Hardstyle Hentai Match - Gisele LeBlanc vs. Sister Lucia

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc couldn't even focus on what was going on around her right now. That fire extinguisher had done damage to her senses in the short term and left her groaning on the padded outside. Getting up and fighting wasn't even a thought right now. Especially as Lucia had gotten on top of her, and she felt this cruel opponent's ass on her face. She let out a groan of protests, trying to push herself out, but she didn't have the strength currently. And then, even worse, she felt her outfit being torn.

A sharp gasp came as the Powderbuff would try to cover up. Being naked wasn't that much of a worry for her. She had been plenty used to it and was certainly proud of how her body looked, especially her chest. But she didn't want to deal with whatever this wicked woman had in mind for her. The French-Canadian was still struggling to pull together her strength and think about anything but the throbbing headache she had.

The only solace for her was that the referee was closely approaching the ten count. Something that faintly echoed in her head as she struggled underneath her opponent! It was Hardstyle Hentai, but there were certainly rules in place to keep it from being an entirely outside the ring affair. Gisele just hoped that Lucia would be off her to avoid the count out, and maybe she could try to recover!

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Lucia would be lying if she said there wasn't a spirit of vengeance coming over her as she moved over Gisele’ prone body, driving her as her clawing fingers found themselves to her garment. Just being in a match like this with such a wanton wastrel was an insult enough by itself, but to have her ruin her outfit - an outfit that cost her no small amount of money, by the way - was unconscionable, and she reveled in her righteous retribution.

”There we are, slattern.” She cast the ripped garments aside and looked down on Gisele’s bountiful chest, ready to be ravaged. ”Now, for the fruits of my-”

”7!”

Ah. Right. The count. Sister Lucia had almost forgotten about that. ”By all the saints…”

As much as she wanted to have her way with Gisele, specific rules had to be observed. She gave the Powderbuff’s breasts a spiteful smack, then pushed up and scrambled into the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and rising to her feet soon after. She suspected Gisele would do much the same, but she would likely leave herself vulnerable when she did. And if she didn’t, well…a win was a win And nothing would stop her from punishing the whore after the bell rang.

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc was trying to pull herself together. Her head still throbbed. Ached. Pounded. Focusing was difficult, and the Powderbuff was really struggling for breath underneath the backside of her foe too. But then she felt a slap on her breasts, making the rest of her body jerk. She curled over, holding her chest and gasped for air. Her body trembled briefly as she sucked in breaths of air. And slowly, she would become aware.

"EIGHT!"

She forced herself up with effort, grunting loudly as she laid her arms on the apron, her head following suit. That pounding pain in her skull continued to overwhelm her as she moved one head to cradle her forehead. Her outfit was ruined, and in tatters. She knew she just needed to rip off the top now--no sense in letting it stick around. So she pulled it off and buried her face in the apron for a moment.

"NINE!"

One more count. One last count. With a loud groan, she looked back up at her smug opponent, scowling at her. This wicked, sinister girl. With such twisted motives. She was filled with spite for her, and she wasn't going to hold back. The French-Canadian needed to get back into this thing and stop Sister Lucia from getting too much of an advantage. She knew she was in a heap of trouble though, and she hated it. It was a rare position for her, but she wasn't often hit in the skull with a fire extinguisher in her matches before either.

Still, the Powderbuff slid into the ring, holding her forehead and simply choosing to lay there by the ropes. She beat the count, but she needed more time. Time that she was extremely doubtful that Sister Lucia would grant her. And all she could do was hang out by those ropes, hoping beyond hope for it. Or hoping that she could take advantage of some opening that the Holy Roller would give her.

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd hadn't been on her side from the start, reprobates that they were, but now that she’d halfway denuded their heroine, they gave Sister Lucia nothing less than their total contempt. She sneered at the throngs as they showered her with hate, chanting obscenities and making all manner of obscene gestures, as if she should’ve been the least bit concerned with their malice. She waved them away with a sneer. ”Fools! I care not for your boos! I know what makes you cheer!”

They hardly mattered, at any rate - no, Sister Lucia’s true focus remained on the Powderbuff, as she languished outside the ring. For a moment, she truly thought the woman would see sense and merely take the countout loss, sparring her no small amount of pain. Stubborn mule that she was, however, there was no forcing her to see sense - she threw herself into the ring before the final count, resting at Sister Lucia’s feet.

Perfect.

Sister Lucia moved in like a hawk on its prey, stepping over to Gisele and planting her feet on the woman’s back. She grabbed the ropes for balance and proceeded to stomp away at the whore’s back, drilling her heel into the spine with every hit, trying to do the maximum amount of damage. The referee would only allow this to go on for so long since she holding the ropes, but that was hardly a concern for Sister Lucia - she was certain that these five seconds would feel like an eternity to Gisele.

”Dirty! Wicked! Filth!” She cried out with every blow, attempting to strike mental blows as well as physical ones. ”I offered salvation, but you have elected the way of pain!”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc was trying to get herself together. The match was hard, completely overtaken by a single fire extinguisher shot, she just wasn't the same after quite yet. In time, the Powderbuff knew she could get there. The small powerhouse was hoping she had time to recover though. Just some moments where she could catch her breath and focus her mind on anything now.

Instead, Sister Lucia was coming right back at her. Gisele let out a cry and yell of pain with each stomp that came down on her body. She curled up, trying to just withstand the pain. Almost trying to crawl away, another stomp flattened her back down. Each heel hitting her stung and took the breath out of her, and it became clear that Gisele needed to just withstand it until the referee forced her off. A terrible spot to be in, and a spot LeBlanc was ever rarely in. The French-Canadian hated it. And the insults were just as offensive to her now. They made her angry. They made her furious. She was sick of this disrespect so quickly in this match.

The Powderbuff would then withstand a five-counts worth of stomps from Sister Lucia, her body visibly shuddering angrily. She pushed up, gritting her teeth as she looked angry. Gisele took a few deep breaths before forcing herself up the rest of the way to give Lucia a hard shove! "Get off!" A powerful exclamation and shove against her opponent. And then, Gisele instantly collapsed to one knee, hanging her head and letting out a whimper. Between the pain in her back and the dizziness still, the powerhouse was panting and trying to focus again. She didn't think that would keep Lucia down for long, but she had made a defiant statement, at the very least, for better or worse.

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Lucia was a woman who tried to enjoy the simple pleasures in life. Reading her Bible. Long walks in the forest after a fresh rain. Grinding out her unworthy enemies beneath her heel.

There was no hiding her pleasure as she drove her boot into Gisele’s sumptuous body, stomping her like the vermin she was, driving down with her heel again and again. The Powderbuff was a mighty foe, there was no ignoring that, but Sister Lucia had discovered her Achilles’ Heel and tugged at the string that would make her tapestry unravel. Brain over brawn, mind over matter, good over evil.

She would have been content to hammer her foe all day until she was nothing but an oddly sexy smear on the canvas, but that wasn’t to be, both thanks to the referee’s count and Gisele’s obscene strength. Her opponent surged upwards, throwing Sister Lucia off with an inhuman show of strength, but it took a toll - she collapsed soon after, falling to a knee. Sister Lucia, who’d rolled away and popped up to her feet nearby, smiled at the sight, knowing that her window was still open.

She moved in quick, coming over with swift steps. She grabbed Gisele by her lustrous hair with one hand, earning more of the referee’s ire, but the other went to a juicer target: her opponent’s breast. She grabbed in and dug in with her nails, roughly groping the luscious orb as she forced her opponent to stand.

As soon as Gisele was on two solid feet, Sister Lucia let her go, only to step back, bring her foot up, and shoot it out towards Gisele’s chest with a push kick, trying to force her into the nearest corner in the roughest way she could imagine.

[Dubski]

Gisele's back was aching, matching her throbbing headache. And after taking a simple knee, she was trying to get herself together. A shove helped, sending Lucia to the mat with a defiant maneuver, but that's all it was. Perhaps if she was in a better state, she would have made it far more effective. A proper throw or powerful maneuver may have kept Sister Lucia down for longer, but that's all LeBlanc could consider right now.

So Sister Lucia was back shortly after, grabbing her breast. She let out a cry of pain. "Ahhhh..." she grit her teeth, giving a hand grasp on the assaulting hand, trying to remove it from her as she was forced to a standing position. A cruel maneuver. It would likely leave marks from where the Holy Roller's hand had gripped her breast.

When she was upright, though, she felt the boot hit her chest. The smaller blonde stumbled back until she hit the turnbuckle. She grunted loudly and held a hand over her chest, hanging her head as she held onto the top rope with her other hand. Gisele LeBlanc grimaced, stuck in the corner. Lucia was relentless and kept the Powderbuff from being able to come back now.

[BlackAkuma]

Finally, finally, finally, Sister Lucia had Gisele where she wanted her.

It had taken no small amount of effort - she would give the woman credit where she was due, she was a stubborn sow. But after a supreme effort and no small amount of guile, she had managed to back the Powderbuff into a corner. Aching, sagging, and vulnerable, she was a tempting target for Sister Lucia to pick apart, and she was more than eager for the pleasure. She had not forgotten the stipulations of this match, and she was eager to make good on them.

”Now,” Sister Lucia wiped her lips clean as she approached, sauntering over to her foe with swaying hips and a fiendish grin. ”The wages of your sin.”

Sister Lucia closed the distance with a powerful stride and threw her body against Gisele, smacking flesh against flesh. While the two couldn't have been more different in terms of physique - a thin, gymnast’s body against a frame fit for a powerlifter - they were nearly identical in terms of height, which made things quite convenient for her purposes. It was all too easy to move in and press her lips against Gisele’s take her with a fierce, forceful kiss that bordered on sheer violence. The Powderbuff’s bare breast was at a perfect height to be grabbed and groped and fondled, as she paid particular attention to the nipple and worked her most sensitive areas.

And then there was the space between Gisele’s legs, a field ripe for plowing. Sister Lucia’s thigh found a home there and began to slide against her most intimate of places, rubbing back and forth, trying to work her into a frenzy.

She only broke away from her sensual assault for a moment, just to pepper light kisses along her opponent’s neck and continue her verbal assault. ”Prepare to reap the whirlwind.” She dragged her tongue down the length of Gisele’s neck. ”Little whore.”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc was in the corner, struggling still. And Sister Lucia was already on top of her again. This time, she was looking to focus far more on the more sexual aspect of this match. And despite her rather reserved ideals of what a woman should be, and her disdain for the Powderbuff as a whole, she began to press a rather forceful kiss into her mouth. Gisele whined in protest. Something she could push away for it not for the hand on her breast too, making her gasp sharply as it was groped. She was distracted now, moaning into her assailant's mouth.

A high pitched squeak came from the French-Canadian's mouth too when she felt the leg running against her covered crotch. The moans grew louder as Gisele began to melt against her opponent. Her powerful body trembling at this multi-pronged sexual attack. She closed her eyes tight, trying to resist it as best she could. She's weathered worse--but this was dangerous territory in a big way.

Then, the kiss broke, allowing Gisele to take deep, heavy breaths of air as she writhed in the corner, body shaking. A hot exhale of arousal escaped her lips after, when Lucia's lips and tongue were against her neck. She whimpered and closed her eyes tight. She wasn't about to let Lucia use her like this. Not without some kind of fight. Not this nasty individual. With a soft groan, LeBlanc made a move, if only to stop the Holy Roller for a moment. Summoning all of her willpower, the Powderbuff forced a break, pulling her elbow back, then attempted to blast her in the side of the head with an elbow strike! A move that probably didn't have the power behind it that it should have had. But it would have enough to make a statement clear: she wouldn't take this lying down.

[BlackAkuma]

As much disdain as she had for this strumpet, Sister Lucia would lying if she said that she didn’t find the woman attractive - at least, physically. Her body was impressive work. Although the two of them were nearly identical in size and weight, it was clear that they both spent their time in different parts of the gym. So much refined muscle, such hardened skin. It was indeed a treat to grind against her.

But more than that, there was the thrill of using the woman’s own tactics against, of dominating her, of being the sexual superior. It was altogether fitting and appropriate - what better way to cure the whore of her sin than to make it anathema to her. And if Sister Lucia enjoyed the process, that was all well and good…

She was just getting into the moment, truly taking it in, when the Powerderbuff retaliated with a hardy elbow shot. It wasn’t her best, she could tell that much, but it still had enough power to rock Sister Lucia’s jaw, spin her around her, and sent her staggering a step away. Worst of it all, it forced an unwelcome break. The Powderbuff truly did not want to be in this corner, did she?

Too bad.

Instead of turning around to face her, Lucia threw her body backwards, brought her leg over in an arc, and tried to hit Gisele clean in the face with a Pele Kick.