Chihiro Fujisaki vs Veyle Ombroso: Broken

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Veyle couldn't believe this. This femboy fuck just cuntbusted her! It hurt like absolute hell, but the Italian wasn't out of this yet. Veyle took her hands off her crotch, ready to push herself back up to her feet and quite literally murder Chihiro. But just as her hands braced against the floor, Chihiro punted her in the pussy, sending Veyle tumbling right back down.

"GAH! FUCK YOU!" Veyle screamed as her hands went right back to holding her crotch while she writhed on the floor. Chihiro moved to lift her up by her arm, and the monochrome haired girl would try to jab him in the eyes with the hand on her other arm, but would be thrown towards a corner before she could connect. "WOAH!" Veyle yelled as she stumbled and crashed into the corner post. Leaving her slumped over on her ass for Chihiro to keep attacking.

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Chihiro would start feeling good about himself, a bit more confident, he is getting serval good hits in, and getting a massive head start. That’s very good, but he can’t get too confident yet, or at least, that’s how he feels, he would saw Veyle’s slump down and feeling exposed for Chihiro to keep on opening, so that’s what he did

He would walk over and grab her by the hair before force to stumble up, but he doesn’t plan to hit her yet, no, he would grab her tops and start pulling, threaten to rip off her costume to humiliate her

If successful, he would proceed push her off balance wrap his right arms around her neck, at the same time, to dig his finger into her panties to finger her, after all, he would need to a orgasm from her to win, so would would then hop up, perform a rear naked chokehold by wrap his legs around her body and right arm against her throat while fingering her.

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Veyle was hissing breaths through her teeth as she sat in a heap in the corner. She hooked an arm over the middle rope to start to pull herself up, but was interrupted by Chihiro yanking her up to her feet by her hair. Veyle reeled her other arm back to take a swing at him, but was cut off by Chihiro pulling down the top of her dress. Leaving her nipples exposed to the cold, open air.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Veyle screeched as the arm she was going to punch with instead came across her own chest. But that just gave Chihiro the chance to keep attacking. The end result would the femboy up on Veyle's back; arm around her throat, legs around her waist, and his hand in Veyle's panties, probing her pounding pussy.

"Ah- Ack!" Veyle choked out as she fell backwards on her ass. She knew the right thing would have been to turn around and charge her back into the corner to crush Chihiro. But as had many times happened tonight, Veyle's body couldn't follow her mind. She felt her pussy crying for mercy from Chihiro, as he now pleasured it after striking it twice. Veyle responded by clamping her thighs around Chihiro's hand, trying to immobilize it so it couldn't continue to finger her. Then the Italian would take both of her hands to try to pry Chihiro's other arm away from her throat. If Veyle was able to get enough room to tilt her head down, then she would try to speed that process up by sinking her teeth into Chihiro's bicep.

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Chihiro hissed through clenched teeth as he try to ignore the pain, for a second, panic spread through him, but then he felt the way her body tremble against him, her pussy already at his mercy, so instead of yanking his arms away, he would tighten it while focus on the sound of her pussy being fingered, pushing the thought of his pain away.

He tightened his forearms around her throat, pressing his biceps against her Windpipe, his other hand meanwhile-the one in her panties and fingering her poor pussy-would speed up, curling his fingers upward so he would bring her more pleasure.

“Is that all? he whispered against her ear, his soft voice brush against her ear while his thumb press and rub against her clit “go ahead, try to bite harder, I may even like it” that was a lie, but she doesn’t know that.

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Veyle couldn't comprehend how, but Chihiro was simply imposing his will on her. She tried to clamp her legs shut, and he kept working his hand inside her anyways. She pulled and bit at his choking arm, and he kept it on and even taunted her. It just didn't make sense. Veyle was stronger than Chihiro, better. He shouldn't be able to do this to her.

Even worse, Veyle started to feel her pussy reaching its limit. "No, no, don't you da- ah!" Veyle moaned as she was helpless to stop Chihiro from continuing to finger her. She tried to find anyway to stop it, but just couldn't. And so, she came. "AUUGH!" Veyle moaned as she orgasmed onto Chihiro's hand, giving him the first half of this match's win condition. She had orgasmed, now Chihiro just had to make her submit to win.

The orgasm also sapped a chunk of Veyle's strength to go through, a reserve that was already being drained by the chokehold, and her own failed struggles to escape it. Veyle's resistance against the chokehold weakened completely. Her head tilted back, with her mouth hanging open, tongue stuck out over her lip, and drool running down her chin, as her eyes started fogging and her body went slack in Chihiro's grip. Veyle was quite unconscious yet, but whether Chihiro wanted to push to end the match, take more pleasure for himself, or simply to make Veyle suffer, he would able to do literally whatever he wanted to Veyle's body.