In the Hall of the Pharaoh - Sahar Abia vs Nicia

"I-I c-can't h-hold it....!! S-stopp...!" Nicia pleaded as Sahar denied her from a release yet keep stimulating her.

She clawed the mat, trying to pull herself away slightly to no avail, doing whatever she could just to hang on until the Pharaoh gave her mercy. Thankfully, it didn't take too long before Sahar decided to allow her the orgasm.

"Aaaaahhh...! Iyaaahhn...!!" Nicia moaned as she bucked her lower half, her juices flowing out to coat the fingers of Sahar while she writhed in pleasure on the mat. "Oohh... g-gawd... n-no..."

The match had gone on for a while now and Sahar was ready to in end it.  She continued to keep on pumping Nicia until she finally told her that she could cum where she would stop.  “I see you have learned your place!” stated the Pharaoh as she then stopped pumping her opponent.  The purple hair Egyptian would now get back on her feet before attempting to grab her fellow Egyptian hair.  If successful she would then attempt to get Nicia on her feet before trying to place her head in between her legs, setting her up for something big.

Nicia was so devastated with how her debut went to say the least. Not only Sahar destroyed her in combat, she also humiliated her to the fullest by forcing her to come in front of the audience on her command. She felt like she's just some kind of pet to her compatriot like this. In private, it might be a little exciting, but in front of the crowds like this, it was just a bit too much for her to bear. She barely resisted as Sahar picked her up and placed her up between her legs, drained both physically and mentally as it was.

Sahar did not have much difficulty placing Nicia in between her thighs. “Alright time to end this.” declared the Pharaoh as she would then bend down and wrap her hands around Nicia waist. She would then attempt to lift her opponent up and seat her on her shoulders. Assuming that went according to plan, she would give a lick on Nicia sex before attempting to do a sit out power on her fellow Egyptian, performing her finisher, tomb maker.

Nicia briefly heard what Sahar said about ending the match, and felt like it was finally time. She braced herself for whatever would come her way, hoping it wouldn't really be something that'd embarrass her further. As her body was swung and lifted up by Sahar, she closed her eyes, although he licking on her wet sex made her twitched and opened them a bit, her lips eliciting a soft moan that turned into a yelp as the Pharaoh then slammed her to the mat.

"Agh!" the platinum blonde haired girl cried and limped within the bigger girl's grasps, as the ref would start counting.

All she's hearing was echoes as her world seemed to spin again from the crash.

Sahar had managed to lift her opponent up before slamming Nicia with her finisher, Tomb Maker. After hearing the impact, the Pharaoh would lie on top of her opponent as the referee would slide beside them. She would then raise her hand getting ready to slam her hand on the ground to count the pin.

“ONE!”

With that, the Pharaoh would let out a smile as she would wait for the referee to finish counting and declare her the winner of the match?

"TWO!"

Nicia remained motionless as the referee continued the count, clearly too weakened to do anything significant that could change the result of this match. In the back of her mind she knew she stood little chance against Sahar. This kind of result, however, was far from her imagination. Her friend had gone far ahead of her, and she might need a lifetime of catching up as it was... Still, something felt so familiar about being toyed around by Sahar like this. It brought back memories, not necessarily good ones, but still made her felt like she's home, somehow.

"THREE!"

As the referee finalized the count, Nicia let out a sigh and closed her eyes. It seemed like she would have a lot to do here in Japan...

The Pharaoh watch as the referee hand slammed the mat a second time before being followed by a third time. The bell would then ring as the Pharaoh would get, a large smile was on her face as she the referee would raise her hand to the air. The purple hair wrestler would then place her boot right on top of Nicia chest, posing for a moment or two. Once that was done, she would attempt to grab Nicia arm and lift her up before throwing her over her shoulder and then carrying her out of the makeshift ring. After all, Nicia was her slave and the Pharaoh had shown her fellow Egyptian where her place was. Now it was time for Sahar to enjoy her prize.