Safiyah Neferet vs. Cleo Hulbury - Model Behaviour

[Lightman]

Safiyah’s breaths came in shallow gasps, her body trembling under Cleo’s relentless control. Every taunt, every mocking touch, chipped away at her composure, forcing her to endure an almost unbearable humiliation. Yet, even as Cleo smirked and revelled in the spectacle, Safiyah’s mind was a battleground—a clash of seething anger, unyielding pride, and an unwelcome flood of sensations coursing through her body.

The aphrodisiac was potent. Too potent. She could feel its effects intensify with every passing second, a fiery heat spreading through her veins like molten lava. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every graze of fabric or touch from the British Model igniting a visceral, almost overwhelming response. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, and her body betrayed her, shivering under the maddening chemical assault. It was as though her very flesh had turned against her, amplifying every sensation to an almost unbearable degree.

Her core ached with a need that wasn’t her own, a deep, throbbing pulse that made her toes curl and her breath hitch. Safiyah hated it—hated the way it clouded her thoughts, hated the way it made her feel so utterly exposed. And most of all, she hated how Cleo looked at her, that smug grin that told Safiyah she knew exactly what was happening inside her body.

Cleo’s mocking voice sliced through the haze of Safiyah’s mind, her tone dripping with derision. The pat on her cheek had stung, not from pain but from its sheer condescension. Safiyah wanted to lash out, to reclaim control, but her body remained paralyzed. The Azure Cobra’s body ached, her muscles straining against the unrelenting pressure of Cleo’s control. She felt as if she were being systematically dismantled, her pride stripped away with every calculated move. The memory of Cleo’s scorpion kick lingered, a sharp ache radiating through her jaw where the sole of Cleo’s foot had pressed into her mouth. The indignity of being silenced in such a way burned in her mind, her lips tingling from the humiliating contact.

Her throat throbbed where Cleo’s aphrodisiac-coated foot had struck with ruthless precision. Each haggard swallow was a reminder of the force behind that kick, the bruise blossoming beneath her skin like a mark of her opponent’s dominance. Worse, the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac made the sensation electric, her skin hypersensitive and her body betraying her with shivers that had nothing to do with the pain.

The shoulder lock was a cruel masterpiece, twisting her arm at an unnatural angle and pinning her neck with a grip that left her unable to rise. Cleo’s arm coiled around hers like an iron snake, the pressure relentless, and the pain sharp enough to make her wince with every movement. Her free hand pressed against the mat for support, but it did little to ease the strain on her twisted joints.

Safiyah felt utterly trapped, her body subdued and manipulated, as if she were nothing more than a puppet for Cleo’s amusement. The crowd roared their cheers and jeers a deafening backdrop to her degradation. Cleo’s taunts were sharp and cutting, her words laced with venom as she mocked Safiyah’s helplessness. Safiyah bit her lip, her teeth pressing hard enough to sting, using the pain to ground herself against the storm of sensations threatening to overwhelm her.

The aphrodisiac coursing through her veins compounded her torment, her body responding to every touch, every shift of Cleo’s grip, with an unwanted heat that made her skin flush and her breath quicken. It was maddening, this war between her mind and her body, the former burning with rage and humiliation while the latter betrayed her with every shiver and gasp. The audience roared again, and Safiyah’s cheeks burned with shame. She wanted to scream, to fight, but the combination of the shoulder lock, the aphrodisiac, and Cleo’s cruel precision left her powerless. Her muscles ached, her arm throbbed, and the haze of unwanted desire clouded her thoughts, making every moment a test of her willpower.

[Bare]

Cleo was smiling widely as she paraded Safiyah around the ring by her, raising her up and giving a queenly wave as she did so. Showing that she wasn't taking this particular moment at all serious. After all she didn't have too. Things were all but settled and her opponent was at her mercy. It was just a matter of how long Cleo wanted to drag out this humiliation which, fortunately or unfortunately for her opponent depending on who you asked, Cleo would be ending it sooner than later.

Making their way back to the center of the ring Cleo would look down at her foe with a look of utter smugness plastered across her face. "Alright doggy, I think it's about time we wrap this up." Cleo cooed out coldly, releasing her grip on Safiyah's arm while at the same moment raising her leg up and bringing it swatting down on Safiyah's back to force the girl down onto her stomach.

Immediately afterwards Cleo would rest her foot on the back of the defanged cobra's neck, grinding her sole against it to show who was in charge. "It didn't have to be like this you know. Had you just behaved and played nicely I wouldn't have been quite so cruel, but you forced my hand. Or rather my feet. My evidently vastly superior feet." Cleo said mockingly before walking around to the woman's legs.

"Now then... I think it's time to end this farce." Cleo said as she then bent down and lifting her foe's legs up, resting them against her shoulders before falling and pulling her foe's legs up further until Safiyah's pussy was right at Cleo's mouth level, in turn forcing Safiyah's back to bend while Cleo grabbed the girl's legs and pulled them down for a little added pain as Cleo's legs wrapped around the girl's body, her feet resting on Safiyah's head before Cleo's mouth fell over Safiyah's bare pussy, starting to eat her own with her hentai finisher the flood warning!

Spoiler

[Lightman]

Pain, humiliation, and unbearable heat coursing through her veins reduced Safiyah’s world to a haze. She could hear the crowd’s cheers and jeers, their voices blending into a maddening symphony as Cleo paraded her around like a trophy, waving to her adoring audience as if this were some grand, playful performance.

For Safiyah, this was a slow, torturous descent into subjugation, her body no longer her own, manipulated and controlled with casual cruelty. Her limbs ached, her muscles burned, and yet, the most insidious torment of all came from within—the aphrodisiac’s relentless assault on her senses, the way it made every touch, every movement feel wrong.

When Cleo finally led them back to the centre of the ring, Safiyah knew what was coming. The smugness in Cleo’s gaze, the condescending lilt in her voice, it all signalled the final stage of her dominance. The moment Cleo released her arm, Safiyah felt her body falter, her balance failing her. Before she could react, Cleo’s foot came crashing down onto her back, sending her sprawling onto her stomach with a breathless gasp. The impact rippled through her already battered body, the oil-slicked mat beneath her offering no reprieve from the ache setting into her spine.

And then—humiliation deeper than pain.

Cleo’s foot pressed down onto the back of her neck, grinding her sole against the vulnerable flesh there. Safiyah clenched her jaw, her fingers curling into fists against the mat as the weight of her opponent bore down on her, forcing her head lower. The message was clear: Cleo owned her now.

Safiyah seethed at the words, at the condescension dripping from every syllable. Behave? Play nicely? As if she had ever been the one to submit so easily. But this—this farce Cleo spoke of—had become her reality. The farce trapped her, and she drowned in it.

She barely had a moment to collect herself before Cleo moved again, circling like a predator, savouring the ultimate moments before devouring its prey.

Safiyah barely registered the words before her legs were wrenched from the mat, hoisted up onto Cleo’s shoulders. Her spine arched against her will, an agonizing curve that forced her hips upward, her body folded unnaturally as Cleo locked in her hentai finisher. The pressure was immense, sending sharp jolts of pain up her back, stretching her abs to their limit. And then, the ultimate humiliation—Cleo’s feet resting atop her head, pressing her deeper into subjugation, a clear, undeniable statement of ownership.

And then Cleo’s mouth descended, capturing hers in a dominant, unrelenting claim. Once more, lust overwhelmed the bluenette’s mind, and despite her attempt to resist it, it was useless as Cleo greedily and hungrily slurped on her moistened lower lips, making use of her tongue all the while. The Egyptian wanted to beg for freedom, to try anything to get herself out of this predicament, but with the effects of the aphrodisiac and the punishment, there was nothing she could do about it. Cleo swiftly broke down her resistance; the point of no return was imminent.

“UUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" And there it was, her juices spraying violently like a rapid stream spasming as if a trigger went off, reaching the point where her mind and body simultaneously broke, the point where the most all-encompassing orgasmic rapture of her life overwhelmed her. "NNNGGHUUUUUUAAAAAAHHHHH~!!!" From the shock and that close image of Cleo’s sole, even to the musky aroma mixed with the aphrodisiac, it was more than enough to trigger yet another orgasm and then another on top of it. “NNNNNGGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH...!!!” Her body shivered as she came hard, her eyes rolling up. Once her orgasm subsided, she became a trembling wreck, her brain turning into mush.

[Bare]

Cleo was loving each and every single solitary moment of what she was doing right now. Safiyah was left utterly helpless and vulnerable to her right now after all that she did to her. Both mentally with the aphrodisiac as well as physically with all the damage and sexual torment she put her though and this? This was just the cherry on top. A perfect exclamation mark on a resounding victory that none could take away from her.

After all no one knew the key behind it, and that's how Cleo would keep it, all that was necessary to do would be to make this bitch finally orgasm to end this. End it she did. Not just with one orgasm, or even two, but three orgasms all at once as a result of Cleo's efforts.

Pulling away and wiping her mouth Cleo couldn't help the wide grin that broke across her face.

"Hahahahaha! See!? Just like I said! I win bitch!" Cleo cackled out excitedly, digging her feet further into Safiyah's face before pulling her legs back and rolling backwards to stand up in a single graceful motion, getting her hand raised by the ref as she strutted forward and placed her foot firmly on Safiyah's face.

"Go on then your a little inferior. Kiss it. Lick it. Worship it. You've lost and this is the heel that did it you little bitch!" Cleo said mockingly while digging her sole in deeper against her face, trying to coax the likely lust addled state of the woman into humiliating herself further and actively worshiping her foot.

[Lightman]

Safiyah’s body trembled, utterly spent, every muscle slack, every ounce of resistance drained from her. The relentless torment had shattered her in ways she had never imagined possible. The aphrodisiac had done its work too well, turning every touch, every calculated motion from Cleo into a devastating assault on her senses. It had rewired her responses, forcing her body into submission even as her mind had fought, fought, fought—until there was nothing left to fight with. Every muscle in her body ached, every nerve felt raw and overstimulated, and yet none of that compared to the deeper torment—the betrayal of her own flesh, the wretched, inescapable need that still clung to her like a vice.

Her breath came in ragged, broken gasps, her sweat-slicked body heaving as she lay sprawled on the mat, her limbs weak, unresponsive. The echoes of pleasure still rippled through her like aftershocks from an earthquake, leaving her shivering in their wake. Her mind, once sharp and calculated, was now a haze, drowning in exhaustion, in overstimulation, in the sheer, overwhelming defeat Cleo had forced upon her.

Three. Three times Cleo had wrung the fight from her, stolen away every last scrap of dignity until all that remained was a woman too far gone to so much as lift an arm in protest. The realization burned somewhere deep inside her, the humiliation cutting sharper than any physical wound, but she couldn’t push it away. Not now.

She barely registered Cleo’s laughter, the victorious cackle, sharp and grating, sliced through the fog of her mind like a blade. Each note was laced with the kind of triumph that came only from complete and utter domination. The weight of Cleo’s foot pressing into her face was distant at first—just another sensation in the sea of everything that had been done to her—but then the pressure grew, forcing her down further into the mat, stamping the final insult onto her shattered pride.

Safiyah’s lips trembled, but whether from exertion, humiliation, or the remnants of the aphrodisiac still coursing through her veins, she could not tell. The words dripped with condescension, with amusement, with cruel, undeniable triumph. Cleo had broken her. She knew it. The crowd knew it. Safiyah knew it. And now, with the world watching, Cleo was demanding the final act of submission. Safiyah’s emerald-green eyes, half-lidded and dulled by exhaustion, flickered up at her tormentor. A part of her still wanted to resist, still wanted to fight, to spit in the face of this humiliation, but her body had long since betrayed her.

And Cleo knew it.

Safiyah shuddered at the words. It was a cruel command, and yet the worst part of it was that she could feel the pull, the temptation, the deep, aching compulsion the aphrodisiac had left in her. It wasn’t a choice anymore—not entirely. Her body wanted to obey, even as her mind recoiled in disgust. The foot ground deeper into her face, insistent, taunting. The pressure against her lips was unbearable, a command without words. Safiyah had nothing left. No strength to defy, no will to push back. Her lips parted, soft and trembling, pressing against the arch of Cleo’s foot in a single, lingering kiss.

The crowd erupted, the image of Safiyah beneath Cleo’s heel seared into the moment, immortalized as the final act of this brutal, humiliating match. And Safiyah—broken, shaking, body betraying her at every turn—could do nothing but endure. Still trapped. Still conquered. Still hers.

[Bare]

It was over. Completely and officially Cleo had won the battle of kicks and sexual innuendo against her Egyptian opponent, she knew it and so did her opponent, granted she was probably having a hard time thinking of anything through the aphrodisiac currently flooding through her system along with the post coital haze that would no doubt still be clouding the woman's mind.

All that being said though Cleo was never one to leave well enough alone. While having the victory well in hand Cleo wanted to further cement it by humiliating her opponent for good. As such she raised her foot up and placed it upon Safiyah's face, practically commanding the woman to kiss and worship it. Something that Safiyah would no doubt resist at any other point but right now? With the mental state she was in... Cleo knew she wouldn't be able to resist.

Sure enough within moments Safiyah was leaving a long, lingering kiss on Cleo's toes which made the woman chuckle arrogantly. "Kufufu... See? I told you this is where you would end up... Unfortunately though..." As Cleo said this she would slowly raise her leg up off of Safiyah's face and hold her leg straight up in the air in a vertical position. "That wasn't quite feverish enough my dear."

Following this Cleo would bring her heel down, spiking her heel directly into Safiyah's pussy for an absolutely brutal axe kick to the no doubt still sensitive area of the Egyptian woman. In fact Cleo had no doubt that the suddena and intense intense stimulation would probably cause the woman to orgasm once again, this time no doubt dousing the sole of her foot in Safiyah's love juices.

Regardless if it did or not though Cleo would put all her weight on Safiyah's groin as she lifted herself up and placed her clean foot on Safiyah's breast before walking over the woman to then place her cum soaked foot on Safiyah's face. Digging her heel in against the beaten woman's face much to the boos and jeers of the crowd Cleo would then step off the girl, literally walking over her before she started wiping her foot off on the woman's hair as a final act of disrespect towards her fallen opponent.

"Next time... thing twice before disrespecting you're betters little girl." Cleo said over her shoulder in as smug a voice possible before making her way out of the ring and up the ramp, content with both her victory and the reinforcement of her dominance over the Azure Cobra.