Krystal vs Apex: Arena of Dominance

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The blow to her stomach left Krystal reeling, and the foxgirl was in no state to stop Apex as he swiftly directed her unresisting frame into place. A yelp of panic slipped out as she found her head jammed between his legs, her tail curling and arms flailing aimlessly in protest. Then his hands ran down her, over her arms and across the sides of her ribs making her shudder. Eventually his firm grip settled around her abs, and in a single powerful motion he heaved the unfortunate female upside down!

She let out a whine of dismay as he effortlessly hoisted her skywards, leaving her dangling, exposed and helpless yet again before the crowds, upside down gasping for breath. She tried to shake her head, squirming feebly in his grip.

But then they started falling...

"Nononono-UNNHHHHH!" Krystal's desperate protest was cut off abruptly as her head was driven into the ground in the piledriver. Stars exploded in her skull, her eyes rolling from the tremendous impact, and her pliable body sagged to the floor. Stunned by the force of Apex's attack, the nubile young vixen could do nothing but lie there in front of him, head still virtually between his legs with her limbs splayed out, face resting in the dirt in a picture of defeat. Right now there wasn't a lot she could do to fight back, simply trying to stay conscious after the thunderous blow...

[CyanDimitrik]

It's a move the audience is well-acquainted with, and with a delightfully predictable end; the recipient limp, facedown. Apex tilts his head back to look out over the crowd, his arms raising to either side in broad, open absorption of their praise. Some still yet urge Krystal to rouse and fight back, but their hopes are growing dim, and their voices practically drowned out amid the clamor of bloodlust.

It was getting close to time to end it. Apex could feel it. He isn't sure what all Krystal is capable of feeling right now; whether she's in an abundance of pain, too dazed to think clearly, or in that sweet spot of near-numbness. Either way, he dismounts the girl's neck and moves several paces from her, his gaze affixed to the weapon she thought to bring with her. Once in hand again, he returns to the vixen and circles to her back before reaching down to seize a fistful of her hair.

With a yank, he attempts to hoist Krystal onto her knees, facing her out at the crowd. The spear's shaft will be placed horizontally across her throat to bear in, slowly squeezing in a choke while pressing the back of her head against his hips.

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The crushing impact left Krystal utterly out of it, barely conscious and with her whole body aching from snout to tail. She lay there between Apex's legs, breathing weakly and barely even aware of his movement as he stood, striding away to collect her long-discarded weapon. Krystal let out a faint whimper of pain as he returned to grab her by the hair, effortlessly hauling her pliable frame up to her knees. Krystal blinked blearily, arms hanging limp by her sides as she knelt at Apex's side like a conquered trophy. The skunk then positioned himself behind her, bringing the spear pole around in front of her. Then he pulled.

"Gnnhhhhh..." Krystal gurgled weakly as the pole of her own spear was pressed against her throat, and to her shock she felt the bulge of Apex's hips against the back of her head to complete the choke hold. She clawed feebly at the pole, her eyes fluttering weakly, breasts heaving as she tried to get breath into her lungs.

In her current state, however, there was no prospect of escape. Reeling from the powerful performance Apex had visited upon her, Krystal was finally beginning to accept that she was utterly outmatched by the dominant male. Her token struggles would barely delay the inevitable and she could do nothing but wait for Apex to throttle her into unconsciousness...

[CyanDimitrik]

Apex lets the visual soak in for the audience, feeling by this point to be fully and thoroughly in control. The beautiful vixen's strength appears to've been sapped. That means it's time to really put on the show the crowd has come to expect from him. And they're showing their appreciation of the brutal treatment quite vocally. To them, the end is imminent; and it won't be gentle.

Secretly, Apex is savoring this for a very different reason. Slightly guilt-ridden for it, feeling her helplessly pressed back into him, hearing her groan, sensing the palpable dread from her - it's a powerful feeling. Euphoric. Deeply pleasing in a primal, uncultured way. Asserting that control over the girl, knowing that she knows being beaten by him could mean more... but at the very least, means she's been conquered. Oh yes, there's a sense of guilt that comes with the revelry. But that revelry can't be ignored.

The shaft of the spear is pulled as he steps back finally, drawing her up to her feet. He expects that she hasn't quite found her legs, but he's perfectly content to bodily manipulate her to where he wishes. Their destination is the wall of the arena, and once they've reached their destination, he shoves her back against the smooth surface. The shaft is pressed against her chest, just above the swell of her perky breasts with the intent to trap her wrists at shoulder height.

His dark eyes will lock to hers for just a moment, before he takes one hand from the weapon pressing laterally against her torso. The fist draws back, and begins swinging in, hammering blow after blow against her bare, trim stomach.

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Krystal gasped for air as she spear shaft was withdraw from across her throat, but the respite for the pert vixen was a very minor one. Still reeling, still overwhelmed, still dominated by Apex's sheer power in this match.

Half throttled and fighting for consciousness, Krystal's nubile frame offered little resistance as Apex forced her to her feet, manoeuvring the pliable foxgirl until she had her back pressed against the wall of the arena. The spear shaft was pinned across her body right above her heaving breasts, her wrists held in place above her shoulders, her hands grasping at nothingness. Krystal looked into his alluring eyes, a tremor of apprehension and arousal in equal measure shuddering through her body as the powerful male pinned her in place. She let out a faint moan, offering a token struggle against the spear-haft, but she was going nowhere.

One of the skunk's powerful arms swung back in readiness, his display not yet completed. Krystal's eyes widened in horror and she tried to brace herself...

"Ouughhhh!" Krystal blurted as Apex's fist drove into her stomach, smashing the wind out of her body. Her mouth sagged open and her knees buckled, only the shaft of her spear pinning her to the wall holding her upright. "Nghhhh..." a feeble whimper of protest was all she could manage as she remained pinning in place, thoroughly at Apex's mercy.

[CyanDimitrik]

He knew the fight was over. Her resistance had vanished after the piledriver. If he'd asked her to submit to him, he suspects she would've given in to him. But when his fist sank into her belly, Apex could feel that the fight was over. He was just putting on a display for the audience. But the look she gave him felt like complete submission.

Amethyst eyes narrow on hers slightly. Not in a look of malice, but a sort of impish affection. The knuckles set against her stomach brush down along her abdomen subtly, before drawing back and slamming into her trim midsection again. With this impact, the fist opens and he runs a couple fingers along the subtle lines of abdominal tone. He'd hinted at a different kind of dominance before. Now's the time to start blending the two.

The spear is withdrawn from her chest while the hand presses into her white-furred stomach to keep her upright. Overturning the shaft, he drives the tip into the ground to let it stick upright. Then, his arms simply wrap around her waist, pulling her off the wall and letting her body prop against his, once again meeting the sensation of bare skin and fur against bare skin and fur, feeling her breathe against him, her heart pounding.

He guides her along to the center of the ring once more, and with a pivot, attempts to drop her to her knees before him, facing out at the crowd. His left hand sets to her throat just beneath her jaw to turn her face up to the audience - some still begging her to rally, others urging what feels like an imminent end for the poor foxgirl.

Apex lifts his right fist to draw attention. "Do you want her finished!?," he shouts out to the roaring masses.

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Pinned against the wall and thoroughly overpowered into submission, Krystal could do nothing but hang there, held in place by the spear as Apex took his time revelling in his superiority. She could see it in his eyes - he was certainly enjoying every second of this. His knuckles pressed against her stomach before another blow knocked the wind from her hall over again.

"Uuhhhnnnnggg..." Krystal burbled feebly, her eyes rolling as she tried to remain conscious under the onslaught. Then she felt a different sensation across her exposed abdominals. A caressing, gentle touch. A whine of confusion slipped from her lips as she tried to sort out pain from pleasure - Apex's treatment spinning the vulnerable vixen's mind for a loop.

Eventually he peeled her off of the wall and she slumped against him, the fight driven out of her nubile, shapely body. She felt his strong frame and his fur press against her and felt tremors up and down her body from the unabashed contact. She offered no resistance as Apex directed her out to the middle of the arena, planting the stolen spear in the ground and forcing her to her knees.

Krystal let out a weak moan, taking a feeble grip of Apex's wrist with one hand has he forced her head up to look into the jeering fans. There were few sympathetic faces. The foxgirl felt a flush of humiliation - her hubris at entering this ring would be her undoing now. She'd barely laid a scratch on Apex, and now he was going to finish her off in front of the crowds.

And there was nothing she could do.

[CyanDimitrik]

The victory was already assured. It was only a question of how this contest came to an end. Krystal likely didn't have the luxury of knowing Apex's true nature beneath the predator exterior. And though sometimes an opponent may opt to make an example out of an enemy for the crowd and ensure they never fight again, that wasn't his style. Brutal? Relentless? Even cruel? Certainly. But in an ironic way, the hand holding her by the throat was a safe one - safer than some others might be in that position.

But it all came down to how the audience replied. Would they want mercy for her? If they thought she deserved mercy, for whatever vague reason, he'd go easy on her. He'd call for silence and give her a chance to vocalize her submission, to get away without further harm. She'd be left to recollect her wounded pride and face the crowd, while he would step away to soak in their praise.

If they called for-

"FINISH HER!"

It's the overwhelming response. This audience wasn't the type to let someone off the hook easily, and perhaps there's something satisfying about a confident, pretty girl being broken down by a monster. They weren't done with the visual feast of dominance.

Apex slowly nods, letting his amethyst gaze travel over the leering faces in the stands. They wanted her truly defeated. They'd get their way.

He pulls on her neck to draw her back up to her feet, and promptly spins her around to face him. For a moment, their eyes are allowed to lock before anything further happens. Dark purples burn against bright greens, offering no remorse or falter in his expression. His arms slip beneath hers, forearms brushing against her ribs before the limbs sharply seize around her waist. His back arches to hoist the girl off her feet, bringing her svelte figure to align perfectly against his sleek physique. Her white-furred belly is crushed hard into his grating abdominals, her perky breasts mashed tight to his unyielding pectorals, and her narrow hips ground unabashedly against his own, his distinct firmness not remotely subtle at her base.

He isn't trying to suffocate her in the bearhug. It's an incremental squeeze that leaves her arms free, his head tilted back to watch her face, her eyes - he wants to see as much as feel the fight and all pretense of resistance leave her body, crushed. His arms flex, bringing her very exposed body tighter to his own, only to periodically, briefly loosen to let her get a breath. He wants her conscious.

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"FINISH HER!"

The cry from the crowds sent a jolt of horror through Krystal's reeling frame and she wriggled feebly from her position on her knees, letting out a faint whine of dismay. But there was nothing left for her to do except endure the punishment that was now coming her way. She had been out fought and overpowered by Apex, and he was going to finish this match.

She was helpless to stop him as she was guided back to her feet and twisted roughly around to face him. A yelp slipped from her mouth as she was pulled close, Apex's powerful arms encircling her, his alluring, amethyst eyes boring into her like deadly jewels. Then his grip snapped tight around her waist... and he squeezed.

"HNNNGHH!" Krystal blurted as her nubile young body was mashed against his with shocking force, lifted effortlessly off the arena floor. In an instant she was fighting for breath, but also fighting against something else... Her breasts were pressed tight against him, her toned abdomen grinding against his rock-hard muscle. And she felt a shocking, unmistakable, yet someone not unwelcome firmness pressing against her crotch. Her body gyrated weakly against Apex her mind a fog of pain and pleasure.

Her head swam from lack of oxygen, and Krystal's mouth lolled open, her green eyes fluttering weakly, unable to tear herself from Apex's powerful stare - his alpha presence commanding her. Her body weakened by the second and after a few more seconds of the crushing bear hug her head rocked back, breath coming in shallow gasps as her arms and legs went limp, dangling toward the area floor, defeated and at the mercy of Apex...

[CyanDimitrik]

It's always an electrical sort of sensation when the audience calls for an opponent's demise. It's an energy he feeds on. It's why he does it to begin with. The audience wants violence, dominance, brutality, physical force - two egos clashing, and one being broken. It continues railing in his mind that Krystal, outwardly competent and entering the arena with confidence befitting royalty, has likely stirred the bloodlust a little more than she'd intended simply on the merit of being beautiful and seemingly out of place. Maybe the audience thought she needed to learn a lesson. Maybe they just like seeing pretty things hurt.

Whichever case doesn't really matter to Apex. He has his own motivations at this point of the fight; and particularly with this opponent. She's been beaten, and brutally. He's coming away with his fur a little ruffled, a little sweaty, but otherwise fine. She's... well, they're roaring for her total defeat. Nevertheless, he has a limit in mind. Ironic as it may be, and perhaps impossible to see in their current state, but Krystal is in safe arms. More or less. He has to actually beat her, of course. And to achieve that end, the squeeze he levies against her lower back is nothing short of authentic. The girl's trim body is crushed against his unyielding physique. Her breasts mash tight to pectoral muscles, her bare belly grating ever-tighter against sleek abdominals, and the gyration of her hips elicits exactly the sort of unavoidable response she's likely looking for - if subconsciously. His hips shift inwards, grinding a little harder against her.

She goes slack. Full physical submission. And with that, his arms loosen to let her breathe again, content that her strength and defiance are equally gone. He lowers to his knees with her, then leans forward to lie her body down on the arena floor. He then lies himself directly over her, his hands reaching for her wrists to secure above her head. His legs shift between her thighs, hips pushing tight against hers in an unabashed effort to make her squirm. His face hovers just inches above hers, amethyst gaze boring down at her face.

The visual isn't lost on the audience. Krystal might appear pinned down and helpless beneath an alpha predator. A dominant over a soon-to-be submissive, who began as a young, confident noble-minded girl.

"Say it."