Nail vs. Annelle

Nail grunted loudly as her arms were snared, but her size worked to her advantage once more.
Hauling the smaller girl across her shoulders, she ran forward a few steps and fell backward, flattening Anelle in a modified Samoan Drop.

"UUUNGH!" Annelle grunted as she was slammed onto her back. This time, she was making no effort to hide her injury as she lay on the mat, her ample chest rising and falling as she panted for breath.

Nail quickly took advantage of the situation, not wanting the demon girl to pull off another miraculous recovery.
She rolled over and hooked Annelle into a figure four leglock, falling back to the mat switfly.
This figure-four was somewhat unusual, however.
Nail's nimble, caramel toes with their turquoise polish thrust themselves under Annelle's short skirt, wriggling past the thin panties and burying themselves in the warm, wet folds of her sex.
Nail grinned as she put on the pressure, wrenching the locked legs while wriggling her toes into the molten silk around them.

Annelle gritted her teeth as Nail ensnared her in a figure four leg lock, and winced slightly as the bigger girl's toee began to pierce her sex. Other than that, however, she made no sign of being in pain, despite the fact that her posture and the fact that she was sweating profusely suggested otherwise. Slowly, she began to try to roll over, in the hopes of reversing the figure four.

Nail purred deeply as she flexed her toes, using her size advantage to anchor her to the ground as she increased the pressure, wrenching back on the trapped legs as she thrust her toes deeper, Annelle's abused sex swallowing her shapely foot to the ball.
"Mmnn.. You're all wet already.. Such a dirty little demon-girl.."

(OOC: Wait, WHAT? She's not shoving her whole damn foot down there, is she?)']

Annelle grunted in pain, her legs beginning to squirm. Although her face was still stony, the audience guessed that the demon-girl was in a lot more pain than she was letting on. That, and there was a sizeable damp spot growing on her panties...

Gritting her teeth, Annelle redoubled her efforts to roll over, hoping to reverse the leg lock and give Nail a taste of her own medicine...

((OOC: Sorry! ^^;; Kinda didn't look closely at what I typed. See the edit.))

Nail arched her body, putting even more pressure on the locked legs as she curled and twisted her toes within the other girl.
He braced her hands on the mat, pulling backward toward the corner, trying to keep the hold locked in tight.
"Give it up, kid.. It'll be worth your while." With those words, she curled her toes slowly, teasingly inside Annelle, only to crank up the pressure on the tangled legs as she dragged the two of them backward.

Annelle was now writhing on the mat, flailing helplessly in an effort to roll herself and Nail over. In desperation, she suddenly sat up, and, grabbing onto Nail's foot, wrenched it free from her sex and began to twist at it, working to ensnare Nail's whole leg.

Nail hissed, and suddenly shoved upward with her hips, applying a huge amount of pressure to the tangled legs, forcing Annelle's knee roughly against her shin, and bending the straight leg in a direction it was not meant to go. She forced herself further, using her hands and bent leg as a brace to put herself in what resembled a wrestler's bridge. The sudden arch of her body hauled Annelle's lower body off the ground, placing all her weight on the leg that was being torqued.

The sudden reaction by Nail caused Annelle to lose her grip on her opponent's foot. The demon-girl was drenched with sweat as her body wound up arching off the mat. Her face seemed dazed and distant, but it was now quite obvious to the audience that she was in a world of pain. And yet, in spite of everything, she still wasn't showing her agony.