Chapter 9: Twisted Hand of Law
The body oil gradually enveloped Leo's naked form in its sticky embrace and made her skin shine in the spotlight. Roy was her main "assistant", spreading the liquid throughout the countess' body but mostly concentrating on her privates (if one could even call them that considering Leo's lack of clothing) squeezing and rubbing them like they were lovers in bed. However, a couple of other men also managed to sneak their palms in and now slowly caressed the girl's curves while she stood there and savored every second of this moment.
Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was getting wet not only because of oil, yet she kept her concentration and gazed at the fighters in the opposing corner.
"Hey, why are you taking so long? Afraid of us?" Dora grinned from ear to ear.
"No, I'm just thinking what could I teach you rookies while I kick your asses until they're red," Leo parried. "I think I'd start by pointing out those hideous pieces of fabric you wear."
Dora and Black simultaneously furrowed their brows at this insult, but Leo continued:
"They aren't practical and only weigh you down by putting pressure on your skin... just like any clothes would do to a woman. Am I right?"
The crowd applauded in response.
"Amazing," Roy said. "You've been here for only an hour and already managed to turn the crowd against their main faces."
"That's called charisma, honey," Leo blew him a kiss, then continued berating the wrestlers:
"Moreover, these loincloths of yours provide a disadvantage as somebody (probably me) might (probably will) pull at them and limit your movements at some point (probably during our fight). So my first advice would be to take them off and fight me like a woman with self-respect would--naked!"
The crowd erupted in their loudest cheering yet while Dora and Black stood silent for a moment.
"Hm, well played. Let's make this a show they won't forget!" Black said and began pulling off her mankini while Dora untied her tongue.
Soon, the two stood in front of Leo in their birthday suits, their taut backsides and glistening pussies free for everybody to look at.
"Now that's our style. Let's see if you can back it up in combat!" Leo grinned like a maniac and assumed her offensive stance, taking a large step closer.
Both Dora and Black suddenly stepped back. A shadow of doubt appeared on their faces. Maybe they underestimated this mysterious nudist after all.
However, the fight had started before they could change their decision. Leo charged immediately, though the two were lucky to dodge the first blow by jumping in opposite directions. Dora, being the strongwoman, counterattacked first but paid for it dearly: the countess quickly bent her arm behind her back and made her fall with a leg sweep.
The witch appeared from behind and tried choking Leo out, but the blonde managed to hit her with her taut ass and threw the opponent over her shoulder with a powerful armdrag. The countess thought she was winning, but fighting two opponents at once distracted her, and Dora was able to capitalize by kneeing her right in the vulva. The blonde gasped in pain, and the crowd reacted by ouching in unison.
Body oil helped her to slip free from Dora's next hold as their bodies rubbed against each other in sexy chaos. The strongwoman made a wrong move and got hit by Leo's pussy right in the face, after which the blonde locked her head between her thighs. While it could've seemed like a dream to some, Dora cried for help, feeling that she might suffocate at any moment.
Black came to her aid by pulling Leo's hair and hitting her against the mat. The two worked together and managed to limit her movements by landing atop her for a second.
"That's right, bitch!" Dora's voice echoed throughout the building. "We'll make you eat our asses after this!"
At this point, Leo realized she probably shouldn't have told them how to effectively counter wrestling moves before their fight. Would her hubris be her downfall? Maybe, but not this time, as she was still a lot stronger than two wannabe sportswomen.
"For the windstriking school!" she shouted so loudly her opponents twitched, yet it was only the beginning.
With a furious battle cry, Leo caught Dora's head and turned the strongwoman around, hitting her against the ring and landing on top of her. Then she used Black's weight against her and made the witch fall down right on top of her buddy. Before they could react, Leo masterfully tied their arms together and applied a painful hold that made both of them cry out like banshees.
Their first instinct was to break free, but they quickly realized any movement made the pain ten times worse. Neither of the wrestlers has ever seen something like this. They were guaranteed to remember the word "windstriking" for the rest of their lives.
"I give, I give, please, stop!" Dora pleaded with tears in her eyes.
"Y-yes, stop... if you don't, I'm gonna cum!" Black yelled, to which both her friend and Leo reacted with surprise.
"W-what? Damn, it's too late!" the witch said right before releasing a loud moan of pure pleasure.
"Uh, so that's why you're into this sport, huh?" Leo began spanking the orgasming girl, enjoying her yelling.
The crowd was on their feet, including Roy, who looked at the countess with a lovestruck expression. As the blonde got up, the announcer came to the ring and showered her with champagne, which she didn't even bother drinking, instead letting it spill all over her and drip down all the way to her pussy. If there was ever an image that should've been used for a combat sports recruitment, this was it.
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Leo and Roy walked on the dark street like they owned the entire city, even though both were staggering and stumbling over each other due to the tiredness and alcohol kicking in.
"You're a goddess, Leo!" Roy spoke in delight.
"Alright, alright, no need to get blasphemous." Leo jokingly pressed her finger to the man's lips, and they both chuckled.
