N-no... please..." Freja pleads through tears, desperate to avoid further suffering at Sylar's merciless hands. "L-leave me be..."

Her pleas fall on deaf ears as Sylar twists her arms behind her back with sadistic glee. With each painful contortion, Freja's body screams in protest, her joints creaking ominously under the strain.

A choked whimper escapes Freja's lips when Sylar presses down harder on her back, forcing the air from her lungs once more. This time though, there's nowhere to run...

"Hah... haaahhh..." Freja wheezes raggedly, her strength rapidly deserting her broken form amidst Sylar's merciless domination.

What fresh torture does he have in store for me now?!

[MrBrightside]

Sylar yanked on Freja’s arms sapping them of their strength. All the while Freja could only cry out in pain. Fortunately for her she didn’t have to endure this position for long, though every second she was in it was agonizing enough to make it feel longer than it actually was. Regardless, Sylar removed his boot from her back and released one of her arms in order to transition to his next move.

Keeping his grip on the other wrist, Sylar pulled Freja up to her feet and whipped her into the corner sending her hard into the ring post. He then lifted her up off her feet and planted her on the top rope. Sylar hooked both of her legs underneath the top rope before pulling her body down to leaving her suspended upside down in the tree of woe.

[MR. Q]

Freja's tormented wails echo through the arena as Sylar wrenches her arms apart, the brutal contortion nearly dislocating her shoulders. Each violent tug rips through her chest with the force of a sledgehammer, drawing forth hoarse, anguished cries.

Just when Freja thinks the agony cannot intensify further, Sylar abruptly releases her and hauls her upright once more.

Before Freja can even begin to recover, Sylar hoists her onto the top rope, folding her nearly in half as he hooks her legs beneath the ropes.

"Haaa...aaahhhh!" Freja's pained moans reverberate through the arena as she dangles helplessly upside down, her petite frame stretched taut like a human flag.

[MrBrightside]

With his opponent in such a vulnerable position, Sylar could do just about anything he wanted to her. Normally he would follow it up with something like a running knee of a baseball slide. But then Sylar got an idea. Though this was supposed to be a standard match, the stipulation allowed for hentai action. It seemed like a waste to not take advantage of it so Sylar decided to give the people what they wanted.

“Fair warning, if touching your boobs was enough to set you off then you’re not going to like this. Or maybe you will.” Sylar told the idol as his hand slipped under her shorts and snaked towards her pussy.

[MR. Q]

Freja's blood runs cold at Sylar's ominous warning, her heart pounding in frantic alarm as she realizes what he intends to do. Even as dread fills her core, a perverse thrill stirs deep within her - forbidden excitement mingling with trepidation.

"Ahhh! No, stop! Don't touch me there!" Freja begs, her protests shrill and desperate as Sylar's hand breaches the barrier of her shorts.

Despite her pleas, Freja finds herself helplessly suspended, utterly defenseless against Sylar's impending invasion. Panic swirls in her chest as his fingers close in on her most private, intimate flesh.

"Mmph... ahh...!" A choked whimper escapes Freja's parted lips as Sylar's questing digits brush against her swollen, needy lips.

This is absolutely forbidden!

In panic, she lashes out to punch his crotch!

[MrBrightside]

Sylar was watching his prey closely taking note of Freja's reactions as his fingers inch closer to her pussy. He sees a number of emotions play across her face. Fear, desperation, trepidation. But the one he's most interested in is the one that's buried deep beneath all the others, desire. It's faint but Sylar can see it in her eyes. An idol needs to present herself as pure and innocent for her fans but that didn't make feelings like lust and desire go away. And the more one tried to repress those feelings, the stronger they would become. Those feelings were inside Freja, Sylar just needed to coax them out.

But of course, it wasn't going to be that easy. She wasn't going to give in without a struggle. She would lash out and Sylar saw the punch coming a mile away. He caught it before it could make contact with his family jewels.

"Hey now, if you want to touch my dick then you have to do it the right way. Be gentle!" Sylar chided her as he dipped his finger into her folds.

[MR. Q]

"N-noooo! Aahhh!" Freja shrieks in outrage and revulsion as Sylar boldly invades her most private sanctuary. The sensation of his fingertip probing her sensitive flesh sends shockwaves of humiliation through her trembling form.

Tears of anguish stream down Freja's face as Sylar taunts her with honeyed words, his insidious tone dripping with cruel amusement. The indignation boils in her blood, fueling her desperate struggle to escape this degradation.

"F-fuck you! Get your dirty hand out of me!" Freja spits venomously, thrashing wildly against Sylar's iron grip. Her tiny fists flying towards his crotch to ward him off.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar pushes his finger deeper into Freja’s pussy, moving it around inside and exploring her erogenous zone in search of her most sensitive spots. He stepped back and turned his body to the side to try and restrict her opponents access to his crotch. His other hand hovered protectively by his crotch to ward off the diminutive idols strikes while he worked to bring her to orgasm.

[MR. Q]

"Mmph! Ahhhnnn!" Freja's cries escalate into shrill wails as Sylar ruthlessly plunges deeper within her quivering depths. Each twisting thrust sets off explosions of raw sensation that leave her dizzy and disoriented.

Freja thrashes against Sylar's grip, but his broad frame proves an insurmountable barrier to her futile attempts to break free. Her tiny fists pummel uselessly against his muscular thighs as he skillfully explores her most intimate places.

"N-nooo! S-stop it!" Freja sobs, her voice cracking with desperation and mingled arousal as the boundaries between pain and pleasure begin to blur. Despite herself, Freja feels the first twinges of unfamiliar pleasure starting to coalesce within her core.

This can't be happening...

[MrBrightside]

Sylar ignores Freja’s pleas to stop and instead sticks another finger inside to increase the effect he’s having on her. If anything, he was spurred on to keep it up as the pleasure the idol was experiencing was beginning to become more evident. Slowly his fingers start to pump in and out of her pussy.