One rose, one crown, one submission - Victoria Rose vs. Gabriel Vinlee [freestyle match]

[Victoria]

Victoria found herself in a state of pure bliss, overwhelmed by the pleasure Gabriel was expertly delivering. She was lost in the sensation, her pleas for mercy fading away as Gabriel skillfully explored every inch of her desire. Each movement sent waves of ecstasy through her, causing her to sweat and moan uncontrollably. It was an experience that felt like heaven, yet also a torment she couldn't escape.

"Please, Gabi... I'm on the brink... it's so... indescribably pleasurable..." Victoria moaned out with the sweat pearls on her forehead dropping down onto the ring mats.

The crowd cheering the girls up, as the cameragirl was showing how fluently Gabriels finger slide in and out of that leotard. It was a fest for the viewers and fans to see someone being controlled that badly.

Struggling to form coherent words, Victoria attempted to express how close she was to the peak of pleasure, but the intensity of Gabriel's touch and the gag in her mouth made it impossible to articulate. She fought against the overwhelming urge to succumb to her orgasm, trembling with the effort to hold on.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel couldn't understand anything the German girl was trying to say, because of the gag and her accent, but she didn't need to understand her, just to see her squirming and feel her pussy offering itself to her skilled fingers to know that her touch was breaking Victoria down again.

The brunette seemed to be losing, rolling her eyes further and further back, shaking uncontrollably as the fingers continued to fuck her senselessly, pushing her leotard deeper and deeper inside, shaking her with each thrust as if she were a door that wouldn't close.

The last thrusts were the strongest, shaking Victoria's body as if she were being hit with a battering ram from behind, although of course, Gabriel was not being so violent, she was just using the position she had her in to shake her body with each thrust, so as not to rely solely on her fingers to set her on fire with pleasure, of course.

Her fingers had Victoria on the edge of the precipice, they came out of her tracing a huge spiral, an easy exit, and with her fingers pricking the entrance, she was about to give her the final finger to send her into the sweetest orgasm.

"Hm... but you don't deserve it..." Gabriel said with a cruel smile.

Her fingers were a brush with which she caressed Rose's entrance. Too gentle now to send her to climax, but also too good to take her off that edge they had put her on.

Her hand that had been gagging her released Vicky's mouth to hold her by the chin and keep her looking forward. Her other hand continued to play with her backside, undecided whether to give her the climax or not.

"I told you I wanted to be your friend, and you said no." She kissed her ear. "I offered to do things differently so you wouldn't suffer so much, and you said no again." Another delicate peck. "And now, do you want me to continue? You're not going to say no to that, are you?" She joked. Giving her a third kiss before shaking her cheeks.

Her mischievous hand would give her a playful spank, then another on her other buttock, and finally a third on her pussy before sliding it off her thigh. If Vicky had nothing she could do to remedy the situation, the visitor would press on, and the Royal Viper had no plans to let her rest on the mat. She would fold her over so that she was prostrate on her head and knees, and her ass in the air, offering it up to the gaze of the crowd and the intentions of the same queen. A shameful position.

Gabbie would place one foot on her pretty backside and raise a hand to request something strategically necessary, though not irreplaceable:

"Does anyone have a handkerchief?!"

[Victoria]

Victoria was in disbelief over the events that had just transpired. From pleasure to domination, and kissing, Gabriel was simultaneously engaging in all of it. Victoria, now positioned in a rather humiliating manner with her backside elevated, began to breathe heavily, attempting to suppress her words:

"Please...please...I...I can't endure this any longer...enough of the teasing...please...make me..."

However, her plea was drowned out by the loud fans and the crowd, who interrupted her sweet surrender as two individuals tossed a handkerchief into the ring. This was precisely what the blonde had been requesting from the audience.

Victoria's mind was too chaotic to comprehend what was occurring, as she panted and attempted to crawl away, only to be firmly held in place by her opponent's foot. Ms. Rose was on the verge of an orgasm, so consumed by her sensations that she had forgotten about the fight entirely. She tried to move her hands towards her pussy, hoping to give her wet leotard one last pleasurable rub to achieve climax and fulfill her desires...but her strength had waned, making it impossible for her to reach.

"What is your plan...please...I...I...gi...giv...I...oh my, it itches so much...please...Gabriel...!"

Victoria writhed and struggled to articulate her thoughts, while the cameragirl shot Gabriel a wicked smirk, likely aware of what was about to unfold.

[Hagen-Autem]

The brunette was nothing more than a beautiful lady prostrate before Her Majesty, face down on the canvas, spiritually shattered and her buttocks suspended above her knees, a pompous step on which the queen rested her foot. Truly, the queen would find perverse satisfaction in Victoria's current embarrassment.

Attentive to her opponent's every stutter and movement, could only respond with a concealed but contagious laugh. She relished every second of Vickie's humiliation, finding this new attitude flattering and quite entertaining—the desperation with which she begged to be came, and how well she began to behave, Gabbie decided to up the ante, putting a hand on her hip and chuckling to herself to add to Rose's humiliation, fantasizing and salivating over what she would do to her in a few moments.

A handkerchief would land on her face, cutting off her laughter, while another would hit her raised hand directly. The queen would remove the piece with a shake of her head, inspecting the first handkerchief, and she didn't like it. She threw it behind her. The second handkerchief, on the other hand, she liked; its whitish tone went hand in hand with what the queen was looking for in this situation.

She was in such a good mood that she winked back at the camerawoman while she began folding the handkerchief. She was indifferent to Vickie's new stammering, as Gabriel assumed she could neither indulge herself nor truly give up. So why worry? When she could delight in preparing her new spot, while listening to the melody produced by mixing the moans of the local wrestler with the hubbub of the faculties gathered here.

She would show the camerawoman what she had done: in her fist was a white rose with seven petals, beautiful and well made. This woman would focus on it with the camera lens. Then Gabriel would leave Vickie's butt alone, just to slip her hand inside her skirt and unfasten from her hip her most emblematic object: a pair of handcuffs.

The crowd began to cheer with whistles and jeers at the mischief the queen was hinting she was going to do to Vickie, the much-hated Vickie Rose...

She knelt beside her opponent's hips. “Do you want to come?" And took Vickie's first hand. “You want me to do it, right? " The one Victoria tried to bring to her crotch but failed miserably due to fatigue. “Well, if that's the case..." And would hug her wrist with the first handcuff, then bend her arm behind the German's back, and there, she would join it with the other arm, handcuffing it as well. “I'll give you a chance to make me reconsider."


The queen bed down Vickie to the mat, then wrapped one arm around her neck, ceremoniously lifting her off the canvas, exposing her weary face to her own regal one, while pressing her cheeks with her fingers to open her mouth.

A wicked but more affable smile appeared on the British queen's lips. It was as if Vickie didn't seem so terrible now—both were still kneeling on the canvas, but it was clear which one had the other at her mercy, and which one could only beg.

“No more I give up!, darling~.” Gabriel chanted, showing her the white rose before shoving it into their mouth!

[Victoria]

The scene no longer resembled a typical wrestling match. It had transcended the bounds of competition, evolving into something entirely unique, something both the crowd and Victoria herself had never witnessed before. This was no longer just a victory for Gabriel Vinlee, the blonde challenger. It was far more than that. It wasn’t merely a humiliation either. If someone had to describe the moment, they’d call it a twisted dream...or perhaps a scorching nightmare.

Vicky knelt in the center of the ring, her gaze fixed deep into her opponent’s eyes, fighting back tears that threatened to spill over. Her arms, locked and shackled with handcuffs behind her back, rendered her utterly helpless. Every attempt at defense was futile. Her body trembled violently, as if an earthquake had shaken the very foundation of the ring beneath her. Her legs were splayed wide, her posture a disheveled mess, completely exposed.

"N... no... no more... I... I give..." Vicky stammered, her voice weak, trying in vain to echo the words of submission Gabriel had forced from her before. But before she could finish, a soft white rose appeared in front of her. It was placed gently into her mouth, silencing her completely.

For a brief, surreal moment, Vicky looked almost serene, a delicate, beautiful woman with the rose tucked between her lips. Yet, the image was a bitter contradiction. In her own eyes, she saw nothing but a pathetic version of herself. This wasn’t the fierce, confident wrestler she had imagined herself to be. She had fought hard, she thought. But now, lying at Gabriel’s mercy, she realized just how thoroughly the blonde had dominated her physically, mentally, and emotionally. From head to toe, inside and out, she was utterly conquered.

Frozen in place, her body no longer obeying her commands, Vicky teetered on the brink of everything. She was vulnerable, awaiting the next move from the brutal yet captivating blonde who had reduced her to this broken state. What would Gabriel do next? The suspense hung thick in the air, and Vicky could do nothing but brace for the inevitable.

[Hagen-Autem]

With the white rose in her mouth, her hands tied behind her back and her body trembling, and her crotch eager for that final thrust, Victoria Rose had nothing left to offer to continue this one-sided show.

The visitor stood up, circling the local with an amused sway. Enchanted giggles were not lacking. The queen's hand rested on the brunette's head, using it as a centre as she reached behind her back. Then she would take her by the armpits and force her to stand up. Even if that meant carrying her trembling body until she was on her feet.

With one hand, she would embrace the waist of this sweaty and defeated German woman, and rest her open hand against her pretty abdomen, tightened by the red spandex, pressing her as if there were so much trust between them; sticking her hips to the backside of her violated rival. The queen began to sway from side to side with her as she rested her face on her shoulder; she hummed a melodious song in her ear. A children's song that only the British know.

It would have been cute and flirtatious if it weren't for the fact that this young version of Gabriel knew no mercy for opponents she disliked.

She gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Good night, Vicky."

She slid her free hand down Rose's thigh, grabbed it from behind, and next lifted Victoria's body. The visitor spread the German girl's legs in the air and held her above her for a few seconds before bending one of her own knees and dropping Victoria onto that sharp bone, performing a thunderous Atomic Drop.

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