Chloe Mason vs Annette Weber - Beach Heat

Those legs of hers were the one thing that Chloe took much notice of Annette the first time she laid eyes on her. Not to say that the other parts weren’t deserving of praise. With her supermodel background, her body was appetizing to the eyes. The periwinkle-nearing-platinum that shimmers in the light, giving it almost an illuminous aura around her head like a halo. The sun-kissed skin that Chloe has had plenty of chances to feel. And it was glorious indeed. The warm smile gave off an angel-like disposition. To put it in simpler terms, Ann could really come off as non-threatening.

But then there were the legs. Sure, they weren’t Alicia Wells levels of noteworthy, and they don’t stick out as well as others, but Chloe knew better. Even her own packed power to crack more than a few ribs, and they were packaged in this slim, toned look. The Norwegian’s were no different. Not bulky, but accentuated. A bit dense, yet lithe and focused. Built for purpose.

Although the ex-commissioner didn’t expect said purpose was smashing someone’s cunt till they weep, but here we are.

Chloe usually prides herself on being a good judge of character. Though she didn’t expect that kind of cruelty from Annette, who had delivered a hellacious blow to the crotch. Perhaps she was banking on that from the start, or Annette didn’t take too kindly to Chloe interrupting her work just moments before. Hard to tell, really. Especially with her mind wracked with pain and pleasure. The scales were tipping slightly towards the pain side of things, especially how much her crotch ached for mercy. But before the American would be granted as such, she still had a few debts to pay.

Left with her one leg and not so much gas in the tank, Chloe bears the brunt of Ann’s offence, reminding her she had skills that were far less delightful. The American had been able to evade most of what Ann threw at her before, but now she was exposed for the fullest extent of Ann’s torture. Chloe couldn’t tell if they were more potent than the last time she had a taste, but as she caught the European’s sand-covered barefoot right in the side of her face, it didn’t hurt any less, that was for sure.

Even with the effort they exerted, Ann swung her body in the sand without missing a beat, kicking a fair degree above her chest with impressive speed. Her head violently snapped back, the golden mane dancing in the air as her skull rocked from the kick. The Norwegian was caring enough to let other parts getting some attention, a strike to the gut taking more of her breath away before she’d again let her foot smack on her favorite spot of the match so far. The blow to Chloe’s stomach would have been enough to have her lurch forward, the shot to the pussy had her pitching even more so. “Hughhh…haahhhh…Well…Aren’t…you-ghhk….having…fun…darling...?”

Annette wondered if it would be wrong to have to admit to herself how turned on she was getting at seeing Chloe spasm with each hit. Chloe had been such a tough opponent from the second they'd crossed one another in the sand. She was so strong, smart, and had a unique style that was difficult to get a read on. She was the exact type of woman that would have knocked her senseless with one hand behind her back only a few years ago, when Ann was a simple student with a new belt and a clean dogi. If Ann was beaten by her, she wouldn't have despaired in the slightest.

And yet there was something about the prospect of beating a woman like this that spurred her on. It was Ann could tell that she took great care in her appearance and it showed even in moments like these. The way her blonde hair flowed like silk as it whipped in the air, how her body rocked back and forth against her. Every motion so smooth and fluid. The more she watched, the more she wanted to see.

Even Ann was a little impressed with the amount of finesse she put on display. Three simultaneous kicks, but of course that wouldn’t be enough to put Chloe down so easily. She was haggard and reeling which was a good sign. It was the first time she’d seen her beginning to exhaust herself. That only made Annette more confident with her next play, which showed in the way her pink lips seemed to take on a devilish quality as she grinned down at the reeling American.

"Not as much as you are." Ann raised her leg high into the air over Chloe's head with the angle that should have suggested an axe kick, one with the potential to knock the blonde unconscious with a blow to the right part of the neck. But that wasn't what the Norweigan was after. Her leg came down and coiled around Chloe's exposed neck. What should have been a cutting blow became a strong push to the back of her head.

Is this something of a strange kink that Annette was into? Just left with so many questions at this point.

Like, it just had to be the crotch, didn’t it? One shot to the coochie was terrible enough, and Chloe was still left reeling from how she was brought to the edge. But Annette just had to do the second one, just after she was knocked silly from the two subsequent blows, amplifying the torture even more. At that point, her pussy ached more of pain than pleasure, or at least she thought it was pain. Her head was knocked loopy, her hair dishevelled, most of the careful beauty had been ruined by the Norwegian. The blonde wasn’t quite sure if getting cuntbusted actually gives pleasure, but she knows there are stranger people out there. Especially in the land, they are standing on.

A brief moment where she saw a red part on Annette’s instep had her wondering if she drew blood just then. But her wits told her that it would have been the ruby red lipstick that she was wearing, getting a bit of smudge on it. It might have been a full-on kiss mark on it; Chloe couldn’t tell with how out of it she is. The same part of the foot wasn’t going to kiss it better; it had the ex-commissioner howling in pain. As a fair trade-off, Chloe was gifted with grains of sand that came from Annette’s instep, now stuck on her cheek and part of her lip. Chloe didn’t need to see that devilish, baleful smile to know Annette was enjoying this. Perhaps a lot more than she realises. It would be the same kind of smile she’d do when she had someone reeling. Truth be told, the last thing Chloe expected was to have another her torturing her with kicks. Even she knew of the many ways she could prolong one’s humiliation. At that moment, she was at the European’s mercy, and the American could only hope she’s a bit nicer.

Chances of that were slim, though, and Chloe knew it. She saw that leg drop down before her once she pitched forward, near digging into the sand. Most likely, they weren’t done with her yet, and Chloe could only brace what was to come. Something painful, that was likely. Another shot to the cunt, less so, but still in the realms of possibility. Her brow furrowed as she heard Annette’s voice, just as that leg began to rise up above that golden head of hers. Almost reaching to the sandy ground beneath them, a near shroud to mask her hurt features. “Nnnghh…You think I-KUUUGGGH!”

Whatever she was about to say was cut off when she felt that leg striking the back of her neck. It wasn’t a tiny part of the foot that had all the force concentrated for a sharp blow; it was the sense that she had a metal baseball bat just wrap around her neck. The attack blasted behind Chloe’s head; what would have been her planting down to the sand if it was an axe kick turned to be the blonde finding her world turned upside down. It was so quick, yet it was a sight to behold for the crowd and Annette herself. Chloe’s near-regal form landed onto her back with an audible thump, not entirely concrete, yet still took the wind out of her.

Right back at square one. Great.

Mario would have been so proud of her.

She ended up in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu on a whim more than anything, just a suggestion from one of her friends that sounded fun at the time. Even more so after Fate Wrestling finally wrapped. It was so much harder back then. How many times did she end up in that same position? Drenched in sweat, looking up at the sky, aching all over from head to toe. Her old teacher had beat those techniques into a delicate flower like her and the results were the lovely opponent at her feet and all the time in the world. She knew exactly what it felt like to be in Chloe's spot right now.

She knew she was ready for the finale.

Ann stood tall with a hand at her hip, smiling innocently as she stepped carefully around the American and stopped at her feet. Ann faced her straight on, looking up the length of her body and touching a foot to the blonde's. One foot glided up along her leg, brushing her toes over her thigh and between her legs until she came to a stop at the lower half of her scarlet two-piece. Her toes pressed gently down on the damp center, watching the dark circle slowly expand beneath her pressure with a pulsing warmth against the tips of her toes. With a satisfied hum, Ann continued and shifted her attention to the side of the commissioner's hip. Her toes reached out and pinched one knot between her toes and gently pulled back, undoing the thread slowly but surely until it completely unraveled into two simple strings that floated elegantly down to the sand the moment Ann released them from her grip. Ann brought her foot back after undoing the knot. Then, with a simple brush of her soles across Chloe's waist, she brushed her bikini aside, exposing the bare sex of the sunflower blonde to the warm air and the baying cheers of the auidence. Yet Ann couldn't hear them. She simply marveled at the blushing opening underneath her beck and call, glistening in thein the sun. "Beautiful."

She continued back on her path, bringing her foot slowly away from Chloe’s sex to move along her toned, bare abdomen, between her sweat-clad chest, along the ridge of her neck and under her jaw until her bare soles grazed her chin, and her toes pressed against her ruby lips. Her grin brightened as she pressed down and slipped one digit inside, then another, and began a slow swirl.

"Chloe Mason, kissing my feet. Today has been such an ecstatic experience. I honestly can't express how much joy you've brought me." Annette giggled to herself as she looked down at the punchdrunk blonde glowing in the sun. Her foot pressed to her cheek, aligning their gazes. She stared into Chloe, and let her know the most honest part of herself. "Allow me to return one honor with another."

Ann withdrew her foot from the American's face, letting her soles brush against the sweat-stained skin as she pulled away and took only two steps back. Standing on one leg, Annette slowly raised the other high, high into the air and above her head. The bottom of her heel pointed to the sky. One second. Two. And three...the Norwegian would fall forward and deliver a falling kick into the American's face. At the same time, her bikini-clad crotch would make an impact between Chloe's parted thighs. In one motion, Ann would deliver a finishing blow to Chloe's face and slam their most precious regions together in a rapturous union accompanying the resounding echoes of smacking flesh and the throes of pleasure.

Was this the first time Chloe found herself on the floor, laying on her back? No. Though it had been a long time since that had happened. The nearest time was when she had Debra piercing her stiletto heel onto that foot of hers. Some sort of sick initiation that she had in mind for any of her would-be employees. The kind of torture that Debra and Helena were administering on her was brutal, but Masons were always strong in their mindset. She endured, and all of it would end up being worth it. Soon as Debra fell apart, due to Chloe finding surprising information about her mother, she ended up selling the business away. Another asset to add to Chloe’s ever-growing control. Another piece in the chessboard

Was this the first time she had been so spent and beaten after a match? No. Contrary to how successful Chloe has been in AFW, especially with her kick-oriented style, the start of Chloe’s journey was rough on her. Her father put her in the deep end when she was too rebellious for her parents’ orders. He tried to teach Chloe a lesson. And while the blonde got lucky in that ‘match’, it was the first moment to put a wedge in the family. While all the other oldheads went back to their desks, Chloe battled and trained, getting better with each battle. The beginning was much more brutal to her, not yet finding the right style, the right power and speed to make it work, and that had her coming back home with more bruises. Chloe had lost before she would win. Even with how affluent she was, the ex-commissioner went through the process, just as any fighter would. She shared the same sweat, tears and everything else. Made her more relatable when she was commissioner. It takes a lot of effort to get to her level—a lot of it.

Was this the first time Chloe was left stripped bare and humiliated for all to see? No. While she was perhaps the most excellent teacher Chloe had ever had, Emilia would punish her for her failures greatly. Though that blame laid at Chloe’s feet, being so cocky that she could take out her tutor. One would think the first time Emilia stripped her bare and have her way with her body would also be the last. But Chloe kept coming back. Some say the American was a glutton for punishment, a massive masochist undercover. Emilia would think the same, that was until Chloe kept uttering the exact words to her.

I’ll get you back one day. I swear it.

It wasn’t just a threat; it was a promise that Chloe made to herself. She was determined to get better and one day pay her back what she owed and then some. It took a while, but even Emilia saw she was getting closer and closer each day. What would turn into an absolute squash later became Chloe giving her a bit of trouble. And then it turned to be somewhat troublesome to contain, but Emilia remained one step ahead. But even she knew it was inevitable. One day Chloe will catch up. One day she’ll close the gap. And once Chloe got her, the reward was just oh so sweet. That was the moment that got Chloe so hooked in the feeling of absolute domination. That is the feeling she kept craving all of this time.

Was this all that Ann had been feeling? Maybe. The ashen-haired Norwegian had been full of surprises, though Chloe wondered if that had to do with herself awakening that potential. At first, she expected Ann to dominate her with just grappling. Only to find the European could use those lithe and lethal legs of hers for other things too. She wasn’t just a sweet little lamb; Ann had a mean streak hidden underneath the disarming smile. Something much sinister concealed, shrouded in mystery and leaving her opponents confounded and bewildered. Chloe looked up, even after that very foot had trailed and taken a tour of her battered body and undid her bikini bottom, found a way to her lips. She looked up into Annette’s eyes, staring at the eyes that watched with morbid curiosity. Chloe saw herself in those eyes, far from innocent and caring. She knew that look. The same one she gave when she had conquered Emilia. The way those toes pressed inside, swirling around those ruby lips. Chloe showed no signs of resisting; her body had since gotten used to the touch Ann had brought as she strolled down her handiwork.

Was this the first time that Chloe smiled in the face of defeat? Yes. It was a morbid kind of smile, her face a bit smooched with how Ann’s foot pressed on her cheek. Chloe stared at those eyes. And she began to chuckle. Audible to Annette only, but the audience saw it. The hardened, pained look had since relaxed. Something was funny to the blonde; the crowd thought it was some inside joke. Nobody knew, but only Chloe knew. She gave a sigh as Ann removed her foot away before stepping back. “The pleasure…is all mine.” She looked content, seeing the Norwegian lift that leg high into the air. Chloe knew what was coming next. That was the finale. And she welcomed it with open arms. She waited for the hammer to drop down on her, that foot pointed towards the heavens. One. Two. Three. Then it began to drop. Chloe gave one more blink, letting the final sight within her consciousness be that foot dropping down on her face.

“But for you, my darling…oh how little you knew of what you just become…”

Was this the first time that Chloe’s juices exploded upon impact like this? Was this the most spectacular way Annette had reached the climax? Was this the first time she had been this impressed? Was this the first time Chloe was looking forward to seeing more of her?

Já.

Perfection.

The kick was everything she was hoping for, but the reaction she received went clear beyond her expectations. Ann nearly finished herself right then and there, but one look at Chloe's limp body and she knew the outcome was decided. The official was quick to raise her hands high into the air and formally declare an end to this battle upon the blazing sands.

But frankly, Ann wasn't paying too much attention to any of that. The swim model's eyes lingered on the once vivacious and elegant body pinned beneath her foot. Powerful yet in a way that added to the mystique and allure that only someone like Chloe was capable of pulling off. The Norwegian was suddenly made aware of her own, imminent climax and, without realizing it, an unhealthy smirk began to take shape.

She retracted her foot back and sat up across Chloe’s waist, keeping their most sensitive and slick areas connected. Her hands came down to the strings at her hips and unraveled the restraints on her bottom piece, peeling the thin piece of fabric aside and dropping it carelessly to the side. Annette leaned over American’s half-bare body. Her ample chest pressed to the commissioner’s modest pair that rose and fell with each idle breath exuding from her dreamy state. The Norwegian's silver hair fell to one side as she brought their faces close together. The heat welling from her flushed cheeks seemed to glow with the loose strands of platinum and steel around them as her hips began a slow grind.

"And for the record, Ms. Mason." Ann picked up her speed, moving with even greater friction. She moved an inch closer. Her lips brushed against the tips of Chloe’s with each word, making sure the meaning was captured even in a faint impression. "I'm nobody's 'darling'."

Closer…

Closer…

"Ahhnn!" The ecstasy hit her like a massive wave against the ocean shore. Her head threw back as her lowe half spasmed irrevocably against Chloe's refined features steeped in their mutual essence. She thrust strongly twice more as the last tapered away and she rode down from the high with one last, refreshing sigh. Her eyes peeled open to the clear blue sky. The colors were much more vivid, and the world seemed to breathe along with her.

Ann let her gaze slowly fall to the floor and smiled once more at the beautiful woman between her legs. She stood up to two feet and flicked the sweat from her brows before she turned around and walked out of the circle back up the walkway. There was nothing else to be said. More than anyone else, she was certain that the two of them would meet again.

And Ann would be ready to repay her kindness once more.

Winner: Annette Weber