Pride Comes Before the Nightmare - Laxia vs. Angela Guillot

[Letta]

Laxia’s attempt to hide her face and collect herself was cut short by a heavy weight settling onto the back of her head.

“Auuugh...!”

The sudden pressure turned her head to one side. Her hands were pushed aside, and her cheek was pressed into the canvas. She groaned in confusion before realizing what was resting on her head, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Did she just... step on my head...?!

Then the sole began moving slowly through her hair. Laxia’s head rolled with the pressure, her nose pressing into the canvas before her other cheek was squashed against it. She tried to lift her face, but the weight holding her down would not budge. Even the words she managed to force out were muffled against the mat.

“Mmph... You...!!”

Fury surged through Laxia. Never in her life had she been treated like this...! Many men had admired her silky orange hair, but admiration did not give anyone permission to touch it. She entrusted it only to her personal stylist. No one else was allowed to lay hands on it. And now... this woman was grinding her boot into it! Getting used to her role? She had never even imagined herself in a position like this. Anger burned through her. Laxia tried to shove the filthy boot off her head, opening her mouth to finally snap something at Angela. But the sole scraped roughly across her head as it pulled away, jerking her head sharply to the side. Pain shot through the back of her neck, but she barely had a moment to register it.

“Guh...!”

Angela dropped heavily onto Laxia’s back. The sudden weight pressed her chest and stomach into the canvas, forcing out the breath she had only just managed to draw. Her arms gave way and sprawled limply in front of her.

“Uuugh...”

While Laxia groaned, Angela caught her outstretched arms one at a time. With little strength left to resist, Laxia could do nothing as they were pulled up and draped over Angela’s knees, one after the other. Then she felt fingers moving through her hair. Laxia cracked her eyes open. The fingers slipped through her hair, past her ears, and slowly down her cheeks. The touch was far too careful to belong to the same woman who had been handling her so roughly. That only made it more unsettling. Her thoughts raced as she tried to work out what Angela intended, until those fingertips approached her chin and she suddenly understood.

“Ah... no...!”

Laxia urgently tugged at her arms and tried to shift her body. But both arms were already trapped over Angela’s knees. Her fingers spread wide, then curled again as she struggled, unable even to plant a hand on the mat. At that moment, Angela’s hands closed firmly beneath her chin...! The interlocked fingers tightened, lifting Laxia’s head. Her upper body slowly rose from the canvas. With her body pinned beneath Angela’s weight, her head and shoulders were pulled backward, forcing her lower back into a painful arch. A Camel Clutch, locked in tight...!

“Uuugh...!”

Laxia pressed her lips tightly together and tried to swallow her groans. But as her body was bent farther backward, the sounds she was holding in began to tremble in her throat. As she was forced back at an increasingly alarming angle, Laxia’s eyes flew wide. The pain overwhelmed her, wrenching a scream from her throat that echoed through the arena.

“AAAAAGH...!!”

Laxia squeezed her eyes shut and bit her trembling lip. She tried to shake her head free, but the hands cupping her chin barely allowed even that small movement. Her boots drummed frantically against the mat. Her trapped arms jerked uselessly, unable to find a way out, while her fingers grasped at empty air.No matter how she struggled, the tight camel clutch did not loosen in the slightest. With her chest forced upward, her attempts to escape only made her exposed, ample breasts jiggle helplessly. Laxia had no choice but to remain on display in that vulnerable position for the entire crowd to see.