Misery vs Liliel (Last Woman Standing Sexfight)

[TheManVan]

Pain shot through Ksenia's body, particularly through her legs and hips from the double axe handle from her opponent. It was a brutal move, it was a ruthless move, and although Ksenia was left in a heap she couldn't help but respect such a vile move. Had she been in the same position, she would've taken the same opportunity without a second thought so there was no reason she could resent Liliel for her choice in the grand scheme.

She need more than a moment to recover, her movement sluggish and slow with her lower half seized up in pain. But there was little time for her to recover as Liliel took advantage of her state, taking both of Ksenia's legs and sitting down on her breasts! Her large orbs squished underneath the round ass of her opponent and they were pushed aside as Liliel sunk more of her weight up her body and planted it right on her face! "Mmmmmmmphhhhh!" she moaned out into the cheeks as she was folded up into a tight pin!

Twisting and turning in Liliel's grasp in a trapped state, Ksenia refused to be locked in this without a fight as she kicked her legs to try and free herself. Breaking out of her opponent's grasp wasn't a feasible option but she still had an idea, curling inwards to shove her groin towards Liliel to try and roll the pair backwards and get out from underneath her!

[Hagen-Autem]

Liliel's naughty giggle was what happened next before what she was about to do to that femininity in front of her eager mouth. A pussy barely protected by the fabric inside that skirt was a delight for the exquisite surprise that her lips were going to give Misery to prove how much willpower she would have when a good cunnilingus would start!

It would be a slow and very delicious kiss, more for Liliel than for Misery. She could almost taste the sweetness of it, just thinking about it, how Ksenia would moan as soon as the distance between North's lips and Ivanova's pussy was about to become non-existent.

All the ideas and cravings that would come after the first kitty lick were coming on strong inside that sinful little head as she approached Misery's open sex - a real humiliation for someone with the pride of the Russian woman! However, Misery's hips lunged towards her face, gagging her!

"Mhh!" Babbling was all the Tan Briton could manage as her hands went to the Russian's cheeks!

It was not the kiss she wanted to give and for some reason, she felt absorbed by the other woman's response. Literally!

The predator's hips kept shoving Liliel's face back, enough to knock Liliel onto the canvas and leave Misery on top of her. Reversing the positions they were in a moment ago.

"Nh! Mmhh!" No wait! she wanted to say. Right now all she could do was kick and jerk as she had the fierce woman's ass covering her face.

[TheManVan]

Shoving up and into Liliel, pushing past her wounded body's groin to literally turn the tables around on Liliel as she flopped onto of her opponent. Using her weight, Ksenia took a deep breath that was no longer restricted by her opponent's weight upon her. She sucked in air once, feeling the hot sensation of Liliel's face and chin buried beneath her as it sent ripples of sexual tingles through her body, but her groin was still stinging in pain with a painful reminder of what Liliel had given to her and by no means she had forgotten about it. Her lips pursed before turning into a growl, feeling Liliel's protest disappearing into her ass cheeks she saw in front of her the prime chance at retaliation.

Shoving down with her groin and further burying Liliel's senses into her lower half as she pushed up, arching her back while pressing down on Liliel's thighs to spread them wide open.

There would be no question to what was coming, Ksenia clasping her fists together and raising them high above her head and driving them down with the force of a sledgehammer to bash into the unprotected pussy lips of Liliel with a double ax handle of her own!

[Hagen-Autem]

Liliel's legs kicked restlessly. One of her eyes closed as Ksenia capitalised on her turn. Liliel's murmurs were mere instinct as the Russian's crotch and butt pressed against her mouth and nose, gagging her shamefully while her own hips were lifted and her legs spread for her opponent.

Now she was the prey, again. And she couldn't help but imagine what an imperialist woman like Ksenia would do to a woman as tough as herself.

Liliel swallowed hard. The idea was seductive, but no gentler than fighting with her girlfriend, Gabriel. This silver-haired Russian had proven herself to be that kind of femme fatale: one who found the idea of mixing lust with sadism fascinating, and that gave her chills as strong as they were electrifying.
Her hands tried to lift her opponent's ass to try to breathe and roll over to change position, but she was too slow.

All her fantasies exploded in her face.

"GUUUEHH!!" Liliel's eyes rolled under Ksenia's bum. Ksenia's hands crashed onto her exposed pussy like a double axe handle!

Her body trembled under her attacker's grip, unable to close her legs or calm the pain. The tanned girl's thighs went limp in a spasm of pain and excitement, more pain; the audience murmured at the sound of the impact and the jolt of hips and the bounce of Lily's back — her back had momentarily contracted at that display of cruelty. That's how hard that low blow was. And that's how badly it left a sensitive, loving girl like Liliel North to take more.

The British girl scratched Ksenia's skirt with her nails in an attempt to weather the pain, clutching her tightly as another muffled murmur escaped her into Misery. But she couldn't do anything else; Misery was too heavy for her now.

She felt so limp and drained of strength from the impact that her eyes filled with tears as her body went numb, reduced to an exposed and vulnerable puppy for her predator.

[TheManVan]

Smashing her interlaced hands down onto Liliel's groin, Ksenia delivered her vengeance with a heavy handed retaliation. Hearing Liliel scream out into her butt cheeks as she was soon left trembling on the mat, Ksenia bought herself time to recuperate herself, slipping off of Liliel's face and on the mat with her breath running heavy. She wiped the sweat from her brow as her body was aching in pain with her own groin feeling the brunt of it, with one hand shooting down between her legs to try and placate it.

"Nnnnngh..."

Groaning, a brief respite ensued between the two women, their bodies already waning underneath the violent pressure from each other and with both of them off of their feet. But there was more to this battle than just physical violence.

There was another portion that was the real goal of their match as Ksenia had enough time to herself to recover, her eyes soon turning onto Liliel's prone figure as she reached out, grabbing herhair to pull her up!

"Oh, don't quit now...we still didn't get to the fun part." she hissed out, her other hand would shoot right down to Liliel's bottoms, trying to slip underneath and go right for her hidden garden with a firm hold of her pussy!

[Hagen-Autem]

That blow to the groin left Liliel very much stunned, at the mercy of whatever the Russian woman wanted to do to her. Although, Misery slid out from the tanned woman's face and allowed her legs to slip out of their arms.

Slowly and fluidly, the Brit body collapsed face up on the canvas. Her chest rose and fell languidly while she needed ice, and perhaps a minute to feel able to get up. North ended up sprawled with her arms outstretched and her legs barely having the strength to flex protectively, bending her knees inwards to cover her battered groin.

With difficulty, she rolled onto her side and brought one hand between her thighs while wrapping her face with her other arm. Her pearly skin glistened in the floodlights, while the din of the crowd contorted senselessly in her ears. She swallowed hard. She hadn't felt so disconnected, vulnerable, and eager for a support since the first time she took an uppercut. Misery really knows how to get even, Liliel will remember that next time.

With a deep breath, North finished rolling over onto her chest, regaining some of her senses and composure, and looked towards the ropes like a turtle to the sea. She focused on one step at a time, lifting her abdomen off the canvas, getting on her hands and knees as the crowd cheered her on to return to her role in this match. She needed the ropes for support, but she had to reach them first, so she confidently reached out her hand to grab them, but something grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

"HAGH!"

The crowd was shouting something, but Lily couldn't understand them. She just let out this cry, something like a moan, as she closed her eyes from the pull, leaning her whole body back like a puppy. Then came the worst part—Misery's voice. As soon as she recognised it, she knew she wasn't going to like what was coming, not after that unfortunate double axe handle in her groin.

The tanned girl tried to find Misery's hand and remove it from her hair as with the other, she tried to grab the ropes.

"No, no, no, wai- KYAAAAAOOUUUHHH!"

And cruel attack came, making her open her eyes wide at the same time as she let out a huge scream at the erotic sensation. Misery was a shameless, full-fledged dominatrix—her hand slid between Liliel's buttocks without difficulty, quick, direct, and without regard for what Liliel might do to express her No more forcefully, while her rude touch sent Lily into shock. The brunette's expression and scream transformed as she felt the grip on her crotch. The firmness and demand in that claw made her hips rise, tensing at the same time, while her eyes rolled back in her head, and her lips stretched outwards. Immobilised for a few embarrassing and humiliating seconds.

Where was that determination when Liliel's masochistic side was preparing for an erotic manoeuvre? Now it was not only pleasurable, but also humiliating.

Liliel bit her lips, then would fall onto her elbows, and terrified, tried to crawl towards the ropes to reach them with a trembling hand. "W-wait, you-you're going too fa-aahHAH-st... You didn't warn-hYaH," But they were so far away... "*Panic sigh*"

Spoiler

Needless to say, part of her wished her nylon shorts were made of denim or some other thicker material.

[TheManVan]

Squeezing on the groin, Ksenia's talons dug deep into the barely there fabric to tear at the sensitive lower lips as she wrenched upwards again to crank up on the pussy hold. The smile on her face widened hearing the cries of Liliel echo out that only spurred her on in torturing the pussy! She would lean forward, resting her magnificent set of breasts on Liliel's back to whisper into her ear. "Oh? Now why would I do that? Were you thinking that this was going to be a soft loving session? After what you did, there's no chance of that."

She punctuated her words with another harsh wrench of her fingers, pulling up and driving all of her hand into the groin for another vicious crank on her pussy claw as she pulled Liliel closer. Her other arm wrapped around to grab right on her tit, equally as roughly to pull Liliel off of the ropes and towards the center of the ring, dragging her with her two leverage points!

Sinking her weight and digging into Liliel's assets, Ksenia would haul her up and over to try and suplex up and over into the ring for another hard hitting move!

[Hagen-Autem]

Liliel writhed, puffing out her cheeks as her hips bristled, tense against the possessive twists and squeezes of Misery's claw. Liliel's eyes grew bright as moans and gasps escaped her mouth while her body grew more and more submissive, arching to the grip of the most dominant woman she had known since joining L.A.W.

The tips of her toes bounced off the mat as Misery's hand dug deeper between her thighs.

"GuUuOoUugh... N-no...!"

She tried to deny herself this pleasure, but Misery, as fierce and powerful as she looked, was finally indulging the kink the tanned woman had longed for when she accepted this match, and after so many twists and turns, it was difficult to enjoy this treat when they finally gave it to her. and the feeling of being subjugated grew stronger, flushing her when her rival was emphasising how hard this was going to be for her after all, because Lily had thrown a low blow that Ksenia apparently couldn't forget, even though it was mutual. Or so Liliel thought at first.

And she, obediently, would play along.

"I didn't mean to, Im sorr-guuueck!!"

But the rough massage had her wrapped in a difficult fog. Her hips trembled, her thighs too, wanting to close, surrendering to the grip so that this fierce woman could do whatever she wanted with her. Even though she knew she shouldn't be so submissive.

North loved the pleasurable sensation of her opponent's breasts pressing against her back, and she allowed one of the Russian woman's hands to slide down to one of her breasts and knead it as a reward. She gasped when the white-haired woman forced her to get up awkwardly, her claw still squeezing and pulling at her crotch to force her to rise, while her other hand squeezed the Compass's breast. Liliel seemed drunk, and there was nothing she could do to resist—she was already standing, bent forward, her arms hanging down towards the canvas, still gripped by two important and vulnerable points on her body, ready for Misery to do whatever she wanted, who mercilessly arched backwards, throwing Liliel's body behind her for a suplex!

"Huegh! Hyuuuuu-Gck!"

The canvas shook with the impact of the British woman's back against it, and if Misery released her, the woman would bounce freely across the canvas, rolling until she lay face down on the canvas, dazed, with one hand on her groin and drooling from the thrilling sensation. She would tremble a little, eager for more, and ashamed of herself for being that way.

[TheManVan]

Throwing her opponent up and over by her tit and pussy, Ksenia fell back onto the mat and released Liliel to send her tumbling across the ring. Womanhandling her opponent always felt great for the Russian as she sat up, looking over her shoulder to look at Liliel laying on the mat in a heap as she soon rose to her feet. "Look at you. One hold on your pussy and you're already like this. Perhaps you like being made into a woman every single night." Ksenia cooed as she sauntered over to her opponent, a smile already curling on her lips.

Approaching Liliel from behind and seeing how she had found success already going for Liliel's groin, she saw no reason to stop as she brought her foot forward and shoved her toes against her lower lips! "Come on, these people are expecting a show. Why don't you give them something to be excited about?" she sneered as she pressed her toes even harder against Liliel's groin, rolling and rubbing her digits against the lower folds to enact a new way to pleasure her opponent!

[Hagen-Autem]

Liliel trembled more from embarrassment than from the dark pleasure that numbed her. Her lips exhaled her breath against the canvas every time her chest contracted; one of her hands still crossed between her legs, calming the hot, exciting sensation between her thighs. She missed her top, but Misery, from what she saw of her, liked to go too fast and with power. And she liked that.

As the Russian woman berated her with words, the tanned woman closed her eyes, knowing that Ksenia was right; her rival's derogatory words only made her swallow hard, ashamed; she had no words to throw back at her because she agreed with this evil Russian woman. And she liked that attitude.

Liliel rolled onto her back on the canvas; it was difficult; she even gasped as she rolled, letting gravity help her; one of her arms crossed her chest, the other stretched out on the canvas, open, her chest rising and falling heavily; her knees bent upwards and open, thumping her legs on the canvas.

Compass North felt so numb from Misery's touch that she didn't know what else to do to match it. It wasn't even special, just possessive and mean to her. And she wanted to feel that again. She wanted to feel that longing to hit her; she wanted to hate her.

She assumed Misery would go for her hair or perhaps another part of her upper body. It was what she herself would do to take advantage of a dazed opponent's condition.

"UUUUGH!"

Ksenia's foot would land between North's shorts, crushing the midpoint of her pelvis. The Brit's legs would jump, her eyes would open wide, and her own back would arch upwards, bouncing off the canvas from the stomp. Her knees would cross inwards after the pain that made her moan hoarsely, and Misery's foot continued on her pussy.

"GAcK, NOuuh, wait." Her arms trembled, and drops of saliva sprayed from her mouth as the pain from the crushing pressure on her crotch brought her back to reality—Misery is not like her. "AAHH!...OUGH!...HAH!... HAAAAH! HM~!"

Misery's fingers began to play with her then, while the tanned body lay spread open on the canvas. Her knees rubbed against her attacker's leg, the latter's toes began to twist on the fabric, massaging the brunette's womanhood, igniting that shameful pleasure as the fabric became damp, sweat made her skin glisten, and her cheeks flushed. Her body arched upwards, trembling, gasping, begging as she scratched the canvas with her nails, suffering doubly for what she believed Misery was preparing for her. Her legs could only lift, trying to clamp down on her rival's leg, perhaps immobilising her or complicating things for her.

"You...are...a...hah~....ngh! Nouuugh!"

But she really wanted more. She grabbed the foot with both hands. Liliel wanted Misery to put effort into this. "Ple-please..." Her eyes began to glaze over, and her body twitched uncontrollably from the kinky pleasure that drove her to challenge this woman...to give her the best she could do.