The Midas Touch, Episode 6: Electrum

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold watched the battered, exhausted blonde girl stumble around the ring with her arms crossed. Electrum had done her job. There was nothing left of this contender. It was admirable that she was still attempting to stand. But it was also stupid.

*Ding Ding Ding* The bell rang.

And Rose was on Ophelia immediately. "Come here!" She demanded as she reached out to snatch Ophelia's hair and pull her off of the ropes. The girl could barely stand on her own... But barely was all Rose Gold needed as she thrust Ophelia's head between her thighs. She'd hook the girl's arms behind her, wrenching them up into a double chicken wing that kept her from falling to her knees.

The setup was plain as day. Even the most casual of fan recognized Rose Gold's finisher. The Gold Standard. "It's over." She stated matter of factly before licking her lips. She could still taste the girl upon them. Delicious. And then she jumped, pulling Ophelia with her! She came crashing down upon both her knees, driving Ophelia's unprotected face down into the canvas with both of their weights atop it!

[Monsy]

Everything had ups and downs, but discerning the two as her vision swam in some half-conscious twilight became impossible. When her fight was scraped down to its bones, she moved purely on surviving instinct. Whether Ophelia can consolidate her six spinning knees into solid things for footing was another mystery. Finding her invisible feet would’ve been step two.

“A-Aaaghhh…” The pull by her hair through her for a rollercoaster, her hands slapping the canvas, stiff so the impact crept into her elbows. She moved like a slug with her knees, sliding, crawling, eyelids half-open. But soon she could only see white, the canvas below as her body propped up between the Champion’s legs. Her hands draped like loose garland, but slowly crept up Rose’s legs, shivering. Her spine quaked as well, both knees kissed.

“Ditzy… GUHhh!!” Her face cracked off the canvas. There was nowhere to rebound, so she slumped, collapsing against the canvas like a wet towel. Her vision was rendered black. Drool leaked onto the mat, along with juices from her womanhood from the earlier carnage. Both arms splayed outward amongst her pool of bubblegum hair, twitched, her legs laid flat and swayed.

[SuckerPunch]

The impact of the other woman's head being driven into the canvas between her thighs resonated up her entire body. It sent a cold chill of excitement up her spine that forced her back into an arch as if she were in the throes of orgasm as it traveled up her body. It ended as it spilled past her lips in a satisfied purr.

There was no motion to be found with Ophelia save for the drool spilling from her open lips. As Rose Gold promised, the match was over.

She reached down and hooked one of Ophelia's arms before turning her over onto her back. She quickly eclipsed her face by using it as her rightful throne.

The referee slid into position and began the purely ceremonial pinfall! "1! 2!" As the count continued, Rose Gold nestled herself against Ophelia's face. "Mmmmn~~" She pressed herself down against her, ensuring that the tip of her nose pressed neatly against her ass and that her chin pleasantly stimulated her clitoris. Ophelia's faint breathing was used to tickle her conqueror's vagina sweetly as its scent and taste dripped onto her lips.

[Monsy]

Her body sagged like mud. She was lathered in a glue that kept her body pinned down by its own weight. Turning her over would be more like peeling. Her shoulder that arched over hit like a stick against the canvas-drum, and her arm rolled outward, from elbow then forearm, the back of her hand which opened with half-curled fingers. Both legs found each other, heels together, toes pointed like a spread dove’s wings. She peered up at the metal dome sun, glaring down with its many rays as the new moon soon took over, and fell from the sky to take her face. Her nose and mouth took on something soft and damp. It was like dough. Lycra made it feel slick, and a taste that would’ve made her cough if she had the bearings to even breathe anything but a shallow tune.

“3!”

Her eyes slipped into her skull, a conscious washing down the drain of whatever they could call this escapade. Was it something to remember? Or a short-lived raid as another one adds to this lecherous pile? For Ophelia, it was a good night’s sleep, a future headache and a well-earned ramen bowl.

[SuckerPunch]

The bell rang and a moment later Ophelia was unconscious. Beaten, violated, and humiliated, she had no will left to keep her awake. Rose Gold had stripped her of all resistance, such to the point that even unconscious, she was utilized to further the Lightweight Champion's pleasure.

"Mnn~" She shuddered in subdued satisfaction. Her hips quivered and her attire darkened. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and rode out the thrill of her face-induced orgasm. She gently bucked with every wave of pleasure, ensuring that her girlcum coated the face of the sleeping beauty beneath her. A final malicious marking of her territory.

It was minor, as compared to those that Ophelia happened... A defenseless opponent was thrilling. As was a victory. But when the subject of her sadism wasn't awake to appreciate the humiliation, well, it did something to take the edge off.

Rose Gold climbed to her feet and staggered just the slightest bit. Her lower body was still a little weak from using her rival's features for self-pleasure. The referee approached her tentatively. Once she was certain she wouldn't bite, she took her wrist and raised it high!

"Your winner, by pinfall! Rose Gold!"

The Venomous Vixen allowed her hand to be lofted skyward! The audience boomed. Cheers, boos, the difference didn't matter to Rose Gold. It all sounded like worship to her.

And Ophelia had been little more than a tribute.