Torra shinjiro the agile pretty boy vs Charlotte kaori "bully" Becket hentai submission/I quit match

Torra saw her on her stomach and decided to act apon it, he may be a light weight but he knows how to do effective holds, so he sat on her back and does a Boston crab on her, pulling her legs towards him. And since this is a hentai match he started to rub her pussy covered skirt.

Landing on the mat got Charlotte a little winded. She had been punched and kicked, even KOed in the past, but never thrown in that kind of way. The air on her lungs abandoned her suddenly on impact and she felt a terrible choking sensation for the fraction of a second it took her to fill her chest with air again. For a moment there was no rival and no match, there only were her and her pain sensation, trying to get back to what was going on. The fun part is her rival wasn't going to wait for her to recover.

At first she only felt her legs being grabbed and how she was bent over in a boston crab. She groaned in pain being restricted in the hold. She had to find a way out of the hold soon. She was starting to feel really frustrated with how the match had developed so far. Being in that kind of hold it is logical that her skirt went up to her waist revealing the sport pants she decided to wear for her debut. A yelp of surprise escaped her mouth when she felt the touch of Torra on her pants! 'Ow! What the hell is wrong with you, freak? said angry while she tried thrashing on the hold, looking to destabilize her oponent to stop his groping.

Torra chuckled at her angry response, "this is s hentai match remember?" Some of the crowd began to laugh a bit at Charlottes angry outburst too.
Torra kept rubbing her pussy aiming to weaken her a bit. "Just relax, I know what I'm doing."

When she made that question she wasn't even expecting an answer because that was very obvious. Of course she had agreed with taking part in a hentai match, but things weren't developing as she expected. She thought the match was going to be one sided on her favor, easy for her to beat the shit out of her rival and then make some fun at his expense. She never expected ending in a complicated situation, trapped in a powerful submission move while being groped! She was not used to being stretched like that by her rivals. The pain on the lower part of her back increased by the second.

That was until the pleasure added to the mix. After a few seconds groaning from the pain a small moan escaped her mouth despite her effort to blocvk it. No matter the physical pain and the humiliating situation, her body would start standing to attention. Torra wouldn't notice it because of her current position but her nipples wouls start stiffening and if her oponent would pay attention he would be able to feel her shorts start to dampen. She was starting to enjoy it, but she also hated the sensation. She would start punching the mat in frustration. 'Unnngh... Wait until I get my hands on you bitch... aaaahn

Torra chuckled at her words, "Ah ah ah... language please. He playfully said and he felt her damp pussy. "Oh so you are enjoying this, don't worry, I'll take care of your other part." He playfully said more and stopped rubbing her pussy and started to rub her breasts.

Charlotte grinned her teeth at the embarrasing show she was making. She was supposed to kick ass! How was possible for this guy to get her pinned down so easily? The pleasure on her nether parts was escalating quickly because even if she hated to admit it Torra was right when he said he knew what he was doing. When he decided to shift his attention to her breasts he would be able to feel her now totally erect nipples even through her blouse.

'Fuck! I'm going to get you, you piece of sh...oooh'She tried a new approach by launching punches with her free hands to his arms now that they were in reach, but it was pretty obvious that she hadn't the upper hand at that moment and that formulating a plan was proving a difficult task for her given her situation. She was improvising, just trying to get out of the hold but to little avail.

Torra kept on rubbing her breats and making sure he kept on squeezing them. "Wow, she knew what she Signed up for, and she still can't accept it, am I right fokes?" The crowd laughed and gave him a round of applause, she could tell if he wins or lose the crowd loved Torra, some of the men and ladies screamed *take off her blouse!*
"Well, I gotta give the people what they want." He went in and manages to take off her blouse.
Torra knew she was one of those fighters who thought they are the best and they undestimate him, he loves to prove them wrong.

Charlotte was definetely having a very bad time. The strain on her back and legs was something to take into account at this rate and the mix of fatigue and enjoyment coming from her breasts was starting to become a real threat to whatever she wanted to achieve.

She had been defeated in the past, but she had never felt like she was feeling right now. She was putty in her rival's hands. She hadn't been able of landing a single hit on hin, at least a real one, and he was not only humiliating her by totally owning her, he was also making everyone laugh at her! When she heard the laughs coming from the crowd a part of her fighting spirit surrendered for some time. At the moment, she was just a joke.

That was the moment she heard the public asking him to get her out of her blouse. 'Ah! No, no no fuck fuuuuuuuck! She squirmed desperatedly in the hold with hopes of landing some hit on her oponent and making him stop but that was just not the case. She felt the soft wool going through her head and because of all of her wailing some buttons on the shirt she was wearing below got also caught in Torra's hands breaking her shirt open and exposing her bra-called buxom to everyone.

'Waagh, look at what you did you asshole!' said Charlotte while using one arm to try cover her breasts. She needed to do something if she didn't want to become Torra's toy for the match, but she was too much in shock to try anything.

Torra chuckled at her rude words. "I only gave the crowd what they want, right fokes?" The crowd cheered loudly, and now most were cheering to remove her skirt now. "Well you know the drill, gotta give the people what they want." He keeps her in the Boston crab and takes off her skirt.

The crowd is in a absolute frenzy at this point, Torra chuckled and rubbed her nearly exposed pussy and after a few minutes he'd switch to her fully exposed breats, he kept at it for around 20 minutes.

Charlotte gasped in anguish while her rival got rid of her skirt. She weas suffering the beating of her life. Never had she felt like this, not even after getting a physical beating. This was much more, taking all that humiliation in front of a big crowd just for the show of those people, and the attitude of her rival. She wasn't used to be on the dominated side, but for the moment that was the only thing she was. There was no hiding it.

Minutes passed and her arousal started escalating at a dangerous pace. Her whining became out loud moaning when she wan't able to hide her state anymore. 'Fuuuuck! Oooh... Ahn you... bast...aaaahn!' Torra would feel her shorts getting wetter and wetter by the second while the bully tried and failed to repress her moans. Her nipples were completely erect and the burning on her body just urged her into an orgasm that wasn't far. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes while she tried to hide her face from her rival and from everyone. Pl...oooh! Please... no more AH! she tried to beg but she couldn't make her words between her moaning. She was so close to orgasming in front of everyone that she forgot her pride and started regreting accepting that match. Tears ran down her cheeks while she pleaded for mercy.