In the Hall of the Pharaoh - Sahar Abia vs Nicia

"Guah!" Nicia groaned as she was slammed one more time, dazing her further.

Now she felt like everything around her was spinning, Sahar voices barely registered to her ear. All she knew was that her friend's hands would start prying off her clothes, which weren't much to begin with. She tried to squirm. Tried. But her strength seemed to be gone. She probably barely move while Sahar was having her way with her at the moment.

"S-stop... w-what are you..."

While Sahar was stripping her opponent, she would hear Nicia ask what she is doing. “We are having a Hentai match or have you forgotten that?” replied the Pharaoh as she stripped Nicia clean of her clothes before giving a smirk. She would then attempt to pull her opponent hair, trying to get her friend back to her feet again. Assuming she could, she would then get behind Nicia and place one and in between her legs and another around her neck before lifting her up in a torture rack.

"Gh... y-you..." Nicia wasn't really able to come up with a comeback as Sahar reminded her about the type of match she was in, the half part of it had been more like a normal fight that she kinda forgot about it. "Ngh..." she groaned as Sahar pulled her up to her feet, still struggling futilely to get free from her opponent.

She then felt the Pharaoh's hand slipped between her legs, while the girl's other arm wrapped around her neck. Unable to offer a significant resistance, the platinum blonde haired girl could only yelped as she was lifted up into the torture rack by Sahar.

"Ahh...! L-let me go! Let me go!" she whined while her hands and legs flailing around harmlessly.

Sahar would continue with the torture rack as she heard Nicia pleas to let her go. “Nope, I'm going to hold you up here for a while and display you like a trophy.” stated the Pharaoh as she would then attempt to slip a single finger into her opponent sex, turning the trophy rack into a pleasure rack. “A bit of pain and pleasure.” stated Sahar as she would now walk around the ring trying to display her opponent to everyone watching.

"Gaahh... n-no...! I'm not y-your... aahhm...!" Nicia's protest was cut short as she felt the finger of Sahar slipped into her now exposed sex, her body twitched in the hold as she felt an electrifying sensation sparking inside her.

One of her hands immediately closed her lips while she tried to close her legs as well. She was too late of course, not to mention that there's little she could do to stop Sahar from fingering her at this point. The platinum blonde haired girl squirmed in discomfort, feeling pretty embarrassed now that the crowds roared at the sight of her smaller form being held up, paraded, and stimulated by the Pharaoh. This wasn't how she imagined her career as a wrestler would kick off!

"Nnghh... sstph... mmhh..." she mumbled through her covered lips.

The Pharaoh was enjoying herself currently, parading her opponent off to the entire crowd gave her a sense of power and control over Nicia.  “Now, why should I stop, this is a hentai match.  Or are you giving up?” ask Sahar as she would continue the pleasure rack for a few more moments as she started to finger Nicia faster before suddenly turning on the spot, attempting to get her fellow Egyptian disoriented.  After spinning a few times she would stop stop and drop her opponent down to the ground. Sahar would then take a moment to raise her arms and walk around before making her way towards her friend as she would then attempt to deliver a few stomps right into Nicia head.

"Nmmph...! Nnmmhh...!" Nicia could only sound her refusal to give through muffled moans, unable to uncover her lips without moaning as Sahar continued to finger her in the torture rack hold.

With the Pharaoh spinning around as well in parading her to the audience, the platinum blonde haired girl began to feel a bit disoriented as well. She was totally helpless like this, but giving up wasn't really the option she wanted to pick at the moment. There might be another chance to turn this around, or so a small part of her mind told her.

It didn't seem like a likely occurrence for the time being, however, with her body getting increasingly hot and bothered from the stimulation of Sahar. Just as it seemed like she's going to be pushed towards the edge, though, the bigger girl decided to drop her down, causing Nicia to groan as her form crashed and bounced on the ground. She groaned and writhed, one of her hands was reaching for her crotch to cover it from the hungry eyes of the audience.

She then felt a stomp to her head, causing her to grunt and use her arms to protect it instead. Then another stomp coming. And another. Still feeling disoriented from everything she went through, Nicia could only curl around and endure Sahar's stomping while protecting her head as much as she could at the moment...

Sahar watched as Nicia attempted to protect her head, it was now clear who was in control of this match now. Seeing that her kicks were no longer effective, the Pharaoh would attempt to quickly mount her opponent. If she could get on top of her fellow Egyptian she would then try to grab her friend head with one hand and stuff it right in her chest, trying to suffocate Nicia with a breast smoother as she would wiggle her chest a bit to show off.

Nicia felt like her body had became quite sluggish as it was, and she didn't really move while waiting for another kick from Sahar. It didn't happen, however, as the bigger girl would straddle her instead of hitting her. It wasn't exactly a better situation, which was highlighted with what the Pharaoh did next.

Still feeling a bit winded, Nicia felt her head getting pulled by Sahar... into that cleavage of hers much to her shock. Her eyes widened, but her cry of protest came out late, and muffled well between the breasts of Sahar.

"Mmmm!"

Sahar had managed to not only get on top of Nicia but also place her head right in her chest. She would continue to press while wiggling her chest. “Are you enjoying yourself down there?” stated the Pharaoh as she would pat Nicia on the head while further pushing her into her chest. She would keep a close eye on Nicia, wondering how long she could last before passing out.