Loser's Night! Audrey vs Ivan

[MR. Q]

Ignoring Audrey's pathetic struggles, Ivan maintained a punishing pace, using her helpless body like a cheap fucktoy. His eyes darted hungrily over the crowd, taking in the sight of dozens of men stroking themselves to the sight of Audrey's degradation.

"Look at them," Ivan taunted breathlessly, angling Audrey's torso to maximize her exposure. "They all want a piece of this pretty pussy. Would you like that, Audrey? To have dozens of strangers mark you as their bitch?"

Ivan's filthy words were punctuated by a particularly brutal thrust, driving a cry from Audrey's raw throat. The barricade shook violently beneath them, the metal singing in protest of Ivan's forceful rutting.

"Yes," Ivan growled, picking up speed as he neared his peak once more. "You'd fucking love it, wouldn't you? To be violated by a hundred men, left drenched in their cum..."

Suddenly, Ivan slammed himself to the hilt inside Audrey, roaring as he erupted deep within her. Wave after wave of hot seed painted Audrey's inner walls, filling her to the brim.

Pulling Audrey's head back by her damp, mussed hair, Ivan forced her to meet his predatory gaze. His other hand still gripped her hip, keeping her impaled on his twitching cock.

"You heard me," Ivan sneered, twisting the locks painfully for emphasis. "Which is it? My cock, or theirs?"

He gestured to the dozens of erect members pointed in Audrey's direction, the men stroking themselves more urgently now that Ivan had paused. Audrey whimpered, overwhelmed by the depravity of the situation.

"Scream it, beg for it," Ivan demanded, pumping his hips lazily and causing Audrey to mewl in pained pleasure. "If you can convince me that my cock reigns supreme, I might consider finishing with you here and now. Otherwise..."

Ivan left the threat hanging ominously, the message clear - the alternative involved an audience far more vast than she can handle.

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Every time Audrey felt like her humiliation couldn't possibly be worse, Ivan somehow knew exactly what to say to dig her pit of despair just a little bit deeper. Fucking her outside the ring, within groping distance of the spectators, bending her to ensure she was showing off as much exposed skin as possible, none of it was enough for him; he just had to go and plant the mental image in her brain of the men in the crowd taking turns painting her insides! He wouldn't go that far, would he? He couldn't, it had to be against... some rule...

Alongside the taunting, he fucked her relentlessly, like this was his last meal. A particularly violent, punctuating thrust drew a sharp yelp of pain, more a scream than the rest of the sobs the defeated redhead had been letting out to this point. Not that crying had been helping her; he'd proven long ago that her suffering was what kept him going.

Ivan's idea of dirty talk seemed to be doing more than just degrading his opponent; his speed picked up again until finally, with one guttural groan and another brutal thrust that forced Audrey to take him in his entirety, he let another steady burst of seed erupt into her ravaged insides! Audrey's cries intensified as she felt his warmth once again heat her up from the waist down, her body unable to contain the massive amounts of juices he was pumping into her and sending large globs of it dripping down her thighs. Her body trembled, a combination of her heaving sobs and an involuntary orgasm she was forced into.

How her body still managed to reach climax in this state, she had no idea. How Ivan was still going, was an even bigger mystery. Audrey could only pray at this point that he was finished with her... How many times more could he possibly cum? He couldn't keep it up forever... could he?

She squealed as he gripped her by the hair, forcing her to angle her vision into his eyes. Her chest heaved as she panted for breath, tired and aching and uncomfortably bent over the metal barricade. But he hadn't pulled out. Panic began to set in. He simply held her there, his fully erect cock still holding her in place by the insides. Had he finished yet? She couldn't tell. She was still oozing from the filling he just gave her, whether it was done yet or not.

And then he showed her why. His movements were slow and lazy, but she was sensitive, so very sensitive after the repeated savage poundings, and he was still so deep inside, deep enough that even those lazy motions made her mouth whimper and her body twitch in terrified anticipation. He'd well and truly claimed her now, so well in fact that he needn't even restrain her; so long as she was impaled on him, she wasn't going anywhere, trapped as though chained to a wall.

"N-no..." she begged, although she wasn't sure what she was begging for at this point. Her sobs made speaking difficult. And apparently, she had forgotten the conditions of the match altogether. "Please... j-just finish it..."

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"Finish what?" Ivan mocked cruelly, enjoying Audrey's utter despair. He continued his slow, teasing thrusts, the friction stoking Audrey's nerve endings to hypersensitivity. Her feeble protests only served to inflame his sadistic desires.

With a sudden, violent motion, Ivan grabbed Audrey's legs and lifted her clear off the ground, folding her body in half like a living pretzel. Her legs bent over her head, allowing Ivan to bury himself even deeper inside her resisting core.

"No, you finish it!" Ivan snarled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. His arms wrapped around Audrey's torso, pinning her helplessly against his chest as he fucked her in the most obscene full nelson position imaginable.

The crowd went wild at the sight, cheering as Ivan displayed Audrey's total submission. The perverts in the front row edged themselves even harder, drooling over the sight of Ivan utterly dominating his opponent.

"Tell me how much you want my cock," Ivan demanded harshly, sweat glistening on his straining muscles as he used Audrey like a human masturbation toy. "Scream it, slut!"

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By this point, Audrey was at her wits end. This had been, without a doubt, the most intense, brutal, ultimate humiliation she'd experienced in a match, completely, ruthlessly dominated from the beginning. Her every limb ached from exhaustion, and her legs were stained with their combined juices repeatedly sliding down them. She screamed her throat raw, now mostly reduced to helpless sobs - although the occasional sharp thrust still forced a wail from her lungs.

And Ivan wasn't done; he lifted her legs, still somehow managing to find an even easier position to invade her inner depths from! She cried again, body trembling from both the strain of her new position and the continued pounding abuse.

Even though the intense over-stimulation, her body responded to his intrusion. She was hyper-aware of his every movement inside her, could feel every twitch, all the friction against her walls. She'd been filled and stuffed so many times she lost count, but the thought, the anticipation of just one more terrified her as bad as if she was enduring the very first. Ivan's unnatural stamina had defeated her before she'd began.

And she could take it no longer. Audrey was no stranger to being turned into her opponents' living sex doll in the ring, but no matter how long they'd used and abused her, they'd always ended up needing to rest. And even though the losses, Audrey had, slowly but surely, been building up her own stamina, too. Sure, most times that only meant she was less tired after her role as a plaything ended than she used to be, but it was still progress of a sort. But now, with Ivan having unloaded into her enough for ten men in one session, Audrey was desperate enough to do the one thing she swore she'd never do: beg.

"P-plea...! Ngh! Please, Ivan, I- Aaaah! Please g-give...! Ughh!! Fill me!"

Her voice strained to be heard, her attempts at intentional screaming hindered by her sore throat and crying sobs, but she choked out the request and prayed he would finish her off!

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A cruel smirk spread across Ivan's face as Audrey's desperate pleas filled the air. He relished the power he held over her broken form, the knowledge that she would beg so pitifully for his cock.

"My cock, huh?" Ivan taunted, punctuating each word with a vicious thrust that seemed to shake Audrey's entire body. "Say it like you mean it!"

He twisted his hips, grinding deep inside Audrey's battered core, ensuring she felt every hard inch of him stretching her walls. The crowd cheered raucously, spurred on by Audrey's debased begging.

"Yes!" Ivan roared, slamming himself to the hilt once more. His fingers dug into Audrey's flesh hard enough to bruise as his thrusts became erratic. "Take it all!"

While Ivan was busy ruthlessly claiming Audrey once again, the referee moved closer to the depraved scene, raising his microphone.

"Audrey," the ref shouted to be heard over the frenzied crowd, "is your condition critical? Can you continue this match? Answer clearly."

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If Audrey had been hoping her pleading would make Ivan go easy on her, she'd been mistaken. He'd only wanted to hear her ask for the pounding he was already giving to her, just to humiliate her that much further. He punctuated his every word with pointed, deliberately intense thrusts, causing Audrey to scream and cry further with every one. He twisted his hips, clearly trying to ensure she felt every motion of his cock inside her.

And feel him she did! Her inner flesh obeyed him without question, stretching to make room for his cock and the stuffing he filled her with, wrapping tightly around it with every entry. Her crying became more desperate, more ashamed.

"Yes! Take it all!"

"Nnngh!!! Ahhh!! Nyyyaaaaaaahhhh!!!"

The momentary prick of pain in her arms as Ivan's grip became iron was nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling of his cock sheathing fully inside her once more. Audrey had no choice but to accept all of him into her, just as he demanded; her body was his to command, to control, to enjoy!

Audrey did not recognize salvation immediately. The ref was a black and white blur in her tear-soaked eyes, but with microphone in hand, his words were loud enough to drown out both the raving audience and her own crying. And Audrey's response, as the match conditions finally reasserted themselves in her memory, remained as loud as her crying screams as she answered, her voice trembling as intensely as her body in response to the never-ending thrusting: "Yuh- I give! I GIVE! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP, I G- NNNGGHHH!!! I GIIII-IIIIIVE!"

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"Damn straight you give!" Ivan snarled triumphantly, driving into Audrey one last time with bone-rattling force. With a feral roar, he finally unleashed his release inside her, painting her insides white once more with his thick, potent seed.

At the referee's declaration, Ivan allowed Audrey to slump bonelessly over the barricade, their connection finally severed. He turned to face the roaring crowd, arms spread wide as he basked in his victory. Sweat and fluids ran down his muscular form, a picture of primal male dominance.

The bell rings, signaling his victory.

As Audrey lay limp and defeated, dozens of fans surged forward, jostling for position to grope at her prone form. Fortunately, Ivan was there to save her from any enthusiastic fans, pulling her up and hugging her close with one arm.

"Looks like the night is far from over," Ivan said with wicked glee, wiping a sweaty lock of crimson hair from his brow. "You and me. In the showers."

Without letting her have a word in, he dragged her off the arena into the backstage.

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"N-no! I-I give, please, please! Don't, s-sto- Ngggghhh-aaaaaaahhhh!!"

Despite surrendering, Ivan continued to rail the redhead - as was his right, up until the bell rang. And the bell, of course, would not come before Ivan. Audrey's desperate pleas were cut off by her cry as her declaration of submission pushed Ivan over the edge, filling her one final time with his warm seed.

Audrey felt him finally pull out - only after he was finished, of course - and she almost immediately crumpled into the barricade, slumping weakly over it as she fought gravity to keep from pulling her to the ground. She'd heard of girls being pounded so hard they couldn't walk properly afterwards, but she had no doubts this would be the first time she'd experience it firsthand...

A hand reached over her head to grip and squeeze her breast, drawing out yet another whimper. It wasn't until she felt her body being shifted like a rag doll and held close against Ivan's own that she realized it had not been him who groped her this time, but one of the audience in the front row. But Audrey offered him no appreciation, however; not after what he just put her through.

And what he still intended to put her through, apparently! Before she could even respond, Ivan was carrying her out of the ring towards the showers. Not that Audrey could even consider responding; her brain had just remembered what was on the line in this match. Ivan could now legally use her however he pleased for as long as he pleased, and with the PoW portion, she had to comply. (Not that she could resist even if she had the energy; the ease with which he dominated her in the ring put any thought of that to rest.)

Audrey remained still, too tired to even move her feet, as Ivan literally dragged her backstage, finally out of view of the audience, and into the showers. The hot water burned at first, but at the very least, it began to wash what remained of his seed off her face and chest as she simply lay there on the floor, eyes closed, allowing the water to run over her body.

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Ivan smirked as he watched Audrey slump in his arms, her body completely spent from his relentless abuse. He relished the opportunity to continue defiling her, his cock already beginning to stir again at the thought.

Once in the privacy of the shower area, Ivan wasted no time in rolling Audrey onto her stomach. With a low grunt, he positioned himself between her thighs, admiring the sight of her perfect ass cheeks rising enticingly in the air.

"I'm nowhere near done with you yet," Ivan growled possessively, grabbing Audrey's hips with a bruising grip. With a single powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her dripping hole, drawing a hoarse gasp from Audrey's lips.

"You're mine now," Ivan rumbled with satisfaction, beginning to rut into her with slow, purposeful strokes. "Mine to fuck whenever I want."

His eyes wandered around the shower room, landing on the curious glances thrown their way by some of the other female wrestlers who occupied the space. An evil grin spread across his face as he made a snap decision.

With a strong arm, Ivan hauled Audrey to her feet, pressing her breasts flush against the cold glass wall separating the stall and females in the shower area. This provided a perfect display of Audrey being mounted doggy style for anyone inside to see.

"What's wrong, baby? Can't take it anymore?" Ivan taunted loudly, his words easily carrying through the glass.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Audrey did not resist as she was rolled onto her stomach on the cold tile. The coolness of it helped to soothe her warm, sweaty body and the hot water pouring down from above. She was too tired to register Ivan positioning himself behind her until he spoke up. And even then, she was delayed in processing his words... until the familiar feeling of insertion snapped her awake, drawing out a stunned gasp from the redhead! He penetrated her fully with one strong thrust, displacing the seed still held inside her and sending it down her thigh.

Again, Audrey squirmed weakly as he pumped into her, slowly and deliberately, but her palms slipped on the wet tile, and exhaustion quickly reasserted itself, her will to resist slipping away entirely. Her body bobbed along the tile, shoved forward by Ivan's thrust and pulled backwards every time he retreated to build up another thrust. Her sensitive folds continued to react to his shaft, sending jolts of agonizing pleasure throughout her every nerve.

"You're mine now. Mine to fuck whenever I want."

The redhead yelped and began crying again, her tears quickly washed away by the shower water, as she realized she was in for a long, long night.

The cold tile vanished and for a moment the world was spinning. When it halted, she found herself pressed tightly against the glass, her breasts squished as flat as they would go as Ivan pressed himself into her, pinning her there. Blurry faces of other women in the room and one hidden behind a cell phone camera barely registered in her consciousness, her vision tinged with blackness around the edges.

"What's wrong, baby? Can't take it anymore?"

Ivan's last words drew one final whimper from the redhead, and she once again felt a warmth erupt inside her, far warmer than the shower water. Her own whimper was the final sound she heard before she passed out entirely.


Thread end.
Winner: Ivan by sexual submission.