Moona Hoshinova vs Ishtar - Heel v Heel

[EgoEnjoyer]

Moona gagged, reaching out desperately for air as the sadistic goddess lifted her in the air. She hung in her grasp helplessly, her mind hazy from the combination of pain and pleasure as well as from lack of oxygen.

She continued throwing her elbows back, each strike weaker than the last. What was happening? How was she being overpowered so easily? Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt herself fading. But she had one saving grace. If this was a normal match she would have lost by now, but it wasn't. Ishtar couldn't win until Moona came. Making Moona submit here was simply to humiliate her.

Moona raised her hand and tapped out pathetically against Ishtar's arm, signaling her submission. But as soon as Ishtar would release her she would scramble outside the ring in an attempt to recover.

[MR. Q]

With Moona's body limp and helpless, Ishtar hoisted her over her shoulder in a humiliating display of dominance. Moona's neck arched uncomfortably as Ishtar's arm dug into her throat, while her legs dangled uselessly. This position ensured Moona's vulnerability, showcasing her submission and crushing her pride further.

Ishtar began walking slowly around the ring, drawing attention to her conquest, savoring the sight of Moona at her mercy.

The crowd watched in awe, some cringing at Moona's predicament, others reveling in the spectacle of Ishtar's ruthless mastery. Ishtar relished their gaze, proud of her display of dominance and eager to extract every last drop of humiliation from Moona before finally allowing her release. Her red eyes gleamed with sadistic delight, fully intent on making Moona regret ever challenging her supremacy.

[EgoEnjoyer]

Moona kept tapping frantically against the goddess' arm. Why wasn't she letting go? How much longer would Moona have to endure this before she would even have a chance to fight back? Would she even be able to stay conscious that long? All these questions raced through her head as she continued to tap.

Through her coughing and sputtering, Moona was able to squeak out a few desperate words, loud enough that only Ishtar could hear. "Pl...ease...s...top..." She couldn't believe she had been reduced to this, begging for mercy while being brutally toyed with in the center of the ring.

[MR. Q]

Ishtar paused her circle of victory around Moona, leaning in to taunt her pitiful form pinned over her shoulder. "Oh, begging already? How cute," she sneered, voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you haven't even earned the right to stop yet, doll."

Ishtar gave Moona's dangling legs a rough squeeze, eliciting a whimper from the helpless wrestler. "Your pathetic tapping isn't submission enough for me. Only when you climax under my control will you truly concede defeat."

With Moona's throat constricted and body immobilized, Ishtar started walking again, her strides confident and calculated. Moona's struggles grew weaker, her consciousness slipping further due to oxygen deprivation. Ishtar reveled in the sight, amused by Moona's desperation yet determined to push her limits beyond tolerance.

"We're far from done here," Ishtar assured Moona ominously, the promise of further torment hanging heavy in the air. "Prepare to face the full extent of my wrath until you finally surrender everything you have."

The cruel gleam in Ishtar's crimson eyes told Moona that her suffering was only just beginning, and the goddess had no intention of relenting anytime soon.

Without warning, Ishtar slammed Moona down harshly onto her knee in a brutal backbreaker.

[EgoEnjoyer]

Moona felt Ishtar's grip loosening, gasping for air as she was finally free from the brutal hold, only to have that air stolen from her again as she was slammed down on the goddess' knee.

She screamed in agony as she made contact, the pain spreading through her back as she bounced off Ishtar's knee flopped face first onto the mat. Finally free from the evil woman's clutches she rolled away, groaning as she fell to the hard floor outside the ring.

She stared up at the lights, her body aching as she clutched at the ring apron and used every ounce of strength in her near broken body to sit up as she tried to recover and get back to her feet.

[MR. Q]

Standing tall outside the ring ropes, Ishtar glared down at Moona's prostrate form, her smug grin widening at the sight of her opponent's misery.

"Well, well, if it isn't the broken doll finally crawling away," Ishtar taunted, her mocking tone dripping with disdain. "Looks like a trip outside the ring only made you weaker, sweetie."

She stood, using one foot to kick Moona's thigh and send her sprawling to the ground once more. "And now that I've broken your spirit a bit, let's finish what we started in there."

With a satisfied chuckle, Ishtar straddled Moona's prone form, reaching down to grasp both her wrists. In a swift, merciless motion, Ishtar crossed Moona's arms behind her neck, forcing the struggling wrestler's hands into a constricting hold around her own throat.

Ishtar then sank her weight down onto Moona's back, pinning Moona's arms tightly to her neck. Her thighs encircled Moona's sides, locking Moona's hips firmly in place. With Moona helpless beneath her, Ishtar reveled in her dominance, stretching Moona's arms back brutally as she applied more pressure to Moona's vulnerable throat.

The crowd gasped at the intensity of Ishtar's attack, witnessing firsthand Moona's agonized struggles to break free from Ishtar's unyielding grasp. Ishtar remained impassive, her crimson eyes blazing with a sadistic gleam as she crushed Moona beneath her, determined to subdue every last vestige of resistance until Moona submitted entirely to her cruel whim.

[EgoEnjoyer]

Moona tried to back away as Ishtar approached but her body gave out and she fell in front of her. She was helpless as the cruel dominatrix trapped her in yet another deadly hold.

"GAAAAAHH!!" Moona howled in pain, feeling as though her body was about to break. Her screams died out as she quickly ran out of air, turning into soft whimpers as she was squeezed tight in Ishtar's grasp.

Moona wanted to beat the shit out of this bitch, but there wasn't a thing she could do! She just had to endure the torture until an opening presented itself... if one ever did.

[MR. Q]

Grinning wickedly at Moona's pitiful whimpers, Ishtar applied even greater pressure, crushing Moona's windpipe mercilessly. The goddess' fingers dug into Moona's wrists relentlessly, ensuring her victim could not escape or retaliate.

"You should have stayed with playing with jobbers," Ishtar purred coldly, her hot breath tickling Moona's ear as she leaned in. "Now you'll just have to suffer through this humiliation until I decide otherwise."

Ishtar twisted Moona's arms further back, wrenching agonized moans from her captive. Her powerful thighs pinned Moona mercilessly against the mat, trapping Moona helplessly beneath Ishtar's oppressive weight.

The cruel show continued, Ishtar reveling in every moment of dominance as she slowly drained the life from Moona beneath her merciless control.

[EgoEnjoyer]

Moona opened her mouth wide, letting out silent, breathless screams as the goddess played with her like a toy. Moona had never felt so humiliated in her career, no, in her life! But she didn't have time to think about that. All she could think about was how much pain she was in, and how badly she wanted it to stop.

Her legs flailed helplessly, kicking at the ground out of desperation as she felt herself fading. Her cries became less frequent. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her legs flails turned into small twitches. And she was powerless to do anything as she began to lose consciousness.

[MR. Q]

"That's it, struggle for me," Ishtar hissed in Moona's ear, relishing every weakening twitch of her captive form beneath the Goddess. But before Moona could succumb fully to unconsciousness, Ishtar roughly released her hold.

Moona crashed forward onto the mat as Ishtar think over her next move. "I'm afraid you're not quite ready for slumber yet, pet," she mocked cruelly. "We have so many more games left to play before you can rest."

With Moona limp beneath her after being tortured in her last move, Ishtar seized this perfect opportunity to take control and cement her victory in crushing agony.

Without missing a beat, the goddess positioned herself between Moona's prone legs. One foot came down just above Moona's knees, followed by the other. As Moona's legs were bent upwards, Ishtar hooked her own foot behind each knee, securing Moona into a precarious position.

Gripping both of Moona's wrists tightly, Ishtar began leaning backwards and compressing Moona's shoulder blades brutally. In the blink of an eye, Ishtar had lifted Moona completely off the ground, holding her aloft effortlessly in a devastating Romero Special!