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Minerva chuckled as she watched the fallen Pharaoh’s prone and groaning form on the mat. The crowd by now was beginning to boo her mercilessly, but she hardly seemed to even notice. She found it amusing how quickly this girl had gone from being in control against a champion, to being rendered completely helpless. But of course she wouldn’t dwell on the thought for too long. She had business to tend to, after all. The Dane dropped the chair, moved to grab a hold of the Egyptian’s dark locks to pull her up, then ran toward the nearest set of ropes and threw her between them to dump the girl out onto the floor at ringside.

Sahar was currently down on the ground, aside from moaning in pain, she wasn't really moving at the moment as the attack she had taken left her drained and vulnerable. She then heard a chair drop before being grabbed and thrown out the ropes. The Egyptian would roll on the ground before stopping and laying down. She cursed her luck, just when she had gotten control of the match, someone else decided to interfere and steal everything from her. Yet right now, there was not much she could do aside from lay down on the ground and rest.

Her vision was a bit blurry after her less than comfortable landing but Natasha was vaguely aware of what the Pharaoh was trying to do, feeling the all too familiar pull of her legs and the sudden pressure upon the small of her back that came with a boston crab. It was a hold she was well versed in and one Natasha was confident she could twist her way out of, but what she did not expect was the abrupt exit of her opponent after the ringing of steel meeting flesh. Her legs fell back to the mat and soon Pharaoh was tossed clean out of the ring, the Frenchwoman pushing herself to rise onto her hands and knees before she could meet a similar fate.

Lifting her head Natasha immediately recognized the woman as the same one who had stopped her in the back, her eyes then falling on the steel chair laying on the mat. Natasha would scramble towards it and make a lunging grab for it, hoping she could get her hands on it before whoever this woman was turned her attention to her.

After tossing Pharaoh out of the ring, Minerva spared the girl a brief glance just to ensure she wouldn’t be in the way any further. When that seemed to be the case, the Dane turned back around just in time to see Natasha lunging out toward the steel chair. But Minerva wasn’t about to let her get her hands on the weapon that easily, and bolted forward and stomped down on the chair just before Natasha’s hands could grab onto it.

“I don’t think so~”

Minerva held as condescending a smirk as she possibly could’ve as she looked down to the mighty champion at her feet. But on the bright side for Natasha, she wouldn’t be there long. Keeping her boot firmly planted on the chair, Minerva raised the other to stomp down hard onto Natasha’s back in hopes of briefly stunning her. If it landed, she’d then reach down and grab the Hentai Champion’s blue locks and yank her up to her feet, only to coil one arm around the girl’s neck and another around one of her legs so she could hoist her up over the amazon’s shoulders to apply a torture rack!

Natasha's hands closed around the edge of the steel chair, a smile flashing across her face for the briefest of moments before Minerva slammed her boot down onto the chair smashing Natasha;s fingers beneath it. She recoiled backwards, yanking her hands out from underneath the chair but before she could get anywhere that same foot came down again only this time on the champions back, Natasha releasing an anguished cry until she bit down on her bottom lip to stifle it. Her back felt like it was on fire but she wasn't nearly done yet, she didn't know who this woman thought she was attacking her in the middle of a match but if she wanted to play so badly Natasha would be more than happy to entertain her.

Hands took hold of her hair as she was pushing her way out from under the woman's foot, Natasha's scalp burning as she was dragged to her feet but only for a moment before she felt herself being lifted off the canvas. Her eyes went wide and she began to struggle, squirming left and right to make things difficult for Minerva, throwing shots with her elbows down at her to force her to reconsider.

Naturally, no one in their right mind would simply allow themselves to be bent, stretched and tortured so easily. So when Natasha began to throw her elbow into Minerva while the Dane tried to apply her hold, it didn’t come as a surprise. Nonetheless, it was resistance that needed to be put down.

Each hit made Minerva wince in pain, but she responded by doubling down on the pressure to increase the dosage of pain Natasha’s back was receiving! And at the same time, the hand hooked on the Frenchwoman’s leg began to creep up until it was right over Natasha’s womanhood, and her fingers began to rub over it through the fabric of the girl’s tights, aiming to break the champion’s resistance through a combination of pain and pleasure.

Each time her elbow struck Minerva she could feel her shudder from the pain, the low grunts Natasha heard coming from her telling the Frenchwoman her tactic was working. Now she just needed to keep up the pressure to force the woman to break off the hold. She tried to aim her shots rather than just flail blindly, targeting the woman's head and neck as best she could, her legs kicking every which way in the hope that she could throw her off balance. Whatever she tried however the woman held on, showcasing an impressive amount of strength and stamina that she was putting to good use torturing the back of the heiress.

Her spine was bent over those shoulders which dug into her back, the muscles there doing little to dampen the effect of having those shoulder bones stabbing up into her. Minerva wasn't just content with pain though and before she realized what she was trying Natasha moaned as pleasure began to slowly build within her, Natasha's sex feeling just how skilled the woman was with her fingers even with a woman across her shoulders.

Taking elbow strikes to the head repeatedly was far from comfortable for Minerva, but it seemed well worth it once she really got her hold locked in nice and tight. And the moans mixed in with Natasha’s cries of pain as she worked her fingers against the Frenchwoman’s clothed sex were like a sweet symphony to Minerva’s ears.

“That’s it. Let me her those wonderful cries~” Minerva said, before starting to walk around the ring while maintaining her dominant and powerful hold. And of course, her fingers continued to work their magic all the while. In her devious mind, Minerva began to wonder how long it would take to bring the Hentai Champion to a humiliating orgasm like this. Well, only one way to find out...

Natasha's struggling only grew more erratic as Minerva continued to hold onto her with an unforgiving grip, the pain shooting through her back draining her blows of more and more of their strength as she grew weaker in the hold. Still she kept fighting, now hitting at whatever part of the woman she could manage with not just her elbows but slapping at her body as well, her fingers clamping down around one of the woman's breasts when she felt it beneath her hand.

What was even worse than the pain however was the unending assault upon her sex, even through the fabric of her pants the woman's fingers played Natasha's sex like a harp, the Frenchwoman finding herself going so far as to grind her teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure as the woman worked her over. It was only then that Natasha felt the weight of everyone watching her, the hentai champion being held up like a trophy while her attacker had her way with her, Natasha's face a bright crimson as that thought played in her head on repeat.

Minerva had done this song and dance before. Usually, this was right where the helpless victim would realize the futility of their escape attempts and resign themselves to simply endure for however long they could. Maybe beg for mercy, start tapping out, but certainly nothing threatening. Yet, Natasha did the exact opposite. Minerva had to give the champ credit, no matter how bad the situation looked, Natasha kept fighting with everything she had, even grabbing onto her breast in the process.

“Tch. Stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” Minerva said, cringing in pain as the fingers clamped on her fleshy orb. But the pressure applied with the torture rack did not relent in the slightest, nor did the Dane’s fingers cease their work on Natasha’s sex. The champion was doing well to restrain herself from screaming or moaning, but even that resistance would crumble soon if Minerva had her way. With that in mind, the fingers that had been rubbing on Natasha's womanhood tugged at her tights to pull them down just enough to give her direct access to the Frenchwoman's sex. Immediately she'd insert a pair of fingers into the girl's pussy, then begin thrusting them back and forth to try to bring the champ to an orgasm. And the thousands in attendance could only watch as the Danish amazon continued to torture Natasha in her clutches.