Amazon breaks free

"NO!" Amazon shouted. It wasn't like her to try and buy time, but when her career rested on the match...

As Tara sat down on one of Amazon's legs and lifted the other, Amazon suddenly lunged forward, her arms sliding out of the ropes. Grabbing Tara in a bearhug, Amazon lifted her high into the air, and then easily spun her upside down. This time, she added a twist to the move though - she bent Tara's legs so that her right leg was bent at an angle and her left back over it, like in a deathlock. She was strong enough that she could anchor this with only one hand.

Now she had the 69 Tombstone applied, but without the counter Tara had used earlier available.

Actually, without any counter.

Tara's arms were not weak, but they were completely ineffective at breaking the scissor. She couldn't even wrap her fingers around Amazon's leg muscles. And Amazon had been careful to place Tara's head in a place where she couldn't reach Amazon's pussy to perform oral of her own.

The fans watched unhappily as Amazon's tongue went to work on the helpless girl. Tara's hips began to buck, and when she finally reached orgasm, she screamed loud enough that the fans heard straight through the scissors. And as soon as Amazon heard, she dropped down, completing the move.

But Amazon wasn't done.

Now on the mat, she applied a reverse headscissor, using her glutes to apply incredible squeezing power. Her one arm held Tara's legs tied up and useless.

"This is the part where you beg me for mercy, weakling!" Amazon even made sure to pronounce the W correctly. And then she shoved her entire hand inside Tara's pussy, twisting it, hitting all the nerve endings, sending her into dizzying climaxes, one after another.

"GIVE!" Amazon demanded.

But Tara, even though she couldn't do anything other than pant, shook her head as best she could in the scissor hold.

"You are just making things worse for yourself." Amazon decided to do even more. She dropped the legs and loosened the scissor to position one of Tara's arms across her own throat, and then clamped it back down, trapping the arm. She then maneuvered to trap Tara's other arm between her ankles, completely immobalizing her upper body. Reapplying the same leg hold, Amazon **** the legs down further until she could reach Tara's ass with that arm - and she immediately shoved two fingers in.

"AH!" Tara screamed in shock and horror. No one had EVER, to this point, managed to do this to her. She tried desperately to fight away, but she was imprisoned, completely immobilized, by Amazon's mighty muscles.

Amazon resumed her fist attack, and she lowered her head to lick at Tara's clit. The poor girl was experiencing orgasms so fast that she couldn't even keep track, and her body was so tightly locked up, it couldn't release the energy it was getting from them. Her body was fatiguing, it hurt all over despite the unending ecstasy...

Finally, she choked out the humiliating words.

"Please... please stop... I submit."

Amazon laughed wickedly, but didn't let up.

"Who is your Goddess?"

Tara didn't answer. Amazon squeezed on the headscissor even harder.

"Who is your Goddess?"

In a tiny voice, Tara answered "You are."

"You will say it louder!"

"You are."

Amazon laughed again. "Now scream it. Beg for mercy. Make sure that every person in the audience and every girl in the back hears it. You vill leave no doubt that I own you, body mind and soul!" She took Tara's clit in her teeth lightly and blew, vibrating her lips and tongue.

"AAAAIIEE!! AMAZON IS MY QUEEN AND MY GODDESS! MERCY PLEASE, GODDESS! MERCY!!!"

Amazon stood. She had not cum once, yet there was no way to count how many times Tara had. She thought about demanding her defeated opponent pay her tribute, but decided against it. As horny as she was, she would go without sex. It would strengthen her resolve.

Raising her arms to boos from the fans, Amazon triumphantly left the ring. Tara lay in there, still in the position she'd been in Amazon's holds, too exhausted to even cry over what had just happened to her.