The Midas Touch, Episode 13: Be Careful What You Wish For

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There was always something so satisfying about making an obstinate girl scream. Moreso when it was done by damaging their most cherished parts. The resistance Fuuka had put up seemed to melt away as her lower body was assaulted. "There's that pretty voice." She mused in malicious amusement.

But despite the weakness that Fuuka showed, Rose Gold untangled their legs. She'd allow Fuuka a moment to clutch at her calf as she circled her. Like a vulture over carrion. "I think it's high time we did away with your tough girl act, hm?"

Rose Gold reached down and took hold of Fuuka's hair in concert with her suggestion. She pulled her shoulders off the canvas and let her linger for a moment. To ponder what was about to happen to her. To dwell on her dismal future. And then she began to move.

Her legs began to coil about Fuuka the way a snake does a mouse. Her hand gripped her head, keeping her still, ensuring her meal wouldn't be interrupted. One thigh wove about her neck while the other laced under her arm. They crossed behind her head, trapping her as Rose Gold worked her back towards the floor.

When the maneuver was fully cinched in, Fuuka would once again be on her back. Rose Gold's powerful legs compressing her throat by way of a triangle choke. One bare thigh against her neck, while the other trapped her arm against the other side of her throat. Her airways would be forced closed by the constricting force of the Venomous Vixen's powerful limbs.

But perhaps worse than that... Fuuka would find her face forced against Rose Gold's attire. Her nose slid between her latex veiled lower lips. Her mouth pressed against her crotch. Humiliating and devastating...

The Midas Clutch.

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Since Fuuka was currently trapped in a figure four leglock, she couldn't quite reach her hands down to try to comfort her lower half. At least until Rose decided to release the hold. While Fuuka held herself, the champ stalked forward. By the way she spoke, it sounded to the bluenette like she wanted to go in for the kill.

Rose pulled Fuuka up by her hair and just held her there for a moment. Fuuka's chest heaved up and down as her heavy breath was audible throughout the ring. The Rose struck, coming down and sitting on Fuuka's chest as she wrapped one leg directly around the bluenette's neck and another around her arm. Fuuka had a free arm, but it didn't matter.

"KAAAH!" gagged Fuuka from between Rose's thighs. The choking was definitely bad, but when the champ thrust herself forward, shoving her crotch onto Fuuka's face, it became so much worse for her. She was getting choked and suffocated at the same time, and it hurt bad. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as her eyes began to roll up.

Fuuka used her free hand to finally tap on Rose's thigh. She knew it wouldn't end with that, but it was still her admission of defeat, of being pushed past her limit, to Rose.

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The Midas Clutch

The blue haired rookie was trapped in her Midas Clutch. Fuuka's tears trickled down her cheek and rolled down her face until they hit Rose Gold's inner thigh. It was an automatic response to being suffocated. And helped to inform the lightweight champion of Fuuka's state. She was done for. Her quiet confidence was stifled. And her desire to be abused on the world stage had resulted in her being reduced to a whimpering mess.

All of this was an indicator that the match was done. In a few seconds, she would tap. And the bell would ring to call an end to the contest. Or... At least it would have in any other circumstance.

"Ahhn~" Rose Gold moaned and shuddered atop her prey. Her thighs rocked her body against Fuuka's face and mouth. Her attire was soaked as she ground against her like a fetish model humping a pillow. She constricted her airways with her warm, wet arousal. And used her as little more than a toy.

Fuuka's tap came, as predicted. And the sensation of the suffocating girl pleading her subservience caused a fresh flood of lust to well up in the pit of her stomach. "Mmmn~ Yes!"

Her back arched and she ran one of her hands through her pink and gold hair. Her mouth gaped, not unlike Fuuka's. And her eyes rolled back in her head, not unlike Fuuka's. "S-so g-good!" She whimpered atop the fading girl's face. Fuuka could feel her plump pussy lips throbbing and swollen against her face... And she knew she was close. And that there was nothing the beaten girl could do about it.

"D-don't stop!" She demanded with absent-minded gasping! "D-DON'T STOP!"

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Fuuka was in utter disbelief at what Rose was doing to her. The champ was simultaneously choking her and getting off on top of her face. While Fuuka had been quite apprehensive and reluctant to Rose's attacks that targeted between her legs, Rose was currently getting herself there and appeared to be flying in seventh heaven.

Fuuka's attempt at a tap out only appeared to push Rose on further, as both her movements and her moaning only seemed to grow more and more intense. Rose started crying out for Fuuka not to stop, which only left the bluenette wondering how on earth she could possibly manage to do that. She used what little range of movement her head had to shake it no.

But the innocent Fuuka failed to realize that this would only end up stimulating Rose more. She tapped aggressively on the champs thigh, begging her not to finish. But Fuuka knew that it was inevitable. She began to cry out of the sheer disgust she felt at the situation, and she pursed her lips to try to prevent any of Rose's fluids from getting in her mouth. And Rose's bodily fluids, spreading over her face, was the last thing Fuuka experienced before she blacked out from the chokehold.

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Fuuka made herself into the perfect little sex toy. Her desperate tapping only fueled Rose Gold's lustful feeling of dominance. And her defiant headshaking ensured that more of her lower lips were explored by the ridges of the blue-haired girl's face! It was heaven!

"Ooooohn- I-iku! Ikuuuu! [C-cumming! Cummmingggg!]" She announced her climax shamelessly for the world. Her hips spasmed and her orgasm erupted over Fuuka's face! The defiant girl tried to keep her mouth closed, but the result was only that more of a mess was made upon her face.

When her orgasm subsided, Rose Gold sat back, panting, upon Fuuka's breasts. The girl was left unconscious beneath Rose Gold's thighs. The back of her head in a puddle of Rose's honey. Her blue hair was darkened and dampened by the erotic experience. And for the second time in the match, she was out cold.

The referee stood by and urged Rose Gold to accept her submission.

But instead, she slid off of the girl and hovered above her. "Mmmn~" She took a moment to appreciate her handiwork. Stroking the girl's sex-slickened cheek. "Pathetic."

And then she leaned in, kissing the girl upon her mouth. Tasting her lips and tongue and her own cum. An impure concoction that filled her with prideful arrogance. A self-aggrandizing taste that was unique to just them. And when she was done invading Fuuka's mouth, she parted from her. And gave the referee a nod.

"I'm satisfied. Or... As satisfied as I can be, with trash like this."

And the bell rang.

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It was a good thing for Fuuka that she blacked out when she did, though it would've been a but nicer if it happened a few seconds earlier, before Rose came on her face. But Fuuka was at least spared the acts of gloating and disrespect Rose put upon her afterwards. Fuuka had imagined Rose would go further, but she had been satisfied by a climax.

Fuuka awoke a few minutes later, and tried to spit and wipe the substances from her face and her mouth. "Ugh," groaned Fuuka as she sat up. This match, beating, whatever it was, had been quite the experience. Fuuka didn't mind the pain, but the sexual acts were what really got to her. She was fine showing off, but not with going that far about it. Not at all.

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Winner by Mercy: Rose Gold