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

Oh, very good! Aida all but squealed, her girlish tones mocking in and of themselves as she felt Ava's cunt finally succumb to its release, the splash of juices all over the canvas leaving quite the wonderful mess. Just to rub in the insult, as she pulled her fingers from Ava's dripping snatch, she reached over to vigorously rub her filthy digits all over Ava's mouth and nose, filling her nostrils and tastebuds with evidence of her own arousal. She left Ava to stew on that for a moment, making a quick circle around the ring, hips sliding back and forth provocatively as she took a moment to play to the crowd her nipples were almost painfully hard by now, poking out through the fabric of her sports bra, and she was pretty sure she had soaked her shorts through. Fortunately, the sweat stained seemed to more or less blend in with the stains from her overflowing excitement... Aida had a few rituals that she went through with conquered opponents, and indeed her entire public humiliation phase was as choreographed and practiced as a play, with her impulses and imagination mostly coming into play in the locker room. Like Ava, she knew how to play to the crowd, and as far as she was concerned, putting on a good show at the end of a fight guaranteed she'd have more people cheering her name during the next. Heading to the edge of the ring, Aida collected a small knapsack the League official had kept for her- again, this was a tradition for the fighter- and returned to her prone victim, licking her lips as she dropped to her knees beside the panting fighter. Pulling open the zipper, she reached inside slowly, drawing out and savoring the moment of mystery, of anticipation and unease on Ava's face, before finally tugging out the prize a thick leather collar, studded with metal adornments here and there, attached to a long leash. With Ava still clearly trying to protect her modesty- such as it was- as best she could, more specifically keeping those full breasts of hers concealed beneath her prone body, Aida encountered no resistance when she leaned over to wrap the collar around the Sheriff's neck. The devious adornment was thick, and broad, which meant that when it snapped into place with a few fastening bolts, Ava found her neck's mobility severely hampered. While she could still twist her head from side to side, she wouldn't be able to tilt it in any direction, and certainly not look down, limiting her to staring straight ahead of wherever her chest was facing, which for the time being was the floor. Next came something that seemed a tad more whimsical than anything a pair of dog ears on a headband, which had Aida actually giggling as she leaned down to tug them into place on the top of Ava's head. Of course, far less whimsical was the final item a long, artificial tail that was attached to what was very clearly a butt plug. At first, Aida lifted the plug to her lips as if to wet it with her saliva, but after a moment she had a much better idea leaning down, she began to rub along Ava's sensitive pussy, drawing a whimper from the girl that was music to Aida's ears as she got the toy properly smeared in her defeated foe's own juices. Then it was a matter of sliding the tip of the plug up between those tanned buttocks... finding her puckered anus... and then, with a slow push that had Ava hissing through clenched teeth, she stuffed the butt plug up Ava's ass, the fake tail jutting out and turning the girl into a literal bitch. Climbing to her feet and pausing for just a moment to admire her handiwork, she grabbed the leash and glanced around at the crowd, grinning as the cheers were swelling anyone who was a regular knew what was coming next. And when Aida suddenly leaned back and gave the collar a vicious upwards pull, it started to press down hard on Ava's esophagus, the startled gasps and nearly desperate choking sounds from the flailing fighter. Aida simply continued to pull, not saying a word, until Ava, starting to turn more than a little purple, let her desire for oxygen outweigh her desire for modesty, climbing up onto her hands and knees to try and alleviate the pressure, the collar still forcing her to stare at the floor. At that point, having gotten what she wanted, the Valkyrie loosened the leash's tension and let Ava suck in gasping, rejuvenating breaths her new posture had those full breasts of hers in half-view to the audience, at enough of a profile so her stiff nipples were clearly visible. It also meant she could no longer keep track of what Aida was doing, giving the Valkyrie plenty of privacy to reach back in the bag and pull out a long, high-quality riding crop, which she swung through the air with her free hand in a few practice swings. Time to go for a walk, sweetie! Aida instructed, and the riding crop came down across Ava's ass, hard unlike with the spanking, the impact was far more concentrated, resulting in a far more intense sting, and a much more noticeable welt. She could see the way Ava's entire body stiffened under the blow, but when the Sheriff initially took the stubborn route and remained where she was, Aida simply brought the crop down a second, and then a third time, until her opponent finally began to shuffle forward on her hands and knees, crawling towards the edge of the ring as Aida followed just behind her. It was then the next stage of Ava's humiliation began when they reached the edge of the ring, Aids suddenly pulled hard on the collar again, choking the poor fighter below her until, hand clutching at her throat, Ava completely surrendered her modesty and climbed up onto her knees, at which point the choking ended and she was allowed to breathe again. But with the restrictive collar, the Sheriff had no choice but to stare straight into the crowd, and now her full charms were on display as she was almost close enough to the fence to touch it from those fantastic breasts, to her toned and bruised belly, to her pelvic mound and just a hint of her pussy. She could not look down, could not look up, and though she could turn her head a bit to either side, it was not enough to get the jeering crowd in front of her out of view. They were so close at this range, every detail of their faces and hungry eyes sharp and clear as the mocked, belittled and jeered at the beaten fighter. Aida joined in like the showman she had trained herself to be, laughing and chatting briefly with the audience members closest, asking if they liked what they saw and letting them take pictures from their cellphones. And after a few moments, she started to use the edge of the crop to tease Ava's body with light strokes and presses. The loser, naturally, resisted mightily to show any response, but whenever the edge of the crop's head brushed against her stiff nipples or, worse, pressed against her clit, a moan would inevitably slip past her lips. Aida carefully extracted a few such sounds from the girl, making sure she put on quite a show for the men watching, before giving her ass a swat with the crop, signaling that it was time to drop back onto her hands and knees to crawl onwards, this time along the edge of the fighting ring. The ring, being in the shape of an octagon, had eight sides to it. One by one, this humiliating display was carried out on each and every one of them, in the same fashion each time, showing Ava off to the entire audience bit by bit. By the time they reached the sixth side, Aida was delighted to see Ava climbing up onto her knees without being made to, even if only to avoid being choked again. The moans and sighs, she also noticed, were becoming more and more frequent, as the teasing strokes of the crop, maybe even mingled with the hard smacks of the rod across her ass, were clearly getting her hot and flustered all over again. The defeated fighter's knees were red and raw from crawling, and sometimes being dragged, across a mat that exerted far too much friction on her skin, and her ass was a criss-crossing pattern of welts raised by the repeated strokes of the riding crop. Once the last side had been visited, her body displayed and her slutty cries given to all the good men and women who'd paid money to see this fight, Aida led her back to the center of the ring, where that backpack waited... the collar continued to restrict Ava's movements and, on her hands and knees, she could only stare at the ground as Aida dropped the crop and reached back inside the bag. A satisfied grin on her face as she pulled out a leather harness, to which a strap-on dildo was affixed. The strap-on was by far her favorite tool of public humiliation, a thick and dark blue affair that jutted outwards with a slight upwards curve, taking on the shape of a circumcised cock large enough to give even the most insatiable slut pause. She had fucked so many losers with this particular toy, and nothing energized the crowd quite like a good, old-fashioned fuck. Her free hand pressed against the back of Ava's neck to get her into position, on her knees with her forehead pressing into the canvas and ass upraised, keeping her even further in the dark on what the fuck was going on. The Valkyrie's tongue flicked across her lips as she dropped onto her own knees behind her defeated foe, the cheers of the crowd were growing almost deafening as she forced the Sheriff's thighs to spread a little wider, presenting that cunt at the perfect angle. Glancing around at the audience with a wide grin, lifting a hand to her ear to coax even louder cries and shouts of 'Do it!' 'Wreck the slut!' 'Make her scream!' Aida finally pushed the blunt head of the dildo to Ava's tight cunny, letting only the Sheriff's arousal lubricate her as she began to give a slow, hard push, slooooowly forcing the thick toy up her foe's resisting cunt... loving the muffled, horrified squeal that passed from the surprised Ava's lips as her pussy was brutally stretched around the unforgiving toy. Ohhhhh that's it... Aida murmured, grunting as she forced the thick toy deeper and deeper with each thrust, hips rocking as her teeth dug into her bottom lip. The strap-on was designed so that every time she pushed against the toy, it applied just a little pressure to Aida's clit... not enough to get her off, but certainly enough to add a very pleasurable sense of tactile feedback to each thrust. Her hands reached out to grab Ava's wrists, and a brutal pull forced her arms up behind her back, leaving her hands stretched out towards Aida and fingers flexing and wriggling desperately as the other fighter seemed to be just trying to cope with her merciless violation. Ironically it in some ways echoed a particularly merciless submission hold, with the difference being that this time, there was no tapping out... just the relentless pressure on Ava's shoulderblades as her arms were yanked back, and the lewd violation of her stretched cunny as the massive toy worked its way in deeper and deeper with every passing moment... Mmmmnh I'm going to have fun fucking you, bitch, she grunted, and indeed, her hips started to thrust more quickly, massive dildo pumping in and out of Ava's sopping wet cunt as a quickening pace, each push forcing Ava's forehead to rub against the sticky canvas mat.