The wrestling ring was alive with the energy of the cheering crowd, their eyes glued to the spectacle before them. Rhea Seehorn, her heart pounding in her chest, confronted Anya Taylor Joy about her blatant flirtation with Rhea's husband.
"I can't believe you have the audacity to flirt with my husband right in front of me," Rhea spat, her voice dripping with venom.
Anya, cool and collected, simply shrugged and suggested a wrestling match to settle the score. "What better way to prove who's the better woman than a good old-fashioned wrestling match?" she challenged.
Rhea, unable to resist the bait, agreed. They set the night of the match and Rhea found herself standing in the red corner, dressed in a silver high cut leotard, black knee pads, and boots. Across from her, Anya stood confidently in the blue corner, wearing a sexy blue leotard and black boots.
As the match began, Rhea took control, using her strength and experience to her advantage. She had Anya pinned down, ready to submit, when she noticed something. "Where are your knee pads?" Rhea asked, a smug smile on her face.
Anya simply winked and said, "I don't need them."
Rhea, feeling confident in her victory, decided to have a little fun. She put Anya in a headlock, squeezing tightly. "Submit now," she demanded.
But Anya had other plans. She reached out and grabbed Rhea's breast, surprising her. Rhea, caught off guard, loosened her grip, giving Anya the opportunity she needed.
With a swift move, Anya scooped one of Rhea's thighs and lifted her up, her hand still full of Rhea's breast. Rhea expected a backdrop, but Anya had other plans. She dropped Rhea straight down, slamming her crotch first into Anya's hard bony knee.
Rhea let out a guttural gasp, the pain radiating through her body. She doubled over and clutched her broken crotch, experiencing the same feeling men felt when hit in the testicles.
Anya took advantage of Rhea's vulnerable state and handcuffed her wrists behind her back. She rolled Rhea over and forced her legs wide open using her own legs and weight.
Rhea felt vulnerable and embarrassed, but found relief in the fact that Anya seemed interested in only humiliating Rhea now, rather than attacking her.
As the minutes ticked by, Rhea began to feel a sensation building up in her pussy. She realized she actually needed to pee.
Anya noticed Rhea's unease and told her she shouldn't have drank so much water before the fight. Rhea pleaded for Anya to give her a real deal.
But Anya said that Rhea could just continue to hold in her piss until she couldn't anymore if she didn't like Anya's terms. Rhea, desperate and embarrassed, consented to have one of her breasts exposed.
Anya reached out and tugged onto Rhea's leotard until her left breast was out. Rhea was extremely embarrassed and pleaded for Anya to let her go now.
But Anya told her to let the crowd get a good look for a minute. Rhea complied, thinking she could finally use the restroom after a few seconds.
A few minutes later, Anya still had Rhea in the same hold and Rhea's bladder was on the verge of exploding. She begged to use the bathroom.
Anya laughed and told Rhea to let everyone in the crowd know that Anya beat her by breaking her "lady balls". Rhea repeated those words as loud as she could and begged to use the bathroom.
But Anya just smiled and said, "Not yet, Rhea. You'll have to wait until I'm good and ready to let you go."
Rhea, trapped and humiliated, could do nothing but wait and pray that she wouldn't embarrass herself further in front of the cheering crowd.
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