Veyle Ombroso vs Allie Lee: Talk Shit Get Hit

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If Veyle was to be completely honest, which she wouldn't be if asked, then she would admit that she had not been expecting Allie to have gotten back up by the time she was ready to attack. But thankfully, the idiot American was so dumbfounded by the monochrome-haired wrestler's movements that she stood stock still until the sadist came in and crushed her cunt.

"Ohohooho!" Veyle moaned as she felt Allie begin to go to work with her mouth. "Oh I did not know it would feel like this!" The Italian began to rub and grind her crotch again the blonde's face out of arousal. "I hadn't been planning on staying like this for long, but if it's this good, then I might just go all the way!"

Veyle's eyes scrunched shut as her head tilted back. Her legs clamped tighter onto the sides of Allie's head to keep balance, sliding her foot underneath the streamer's head to push it further up into her pussy since her hands were still unavailable. If Allie didn't do anything, Veyle would keep riding her face until, "Uhn!" She came on it.

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For a moment, Allison actually thought she might have a chance. When she saw Veyle going over to play to the crowd, it filled her with a few things. Indignation that Veyle was stealing her spotlight and that no one seemed to care - but also hope. If Veyle wasn't watching her, then she just might be able to mount a sneak attack - and maybe even take back control! If she could turn the tides now...maybe, just maybe, everything would be worth it!

But of course, that was a hopeless pipe dream - and Veyle would remind her as much just a moment later. As soon as Velyle kicked her in the crotch, Allie's entire body went numb - and with that, her dreams of a comeback came to a screeching halt. The realization hit her like a brick. No matter what Allie tried, she was hopeless to stop Veyle. Not only did the Italian have leagues more training than Allie could ever dream of, she had no qualms whatsoever about fighting dirty! And she didn't just want to beat Allie - she wanted to tear the blonde down in front of all of her fans and followers, shattering her spirit and her body alike. Something she was doing right now, as she brought her hips down over the Floridian's face, demanding that Allie please her. And Allie knew better than to attract her wrath.

Still, when Veyle began to loudly praise Allie on her efforts, the girl still blushed a vivid red. Her eyes squeezed shut and her body tensed. All she could think of was how many of her fans were watching her now - now, when she had been so humbled, forced to service Veyle with no agency or will of her own. Veyle was only drawing more attention to the matter, making Allie keenly aware of where she was and what a predicament she was in. She wanted to run away far from here. She wanted to disappear. But she couldn't, when she was pinned down under her opponent. And Veyle surely wouldn't let her run away that easily, either!

"M-MMFF!!" As Veyle pushed Allie's face even deeper into her groin, her groans became muffled and her cheeks flushed hotter. Still, she kept licking and nuzzling and massaging at Veyle's folds, her hips wriggling from side to side as her body tossed and turned beneath her foe's, causing her bare breasts to jiggle with every motion. Veyle, too, was rubbing against her, grinding in closer and closer, but Allie couldn't do anything about it - not until Veyle's climax finally broke, and Allie could feel the warm, sticky sensation of her fluids spilling out onto her face! Her teeth clenched, and the hairs stood on the back of her neck. She had never dreamed of being in a place this humiliating - but here she was!

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"Oh, wow, Allie," Veyle moaned as she leaned back, using the blonde's breasts as a seat cushion after finishing on her face. "That's where your talent is. Being a good little slut. I guess your mouth actually is good for something after all." Veyle then rolled her shoulders a bit and sighed, "I guess my arms are starting to get a little tired." The Italian bent her hands down and reached with her fingers, undoing the knot keeping her arms held up behind her head.

Veyle got up off of Allie, doing so mercifully, without any sort of parting stomp or kick. It seemed she had been genuinely pleased by the service she had received. She went to her corner and tossed Allie's bikini top onto her belongings that had been brought to the ring due to the impromptu nature of the match. "Maybe I'll auction it off after the match is over," she teased to the camera.

"Allie-san, Allie-san," Veyle singsonged as she slowly walked back towards the subject of her tone. "Your actions shall we say, have put me in a more acceptable mood quicker than I had been expecting, so I'm going to give you an out. The thing that gives me so much control over this match is the pinning third of our little trifecta. As long as I don't pin you, I can keep this going. Once the pin is out of the way, you can just submit the last round and be done," Veyle explained.

"I want to make a trade with you. My offer: to pin you," said Veyle. "To give you control of when this match ends." The Italian's eyes narrowed and her smirk widened, a clear sign that Allie wasn't totally home free yet. "There is a catch. I will not tell you what to give me in exchange. You must make me an offer. How desperate are you to make this end? What are you willing to give up for it to happen? I want to know. You get one chance. I'd strongly recommend you avoid lowballing me."

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Allie winced a little bit as Veyle brought her weight down onto her ample chest, but at least she was off her face now. She fell back, gasping for breath to try and move the air back into her lungs. When she had all but been smothered out into her opponent's crotch, she needed a moment to collect herself - her brow was traced with sweat, and her eyes were half-lidded. As Allie returned to her senses, though, she also began to realize just what she had just done - and she blushed hard at the thought that she had really just done that. Had she just eaten a girl out? On stream? And it wasn't even her idea? She never expected to end up in a predicament like this, but here she was. And to Veyle, that was just a sign everything was falling perfectly into her plans. This meant she was in control here. She was using Allie as little more than an instrument for her own gratification, tearing down the blonde's sense of self-confidence and control. She was taking this stream out from underneath her, bit by bit!

That being said, when Veyle straightened herself from her chest and stood before her, the Floridian stopped, giving Veyle her full and undivided attention. Whenever Veyle started speaking, she knew that it was in her best interests to listen...or else. Everything around her, down to her breathing, ground to a halt; the only thing moving in Allie was her heart thumping away in her chest. She did smile a little at the thought that Veyle had actually been pleased by her efforts...but that dropped from her face a moment later.

Veyle was, mercifully, giving her the chance to leave this match with what was left of her dignity intact. But in order to do that, Allie had to impress her. She was on a precipice now, teetering narrowly between salvation and...who knew what else, considering this was Veyle they were talking about. If Allie named an acceptable deal, she could escape. But if she blundered here...well, she already had a suspicion that Veyle wouldn't exactly be forgiving. The only problem was...what did Veyle want? The Italian didn't seem like she had her eyes on anything short of Allie's total destruction.

"I'm...uh..." Allie's gaze flit back and forth as the options flashed through her head. "M-My dad has a lot of money! We could set you up with, like...a couple thousand? Ten thousand?" But did Veyle even want for money? "Or...uh...we could pay for psychiatry-!" Veyle, evidently, needed that. "You could even be a guest on the stream if you want! Or...uh...oh! I've got it-!"

Allie bit her lip, all the same. This was a risky offer, and she knew it. But her match with Chiaki had all but assured her that the pink-haired streamer was a capable and accomplished wrestler who could handle any situation in front of her. If she could redirect Veyle to someone else, she could slip the heat on her - and then, Chiaki could take care of Veyle for her! "You...uh...like beating people up, right..? W-What if I let you go after Chi-chan instead-?"

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Money was a pretty solid starter, but Veyle was going to require a lot more to be paid off than the numbers Allie was talking about. The Italian then nearly cut the blonde off and started beating the crap out of her again once the word 'psychiatry' came out of her mouth. That was a whole separate bag of worms which Veyle had zero plans of opening up to about to this bitch.

Veyle remembered that she had only given Allie one chance, but she also wasn't opposed to watching her squirm like this. Guest on stream? As if Veyle gave a shit about that. The only reason she had spent any amount of time on Allie's stream was because it was the quickest, most convenient way to humiliate her for what she had said.

Then, as Veyle was just about ready to cut Allie off and get back to beating her up, she heard something that made her pause. Allie offered to sacrifice her friend to get the shit kicked out of her by Veyle in order to save her own skin. "Ha, hahaha, HAHAHAHAHA!" Veyle's laughter was uncontrollable. "For somebody who runs her mouth so much, how are you this fucking bad at talking?! You just offered to swap spots with that woman on a live broadcast! Some friend you are, damn!" Veyle then approached Allie, standing over her.

"The only possible interpretation of what you just said that won't have this Chi-chan of yours asking to join me for a double team is if you thought she'd be able to beat me," said Veyle as she crouched down to Allie's eye level. "But there's one other problem with that. How the hell are YOU gonna stop me from getting to your friend if I want to!" The sadist stood back up and smashed her foot into Allie's chest. "What makes you think I need you to do anything that I want?!"

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Even after she had named her offers, Allie's heart was still racing; she still panted nervously, her whole body tense as she looked up at Veyle, already preparing herself for the worst. She just hoped it would work. She might not have stood a chance of besting Veyle in a physical contest - but maybe, just maybe, some of her father's business acumen was rubbing off on her. She found a lot of the stuff he talked about mind-numbingly boring, sure, but hopefully she'd been around him long enough to pick up on a few tricks of the trade when it came to making a deal. She was trying to outwit her opponent - to bait her into taking up a match with Chiaki, when Allie had managed to assure herself that was a match she couldn't possibly win. If Veyle took that bait, this would all be over; she could go home and pretend this never happened; Veyle would get her comeuppance, and she wouldn't even have to lift a finger. But if she didn't...well, things could well go from bad to worse, if Veyle decided to vent her frustrations on the streamer. Her eye twitched nervously; she didn't even want to think about what might happen to her in that sort of situation!

And it seemed like she wouldn't have to. Veyle immediately burst out into maniacal laughter, and the moment Allie heard that, her heart sank. The color drained away from her face, and she could feel the goosebumps rising up along the back of her neck even before Veyle had said a single word. It hadn't worked. In fact, Veyle was openly mocking the very idea that Chiaki could pose a threat to her! Allison's plans had just blown up spectacularly in her face. And now, Veyle was going to let her know that - as she stared straight through Allie with a look that seemed to peer right into her soul.

Allie trembled nervously in place, her teeth clenched in a grimace. "...I mean, er...she's a good wrestler-!" Allie whimpered. "And, er, uh...she's a lot n-nicer than you, so she wouldn't-" Almost as soon as the words had left Allie's throat, she froze; her eyes went wide, and she clasped her hands over her mouth. Veyle would almost certainly be angered by that - and if she was angry, it wouldn't be pretty. In her moment of panic, Allie had let the words slip out, not even paying any heed to the consequences. But it was too late for her to take that back. She couldn't stop Veyle from landing a stomp right in the dead center of her chest, knocking her back against the mat gasping and wheezing as the air was driven from her lungs.

"G-Gaah..! Oww..." Allie winced, whimpering in pain as she lay flat on her back. Everything around her felt like it was spinning, and she took in a couple of raspy pants to try and fill her lungs. She barely had the strength in her to move a muscle. All she could do was stare up at Veyle, her body trembling and her eyes glassy. But the sight alone was enough to make her whole body lock up with terror.

"W-What...what kind of an argument is that-!?" Allie blurted out. She tried to crawl even an inch back, but the aches and pains in her body caught up to her and she fell on her back again, letting out a groan. "I thought...you had what you wanted here-! You already taught me a lesson, didn't you? Chiaki didn't say anything about you! Why would you even want to go after her..!? I'm giving you a reason-!"

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Veyle smirked as Allie caught herself running her mouth faster than her tiny brain could comprehend. "What? You can say it," the sadist said as she planted her foot onto the busty blonde's cleavage. "I don't she's nicer than me at all, I know what I am. I take pride in being the woman I am, as a matter of fact."

Veyle then rolled her eyes at the drivel Allie spouted next. "If I could do this over, I'd probably target your head less early on," she said. "I'm curious how much of your idiocy is natural, and how much of it is the concussions and head injuries talking. Though I suppose your listening skills being so inadequate is much less surprising than your speaking skills being so low."

"What you said is that you would let me go after Chiaki," said Veyle, who slowly enunciated her words. "I said that if I wanted to go after her you couldn't stop me if you tried. I don't give the slightest shit about your friend. I probably won't target her, not like I have any reason to. But I also might if I ever happen to feel like it." Veyle then bent forward, her face directly over Allie's. "My point, and the reason I regarded your offer as worthless, is that whether I actually want to go after Chiaki or not, you are far too weak to have any say in what I'll end up doing."

"Tell you what, I'll give you one more chance," Veyle said in a tone that was clearly less genuine than the previous offer. The monochrome-haired wrestler lifted her foot up and now brought it down onto Allie's throat, grinding her heel down into the streamer's windpipe. "If you tell me how to beat your friend Chi-chan, I'll let you go and track her down for a beating instead. This is a limited time offer though, you have 5 seconds." Obviously Allie wouldn't be able to get out anything out with her throat getting stepped on, but Veyle wanted to see if she would try to choke something out anyway.

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"I...uh..." Veyle didn't even need to throw a single blow to strike terror into Allie's heart. Now, she was dissecting the Floridian with her words. Unable to find the strength to fight back, Allie flopped flat on her back with a groan as Veyle planted her foot on her chest, but when she heard what Veyle had to say - that she was fully aware of how cruel and ruthless and merciless she was, and that she was proud of it - that made her suck in a gulp, and a chill ran through her body. That was just a reminder of how deadly Veyle was - and how Allie felt so small and weak and vulnerable before her. There was nothing she could do to stop her. She couldn't even appeal to Veyle's better morality - because the Italian had none! All she cared about was setting the record straight. And Allie couldn't hope to stand in her way.

If anything, Allie couldn't really claim the high ground here. After all, she was the one who was fully prepared to throw Chiaki under the bus - and Veyle was quick to remind her of that. At that, Allie fell silent. She sucked in a gulp, but she held it there, staring up at her opponent with wide eyes. Veyle had served her a cold reminder that, no matter how much Allie might have tried to save face, she had nothing. She really was just a coward and a cheat the end of the day. She couldn't hope to outwit Veyle, because Veyle could see through her like glass. There was nothing she could even say in her defense, because she knew that everything Veyle had just told her was right. She was holding a mirror up to Allison, forcing her to confront all her darkest secrets and shames. How could she possibly stand up to a woman who exerted such a tight grip on her? In that moment, the fear had paralyzed her.

And, for that matter, so did Veyle's foot, as she pressed it down right on top of Allie's throat! "G-G-GHHHHKK..!!" Her face contorting into a scowl, Allie could only let out a breathless, muffled wheeze. It felt like a thousand pounds of pressure were coming down on her throat! She couldn't say a word; she couldn't so much as breathe when everything was bearing down on her! And yet, Veyle was still playing games with her, asking her to give up information on Chiaki - even offering to let her go for it. But everyone knew it was an empty promise. Allie couldn't possibly draw in enough air to speak up in those five seconds. Veyle was just taunting her - and reminding her how little of a say she had in the matter! The Floridian coughed, twisting back and forth on the ground. She looked up toward Veyle and shook her head meekly - but even she already knew it was a hopeless plea. Veyle had free reign to do whatever she wanted with her...

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"Oh, I guess you can avoid completely selling out your friends," Veyle taunted after five seconds had passed. "All it takes is physically restraining you from talking." Allie tried to give a show of shaking her head, but the movements were so weak that Veyle couldn't register it as anything more than helpless squirming.

"Guess that means I'm gonna wail on you even more then!" Veyle said as she let her legs out from under herself, dropping ass first onto Allie's chest flattening the blonde's breasts against her body with the force of her rear. "Oh, what to do, what do to," Veyle mused. "I want to to do something more than wantonly beating the shit out of you."

Veyle would shift back onto Allie's stomach and bring her hands down on the blonde's bare breasts, before sliding them off to her sides. The sadist would then begin tickling Allie's armpits before lowering her head and beginning to suck the streamer's nipples. Let's see how you handle the combination of erotic sensation and uncontrollable laughter, thought Veyle.

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"M-M-Mmmff..." As she looked back up at Veyle, Allie was frozen up in fear. The color had drained away from her face, and her brow glistened with a cold sweat. She couldn't say a word; she couldn't even scream in pain when Veyle was exerting all her weight against her throat, strangling her beneath her boot. The blonde tried to shake her head, just to try and find some way to resist at all - some way to stand up to Veyle - but even that was useless. She could barely budge under the load! All she could do was wait and see what other horrors the Italian had to unleash on her. And Veyle was only getting started.

Eventually, she would step off of Allie's throat, giving the Floridian a couple seconds to try and gulp air back into her lungs. But even that would be cut short a moment later, when Veyle threw herself downward, coming crashing down on top of Allie's chest! All the air she had taken back was driven out of her lungs all over again as she coughed and wheezed, her legs kicking into the air as her body reeled. When she sank back, her head was spinning and her body slack as she lolled limp and heavy against the canvas; her tongue hung out of her mouth, and she tried to pant for breath, but she could only manage a few low, raspy gasps with Veyle laying on top of her. She was utterly defenseless - and that gave Veyle free reign to do whatever she hoped for next.

Allie could only contemplate what she'd heard from Veyle through a daze. But she did hear that Veyle was looking to try something new, and that sent a shiver down her spine. She could only imagine what might possibly come next. A million possibilities ran through her head, none of them pleasant. Veyle was out to break her body and spirit in front of the world, and Allison couldn't even begin to contemplate what sorts of things a sadist like her could have in mind.

She certainly didn't expect what happened a moment later - when Veyle started tickling her armpits. A tingling sensation ran through the blonde's body; she began to twist from side to side on the mat, trying to pull herself away from the sensation, but she couldn't budge! "Ah...haha..!? What are you doing..!?" When Veyle followed that up by leaning over her and planting her lips around her nipples, Allie just felt another wave of pleasure shoot through her, jerking her in every direction. Her hips began to buck as she started to giggle uncontrollably. Now, her whole body was tingling. It should have felt good - but when every nerve was firing, it was overwhelming! Allie could hardly think straight when she was being stimulated all over, in every direction she could think of. She couldn't even control her own body!

"What..!? Hahaha-! What are y-you DOING..!?"