The Midas Touch, Episode 8: Heroes Never Quit

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Iria's legs clamped down on her slender waist from her position on the bottom! The squeeze forced Rose Gold's painted black lips apart and rewarded the heroine with a sweet gasp of pain! It caused her to falter for a moment, long enough for Iria to reach up and pull her down with both arms!

What followed was something of a submission cuddle. The evocative position had their hips touching! And every bit of exertion from Iria's thighs saw their crotches pressing against one another. The double squeeze upon her ribs made it hard to breathe. It filled her lungs with fire and drew more sweet, soft sounds that whispered across Iria's clavicle. The hold seemed effective!

But the reality was far different from perception. For the moment the bout had descended from the world of Pro Wrestling into the world of grappling. And Iria, for all of her courage, was now on the ground with a black belt. A national champion.

Iria's position upon her back had taken her leverage. She was squeezing with her raw strength, which wasn't laughable but was technically unsound. Having her body squeezed hurt. But it didn't threaten. Pain alone she could endure! And with her limbs free, she could still work!

Rose Gold's knees moved up, pressing against Iria's butt. This act alone relieved some of the pressure. Her left hand braced against the canvas... And pushed! She wouldn't be able to break Iria's grip, but she could lift off the canvas just a little bit. Create a struggle and separation! And then when it looked like she might escape- she gave it up! Descending back down towards Iria! But leading with her right elbow! Lashing it across her cheek in a short, devastating strike!

"Nnn!" She let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt with each blow. There was effort behind every strike. But also an appreciative lust. An eagerness for the violence! And if Iria held fast, she would attempt another. And another. And another. Until Iria let go, or did something about them!

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The hold was one that, if Iria thought about it too much, it might make her face turn red. But luckily for her, she had her mind focused on just wearing down her opponent. She had to squeeze the fight out of this Villain! There was no other choice now. If she let up or let go, she knew she would be in trouble. Their bodies were rubbing together with each motion. Iria was giving small grunts of effort. Quite the sights and sounds for those whose imaginations would simply run wild.

It became painfully obvious that Iria was still quite inexperienced. She was squeezing as tight as she could, but the lack of leverage was making it clear that this wasn't going to work. Rose was moving into position. To Iria, it felt like every movement would be Rose just wearing herself out. And while it was taking strength to shift and move, Iria was simply focused on holding on tight.

Being lifted a bit off the mat was scary for a moment. If Rose was a bigger wrestler, she might expect to just be lifted up and slammed. She couldn't do that though, right?! But even if she could, it seemed that wasn't the move she was going for. And Iria's head suddenly rocked backwards as pain thought though her. The elbow to the cheek hurt and dazed her for a moment as she realized what was happening.

Iria's thought was to just try to squeeze tighter. But she was already as tight as she could manage. And another blow landed on her cheek, wincing in pain from the second blow. And a third blow as she simply held on. But her arms and legs were shaking with effort now. A fourth blow landed as she still held on in desperation. She was being stubborn about this, which was forcing Rose to continue to elbow her in the cheek. A fifth blow made her arms and legs slacken a bit. And with a final sixth blow she finally lost her grip, groaning in pain.

Rather than try to get free and away from Rose, she'd let herself remain stubborn and foolhardy as she tried to outlast Rose with the hold. And that had certainly backfired on her at this point. "Uugghh..."

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Rose Gold's elbows rained down upon the super hero with vicious precision! Each battering blow bounced the other girl's head off the canvas!

And yet she didn't relent... The stubborn stalwart maintained her squeeze! "NGH~ Just! LET! GO!" She barked out accompanying her strikes! She was brutalizing Iria's pretty face as the amateur fighter refused to relent her body lock! It was difficult to tell if the heroines resistance was an act of will, or the result of being punch drunk. That was until she saw the look in the girl's eyes. She was there and defiant and everything that Rose Gold -hated-!

But even defiant as she might have been, her body couldn't keep up with her mind. And the consecutive concussive strikes saw the girl's grip weakening with every blow. Until it slipped completely!

Rose Gold drew in a deep gasping breath! Her sides expanded without restraint in what felt like hours! For as green as Iria was, her squeeze had left Rose Gold's bare mid-riff red from the attack. She wasn't as hopeless as she looked... She had potential. Which meant she needed to be snuffed out!

"Insolent!" She fired the word into Iria's face as she scrambled up her body! She would attempt to move her hips up past Iria's, to leave her sitting on her belly.

And if she was able to do this, then her next move would be to quickly spin! And reseat herself right upon the heroine's face! A reverse face-sit that would leave her looking down the line of the heroine's body. In a normal bout this might have been a pin. But the brutal truth of this bout was that it would continue until one of the competitors quit. And Rose sought to claim her throne upon Iria's face, no count would save her from the Sinister Siren's vengeful wrath!

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It would probably have been a better idea to let go once the blows started and try to separate from her opponent. But to Iria, that just wasn't an option. To back off was to relent upon the Villain... to show some kind of weakness. That she could be scared off. Heroes should never show fear!

But those thoughts did little more than leave her clinging tightly to the hold as her head was smacked against the mat with each blow. Things were spinning, the pain shooting through her skull with each impact before it finally resulted in her having to let go. It had been a gamble that she'd lost, hoping to squeeze the fight out of her opponent before the strikes had become too much.

The words shouted into her face rang in her ears. For a moment she wasn't quite sure what Rose had said, the blows leaving her more than a little dazed. She was certainly going to bruise from such a brutal assault. Not that she could really take the time to think about it. With Rose suddenly moving to sit on her stomach, the pressure and weight settling down on her made her squirm, taking a small gasp as she tried to shut out the thoughts suddenly sparking in her mind.

But the situation didn't stay that way for long as her opponent shifted around and sat herself upon Iria's face. Her nose was pressed between her cheeks, feeling the weight bearing down on her. In a normal match, Rose might have been able to get a three count here. Iria's head was spinning after those blows and if not for her opponent seated on her face, she might not have much to orient herself.

"Mmmfff..." It was only a small groan of protest as her feet started to drum against the mat. Sluggish movement that certainly showed how dazed she was. But despite that, Iria was still struggling and refusing to give up against this Villain.

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"Haahn- Haahn-" Rose Gold let out a series of panting breaths as she settled into her seat upon Iria's face. A hand moved to brush her sweat matted hair off her brow and look down upon the splayed-out body of the subjugated heroine. She'd come out on top in their scramble, but the act had left her exhausted.

Her ribs ached and the act of breathing caused a sting of pain to surge through her chest. She'd narrowly avoided being defeated.

...She repeated that thought again in her head. Iria... had nearly beaten her. Her expression shifted erratically. When it finally settled, it did so with gritted teeth and narrowed brows. "You're going to pay..." She sneered as she raised up a fist. "Don't you dare quit until I've finished messing you up!" She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. A brief moment of centering as she channeled the anger that Iria had instilled in her. A daunting, pregnant pause before the storm.

"Not that it would stop me anyway." Her composure returned as she smirked, her eyes glittering as they opened.

She wriggled her hips, ensuring that Iria's nose and mouth were lined right up with her most sensitive places. And then that raised fist came down like a hammer! Her bare knuckles buried themselves into the corresponding breast until they hit bone! A single, vicious blow to test the waters. Like a wine taster evaluating a fine wine!

"Don't burn your voice out yet honey... We're just getting started!" She cracked her knuckles and bit her lip.

The girl's reaction would no doubt prompt a fresh flood of arousal. Such that it would force Iria to smell and taste how excited she was making her tormentor!

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The desire to win and emerge victorious over this villain was still driving Iria to keep struggling. To try to get herself free. But her body wasn't acting on those thoughts at the moment, her movements sluggish as Rose ended up planted firmly on top of her. She could catch her breath, while Iria was left trying to get herself free just to get a single gulp of air. Air that she was already feeling desperately in need of despite Rose just getting seated firmly on top of her. She hadn't managed to take much of a breath before being smothered after all.

And her opponent sounded confident again. And VERY ANGRY. An anger that was punctuated as a sharp pain shot though Iria's chest, feeling that fist slam down into her breast. "MMMFFF!" There was a muffled cry of pain that left Iria just feeling more deprived of air. Her nose was wedged up against Rose's rear, and her lips gave their cry against her crotch. She couldn't help but take in the taste of her opponent, her face flushing red in embarrassment.

Her feet were kicking harder against the mat as she squirms, trying to slam her feet and plant them to buck Rose off of her. Iria knew that getting free now would be her only chance. If she let this Villain keep her position on top of her, she was going to let everyone down! Despair at her situation hadn't set in yet. She wouldn't just roll over and be helpless for her opponent!

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"Ohhhhhn~!" Rose Gold's back arched and her eyes rolled up into her head as she let out a purring moan of elation! Iria's gasping cry filled her up exactly how she'd hoped. The girl's despair caressed her insides and caused her to squirm greedily upon the heroine's face. The other girl's last breath left her nostrils in a way that tickled her barely covered butt. This was everything she wanted! And by contrast, the last thing that Iria could have ever expected.

The Lightweight Champion bit roughly on her own lip as she allowed herself to get absorbed in the ecstasy of smothering the other girl. In the feeling of dominating her face with her pussy. The lewd and sadistic, the experience only made her wetter, staining the heroine's face beneath her. But it also distracted the Sinister Siren from her goal!

Iria, unwilling to simply lay back and service her queen, bucked and kicked!

The sudden movement unseated the Champion! She found herself tumbling to the side and rolling to her knees! Her twitching, soaked sex now without the attention she'd so craved. She snarled through clenched teeth as she looked upon Iria with entitled fury! But a hand pressed between her own thighs as if to soothe herself. Her fingers moved against the crotch of her attire. A slow, smooth circle that caused her to take a deep breath.

"Mmmn. I was just getting into it too!" She lifted her hand then, spreading the fingers that had just been catering to her needy womanhood. Thin lines of her pleasure spider-webbed between them. A show for the fans. To let them know just how messy she had made the super-heroines face.

"I'm going to make you wish you had just satisfied me!" She promised as she retook her stance.

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She had to get out from under Rose. Not just because of the disadvantageous position that it was, but also because it was quite obvious. Her opponent was getting off on her! To be humiliated like this in front of everyone was something Iria didn't want to have to endure. Perhaps others might have tried to use the arousing nature to turn things around against Rose. But Iria was intent on fighting fair, without trying such an underhanded tactic! At least not intentionally.

But her struggles weren't enough to unseat Rose quick enough. She felt that friction against her face, nose, and mouth, becoming wetter. It was making her face turn red, embarrassment quite evident even as she finally managed to buck her opponent off of her. Once free, she was already rolling over to get to her hands and knees. Her head was still spinning, but she was already wiping at her face, trying to hide what had happened, unaware that Rose was intentionally showing everyone just what humiliation had befallen the proud Heroine.

The words spoken caught her attention, and Iria turned her head to look over at Rose. She saw her fingers, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red. The declaration that she should have just given in made her climb to her feet though. "I'll never submit to you. No matter how you threaten me! A Villain like you..." Her head was spinning though, and her words were cut off as she lost her balance a bit. Those strikes still had left their mark. Iria's will was still strong. But it looked like her body couldn't quite keep up with it. She had to lean against the ropes to steady herself, keeping Rose in her sight as she tried to ready herself for her opponent's next attack.

"A Villain like you should never be allowed to win." Iria knew the best course of action would be to get out of the ring and recover. Or just keep her distance from Rose. But she was already pushing away from the ropes. Not charging the Villain in front of her, but certainly not running away either. But it was obvious she wasn't doing so great. And not just from her losing her balance. She was breathing hard too, chest heaving with each breath. But her eyes wouldn't waver from staring Rose down defiantly.

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"Mmmmn. Good. Keep that same energy until the end." She brought her fingers to her lips and began to suck them clean. She met Iria's eyes as she did it. Pulling each one free of her painted black lips with a satisfying pop- "It'll make the moment you break so much more... Delicious." -Until they were all clean.

Like Iria, Rose Gold also moved slowly. But hers was of a different origin. Her wide hips swayed as she stalked her wounded prey. She was guiding her with her movements. Subtlely influencing Iria to corner herself, even as she was stepping away from the ropes. Her golden eyes glittered with the promise of pain and humiliation. And the corners of her lips were pulled up into a devious, hungry grin. She was a mouse trapped in a phone booth with a cat. She just didn't know it yet.

Rose Gold let the tension build as the space between them grew smaller and smaller. She licked her lips as Iria got in range of her jab, but didn't act. Her arms stayed idle at her side. "Then you better stop me. Hero-chan." She replied to Iria's last, desperate statement with mockery in her voice.

The temptation of licking her fingers. The degradation of her mocking tone. And the positioning she'd chosen to approach from would leave Iria suddenly face to face with the Sinister Siren. Their noses nearly touched. She didn't need her fists. Distractions and psychological attacks were her jabs. And if Iria let her get in close, let herself get distracted...

Then a moment later she would feel her belly pierced by a violent, crushing knee strike! The harsh blow buried itself in her navel and looked to make the act of breathing even harder! To bow her body, and force her lips against Rose Gold's! In a sapphic, pain-inspired kiss!

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Watching her opponent clean her fingers like that was making Iria squirm a bit, her cheeks flushing red once more. She wasn't sure how Rose could do that and not feel embarrassed herself. But then again, she was seeming more and more like a true Villain. Which was certainly giving her reasons to never back down and to face her opponent head on. So when Rose started to move slowly towards her, Iria was more determined than ever to stand her ground and face her. She was bringing her arms up, ready to lock up again. At least she was trying to seem like she was ready, despite how shaky she looked.

That gait seemed purposeful. Like her opponent knew exactly what she was doing. It was making Iria tense enough to just stand there while she approached. She was watching, doing her best to not let her gaze linger on any part of Rose for too long. Don't get distracted! That was easier said than done though. She had to keep watch on her, since she had no idea what this Villain was planning. Keeping herself in the right mindset was proving to be quite difficult though.

It was like being a deer caught in the headlights. She had to move. To act. But the closer her opponent got, the more it felt like it was impossible. That her body was just locking up, even though her knees were obviously shaking. Even the taunt from Rose, being told to stop her, didn't snap her out of it. It almost felt like she had blinked, and Rose was now standing face to face with her. That was too close! She had to-

"OOOUUFFFMMMGGG!" The knee sank into her, her cheeks puffing at first from the blow. That lovely strike, finding her belly utterly giving way. As much resistance felt as Rose had received as she approached Iria. The groan of air passing her lips was quickly muffled as her lips found Rose's. There was no recoil though from the strike. Iria's head was spinning as she tried to keep her mind focused.

"Mmmm..." Try as she might, she couldn't stop the moan passing her lips into the kiss. And her hands had dropped, trying to hold onto Rose in any way she could for support. It would be accidental, but it might almost feel like she was trying to get a nice grip on her ass.