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

Ava had found herself in more than a few situations that had left her cheeks bright red with embarrassment and shame, but this topped all of them by far. It was bad enough that her bronzed, nubile body was marred by the grime and dirt that seemed to infest every spot upon the floor of the locker room. In fact, it was bad enough that her rival, who had just beat and humiliated her in front of an audience, was now being pleased by Avas tongue. However, the worst part of it all, as she lay there with her tongue tween Aidas folds and her breasts being toyed with like they were stress balls, was that she was enjoying it. Despite just how terrible and messed up all of it was, Ava couldnt help but feel her arousal growing by the minute. Her hatred and her anger towards the champion seemed to mean nothing as she lay there, lapping away at the slick folds of the Valkyrie. And no matter how hard she tried to resist the urge, her hand slowly snaked along her tanned stomach, her long fingers slowly finding their way to her aroused sex and beginning to rub the area with an intensity that would no doubt amuse Valkyrie. There she lay, the once-proud fighter who had nearly beaten the champion herself, fingering herself as she desperately obeyed the whims of the girl above her. All of these feelings were intensified by the plug that had been inserted inside of her, every little movement and every action from Aida above sending waves of pain and pleasure through her sensitive behind, not used to the rather rough treatment it had received this night. In fact, at this point, the pain and pleasure was slowly bleeding together, to the point where the line between the two, in Avas mind, was rather blurry. Of course, the tough brunette was not just giving up. Even if she had lost any sign of inhibition, she was doing her best to fight the tyrant above her. Using her tongue, which Ava perceived as quite skilled considering just how quickly the champion had managed to have her first orgasm, she wanted to exhaust the girl, to leave her panting and exhausted against the wall of the locker room after her fourth or fifth climatic finish. What she had not really counted on was the extensive experience of her opponent, which was not wholly known to her, or simply just how easy her plan was to decipher. So, instead of really resisting her opponent, all Ava was doing was playing exactly into the Valkyries hands. And it was to this end that when Aida began to hurl obscenities and threats like alms to a beggar, she quickened her pace. If everything went according to plan, Aida would flow between orgasms until the entire experience began to hurt and exhaust rather than pleasure. Aida moaned out as she began to finish once more, her whole body twitching and writhing against the admittedly talented tongue of the girl below her. It was always somewhat astonishing to her just how easy it was to use her conquered foes. She played them like a fiddle, and Ava was no different. The dumb brunette was, as her phone displayed, just another in a long line girls who had been reduced to unabashed sluts. The whole idea reminded Aida that one picture of her foes humiliation was hardly enough to remind her of just how complete the process had been. As she teetered over the edge of her second orgasm she grabbed a fistful of her conquered foes hair, pulling her back just enough to encapsulate her mouth as she commanded Smile! before snapping a picture and returning Ava to her place. Looking at the photo, she was pleased at how easily Ava had given in, a wide grin on the face of the girl between her thighs. Ava hardly had time to process the second photo of her utter de-humanization before she felt the telltale signs that Aida was about to finish. She redoubled her efforts and braced herself as she felt Aida begin to spray the already-stained pristine face of the Sheriff. All she could do was endure the second occurrence, as the powerful legs of Aida were already squeezing her head between them, forcing her to hold still with a vice-like grip. And when it was all over, the grip was suddenly relinquished and she was once more a crumpled heap on the ground, the powerful champion standing above her with a haughty superiority. It made Ava sick, the thought of being below such a hated rival, but she knew she would only be thrown back down to the ground if she tried to stand. Aida grinned down at the girl, her toned body occasionally drawing away the lusty stare of her downed conquest. She was always the observant type, a trait that had come through practice on so many other beaten foes, and Avas uncontrollable lust had hardly slipped by. She had noticed that sneaking hand that had found its way to Avas crotch, heard the gasps and moans between her thighs, and noticed the pleasure in Avas deep hazel eyes. Nothing got by the keen senses of the Valkyrie, and now she was about to make the girl beneath her pay. She reached down and pulled the girl up by her brunette locks once more, slamming her breasts and face against the wall of the locker room, leaving Avas head swimming. With her free hand, she sent a resounding smack against the ample backside of the pinned strumpet, the blow loud enough to echo across the spacious room, and hard enough to leave a dark red that bordered on purple. Despite the power of the blow, all she got was a grunt out of the Norther Californian, something that made her frown the slightest bit, eliciting a second blow on the same exact spot, this one met with more of a yelp. Aida grinned and sent a third and fourth blow, the pair of smacks devolving the defiant yelp into a pathetic mewl. Do you know why I hit you, whore? she asked sweetly, grinding Avas face against the wall as she inquired. When no response came, she sent another smack across the battered behind of the sun-soaked fighter, adding When I ask a question, I expect my property to speak she quipped, taking pleasure in the word property. Ava grimaced at the phrasing, but not wanting to take anymore pointless hits, capitulated and growled No. Another hit followed, and she realized that the champion was looking for some sort of title, something that separated the prize and the prize-holder. Tentatively, she rasped No Miss a satisfied Hmmm confirmed Avas suspicions. Because, instead of doing what I told you, you start using your hands on yourself. Now, as pathetic of a slut as you are, Id thought youd have at least a little restraint. When I tell you to do something, you do what I say and only what I say, I won you she barked, following it up with another hard smack, which elicited a pathetic whimper, before asking Do you understand? All Ava could do was softly whisper Yes Miss before she was once more thrown to the floor. It felt dirty, referring to her hated rival with such a respectful term. There were so many things she wanted to call her, Bitch, Whore, Slut, but Miss or something of equal respect was not one of them. It made her stomach twist in knots as she lay on her stomach, slowly rubbing the sore spot left behind by the powerful hand of Aida. Aida pulled out her phone, swiping to the newest picture of her prize and savoring for just a few seconds before kneeling down and grabbing a fistful of hair, making Ava look at just how depraved she had become. By comparison to the first image, Ava was a broken and completely willing toy that the Valkyrie could use to her hearts desire. Several emotions flashed across Avas face anger, disgust, shame, and embarrassment. However, there was one emotion that seemed to ring true no matter how high the others flared, and it was determination. No matter what Aida did to her, she would come back, a vengeful harbinger inflicting twice as much wrath upon her target as was inflicted upon her. And for a second, a mere hair of an instant, Aida was unsettled by the prospect. But then, she stepped back and looked down at the battered, naked form below her and grinned. Despite her vast array of conquests, this was by far the best, and she would show that appreciation in one way suffering. As she towered over the pathetic fighter below her, ideas raced and thoughts formed, each one a rougher, more depraved punishment than the last. Ava was in for a long night, one she would never forget.