A Goddess and a Queen I - Louise Bélair vs. Gabriel Vinlee

[Hagen-Autem]

After sinking Louise's inverted face in between her breasts, Gabriel would stare at the referee with a feline look, waiting to see what he would do next. And the guy started what any referee would do in this circumstance - start counting:

"ONE!!! TWO!!"

"Are you applying the rope break or is it the ring out?" Such a condescending question, but she had a point.

But the referee ignored it.

"THREE!!!"

"Because you need to make it clear or you would be doing your job very badly if you disqualify me and this would be an ugly mark on your impeccable record."

The referee glared at her. His official's earnestness against a woman's condescension. Was that a threat? Although that queen had a point here, if she doesn't know which rule the count is from, she doesn't know when to stop...Or does she?

Though whatever the answer was, it wouldn't be known because there was a third person here who had something to say:

Louise's hand found a lock of the blonde's long hair and tugged hard enough to arch the Briton and elicit a yell!

"AHHHHHH! W-What the hell are you doing?!" She grumbled biting her lips for courage not to give in before the tugging against her precious delicate golden hair. And she was going to get even for her - the queen would shake Louise up and down to whip her back against the apron and weaken the tenacity of her sturdy arms.

Louise had already messed with her skirt, and now she was messing with her hair, what would she do next? Strip her in public? Well, if that was the way Louise wanted to play, then had to put the brakes on that incorrigible woman right now.

"Let. Go. Of. My. Hair!! For god's sake!" Gabriel wasn't going to mind hurting her back against the apron as long as she kept choking her. She was going to complete this humiliating move, had to do it and would do it on her terms!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise also didn't know why the referee had just counted to three but she had a habit that she wouldn't give up. Even if she lost her matches, she would return to the locker room as a winner even if it meant starting a brawl after the match. To do this, she started simply by pulling her opponent's hair, pulling it with all her strength to give Gabriel the feeling that they were going to be ripped out so that she could finally let the French girl breathe by removing her ridiculous breasts from her face. .

But the Queen was not on this side and did not give in at all. She had not appreciated that the Wildcat pulled her hair and took out her anger on her, in no way freeing the French woman from her breasts and attacking her more aggressively by slamming Louise's back against the apron.

“Hmmphh!!”

A moan of pain could almost be heard between Gabriel's breasts and the French woman became more and more docile following this blow. Her hand released the grip on the Britishwoman's blonde hair and her eyes began to close again. She was finally going to succumb to this breast smother, it was the most humiliating she had experienced to date.

[Hagen-Autem]

The queen was taking advantage of every last second of the striped-shirted official's uncertainty to finish this brunette off in the most torturous way she could - Gabriel wanted to hammer the goddess's spine back until Louise let go of Gabriel's hair, and when Bélair's grip loosened the strands she had sequestered, Gabriel only shook her head to throw her hair behind herself and press her bust harder on top of the Frenchwoman's face.

The voluminous French body felt flabbier now. Too much flabby.

"Good girl. Now sleep~." She cooed, she had already added too much time to the suffocation, but she wouldn't stop until she was sure the Goddess was pacified completely: the queen was going to close all of Louise's remaining air channels by tightening her embrace even tighter around her head, sucking even more of Louise's face between her breasts until she was sure there would be no coming back from this.

The referee noticing that Louise was not responding, would move to raise her hand and verify that there was resistance here or the match would be over.

Gabriel would have to let go of Louise's arms so that the referee would have to do their job, and she wouldn't object, she was delighted with that idea - she would just slide back and let her bust still rest endlessly Louise's face while the intervention was going on.

[Bearhug Goddess]

It had now been several seconds that Louise's face was locked between her opponent's breasts, breasts smaller than hers but rather soft. The self-called Goddess gradually lost her strength until she completely released her opponent's hair and let her hand fall into the air. Her strength was leaving her, her breathing was getting weaker and weaker and even though no one could notice, her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

She was passing out from lack of oxygen and she was going to lose this match, in the worst and most humiliating way possible. She would have liked to stand up, push her opponent away and beat her like she always did but seeing herself win was getting harder and harder until there was nothing left. Not a single thought, not a single movement... Louise was completely stunned.

The referee intervened at this moment to verify the French woman's condition, pressing Louise's arm three times but no response came. The referee wasted no time, the referee stood up, crossing her arms to signal a knockout and declared Gabriel the winner of this match by smother. The referee asked the queen to release Louise from this smother, the match was over and the two wrestlers had to be separated now.

[Hagen-Autem]

The queen was not going to be satisfied until she saw Louise's hand collapse for the first time on the ring apron.

"Pff~." She didn't slacken her smothering one bit.

Besides, the pub rep was the most excited to see the lightness of that arm with each fall. Gabriel couldn't help but smile and stick out her tongue as the referee continued to delight her with the second attempt, also a failure for the goddess.

"Yes~," Gabriel couldn't help but lift a millimetre from the goddess's face. And the third attempt, the last chance for Louise to prove she could take more and still have fun with her opposite. It was a failure. "Hmm~!"

The Royal Viper could see it playing out in slow motion in front of her: Louise's hand plummeting to the ground and just hanging there. It was exquisite.

The queen had won over the goddess, finally!!

The queen murmured in complacency and partly fascinated, complying with the order to get up from Louise. But she did it her way- she placed her hand delicately and gracefully on top of the Frenchwoman's breast and disengaged herself from her with a very slow push. Seeing Louise's face inverted and hanging over the edge of the ring, the goddess of France was sleeping in her entirety and it could be said that she was just restarting her breathing after that breast smothering. Pathetic.

The Queen was done with her and she didn't even know that this finisher was a humiliation for Louise. And Gabriel wanted more.

She would kneel down until she was face level with Louise.

"I hope you use that thing inside your head more next time, love." She'd poke her forehead to her with the finger. "And so that you to come for me and not forget me so soon." Gabriel would take Louise's hands, stand up, and turn around to face the audience.

Gabriel wanted to project herself as someone who was not spiteful, just fair; but she could not get rid of the fact that Louise attacked her from behind in her insertion into the ring. And it would be too unfair to her opponents to let Louise through just because she entertained her for a while. And what she would do to her placated opponent would be a clear warning to the next ones of what she would do to them if they dared to make another attempt on her face like that again.

The Frenchwoman would still have her top half hanging outside the ring and with her head behind Gabriel, at the level of her nice, shiny, fluffy gymnast ass. The public howled as to whether Gabriel would really use the position for that or whether it was just part of the circumstances for what Queen was really planning. But the Queen would start rubbing her booty in the Frenchwoman's face!

No matter how much the referee ordered him to release her opponent, Gabriel wouldn't, not when the Royal Viper was barely halfway through her final appetizer, so he'd have to watch unless called in his reinforcements or until Gabriel grows an ounce of compassion.

After that, she would tuck Louise's head under her butt and push the goddess's head to the floor with the weight of her ass to sit cross-legged on her face and use the rest of Louise's body, which would be inverted and lying against the ring apron, as a back support for her back. Transforming the goddess to her throne for the night. She would even pose for a couple of photos before asserting the referee's claims and getting up from Louise's mouth.

She was about to leave the arena, but twist to give Louise something else from that distance:

"Good night, Louise~." And blowing her a flying kiss, she would call this match over.

YOUR WINNER BY SMOTHERING K.O: GABRIEL VINLEE!!