Overcoming Laziness

[Fairy Dragon]

Rianne seemed truly attached to the broken body of Matilda, treating it like a toy she could whatever with, which at this point she mostly was. Matilda was too weak to resist anything the woman wanted after what Mitzi did to them, even if Rianne gave her a chance to fight back the prizefighter had made sure that Matilda's chances of doing that were unlikely, she could barely stay awake. She wasn't sure what else she could want from her uncious body but Rianne seemed to have a plan for it anyway and executed that plan with her own swagger. Standing over Matilda and then gracefully lowering herself until she was right on top of her. Mitzi couldn't help but raise an eye in surprise at what Rianne was doing, sitting neatly on her chest and practically bouncing on the woman's boobs, even leaning on her arm as if she was relaxing and not resting on a warrior's body. She made it look cute too, making it seem like Matilda wasn't the only one Rianne was trying to tease with this display.

"I don't think she'd see it that way, but it does fall under one of those things I'm sure people would pay good money to see regardless of what she thought." Mitzi said, even looking at her phone to see if she'd gotten any contracts for the German. Right now nothing, mostly praise for what Mitzi did and some asking for good pictures of the match itself, the ideas of an untapped market were spinning through her head, and she stepped closer to Rianne and Matilda while she put more time into her thoughts. "Any fancy titles that would go with a pic like this?" Mitzi asked, deciding to amuse herself by seeing what else Rianne had in store for her captured foe.

[Weonna]

Rianne chuckled throatily, enjoying the feel of Matilda's soft breasts cushioning her toned rear. She gave another experimental bounce, delighting in the way the German's flesh jiggled beneath her.

"Hmm, let's see..."

she mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"How about 'The Conqueror's Throne'? Or maybe 'Sitting Pretty on Defeat'?"

Her violet eyes sparkled with mischief as they met Mitzi's gaze.

"Oh! I know - 'Resting Bitch Face'!"

Rianne giggled, glancing down at Matilda's serene expression.

"Got to give credit where credit's due, eh?"

She shifted her weight, grinding her hips in a slow circle against Matilda's chest. The friction sent pleasurable tingles radiating through her body, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

God, this was turning her on more than she'd expected. There was something undeniably erotic about having such complete dominance over another woman - especially one as strong and proud as Matilda.

"You know,"

Rianne drawled, her voice taking on a husky edge,

"I reckon our girl here might appreciate a closer view of me ass~."

Without waiting for a response, she lifted herself slightly and shimmied forward until her pussy hovered directly above Matilda's face. Then, with agonizing slowness, she lowered herself onto the redhead's mouth and nose.

"There we go,"

Rianne cooed, rolling her hips in a sensual figure-eight.

"Nice and intimate, innit?"

She could feel Matilda's warm breath tickling her sensitive flesh, sending electric jolts straight to her core. It took every ounce of self-control not to grind harder, faster - to ride the German's face until she screamed in ecstasy. But no, this was about humiliating Matilda, not pleasuring herself. At least, not yet.

"How's that for a thumbnail?"

Rianne asked, glancing over at Mitzi with a wicked grin.

"Bet the blokes'd pay extra for a glimpse of this, ye?"

Unable to resist any longer, she began to move in earnest - undulating her body in a hypnotic rhythm as she smothered Matilda with her dripping sex. Each roll of her hips brought fresh waves of pleasure crashing through her, building higher and higher until she was panting with need.


"Fuck, that feels good,"

Rianne gasped, losing herself in the sensation.

"Keep... keep snappin', Mitzi. Don't wanna miss a second of this..."

[Fairy Dragon]

Rianne clearly enjoyed dominating for more than just the moment unlike Mitzi. It made sense that she would pay someone for it since it let her live out the fantasies without putting her body through the work. She wished she could get something like that to happen to her for money but knew it wasn't that easy, at least. "Ironically the only time she doesn't look like a bitch is when she's resting." Mitzi said, noticing the Sam look of peace Matilda's ko'ed face had despite it being one of anguish and misery moments before. She wondered if she was having pleasant dreams despite the beating, maybe imagining a scenario where she won instead of what ended up happening. As if. Mitzi was ready to put her phone away until Rianne spoke up again sounding even more excited despite the fun she had already, and then deciding to sit on Matilda's face. Once again Mitzi felt a bang of shock and almost felt like stopping Rianne for some reason, but then she remembered she already paid for the pleasure and that she had reason to defend Matilda's body when she was the reason it was such a mess. But when Rianne was on top she noticed that the woman was really, really enjoying herself grinding herself against Matilda's face. She wondered if the redhead's face was still serene under that ass.

"Sometimes they do, smothers are a fan favorite especially for someone of my size and bulk." Mitzi said, before she noticed the woman getting a little too eager to start grinding. Mitzi raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I've offered what you're thinking of for payment. But I imagine they'd pay double for the sounds you're making." Mitzi said, raising the phone up again and doing what Rianne said, taking pics of Matilda's new humiliation, going from a proud warrior to a seat for someone else, and not even the one who beat her down in the first place. Which really made this more humiliating, and it made her wonder if they actually could sell these.

[Weonna]

Rianne's eyes fluttered shut as she continued her relentless assault on Matilda's unconscious form, lost in the intoxicating blend of power and pleasure coursing through her veins. Mitzi's words barely registered in her lust-addled brain, the promise of financial gain paling in comparison to the sheer euphoria of utter dominance.

"Mmm, yeah..."

she breathed, her hips undulating in a primal rhythm.

"They'd pay top dollar fer this, I bet. Watchin' me use 'er pretty face as me own personal fuckin' throne..."

A sudden surge of arousal ripped through Rianne's body, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. Her muscles clenched and quivered, driving her harder against Matilda's upturned visage. The redhead's hot breath fanned across Rianne's sensitive flesh, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Bloody 'ell, I'm gonna cum all over 'er stupid fuckin' face!"

Rianne gasped, her accent growing thicker with each syllable.

"Make 'er smell like me cunt fer days!"

As if on cue, a powerful orgasm slammed into Rianne like a freight train, ripping a guttural scream from her throat. Her entire body convulsed violently, hips bucking wildly against Matilda's motionless features. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

After what felt like an eternity, Rianne finally slumped forward, collapsing atop of the Barbarian cosplayer. Chest heaving, she struggled to catch her breath, basking in the afterglow of her climax. Slowly, she became aware of Mitzi's presence once more - the steady click of the camera capturing every sordid detail of her debauchery.

"Christ almighty,"

Rianne panted, wiping a sheen of sweat from her brow.

"Tha' was fuckin' incredible."

She turned her head to face Mitzi, a lazy grin spreading across her flushed features.

"Reckon you got some good shots, then? Plenty o' material fer our adorin' public?"

An idea suddenly struck Rianne, and she sat up straighter, ignoring the slight ache in her well-used muscles.

"Oi, Mitz,"

she said, eyes glinting with renewed mischief.

"Wha'cha say we switch places, eh? Let the world see the champ claimin' 'er prize proper-like."

Rianne gestured towards Matilda's limp form, sprawled beneath her like a discarded plaything.

"Go on, then. Take a seat on 'er royal fuckin' highness. Show 'er who's really boss 'round 'ere."

[Fairy Dragon]

The longer that went on the more Rianne seemed to go deep into her own personal world, she stopped talking to Mitzi and seemed to be just...talking And moaning in a way that showed how much she was enjoying her position. She was getting off on the way she could sit and conquer an unconscious powerhouse. "Seems like you're already going to be paying a fortune for the pleasure." Mitzi said, watching the woman get heated, and even announce that a climax was coming before it actually happened. Mitzi was shocked, she felt something was coming but it was so sudden after the facesit, she'd seen woman take much more before a climax happened. She blinked but she didn't stop clicking and checking the phone to make sure she was getting all of this, mostly because she knew Rianne might be upset if she didn't. It was a shock to see, watching this woman who came in calm and admiring her work to extremely active and almost out of breathe after that climax, Matilda would be mortified if she ever found out about any of this.

"It might not be enough to show all that's happening but good enough that you'll enjoy what I did since you'll know for sure." Mitzi said, almost considering showing her the pics and letting her be the judge of them until Rianne made a new offer...wanting her to sit on Matilda now. "As I said before, I get paid plenty for smothers sometimes but no one's offering right now...unless you are." Mitzi said, figuring that she was...and if she wasn't she already had the card and could charge as if she did anyway. She moved in and would stand next to the unconscious Matilda checking her face to make sure she was getting some air after Rianne got off her, and once she was sure she was would slowly move her rear above her and and drop it down on her face, making almost the exact same pose she did when she hit the Banzai drop in the match, although back then it was on Matilda's body, and she slammed herself on top of her, right now her rear was right on Matilda's face and almost completely hid it from view, only the body beside her and the redheads pretty hair sticking out told you what Mitzi was sitting on.

[Weonna]

Rianne watched in rapt fascination as Mitzi positioned herself above Matilda's prone form. The sight of the powerful woman looming over her defeated rival sent a fresh shiver of arousal coursing through Rianne's veins, igniting a hunger that refused to be sated.

As Mitzi lowered herself onto Matilda's face, obscuring the redhead's features beneath her ample posterior, Rianne couldn't help but let out a low whistle of appreciation.

"Bloody 'ell, Mitz,"

she breathed, her voice thick with admiration.

"Tha's a sight fer sore eyes, innit? You look fuckin' great."

She circled around the pair, drinking in every salacious detail - the subtle rise and fall of the German's chest as she drew shallow breaths, the sheer dominance radiating from Mitzi's triumphant posture. It was intoxicating, and Rianne found herself growing wet all over again.

"Go on then, give 'er a proper smother,"

Rianne urged, her voice husky with desire.

Meanwhile, lost in the depths of unconsciousness, Matilda remained blissfully unaware of the indignities being visited upon her body. Her mind drifted through a hazy dreamscape, conjuring images of victories long past and fantasies yet to be realized. In this realm of imagination, she stood tall and proud, her crimson locks billowing behind her like a battle standard.

But even here, in the sanctuary of her own subconscious, Matilda couldn't escape the sensation of warmth pressing against her face. It started as a gentle heat, like the kiss of sunlight on a summer's day. Gradually, however, it intensified - becoming more insistent, more oppressive. A vague sense of unease began to creep into Matilda's dreams, tainting them with an undercurrent of discomfort.

Back in reality, Mitzi shifted her weight slightly, settling more firmly onto Matilda's features. The movement elicited a soft groan from somewhere deep within the unconscious woman's throat, a sound that sent a thrill straight to Rianne's core.

"Fuck me sideways,"

Rianne gasped, her hand straying between her legs almost of its own accord.

"Tha's so fuckin' 'ot, Mitz. Keep goin', love. Give 'er everything ya got."

[Fairy Dragon]

This was going to be added to the bill, she wasn't sure how much yet but something had to be added for the way this was going. Rianne probably wouldn't mind either since she was clearly please beyond belief to be witnessing this herself. Mitzi sitting on top of the fighter she broke in dominant fashion in the ring not even a few hours ago, her body still ravaged from the battle. Mitzi's rear would shake around on top of Matilda's pretty face leaving it almost completely hidden if not for her hair laying on the floor. An amazing sight to behold and one that seemed to be making Rianne's heart spin and shoot out of her chest from how much she was enjoying it. Mitzi almost found it amusing by itself just to watch her, but then she started to shift herself around and get into different positions to not only make herself more comfortable but also see which way she could sit down and get a better reaction out of Rianne.

"I might crush her if I gave her everything." Mitzi said, staying seated but turning around so that she was facing Matilda's body, placing her knees down to rest a little better while her rear stayed on her face she observed that broken little body for any signs of a reaction, any way to tell if sweet Matilda knew what she was enduring. Her hand reached out to Matilda's chest and gave it a slight tap...then it reached over to her abs and gave that a slightly firmer tap, testing the body for any signs of life that Matilda couldn't say at the moment.

[Weonna]

Rianne's breath caught in her throat as she watched Mitzi maneuver herself atop Matilda's prone form, the sight of the woman's voluptuous curves shifting and swaying sending waves of arousal crashing through her body.

As Mitzi turned to face Matilda's battered body, Rianne couldn't help but admire the sheer power and grace with which she carried herself. There was something undeniably erotic about the way Mitzi took command of the situation, asserting her dominance over her fallen opponent with such casual ease. Rianne found herself growing increasingly lightheaded, drunk on the heady cocktail of lust and admiration coursing through her veins.

When Mitzi's hand reached out to tap lightly at Matilda's chest, Rianne held her breath, eyes locked onto the point of contact as if willing some response from the unconscious woman. And then, as if in answer to her silent prayer, Matilda's body twitched ever so slightly, a faint shudder rippling through her torso.

"Did ya see tha'?"

Rianne gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

"She moved, Mitz! Fuckin' hell, she actually moved!"

[Fairy Dragon]

Mitzi didn't really do much sensual stuff, people liked to see that but she came from underground leagues. Most of her clientele liked the violence and the display of dominance that was more physical than sexual. But she knew how to do it, and since she came to LAW she got more people into the softcore stuff, and it seemed Rianne was into things even a little deeper than that. She was observing everything with a eye that refused to miss any details and took in every little touch from Mitzi. However since Mitzi was focused on keeping her seat warm she wasn't aware of any movement from Matilda even when Rianne started to scream at her that she saw it.

Mitzi looked down and then shook her rear to try and test it out herself and feel if she got any reactions, but then she figured she had an easy way to see if Matilda could move at all. She raised a fist and then throw down a hard punch to Matilda's stomach then would lean back so that if Matilda jerked at all her face would be buried under her ass. "That true Matilda? Did you move?" Mitzi asked, teasing her unconscious foe one more time.

[Weonna]

Mitzi's fist connected with Matilda's stomach with a dull thud, the impact reverberating through the redhead's battered body like a shockwave. For a moment, nothing happened - Matilda lay perfectly still, her face buried beneath Mitzi's ample rear, seemingly oblivious to the world around her.

But then, slowly, deliberately, Matilda's body began to stir. Her back arched slightly, muscles tensing as if straining against some invisible force. A muffled groan escaped her lips, the sound barely audible beneath the suffocating pressure of Mitzi's derriere.

Matilda's muffled groans grew louder as Mitzi's weight bore down on her face, her struggles becoming more frantic with each passing second. Desperate for air, she thrashed her head from side to side, but to no avail - Mitzi's perfect ass remained firmly planted on her mouth and nose, smothering her with its soft, suffocating flesh.

"Mmmph! Gckk! Mmmm!"

Matilda's cries were barely intelligible, her voice strangled by the relentless pressure of Mitzi's rear. Panic began to set in as the oxygen in her lungs dwindled, her chest heaving with the effort of breathing.
In a final, desperate bid for freedom, Matilda bucked her hips upward, her entire body convulsing as she fought against Mitzi's iron grip. But her efforts were futile...

"Nnngh! Hmmm! Mmmmm!"

The sounds coming from beneath Mitzi's cheeks were now little more than garbled whimpers, Matilda's strength fading rapidly as the lack of oxygen took its toll. Her limbs twitched weakly, her powerful muscles reduced to trembling jelly.