Jane vs Vera: Footfall

A wrestler at a video company finds her match in a new sadistic fighter! Sorry for the lack of updates here, but commissions have been a lot of long or private stories

Jane was a woman of many faces. She was a PE teacher, and keeping up with the kids kept her in shape. It added to her 5 foot 10 as a blonde bombshell, curvy but strongly built. Despite her kid-friendly demeanor and profession, she always had her side job. She did some amateur wrestling for several different video companies, all of which adored her for her combination of strength and good looks. She had gotten another call from a local studio that claimed to have the perfect opponent for her. Jane happily agreed to the extra money, and given the kinds of opponents they'd given her in the past, she arrived with all confidence.

Jane stepped into the ring before she shed her bathrobe, posing for the cameras in her revealing bikini. She always tried to wear something appealing without being too trashy, and always green to match her eyes. Her hair was tied back into a short ponytail, kept safely out of her way while strong arms and long legs went to work.

She had to say, she was impressed with the studio's find. Vera was a slightly younger woman with black skin and a tiger print bikini beneath her robe. She had a similar build to Jane: sexy while still clearly athletic. Vera smiled at the camera as she entered the ring, flexing some solid arms for them as she got ready in her corner. She was clearly enjoying herself just from being there. While Jane wasn’t especially intimidated, she did set aside any thoughts of taking it easy in this match.

The cameraman did some quick introductions with some made up stats before the cheap bell was rung. Jane came out cautiously, never one to rush through her matches to begin with. Vera circled as she moved in on her, ultimately forcing Jane to move in and meet her head on. The women grabbed and grunted as they vied for leverage, but the blonde was the first to get the upper hand. Jane caught her leg behind Vera's and forced the black girl to fall over backward, climbing quickly onto Vera's stomach and grabbing her wrists. Vera's athletic arms flexed and shoved as she struggled against Jane, but the blonde teacher noted proudly that she couldn't overpower her that easily.

That did, however, distract Jane from her opponent's legs. Vera's long dark legs swung upward and hooked her ankles under Jane's arms, slamming her down to the mats with a quick body scissor. Jane grabbed at the muscular legs but Vera was already squeezing them around the white woman's ribs. Jane let out a surprised shout of pain as she arched her back, trying to bend out of the crushing hold. Vera watched her with a wide grin on her face, bracing her arms on the mat and raising her hips to clamp the hold on tighter.

"I'm not going down that easy, girl," Vera taunted the struggling Jane. "Not sure I can say the same for you, though!"

Jane grunted and grit her teeth, finally getting a solid grip on one of Vera's feet. She forced the scissor apart long enough to roll out of it, starting to catch her breath as she crawled away on all fours. Jane didn't have the time to regroup since Vera proved to be relentless. She wasted no time in catching up with the regrouping blonde, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her head between the ropes.

"Wait! No, no!" Jane started to object,  but she too busy recovering from the body scissors to stop the black girl's offensive. Vera grabbed Jane by the wrists and pulled her arms back, bracing her big foot into the middle of the white girl's spine. With a yank and a stomp of her foot, Jane was left screaming in pain as her arms felt like they were being yanked out of their sockets. Vera started to grind her heel against her back, adding to the pain that tore through the teacher's body. Cutting in through Jane's pained and panicked screams, Vera started to laugh. She clearly not only knew what she was doing, but she enjoyed her work.

"What's the matter? I heard you were the big shot around this company? Is your weak ass the best you've really got?" Vera taunted Jane mercilessly for the camera before she stomped down on Jane's back once more. This time she hit it especially hard, releasing the blonde's arms so that her neck landed right across the bottom rope. The sudden impact to her throat made Jane recoil and start to gag as she clutched her throat, coughing wetly in her attempts to breathe. Jane managed to scramble towards the other side of the ring, still choking but at least out of the sadistic Vera's reach long enough to recover a little.

Vera played to the camera, posing and giving an inviting  “bring it on” gesture at the huffing Jane. The blonde pushed herself back up with the help of the ropes, taking her time in trying to keep the match at her own pace. Vera didn’t seem to care for that, so she came after Jane before she was completely up to speed. She grabbed a handful of yellow hair that made the teacher scream, but she held onto the ropes to keep from being dragged away.

“Come on, bitch. Quit hiding!” Vera demanded as she shook her opponent around by the hair. Jane’s voice cried out, warped by the doppler effect of her shaking, but she timed a kick stomp into Vera’s shin that sent the vicious black girl off her feet. She landed on her knees, clearly surprised by the low kick since she lost her grip on Jane and didn’t attempt to fight back right away. Jane kept her grip on the ropes and used it for extra leverage as she kicked her attacker right in her breast, landing her flat on her back with a loud SLAM.

Vera winced as she rubbed her chest, but Jane finally let go of the ropes and delivered several stomps to her toned belly. She had seen what the black wrestler could do when she was in control, and she hoped to avoid going through that again. Once Vera seemed properly tenderized, Jane took her by one of her arms and dropped to the mats, bending the captive limb between her knees and drawing a quick curse of pain from the darker fighter’s lips. Jane locked the submission on tight, working her elbow against her leg muscles and forcing Vera to stomp on the mat in pain and frustration.

Jane had just started to gain some of her confidence back when she eased up on the pressure for a moment. It was all Vera needed to adjust her arm and drive her elbow down into Jane’s pussy. The veteran teacher gave a sudden shout as the pain ran through her groin and into her belly. Jane instantly curled up in a fetal position, the camera getting a great shot of her agonized expression as she went rolling on the mats.

Vera had no trouble escaping Janes clutches now that the blonde was suddenly and intensely weakened by her cheap shot. She stood back up while grabbing Jane’s long and sexy legs, lifting them almost straight up into the air. Vera put on her wolfish grin again as she ran her short but hard nails across the blonde’s soles. Her legs tensed and twitched from the pain that now came through her sensitive soles. Between the low blow and the clawing of her feet, her entire lower body seemed to fill with agony.

"Is that the best you've got, bitch? Because it's not enough," Vera shouted down at her. She braced her hands on Jane's ankles and dropped to her knees, pushing Jane's legs far apart in opposite directions. The PE teacher let out a sharp, fresh scream as her legs were stretched out like a wishbone. Jane's mouth was frozen in a look of pain as she rolled onto her side, her hands going to the aching muscles in her thighs.

"What's wrong? I would have thought you'd be used to spreading them like that!" Vera taunted as she circled the downed Jane like a shark. She grabbed the blonde by her hair and forced her back to her feet. Jane stumbled up like she wanted, shoving and slapping at her attacker's arms but unable to break the grip on her hair. Vera used it to throw the aching blonde into the corner, letting her back slam into the hard pads of the ringpost. Jane instinctively grabbed the top ropes for balance, propping herself up rather than leave herself even more vulnerable to Vera's sadistic attacks.

The black woman licked her lips as she approached and smashed her fist into Jane's tight belly. Jane's parted lips sprayed some flecks of spit over her opponent as the air was knocked out of her lungs. She was still coughing and recovering from the first one when Vera hit her with another power blow to her tormented stomach. Jane let out another miserable moan as she tried to cover up her stomach, but Vera simply grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the ropes once again.

So long as her hands were busy, Vera brought her powerful legs to bear on Jane instead. Vera drove a hard knee into the same spot that her fists had been working over, sending more pain coursing through Jane's midsection. She gagged and grunted as Vera bashed her with more knees like a jackhammer, giving the blonde woman no space to move or breathe as she trapped her in her corner beatdown. Jane was a dozen blows in when she wasn't even able to resist anymore. She didn't have the strength to keep thrashing and kicking, leaving her as breathless and limp as a ragdoll with nothing to hold her up by Vera's grip.

"Hey, come on. Don't give up yet, champ," Vera sarcastically encouraged her. She patted Jane on the cheek before slapping her harshly with the same hand, sending Jane crumbling to the mats. The once-confident teacher was wheezing for air, her hair a mess and her bikini clinging to her sweaty skin. She grabbed onto the lower ropes but could only pull herself up into a sitting position when Vera continued her torturous assault. The tiger-print wrestler stomped her foot onto Jane's throat, pushing her back into the ropes while all the strength and weight of her body went into choking the helpless blonde. Jane gagged as the sole pushed across her neck, trapping and strangling her as she grabbed uselessly at Vera's leg.

"Look at you!" Vera laughed with wicked glee. "You can't even breathe! How did you think you were going to beat me with moves like this?" She shifted her weight for another angle on her choke while flexing her arms for the camera. “Just as well… you look pretty when you’re suffering.”

Jane wasn't done yet, and this wasn't her first time in the ring. While Vera was changing her position and showing off of the camera, the trapped blonde grabbed the offending leg and threw it aside. With Vera off balance, Jane sprang to her feet without bothering to catch her breath. She blitzed Vera with a clothesline that brought them both tumbling back to the mat, though this time Jane was on top.

"Keep your eye on the prize, new girl," Jane growled. She leaned an arm over Vera's throat in an attempt to choke her out, but Vera raised one of her strong legs in between them and kicked upward. It didn't do much damage, but the black wrestler shifted so that Jane was flung over her head and landed on the mats. Vera didn't bother getting back up before she grabbed Jane in a headlock, sitting up and dragging her with her.

"Nice try, my little punching bag," Vera hissed in her ear. Jane's face went red from the pressure of the hold. She pulled on Vera's arms with no success, kicking and stomping her feet on the mats. "Mmmm, I love how those legs squirm when you're in trouble... and how those little curl when I squeeze you too hard." Vera flexed her bicep, digging it into Jane's neck to make her gag and in fact, curl her toes.

"Let's see what else I can make you do!" Vera raised one of her hands to raked her nails down Jane's forehead. The captive white woman screamed in pain as she slowly dragged the hard talons across the tender skin, making her kick and squirm even harder than before. The agony was blinding as her eyes watered and her mouth was stuck open with panicked screeches of pain.

"Damn, you really hit those high notes!" Vera laughed in between Jane's raspy howls. "You really ARE sexy when you're hurting, huh? No wonder the fans like you." The dominant wrestler pulled Jane in closer, holding her bodily against her front. Jane's head was swimming from having too little air and too much pain, but she distinctly felt two points poking against her back. She squirmed to get away from them, but then she just felt something warm and wet against her hips.

Vera wasn't kidding! The woman was an actual sadist! Jane's eyes went wide as Vera held her steady and started to grind her pussy against her ass, literally getting off on Jane's suffering. She tried to choke out an objection to the ref/cameraman, but it was hard enough just to keep breathing through the intense hold.

"Aww, but we can't bore your precious fans, now can we?" Vera cupped Jane's chin and squeezed her cheeks, giving her a humiliatiingly squashed look on her puckered lips. "Let's change things up a little. How's that, my poor little loser?"

Vera stood up and roughly threw Jane onto her stomach. Jane coughed for air once again, sweaty and beaten and utterly exhausted. She hadn't lost a fight in this ring before, but now she was being torn apart by this sick woman! She tried to crawl out of the ring to at least spare herself the pain, clear her head enough for a comeback, but Vera wouldn't let go of her new toy for a second.

Jane was quickly stopped when she realized that Vera had taken hold of her foot. She looked behind her, something that Vera was apparently waiting for. She held Jane's leg up high, grinning before she opened her mouth wide and bit into her toes.

"AUGHHHH! NO! FUCKING STOP! STOP HER! SHE'S BITING ME!" Jane pleaded to the cameraman, grabbing at the ropes to try to get away. Vera was locked on tight, her teeth digging into her three biggest toes and growling like a dog to send unsettling vibrations through the digits. While the camera got a fine shot of Jane's pained and panicked expression for the fans, no help seemed to be coming. Jane yanked on her foot, ripping Jane off the ropes and letting her land flat on her tits.

With the wind knocked out of her once more, Vera released the foot from her jaws as she sat on the white girl's back. With Jane's big pretty foot in hand, Vera looked at the camera as she ran her tongue over the sensitive sole and then pulled back hard on the leg. It started as a boston crab, but she stepped up the game a second later as she grabbed and twisted Jane's toe like a radio dial. Jane screeched at the top of her lungs, sobbing in pain as the delicate digit was put through hell by Vera.

"STOP! MAKE HER STOP! OH MY GOD, NOOOO!" Jane howled, beating her fists helplessly on the mats as she looked ready to cry from the mind-numbing agony. The proud "champ" of previous matches was clearly nowhere to be found as she screamed for mercy. Vera clearly enjoyed every second of it, rocking back and forth to keep working the toe hold and send a pleasant tingling up through her groin as it rubbed on Jane's back and ass.

"Jane, do you give up?" their host asked for the show. Jane shook her head and mewled out a defiant "No... noooo!" She had to have a way out! She was undefeated! She never lost, and especially ever so badly!

"You heard her, boys!" Vera laughed, as if happier to hear that she wanted more than that she'd won. "Let's take this tasty little hold and make it a double. How about that?"

"What?! Nonononooo OWWWW!" Jane howled and finally broke into shameless tears as Vera grabbed her other foot and repeated the move, leaving her locked in a double toe hold. Her strong nails scraped at the skin of her feet while her fingers themselves were bending and stretching her toes like she was trying to tear them off.

"Ask her again!" Vera called merrily to the cameraman. "Cuz I can keep this up all day!"

"Jane, do you submit?"

"YES! TAP! I TAP!" Jane slapped her hand on the mats repeatedly as the standard submission of the production company. "Fuck, get her off!"

"We have a winner! The new, the beautiful Veraaaa!" the host declared. Vera seemed to milk the hold for an extra second before she shoved Jane's feet back to the mats. She stood up and laughed evilly, arms held proudly over her head. "You've got a new champ in town!" Vera gloated as she stepped on Jane's back to return to her corner. Jane groaned as she slumped against the ropes. She didn't get paid quite as much as when she won, but she didn't care. She had survived the match and she was able to go home.

"Alright, ladies, you ready for Round 2?" Jane's eyes went wide as she whipped around to face their host.

"Didn't he tell you?" Vera asked playfully. "This was supposed to be best two out of three. And I’ve got a looot more fun to have with you."

Jane was back in her changing room. She rubbed water over her face and toweled off the mix of water and sweat before resting on the bed. There was no denying it: the first round had gone terribly. She had never fought anyone as tough and dangerous as Vera, and definitely nobody NEAR that sadistic. She had asked for a longer break, taking twenty minutes instead of the usual five. She wanted to be back at her best to take on this woman, because she hadn't done nearly as much damage as she had hoped. Jane mostly found herself rubbing down her legs and feet since they had proven to be favorite targets of the vicious black woman. She needed this time to heal and regroup if she was going to take her down in round two.

What's more, she'd have to match Vera's level of aggression. She couldn't go into this match expecting a fair fight or to play around with her opponent. She'd be taking on an actual equal in the ring today. Once she finally felt prepped and psyched up, she looked in the mirror, slapped herself on the cheeks, and went back out. Vera was already in her corner of the ring, lounging against the turnbuckle and smiling at her.

"Did you get your beauty nap in, sweetie?" Vera asked a mockingly sweet tone.

"Yea, fuck you too," Jane snorted dismissively. She couldn't give herself the opportunity be afraid of this sadistic bitch or she'd be fighting an even harder uphill battle. Vera just laughed and stood up, clapping her hands readily. The camera man started up his equipment and gave them the signal to go at it once again.

This time Jane was done wrestling defensively. She came right at Vera with a vengeance and grabbed her by the hair. When the black fighter tried to grab back, Jane skillfully blocked her arm and shoved it away before slamming punches into the side of Vera's head. The once dominating wrestler shrieked and threw up her arms in a blind guard, absorbing most of the impact from the hammer blows but keeping her stuck on the defensive.

"Where's all that tough talk now, huh bitch?" Jane taunted as she muscled Vera back into her corner. The brunette was still reeling from the punches and the gym coach didn't bother playing nice this time around. She forced one of Vera's arms around the top rope and pulled on her wrist, getting her to scream as the tight rubber chord put some heavy pressure on her elbow. Vera grit her teeth and kicked Jane in the knee, dropping her to her knees on the mat. While Vera was still freeing her arm, Jane kept up her assault by spearing straight ahead and driving her shoulder into Vera’s stomach.

The black woman let out a huge grunt as she doubled over, forced to rest her breasts and arms on Jane’s. The fit blonde wrapped her arms around Vera’s  stomach and lifted her off the mats, squeezing with all the might in her slim but strong arms. It was the sadistic woman’s turn to scream and gasp as Jane put the pressure on her abdomen, crushing it in from either side. “You ready to give?” Jane demanded. “Huh? You take it as good as you dish it out, you fuckin psycho?!” When Vera didn’t answer, Jane lunged forward and slammed the center of her back into the turnbuckle without breaking the bearhug. “I said ‘do you give?’ bitch!”

Vera’s feet kicked in the air, uselessly attacking Jane’s flexing legs. Just when Jane started to flash a confident smile, Vera raised both hands and buried her painted nails into Jane’s face. The pressure on her eyes quickly got Jane to howl in pain, letting go of her captive to try to protect herself from the dirty counter attack. She pulled frantically on Vera’s arms, desperate to keep the rough brawler from taking her eyes out. She only partially succeeded as Vera raked her claws down either side of her face, getting one last scream from the white woman before she truly broke off from her attack.

“Well shit,” Vera panted as she rubbed her side. “I love it when my bitches fight back. Makes it more fun to beat your ass.”

Vera’s sneaky attack had left Jane leaning on the ropes, clutching her face as her eyes watered uncontrollably. The brunette shoved Jane back into the ropes, leaning her over them before pulling straight down on her hair. The blonde teacher screamed as it felt ready to come right out by her roots. Her back twisted and hung over the top rope, her feet occasionally leaving the mat as she squirmed. Both of them clearly left the ground when Vera put the rest of her attack into action by burying her fist into Jane’s stomach. The teacher let out a huge wet cough as the blow caught her arching stomach head on. It felt like her knuckles punched right through her belly.

“Mmm, that’s a real pretty voice you got when you’re not talking shit,” Vera praised grimly. She ran her fingers over Jane’s stomach before sending another hard shot into her guts, then another and another. Jane was unable to dodge or even double over with her painful position, leaving her to grunt and scream (depending on how much air she had a the time) while Vera pounded her stomach to mush.

“You’re starting to get a bit of a belly there, champ,” the cruel wrestler taunted. “You can thank me for that little massage later in case you burn a few pounds in this match. Kind of doubt it, unless screaming and crying make for good exercise!” Vera gave one more yank on Jane’s hair to make her lead harder into the ropes and rebound back towards the ring, landing flat on her chest with a loud grunt. The pain in her breasts and body felt far too familiar already, and she hurried to crawl on her elbows away from Vera.

The black wrestler still grabbed her by the leg, making Jane drag to a halt in the middle of the ring. “Hey, remember this move?” Vera taunted as she planted a foot on the back of Jane’s knee. She grabbed the blonde’s foot and pulled it sideways, twisting both her toes and ankle in one go. Jane broke into a shrill scream as the agony shot through her delicate toes and up through her leg. She flopped on the mats like a freshly docked fish, her hands grabbing blindly at the air in front of her for any sort of leverage. “Mmm, that’s my girl! Give me more, you pretty little bitch!” Vera leaned harder into her hold, getting louder cries from Jane while pressing her hips against her hurting leg. She ground against it, Jane feeling the wet spot of her crotch as is Vera was getting off exactly as much as she was suffering.

"What's the matter, blondie!?" Vera called back towards Jane with a smile. "I thought you were gonna fight back this time!" She finally let go, leaving the screaming teacher to grab her aching leg and curl up so that she cradled it against her stomach.

Vera seemed to let her nurse that injury, but only so she could grab Jane's other leg. "You got a real big mouth, you know that?" Vera taunted as she dragged Jane back towards the ropes. The gym teacher was too busy with her other leg to resist it much, forced to let Vera drag her skin roughly across the mats.

"No! Nooo stop! Ref!" Jane pleaded, but just like the last round, he was no help. Much of her side was a bright red color from the friction burn by the time that Vera reached the edge of the ring. She threw Jane's ankle over the bottom rope, leaving it there just long enough for the blonde to realize her next ruthless attack (but not enough to escape it).

"Oh god! No no NO! Don- AHHHHGH!" Jane arched her back and gave a raspy scream as Vera stomped down hard on her suspended leg. She tried to recoil in pain, but the black wrestler was grinding her heel down hard to keep her trapped in place. Tears started to well in Jane's eyes as Vera's foot crushed her ankle as if she was trying to reduce it to a powder. "STOP! STOP!" Jane pleaded, ranting like a mad woman as Vera targeted the vulnerable joint perfectly.

"Mmmm! That's it, girl! Hit those high notes!" Vera laughed over her opponent's pathetic sobs. "Come on now! Let's really work those pipes!" She grabbed the top rope for balance, allowing her to jump high and stomp back down on the lower half of Jane's leg. The white woman kept on howling in pain while Vera kept targeting her legs even worse than the last round.

By the time Vera stopped with her ruinous stomps, Jane found herself laying in a puddle of sweat and tears. The almost surgical attacks had left her body unwilling to even try standing back up. Jane had lived up to the tiger print on her outfit and crippled Jane as soon as she could, leaving her as easy prey for the rest of the match.

"God, you are sexy when you're suffering," Vera sighed. She smiled so wide that she might as well have fangs as far as Jane was concerned. "I bet your fans are gonna LOVE this one!" Vera knelt down by Jane's head, the blonde too weak to even drag her leg off of the rope. Vera ended up doing it for her as she wrapped an arm around Jane's neck, forcing her into a sitting position with her held in a simple chokehold. Jane could only gag and drool over her attacker's powerful arm, slapping helplessly at the tightened muscle. Vera swung her body around, forcing her to bend over in front of the camera. Everyone who saw the video would get a perfect shot down her cleavage while her tomato-red face groaned and struggled to breathe.

"There she is, boys!" Vera laughed, using her free hand to roughly slap Jane's face as if trying to wake her up from a deep sleep. "Now let's give them one more big one, huh?" Vera moved her hand behind Jane and slid it inside her bikini bottoms. Jane was too dazed from the chokehold and the pain in her lower body already so that she didn't know what was going on until Vera's painted nails squeezed her pussy hard.

Jane wailed like a baby at the invasively intimate attack, kicking and stomping her weary legs on the mat to create a sluggish, noisy rhythm. "Theeere you go! Give them a nice sexy scream! Ooh, they looove seeing you suffer. 'So long as she's screaming, I'm creaming!' That's what I always say" Vera taunted her, shouting over Jane's shrill and pathetic screams.

She didn't hold the crotch claw for long, but she didn't have to. She released it and the choke all at once, and Jane fell like a ragdoll onto the mats. Her entire body shook in uncomfortable relief, finally able to rest as her heavy breathing pumped her body up and down like a curvy life raft being inflated. Vera gave a triumphant hoot as she paraded around the ring, flexing and adjusting her bikini casually as if she had already won. The worst part was that Jane thought the same thing and wished she would just get it over with.

"Alright, boys. I think it's time you saw one of my favorites," Vera promised as she smiled for the camera. She took Jane by the ankles to drag her to the middle of the ring. Jane moaned wearily and grabbed the bottom rope, but she couldn't hold on for long. She was yanked off with one firm tug before Vera placed her on her back and stepped between her legs. While a true sadist, Jane fearfully had to admit that she knew just what she was doing. With all the attacks to her crotch, feet and legs, her entire lower body was a wreck. On top of crippling her for the match, they made for one easy target.

Jane could only moan and whimper, too short of breath for an actual protest as she recognized Vera's positioning. She folded Jane's legs around for her before sitting down sharply, forcing her into a figure four leg lock. Jane's legs were twisted around, forced into a painfully stiff angle in an awkward position. Her leg muscles were already weak and hurting, so the already effective hold turned into outright torture for the captured blonde.

Jane writhed and thrashed as if she were being electrocuted. She grabbed at the air and the mats for anything that might help her escape or at least relieve the pain, but she found nothing of the sort. "OHHHH GOD! MAKE HER STOP! STOP!!!" Jane howled amidst her wild spasms of pain.

"Yeaaa, that's the stuff!" Vera praised her as she arched her back. She leaned further back, flexing her legs and twisting Jane's legs further out of position. The blonde's long, pained groan came out louder than ever as her hips left the mats, suspended entirely by Vera's strong lower body that was entirely focused on causing her suffering. She let Jane land down on the mats again, allowing her to pant and stare wide-eyed up at the ceiling while she was at least in the minimal amount of pain. Even that was nothing she could ignore, but she slapped the mats to show she surrendered.

"Vera, Jane has tapped out!" the cameraman announced. "Do you accept?"

"Hell no!" Vera cackled. "I'm just getting started. Keep that camera rolling!" Vera smiled for what were surely countless new fans as she leaned back again, making Jane spasm and groan in mind-numbing pain all over again. Jane couldn't believe how badly it hurt. She clutched at her face as tears and sweat poured through her fingertips. "Noooo! No, ref! She breaking my leg! Make her stop!"

Just when she thought Vera was going to keep going until she truly crippled the blonde, Jane felt a slight release in the pressure. When she was in so much suffering, even that slight change felt gave her a wave of relief. She felt some of the feeling return to her legs, even if it was mixed with a sore numbness at the best of spots. Her tender and stinging toes felt something smooth push against them, and some instinctive wriggling of them made Jane's eyes go wide open in horror. Vera had repositioned her hold, leaving Jane stuck as usual but forcing the white woman's foot to rub against her pussy.

"I hope you like this hold," Vera said, though it was unclear if she was talking to Jane or the audience. Or both. "Because I know I will." Vera leaned back, arching her hips to push her crotch into Jane's foot. Jane tried to cringe at the indignity, but she couldn't maintain that for long before the pain overwhelmed her. Once again, Jane's frantic grunts of agony mixed with Vera's delighted moans. The black woman started to hump against her foot, an act that made her whole body bounce and thus rocking Jane in the hold along with her.

"Yea! That's it! Take it, you weak little bitch!" Vera was clearly enjoying herself on a lot of levels. She worked Jane's leg and her own crotch in equal measure, leaving the blonde to let out her shakey howls in time with each abusive and self-satisfying thrust of her hips.

Their ref/camera guy shifted around the ring, either trying to capture every angle or realizing what was going on and trying to get a better look at how badly Jane was being used. She would have been humiliated if the frequently pulses of pain weren't already consuming her brain. She was quickly reduced to arching miserably on the mats, helplessly tapping out when she could spare the mental focus.

"Hey! Don't you pass out on me!" Vera demanded, slapping at one of Jane's aching legs. "I can't finish like that. C'mere...!" She grabbed the end of Jane's free foot (the one that wasn't acting her unwilling source of pleasure) and twisted her big toe, dragging her fingernails across the blonde's tender sole all the way around. Jane broke into fresh cries, screaming herself hoarse as she bounced up and down on the mats. Her shoulders and back thumped against the mats like something between a seisure victim and child's tantrum.

"Yea! Fuck yes! That's how you do it, my little pain slut!" Vera praised Jane as if she had a skill for suffering, grinding harder until Jane couldn't ignore the wet spot growing against her foot. Jane thrust hard against her foot once more, bending Jane's legs even harder. Jane could only think to slap the mats as hard as she could while Vera shuddered from her heavy orgasm, marking Jane's foot with her lusty juices.

"Ask her again," Vera sighed rather calmly, her dark and beautiful skin shining with sweat.

"Jane, do you-?"

"YES! YES! SUBMIT!" she screamed. Just because she had finished pleasuring herself didn't mean that Vera was sloppy enough to release her leglock.

"That's it! Vera wins!" The black-haired wrestler rose up with a triumphant laugh, flexing as she posed with her foot mounted on the limp and listless Jane's face. She was unable to resist in the slightest, only groaning as the victor shoves her sweaty toes into her mouth until she gagged and rolled out of the ring. She could vaguely hear more trash talk pelted at her from Vera in the ring, but she couldn't even focus enough to make it out while she limped backstage. Jane had no idea if she would face Vera again. She could only hope not.