Typical of men

[APlaying]

Clarissa tried to knock Blake down with a good kick, but it was too predictable for the redhead guy, who simply stepped aside, causing the Brazilian to miss. Clarissa ended up falling face-first onto the canvas with a thud, her buttocks and thighs jiggling like jelly as she tried to get to her knees quickly, which she couldn't do because Blake pushed her down with his heel on her side. “Aagh!” The Brazilian fell backwards onto the canvas and hugged her midsection, glaring at Blake with some anger.

The Brazilian was quickly grabbed by the waist and forced to stand bent over, so that in a matter of seconds her world was turned upside down. “BWEEEEWH!” Blake threw her headfirst onto the canvas with a kind of powerbomb that left Clarissa's body in a compromising position. Her eyes bulged as her arms spread out to the sides and her knees fell onto her armpits, giving a good view of her plump pussy behind her reddish outfit.

The Brazilian's eyes were about to roll back, but despite the hard impact, she quickly regained consciousness, moving her legs gently up and down. Her chin was tucked into her large cleavage, so she couldn't see where Blake was.

At least not until Blake decided it was a good time to push her away, causing Clarissa's body to slowly fall to one side. The Brazilian's big breasts rose and fell slowly as she gasped for breath, but her punishment was not over.

Blake approached her and grabbed her by the wrist to force her to get up again, quickly whipping her against the ropes. Clarissa closed her eyes tightly, unable to stop her momentum, the ropes propelling her back towards Blake. “Eep...!” The redhead guy quickly put his hands on her waist and threw her into the air. Clarissa's eyes widened before her face hit the canvas.

There was no bounce; the Brazilian's body sank face down and lay on the canvas with her hands above her head.

[Weonna]

Blake planted his boots beside Clarissa’s downed form, his confidence radiating. Reaching down, he hooked both of her legs and smoothly flipped her onto her stomach, trapping them under his arms. With a grunt, he leaned back hard, locking her into a Boston Crab. The strain bent Clarissa’s body painfully as Blake arched his back further.

“C’mon, Bombshell! Don’t quit on me now!”

he taunted, voice half‑laugh...

Blake would take some time to just hear Clarissa cry out in pain as it sounded like music to his ears.

Boston Crab

After holding the pressure for several seconds, he shifted his stance, releasing one leg to transition into a single‑leg Boston Crab, twisting his hips to wrench her spine even more. Blake’s grin widened as he looked over his shoulder, enjoying the sound of the crowd‑less ring echoing with Clarissa’s defiant struggles.

Single Leg Boston Crab

To add more humiliation, Blake would move his free hand and guide it along Clarissa’s vulnerable covered womanhood...rubbing his hands along it to dampen that area...

[APlaying]

The fall had left Clarissa lying on the ground, moaning. Blake had handled her as if it were nothing, like a mere novice in comparison. Her mouth was open, her lips trembling, and her tongue hanging out as she gasped desperately for air.

Until, Clarissa's eyes widened in agony as Blake's grip intensified, contorting the Brazilian girl in such a way that it looked like he was going to break her in two. “Aaahhh...!” she screamed, her voice hoarse with pain. Her face contorted into a grimace, her teeth clenched in a desperate attempt to hold back the tears. Blake's words only added fuel to the fire, his taunts oozing sadistic pleasure.

Clarissa's body shook and twisted, her legs kicking violently as she tried to free herself from the grip. It wasn't long before Blake changed his grip to one leg, which only made the situation worse, with Clarissa shaking in agony and contractions.

And just when she thought she couldn't sink any lower, Blake started stimulating her crotch to make the experience even more humiliating. "Geughhh!!- AAAAh! I GIVE UUUUUUP!"

[Weonna]

Blake finally released Clarissa’s leg, letting her slump forward onto her elbows, gasping for air. But he wasn’t finished showing who ran this ring. Moving fast, he slipped behind her and caught both her arms under his, locking his hands behind her neck.

Blake tightened his grip, pulling Clarissa into a full nelson with a smirk on his face. The position forced her to arch her back painfully, and Blake reveled in the power he held over her. He leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear, and taunted,

"Not so tough now, are you? You thought you could handle me? You're just a little girl playing with the big boys."

As he held her, Blake shifted his weight, using his body to press her down harder into the ground. The bulge in his trunks rubbed against Clarissa's butt cheeks, adding a layer of humiliation to her agony. Blake chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth, as he enjoyed the feeling of control and dominance.

He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her, and he wasn't about to let up anytime soon.

"You're going to learn what it means to be at my mercy,"

he growled...

The full nelson allowed him to exert his strength fully, and he took advantage of it, shifting and adjusting his grip to intensify her pain. Blake's smirk never faded as he savored every moment of her suffering, knowing that he was the one in control.

[APlaying]

Clarissa screamed in agony. Blake stimulating her groin was the last straw, and the Brazilian girl couldn't take it anymore, shouting her submission, her cheeks flushed with shame. But Blake released her, letting her leg fall to the mat, making her curves jiggle like jelly. "Aa-aaaahg!" Clarissa's screams sounded pleasing to anyone who could hear them at that moment, like a puppy's. But Blake wasn't finished with her yet, grabbing both her arms.

Clarissa's face contorted in a mixture of pain and humiliation as Blake's grip tightened. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she gritted her teeth against the pressure on her neck. She tried to struggle, but it was useless; her body was trapped in the full Nelson hold. Her back arched, her large chest the only thing preventing her cheek from being crushed against the canvas, and her legs trembled as she writhed. "...I-I'm not one, little girl!" she screamed, her voice muffled by the pressure on her neck.

But the worst part was when she began to feel a warm bulge between her buttocks, which made Clarissa tense up. "Please! Let me go!"

[Weonna]

Blake chuckled darkly, her desperate struggles only fueling his sadistic pleasure. He pressed his hips forward, grinding the hard bulge in his trunks firmly against her tensed buttocks, making sure she felt every inch of his arousal.

"Let you go?"

he growled into her ear,

"Why would I do that when you're putting on such a good show?"


He kept one arm locked securely under her chin, maintaining the full nelson's crushing pressure on her neck. With his free hand, he reached around and roughly grabbed a handful of her large, soft tit, his fingers sinking into the flesh. He squeezed hard, relishing the way she gasped and tried to squirm away from the violating grip.

"Not a little girl, huh?"

he taunted.

"These feel pretty soft to me."

He gave the other breast the same rough treatment, mauling it in his palm. Then in one swift movement both his hands would squeeze tightly on both tits as he then bent his knees slightly. In one fluid, powerful motion, he exploded upwards, using his strength to lift her clear off the mat. He threw his weight backward, driving her down into the canvas, attempting a boob-plex!

Spoiler

[APlaying]

"Stop! Someone might see us!" Clarissa exclaimed, utterly ashamed as she felt the bulge against her buttocks. More than excitement, she was overcome with humiliation. Clarissa shuddered with pain and disgust, her eyes filling with tears. Her body reacted involuntarily to the rough contact, but her pride refused to show weakness. "I'm not a toy for you to treat me like this!"

She tried to turn her head to look at Blake, her breath ragged and desperate. But when Blake placed his hands on her large breasts, Clarissa let out a sharp moan. "NOOOOOO!!!" The Brazilian woman thrashed violently, trying to throw this vile creature off her. But instead, Clarissa was quickly thrown to the ground, held by her enormous breasts.

The Brazilian woman's body hit the mat hard, and she lost consciousness almost immediately. Her body went limp and she collapsed on the canvas, her body inert, while her curves trembled pleasantly for a few seconds before stopping.

[Weonna]

Blake stood over her, a predator admiring his fallen prey. He took a moment to let his eyes roam over her limp form, the gentle rise and fall of her chest the only sign of life. Her curves, which had been a source of her defiant pride moments before, now lay inert and vulnerable on the canvas. A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face. He wasn't done with her yet.

Reaching down, he grabbed her shoulder and hip, effortlessly flipping her unconscious body over so she was face-down on the mat. Her arms sprawled out limply beside her. Blake straddled her, but instead of sitting his weight on her back, he lowered himself into a kneeling position, carefully placing his crotch directly against the soft swell of her buttocks. He pressed forward, grinding himself against her, ensuring she would feel his presence the moment she woke.

Leaning over her, he slid his hands under her chin and cupped it firmly. He pulled back, arching her neck and upper body off the mat in a modified camel clutch!

The pressure was immediate, designed more to discomfort and assert dominance than to cause true pain. He leaned in close, his lips next to her ear.

"Wake up, princess,"

he murmured, his voice a low, possessive growl. He increased the pressure on her chin, simultaneously rocking his hips against her.

"Come on. I want to see those pretty eyes when you answer me. Do you want to continue? Or are you ready to surrender to me... completely?"

[APlaying]

Blake continued manipulating Clarissa's limp, helpless form, turning the Brazilian face down before sitting on top of her to apply a camel clutch. A whisper began to wander through Clarissa's mind as she slowly awoke, something that, once fully awake, felt like being immersed in a nightmare.

She tried to shake her head, but Blake's grip on her chin held her firmly. Her body tensed, and she unconsciously clenched her fists, but without the strength to resist. "Huh... Y-you win, please... Let me go." Blake's hips continued to rock against her, the friction sending a shiver down her spine.

She felt a wave of shame wash over her; her body responded to the intimate contact despite her protests.

[Weonna]

Blake's grin widened as he heard her broken, pathetic surrender. He kept the camel clutch locked tight for a few more agonizing seconds, savoring the feel of her trembling body against his and the way her voice cracked with defeat.

"That's what I wanted to hear,"

he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. He gave one final, deliberate grind of his hips against her before finally releasing her chin.

Her body collapsed limply onto the mat, but Blake wasn't nearly finished. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her up to her feet, her legs barely able to support her. He spun her around to face away from him, then ducked down, hooking one arm between her legs and the other across her chest. With a powerful heave, he lifted her effortlessly, draping her across his broad shoulders in a torture rack!

Blake then bounced her slightly on his shoulders, increasing the agonizing stretch.

"You thought saying 'I give up' meant I was done?"

he taunted, looking up at her contorted face.

"We're just getting to the fun part."

As he held her bent over his shoulders, his free hand, the one that wasn't securing her across his chest, slid down her torso. His fingers moved with cruel purpose, tracing the curve of her hip before pressing directly against the fabric of her bottoms, right over her womanhood. He began to rub in slow, deliberate circles, a violation that was both intimate and excruciating. The combination of the spine-bending pain and the humiliating stimulation was a new kind of torment, designed to break her completely.

"Tell me again, Clarissa,"

he commanded, his voice a low rumble as his fingers worked their magic of misery.

"Who do you belong to?"