Lu Jiao Jocelyn Vs. Allison Watson

Jocelyn slowly got to her feet. She was still panting pretty hard. There was a dull ache in her back and her head throbbed, among other things. She'd taken a lot of abuse already but when she heard Allison speak and turned her head to catch a glimpse of her face, Jocelyn had to grin. She got up slowly and then turned and faced Allison. Despite having probably taken more damage in the fight, Jocelyn felt good. She was starting to feel confident and less angry.

When she was up, she looked at Allison. Se was still panting and sweat rolled down her body. She felt like just tearing off her dress and fighting in her underwear but she wouldn't give Allison the satisfaction. Instead she flashed another grin and then flipped the Brit her middle finger.

"What's a matter, polecat? Bust a hip trying to put me down? Fucking pussy chomping cunt."

Jocelyn still felt a seething rage for Allison, but her taunts were less about an angry kid, spewing hate at the first unfortunate soul she came across and more about trying to goad Allison. She thought she found a chink in the Brit's posh armor and wanted to see if she could continue to crack open that arrogant facade that Jocelyn hated so much. The Chistalian wanted to win, and wanted to pound Allison's face off but a victory for her would be to knock Allison off her ivory pedestal and bring her down to Jocelyn's level. She was almost there, just a little bit and she'd turn Allison into a beats too. Jocelyn could feel it.

"Oh, simply wonderful, I couldn't have done it better myself. Now, if it pleases you, shall we continue the match? Or are you waiting for something in particular." Allison said, annoyed and impatient.

She didn't wait for Jocelyn to get around to coming after her. Putting this girl down appeared as though it would be an arduous and time consuming task, and Allison considered how far she could safely push the ref. She would very much have liked to have found a random brick that she could bludgeon the girl's head with until it cracked open like a nut.

She advanced on her, and covered the last bit of distance with a lunge before kicking one boot out at Jocelyn's stomach.

Jocelyn spit at Allison. Not with saliva but with words. She felt like a punk right now and it felt good.

"Shit, my bad. I just thought if I waited a minute or two, you would die of old age and I could win that way."

She smirked, but while she was busy talking, Allison was busy getting back into the match. What she thought was an advance, which Jocelyn reciprocated by stalking forward as she berated Allison, turned into a lunging kick that cause her to take a foot to the gut and double her over. She quickly tried to scramble backwards and avoid a follow up but her grin vanished instantly as her nostrils flared.

Allison wasted no time and while Jocelyn was bent over she stood next to her and wrapped one arm around under her shoulder and the other between her legs, letting her wrist press against Jocelyn's crotch. She hefted her up in the air, pulled her forward a bit, and then fell to one knee and dropped Jocelyn gut-first over her outstretched thigh.

"Darling..." She drawled, her accent sounding particularly snooty and condescending. "Please continue, I should hate interfere with you informing me of my shortcomings."

Jocelyn was grabbed before she could get away and was roughly lifted up into the air and smashed into Allison's gut. The leg knocked a breath out of her and she panted weakly, trying to do what Allison commanded.

"F-Fuuu..." That was the best she could manage for now as she tried to wriggle free from Allison who had her in a rather embarrassing position, looking like she was a child about to get spanked for misbehaving.

"Mmm, I like you best this way." Allison purred and caressed the curve of Jocelyn's butt with her palm. "But..."

Allison reached under and slipped her arm through Jocelyn's legs, her hand resting on the small of her back, and grabbed her far shoulder to heft the smaller girl up into the air, then spin her around on the way down so that this time her back fell across Allison's knee. She pressed down on Jocelyn's thigh and her chin to force her to bend painfully backwards.

"No, I like you even better like this."

Jocelyn groaned in the position she was in. She blushed deeply when the posh Brit cupped her ass. In other circumstances, Jocelyn might relish the touch, Allison was quite a beauty if Jocelyn spoke honestly which, of course, shewould never do. But for now the touch was more humiliating than anything.

"Dish lick-HRNGH!"

Ot was all she could managed before she was flipped over and snapped over Allison's knee. When she was bent painfully back, she could only grunt and try and save some face to keep the tears of pain at bay. Her free fot lifted up and stomped down like a horse as she tried to wriggle free.

"Mmm..." Allison cooed again, very slightly writhing her hips and closing her eyes for a moment. She relished the sight of the sexy young punk bent over her knee and suffering helplessly like that. Her eyes wandered over Jocelyn's thin, tattooed body as though she were admiring a lurid piece of art, and she wondered how she could contort the girl to make her more pleasing.

She always loved to watch the legs of a hapless girl while they suffered in one of her holds, the way they kicked and writhed, they way the toes of barefoot girls curled, the way their ankles flexed this way and that, the curves of their thighs and the inevitable exposure of the mound under their tights. Her very favorite part to watch, though, was their faces. To her, their faces twisted in agony were only a few short steps away from ecstasy, like the product of very, very rough, intense sex, of which Allison was something of a connoisseur. As she lifted the arm that held Jocelyn's chin, she watched the girl's face, and then slammed her elbow down into her taught, vulnerable belly.

"hhsssshhhrrrshh!" The grunty-hissing noise that came out of the Chistralian asshe tried to suck in breaths throug her teeth did nothing but leave her looking even more unladlike than the position Allison had put her in as a little bit of spittle would shot from her mouth. Every part of her was a mess now nd Allison seemed to be putting more pressure on.

Jocelyn opened her eyes and tried to screw them upward to see if Jocelyn that ugly smirk bacl on her face. Before she could even see, She saw the elbow that rammed into her gut. Her eyes widened and she rolled off Allison and began coughing as shhe held her stomach. She was starting to feel like she might vomit but she was sure that was just nerves.

Allison stood up and neatly tidied her hair with to fingers, and took a moment to fix the butt of her tights. If Jocelyn had been hoping to embarrass her by exposing more of her butt, she clearly didn't know much about Allison. Moderate discomfort didn't win matches. Intense sustained suffering, a feeling of panicked helplessness, and complete humiliation was Allison's method.

She walked primly to Jocelyn's grounded body and knelt near her head. She grabbed a handful of her short, black hair and picked her head up off the mat to force her to look her in the eye. "I'll admit that I quite like you, despite your obvious inadequacies. Consider this to be your first lesson on becoming a real woman." She said evenly, and then reached back with her other hand and gave Jocelyn a hard, stinging, humiliating slap across her cheek.