VIP vs Grace Kenning - LAW Apex Qualifer

[Fairy Dragon]

One last knee to the belly had VIP staggered. As confident as she was now she was still badly hurt, doubling over and even falling on her ass after taking the blow to her abs that she didn't have the ability to protect herself from. The fall would have been a prime moment to attack before but Grace could barely stand, only being able to stay up because of the strap, still it was a moment of peace for her to know that she had hurt Vanessa even though she was not happy about how this match played out int he end. She knew that what came next would be long and painful, preparing for something terrible and being met with something that would somehow manage to top it with those painful stomps.

"Auuggh!" Grace groaned when the first stomp hit her stomach. Grace weakly pulled against her restraints while she weakly sputtered out but pressed against the rack by Vanessa there was no where to go but take the next few stomps as well. "Oooogghh!.....Ouuuuhh![...../color]" Grace soon felt the air in her lungs leaving her unable to scream, still feeling Vanessa's boot hit her hard and stay there squeezing the life out of her before pulling away to hit her again. Her legs lost all power after the 5th stomp, and she was back to sagging on the rack, her face red and eyes rolling back while she tried and failed to endure the pain her stomach was in.

[Dubski]

After enough stomps, Vanessa had realized that Grace was finally out of commission, suffering against the rack. With a sneer, she stepped back, shaking her head with disdain. "Absolutely pathetic," said Price, giving a final stomp to Kenning's stomach. She would then waste no time fulfilling what she said she was going to do. Having completely ensured that Grace couldn't fight back now, she was ready to strip her down.

Grabbing hold of Grace's panties, VIP yanked down down her legs and then clear off of her, throwing the garment aside. Then Price would go behind her opponent and grab her bra, doing the same thing she had done with her top by taking her hurt arm out, then letting it stay on the shoulder of her cuffed arm. Then, Vanessa I. Price would grab hold of her hurt arm, locking in a standing arm bar, forcing Grace to be displayed to the crowd in her completely nude position, humiliating her poor opponent. "Go on, Grace! Got anything smart to say now!? Got anything bold to say to me!?" taunted Vanessa spitefully.

[Fairy Dragon]

The pain was too much, Grace'd body had given out after too many stomps and being unable to even defend herself. "Mggh..." Grace moaned, low enough that no one but VIP could hear it, her foot pressed into Grace's abs and went as far as she wanted it too. It was the last sign that Grace was truly beaten, the only thing keeping the match from ending was Vanessa not putting on the final strap and securing Grace to it. She was determined to strip her, pulling off her panties with ease and only struggling with taking off her bra because she couldn't get it past her bra..and soon she grabbed her hurt arm not to finish the match but to force her up and pull her up and into an arm bar to keep her from hiding or covering up.

"Nnngaah..Nooaahh.." Grace whimpered, the pain was bad but this was the most humiliating thing she had been put through. She'd never been exposed like this in wrestling, now she was completely nude with her chest forced to stick out, she couldn't even turn or use her tired legs to hide her groin. Vanessa had completely stripped her down and despite Grace being a strong fighter she was unprepared for this kind of humiliation, tears started to fall down her face while she heard Vanessa's taunting. "Alright...You won...just...end it.." Grace muttered, too weak to even scream anymore, but she knew she was beat.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price soaked in the humiliation of her opponent, preening happily as she she heard Grace submitting to her, and noticing her crying. It felt immensely satisfying to see Kenning's suffering, especially after her bold proclamation to teach her a lesson earlier in their fight. And now Price had shown she was not to be trifled with to an opponent who was far bigger and stronger than her. "I win... Oh, no. I haven't won yet, Kenning. I still need to put you on that rack. Where everyone can see your entire body spread out. Can I take your word that you aren't going to fight back? Hm?" asked Kenning, smirking happily.

She didn't wait for her response. VIP reached up and then finally unstrapped Grace's arm, allowing it to be freed finally, at least for now. She had every intention to strap her entire body in once more. And so, Vanessa would then grab Grace by her pony tail, wrapping it around her hand twice before yanking her up. Grabbing a firm grasp on Kenning's ass, she would then try to lift Kenning up onto the cold, metal torture rack, ready to strap her on it and win her match.

[Fairy Dragon]

Vanessa couldn't let the match end, it told everyone how she needed to do more after coming so close to losing to Grace but right now Grace couldn't really enjoy that feeling. The embarrassment was too much to feel any sense of victory, and close to winning wasn't a win. When VIP let her out of the strap Grace slipped to the floor with a thud before she laid there, only to have her hair pulled around Vanessa's arm and her butt grabbed before she was pulled back up to suffer some more.

Grace didn't say anything else, just trying to look down or away from all of the staring eyes even whens he was placed on the torture rack, body exposed but trying to ignore it and just let what happened next happen. She knew that nothing that came next would be good, but she also knew that her body didn't even have the strength to throw a punch anymore, fighting off Vanessa was simply impossible.

[Dubski]

Vanessa had wrestled Grace onto the torture rack now, completely unopposed. Her opponent was now compliant and that's exactly how she liked her foes the most. Preening happily, she would then roughly grab Kenning's first arm and then strap it in. Then the second arm. And then she would move down to the legs and strap in both of them to the rack as well. And the bell followed as Kenning's nude form was now spread on the cold torture rack, allowing the crowd to take in the sight of her. Looking satisfied as the bell rang, VIP was officially the winner in this bout, but the aftermath was only just beginning.

With a sigh, Price walked back to the top of the rack and then leaned forward onto Grace's shoulder with a smirk. "Look at that... I win," said VIP, her hand idly moving to Grace's breast, starting to trace her finger nail along it, circling her nipple. "So much boldness you had... Kenning, say that I win. Declare that Vanessa I. Price beat you," said Vanessa, giving Kenning's nipple a pinch. "I don't think you want to know what happens if you don't, hmm?" said VIP with some menace to her voice, loving having the now completely helpless girl at her mercy.

[Fairy Dragon]

Grace didn't move a muscle that wasn't being moved for her from Vanessa's work strapping her into the rack, not only did the arms go without resistance but her legs followed until Grace was set up on the rack for what would be a long and painful situation. She barely heard the bell despite being fully awake, she hated everything going on here and wanted it to end. After everything she did Vanessa would not allow that, her finger would move close to her nipple as she would try to make Grace degrade herself after winning. Grace didn't like the touch or the fact that she was stark naked against cold steel in such an unforgiving position.

"Mmmh..I..I already said you...won.." Grace said perplexed on what the words she wanted to hear now mattered with all that had transpired. She was uncomfortable, tired, and completely drained mentally. She didn't mean to sound defiant, just confused about how far Vanessa wanted this to go. Even after all this, the kind of petty behavior of evil people still made no sense to her.

[Dubski]

Heaving an annoyed sigh, VIP rolled her eyes as she listened to Grace's confusion. Or defiance. Or whatever it was that Grace was trying to say. Perhaps she needed to make it more clear. Perhaps the fashionista wasn't giving her opponent enough clarity while she's in such a state. But she would make it more than clear.

Giving Grace's breast a hard, stinging slap, Vanessa then turns to grab at Grace's face around her cheeks. "I told you to declare that I beat you. In no uncertain terms. Let the world know that you lost to me. Despite how hard you tried, how bold you were, how noble you acted, you lost to me. Tell them I am better than you! Say it... or else," said Vanessa before releasing Grace's face and then giving a simple pound of her fist right onto Kenning's stomach, accenting her demand even further.

[Fairy Dragon]

However Grace meant it didn't matter to Vanessa, she didn't like that Grace didn't do what she said down to the letter and made that clear with an eye roll and a slap to her chest. "Agh!" Grace groaned, her body jumping from the hard slap while her chest shook and her face was pulled in close. Vanessa made her look right at her before telling her that she wanted Grace to be more clear about how she lost. She wanted her to be completely defeated and tell everyone that to feed VIP's massive ego, something she would punctuate with one more punch.

"Uggh!" Grace groaned as Vanessa's punch hit her stomach. It was a warning shot, but it still pushed into her belly with enough force to wind her. VIP could bring more once she really started. Grace knew she was beaten and her defiance was pretty much out of her, and she knew what might await her if she was a sore loser about things. Despite that, she shook her head, she had already given Vanessa what she wanted and admitted she won, if that wasn't enough for her nothing would do it and Grace still wouldn't budge much more than that even if she was humiliated and tired.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price had pounded her fist on the stomach of Kenning--the period to her demand. And still in Grace's helpless state, the girl shook her head, defying her once more. For a brief moment, VIP scowled at her nude foe, angry, but then... she smiled smugly. She would get her to do exactly what she wanted. With a sigh, Price ran a hand through her hair and then took the rack before tipping it down so Grace's body would be displayed for everyone, only this time upside down. "Stupid, stupid move, Kenning. You will comply. And you will tell everyone that I am your better! As a punishment for your absolutely dreadful superiority complex," said Price, looking down at Grace's face.

"You just shout out what I want whenever you feel like it," VIP stated calmly, before raising a hand to Grace's sex, starting to rub it. She wanted to start stimulating her defeated foe and bring a new layer of humiliation to her. She was going to get Kenning to shout that Vanessa was her better, or she would be shouting something entirely different.