Chloe Mason vs. Valley Doll - Best Foot Forward

Somewhere, deep in the swirling recesses of Valley’s mind, she realized the trouble she was in. She was down, and while hers and Chloe’s styles weren’t copy-paste, they were similar enough that she could imagine what would be coming next. An open target like this was too tempting to miss. Another kick wouldn’t be coming her way soon. Probably to the face.

But knowing something was coming and doing something about were two very different things. With her vision bleary, there was only so much she could do for defense. Few options. Few escapes.

She regained her just in time to register the foot planted on her knee. Enough time to look up, see the kick coming, and wince...but not to do anything else. The Glittering Warlock hit right on target, striking her hard in the side of her face and sending her flopping down to the mat, right on her chest. Valley stayed there, too - aside from a little movement and squirming, she was deftly still on the mat, defenseless as the stunned crowd looked on.

The hook kick before may not be Valley’s cup of tea when it comes to the vast arsenal of kicks, but the Glimmering Warlock would undoubtedly be. She knew, and even Valley knew what was coming once she was down on one knee. The ex-commissioner would take the chance that was offered right in front of her to down Valley with one kick. It was as if they knew each other so well. And yet, there wasn’t anything that could save her once that leg came barreling towards the Californian. A strike to the head and she was down on the mat, right onto her chest. No doubt, Sin was watching this and loving what she saw. That was something the Korean would have done.

Chloe would land onto the canvas, but her landing was far more comfortable than Valley’s as she was face-first onto the mat. She laid onto her side, her skirt moved to the side to show off those deadly bare legs, seeing Valley completely unable to move. At least temporarily. This was the part where Chloe could have set up a pin attempt and comfortably took the win. But with the way that Chloe wiggled her foot a bit in Valley’s face hinted something more…humiliating. Valley was a woman that is a real crowd-pleaser, so she would understand that Chloe sought to put on a show.

That and to put a point on who the superior woman was.

Valley would have a moment’s respite, but only a moment. The ex-commissioner would stand up, gracefully onto her own two feet. Grabbing Valley’s legs, she would pull her towards the corner. A brief moment in their journey had Chloe taking a look of Valley’s bare feet. It was quite the decision to not go in with her usual boots, perhaps having a different ending in mind. That wouldn’t be the case for Valley, not if Chloe had anything to say about it. Once Valley Doll was pulled and positioned underneath the turnbuckle, the other blonde would then elect to place her elbows on either side of the ropes and lift herself a few inches off the ground, showing off the entirety of her body in the process.

Then she let those feet of hers find Valley’s chest, working them over with her soles. Up and down, slowly at first, stirring the opponent the right way. They aren’t as bountiful as they have initially been but they still had the right size to them. The long maxi skirt hung down, draping the turnbuckle. She brushed the golden locks behind her as she looked down at the woman, smiling contemptuously. Right now, Valley was literally beneath her. And right now, Chloe was doing what she does best.

Valley’s brain was a swirling, swimming mess, feeling detached and disconnected. She was trying to make sense of her current situation, put it together into something coherent, but she was having trouble getting her brain to cooperate. She’d been kicked, right? It felt more like she’d taken a baseball bat to the cranium. The crowd sounded like they were miles away, everything was fuzzy, and was...was she moving?

She was definitely moving, or to be more specific, being moved. She was vaguely aware of her body sliding along the canvas, be laid up. She could see a figure looming above her, a woman in red, bringing her bare feet to her chest, and-

”Unh…” Valley moaned before she even knew what was happening, reacting to the pleasant sensation on her breast. She was used to get attention in that area - even after the surgery, it was still Ace’s favorite spot to play. But she couldn’t recall any sensations quite like this, her chest being worked over by deft toes, teased and twerked. Her back arched, her muscles tensed, she bit her lip...and then the full realization hit her.

”What...stop…” Groaning Valley tried to turn her body away from the pleasing feet, fighting the urges welling up inside, the temptation to just stay put and let the younger woman have her way.

Chloe knew that kick had to hurt, but it would also put Valley out for quite some time. The blonde wasn’t going to deal much of interruptions and the likes when she would drag Valley to the corner. At least while the woman is still docile. There wasn’t much time for her to waste, but she wasn’t moving with such haste either. For what she had in mind was something more unique than the crowd could ever witness. With everything in place, especially Chloe as she is propped on the turnbuckle, it was time to wake Valley up.

The ex-commissioner could just imagine the sight Valley would be greeted with. The sight of Chloe standing over her, while not fully trampling the woman, the Californian could still feel the weight. And then there were the feet that were deftly working on those breasts of hers through the pink top. What Chloe saw was a woman who is enjoying this very much, the sensations making her back arch and her lower lip bit. Her own ruby lips curled into a smile, one that was a mix of sultry and cruel. She looked down for a second and then back up at the crowd. There were so many eyes on her, so many camera flashes as they watch the maestro at her task. It was a peculiar sight; one they were fortunate to witness up close in real life.

Chloe flipped her hair back with a flourish as the crowd watched her pump her feet. Admittedly, Chloe had never done this remarkable move before, but from outward appearances, she looked like a natural. She was well-versed enough to know how to build it, put it all together and how to get the most out of her victim. This had ceased to be anything other than what it was, and Chloe wasn’t going to have it any other way. Chloe looked back down at the Californian native and increased the intensity.

She was moving her hips a little bit now, dipping left and raising right before reversing course and doing it again. Following their own music as she worked on them more. The performance would inevitably hit a snag as Valley would not stay incapacitated underneath Chloe. The blonde on top sought to put a stop to Valley’s protests by, quite literally, putting her mouth shut. One foot that was on Valley’s breast would move to snake inside her mouth while she’s moaning. And Chloe has done it many times to have gotten very accurate with it. She’d push her head down, not too hard that her full weight is on her, but Valley should still feel it. Especially on her chest as her toes curled on the bud underneath the fabric.

“Stay.”

Valley’s request to Chloe didn’t get answered, small surprise there. She kept forgetting that this was a humiliation match, one fought against a woman who seemed to have a vested interest in humiliating her, took glee from it. Of course she wouldn’t stop - not when the prize she was after was so close.

And it was close, too. Valley had never had her breasts played with like this before, but there was no denying how effective it was. It was an extremely inconvenient time and way to find out she had a new fetish, as each touch of the toes seemed to shoot raw electricity through her body. Even though she was still loopy, she probably could’ve forced her way up at this point, made some kind of real effort to escape, but her body refused to oblige. The pleasure was too great. It left her paralyzed.

Kaylee all over again.

She opened her mouth for another protest, only to have a dainty foot promptly shoved into it, gagging and pressing her back against the mat. This alone made everything exponentially worse, as the foot made struggling actively hurt her, forcing her jaw open wider and keep her head pressed to the canvas. It meant that every struggle gave her pain and pleasure, sinking her further into the quagmire. It was devious, destructive, and effective, and like this, she couldn’t even submit if she wanted to...certainly the way Chloe wanted it.

Closing her eyes to try and shut out the world around her, Valley tried to push at the foot in her mouth, but her attempts were weak, as if the foot on her breasts was sapping energy straight out of her. It might as well have been - as long as she was like this, she was Chloe’s prisoner.

Valley was not in a position to complain or to resist Chloe’s methods. So, it was no surprise that her request would get shut down, and as quickly as Chloe did. Chloe knew that Valley was utterly out of her element, even if she did agree to this match. While her bare feet would knead her breasts, the ex-commissioner pondered for a while on the many chances Valley could have taken to further humiliate the fellow blonde. Those opportunities wasted because she couldn’t string something together. As expected, when you try something new and you’re not used to things. Chloe, however, while not exactly a veteran like Valley, is definitely considered one when it comes to the art of humiliation.

After the brief moment, Chloe went back to focusing on Valley, watching every single reaction that came out of her. She moved her deft feet in many ways, having a little game plan with her movements. Chloe was most curious about what kind of way Valley liked it, moving in slightly different variations so that Valley wouldn’t get used to one particular style. Not everyone is the same, there’s always a different kind of flourish that someone likes. Once she did find that variation, it would be something Chloe could hammer it in until Valley gets swept in the waves of pleasure. From the looks of things, Valley already was. The insert of Chloe’s foot in her mouth sealed it, however. There. Now she can’t say anything. It wasn’t as if this is strictly verbal submission, and Chloe didn’t need Valley to talk. She’s not entirely broken into yet to admit to her true desires. The moans and how her body reacts to this was doing it for her.

Chloe kept going and going, letting Valley into her pleasure. Kneading her breasts until all of it was threatening to come out. Unbeknownst to Valley, Chloe was going easy on her in terms of the weight being placed onto her. And Valley doesn’t seem to be grateful of the fact, trying to push the foot out of her mouth. The ex-commissioner figured it was the time that Valley realised how privileged she was.

Because things could get a lot worse.

Chloe’s tactics of Valley’s breasts shifted, placing her toes between the nipple. When all of a sudden, Chloe would put more of her weight down on Valley than before, no longer holding herself up with the assistance of the ropes. But instead, seemingly standing right on top of Valley, rising up to her tiptoes. Letting the toes pinch onto that nipple as she stood on top, no doubt making things more uncomfortable for the Californian.

Not that she cared much about her comfort to begin with.

Valley was already seeing the problem, here, and it was a simple one - she shouldn’t have challenged Chloe to a humiliation match. She’d thought it wouldn’t be too big of  a leap for a woman with her match experience - after all, in practice, it wasn’t all that different from a submission or an I Quit match, and she’d done dozens of those in her time. All she had to do was embarrass Chloe to the point where she didn’t want anymore, and close up with that. It seemed so simple to think about, even now.

In practice, however, things were far more complicated. Leagues. She was a lioness trying to take on a shark in the ocean - both of them were lethal, but one of them was in her element while the other was fumbling in foreign territory. This could only go the way it was going.

Valley was on the floor, struggling, caught between mounting pain and rising pleasure, crushed on the twin pillars. Chloe’s feet were doing expert work, but she was being hampered by her need to breathe, courtesy of the foot shoved down her gullet. It was only getting worse, too, as the blonde applied more and more pressure, going deeper and deeper…

Valley’s squirming transitioned into full blown thrashing as the foot was suddenly plunging into her jaw, Chloe’s coming down with a much larger portion of her full weight. She wasn’t slapping at the leg anymore, she was beating on it with her fists, hammering away at the woman’s calves in a desperate attempt to get free. It wasn’t the most endearing display, but it was growing more necessary with each passing second, as the pain grew and her sight started to dim, spots forming in her visions and tears welling up in her eyes.

Some of the crowd winced as soon as Chloe began to drop more of her weight onto Valley. The sight that was before was perhaps one of the uniquely hottest things anyone in Tension has seen. Par for the course when it came to humiliation, her feet rubbing into Valley’s breasts like that. The sheer idea that she was deriving some sort of pleasure from it can be embarrassing enough for a woman like Valley. And although this wasn’t her first rodeo when it came to matches like these, she isn’t all used to it. Many had expected Chloe to try and make her cum like this. And while Chloe would agree with how good of an idea this is, she felt Valley hasn’t been broken into enough. Perhaps breaking her jaw might help with that.

Not that it was Chloe’s intention when she switched to something more painful. For instance, most of her weight was on Valley’s chest, not on her head and jaw. It wouldn’t be right given that she wouldn’t be able to balance just as well as she went up on the balls of her feet. She would for a moment, let her hands leave the ropes, merely posing like a goddess above a thrashing Valley, radiant in confidence and beauty. The crowd could see her calves flexing, showing the full extent of how sturdy those legs really are, something that was hidden until the victim actually feels it. "Mmmmhmhm... don't like it very much? Well, you just have to say so." The ex-commissioner chuckled as she stood on top, twirling a lock of golden hair as she stood on top in what might be considered a painful trampling session. "Hmmm...what's that? I'm sorry, I can't understand you. My foot makes it impossible to understand what you're saying. It must be very frustrating." She relished in seeing Valley’s eyes well up into tears, her fists hammering away at her calves. It was just as she imagined when she laid in bed, thinking upon the many ways she could humiliate her victim.

Needless to say, she doesn’t sleep much.

"Now that was much fun, wasn't it? Don't you worry, maybe if done a few times, you'll get used to it. Everyone does..." Chloe smirked. Eventually, she would relent, releasing her foot from Valley’s mouth. Sliding out and showing the vast amount of saliva onto it, indicating just how much actually went inside Valley. Despite the saliva dripping off, Chloe wanted Valley to see it. The famous weapons that were known by now to bring much humiliation and suffering to anyone that shares a ring with her. And she would use them to make Valley pay for her folly.

Chloe stepped off Valley, though she didn’t make it the most comfortable as she walked on Valley’s head, the foot slick with saliva forcibly rubbed off her face as if she was a doormat. But Chloe wouldn’t leave Valley there as she grabbed an arm and yanked her towards the middle of the ropes. Considering the amount of pain, she had been dealt with, Valley might be docile enough. Once she has gotten there, the ex-commissioner sought to use the top and middle rope to tie one arm, and hopefully, without trouble, the other arm as well, bringing her high enough for what comes next.

Valley’s thrashing only grew worse with each passing moment, going into a spastic fit. She reached out and grasped the ropes on pure reflex, her training kicking in, but that was pointless - there were no rope breaks here, nothing to cause a disqualification. It would only be over when she submitted to this torture, a prospect that was seeming more and more reasonable. She wanted to endure, wanted to keep fighting, wanted to deny Chloe the satisfaction she clearly craved, but was holding on to the truly worth all that she was enduring?

It did end, eventually, more or less. Chloe pulled her foot out of her mouth, at least, leaving Valley to gag on the lingering taste and spit out all of the dirt the woman had accumulated running about the ring. She still had to deal with the blonde’s weight on her, but that seemed like such a trifle by comparison.

When the woman walked off a moment later, Valley was too busy gasping and panting to do much of anything. She didn’t push away when her face was used as a doormat, didn’t struggle much as she was dragged around the ring. She only really starting to fight back as her arms were threaded on the ropes, and by then it was too late, the danger of her situation only dawning her in the final seconds of it.

”No! Damn it!” Valley shook her head as Chloe trapped the second arm and left her in a kneeling crucifix position. She shook her body left and right, tried to pull her arms free, but it was like she was in a giant Chinese finger trap. The more she tried to get out, the harder the ropes clamped on her, leaving her chest vulnerable and open, with the followup clear. ”Chloe, stop! Let me out, don’t-”

Truth be told, she was surprised that Valley endured much of that. Despite not having much of her weight on the head area, it was still painful to be in. The feeling of your jaw nearly separating from the rest of her head. All to accommodate the dainty foot shoved inside. Amusing that she thought rope breaks would be a thing in this match. The Californian was desperate to find any kind of escape and yet finding none. Yet the only way she would find release from the torture is up to Chloe. And that was a dangerous thing, knowing that your suffering only ends by your tormenter.

With all of that, Chloe figured that Valley wouldn’t struggle more after this. But she still had some resistance in her while she was dragged around the ring. Luckily, she wasn’t a massive thorn when Chloe used her face as a doormat, and it was the same when Chloe threaded her arms around the ropes. Now with her arms trapped and Valley is on her knees, Chloe had a lot more options laid out for her.

But with Valley still struggling, the need to create some ground rules grew. The ex-commissioner quickly threw a front kick, one that wasn’t targeted to dealing damage. But the sole purpose of pressing the ball of her foot on Valley’s lips to cut her speech off. With how fast it came, Valley should notice how easily she could have busted her lips. “Shhh.” Chloe hushed, with a finger on her lips. “You speak when you’re spoken to. Interrupt again, and this will get much worse~” The blonde was gracious enough to give her this mercy. But this was the last time this will happen.

“Besides, now that you’re here, and since you’re quite the kick connoisseur…” To put it loosely. “…I wanted to get some advice on how to get better.” Chloe would then whip her leg around, smacking her sole across Valley’s face before chambering her leg tightly to her chest. “You’ve seen that little front kick, but I think my sidekicks could be much better~,” The ex-commissioner says in a sweet tone, shooting off two squarely at Valley’s lips.