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

As Ava hit her orgasm- and what a delightful release it was- Aida pulled her hips back and dragged the thick artificial cock out of the twitching loser's hole, letting her drop to the ground in a useless pile. Climbing to her feet, making another couple quick rounds along the edge of the ring, she lifted her hands, waved and smiled at the crowd as they crowed and trashed the loser... but that was all she was willing to give them at this point. Aida's arousal had spiked so high, she felt like she would burst at any moment, and she knew that if she didn't get Ava out of here soon, she might just accidentally squirt in her shorts where everyone could see it. So she slipped off the strap-on, made a beeline back to Ava and once more planted a boot in her ribs, rolling her on her back again, the butt plug tail twisting in her ass from the movement. Reaching down, the Valkyrie grabbed both of Ava's wrists and began to drag her along the floor, the girl too far gone to even squirm, let alone struggle fortunately for her, the floor was devoid of nails, splinters or other such debris, but the texture of the concrete was still rough against Ava's skin as her conqueror pulled her from the ring and past the cheering crowd. Wave goodbye to the sporting little slut! Aida called to the crowd as she dragged the mumbling, senseless Ava along behind her like luggage her stubborness, and the trace adrenaline from her victory, pushed Aida's tired muscles to at least get Ava out of the arena room itself. The moment the double-doors closed, however, and they were left along in the hallway, she released Ava's wrists and knelt down, eyes bright with lust as her fingers fumbled with the Sheriff's collar. Come on bitch, let's get this fucking thing off, Aida muttered and pulled the collar off of Ava's neck, giving it a toss to one side- one of the officials would scoop it up later- before grabbing Ava by the hair and forcing her to stand on shake legs. Let's go, still got plenty of time tonight, and you ain't going down for good til the sun's coming up. Come on, come on! She half-led, half dragged the stumbling, silent Ava down the same path the Valkyrie had taken to reach the ring in the first place. When they reached the office space, with the rows of dark cubicles and long-abandoned chairs and tables, Aida paused their progress long enough to tighten the proverbial screws a little giving her a hard shove that sent Ava sprawling into one of the cubical walls, sending the entire thing crumbling and leaving the woman collapsed atop a pile of broken debris and dust, moaning softly in pain and surprise as each wiggle of her hips forced the butt plug tail to shift in her anal cavity. Aida wasted no time mounting the girl, straddling her waist and licking her lips as she eyed the buxom girl's body the sweat and grime from the fight was now mingled with plaster dust and bits of debris, peppering Ava's body in quite the horrid mess. There, in the dark office, Aida began to frantically rub her crotch all over her opponent's face, hissing and ignoring Ava's squeals or kicks as she reached around to smack her palm across Ava's cunt once, twice, thrice. Each strike drawing a loud, guttural cry from Ava's lips and making her entire body jerk and buck in a mix of stinging pain and humiliating pleasure. After that third strike- and as Aida's impatience began to truly peak- she climbed off of Ava and grabbed her by the hair with both hands, forcing the girl to frantically crawl along as she dragged her the final short distance to the makeshift locker room. The grimy bathroom was no more appealing than it had been before, but at least there was more light. The ceramic tiles were cold and unyielding, Ava's body drawing a long 'squeeeeak' as she was pulled across it, finally, releasing her hair, Aida let her foe collapse into a heap, the Valkyrie's arms swinging in their sockets as she stepped away. Her excitement was mounting as she stripped down, tossing aside her sports bra and wriggling out of her soaking wet shorts her body, now fully bared, certainly did the moniker 'Valkyrie' proud, her firm breasts, stiff nipples and well-built frame covered in drying sweat and grime. Her juices were already running down her thighs as she turned back to Ava, tongue sliding across her lips oh so slowly... but then she took another small detour, fetching her phone. Flicking it on, she aimed the device's camera lens at her fallen opponent- adoring the look of surprise and rising anger that was spreading on Ava's face- and snapped a picture, sighing contently as she finally approached the Sheriff. You see these? she chirped, squatting down and turning the screen towards Ava so she could get a proper gander. These are... mmm, let's just call them your predecessors. Slowly, making sure Ava could see every detail, Aida flipped through images of what turned out to be quite the lineup of other 'losers' who had spent time in this locker room. The details on the faces varied- some were more bruised or bloody than others with sullen looks on their faces, some smiling and clearly eager to get fucked, ironically with scarcely a bruise to mention as a result, and others had expressions that strongly suggested they'd been cumming hard while it had been taken. Women deep-throating strap-ons, women masturbating themselves on camera, in plenty of shapes, sizes and skin colors. And there, at the end of the picture list... Ava's own image. Her dazed expression, mixed with clear resentment, highlighting the bruises on her face from the beating she had taken. With a girlish little giggle entirely contradicted by the dark, hungry look in her eyes, Aida set down the phone and straightened up, leaning back against the lockers. Reaching down with both hairs and gripping Ava hard by the hair, Aids forced her up on her knees and dragged her in closer, making her keep her face upturned as the Valkyrie towered over her. Now, I think it's time you started giving back, Aida all but purred as she lowered her soaking wet cunt towards the battered face of her opponent, overwhelming Ava with the smell of her insistent arousal. The other fighter initially tried to pull back- an instinctive denial more than a conscious one- but a savage pull at her hair drew a whimper from the Sheriff, and tugged her head forward until Aida's mound pressed flush up against her mouth and nose. Still Ava tried to pull away, her breathing greatly restricted and eyes widening in a near panic, but Aida held her stubbornly in place, not saying a word, each shift in pressure from the struggling woman's face on her pussy drawing a shuddering sigh of pleasure from the Valkyrie's lips. Slowly, the struggles lessened, and the locker room was filled only with the muffled, desperate breaths Ava managed to suck in through her nose. And finally, there it was. A smile crossed Aida's face as she felt her stubborn opponent's tongue tentative at first, sliding along the Valkyrie's dripping slit and teasing her tight little hole, but as time went on, it gradually became bolder and more confident. Ava's glare faded, and then her eyes dipped entirely, refusing to meet the Valkyrie's gaze as she settled in to eat her victorious foe out, even shifting a bit on her knees to get more comfortable and reaching up to cradle Aida's hips. And boy, was this girl fucking good... whether it was experience or just youthful exuberance, it didn't take Ava long at all to get Aida panting like a bitch in heat, all the pent-up desire and anticipation driving the champion virtually rabid. Her hands released Ava's hair and instead began to cradle the back of her head, hips rocking against her opponent's busy mouth her clit in particular was a weak point, and the moment Ava had that figured out, she had Aida moaning loudly, hoarsely, back arching and sweat covering her nude body in a sheen as she relished in every bit of worship her broken-in slut could give her. Her well-muscled body was so tense, every curve and line was emphasized, and when her release began to build- not taking very long at all by now- her body began to buck and spasm, toes curling and one of her hands swinging back to slam her knuckles against a locker door. Ohhhh that's it, that's fucking it, don't you dare stop, I'll beat you fucking senseless if you stop, mmmnh gonna fucking cum, eat that pussy out you... little... whoooore! Her breathing came to an abrupt halt, caught in her throat as for a long, agonizing moment her body went completely still, and her mouth completely silent... just before she tipped over the edge and her orgasm came crashing down. Mmmmnnhhhh ahhhhnnnnFUCK! Her orgasm finally hit, the contractions squirted warm splashes of her juices all over Ava's humiliated jaw, nose and cheeks, each spasm that passed through the Champion's body producing another humbling layer of her thick arousal. Aida's eyes had rolled up in their sockets as far as they could go, tears squeezed out from her squinting eyes and sliding down her cheek as her free hand sunk long nails into her own breast, savagely twisting and tugging the nipple. As the release slowly faded, and the flow from her cunt stemmed into a much more gradual trickle, Aida finally released her held breath and gasped for air, slumping back against the lockers a little as a wide smile crossed her face. Ohhhh girlie, you're a much better fucker than a fighter! Mmmnh! A tug at Ava's hair forced her head away from Aida's dripping cunt, and a sharp 'slap' echoed through the room as her palm smacked the challenger across the cheek less intended to hurt, and more to emphasize just how much of a bitch the so-called Sheriff was being turned into. This was made even more clear when three of Aida's fingers- from the hand she's just used to slap her opponent, no less- stuffed themselves down Ava's throat, forcing the beaten fighter to gag and recoil until her back pressed up against the bench in the middle of the locker room. Another hard push forced Ava's spine to arch against the bench, and her head to tilt back until it rested on the wood surface, staring up at the ceiling... for the few seconds it took for Aida to straddle the Sheriff's head and lower her cunt back over the other woman's face. But you're not done yet, loser, Aida panted, and resting on her haunches, she leaned back a little, hands sliding around and between her own bent legs to press against Ava's full breasts, openly groping the girl as she was left sitting on the filthy locker room floor, face trapped between the eager Valkyrie's thighs. Maybe she would foolishly think she could tire Aida out early- drag orgasm after orgasm from the winner until she was too tired to claim her property any longer- but she was about to find out that Aida's long experience in claiming losers brought with it a prodigal level of endurance. Still, as the Champion felt her conquered loser's tongue start to attack her cunt with clear purpose, Aida reflected that this was a lesson she was going to greatly enjoy teaching. Squatting above her foe, tugging and twisting Ava's nipples between her fingers, Aida groaned and squealed and made all manner of pleasing sounds as she settled in to receive every bit of pleasure Ava could throw at her. It was probably fortunate for the Sheriff's pride that Aida wasn't able to see Ava's hand slowly, reluctantly creeping down her own belly, inching closer to her cunt even as she sprawled out on the floor and ate her hated foe out like a helpless slut.