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

It was fair to say that Aida was just as deft of a torturer as a fighter. Every action she took to further accentuate the rather decisive win seemed to somehow outdo the last. Being naked in front of a substantial crowd was one of the most humiliating things that could come to mind for the defeated brunette. It had hardly occurred to her that she could be dehumanized as well, turned into the literal bitch of Aidas. The worst part was knowing that when she showed her face in the ring again, it would not be a proud fighter that the audience saw, but a desperate, helpless bitch. And as she was paraded around the ring, crawling on her knees with head forward, tail swinging between her legs, she had trouble disputing such a claim. Her defiant gaze was now listless, and every little action she took seemed to lack any sort of meaningful direction. Despite how uncomfortable she was, with the constant sting of a crop on her tender backside, the choke of the collar, and the scraping of her knees and elbows against the mat, the buxom brunette couldnt help but feel aroused from the whole affair. It was undeniable that Aida knew exactly what buttons to press and when, likely from the experience being a champion offers, and it was showing. It seemed that the more she was degraded, the more aroused she got, which in turn shamed her further, a vicious cycle that only fed into itself, leaving Ava a mess of emotions. The smartest tact Aida had taken, however, was the constant change in ordeal. There was no time for the defeated to process their feelings or to gather any sort of resolve. This encouraged Ava to resign herself to her fate, to accept Aidas abuse with a smile, to try and enjoy her degradation. While there was no such allowance that her competitive experience would allow, she found her resistance to be non-existent. By the end of her walk of shame, there was no need for the riding crop. Ava had learned how things had worked, and she was quite keen to follow suit with them, even if that meant submitting to Aidas will the slightest bit. And then, she felt it. Unable to look at anything other than the jeering crowd, she was only able to rely on her other, inferior senses. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what was next. Her head was pushed down onto the sticky mat, her cheek and nose pressed firmly against the ground as the next trial revealed itself. Head down, ass up, she was going to rode like a common whore in front of the entirety of the audience. There was something different, at least to Ava, about penetration. It almost felt like a violation, the penultimate one at that, something that she could never take back. And this showed in her face, a bright red now tinging her face, a shamed expression replacing the resignation that had once settled on her. Aida, unbeknownst to her, had essentially undone all of her progress. Before now, Ava wouldve been blown over by a stiff breeze, let alone the commanding presence of the Valkyrie. Now, a new sort of fire had been ignited within her. In her mind, Aida had gone too far, and now thoughts of revenge circled her mind like sharks around prey. Now, there was one singular thought that cut through the fog of her loss revenge. However, by both the honor of the rules and her own physical shape at the moment, she was unable to do anything as the toy was pushed inside of her, eliciting a wide array of screams that soon devolved into moans. Her arms flailed around, that is, until she felt a powerful grip around her wrists, pulling her arms up at an awkward angle and leaving a dull pain in both of her shoulders that seemed to mix expertly with the perverse pleasure of her situation. It was not lost on her, the irony of the submission hold she was in as she was being pounded away at. In a way, there was no greater humiliation for a wrestler such as herself, unable to try and counter such moves, instead forced to balance herself on her knees as she looked up at the audience, her teeth gritted and her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Of course, Aida wasnt happy with just wearing out the tight hole of her defeated opponent, and they both knew this. Ava was not going to be done here until she had been pushed over the edge once more. The brunette began to wonder if she would reach the point where that orgastic finish was no longer pleasurable, a real possibility with just how quickly Ava seemed to melt at even the slightest of touched right now. Either way, right now, despite it all, every thrust sent a whole new wave of pleasure through her, every bit of her, from head to toe, shivering at each one. Aida, being the expert she was, picked up on this extremely quickly, a grin spreading across her. Youre enjoying yourself? My, if it was up to you, Im sure this dick would be twice the size it is now! What a desperate slut, perhaps you should embrace it, seeing as youre not much of a fighter anyway she added with a laugh, releasing one of the wrist of her opponent long enough to send a sharp slap against the bottom of her victim, the action eliciting a stifled moan. As she picked up the speed of her thrusting, spearing the poor girl deeper and faster, she leaned in, casually ordering Look at the crowd, I want them to see just how much you enjoy being used like this. Ava wished she could look away, wished she could defy the Valkyrie of her wishes, wished she could simply quiet her moans and endure with a stoic gaze, but it was not to be. Her wide eyes were on display for the whole audience, her poor attempts at hiding her facial expressions only making her awkward faces that much more pathetic, and her moans only growing in volume. Try as she might, there was no denying her body, and it was betraying her at every turn. Whether it be the more obvious signs of approaching the finish, or simply the subtle nuances, such as how her behind slowly rocked against the hips of her attacker. In short, Ava could only control the voluntary actions, and she currently had none. All she could do was stare forward and imagine just how meager she was in comparison to the Valkyrie. Aida knew her victim was close, but it was not going as fast as she liked. She wanted the girl to finish all over the mat and quickly. Aida wanted the entire crowd to not only appreciate how deft of a touch she possessed, but also how eager of a whore Ava was. The only way to do both was to finish the bronzed brunette, and as it stood, the Valkyrie was not satisfied with the pace. Deciding that a little elbow grease could solve anything, she leaned in once more, growling to her victim. Youre mine now. My property. I hope you understand what that entails. She dropped one of the hands of her opponent, allowing her to emphasize her point as she spoke It means I own these udders, she said with a hard slap to the bouncing breasts of Ava, it means I own this ass, she continued with another hard slap to the behind of her fallen foe, before finally finishing and it means I own every aspect of you, including your time. Right now, you seem to be wasting my time, and thats not what my property is allowed. If I was you, sweetie, Id be in a hurry to cum. Of course, Im not you, since I dont lose she added with a slight grin, now pushing into the girl as fast as she could, determined to finish her. The words meant nothing to Ava, she was so consumed by the pleasure of the situation that she was hardly concerned with the threats of Aida. The whole world seemed to be secondary to the smack of Aidas thigh against her ample behind, followed by the slapping of her breasts against her own chest. Even the increased crank on her shoulders applied by the champion seemed to fade away as she neared the edge. The first time she had finished all over the mat, it had been one of the harder orgasms of her rather limited experience, but just from how she felt, she knew this would top this by quite a bit. And without warning, she felt the onset of that exact thing. Her legs began to quiver, her breaths became short, and her back arched as far as was allowed. Her whole body began to shake as she felt herself spill out onto the mat and the blue implement that Aida had employed, even managing to soak the thighs of her assaulter as well. It was a violent and wracking experience, the energy left within the chesty brunette drained as she finished, every satisfied expression on display for the numerous onlookers in front of her. Cheers of whore, slut and bitch resounded as she was finished. It was as if Aida had slain her last vestige of modesty, leaving her with nothing to lose, though she was sure Aida could find something else to take. Nonetheless, the brunette was far too drained to support her weight anymore, and she collapsed to the mat rather quickly, her arms only held up by the champion, and her head still pushed upwards by the collar that lay on her neck. It was quite the understatement to say that Ava was spent, she felt like she had just run marathon. Whatever Aida planned next would certainly be easy to execute, though it would be hard to see Ava doing much, other than perhaps whimpering or moaning. Aida, slowly stood up from the limp form of her victim, looking down with a grin as she thought about what was to come, The night was hardly over for the brunette loser, even if Aida had to carry her to hell, she would make this bitch pay for even daring to step in the ring opposite her. Aida, standing over her opponent while hiding her own immense arousal, was now free to do what she liked with the collared, aroused, naked, foe at her feet, and there was nothing that turned her on more than that.