AV 15 Hentai Title Kumis Match: Natasha Loclear(C) Vs. Sahar Abia "The Pharoah"

Sahar watched her opponent charging at her before she decided to place her knee up to hit her in the face. The Pharaoh plan work, well somewhat, as she did manage to hit the Hentai champion but in the chest, not the face. Still it sent her opponent off course and into the Kumis doing its job. The purple hair wrestler would then make her way to her French opponent before trying to stomp her back several times, wanting to make sure she stayed in Kumis as long as possible. "Drink up, Natasha." stated the Pharaoh in a mocking tone.

Natasha shakily pushed herself up out of the kumis after her unceremonious landing, the alcohol dripping from her soaking wet blue locks as she rose upwards. She was forced right back down into it a moment later, Sahar driving her foot down into the small of her back repeatedly, Natasha gasping for air only to drink down several mouthfuls of the kumis instead. She needed to get up out of the pool but with the Pharaoh standing on top of her it was all she could do just to crawl a few inches forward.

Now feeling confident on how the match was going, Sahar was ready to end it now.  She would now attempt to step on Natasha's legs, trying to pin her opponent down in place.  The purple hair wrestler would then try to slap her opponent sides to made her hands go back where she would then try to grab them.  If everything work, she would then try to roll back and place her opponent in a Mexican Ceiling hood for a few moments before letting go with her arms and trying to wrap it around her opponent head, now trying to transit into a dragon sleeper hold.  Using her free finger, she would then attempt to start to finger her opponent sex, performing her finisher, Flood of the Nile.

Natasha's mind may have been in a haze after that missed tackle and while the gulps of kumis she drank weren't helping her either she could not miss the signs of what Sahar had in mind for her. The ceiling hold was one of her favorite holds and when she felt the weight on the back of her legs the bluenette knew what she couldn't do, however knowing and doing are two very different things and when she felt the slaps at her sides her alcohol addled mind reacted without thought. She went to grab at the hands only to be caught herself and with a single shout of distress she was lifted out of the kumis and hoisted up above Sahar.

She fought, tugging with her arms at the grip Sahar had on her but the moment she got her arms free the Pharaoh got an arm around her neck, choking Natasha who gasped in her struggles for oxygen. What she didn't expect, even in the back of her mind, was the hand that slid up between her legs, its fingers pushing their way past the vulva of Natasha's sex, the Frenchwoman moaning upon their entry as her options became limited to two. Outlast Sahar's ability to keep her up or cum, and she wasn't going to cum here.

Sahar managed to lift her opponent up and get Natasha in her finishing move, Flood of the Nile.  Lifting her opponent was tiring her out but she was now working her sex and attempting to knock her out as well with the dragon sleep hold.  Though the Flood of the Nile had a second negative effect in, it placed her very close to the Kumis and it was starting to affect her.  Thus, she would now start to go at a faster pace on Natasha sex, trying to make her cum sooner so that she could win the match.

“How you holding up there Natasha?  Enjoying having your body being displaying in such a fashion?  Well if you can't handle it, just cum and it will be all over or just give up.  Either one is fine by me.” stated the Pharaoh as she would continue to finger her opponent while still holding her up.

Natasha turned her head to glare down at the woman beneath her, her teeth grinding together as she fought to restrain herself from crying out like she wanted to, that her body needed to do desperately. She was shaking but so too was the Pharaoh, Natasha quite aware of the toll such a move took on the body both women involved, betting that she could endure the pleasure assailing her longer than Sahar could hold her aloft. Her throat was burning with that arm tightly coiled around it, Natasha tugging at the offending hand with her own.

Holding up Natasha was taking it toll on Sahar who was now getting tired. She was surprised that her opponent had not cum or been knock out by the blow. Unable to hold her opponent up anymore, the Pharaoh would remove her finger from her opponent sex before push Natasha to the side as she let go of her opponent. The Pharaoh would then take a moment to catch her breath before trying to get back to her feet.

The strain on Natasha's back was rapidly approaching the point of no return for the Frenchwoman who had always prided herself on her flexibility and tolerance for pain, just as any submission artist should. However even she couldn't endure forever and if this went on for too much longer she wasn't sure how well she'd be able to move afterward. This time though it was her opponent who gave in first, Sahar dropping Natasha onto her side with a solid splash, not that it mattered much for they were both drenched by that point. Natasha laid there, one hand clutching at her back while the other clawed at the floor to drag herself away from the Pharaoh, not wanting to be within easy reach if she could help it.

Now having caught her breath, the Pharaoh would quickly scan the ring as she got up, looking for her opponent. The Egyptian would spot her opponent now crawling away from her. Not wanting to give up her advantage, Sahar would give chase, taking several steps towards her French opponent before getting close. Once within reach, she would attempt to deliver several stomps on Natasha back, trying to do more damage on the Hentai Champion already damaged back. She knew that the longer that Natasha was down on the ground, the more the Kumis would affect her, so this tactic would prove to be useful on two fronts.

The crowd was completely focused on the beating Sahar was putting on the Hentai Champion at the moment, eager to see if they were on their way to seeing a new champion crowned! ...That is, until the arena lights suddenly went out, and all went pitch black. Scattered murmurs spread through the crowd as people wondered what had happened. Technical difficulties, or a power failure maybe? Initially that might’ve seemed quite possible, but it wasn’t the reality of the situation.

In the darkness, a lone figure was sneaking her way into the pool of kumis. Moments later the lights came back on, and standing right behind the challenger was none other than Minerva! Wearing a purple bikini and a wide smirk, the Danish queen immediately threw her arms around Sahar’s waist, then attempted to hoist the girl up so she could slam her onto her neck and upper back with a vicious backdrop suplex!