Seeing Double - Phoebe vs The Cyan Twins

[Kookio]

Phoebe couldn't even respond to anything her opponent was saying for just after having her womanhood tortured by the woman, she would be forcefully pulled to her feet by Hellen as her body was bent over, still clutching her pained womanhood in agony. Hearing her taunts, she would do the only thing she could do which was go for a punch!

Unfortunately, she wouldn't even be able to go fully through with that because not only did her weak attempt at a punch miss, but she'd feel a familiar horrible pain in her stomach as the elder sister's fist slammed into her own stomach forcing a gasp and meek cry of pain using air that Phoebe had not fully generated yet after the splash and the other screaming.

To make things worse, the Elder Cyan Twin also followed up with yet another kick to her stomach which would have made Phoebe collapse fully had it not been for Hellen catching her. She barely had the strength to stand anymore and the rich brat wasn't showing much signs of resistance to Hellen besides weakly grabbing onto the girl's uniform.

But her lack of resistance is what allowed Hellen to toy with her nether regions for a bit, her hips swaying side to side while Hellen's fingers danced along her womanhood for a bit and smacked her ass a few times. To finish the whole combo off, Phoebe's vision shifted as she saw the world upside down, not comprehending what Hellen was planning before she was dropped nearly head first down on the hard ring floor, letting out one final howl of pain as her body lay upside down with her legs also pinned down and her womanhood perfectly outlined by her outfit tightly sticking against her body right in front of Hellen and April.

[Hagen-Autem]

Phoebe was a pitiful mess after that combo. But sexy was not going to be taken away by any bruise. Hellen would be admiring the seductive and hypnotic state Phoebe's lithe body was in after that Driver thanks to the titantron screens.

"Puff, this was all you had." She assured her, firming her embrace around the waist and legs of a contorted Hart, and lying her cheek on her bottom, posing for the cameras like this.

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The pose could count as a pin. The referee would rush to give the count.

ONE!!!

TW-....

But before the second digit was over, April would stop her with a few slaps on the back, before going on and kneeling on top of Phoebe's hips, bending her a little more with her weight. Her cute bottom would now overshadow Phoebe's face for her curvaceous silhouette drawn through that tiny, hip-length, tight-fitting skirt.

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Art of work: [WGPW][WGPW]Crisis Series Vol.7
by のりしろ(Norishiro) in pixiv

With a finger to her lips she'd speak to Hellen, who seemed to be glaring at her to stop April from going down that road.

"Tell me, Hellen..."

"No."

"How much do you dislike her?" She'd lift a finger at the end, splitting her smile, and drop it down the middle of the folds of that clothed clit, rubbing Phoebe's crotch up and down with the tip of her finger.

Hellen would throw a tantrum.
"What you didn't kiss her already?"

"But I can share!"

"That's disgusting!" Hellen grumbled, spanking the butt between them.

"Oh please! I can have her mouth and you can have her hips." April'd plant her palm on Phoebe's pussy with a slap.

Hellen would watch this and squint her eyelids before looking up again at April.

"Stop groping mine!" She planted her hands on Phoebe's thighs, and spread them open as she emphasised, shaking the poor girl's body a little.

"You just can't make up your mind..." With another lash she would press into the middle of that pussy, sinking the fabric.

Hellen had enough.
"Maybe I have another way to make up my mind...!" She would grab April by the head, clasping her hands together behind her sister's head and pull her down to put her mouth on Phoebe's crotch, since she loves touching her so much!

"Hghgggmmmhh!!" April's screams were barely audible as such, were closer to being moans because of Phoebe's soft legs, that running between Phoebe's hips and into the rich thighs as if that bent woman over the head was her pillow while April's screams entered Phoebe through the leotard. "HMMMMH!!"

April can only wave her arms in confusion while her sister just revels in her mesmerism, guffawing.

[Kookio]

"Mmph..!"

Phoebe cried out while temporarily helpless underneath the two sisters, her body folded up fully. Her hands weren't exactly pinned but she was beaten down enough to where it hurt to even move at the moment. But the humiliation she endured while both of them toyed with her nether regions was horrible. It felt like they were using her ass as bongos. Though she couldn't exactly make out what they were saying either.

Once April started rubbing her womanhood up and down, the helpless brat couldn't help but let out a squeak and whimper of pleasure, trying to keep herself from making too much noise. That momentarily feeling of pleasure was halted when she felt a slap at her crotch, forcing a yelp from her and her hips to twitch and squirm like she had been temporarily woken up from a daze.

The daze would somewhat return when the pleasure would temporarily return and she wouldn't be knocked out of it again when she felt the woman's face press against it! What was going on between them? No matter. She managed to get a little bit of rest. Enough rest to make an attempt to break out of this humiliating hold.

After a few seconds of April being held down against Phoebe's crotch, the rich brat would attempt to hook her legs up and behind Helen's arm pits and thrust her hips to the side to send the two of them tumbling over to the side. Unfortunately, Phoebe wouldn't have time to make any kind of reversal if she were successful, but she would have some time to grab onto the ropes and attempt to hoist herself upwards.

[Hagen-Autem]

April didn't understand why her sister has to complicate things so much!

When she's the one who plays too much with her opponents, April doesn't get so angry... not so much, maybe just a little bit.

Although, the younger of the two Cyan won't deny that she wanted to taste the treasure between Phoebe's legs, since she hadn't stopped running her eyes over the body of this rich brat, filling a little bit of longing to taste that soft pure skin, she won't deny that she would have preferred to do it on her terms.

The smarter Cyan's hands stopped fanning uncontrollably and rested on the battered bluenette's leotarded ass. Struggling to get out of there while her sister, Hellen, was determined to keep her sunk there.

However, no April didn't last long fighting to get her face out of the bottom of Phoebe's leotard, because before either could assume anything, the opponent wedged her legs into the armpits of one of them, and with a jerk threw both sisters aside!

Both screamed as they were displaced, but Hellen sat up quickly, glaring angrily in the direction in which Phoebe was pathetically escaping. April, on her side, was spitting and wiping her lips, savoring Phoebe, yes, but dissembling and being objective.

“Puagh puagh! Ewgh!” she glanced sideways at the rich brat. Phoebe had already reached the ropes, her arms at least. “Why do you always make things difficult?” She asked her, getting between Phoebe's ass and her sister's gaze.

Hellen hesitated

“What are you talking about?” she folded her arms. She looked away. “You're the one who wanted to steal my moment.”

April's eyes widened.

“Your moment?!” Now she's the one who crossed her arms. “It's a matchup between the two of us. Not just yours, you know?” Hellen grumbled, puffing out her cheeks. April reached her limit. She averted her eyes elsewhere. “You know, maybe I should tell Gael to stop lumping us together in our match. Then we'd lose less to your childishness.”

Hellen was immediately irritated! But seeing her sister annoyed, her shoulders slumped, sapping her jealousy.

“What?!... Hmmmp! Well, okay! Maybe I do get mad that you kissed her without asking me.”

April arched an eyebrow.

“I don't have to, I asked for her lips.”

“You?! When!”

“At first time!” April said.

“I don't remember!”

“...well. Maybe I didn't say it explicitly...”

“April!”

“Okay okay! Maybe I never said it!... My bad”

They both stared in opposite directions, letting the leotarded bluenette take a few seconds to rest on the ropes. After half a minute, the twins returned each other's gaze, sweeping the canvas with their eyes before meeting, already a little more cooperative with each other.

With a reconciliatory smile, they each extended their little finger and intertwined it.

“We rebooted to take down Phoebe?”

“We reboot to finish Phoebe, yes.”

“Very well...so...Those lips are mine!”

“Yes...wait what?! No!!”

Hellen jumped to her feet and ran before her younger sister flinched. Seeing Phoebe's cute, round, little butt so perfectly accommodated on her knees, and highlighted by that tight leotard, she couldn't help herself.

“Hey, how's your breath?” Hellen commented to her.

She stretched one of her own legs back before kicking Hart directly in the crotch!!!!

They didn't know how much Phoebe had recovered, so snatching everything she recovered in this span was the best way to keep her from continuing to slip away from them.

April, for her part, would slide out of the ring. She knew her sister too well to predict what she was going to do to Phoebe's body— seeing that the rich brat looked for the ropes, and that Hellen would possibly use that position to her advantage, well it would be in her best interest to be on the outside, get on the ring apron and prepare to make her own move when Hellen concludes to make hers!

[Kookio]

Phoebe had barely managed to somewhat recover while the two were arguing, her body hunched over the middle rope right when Hellen would talk to her. Phoebe's eyes would widen in fear upon looking back and seeing the girl. She was still shaky to get up.

"Sh-Shut up! I swear to god I'll fucking- AAAIIIIEEEEEE!"

She screamed in agony when she felt the woman's foot slam between her legs in a dirty low blow! The girl's body nearly falling outside the ring from the force and tears stained her eyes from the pain, her body nearly going fully limp. If she was not held down, her body would collapse off the ropes, falling back to the ground and gripping her womanhood in pain. A move that would put most out of commission, not to mention someone as beaten up as Phoebe was.

[Hagen-Autem]

Phoebe was about to slither out of the ring after taking that kick to the groin!

It was a clean and accurate impact that sent shivers down the spine of the spectators! And the blueberry didn't even let this rich brat finish her rudeness as the impact to the groin collapsed Phoebe onto the ropes, leaving her limp for gravity to slide her unresisting out of the ring, and onto the ground.

But Hellen grabbed her ankles, blocking her escape.

"Where do you think you're going?" she joked.

Then she pulled those legs to pull part of Phoebe's body back inside the ring, leaving her stomach folded over the middle rope.

Holding her down didn't stop the entitled girl's hands from reaching for her crotch to soothe her pain somehow. And for Hellen, that was an interesting perspective, as she saw her directly at her ass with her legs spread wide open thanks to her own grip and held back only by her own consideration.

It gave her a very pathetic and sexy perspective on Hart. So she doesn't complain about witnessing it; on the contrary, she's grateful to have a front row seat to watch her crumble.

With a pleased smile, Hellen decides to turn Exemplary's body to lie her back on the middle rope, leaving opponent's arms and head on the outside, and her lower half inside the ring.

"Hmp...You know...now that I see you like this, I feel like hitting you differently, snob~." Hellen's tone changed dramatically to a more horny one.

She walked between Phoebe's legs, leaving each one at her sides.

She'd asked for her lips, yes, but she'd also just made up with her sister, and she didn't want to add more reasons for a feud with April. Besides, she hadn't washed Phoebe's mouth yet, so it would be like kissing her sister, too, and Hellen didn't want that.

So the Cyan went for something more humiliating and slower to punish her for being so...her.

She folded Phoebe's legs, hooking them over the lower horn.

So she'll take advantage of the other parts of Phoebe that she can enjoy without consequences.

If The Exemplary has no way out of this on-rope trap, then Hellen would rest her own hand on the belly, and start running her open hand across the skin clad in that blue leotard of her opponent— across her belly until it reached the pit of the stomach, where would cross to the side of cute body to knead one of Phoebe's breasts with her playful fingers; while with the other she caresses Phoebe's one hips as with her mouth stuffed with peck and kiss rich brat's inner thigh area, moving her caresses up to her belly button, and continuing all over that bare abdominals area framed by the gorgeous leotard.

"If you move, yerk, I'll bite." She threatened. She doled out another couple of kisses. "I'm not kidding." She remarked.

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artist: のりしろ(Norishiro) on pixiv
pic from [Crisis]Reggie Extra Fight

[Kookio]

Though she was about to fall from the ropes, Hellen had other ideas for the rich brat as her body was halted from falling to the ring floor as she was bent over the middle rope backwards, her feet hooked around the bottom rope to keep herself from falling out. Hellen would also help keep Phoebe balanced by acting as an anchor as she got between the rich brat's legs.

Phoebe could barely think after all the tandem throws she had been through. But she did know what was coning when she felt something soft press itself against her inner thigh lewdly. But even though she was conscious enough to understand what was going on, she had no where to move to. If she squirmed too much she risked falling outside the ring.

Instinctuvely her body would shiver in reaction to Hellen's fingers preparing her for the next stage of the match, her skin was soft and the leotard-- while already form tight-- was looking as if it was struggling to keep itself together in this specific position, especially at Phoebe's crotch where Hellen would be able to see the groves of her womanhood at the ends of her inner thighs.

"Mmh... Stop touching there!"

She cried out while the woman's hands would reach her soft bosom, the fat not even fitting fully within her opponent's grip and squeezing it would cause the flesh to mushroom over the digits.

[Hagen-Autem]

Hellen was not physically abusing Phoebe. She was just taking advantage of the moment and the good position she caught her in to show her eloquent opponent from another angle. A fairer one.

Her hand cupped Phoebe's bust, amused by how soft and delicate it was. It barely fit in her hand. And that was unexpected and exciting. She hadn't expected Phoebe to have such a large bust, one that the leotard concealed.

"Hoooh! But what or where is there, heh?[/color]" Once again, she gently squeezed that breast. "If you don't tell me, I can't consider it." She did it again.

It was entertaining to do. So, she reached up to take advantage of the worrisome position Phoebe was in, and her zero resistance to encircle one of these bluenette's thighs with her own, wedging that entitled girl's leg under her groin. And proceeding to fill her abs with more kisses.

It was a discreet way of keeping Phoebe from falling, and a very direct way of telling her that she would do as she pleased with her millionaire body. Unless Phoebe would rather fall!

One by one, she rubbed her soft lips across her opponent's delicately flat and smooth belly. Searching for that place she mustn't touch. Her other hand, on the other hand, ran up Phoebe's other thigh, pinching the tendon of her groin.

"Is it down here what you don't want me to touch?" Hellen joked.

This rich brat's crotch was so poorly concealed by the fabric, it was impossible not to notice it, drawn tenderly through the leotard, and somewhat revealed by the body contortion she's in.

"Hm... I wondered" Her hand came up further. The other just kneaded that cute little tit of Hart's. "Will it be here what you don't want me to touch?" Hellen asked, reaching for Phoebe's womanhood.

Cheekily, her fingers swayed, brushing the tips of her fingertips against the fabric, weighing up what she was about to do to her opponent's dignity. The older Cyan's hand covered that pussy with her fingers, joining it as if it were part of the leotard, giving that vulnerable part a light squeeze.

"Is it there?" She gave a other squeeze on the bottom and top of Hart body. "Is it really there?" She gave another, this time twisting her hand to open the flower. "Or is it...further in!" Her hand loosened and she squeezed with full length of her phalanges again, sinking part of her fingers into Phoebe's bridge.

The fabric would be dragged. Her hand continued to amuse itself with the boundaries to be broken.

A mischief-filled laughter escaped Hellen before excusing herself and continuing to rub against the poor thing.

"Wahahaha! I can't obey if you don't tell me straight, hun!"

nsfw

[Kookio]

Phoebe was left helpless to her opponent's desires, too afraid to move while her opponent continued to pleasure her body, the waves of pleasure visually effecting the rich brat as her opponent's fingers dug into her squishy flesh of her abdomin and her breast by twitching and spasming each time. Phoebe hated it yet the pleasure was gradually overtaking her. Things would get worse when Hellen's fingers of her free hand found their way to her crotch!

"Mmh! Haahh..."

Phoebe finally started to let out whimpers and cries of pleasure, her core starting to grow hot as Hellen can stsrt seeing the results of her efforts. Phoebe's whimpers were a higher pitch and almost innocent sounding which were contradictory to how the rich brat acted normally.

She wasn't even paying attention to where April was. The best she could see is the audience watching her body get defiled like it was being.

[Hagen-Autem]

Hellen's fingers rubbed over Phoebe's womanhood, following the sound of her moans. The older Cyan was hitting the highest notes of rich brat with penetrations capable of lifting Phoebe's hips every time a moan from the bluenette rose to be a scream. And it was so much fun for Hellen, she didn't mind laughing wickedly as she pushed Phoebe to her limits.

Hellen squeezed the poor opponent's thigh hard between her own, occasionally rubbing her groin over Hart's knee each time, but only when pushed her hand inside Phoebe. So rough Hart showed herself to be nothing more than a girl in distress - and Hellen couldn't have been more pleased to be the one to bring her to her climax!

"*Cof cof*" someone touted from the poor rich brat's side. Hellen woke up and looked in that direction. The one who interrupted her was April, standing on the edge of the apron, at the side of Phoebe's head. "Is it my turn?" She asked in that nonchalant tone.

The younger Cyan gave Phoebe's cheekbone a couple of amused taps, using her thigh.

Hellen grumbled, puffing out her cheeks, before replying.

"She still hasn't gotten to what I want with her." Her elbow drew back a little, and then she lashed out with a levering to power a squeeze to her opponent's sex, to see if she'd get another sound of pleasure.

"But you've already punished her so much..."

"But I'm not done yet."

"Hellen..." April gave her those little kitten eyes.

"Hmp! It's not fair to use that kitty face!"

They argued some more, but in the end, Hellen went along with it. She had to share, and well, Phoebe already got plenty from her. It's not as if her sister could raise this pinnacle to a higher point. That being the case, Hellen let go of the American girl, leaving her still lying face up on the middle rope, legs bent until she was hooked on the bottom rope. One move away from falling from there, either into the ring, or into ringside!

"Allright" Hellen folded her arms. with a smirk. "What are you going to do?" She grumbled, inwardly daring her to do better.

Without erasing her seriousness, April lifted one leg, long and graceful, and dropped it across Phoebe's head, trapping her neck between her legs! Then, she settled herself on her tiptoes to highlight her thighs and lift her own bottom, wrapped in that thin dark fabric, as her black stockings squeezing the rich brat's face. Later, younger Cyan arched forward, laying her soft abdomen over Phoebe's bust, and her own bust over the rich brat's nice abs, joining her in a 69 position on the middle rope!

Hellen opened her mouth from the start, insulted by her sister's boldness! April continued, wrapping each arm around Phoebe's thighs.

"And if I end it?" April said, slyly. Then she gave Hart's lower lips a slow, hard, delicate lick! Expecting some complaint from her big sister. Since Hellen couldn't say anything to her, since it was her turn, April just smiled and moved on.

She spread Phoebe's soft thighs wider. "As well, no hard feelings, brat, okey?" And savoured her with another lick, this time, pressing the tip of her muscle inward to taste from the source. Not about to stop, she continued to move her head from bottom to top, emulating all feline licks, as she rested her full weight on the body of a tight-rope trapped Phoebe. Getting very comfortable with the sweet taste.

Technically, if they fell, Phoebe would still get the worst of it, so, worth the risk.