Thread: Blood, Sweat And Tears (Ragnarok and AlluringEnigma)

It had been a blur. One second, she had been desperately fending off the timed and grueling blows of the enraged champion, the next, Ava had been lost to the world, her head left reeling as she slowly murmured to no one in particular What the fuck just happened? It was as if the entire world had crumbled around her, and it had all happened so quickly. She had victory at her fingertips, as well as Aidas untouched sex, and then she had lost it all. Now, all she could do was look upwards at the bright lights which shone so brightly, exposing her weakness for the world to see. So this is what losing feels like she thought rather naively. And her thoughts here cut short just then. There would be no time to try and understand what had happened, or to deal with the fallout. No, this crowd wanted her torn apart on stage, and a shiver went through her as Aida began to walk towards her. Just as quickly as she had lost the win, she was flipped onto her back, with a harsh foot digging itself into her bruised ribs. Lying on her stomach, however, provided no respite, as a foot soon drove her into the ground, her chest being painfully tugged at as her face was grinded into the ground. Aida was experienced, and her movements revealed that quite quickly, as deft hands began to rip apart the sports bra that had been concealing her rather ample chest. With such raw power, it didnt take Aida long, and soon her bra had found its way into the stands, to the massive delight of the audience, the action leaving a crimson tinge behind in the defeated fighters cheeks. There was something about being pushed face down in the bloody and sweaty mat that aroused her, which in turn embarrassed her further. Her tanned skin, especially that of her stomach and face, was now a sweaty, grimy mess. This, combined with the ordeal she was about to endure, dressed her up for the part Aida so wanted her to play perfectly namely that of the cheap and filthy whore. She was already a blushing, wet mess and the evening had barely begun, a fact that was nt lost on the defeated Ava. Her tight shorts were next, another prize offered to the crowd. She knew that there were people that collected these types of things, and even ones that would bring them, nailed onto a poster, in support for the opponent. What was worse was that her panties had went with the shorts, and from the brief glimpse upwards to the audience, the same person had collected every bit of her outfit. She didnt know why, but she had a feeling that it would be appearing in her next fight, and that bothered her to no end. Yet, all she could do, despite her rage and embarrassment, was to silently take the abuse of Aida, hoping that her end would be quick and plotting for revenge. That said, it was rather difficult to focus on planning her revenge when her backside was being brutalized, with hard slaps raining down on the tender flesh, leaving behind red prints that marked her as exactly what she was for the night property. What was worse was the cheers that followed each action, a constant reminder of the public nature of her humiliation, the eyes of the audience burning holes in her nubile form, the overwhelming presence of Aida placating her, the soul-crushing defeat still enough to quiet down most of her resistance for the moment. But then, a line was crossed. She felt a fistful of her brunette locks being forced upwards, her crimson face now forced to stare at the wide eyes of the audience, her humiliation now easily evident on her face. She knew just how embarrassed and defeated she looked, and this only added to the odd mix of arousal and shame that seemed to dominate her mood at the moment. It was hard to deny that Aidas crotch rubbing up against her bare form was unappealing, but she wouldnt endure this humiliation for such a thing, not if she had a choice, which she really didnt. And then it hit her, exactly what Aida was going to do to her on the stage, in front of everyone. Fingers found their way to the outside of her slit, which was thoroughly aroused by then, a fact that was clearly not lost on the Valkyrie. The taunting was the worst part, as she was forced to look at the crowd, the sharp and incisive words of her foe only illuminating the reality of the situation further. She may have been the first to violate Aida, but now she was going to pay dearly for such an affront. That said, Ava was hardly going to take it like a whimpering little bitch. At the very least, shed show that was her still fight left in her, even if Aida would do her best to finger, whip, torture and squeeze every bit of it out of her. Fuck you. I heard you moan like a slut around my fingers. Next time, Ill have you begging for me to beat you she added with a growl, though the words were hardly intimidating when she was tits-down on the mat while being fingered. Indeed, she was already panting from the skillful fingers of her opponent, and her lack of substantial sexual encounters meant she was only going to be done over quicker. Sure, she had masturbated before, and had sex before, but getting brutally and viciously fingered in front of an audience with adrenaline coursing through her veins, that was a whole different story, and she was entirely unsure of how long that tale would last. And there it was, the first moan from the cocky brunette fighter. And this seemed to open the gates, as it was not long before she could do little but moan and pant against the champions fingers. They started out soft, barely audible to Aida herself, but soon they grew in volume, and the crowd began to laugh at her, yelling out jabs like whore and slut as she was fingered, her body trapped down by the weight of her opponent. There was absolutely nothing Ava could do to stop her opponent, and her inhibition had all but vanished. The slow realization that she was going to be pushed to climax in front of all these people slowly dawned on her, leaving a sinking feeling in her gut. Even worse, every expression was seen by the audience. Besides her breasts, her face was her best asset, and now that dreamy visage was anything but, with her facial muscles contorting every which way, her mouth forming Os as she moaned, the audience members in front of her treated to a show, which was greeted by insults too horrible to recount. At this point, she couldnt get much lower. She was certainly not a whore, but her body played the part perfectly, now writhing underneath Aida, her hips bucking against the fingers that were so far inside of her. To Avas infinite dismay, she was greeted by the lens of a camera, which was circling around the octagon, catching every expression and every action she made. No doubt the film would find its way online and around the audience, and here she was, on the verge of an orgasm, being pushed towards it by a girl she despised and being taunted by an audience that was enjoying every second of it. Any other time, she would have ripped someones head off from their shoulders, or at the very least voiced her frustration, but the overwhelming mix of emotions and arousal seemed to leave her drugged, unable to do much except incoherently moan and cry out, dreading the telltale minutes before climax. Yet, it had hardly been minutes before she felt the beginnings of her finish. Aida was quick to key in on it too, noticing how desperate and loud the cries of her victim had become and quickly adding another finger to the mix, her other hand yanking on the fist of hair, a mix of pain and pleasure now coursing through Ava as she began to desperately cry out. She knew she was close, and so did the audience, their intent eyes awaiting one of the worst humiliations, second only to admitting subservience to another, cheering Aida on, who seemed inspired to redouble her efforts by the enthusiasm of the audience. Without warning, Ava began to spasm and shake uncontrollably, the onset of one of her most violent orgasms occurring before the eyes of the audience. The pace of the fingering picked up, and Avas face scrunched up, her hazel eyes looking out at the crowd, mindlessly, consumed by the immense pleasure her mind was dealing with. To the casual observer, she looked like nothing more than a degenerate whore, a slut eager for her next sexual satisfaction, and it was hard to deny such an allegation. Despite her bluster and her humiliation, there was a little part of Ava that was enjoying herself, enjoying being the slut that people craved to see, enjoying being used, and most of all enjoying being at the whim of the temperamental Aida. Aida grinned, and Ava cried out, as her aroused sex began to spray out the telltale juices that marked her defeat, coating the hands of the champion and the floor of the mat. Aidas grip loosened on Avas hair, and she slumped to the ground, brunette locks scattered over the floor, pants emanating from her as she came down from cloud nine. This was the thing she had feared most, and it had happened with ease. Yet, even with the anger and resentment that was so prominent within her, there was a little part of her that wanted to beg for more, to do whatever Aida wanted and more. That little part of her was deep down, and unlikely to surface, but it still existed, and that humiliated Ava to no end. For now, as she lay there on her stomach, her ample breasts pushed against the mat, her hair a tangled mess, and her backside a distinctive red, she was only able to look up at Aida anxiously, her body shivering slightly as she envisioned exactly what was next, wondering just how brutal her punishment would be in private, when all of this was merely just foreplay. There was no getting around it, Aida had full rights to whatever she wanted, no matter how much Ava objected or cried out. The only question was how devious her opponent was, or perhaps how angry she was. Either way, Ava lay there at the feet of Aida, unable to do much but await the command of the champion who had just forced her to orgasm in front of a crowd, no doubt the least of the burdens to come.