The hunt is on [ For Rym ]

[Ghost]

With deft touch, Karina would begin to dance provide fluent motions, both to the lips of Karla's pussy, but also to tease the clit in a gentle manner, enough to be felt with a certain firmness, but soft enough to not provide other sensations other than a light amount of sexual tension.

"You will learn to behave."

Karina leaned closer, hissing into Karla's ear before her tongue would come out, trailing the wet muscle along the outer rim of Karla's ear while her she went to work on giving Karla an orgasm she would hate and remember. Pushed two fingers inside, Karina now went for the direct approach, thrusting those two digits in and out with a steady pace, alternating between a double synced thrusting method and a uneven, almost clumsily single digit battering like she was walking with her fingers.

All the while, Karina would press up against Karla's back, pressing those large breasts against Karla to make sure her opponent knew that she was not going to escape Karina, and since this was not a match and there were no bystanders, it was time for Karina to make sure Karla would realize the error of her ways, through intense humiliation and sexual frustration.

[Monsy]

Having someone weigh down on you was like a net. She thinks she can move and tries, but there is always something that stops that effort from going anywhere. Karina made that net heavier. Her slit was glossed, moved around and played with. Fingertips licked her pearl. She tensed an eye, blushed and breathed out with a shock.

The encroachment on her earlobe is hot, wet and leaves a small shine. It tucks into her collar, and Karla looks ready to bite. “N-Not for a dog.” Growled Karla, with a tinge of drool on the corners of her mouth.

Her arousal was steady. Karina pushed in, and took a gasp from her, a hitch in her breathing as she arched her back and rear end. Her walls were slick, squeezing and fluid. She had a long, drawn-out groan, then kicked on the bench as the pleasure was bubbling through her groin. The unevenness and alteration created a stir and worked her up, but never too far. She was starting to pant, slowly, harder and harder, squeaking out a small moan under her breath. She was grabbing the bench, scratching it on the leather, holding her teeth and digging her sweaty forehead into the seat. “You are so-so dead, h-hunchen!”

Karina’s weight had flattened her, breasts into her back, like soft liquid iron. Everything about this was drawing out her resentment, and her juices.

[Ghost]

Every vocal reply from Karla was merely met with a grunt of disapproval, mixed with rougher finger motions that sought to deepen their search within Karla's sex. She added another finger, just to test the tightness of the redhead she was now scornfully taking. She didn't miss a beat either, Karina was looking to keep a steady rhythm, her fingers were not allowed a break until they would trigger what Karina was going for, which would me Karla's climax.

"Oh, you will. You're going to keep thinking of this moment every time you see me, every time you hear of me and read my name. You will know..-"

Karina changed her grip, bringing her free hand up to grasp Karla's throat instead, giving it a firm squeeze, not enough to flat out choke Karla but more than enough to keep breathing difficult. Karina's fingers were moving like pianist focusing on various keys to create a combination of repeated notes to create a melody. Karina leaned close to growl into Karla's ear, clearly intent to make that climax last with their renewed positions.

"That I brought you to this point."

[Monsy]

What you don’t expect from Barbarians are trimmed fingernails so the soft finger pads stir, touch, caress and brush. The entire length pumped along warm wet walls. They squeezed, with a flicker of small spasms, holding, sucking them in deeper as Karla’s voice peeped out another groan. Her face was getting redder. She listened, then made up her voice to growl. “I….”

Her body shuddered involuntarily. “--H-Hate!!”
The descent came swift. Both feet curled their toes. She gasped out, drooled, then took her hands and put them between her legs, watching onto Karina’s wrist that pumped. Her pussy gained its own glimmer around the majora. Sloppy, almost reddish. Her thighs were spreading. They felt floaty, with feeling dripping as did her crotch. A squelch occupied the high points, when Karina worked at her deepest, filling her whole, then stretching her with the added digit. Rhythm. Rhythm. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

She felt her heart rate spike to its zenith. Conscious control became a stew of orgasming pleasure as she neared the edge. Her brain melted and she stopped blinking until there were tears in her eyes and she was moaning freely, but still frowning, tensing an eye. Her stomach became the point of movement, sucking in, then out. Her hips rolled once, then she stiffened.

And she squealed. “Y-YOuuuuuuUUU!!”
Three gushes of squirt came onto Karina’s hand. One after the other with a second in-between. Her entire leg was shivering and she convulsed violently, closer to almost ball-like as the orgasm tore through her body. Once it settled, Karla virtually collapsed, going limp, panting out hot coals with glassy eyes and an open maw. She was still highly reactive. Any added plunge, stroke, slap or punch worked her senses by ten and caused a twitch. And at the same time, her strength was gone.

[Ghost]

With a deftly approach thanks to certain rivals and their respective fighting styles in and out of the ring, Karina became more adept at claiming what was hers with more than just painful wrestling holds. Karina made sure to work her opponent over and when the floodgates were released and the first signs of wetness would squirm Karina's fingers and hand, Karina would redouble her effort to make sure such a orgasm was not only enjoy, but it would be intensified by the new wave of sensitivity!

"That's a good whore.."

Karina mused, whispering such a taunt into Karla's ear while Karina would patiently wait for Karla to be completely finished. Karina had done her part, which was hurting Karla, humiliating her and now even giving her a climax of pure submission. Karina would finally release Karla, pushing the girl to fall forward and onto her own chest while Karina got up onto her feet and placed a boot on Karla's back to keep her down, if Karina even needed to do that.

Karina brought her hand up to her lips, letting her tongue roam along those moistened fingers to get a taste of Karla before Karina would show a more pleased expression.

"Not bad, dog. You whined and whimpered, and managed to soil yourself. Such a pretty little thing you are. Alas, I won't collar you just yet, I will save that for in the ring."

[Monsy]

Karla’s orgasm left her rolling in perpetual disgust. The adversary, the ordeal. All of it, from the point her damn broke, to the thrumming intensity reached by Karina in its aftershock, driving her toes into a tighter girl. Her legs folded in. Pump. Pump. Pump. It drew a long groan just to keep pace with Karina’s tempo. She didn’t have the speed to really react to every drive, so sputtered, shivered and slinked onto the surface like it was her private bed.

Karina played her role of her incessant inner head voice quite well. Tunes she’d play at her opponents, thrown right back at her. It turned her lips cold, but when she sputtered out a curse, she merely babbled a noise, “bwegh…”

Then passed out.

[Ghost]

Karina did not waste a single second, she wanted Karla to not only feel the consequences of her actions within the ring, she also wanted to make sure that the moment Karla would wake up, she would remember what had happened, she would remembered every single scene of this rather hot gym session and would have Karina's name on the tip of her tongue for days, perhaps even weeks to come.

After a while, she could feel Karla going limp, yet Karina's torture would not cease yet. Karina would scrape her boot from Karla's back, taking a moment to take in her opponent's defenseless position and would look to exact her revenge with more than just making her opponent cum multiple times. She would collect Karla's clothing, using them to tie Karla's wrists behind her back, to tie Karla's ankles together and leave the poor red head laying on her back. Karina had half a mind to wake her up like this, but there was one more thing she wanted to do. Karina would reach over for her panties, balling it up within her fist before she lowered herself to stuff Karla's mouth wit hit.

"Never forget my name, runt."

Karina hissed into her opponent's ear, though with Karla's state, that would never be heard or remembered. The actions themselves? Oh Karina was going to make sure she was in Karla's eyes every now and then to make Karla think about on the day she thought she could cheat her way into winning a match. She used brass knuckles to win and Karina went knuckles deep in Karla in response. Not a bad way to spend her weekend.

Karina would then scoff before turning to walk away from Karla, deciding to head home, take a comfortable shower and actually stop feeling annoyed after losing that match, this was a much more sweeter victory over the redhead after all.

[Monsy]

End!

Post Credits scene

Two minutes of Karla still laying in her cum puddle.