Chasing the Latest Kraze: Tori Taylor vs Kenzie Kraze (D)

[Misfit_Alien]

Tori had fallen in a heap, exhausted and outmatched in the long run as her body was beginning to slow down. Her limbs began to feel numb and heavy, and she could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she struggled to lift her head off the mat. Everything spun around her, blurring intensely as she didn't know what was happening. All she knew was that she was on the ground, Kenzie was looming over her, and the referee had been taken out of the equation for now. Although, with how loopy her head felt, she couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't...but Kenzie was here with her venomous words...treacherous, manipulative dialect that was softened with false love, warmed by twisted passion, and laced with a honey-like sweetness...so artificial it was toxic. And yet-...it made Tori feel like the pastel goth valued her over everyone else. It made the brunette's heart soar with delight as Kenzie spoke to her. She could only moan softly as Kenzie described her intentions to her, simply remaining in place and waiting to be decimated by whatever the goth had in store for her. The suspense was so dreadfully difficult to stave off as she waited patiently.

When Kenzie knelt before the brunette, Tori's face reddened with warmth as she felt the woman's body and breath against her own, immediately being taken into another carnal make-out session as their lips connected, leading to Kenzie dominating Tori's tongue with her own, causing the Malibu-born wrestler to melt into her clutches as she felt Kenzie's hands exploring her heated figure, sliding and tracing along every section of her body, her wicked giggles filling the ears of the brunette as she grew more and more desperate to see Kenzie, to taste her, to smell her, to hear her, to FEEL her-...She wanted it all and more as the goth played and overstimulated each of the brunette's senses. Every single squeak, moan, and gasp seemed to fuel Kenzie as she went harder, faster, and grew hungrier with each passing second.

When Kenzie got to squeezing her breasts, Tori's muffled moans grew into loud, feverish hums, turning her on to a great extent as Kenzie had her way with her. But it wouldn't be long before the pastel goth's search went down low, Tori's breathing reaching a fever pitch, becoming rapid and feral as she trembled beneath Kenzie. Tori could feel Kenzie's fingertips exploring her nether regions, teasing her lower lips while somehow maintaining a rough and gentle touch at the same time, confusing and exciting the brunette as she moaned helplessly, spilling a bit of precum as Kenzie worked her toward the edge of the cliff. What Tori hadn't realized was that Kenzie had slowly been trapping her in the ropes, leaving her helplessly suspended and bound. When Tori finally noticed, her heartbeat skyrocketed, Kenzie's words filling her with a sense of dread and intrigue as she just accepted whatever was coming her way, her skin aching from all that scratching and groping that had excited her to such a degree. She couldn't deny her lust, she tried to speak but no words came out...but that look in her eyes told Kenzie EVERYTHING she needed to know: I want more.

And she got exactly that as Kenzie came CRASHING in with a Rope-Trapped Dropkick, SLAMMING her boots into the woman's body, eliciting a pained, AGONIZING yelp from the brunette's lips as her chest was POUNDED with such crushing force that left her breathless and dangling from the ropes, almost unconscious!!!

[DropKix]

The impact reverberated through Kenzie’s lithe frame, sending a shiver of exhilaration down her spine as she sprang back to her feet after the devastating dropkick. Her face lit up with a maniacal grin, her eyes practically glowing with delight as she drank in the sight of Tori, who hung limply in the ropes like a battered doll. The brunette’s chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven pants, her skin flushed and glistening with the sheen of sweat and suffering. It was a portrait of vulnerability and pain—a masterpiece Kenzie had crafted with her own two hands.

“Oh, sweet little Tori…” Kenzie purred, running a hand through her disheveled pastel hair, her voice a velvet blade slicing through the thick air. “Look at you… so helpless, so perfect. All these people, yet no one to save you. All they do is listen to your pretty little screams.” With languid grace, she prowled toward her prey, every step exuding an unsettling mix of predatory intent and theatrical glee. Leaning in close, Kenzie gripped the middle rope on either side of Tori, her breath warm and invasive as it ghosted across the brunette’s cheek. Her head tilted as if studying a fragile piece of art, her lips curling into a smirk that was equal parts cruel and seductive. “I did this to you, Tori,” she murmured, her words dripping with twisted pride. “And deep down… you love it, don’t you? Being broken, being mine.”

With a sudden, vicious tug, Kenzie yanked the ropes tighter around Tori’s arms, eliciting a soft, pained gasp that sent an electric thrill through the pastel goth. Her fingers trailed down Tori’s cheek, her touch featherlight and maddeningly slow as they traveled along her throat and over the curve of her heaving chest. The contact was as intimate as it was invasive, a perverse assertion of dominance that left no doubt as to who controlled the narrative. “You’re mine, Tori,” Kenzie whispered, her voice dropping into a husky, almost tender cadence. “Every gasp, every whimper… it’s all for me.” She punctuated her words by grabbing a fistful of Tori’s damp hair, yanking her head back to expose the vulnerable line of her neck. She didn't care that Tori was probably too out of it to hear word she said, what Kenzie was about to do was purely for her own indulgence. Her lips hovered just above the sensitive skin before she sank her teeth in, hard enough to possibly break the skin, leave a wet, dark red possessive mark. A soft giggle escaped her lips as she pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

If that hadn't woken her up, then this certainly would. Without warning, Kenzie's leg lashed out, driving her boot viciously into Tori’s exposed abdomen and causing the brunette’s body to jerk against the ropes. Not satisfied, Kenzie unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes, each blow landing with sickening precision. Her foot slammed into Tori’s stomach again and again, the force rocking her frame as the pastel goth reveled in every wince, every pained cry. Kenzie wouldn't step back until Tori’s tummy had been thoroughly traumatized, the skin hot and tender from the onslaught.

“Aw, look at you,” Kenzie sneered, crouching down so they were face-to-face. Her gloved fingers traced idle patterns over Tori’s sweat-dampened skin, a cruel mimicry of comfort. “You’re not mad, are you? I’m just giving you what you wanted—what you needed.” Kenzie leaned in close, her lips brushing against Tori’s ear as she whispered promises both tantalizing and terrifying. Her laughter filled the ring, a haunting, melodic sound that lingered like a specter as she straightened up, her imagination running wild with possibilities for her next act of torment.

[Misfit_Alien]

There shouldn't have been any way for Tori to be conscious at this point. The brunette should've been still and motionless after enduring all the pain and exhaustion for so long without stopping, the adrenaline having left her body long ago as she crumbled against the ropes following that damning Dropkick to the chest. Still, she managed to cling on to whatever embers of consciousness she had left as Kenzie's voice acted as a sort of anchor for her, the sweet toxicity of her tone keeping the submissive brat awake enough to continue being her 'doll'. For Kenzie, Tori would continue to push herself...even if she was left broken in the process. None of that mattered to her, all she wanted was Kenzie's adoration. She didn't want to disappoint her-...she couldn't allow for such a thing to happen. So, as Kenzie studied her like a finely crafted painting, Tori would soon feel the woman's warm breaths across her skin as the pastel goth explored her once more, satiating her ego with her venomous words, teasing Tori for loving all of 'this' as much as she did, to which the brunette could only softly moan and whimper in response before Kenzie continued.

Tori felt her body getting tugged against the ropes, forcing a pained gasp from her lips before Kenzie's fingers gracefully glided across her face, forcing the tenderized brunette to blush and pant as the contact heated her up and made her heart race. Kenzie would detail how her actions led them here, how everything that happened to Tori was a direct result of her actions, taking credit for everything, and accusing Tori of loving every second of it, claiming the brunette as her own. In some sick, twisted fashion-...Tori believed it all, slowly losing herself as Kenzie leaned forward and took a bite out of her, causing her to wince and moan as she felt Kenzie's teeth dig into her body, drawing out a chorus of helpless moans as Tori leaned her head back, giving Kenzie her whole neck to do as she pleased with before slowly succumbing to exhaustion once more.

However, Kenzie would soon awaken the brunette once more with a wild stampede of stomps, raining her boot down upon the woman over and over and over again, pummeling her senseless until a battered, bruised, and broken Tori could only respond with raspy, guttural gasps for air, unable to speak or utter even a syllable at this point.

[DropKix]

What fueled Kenzie’s erratic storms of cruelty was anyone’s guess. One moment, she was spewing sweet, salacious venom, her words dripping like honey laced with arsenic; the next, she unleashed a tempest of unrelenting brutality. Her chaos was as unpredictable as it was intoxicating, leaving her audience riveted and her victim utterly broken. Tori, barely clinging to consciousness, hung limply against the ropes, her bruised and battered body a living testament to the pastel goth’s unholy artistry. And yet, despite everything—the exhaustion, the pain, the degradation—Kenzie could see it, faint but undeniable: the desperate embers of devotion flickering in Tori’s glazed eyes.

“Still awake for me, huh, dollface?” Kenzie crooned, her voice a saccharine serenade that belied her sadistic intent. She leaned in close, her pastel locks brushing against Tori’s flushed cheek, a soft, almost tender contrast to the brutality she had just inflicted. “I knew you had it in you. You just can’t help yourself, can you? So needy, so desperate for my attention… my touch.”

Kenzie’s fingers danced along the ropes, their touch as light and deliberate as a spider weaving its web. She tugged and tightened the bindings around Tori’s arms, meticulously ensuring her prey was ensnared without even the illusion of escape. With each knot and twist, Kenzie heightened her captive’s vulnerability, stretching Tori’s battered frame taut. The brunette’s arms were splayed wide, crucified against the top ropes, while her legs bent backward over the bottom rope, her entire body suspended in a perfect tableau of helplessness. Kenzie stepped back, her hungry eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction as she drank in the sight of her handiwork. “Perfect,” she purred, her voice a sultry, husky murmur that dripped with malevolent glee. “Now look at you—right where you belong. Completely mine. Completely helpless.”

With a dark, primal grin, Kenzie reached out, her hands gliding along Tori’s trembling thighs, her touch possessive and commanding. Her fingers tightened around the brunette’s hips as she leaned in, her lips capturing Tori’s in a ferocious kiss. It wasn’t affection—it was conquest. Kenzie’s teeth seized Tori’s lower lip, tugging and teasing, her tongue invading the brunette’s mouth with a feverish, unyielding dominance. Kenzie pulled back just enough for her breath to ghost against Tori’s lips, her voice dropping to a wicked whisper. “You feel that, baby?” she purred, her tone dripping with venomous delight. “That’s the power you gave me. And now… I’m going to use it to squeeze every drop of cum out of that pathetic pussy of yours in front of all your adoring fans. Then, I’m gonna make you SCREAM your submission! Whaddya say Tori, sound like a date?”

She didn’t wait for a response—not that Tori could offer one. Kenzie’s lips claimed her rival’s again, this time with even more fervor, her kiss a ravenous declaration of ownership as she possessively gripped the brunette's hair. Her hand, meanwhile, ventured boldly past the waistband of Tori’s gear, gliding over the heat radiating from her core. The arena seemed to blur into the background as Kenzie’s fingers slipped into forbidden territory, plunging into Tori’s slick, velvety womanhood. The pink pervert's movements were relentless, her hand working with fiendish precision. Her middle finger curled and pumped, a merciless rhythm that sent wet, maddening sounds into the cacophony of the roaring crowd. Schlick. Schlick. The sound was drowned out by the noise of the arena, but to Kenzie, it was the sweetest melody of all. Her sharp digits sought out that sacred spot inside Tori, their probing devoid of gentleness, as if to claim every last shred of her rival’s resistance.

In this moment, there was no referee to stop her, no rules to restrain her, and no reality outside the dark, chaotic world she had created for her rival. There was only Kenzie Kraze, her helpless doll, and the promise that tonight would see Tori surrender in more ways then one.

Spoiler

[Misfit_Alien]

Tori was trapped in a whirlpool of pain and pleasure as Kenzie kept her trapped in a neverending cycle, toying with her by subjecting the brunette to every kind of sensation she could possible make her experience, applying all types of moves to different degrees, whispering all kinds of words that left Tori bewitched and charmed. At this point, there was nothing the brunette could do to combat Kenzie's influence...not that she wanted to. She gave up fighting it, she let herself fall into this deep pit of toxicity as she grew to love and adore the pastel goth, falling into a one-sided relationship where she desperately wanted to receive Kenzie's affection, to serve as the perfect toy and lover for the crazed, petite psycho to enjoy...and Kenzie was there to give her all the crumbs necessary to string her along, with Tori soaking up every bit of minor praise like a woman dying of thirst in the desert stumbling across an oasis...one that always seemed to move out of reach after the first sip, leaving her desperate for more. As Kenzie continued to play with Tori, the brunette would only respond with vague, stammering gibberish and aroused moans, unable to communicate properly as she had been worn out beyond her limit...but a toy being slightly broken doesn't mean that it cannot be played with.

Kenzie would ensure that the brunette was properly tied up in the ropes, rendered helpless and strung up against the cables as the pastel goth looked on with fervent glee, her perverse, psychotic mind in full swing as she tenderly whispered such toxic, manipulative words, further spinning this narrative along like a cruel spider affectionately loving its next meal as it wrapped it up in its webbing to be devoured later. Kenzie would seize control of Tori's lips, dominating her tongue again as Tori fell into another blurred spiral of lust, losing control of herself as she moaned aloud with much more fervent passion than before as Kenzie took ownership of every part of her body and every fiber of her being, having decimated the woman's spirit until there was nothing but rubble left...clay to reshape in her own, twisted image.

Tori would feel Kenzie's hands sliding across her body, her fingers exploring her form with authority as every touch felt like Kenzie declaring that part of Tori as her property, all the way until Kenzie would stop to give Tori her latest tirade about how she was going to drain her dry, taking control over Tori's most sensitive area as she slid her fingers down and began to pump her digits into the woman's pussy, searching around for the right spot...the part of Tori's womanhood that would make her howl with such delight that it would shake the heavens as Kenzie reached deep inside of the brunette to draw out all those sweet juices, looking to collect every last drop from Tori's honeypot as the brunette would moan while her hips began to buck and vibrate uncontrollably!!!

[DropKix]

Kenzie basked in the symphony of torment and surrender spilling from Tori—the ragged gasps, the shattered moans, the incoherent stammers that painted the brunette’s complete unraveling. Each sound was a note, each tremor a beat in a twisted melody composed solely for Kenzie’s pleasure. The pastel goth’s eyes sparkled with manic glee, a perverted maniac savoring the collapse of her victim under her expert touch. “Oh, look at you now, my darling little mess,” Kenzie cooed as she broke the kiss, her lips curling into a wicked grin. Her voice was soft, sugar-laced venom, her words sliding into Tori’s ears like a hypnotic toxin. “You’re not just broken, are you? No, you’ve gone and crumbled into something even more beautiful for me. You’ve given up, and I didn’t even have to ask. Just the way I like it.”

Kenzie leaned in close, her pastel tresses brushing against Tori’s sweat-slicked cheek like a lover’s caress. Her breath was warm and invasive, laced with sweet cruelty as she whispered directly into the brunette’s ear. “There’s no fight left in you, is there? Just a perfect, pliable little toy, desperate for me to finish what I’ve started. And don’t worry, love…” She giggled, the sound sharp and manic, like shards of glass tumbling in the air. “I always finish my art.”

Kenzie’s hand moved with sinister purpose, delving deeper into Tori’s trembling form. Her fingers twisted and curled as they pounded deeper into the Malibu girl's pussy, every movement designed to pull a new wave of helpless cries from her victim. Her touch was an unrelenting invasion, each pump of her digits a declaration of ownership as each thrust coated Kenzie's fingers in a fresh helping of Tori's juices. Kenzie reveled in the wet, slick heat against her hands, her grin widening as she felt Tori’s body on the verge of yielding completely to her. And so Kenzie forced a third finger to slip into the fray, the digit sliding effortlessly past Tori’s slick pussy folds to stretch her even further. Her thumb continued its relentless assault on Tori’s clit, flicking and circling in perfect unison with the pumping rhythm of her other fingers. Kenzie’s lustful eyes glinted with triumph as she felt Tori’s body tremble violently under her command, the brunette’s reactions feeding the pastel goth’s insatiable hunger for control.

“Oh, yes, sweetheart,” Kenzie purred, her voice dripping with fake affection as her free hand found Tori’s thigh, her nails digging into the soft flesh to steady the brunette’s trembling form against the ropes. Her blue eyes never wavered, devouring every quiver, every arch, every desperate gasp that escaped Tori’s lips. “You hear that?” Kenzie taunted, her tone rising with gleeful mockery. “That’s the sound of you falling apart for me. You’re not holding back anymore, are you? No, you need this—need me—more than anything else in your pathetic little life!”