The Midas Touch, Episode 10: Trick or Treat

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Rose Gold watched Brooke from up on high. Gold-flecked eyes devouring the top of the woman's head in eager anticipation. She knew the effect she had on women. Her rivals hated her... And yet, so often, they ended up soaked and panting. There was a toxic attraction to her. Regardless of her thorns, they all sought to take hold of her rose.

The soft blush of her puffy lower lips was left partially exposed by her sharply cut bottoms. She shuddered as she felt Brooke's breath roll over the smooth, sensitive skin. She felt a contraction as the woman's tongue made the -slightest- contact. She was sensitive. In tune and hyperfocused on her own hedonistic pleasure. And her sex drank up every whimper and whine that the degenerate model caressed her with.

A hand brushed through her hair as she felt Brooke's hands press into her sensitive posterior. Every pleasurable touch, no matter how scant, was eagerly indulged in. No gift is too meager. Her eyes slid closed with arrogant confidence.

"That's a good girl. I'll let you drink your fill. And if you do a good job, I might even take you to heaven with me." She licked her lips. A subtle gesture likely missed by the girl whose eyes were buried in her thighs. Her words were unsubtle enough to make up the difference.

She heard Brook scream no. But she was so confident in her dominance that she assumed it was another subservient moan. The grasp on her ankles surely and attempt to press her nose in deeper! And for her pride, came the fall!

"Uwaa!?"

*Crash*

She found herself right on her royal ass!

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Brooke's refusal was muffled by Rose Gold's groin, the vibrations no doubt satisfying her evening's rival. Her grasp at Rose's ankles, though, communicated her intent clearly. Even if it didn't, her subsequent tug spoke volumes: Brooke Betancourt would continue to fight for as long as she could.

Still, Rose's essence lingered on Brooke's face. Brooke's heart thudded in her chest as that distinctly feminine scent wafted into her nose. Even as she tried to blink that strange new arousal away, the pink below her freckles revealed its effects on her. But the moment would pass soon, and she needed to take advantage of it.

"A good job..." Tired and aroused but not quite beaten, Brooke couldn't even trash talk properly anymore. Blue met gold as Brooke locked eyes with the seated Champion. She drew her forearm across Rose's chest, hoping to push her supine and pass her guard. The intended result: a last ditch effort to clamber atop Rose like an overeager lover. As she sought to press her heated body against Rose, Brooke would also extend her legs to capture their counterparts for a grapevine!

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Rose Gold's pretty face scrunched up in pain and dissatisfaction. She wasn't hurt, but she was somewhat humiliated. She'd let the model take her down and catch her off guard. It was like being bit by a fish you'd pulled out of the ocean. A fish she didn't think even had teeth!

And a moment later, Brooke was upon her. Their bodies pressed together in an intimate spread on the canvas! She felt her wrists shackled to the canvas by the former model's palms. Her weight pressed heavily into her wrists, preventing her from moving her upper body! She grit her teeth and looked up into Brooke's blue eyes with a feral intensity.

"Release me this instant!" She demanded like a pampered patrician!

Brooke failed to comply. Instead, she hooked her boots around the champion's ankles, capturing her legs in the same way she'd pinned her hands! She stretched her desirable figure atop Rose Golds. Their body heat mingled, forcing a blush onto the blonde's already heated features!

"How dare yo-AHHH!" The grapevine forced a scream from between her painted black lips! The model was far leggier than her. Her height became a weapon as she spread her legs, forcing Rose's apart! The difference in stature made for a groin-tearingly painful stretch! Her inner thighs quivered and strained as her attire pulled taut against her feminine features!

"Ngh- G-get off!" The ref slid into place, constantly checking Rose Gold's shoulders while also looking for a tap.

Her eyes closed and she shook her head, biting back another howl of pain even as she felt her girlhood spread agonizingly! The leverage of the leg-split forced their bodies closer. Their hip bones kissed and their mons hugged. The warmth they shared from their bare bellies touching felt like an arctic winter compared to the sweltering heat of their mingling mounds! The constant shifting of her upper body to avoid a pinfall ensured that their lower halves were constantly teasing against one another!

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Brooke's previous life as a model was predicated on, among other things, her flexibility. Being able to hold a teasing pose for long periods of time was a skill that was in very high demand where she came from. Though it was a degrading demand. One that commodified her very body. One she hated with all her heart.

"I dare..." Right now, though, that flexibility was the only thing keeping her alive in this lion's den of a match. Her legs spread wide, interwoven through Rose Gold's shorter ones. "I dare, dammit!" Her longer, leggier figure was stretching Rose Gold out, and not in the fun way! The pressure on her grapevine was cranked even further as Brooke sought to literally wrench a grueling victory from the jaws of defeat. She pulled and pulled and pulled stretching both girls' attires and tendons alike. "Hnnngggg...!"

"Hhh!" Brooke's eyes shot wide open at a jolt of warmth from the front of her groin. She gasped, and all of a sudden, she was acutely aware of her body's position atop Rose's. Their lithe, lightweight bodies pressed against one another almost insistently. If not for the grapevine, Rose Gold's thrashing could almost be confused for the fevered rubbing of hurried lovers. The friction between their torsos and mounds had a similar effect, growing Brooke's arousal. Soon, the gradual widening of her grapevine ceased altogether!

"Haah... Wh-What are you doing?"

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"Haa- AHHH! Nghyaaa!!!" Sounds that were equal parts scream and labored moans forced their way past the lithe blonde's lips. Her eyes knit tightly as she fought back tears. She could feel the tendons in her groin straining in agony as they attempted to meet the demands of Brooke's indecent leg-spread! Her smaller stature ensured that regardless of her flexibility, such a feat was impossible!

She shook her head! Denying a request to tap. Denying Brooke's words. Denying reality itself! Irreverant in the face of her flower being pulled apart by the leggier competitor! The more she was spread, the more visible her mound became. Her attire began to meld into it at first, stretching over her provocatively. But as the spread deepened, the edges of her bottoms gave way to blushing skin. And eventually slipped between her aching, spreading lower lips. Perfect pink brushed alabaster skin was exposed as the woman it belonged to shrieked and bucked in agony.

Her hips rocked, desperately searching for relief. But instead finding the warmth of the other woman's body. She was close to breaking when she felt her now half-exposed womanhood kiss Brooke's thin attire. It sent a shiver up her spine. And in that moment she realized... The pain was subsiding. The tension hadn't relieved entirely, but it had stopped increasing. Hesitation. Either Brooke was at her limit...

Her eyes opened, even as her lip quivered. Without fabric in the way, she could feel the growing wetness upon Brooke's attire. Weakness.

Her hips began to rock. It was agony with her legs in this position. Self-inflicted damage. But like a true lioness, she would sooner chew her leg off than starve to death in a trap.

She made use of everything. Even her suffering. "Nnn~ Mmmn~" She cooed out moans. Painting over her pain with lustful, honey-soaked sounds. And unlike the desperate shaking from before, she made intentioned movements. She wasn't bucking. Or writhing. She was grinding. Kissing the other woman's cunt with her own! All she needed was one shiver. One gasp. One convulsion. And she was certain she could find her way out.

And then... Then Brooke was fucked!

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Rose looked strangely beautiful in her agony, though Brooke noticed the former far more than the latter. She met the blonde's half-lidded gaze with her own, ignoring how her eyes crinkled in their corners with pain. "Haah~ Rose...~" She took in the lewd sounds coming from Rose's mouth, as Brooke's tongue started to just barely loll out of her own panting one. "Ohhn...~ Hyeh~"

Most importantly of all: She met Rose Gold thrust for thrust, no longer even thinking to put the final touches on her hold. Thanks to her own efforts, Brooke's fragile lingerie bottoms were fraying now -- just another part of this match that had been stretched to its limits. Their womanhoods, both half-uncovered now, were kissing like cruel asymptotes: Ever so close but cursed to never truly meet. Brooke sought to remedy that in part by causing their upper lips to meet; she slowly craned down towards Rose's face, moving closer and closer to the night's first bit of truly intimate contact.

Her whisper cascaded across Rose's lips, heated and breathy. "Please. Let me... Please?" It was a curious thing to say. Brooke's body was in control of Rose's; ostensibly, she could take whatever she damn well wanted. So why was she begging as if their positions were reversed?

The obvious answer was that Rose Gold was a hedonist. Yes, that must have been it. She was just giving into her baser desires here. Letting Brooke fuck her silly. The match was still Brooke's to win at any moment. What was one little detour?

Though as Brooke's subconscious mind danced with the thoughts of what was surely her opponent's unspoken intent, her waking one found that even if she wanted to...

She couldn't refuse.

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Even through the pink haze of her lust, she had expected Brooke's body to give out. She'd expected her supple, curvaceous form to surrender to the intimate contact. She didn't.

Instead. She gave in mentally. Her own hips began to buck and grind. To desperately seek pleasure in fervent tribadism. Her tongue fell out of her mouth, begging for Rose Gold to capture it between her lips and suckle lewdly upon it. The temptation grew as she felt their mounds make fuller contact. As Brooke began to lower her face and breathe a tempting, hungry whisper. The woman who had been so confidently tearing her pussy apart, now sought satisfaction for her own.

Rose Gold's honeyed amber eyes met Brookes. Her thrusting paused as she focused on them. To see her need. And her tongue slipped from her mouth to round her lips. Painted black and moist with her taste. She drew in her bottom lip in coy contemplation. Like a girl who'd already been scolded for sticking her hand in the cookie jar.

Her gaze never left Brooke's eyes. She couldn't look away. What she saw in them was simply too alluring- Her lips parted and took in Brooke's tongue. A slow, lascivious suck. It wasn't a romantic kiss. It was a degenerate and perverse action. A sensation rarely experienced. And as she tasted Brooke on the roof of her mouth, she once again focused on what she'd seen in her eyes...- Weakness!

And suddenly her hips arched upwards once more! Her sodden, burning slit kissed her captors! While her mouth crashed against Brookes! And she hungrily began to devour her. To subject the desperate diva to the league's most talented tongue.

She belonged to her now. And it wasn't even that Brooke didn't know it yet. She hadn't -begged- for it yet.

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Brooke's torturously slow descent towards Rose's lips were halted by a shock of gold. The sight of her opponent's honeyed gaze drew a panting gasp from the Downrange Diva, and her thrusts slowed to a languid yet still insistent pace. She was all but cowed by the venomously Venus-like visage below her -- but unwilling to fully relent in her pursuit of pleasure.

If a sharp look from Rose Gold was all it took to force a breath into Brooke Betancourt's lungs, then the Champion's next act was more than enough to steal that breath away. Rose captured her tongue, the wicked connection between them becoming an anchor that dragged Brooke deeper and deeper into her opponent's dangerously delicious embrace. She found that lewd, wet muscle of hers suckled upon like a teat! The effects on Brooke's body were immediately a worse-kept secret than a high school crush. Every nerve in her body was set ablaze, every muscle shuddered, and every inch of skin yearned to touch one of Rose's.

It wasn't that Brooke was inexperienced in sex -- far from it, actually. No, she was simply a neophyte to sexfighting. In LAW, women had three main ways to escape an opponent's clutches. One was by guile, slipping through a rival's fingers. Another was by pain, as overloading a rival's senses typically ruined their focus as well. And the final was by rule -- a rope break or threat of disqualification.

With one sudden thrust of hips and lips alike, however, Rose Gold demonstrated the power of a fourth, uniquely feminine method of escape. Her gaze was guile, her slit tore through the Diva's senses, and her rolling hips declared her rule over Brooke's very body. "Hmmnn~!" Brooke angled her tongue and groin alike to eagerly accept Rose's marauding ones. "Hmmp!" Then pressed both forward at once, grinding and suckling herself to deepen their contact, if Rose would have her.

To do so, however, Brooke had to post her knees onto the canvas. Her legs were nominally still coiled around Rose's calves, but with none of the tension of before. The grapevine she'd worked so hard to lock in and stretch out was suddenly no more. And all those in the crowd who had seen the valiant, if always ill-fated, fight from the young ex-model would be left to ask, though they certainly already knew the answer:

What was happening to Brooke Betancourt?

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Everything about Brooke Betancourt was indicative of a woman who'd never used sex as a weapon. She'd used it as a lure. Or as a means of fulfillment. But she'd never had it wielded against her like a dagger. And when it sunk into her heart, she nearly succumbed to the little death.

There was a canyon-esque difference between a woman who had thrown a punch in a street fight and a Championship boxer. Rose Gold was a beautiful and erotic lesbian. But the world was full of beautiful and erotic lesbians. In fact, Another was stretched out astride her this night. But this was no street fight. Rose Gold was, by her estimation, the apex of her kin. An elite professional in the world of wielding another woman's desire against her. And it was more than sloppy fingering and half-missed kisses... As Brooke Betancourt was finding out.

"Mmnnf- Chp~ Nnn~!" She mercilessly attacked the other woman's mouth with her own. She drew her in and drank her deeply. She pulled on her tongue with her lips and explored her mouth with her own. Every silken touch was surgically delivered. Designed to penetrate her mind and blind it with her unforgettable taste. Fresh strawberries after a spring sunshower. A predator so cruel shouldn't have tasted so sweet.

And the moment the haze took over. The moment Brooke released her. She struck!

Her lower half shot up Brooke's body as if it were spring-loaded! Her legs snapped around her head as suddenly as a snake's strike! And when her hips reset, it forced Brooke suddenly away from their kiss! It isolated her aching sex leaving it lonely and unloved. While grinding the Downrange Diva against into a mouthful of Rose Gold's own covered mound. Flooded with arousal, Rose Gold's and her own. It smeared itself across her lips, chin, cheeks, and the bridge of her nose. The scent was overpowering. The flavor that seeped through her attire was undeniable. All while her thighs constricted her airways.

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Her hands reached out and took hold of Brooke's hair, pulling her into deeper waters. "Come on model-chan! Use that slutty tongue of yours. You can pretend I'm your producer if it helps!" Her expression was one of sadistic arousal. She wasn't simply getting off on the erotic physical contact. But also on hurting her opponent. Their body, their pride... Their station as a woman.

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"Hnngm~! Sllp! Mmff!" Rose's mouth settled a thick mist upon Brooke's mind, one that threatened to swallow her whole. Not a single inch of her own tongue or mouth went untouched by the cruel vixen beneath her. The Downrange Diva continued to rut against her foe, ardently seeking her release. She would have gladly stayed there forever... if not for Rose's next maneuver.

All of a sudden, Brooke found herself trapped against the Champion's barely-covered crotch! The attack was an unsubtle reminder to her lust-addled mind that they were still in a match. Even still, Brooke found pause. As Rose Gold's lust spread itself across the ex-model's face, her senses were quickly overwhelmed with a reminder of the Lightweight Champ's true nature. Beautiful but deadly, like one half of her name. Temptatious in her allure, like the other. Her opponent, yes. But also a woman.

Though fans of her prior work might not have expected it given her innocent marketing and cute demeanor, Brooke was quite the prolific lesbian. It wasn't that she was particularly skilled at sex, though she certainly took pride in how she made other girls feel. It was just that she'd slept around. A lot. Whether from a sheepish glance at a party or a furtive one from across a bar, Brooke was no stranger to casual sex.

But this was something wholly different from the sapphic attraction she was used to. This was no hookup; the two of them were not partners looking to share pleasure with the other. No, something tugged Brooke deeper, towards an unfamiliar end. All she knew was that she wanted, needed Rose in a way that she couldn't even name.

"Mmmmn...~"Presented again with her opponent's intoxicating lower lips, Brooke found herself slowly moving her mouth as if to drink from it. But once more, Rose would be denied the feeling of Brooke's tongue. She just couldn't do it; more than that, Brooke had no idea what would happen if she did. She didn't just want Rose to cum. She wanted her to fill Brooke's throat with her juices. And that scared her.

Filled with a panicked resolve to fight, the Downrange Diva attempted to post the soles of her feet upon the canvas and stand her lower body up. If successful, Brooke would walk her shaky legs forward, hoping against hope to lessen the pressure on her throat and face. With this perversion of the Downward Dog pose, her head and upper body would still be trapped within Rose Gold's legs, and willingly offering more limbs to the skilled Champion was effectively a suicide mission. Even so, she needed to do something.