Layla McCarthy vs Natasha Han

layla's eyes widned when Natasha grabbed her leg, and when she wrapped her own legs around it she knew exactly what she was going for. SHe cried out in pain once she was placed in the legbar, her knee particulary in a good amount of pain.

Luckily for Layla she had trained in using submission holds like these, which meant she knew exactly how to counter them. Using her free leg the smaller girl would try to fight through the pain, and kick out against Natasha's ankles to try to break the lock she had. If that worked, Layla would immediately scissor Natasha's own leg, turning the leg bar onto her.

Natasha began to pull and yank with all her might, but Layla's swift thinking would save her, forcing her to break the hold before she had it held for too long. Of course, this would tell Natasha exactly how to counter it as Layla began to try the same thing to her, using her own free leg to kick back at Layla's ankles.

Once again Layala's small size would be brought into play. Natasha's legs were almost as tall as Layla was, making it easier to hold onto. Effectively she had latched onto Natasha's leg like a parasite. No amount of kicking would dislodge her. With a small smile, Layla would start to crank the pressure on Natasha's leg.

Natasha's face began to scrunch up in pain, but she wasn't about to let Layla get the advantage on her again, not this time. Sure, she couldn't kick at Layla's leg, but she had another plan. Nat drew back her leg and would try to thrust it forward towards Layla's chin, trying to push her head back, putting pressure on her chin and jaw as she extended her long leg towards her.

"Guh!!" Layla grunted as Natasha's boot was shoved under her chin. It continued to push her head back as Natasha kept extending her leg. She couldn't hold on like this much longer. But through the pain came a wicked idea. She would grab Natasha's extending leg with her arms while at the same time keeping her legs wrapped around the other. Layla would then begin to spread both of the Russian's legs out, putting real pressure on her inner thighs, and make her crotch stick out quite nicely.

"Ah...AAAGH!"

Natasha yelped loudly as she felt her legs being split, her crotch being revealed to the audience around the arena. She had messed up with that last move, and now Layla was making her pay. She felt like a wishbone being spread apart, tension and pain jolting through her legs.

Her mind began to race, trying to think of a way to free herself, but again, it seemed like Layla had her trapped just where she wanted her...

"You know what you're like?" Layla with a cute little smile. "You're like a great big toy. Cause I'm having a lot of fun playing with you." She spread the Russian's legs a little further, almost to the limit. It looked like she really was trying to break Natasha like a wishbone. "Now what should I wish for?" Layla wondered aloud. Using one hand to keep hold of Natasha's leg her other would bein to lightly tickle the woman's exposed crotch, giving her both pain and pleasure at the same time.

Natasha's cheeks began to redden, a blush forming over her face as she felt Layla starting to tickling her crotch. Another whimper passed her lips, shifting into a relunctant moan after a moment. This...this was just too much for her. She had been completely humilated this match, and now Layla was taking it just too far for the Russian's tastes.

Another louder, stronger moan would emerge, this would laced with both pleasure and agony. Natasha began to shake her head, closing her eyes slowly. "Pl...please, stop..." she gently whispered, realizing that this was it, she didn't have anything left against the smaller, fiercer woman she had been fighting. "N-no more, not this, please..."

Layla smiled with glee at Natasha's pleas. Unfortunately they would fall on deaf eas. "What's the matter?" she asked mockingly, giving an extra jolt to spread her legs a bit. "I thought you said this ring was reserved for fighters?" After teasing Natasha's sex for a few more moments Layla would suddenly clench her hand into a fist, and slam it hard into the Russian's crotch.

If Natasha had been yelling and yelping earlier in the match, now she would be screaming as Layla's powerful fist drove into her crotch, the pure furious strength of the small girl causing Natasha's entire body to jerk from the pain, the Russian flailing her arms, trying to kick her legs angrily but finding them still locked up. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes, though she would do her best to fight them off. She didn't have a reply to Layla's words, other than her agonized scream.