Re: Fantasstic Humiliation (Nicki Nasti vs Adonis Sol)
Posted: Mon May 26, 2025 11:05 pm
Nicki wasn't a master wrestler, but one thing she had going for her was pure grit. Knowing your worth and having the guts to go out and take what you want, never settling for anything but the best...It brings out the worst in people. Haterade is in plentiful supply, and there's a lot of thirsty motherfuckers out there drinking up to get their fuel so they can try to bring a bad bitch down. Incels who couldn't get a woman to touch them even if they paid for it, ugly bitches who are too lazy or too broke to go and get that fixed, wannabe baddies who aren't bad enough to hold onto their dates...
Being the cream of the crop comes with a lot of fighting. Fighting that was done mostly by others in her circles who came to her defense, but Nicki had gotten into her share of scraps too.
But this overgrown bastard...The truth settled in, way back in her mind: She couldn't hold out against this forever, no matter how much rage she's got acting as...whatever those painkillers were that they used in surgeries -- started with an "A". Some big, long word that she never felt the need to learn. The glasses weren't a part of a nerd aesthetic; she's just a hoe that can't see.
Nicki did her damnedest to keep it right the fuck back there. She didn't want him or anyone to see her break. But after five, six, seven more wallops, the redhead had tears starting to well up in her eyes.
But he would finally, finally! Let her go. More like tossed her onto an ass so sore that she cried out when she landed on it. Vocally, mainly, but one of those tears she tried so hard to fight back finally fell down her cheek. Fuck. But she'll take it over even one more smack.
The "relief" wouldn't last for long. Adonis grabbed her as soon as he was back on his feet, and the shortstack would be flung into a corner. Her feet hardly even touched the mat. Actually, she believed that she outright flew over there, crashing hard into the turnbuckle. The impact forced the breath out of her lungs. The sudden loss of oxygen caused her legs to give out from underneath her, and Nicki was only barely able to grab onto the top ropes in time. And even then, she had to hold onto them for dear life.
Not that it would even fucking matter.
A big, brown blob came charging balls out for her ass, faster than it had any right to be moving. Like her suffering was its Haterade. Adonis would get himself a big gulp of it here, flinging his tons of no fun at her...Then darkness. Nicki dropped lifelessly onto her ass...and was jolted awake by her aching everything.
Nicki would do the only thing she could here: Sit there. Useless. Helpless.
Being the cream of the crop comes with a lot of fighting. Fighting that was done mostly by others in her circles who came to her defense, but Nicki had gotten into her share of scraps too.
But this overgrown bastard...The truth settled in, way back in her mind: She couldn't hold out against this forever, no matter how much rage she's got acting as...whatever those painkillers were that they used in surgeries -- started with an "A". Some big, long word that she never felt the need to learn. The glasses weren't a part of a nerd aesthetic; she's just a hoe that can't see.
Nicki did her damnedest to keep it right the fuck back there. She didn't want him or anyone to see her break. But after five, six, seven more wallops, the redhead had tears starting to well up in her eyes.
But he would finally, finally! Let her go. More like tossed her onto an ass so sore that she cried out when she landed on it. Vocally, mainly, but one of those tears she tried so hard to fight back finally fell down her cheek. Fuck. But she'll take it over even one more smack.
The "relief" wouldn't last for long. Adonis grabbed her as soon as he was back on his feet, and the shortstack would be flung into a corner. Her feet hardly even touched the mat. Actually, she believed that she outright flew over there, crashing hard into the turnbuckle. The impact forced the breath out of her lungs. The sudden loss of oxygen caused her legs to give out from underneath her, and Nicki was only barely able to grab onto the top ropes in time. And even then, she had to hold onto them for dear life.
Not that it would even fucking matter.
A big, brown blob came charging balls out for her ass, faster than it had any right to be moving. Like her suffering was its Haterade. Adonis would get himself a big gulp of it here, flinging his tons of no fun at her...Then darkness. Nicki dropped lifelessly onto her ass...and was jolted awake by her aching everything.
Nicki would do the only thing she could here: Sit there. Useless. Helpless.