Beach match: Loser's night stipulation- Yuki vs Satan

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Yuki thought this was bad already but it was only going to get so much worse. She heard Satan commenting on the view that many of the audience had, with Yuki's ass and crotch already nearly exposed, Satan doubled down on how revealing her attire was by reaching down and gripping the slingshot bikini and yanking it violently upwards to the point where the thin blue lycra material wedged deep within her cheeks as well as between her lower lips. It looked as though Yuki was wearing dental floss.

If the wedgie wasn't bad enough, Suddenly, Yuki felt the odd sensation of hot, sticky liquid dropping and blotting over her exposed backside, not just a little, but quite a lot. Her mouth opened as she let out a humiliated, mortified scream between Satan's thighs. She had never been so humiliated in her life, taken advantage of by the crowd, and still, things were going to get so much worse.

Suddenly, the rampant crowd changed to something more shocking and a bit less expected. A group of female fans were drawn in. They spanked Yuki's ass, dry humped her, squeezed and swatted at her hips, enjoying the way her plump rear jiggled and wobbled. One eager woman even got down on her knees, sunk her teeth into Yuki's right cheek getting a loud shriek from her before going between her legs and began to thrash Yuki's sex with her tongue, plunging deep and passionately. Yuki screamed louder as she felt an orgasm building up quickly. The fan seemed to be quite talented in her oral skills.

Yuki had never been so embarrassed and humiliated in her life, not only dominated by her opponent but the audience as well! This was a new level of degradation that she had yet to experience until now. Her legs quaked and shook, her knees buckled as she felt the orgasm building longer and longer before the fan decided to do something very cruel. She stopped.

She would crawl out from under Yuki and stand up, give her a hard spank and look up to Satan. "I can't take the first point from you... That wouldn't be right..." She teased with a wink before leaning down and giving Yuki's ass one more kiss before backing up and letting Satan continue with the show, giving her back the spotlight.

Yuki had never felt so violated in her life, and now she was on the verge of an orgasm, only to be denied the pleasure, not from her opponent but from a fan. This was a new low for Yuki.

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Satan watched the entire scenario unfold with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. As the fan finally backed away, leaving Yuki in a state of raw vulnerability, Satan's smirk widened.

"Well, well, looks like our eager fan couldn't bring herself to grant you the pleasure, Yuki," Satan sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Guess you're just going to have to endure the teasing a bit longer."

With that, Satan pressed her thighs harder against Yuki's trapped face, grinding in a slow, merciless rhythm. The crowd cheered, egging her on, their applause fueling Satan's brutal domination.

"I think it's time for my finisher," Satan declared, her grip tightening on Yuki's head. "Get ready to taste the true meaning of Hell, dear." With a swift, powerful motion, Satan drove Yuki's face into the sand, executing her devastating Destroy Lost (Facebuster) finisher.

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Yuki was humiliated, degraded, and left in a near delirious state as she was denied the release of pleasure, only adding to her torture. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she heard Satan telling her that she was just going to have to endure this teasing a bit longer.

The plump brown haired jobber's legs barely held her up. The only reason she hadn't fallen yet was because her head was still being squeezed between Satan's thighs and her arms were trapped in the chicken wing submission.

Yuki groaned, her body going stiff as Satan pressed her thighs harder against her trapped face, the soft skin contrasting to the strong muscle that felt like it was crushing the poor girl's head. Another slow grind followed by more in a merciless, seductive rhythm. The sound of the crowd cheering on the domination only brought Yuki deeper into her despair but there were still many depths to go.

Satan would mention that it could be a good time for a finisher. Yuki's mind had forgotten the rules in her broken state. She heard the word "finisher" and actually felt slightly thankful for the possibility. While it was early in the match, A finisher will sometimes prelude the end of the match. In Yuki's mind, this was mercy, but she knew that finishers were usually fairly brutal so she would try something in an attempt to avoid any further pain.

She tried saying "I... I... Subm..." *THUNK* Yuki was cut off as her face was slammed down into the sand for a brutal face buster. It was less impactful than the ring or the hard floor, but it was still quite effective. Yuki's lights went out, her mouth falling open, breathing in the sand that pressed against her lips. Her body fell limp, the only movements were involuntary twitches and convulsions.

In a normal rules match, the bout would have been finished, or this may have been the end of the first round. A ref would come in to check on Yuki, likely determining that she couldn't continue, however this was still just the beginning. Satan had full rein on how this match goes. She was writing the story of Yuki's fate, and just how much she could endure. This wasn't over by a long shot.

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With Yuki now unconscious, Satan released her grip and stepped back, surveying the prone wrestler's limp form. The devilish temptress crouched down, trailing a finger along Yuki's contorted features, her touch as cold as her heart.

"Aww, looks like someone needs a little beauty sleep," Satan teased, her voice echoing across the deserted beach.

Satan stood up, admiring her handiwork. The crowd murmured in approval, sensing the match was far from over. Satan's red eyes gleamed with malevolent intent as she considered her next move.

"Oh, this isn't over by a long shot," she purred, her voice dripping with sadistic promise. "We've only just begun to play."

With a wicked grin, Satan grasped Yuki's limp form, effortlessly dragging the unconscious wrestler across the sand towards the nearby lifeguard tower. The crowd followed, their excited chatter and gasps providing a sinister soundtrack to Satan's brutal plans.

Once reaching the base of the tower, Satan heaved Yuki up, placing her lifeless body just below the structure on the sand. The crimson-eyed vixen then scaled the tower with ease, her toned physique allowing her to ascend quickly. At the top, Satan stood triumphantly, surveying her kingdom – or rather, her victim.

"Hope you're ready for round two, dear," Satan whispered ominously, her gaze fixated on Yuki's helpless form. "Because I intend to take my time toying with you." With a cackle, Satan leapt from the tower as she fall towards Yuki's sprawled form into an Elbow drop to her stomach.

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Yuki was completely out. Yet she hadn't escaped Satan, not by a long shot. Even in her dreams she had nightmares of her opponent brutalizing her, putting her in humiliating and painful holds, devious and vicious strikes. These dreams caused her to whimper as Satan released her grip, stepping back for a moment before trailing a finger over her contorted features.

Yuki was dead weight, but Satan dragged her limp form easily. All 110 pounds. As Yuki was dragged, sand got into places they shouldn't have been. She groaned as the course sand dragged against her body, all over as she left a trail from being dragged.

Yuki was still out of it as they reached their next destination. The lifeguard tower. Yuki was easily hoisted up and dropped right below the structure. The crowd gasped and excitedly murmured as Satan easily scaled the tower, showing off her physical fitness and skills.

Yuki was still asleep, whimpering and dreaming of Satan's brutality. The crowd cheered loudly as Satan made another comment before cackling, jumping off the tower, falling right towards yuki, planting the sharp point of her elbow right into Yuki's soft, pudgy stomach. The crowd cheered louder right on impact.

Yuki wasn't woken up nicely. This may have been the worst way she was ever ripped from her slumber. A sharp pain burst through her gut and spread throughout her body as Satan landed her elbow drop perfectly, aimed at the softest, most unprotected spot.

All the air was driven from Yuki's body from the brutal drop. She heaved and gagged, thankful she hadn't had a big meal before the match or it would have definitely been out of her. The sound she made was barely a scream. It was something guttural. The tears began to flow freely as she laid there, completely at Satan's mercy.

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Satan landed smoothly, the impact of her elbow driving into Yuki's stomach sending shockwaves throughout the crowd. The devilish temptress grinned wickedly, her crimson eyes gleaming with malevolent satisfaction as she beheld Yuki's agonized state.

"Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead," Satan taunted, her voice dripping with mocking concern. She leaned in, her lips brushing Yuki's ear as she continued, "How do you feel now? Ready to start playing with me?"

Yuki's desperate whimpers and gasping breaths provided Satan with the perfect soundtrack to her sadistic intentions. She reached out, grasping Yuki's hair and yanking her head back sharply, forcing the struggling wrestler to meet her gaze.

"I said wake up, bitch," Satan snarled, her hot breath fanning over Yuki's tear-streaked face. "It's time to put up or shut up." With a vicious twist, Satan slammed Yuki's head back into the sand, relishing the pitiful scream that tore from the woman's throat.

Without mercy, Satan seized Yuki's clothing, ripping it off with savage efficiency. The crowd erupted in cheers as the last shred of modesty vanished, leaving Yuki completely nude and exposed.

"Looks like our little angel needs to be baptized," Satan purred, her voice carried on the salty sea breeze. She signaled to the crowd, her hand slicing through the air like a scythe.

The drunken masses surged forward, each person grabbing a beer can or bottle from the cooler. They raised their drinks high, pouring the amber liquid over Yuki's defenseless form in a torrential downpour.

The once-pristine beach became a scene of debauchery as Yuki lay helplessly beneath the onslaught, her body slick with beer. Satan watched with a twisted sense of amusement, savoring every moment of Yuki's humiliation.

Finally, the crowd's frenzy subsided, leaving Yuki a trembling, beer-soaked mess. Satan snatched a cold can from the cooler, popping it open and taking a long, satisfying swig.

"That's the stuff," Satan cooed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Feeling refreshed, aren't you? Now, let's get this party started." With a wicked grin, Satan began to pace around Yuki's prone form, her crimson eyes glinting with diabolical intent.

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Yuki laid there, gasping and wheezing from the brutal blow to the belly. The way Satan spoke to her was so degrading and demeaning. Yuki could barely respond as she felt Satan's lips brushing against her ear. Just another pathetic cry of submission.

Yuki's cries seemed to motivate Satan to double down on her dominance, reaching down and grasping Yuki's hair, yanking her head upwards so that they were face to face. Satan snarled in her face, her hot breath bathing Yuki's tear covered face.

Yuki yelped loudly as her face was slammed back into the sand, followed by a scream. That scream turned into a humiliated sob as Satan began ripping Yuki's bikini to shreds, leaving no chance of getting it back on or covering herself up anymore.

Another humiliating ritual began as Satan ordered the audience to "baptize" her. Ice cold beer began pouring down all over her, splashing against her skin, pooling in the crevices and curves of her body. She shook and shivered as she was shocked by the cold liquid raining down on her.

Plenty of it landed in her mouth as well. Yuki was not a drinker, quite a light weight so this of course got her slightly intoxicated as well.

Finally the downpour of alcohol stopped. The sound of a can popping open and Satan taking a satisfying swig along with a sigh, Yuki heard Satan verbally appreciating the drink. Yuki laid there, shivering still from the cold liquid that still covered her body. Her nippled erect from the coldness. She was a pitiful site to see and completely helpless to whatever Satan had planned next.

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Satan stood tall, surveying Yuki's devastated state with a wicked gleam in her crimson eyes. The once proud wrestler now lay in a pitiful heap, beer-soaked and trembling. Satan's smirk widened as she contemplated her next move, eager to add insult to injury.

"Well, well, look at you," Satan purred, her voice dripping with mocking admiration. "You're quite the pretty little mess, aren't you?" She crouched down.

"I think it's time we really make you shine," Satan whispered, her lips brushing Yuki's ear. With a wicked grin, she pushes her down to the sand and mounts her on top.

Satan's eyes flashed with malicious glee as she straddled Yuki's helpless form, pinning the smaller woman beneath her. With a brutal thrust, Satan drove her hips forward, grinding Yuki's trembling body on her own still clothes folds.

"Aww, you feel so good wrapped around me," Satan panted, her movements growing more frenzied as she rode Yuki mercilessly. The crowd watched in stunned silence, their cheers momentarily stifled by the raw intensity of the scene unfolding before them.

Satan leaned down, her breasts pressing against Yuki's face as she pounded into her victim with savage abandon. Each thrust echoed through the air, a lewd symphony of wet flesh and clothes.

If she was born a man, Yuki would be fucked silly.

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Yuki laid there like a slab of meat, soaked in bear with sand sticking to her wet form. She looked pitiful. She was too focused on her own mind, spinning in circles as she felt the effects of the alcohol making her focus much more on the humiliation she felt.

Satan's mocking words were heard and echoed through Yuki's mind as she saw Satan crouching down next to her. Satan said that it was time to really make her shine. Yuki knew that nothing good could come from that. The softness of her whisper and the gentle touch of her lips brushing her ear where the last things she heard and felt before being brutally pushed down into the sand.

Yuki felt Satan straddle her body, pinning her beneath her dominantly. Suddenly, Satan began to thrust downwards, driving her hips forward, grinding Yuki's naked body with her still clothed body.

Yuki laid there, groaning and moaning, squirming cutely but it was no use. The more time that went by, the easier it became for Satan. As she spoke through panted words, Yuki's world continued to flip upside down.

The longer Satan rode Yuki, the more merciless her thrusts became. The beach had gone silent besides the cries and moans from Yuki, the grunts from Satan, and the sound of their bodies mashing and slapping together violently.

Yuki's eyes went wide as Satan leaned down, pressing her breasts against her face. Yuki had accidentally opened her mouth to let out another cry and ended up with Satan's tit in her mouth, stifling and muffling any further protests she had.

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With a triumphant growl, Satan increased her pace, her body slapping against Yuki's in a rhythm as primal as it was depraved. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the air, a lewd chorus of grunts, groans, and wet slaps that left no doubt as to the nature of their encounter.

Satan's hands roamed Yuki's exposed form, pinching and kneading the wrestler's flesh with cruel abandon. Her lips left trails of saliva on Yuki's cheeks as she spoke in husky whispers, her words punctuated by each brutal thrust.

"That's it, take it all, you worthless slut," Satan spat, her voice dripping with venomous pleasure. "You were made for this, to be fucked senseless by someone who's far above you." She leaned in closer, her hips grinding against Yuki's with renewed ferocity.

With a savage snarl, Satan seized Yuki's tits, pinching and twisting the sensitive flesh cruelly as she rode the smaller woman with reckless abandon. Leaning down, Satan's mouth latched onto one of Yuki's nipples, sucking hard as she bit down gently, sending jolts of pain through Yuki's already overwhelmed body.