Lisa rose slowly from her corner, her bare chest rising and falling as she rolled her neck and stretched her arms. The ache in her ribs, the welts across her breasts, the bruises on her thighs—they all pulsed with every heartbeat. But none of it stung as much as what had just happened. Diane had taken a fall from her. Not just taken it—humiliated her in the process.
Lisa had never lost like that before, never been brought to submission by another woman’s orgasm pressed into her face. It seared into her mind, a stain she couldn’t scrub away. Rage simmered beneath her skin, hotter than the pain, more violent than her breath. She’d tasted defeat, and it was bile. That humiliation had awakened something primal, something feral. And Diane would suffer for it.
Her sweat-drenched shorts clung to her hips, the only remaining armor she wore. Across from her, Diane stood naked, her muscles taut and coiled, hair damp and wild around her flushed, furious face.
They moved at the same time.
The sound of their bodies colliding was thunder. Skin on skin. Flesh slamming flesh. Their arms tangled instantly, shoulders slamming together as they struggled for grip. Diane let out a ragged grunt and drove her knee up into Lisa’s ribs, folding the brunette slightly. Lisa retaliated with a savage slap across Diane’s face, followed by a forearm smashed into the blonde’s collarbone. Diane staggered back a step, and Lisa surged forward—only to be caught by a brutal headlock.
Diane wrenched Lisa’s neck down and twisted, forcing her to bend at an awkward angle. The pressure in the headlock was intense, Diane’s bicep grinding against Lisa’s jaw as she dragged her stumbling around the ring like a captured beast. Lisa’s arms flailed, her hands gripping at Diane’s waist and back, but every breath was a struggle under the crushing hold. Her face flushed crimson, veins bulging at her temples.
Lisa dropped to one knee, gasping, teeth clenched, her hands trembling as they pressed against Diane’s ribs. For a moment, it looked like Diane had full control—until Lisa roared with adrenaline-fueled rage and launched herself upward. She exploded off her bent knee, her body a missile, and drove Diane back-first into the nearest turnbuckle with a bone-jarring crash. The impact echoed like a gunshot in the hollow gym. Diane’s arms flew wide as her body hit the corner, and the hold broke with a ragged gasp from her lips, pain blooming across her spine.
Lisa stepped back, her eyes flashing, chest heaving—but she wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
Lisa rammed her shoulder into Diane’s belly three times in quick succession, each hit lifting the blonde off her feet. Diane gasped, her back arching in pain. Lisa stepped back, then delivered a hard backhand across Diane’s chest, making her stumble.
Lisa grabbed Diane’s arms and wrenched them over the top ropes, spreading her wide and trapping her. Diane struggled, but Lisa stepped in, driving a forearm smash into her chest, then another, each blow flattening Diane against the turnbuckle. Lisa dropped to a knee and hammered a punch deep into Diane’s abs, then another, grinding her knuckles in cruel circles into her opponent’s tender core. Diane’s knees buckled, but Lisa held her upright by the wrists, tormenting her with a grin.
Lisa leaned in, pressing her bare chest against Diane’s, and whispered in her ear. “You’re going to regret coming back for more.”
Then Lisa stepped back and delivered a blistering slap across Diane’s face before grabbing her by the arm and jerking her out from the corner.
Lisa yanked her forward and flipped her onto the mat with a hip toss. Diane landed hard, gasping. She wrapped her arm around Diane’s neck from behind, locking in a sleeper. Diane clawed at her arms, legs flailing, hips bucking. Lisa held the choke, whispering into her ear.
“Go to sleep, bitch. Go limp for me.”
Diane fought. Desperately. Her elbows slammed back into Lisa’s ribs. Once. Twice. A third hit deep and hard, and Lisa’s grip faltered. Diane twisted violently, slipping free, and immediately tackled Lisa down. The two rolled, a tangle of limbs and sweat, before Diane landed on top.
This time, Diane mounted Lisa with a vengeance.
She sat high on Lisa’s chest, pinning her arms beneath her knees, grabbing her by the hair. Lisa’s breasts heaved as she bucked and snarled, but Diane had her locked down.
“Payback time,” she hissed.
Diane drove a slap into Lisa’s face. Then another. Then a third. She twisted Lisa’s head side to side by the hair, humiliating her, grinning as Lisa writhed beneath her. She leaned down and seized both of Lisa’s nipples between her fingers, twisting and pulling viciously. Lisa screamed through clenched teeth, her back arching as the pain shot through her chest. Diane didn’t stop—she rolled and kneaded the sensitive peaks cruelly, pinching the tender flesh until it throbbed, then giving each nipple a sharp, sadistic flick that made Lisa buck beneath her. Diane’s face was alight with feral glee as she dug her knuckles in and ground them down, alternating twisting one and then the other in opposite directions, wrenching ragged gasps and desperate howls from Lisa’s clenched jaw.
Lisa thrashed beneath Diane’s hold, her body twisting with desperate fury. Every attempt to break free was met with Diane’s crushing weight and the cruel twist of her nipples. But Lisa focused through the pain. Slowly, agonizingly, she shifted her hips, inch by inch, working her legs into a stronger base. Diane tried to readjust, snarling, but Lisa’s arm suddenly slipped free.
With a growl, Lisa grabbed Diane’s side and twisted violently, but Diane fought the roll with everything she had, their bodies locked in a vicious tug-of-war. Diane raked her nails across Lisa’s flank, trying to stop the reversal, but Lisa’s strength surged through. After a brutal struggle, Lisa finally muscled Diane over, the blonde slamming hard into the mat with a gasp.
Winded and stunned, Diane couldn’t stop Lisa from mounting her waist. Lisa straddled her with brutal purpose, her body quivering with rage as she planted her feet firmly on either side of Diane's trembling form. With a snarl, Lisa dropped to her knees just above Diane’s hips and seized her opponent’s breasts in both hands. Her fingers curled like talons, digging into the swollen, sensitive flesh. She twisted and pulled violently, wringing fresh screams from the blonde beneath her. Diane thrashed, her body arching in pain as Lisa mauled her tits with merciless precision, rolling and grinding her knuckles into the bruised curves, alternating brutal pinches with searing slaps that made Diane’s chest quake. Lisa’s eyes burned as she leaned forward, letting her snarled breath wash across Diane’s face while she continued the savage assault, each motion calculated to draw the most pain possible from her writhing opponent.
Lisa didn’t pause. She stood, grabbed Diane’s feet, spread them and viciously stomped her exposed pussy. Diane’s scream echoed off the gym walls. Lisa wasn’t done. She stomped again, the ball of her foot grinding mercilessly into Diane’s exposed, swollen clit. Diane howled, her hips jerking violently, hands scrabbling at Lisa’s leg like claws on fire. Lisa snarled, pressing harder, twisting her foot in a slow, vicious grind that made Diane’s scream climb an octave. Lisa leaned forward, grabbing Diane’s thighs to keep her pinned as her heel worked with sick precision, crushing the hypersensitive bud beneath her full weight. Diane’s back arched off the mat, mouth open in a ragged, soundless scream, her entire body locked in paralyzed agony as Lisa’s face remained a cold mask of satisfaction—unflinching, merciless, and utterly in control.
Diane thrashed and wailed, her hands clawing at Lisa’s ankle, but Lisa pressed harder, her face a mask of sadistic satisfaction. She knelt down, gripped Diane’s thighs, and opened her up wide before unleashing a series of punishing palm strikes to her abused mound. Each slap echoed in the gym, each one drawing a hoarse cry from Diane’s throat. Her body bucked under Lisa’s relentless assault, but Lisa controlled her completely, alternating between sharp slaps and grinding her knuckles down onto Diane’s throbbing clit until the blonde was gasping, broken, tears streaking her cheeks.
Diane shrieked. Her legs thrashed, her fingers digging into the mat. Lisa wrenched harder, her eyes blazing.
“Submit, Diane. Scream it. Let me hear you break.”
Diane tried to rise but Lisa grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back into the mat, pinning her with a dominant snarl. Then Lisa shifted upward slightly, her knees pinning Diane’s biceps, her bare breasts heaving with exertion. With Diane helpless beneath her, Lisa reached back and raked her nails down Diane’s thighs, eliciting a strangled cry. Grinning, she hooked one of Diane’s legs and bent it cruelly forward, forcing the blonde’s body into an agonizing fold. Diane's hips rose off the canvas, her spine curved brutally as Lisa pressed her weight forward, bending her in half and locking her down with methodical, vicious intent.
With her opponent folded cruelly, Lisa leaned deep into the hold—a sadistic variation of the matchbook pin that sent shockwaves of pain through Diane's bent spine. Diane's body trembled beneath the crushing pressure, her knees nearly touching her ears, her core compressed mercilessly. Lisa adjusted her position slightly, shifting her weight higher onto Diane's hips, forcing the blonde's lower back into a more excruciating arch. Diane's face was jammed sideways into the mat, her breath shallow, lips trembling with pain. Lisa’s bare chest hovered just above Diane’s contorted thighs as she pushed harder, grinding down deliberately, savoring each tortured gasp that escaped her rival’s lips. The canvas beneath them grew slick with sweat as the hold stretched on, every second wringing another layer of resistance from Diane's shattered form.
Lisa curled her fingers into Diane’s mouth again.
Fishhook.
She yanked.
Diane shrieked, her throat raw, spit flying from her lips as Lisa's brutal fishhook forced her mouth into a grotesque snarl. The searing pain in her cheeks and jaw combined with the twisting agony in her spine left her gasping like a drowning woman.
“Submit!” Lisa roared again, louder this time, her voice echoing off the battered gym walls. She yanked harder, forcing Diane’s mouth open unnaturally wide, her fingers dug so deep into the corner of Diane’s mouth that tears sprang from the blonde’s clenched eyes.
Her other hand slid down Diane’s sweat-soaked body, past her heaving belly, and plunged between her trembling thighs. Without warning, Lisa shoved two fingers deep into Diane’s exposed pussy and began to finger-fuck her with ruthless force. Diane let out a strangled, guttural wail—part scream, part sob—as the sudden invasion lit every nerve in her abused body on fire.
Lisa’s fingers pistoned with brutal rhythm, curling upward to rake against the trembling walls of Diane’s sex. Her palm ground against Diane’s clit, cruelly mashing the sensitive nub with every thrust. Diane’s back arched even harder in agony, her legs flailing beneath the overwhelming assault. The shame and pain mingled, coiling deep in her gut as Lisa forced cries from her with every pump of her hand.
“I said scream it!” Lisa snarled, yanking her fishhooking grip tighter until Diane’s mouth stretched wide in agony, lips torn raw. Lisa’s fingers slammed in and out of Diane’s soaked, defenseless pussy, the wet slaps loud and humiliating. Each thrust dragged a new scream from the blonde’s throat, her battered folds clenching helplessly around Lisa’s ruthless intrusion. Lisa sneered, twisting her wrist inside, knuckles grinding cruelly against Diane’s swollen walls. "You’re dripping, you nasty little whore. You like being broken, don’t you?" she growled, her palm smashing against Diane’s clit with each brutal pump. Diane sobbed, her body shaking, mouth wrenched open by the fishhook as she fought to endure the degrading torment.
Diane’s limbs flailed uselessly. Her legs kicked. Her voice broke.
“Aaaagh—I submit! I give! Please, just let go! I SUBMIT!” Diane’s scream was broken, raw with desperation and pain. Her body trembled violently as the torment overwhelmed every remaining ounce of defiance. Her legs spasmed, hips twitching beneath Lisa’s punishing weight. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat and saliva on her contorted face. Her voice cracked with a final choked sob. “You win... just let me go...”
Lisa held it a moment longer. Then she let go.
Diane collapsed, sobbing into the mat.
Lisa rose slowly, hair wild, chest heaving, sweat cascading down her bare chest and soaking her shorts. Her green eyes burned with cruel anticipation.
She peeled off her drenched shorts, baring herself completely, then turned and stepped over Diane’s broken, trembling form. With a sadistic smirk, Lisa dropped to her knees and planted herself in a reverse facesit over Diane’s face, her bare ass sealing off Diane’s breath. Diane writhed weakly beneath her, but Lisa had already hooked Diane’s legs up and folded them brutally forward, locking the blonde into a humiliating matchbook.
Lisa leaned forward, trapping Diane’s ankles beneath her armpits, her entire weight pressing down into Diane’s face.
“You know what to do,” Lisa growled. “Eat. Or I’ll make you wish you had.”
Diane moaned something unintelligible into Lisa’s slick heat, her lips moving, tongue obeying slowly—reluctantly.
Lisa let out a low, guttural groan of satisfaction, her eyes fluttering half-closed. But she wasn’t done.
With Diane’s legs still pinned wide and folded cruelly above her, Lisa reached back between her opponent’s thighs and drove her fist deep into Diane’s battered, vulnerable pussy. Her knuckles slid in with disturbing ease—Diane’s abused slit was soaked, slick with involuntary arousal and sweat. The obscene wet sound of the penetration echoed as Lisa pushed deeper, her knuckles spreading the drenched folds wide. Diane screamed into Lisa’s flesh, the vibrations only adding to Lisa’s sick pleasure.
"That’s right, scream into my cxnt, you nasty little slut," Lisa snarled. "You’re so fucking wet, your hole wants this."
Diane whimpered into the smothering heat, her tongue moving without thought, overwhelmed by the brutal fisting and degradation. Lisa chuckled low and cruel, her voice thick with arousal and dominance. "This is where you belong, under me, used up, broken. Your pussy’s begging for more and I’m gonna give it to you."
Lisa’s fist twisted again, stretching Diane’s soaked tunnel mercilessly. "Say you love it," she demanded. "Say you love getting split open by the bitch who owns you."
Diane's muffled cries vibrated against Lisa's slick flesh, each pitiful whimper feeding Lisa's savage lust for control. The sounds were wet, broken, and desperate—proof of Diane's complete submission. Lisa laughed low in her throat, her fist plunging deeper into Diane's soaked, yielding pussy, feeling every clench, every spasm. "Yeah, that's it," she growled, grinding down harder with her hips. "Cry for me, slut. Let the whole world hear how much you love being destroyed."
Lisa began to fist her with deliberate cruelty, twisting her wrist, driving deeper, her thrusts merciless. Her knuckles stretched Diane’s tender walls wide with every punishing thrust, the intrusion raw and unrelenting. Lisa’s other hand reached around to grip Diane’s hip, yanking her harder into each plunge. Diane’s entire body jerked with each brutal invasion, her thighs twitching, her spine arched in spasmodic surrender. The pain seared through her, but the humiliation was worse—being laid bare, dominated and used. She sobbed into the smothering flesh above her, overwhelmed by the torrent of agony and shame. Lisa’s breath came in short, savage gasps as she increased the tempo, her arm a piston, burying deeper with each thrust. Diane’s body began to spasm involuntarily, her cries reduced to helpless muffled whimpers. She wasn’t just drowning—she was being obliterated.
“Keep licking, you disgusting fucking whore,” Lisa growled, grinding her ass down even harder against Diane's struggling face. “Get that tongue deeper, slut, or I’ll smother you until you pass out choking on my pussy. You want to breathe? Then moan my name like the desperate little cxnt you are.”
Lisa’s arm kept working in a relentless, brutal rhythm, her fist plunging deep again and again into Diane’s soaked, gaping pussy. Diane’s cries had become hysterical sobs, her voice cracking under the strain of total physical and emotional devastation. Each cruel thrust pushed her body further past its limits, raw nerves flaring with a mix of unbearable pain and unwanted, overwhelming pleasure.
“Fuck, your pussy’s swallowing my whole goddamn arm,” Lisa growled, her voice low and savage. “You’re dripping all over me. You fucking love this, don’t you?”
Diane tried to shake her head, but Lisa’s reverse facesit held her locked tight beneath her. Her hips jerked wildly with every plunge, her inner walls fluttering, pulsing helplessly around Lisa’s unyielding hand. The shameful sound of wet flesh echoed with each thrust—lewd, violent, undeniable.
Lisa felt it in her wrist first—the frantic spasms starting to grip her more tightly.
“There it is,” Lisa hissed. “You’re fucking coming again.”
Diane screamed into her pussy, the vibration rattling against Lisa’s clit. Her entire body arched and shuddered as a massive orgasm ripped through her, wave after humiliating wave. Lisa didn't slow down—her fist kept pounding, milking the climax deeper and longer, drawing more wetness from her than Diane even thought possible.
“No... no more...” Diane sobbed, legs flailing helplessly.
But Lisa leaned down, putting even more weight on her victim’s chest, and whispered venomously, “One’s not enough, you greedy bitch.”
And Diane came again.
Her pussy clenched so tightly around Lisa’s knuckles it was as if her body was trying to pull Lisa all the way inside. Her thighs jerked, her stomach spasmed, her voice cracked in a broken scream as another orgasm tore through her shattered body. Her eyes rolled back. She couldn't stop it. She couldn’t even beg anymore. The pleasure was torture. The torture was pleasure.
Lisa moaned—deeply, gutturally.
Her hips bucked forward, grinding her drenched slit across Diane’s gasping mouth. Diane’s nose and lips were slick with Lisa’s juices, her tongue limp with exhaustion. But Lisa grabbed two fistfuls of Diane’s hair, pulled her face tighter into the suffocating heat, and threw her head back with a scream of her own.
“Oh fuck, take it—TAKE IT—fucking TAKE IT—”
Lisa’s body locked as the orgasm detonated through her.
She squirted violently, hips twitching, juices spilling across Diane’s gasping face, soaking her hair, her cheeks, her eyes. Diane whimpered into it, utterly destroyed, her face painted with Lisa’s final, victorious release.
Lisa stayed there for a moment longer, letting her weight sag fully into the smothered wreck beneath her. Both of them trembled—one broken, one dominant.
Finally, Lisa rose.
She stood unsteadily at first, then straightened fully, legs trembling, breasts heaving. Sweat rolled down her bare body. Her thighs glistened. Her lips curled into a crooked, exhausted, satisfied smile.
Diane lay unmoving, limbs sprawled, eyes glassy, mouth open, smeared in sweat, squirt, and tears. Her chest barely rose. She was done.
Lisa didn’t say a word.
She stepped out of the ring without looking back—naked, victorious, and radiating raw dominance—leaving Diane broken, used, and soaked in defeat.
