The Queen of All Serpents versus The Siren Trio

[Hagen-Autem]

The blonde pressed down, bending her leg and stretching it to strangle her with more than just her weight. The British representative displayed a good diagonal split, showing off her long legs and curvy thighs and how flattering the colour of her skirt was to her skin tone, highlighting it every time she subdued the first mermaid with her sole.

Her skirt hung open, unable to cover her tight, short shorts as the blonde was engaged in a simple stretching exercise. Gabriel was indifferent to the whistles and lustful gasps; in part, she liked being the centre of attention, so she didn't really complain, although she would have loved for her opponent to be the one giving her those affectionate looks or curious sounds.

She pressed down on Asanagi's throat again, squeezing her neck between her foot and the upper tensioner, pushing hard enough to arch the fox girl over the corner and strangle her.

She would notice the other two watching this development in amazement, and the queen couldn't help but rest her two hands on her other knee, not needing the ropes to strangle her companion, only requiring the position to dominate her. She made it look that easy. She made the white-haired girl look weak. And to top it off, she stuck her tongue out at Freya, pulling her eyelid down for a condescending smirk.

The Queen didn't seem to have to worry about them, apparently. But of course, this match still has a couple of rules—the referee began to count.

"One! Two! Three!"... The blonde didn't let up at all; she pressed harder to see how loud Utsuki could moan or gasp while her eyes were fixed on the two girls outside the ring. "Four! Break! Break!!" The referee was about to put his hands on the Queen's waist to move her, but she jerked her foot back onto the canvas, straightening up and leaving Japanese alone.

"Easy. Keep those hands still," She threatened very austerely, and looking at him sideways as ready to give this siren more.

If there was nothing Asanagi could do to stop that girl, Gabriel would grab her by the hair, grabbing a good handful of it to force her to get up, lean her back against the corner and proceed to close the gap between them. The queen would have her chest inches from Asanagi Utsuki's face again, while clinging to the ropes on either side of them.

"Was that too much?" she said. Immediately afterwards, her knee would fly between Asanagi's legs. "That was too much..."

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The strength of Gabriel’s leg was powerful, it closed almost all of Asanagi’s throat, robbing her ability to breathe. Each seconds passed Asanagi’s mind became unclear due to lack of air, her pointless resistance didn’t help but exhaust herself further. The other two sirens could only watch in nervousness, all she could do was yelling for Asanagi.

Asanagi was put in a weakened state, only to be saved from referee. The fox girl could only let out a relief as she fell down against the turnbuckle. But her opponent didn’t give her any chance for breaking, picking her back up by the hair. The pain of her bear dragged Asanagi back to reality, she opened her eyes and funny enough, due to the height difference her face almost hit Gabriel’s breasts. Asanagi didn’t have chance to react, only for a pain to appear right between her legs. “Ghh…? GGHHAAA! FUUUCCK!!” Asanagi’s scream and cursing echoed as she took a knee strike into her womanhood, she bend down her back and if Gabriel moved away her knee after the strike, Asanagi would cover her crotch and put thighs together; if Gabriel left her knee against her crotch, Asanagi would rapidly push against her foe’s leg trying to mind a way to move her hands underneath the knee to massage hurting flesh. Either way Asanagi panted while face blushing, trying to overcome the terrible pain.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel's knee rebounded against her opponent's groin without any consideration for her dignity. The Zorro girl leaned back, separated from the canvas by the impact, her buttocks bouncing against the padding as the Tall Girl's kneecap dug into her cunt, and the pain exploded inside her, eliciting the most shameful screams and curses as Gabbie remained in front—a ringing lingered in Vinlee's ears after Asanagi fell silent. Meanwhile, the blonde's leg moved away as if nothing had happened.

The white-haired girl's hands pushed that leg away too, hurrying her to leave and let her fix this catatonic catastrophe. The mermaid's knees turned inward, her back hunched forward shamefully as her hands slid down to cover her groin, squeezing and groping the subdued area as if that would lessen the pain.

The queen, in pity, grabbed the ropes on either side of Asanagi and leaned towards her, allowing her to use her chest as support for her head. She felt like she was going to fall forward if someone didn't help her!

The referee behind her would only tell her to move away, as Asanagi needed a moment to recover, but Gabriel did not think it was urgent, not because of the tone the referee used. Besides, Gabriel was not attacking her, just giving her physical comfort. She was giving her opponent a more comfortable place to lean on than that corner!

There were more ideas swirling around in the blonde's head, ideas that fuelled her thirst for battle—the first siren's cry of pain contrasted with the reality that awaited those three sirens. Can you judge Gabriel for taking it seriously from the start?

The entire arena was cornering itself to watch what was coming next. The referee seemed to want to stick to the rules to maintain order, and the Brit viper was just gauging her intentions...

The Serpent Queen had to give them reasons to fight with everything they had; otherwise, why did she accept this gauntlet?

If the mermaid continued to rest her face on the queen's chest, her consolation would be meaningless, as Gabriel would grab her hair again and throw her neck against the corner post. "Do not test my patience." Then hook her fingers into her hair again and spin on her feet to pull her out of that corner and throw her towards the ropes, on the side where her other two friends were watching.

Rope Choke

Gabriel would kneel her with that throw, pushing Asanagi's neck and arms out of the ring, then, with a slowness worthy of a woman full of confidence and with the elegance of a model, she would rest her knee on the neck of the former ex-shrine maiden, balancing her entire weight on her to strangle her with the middle rope. The referee kept repeating that she should let her go, that this was too much, that she should let her breathe! Losing precious seconds that she could have used to start the rope-break count. The only real way to force Gabriel to obey.

The queen enjoyed her indignation, the spectators booing her as much as those cheering her on, the feeling of power. Her fingers gripped the rope, balancing on it to suspend herself completely on one knee, letting her 63.3kg concentrate on the back of Utsuki's neck.

She threw a mocking grin at her rival's two friends. Sticking her tongue out and doing an eyelid pull taun to remind them who needs to work hard and think about what they will do, and who is in control here. Giving her more reasons to beg, while giving Freya more reasons to hate her and Allen more reasons to respect her.

Grimace of Gabriel

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A white-hot nova of agony detonated in Asanagi’s core, so all-consuming that for a moment, the world vanished into a silent, blinding void. The scream that was torn from her throat was a raw, undignified thing, a sound she didn’t recognize as her own, followed by a string of choked curses aimed at the impassive blonde. The pain was a living entity, coiling deep within her, a searing violation that left her trembling and hollowed out. As the ringing in her ears subsided, it was replaced by the humiliating sound of her own ragged, hitching breaths. Her body was no longer her own; it was a vessel of pure, undiluted suffering. Her knees pressed together instinctively, a feeble attempt at protection, while her back curled forward in a posture of profound shame. Her hands, slick with a cold sweat, scrambled to the throbbing epicenter of the pain, pressing and groping as if she could physically force the agony back down.

The offered "comfort" of Gabriel's chest was a fresh layer of humiliation. To be pitied, to be cradled like a broken doll by the very architect of her torment, was a poison that seeped through the pain. She wanted to shove her away, to scream at her false mercy, but her body betrayed her, her head lolling weakly against the firm support. It was a trap, she knew it in her soul, a predator's mockery before the final strike. And she was right.

The world upended in a sickening jerk as Gabriel’s fingers hooked once more into her hair, scalp screaming in protest. The brief respite shattered as her neck was wrenched back and slammed against the cold, unforgiving steel of the corner post. "Do not test my patience." The words were a venomous whisper, a final warning before the storm. Then she was flying, a helpless puppet ripped from her strings and hurled across the ring. The impact with the ropes was a jarring lurch, her body going limp before collapsing to her knees, her neck and arms spilling through the ropes toward her horrified friends.

But the true nightmare was only beginning. The slow, deliberate pressure of Gabriel’s knee settling on the back of her neck was a promise of suffocation. Then the weight came, and Asanagi’s world narrowed to a single, desperate need: air. Concentrating on her cervical spine was an immense, crushing force, driving her face into the middle rope, sealing her windpipe. The referee’s frantic shouts were a distant, muffled noise, drowned out by the roaring in her own ears and the thunderous beat of her own struggling heart. Spots danced before her tightly shut eyes. Her hands, which had moments ago been cupping her groin in a futile gesture, now flailed weakly, fingers scrabbling against the canvas, finding no purchase. This was not a battle of technique or skill; this was an execution, a slow, deliberate assertion of dominance where she was merely the stage. The pain from the low blow was now a dull, background ache compared to the terrifying, primal panic of being unable to breathe. In the dark, airless void, all that was left was the crushing weight of the Serpent Queen and the horrifying realization of her own utter powerlessness.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel's knee pressed down with her weight.

The Fox girl couldn't even scream: her throat was completely closed by the pressure against the middle rope, and her hands just flailed, her fingers raking the canvas in search of something to grab onto to free herself. But there was no way to overcome the crushing pressure that pinned her against the middle rope, exposing her in front of her comrades. Not after receiving a low blow; not when the weight difference felt like a rock placed on an ant. Although perhaps Asanagi has another torment to worry about than her weakened crotch right now.

The ringside cameras were cruel: focusing on Asanagi's face to project it on the Titantron screens, followed by the faces of her teammates and then that of the wicked queen, amplifying the display.

The Serpent Queen would have her eyes on Freya, eager to make something clear to that beautiful girl with silver hair and haughty eyes.

"You have to let her go! This is too much!" the referee ordered, or rather begged. But Gabriel continued to belittle them. And she did what she had to do then: start the count.

"ONE!!! TWO!!"

The queen responded by leaning back, holding on tightly to the top rope and looking up at the illuminated ceiling. She arched her back, raising her chest towards the ceiling, while her knee pressed like an edge against the back of the poor mermaid's neck. The new angle crushed Asanagi's neck even more; perhaps even a gasp and a funny expression would come out of the Fox girl, much to the embarrassment of her triad. The referee knew she had to hurry!

"THREE!! FOUR!!"

The referee shouted. Gabriel began to bounce for fun. Her golden hair fanned out like a wave with the shaking, as she made the first mermaid's throat bounce on the rope, pulverising her lung capacity.

"FIV-NO, BREAK BREAK!!"

With one last jump, Gabriel finally broke away from the white siren, backing away with light steps and a mischievous smile. She left poor Asanagi there for the referee to examine.

Needless to say, the boos and jeers felt like lightning bolts roaring from the stands like a storm. There were those who defended the popular viper—since, in reality, she is the one at a disadvantage here. But that didn't make the match feel fair right now. However, their opinions at the time of the fight were always insignificant to that proud and indomitable woman.

The queen felt she had given her enough space and time to recover. There was no point in giving her more than a minute. She approached Asanagi elegantly from behind and grabbed her hair to pull her away from the rope—if she was still on it—and keep her kneeling in front of her. Both girls looked in the same direction: towards the other two beautiful mermaids.

Gabriel lifted her hips, bending at the waist to lean forward, showing off her booty dancing from side to side, shaking languidly, toying with the crowd's benevolence as she let the ideas fly to Freya and Allen.

In reality, she was the one in control of this. She would not let them think otherwise. Nor would she let them feel supported by the glaring spectators.

It was not difficult to see that the worst was yet to come for Asanagi. If nothing intervened, the blonde would first put a hand to her regal mouth and use it to blow a flying kiss to Freya, the girl she was most interested in. Then she would lift Asanagi by the jaw until she was standing.

Gabriel would then kneel, wrap one arm around her rival's neck, forcing her to lie on her back on her shoulders, and wrap one of her thighs with her other hand. Thus, using the Torture Rack position.

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The queen would begin to walk in circles around the ring, displaying her on her shoulders for a while. Bouncing like a little red riding hood to stretch her out from time to time and keep her conscious.

What followed would be no better, since there was no plea or act to distract her, of course...

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A white-hot, silent scream was trapped in Asanagi’s throat, a prisoner of the rope and the crushing weight that held it there. Her world had narrowed to a single, agonizing point of pressure. The vibrant chaos of the arena—the roaring crowd, the blinding lights—muffled into a distant hum, secondary to the roaring tinnitus in her own ears. Her fingers scraped uselessly at the canvas, finding no purchase, no salvation, only the rough texture of the mat that was soon blurred by the unshed tears of pain and humiliation welling in her eyes. She was utterly, completely trapped, a butterfly pinned for display, her suffering the main exhibit.

Then the pressure shifted. The lean back, the arch of Gabriel's spine—it translated into a new, more vicious angle of attack. The rope, once a line of pressure, became a razor's edge digging into the delicate column of her throat. A strangled, wet gasp was forced from her lips, a sound she didn't recognize as her own. It was a pathetic, gurgling noise, and she knew without seeing it that her face was contorted into a grotesque mask of pain for all to see on the towering screens. The shame of that exposure, of her comrades witnessing her complete helplessness, burned as hot as the fire in her lungs.

Each bounce was a fresh hell. It wasn't just the impact; it was the systematic destruction of her will. With every jarring jolt, her body convulsed, her vision flickering at the edges. Her lung capacity wasn't just diminished; it was pulverized, leaving her a gasping, desperate creature fighting for a sip of air that wouldn't come. When the pressure finally released, the relief was a different kind of agony. A ragged, hacking cough wracked her frame as she slumped against the rope, her body convulsively trying to remember how to breathe. The air that flooded back into her bruised throat was like swallowing sandpaper.

But there was no reprieve. The sharp, electric pain in her scalp as her hair was yanked was a brutal reminder that her body was no longer her own. Forced to her knees, her vision swam, the figures of Freya and Allen warping in and out of focus. She was a puppet, her strings pulled by a merciless hand. The flying kiss was a phantom pain, a promise of further torment aimed through her. As Gabriel’s hand closed around her jaw, Asanagi’s mind screamed a protest her body was too broken to voice. She was being positioned, arranged for the next act of her own dismantling, and all she could do was endure the symphony of pain playing across every nerve ending. The worst was not coming; it was already here, and she was drowning in it.

[Hagen-Autem]

Without any major problems, the queen was able to lift her onto her shoulders, resting Asanagi’s back across her shoulders as if she weighed no more than a twenty-kilo barbell. The blonde would murmur, surprised by how naturally the wrestler settled into place, by how well her back moulded to her shoulders, by how flexible and cooperative that small, limp body was.

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Art of work: 2024 Last Work
by D-knight in pixiv

One of her hands crossed between Asanagi's thighs, wrapping around her lap; the other wrapped around her neck, squeezing her tightly. Both hands caressed her as if she were hers now.

"Are you comfortable~?"

The queen, finding herself in a position of great power, couldn't help but sway her hips from side to side and bounce lightly on the spot to show how comfortable her first rival of the night was now that she was hers. The mermaid's arms and legs were shaking, and Gabriel couldn't tell if it was a lot or a little. But the British woman was definitely trying to show how badly the first girl had been beaten.

It was her delight, her guilty pleasure. Although no one could blame her for feeling powerful with a confident rival.

Once ready, she stuck her tongue out at no one in particular and began to jog around the ring with Playful, skipping steps, shaking her rival's body, bending it little by little with each jump to keep the Rorture Rack fresh. She did at least three laps before stopping near the ropes.

Feigning deep thought about what to do next, she came up with a mischievous idea.

"Haven’t your teammates got anything to say?"

The hand that was hugging her thigh rose, her ring and middle fingers came together, pointing to the midpoint of her pelvis, her other hand wrapped around Asanagi's neck, appreciating her pulse and the air passing through her throat. The crowd was already clamouring, as if begging for what the blonde was hinting at.

"It's a shame that only you express what you feel, Sweetheart..."

She exclaimed with a pout, puffing out her cheeks exaggeratedly! Of course, the facade didn't last long. Did she want to see what those two girls outside would do, such good fighters in LAW that they wouldn't try to help their friend?

Gabriel gasped in surprise.

"Don't tell me they're not your friends?!"

That was a hypothesis she would like to test! So she narrowed her eyes like a devil and sent those fingers to the middle of Asanagi's hips!

She was going to do it anyway; she just wanted a reason to use as an excuse.

They would fit perfectly into the small entrance covered by the veil that was that black leotard, driving into the foxgirl with the force of a battering ram—quickly entering and exiting before gripping again and twisting inside the narrow space to ignite that spark in Asanagi.

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