Cursed Gold (for Parker)

[Misfit_Alien]

Carmelita De Leon, the Orchard of Gold...the crown jewel of professional wrestling...an absolute QUEEN in and outside of the ring. Today, she decided to grace the gym's hallways with her presence, deciding to meet the sweat-soaked commonwealth on their grounds to demonstrate just how much better she was than all of them combined. The deluded Spaniard would have been thoroughly squashed for running her mouth to the gymgoers looking to get a workout in WITHOUT having some arrogant, tan-skinned woman talk their ear off, but they mostly tuned her out. Fortunately for them, Carmelita's attention was set on something far bigger.

As the sound of a body hitting the canvas rang out in the corner of the gym, an unusual sight was unfolding. This time, it wasn't Carmelita who was left in a sweaty heap in the center of the ring. This time around, she was actually 'winning' a fight. Well, kind of...

Spoiler

"Ohohoho!!!! Taken another spill, have we?" She said, taunting her 'sparring partner' after nailing her with a rather half-assed suplex. Although to Carmelita, she basically performed it without a hitch, even if to an outside observer, she struggled to lift the plump-bodied woman that she had left lying in the ring, gasping for air and slick with sweat after dealing with the eager and debaucherous exploits of a power-hungry Carmelita for about ten minutes or so now.

See, Carmelita was such a generous individual. She was the type of woman to bring along a 'friend' of sorts with her to the gym, someone she could teach and mold into a much better wrestler through rigorous means of total domination between the ropes. Diamonds are formed through pressure, and the lavish Spanish beauty was applying a LOT of pressure through various submissions and several slams, treating her doughy-figured opponent as easy pickings while harping on about how she was training her on how to get back up after taking a nasty hit or two...despite being far more frail than most others by comparison. "No, no, no, my little plaything...you flopped against the canvas all wrong. Let's try that AGAIN, shall we? From the top~..." She said, her voice dripping with a bratty amount of glee as her honey-soaked words rang out. She gripped the poor woman's hair, dragging her back to her feet before managing to muscle her up for a half-assed German Suplex, slamming the woman back into the canvas.

To the bronze-skinned, sun-kissed Spanish beauty, this was the delight of a lifetime, something she always reveled in whenever she got the chance. For Carmelita, her ego knew no bounds, even as she continued to freely pulverize the pudgy gal she had brought along for the day. Watching her chubby, thick figure shake and jostle brought Carmelita such fulfillment. Big gals like this were her absolute favorites, especially when she got a chance to crush them. Nothing felt better than to be on top, as every second she spent living out her deluded fantasy, her ego grew stronger and stronger. To make matters worse, her unyielding pride and otherworldly level of arrogance left her in a deeper state of delusion. Where some might see this as a cheap thrill to make herself look better, Carmelita was simply blessing some random no-name with a rare opportunity to share the ring with her. To the rich, bratty Spaniard, she wasn't paying some random jobber to be her personal training dummy. No, no, she was offering a young and untalented rookie a bit of 'guidance' in the form of a one-on-one sparring session in which they'd be handsomely rewarded for their efforts, however futile~

"Come now, darling...don't tell me you've gone and given up already. Ah, who am I kidding? I suppose it's to be expected. After all, you're being dominated by the greatest wrestler ever, yours truly, the gilded glamorous goddess herself~...Still, for as much as I'm paying you by the hour, I expect my 'training partner' to be a little more durable. Otherwise, how will you EVER learn and grow? I'm blessing you with QUITE the opportunity, so I expect you to make the most of it by not wasting my time." She said, dragging the gal back up to her feet and propping her up in the corner. She grabbed at the woman's belly, squeezing and kneading it within her hands. "Look at you, my juicy little morsel~...A perfect 'training partner' for me to savor~...and savor I shall~" She said, kissing the woman's neck while massaging her sides and grinding her body against her opponent's. "That's right, nice and helpless...You know your place, don't you~?" She whispered. "To even share the ring with me must be a dream come true...but to become my plaything, ohoho...you must be in HEAVEN right now~..."

[Parker]

’s body hit the mat with a dull thud, arms splaying wide as she wheezed for breath. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, ragged motions, sweat making her bangs cling messily to her flushed cheeks. She’d long since stopped counting the number of times Carmelita had tossed her, twisted her into knots, or forced a submission tap from her, it had blurred into one long cycle of pain and humiliation, punctuated by the Spaniard’s smug commentary.

Still, the money was good. Damn good. Better than anything Connie’s stumbled-through, middling career had ever paid her. And so she lay there for a beat, groaning softly, before trying to get herself up on shaky arms. She adjusted the strap of her gear where it had slipped off her shoulder, tugging her disheveled top back into place, and forced her legs to hold steady as she took a knee.

“O-ow ow-ow!” She cried out as Carmelita knotted her fingers into her hair, yanking roughly on her braid to pull her upright again long before she was ready. “I’m not… ugh…” She muttered to herself on shaky legs as Carmelita slipped behind her, struggling to cinch arms around her waist. Connie just slummed there and braced for what was coming when she was slowly and slopily thrown backwards to come crashing down on her shoulders.

It took a good level of coaxing to bring her back up and ease her into the corner. Connie’s weight slumped against it, arms draped across the ropes. She tried not to wince when Carmelita’s hands groped at her stomach, kneading the soft flesh like she was testing a melon at a market. A shiver ran up her spine when lips brushed her neck, but she bit it back with a sharp breath through her nose. She wasn’t here to complain, not when every dollar counted.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as Carmelita whispered, her words sugar-coated and cutting all at once. Nice and helpless… plaything… heaven… Connie swallowed hard, jaw tight, before finally forcing a small, hoarse laugh through her lips.

So exhausted from being up and down the ring, but even with her shoulders slumped and her legs trembling, there was still a flicker in Connie’s eyes, half defiance, half desperation, as though she hadn’t entirely given up the idea of proving herself, even as Carmelita treated her like a chew toy. Connie reached out, trying to put her hands on Carmelita’s shoulders and give the woman a shove, mustering the little strength she had left to actually put up resistance.

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From the far side of the gym,

lingered like a shadow draped across a bench beside the yoga mats, golden eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding a bit away from her. She’d come here with every intent of minding her business, scoping out the place, have a little jog, and find some potential new opponents to request for booking. But instead, she’d been entertained by a show all for herself.

Carmelita, dark a beautiful with an ego larger than the ring, tossing her poor partner about like a ragdoll. And Connie, the plump little lamb, sweating, trembling, yet still trying to stand on shaky legs despite being ground into the canvas again and again. It was less a spar and more a one-sided beating, and Aura found herself smirking at the absurdity…and the allure.

When Carmelita pressed herself into Connie, hands roaming, lips grazing, Aura tilted her head, crimson hair spilling across one cheek. A soft hum escaped her throat, low and knowing. She’d thought about stepping in, breaking up the charade, maybe even giving the Spaniard a proper taste of resistance. But no, watching was far too delicious. The way Connie’s body wilted and then, suddenly, flared with one tiny spark of defiance as she reached to shove back…ah, that was the sweetest part.

“Mm,” Aura purred to herself, voice lilting in her Irish cadence. “The wee lamb’s still got some bite, after all…”

Her smirk deepened as she settled her chin on her hand, eyes glittering with heat and mischief.

[Misfit_Alien]

"Ohhh? Resistant, are we? Good, that's very good...my sweet little morsel, my beloved little dummy...fight all you like, I'll still be victorious no matter what you do. I'm simply better, stronger, and faster...you haven't a prayer in heaven of overcoming me, and yet-...ahhh, it's so sweet to see you TRY." She said, the shove only exciting her further as Connie's meager and exhausted effort only bolstered Carmelita's deluded ego, making her feel practically invincible as whatever the pudgy woman tried, it would be fruitless before the overwhelming might and stature of the Spanish woman's domineering magnificence.

With her desire kicked up a notch, Carmelita decided to really indulge herself, stepping toward Connie again to shove and bully her with her chest and body, pinning her to the corner for a moment, grinding all over her before pulling Connie in for a deep kiss, her hands reaching down to grip that curvy, plump butt in her palms, rubbing and squeezing them, letting all that softness jostle between her fingertips. "Such a good, good girl~..." She said, breaking the kiss to speak yet again, loving the sound of her own voice as much as she loved dominating Connie, a trail of saliva connecting their lips.

"But alas-...such defiance deserves punishment~..." She said, burying her knee into Connie's stomach to make her bend over. Once she did so, the brunette would have her face stuffed between Carmelita's thighs, brushing up against her pelvis. "Enjoy this feeling, ohhh savor the sensation of being so close to my forbidden fruit~...because a sinner like you is in for a world of pain for trying to defy your glorious, gilded goddess~..." She commented, grabbing hold of Connie's ass, squeezing it and spanking it a little before snagging her trunks by the bottom, YANKING them upward it started to ride up on the woman's hips, exposing those pudgy cheeks of hers while giving her a tight wedgie. Then, in almost the same breath, Carmelita would tilt herself backward, dragging Connie down with her for a Snap Piledriver, spiking the woman head-first onto the canvas!!!

Spoiler

Afterward, Carmelita would set Connie flat on her back, straddling over her face and laying her bronze hips across her mouth and nose, settling in nice and firm as she used Connie's face as a cushion for her rear, grabbing hold of the woman's thick thigh and yanking it back for a very sensual facesitting pin, using her free hand to slap the mat for the count, making sure to make it nice and slow so that Connie could have some time to think about the position she was in, to stew in this scenario...buried beneath Carmelita's juicy peach while the Spaniard pinned her once again.

"1...!!!"

"2...!!!"

And just as Carmelita was about to do the third count, she released Connie's leg, breaking the pin intentionally and acting as if the woman kicked out, playing it up for the imaginary crowd they were wrestling in front of...unaware that they did indeed have a spectator watching them from afar...but Carmelita was so absorbed in her fantasy, that Aura could've been at ringside and she wouldn't have noticed her presence. No, her focus was SOLELY on Connie...

"My, oh, my!!! Look at you, kicking out JUST in time~..." She said teasingly. "You must want MORE, don't you? Such a naughty, dirty, LUSTFUL little jobber you are...wanting this match to continue so you can not only learn more but experience true bliss by being my little toy for even longer. Oh, you spoil me, Connie~..."

As her opponent shook and trembled, Carmelita would roll Connie back over into the corner, watching with lustful eyes as every bit of the woman's flabby figure jiggled in JUST the right way, delighting the Spaniard even further. However, Carmelita was far from finished, having propped Connie against the turnbuckle in a seated position. She'd tilt Connie's head up, making sure she could see what was about to come her way as she gave her own hips a little spank before strutting away, every sway and tilt of her hips designed to captivate Connie before Carmelita came RUSHING back to SMACK the woman in the face with a Hip Attack, only to follow it up with an even more embarrassing Stinkface, wanting to smother and bury the cute pudgy gal beneath her hips!!!

Spoiler

[Parker]

Despite the difference in their size, when Carmelita came strutting back to the corner and shoved back, Connie folded to the pressure with a groan. The turn buckles creaked as her weight bore into them, soon joined by the lighter woman mashing her lith frame up against the helpless jobber. Connie attempted to protest when the Spanish beauty locked lips with her. She squirmed in their embrace, a soft whimpering moan muffled by the smaller woman having her way. The brunette’s struggling slowly faded as she guilty soaked in the affection, loving the touch of this woman in this moment. When they parted all Vonie could do was stare dreamily, slack jawed.

“Oof!” She buckled as the knee buried itself into her soft belly, meeting no solid resistance. Doubled over she was pulled in between Carmelita’s long legs, dazed until the sharp crack upon her backside made her yelp. She squirmed and struggled, but when her shorts were tugged hard, her legs were forced to straighten with the sudden way the fabric rode up between her thighs which elicited another, unintentional moan.

Then they came down hard.Connie’s head rang after the piledriver, her body folding limply to the mat. She could feel the heat radiating off Carmelita’s bronzed frame as the self-proclaimed goddess straddled her face, her thick thighs closing in like a velvet vice. Connie’s muffled groan vibrated against the Spaniard’s hips, her nose and lips buried as her world dimmed under that humiliating smother.

Her arms flailed, hands pawing weakly at Carmelita’s waist, but the pin was tight, suffocating. When the count reached two, Connie bucked her hipsweaky, unable to even get a shoulder off the mat with the other womans weight on top of her. She let out a hot ragged breath of defeat as her body went slack with exhaustion, giving in to Carmelita’s whims and accepting defeat… but the third count never

“Ngh…” Connie gasped under her breath, chest heaving, strands of hair plastered to her sweaty cheeks. She tried to turn over, crawl helplessly away, dragging herself toward the ropes for sanctuary, but Carmelita’s grip found her again, hauling her deadweight back into the corner.

“No- s-stop!” Connie protested, planting her feet against the mat, trying to push back, her thighs quivering with the effort. But Carmelita’s strength and sheer force of will were undeniable when matched to the jobber’s fatigue. The pudgy rookie was slumped into the turnbuckles, her body jiggling under every rough tug. Her arms draped over the ropes as if they were the only thing holding her upright.

Her violet fluttered open just in time to see Carmelita strut away, hips swaying, playing to an invisible crowd “Wait ..” Connie started, her voice trembling, one hand half-raised as though she could ward off what was coming.

Impact. Carmelita’s hip smashed against her face, the shock rattling her skull against the padding. Connie groaned as she slumped, dazed. Before she could even blink the stars away, Carmelita was grinding her backside against her, burying Connie beneath a stinkface.

Her muffled cries came out in broken bursts, legs kicking against the mat, hands shoving at Carmelita’s thighs. She squirmed desperately, twisting her face aside to catch a breath of air, only to be swallowed up again by the Spaniard’s domineering hips. The humiliation burned worse than the pain, her body trembling beneath the weight, every bit of resistance she scraped together smothered under Carmelita’s golden ego.

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Aura crept low along the edge of the gym, golden eyes glinting faintly in the dim light, her crimson hair brushing the floor as she ducked behind a row of benches. Every sway of Carmelita’s hips in the ring tugged at her attention, but Aura kept focused on her little scheme. Her steps were noiseless, smoke on the wind, until she reached the corner where the women had stashed their gym bags.

She crouched low, slipping a pale hand into her hair where two tiny vials had been tucked all this time, hidden in the tumble of her scarlet locks. One shimmered pink, the other dark as ink. With a sly smirk curling her lips, Aura plucked them free.
There, two bottles. Connie’s was simple, plastic, unassuming. Carmelita’s stood out instantly: sleek metal, polished with elaborate golden etchings befitting her gaudy pride. Aura’s smirk widened as she worked.

First, she popped both lids and tapped a few drops of the pink brew inside both. That would keep things playful, warmth in their veins, a haze that pulled everything a little closer to the skin. But Carmelita? Oh, she got a touch more. Aura tilted the black vial and… One drop, two, three, then several more, tapped in with deliberate malice. Enough to fog her senses, dull her edge, make her stumble just enough to give the match a different flavor…

“Drink deep, darling,” Aura whispered under her breath, her lilt curling like velvet.

She closed each bottle carefully, setting them back exactly as they were, then slinked away, hips rolling like a phantom on the prowl. Retreating into shadow, she coiled herself back into her vantage point, chin perched on her hand, practically giddy with excitement. Watching the overblown queen strut now, Aura’s grin only grew sharper. Soon Carmelita’s spry steps would turn sluggish, her bravado dulled, and that would make watching her little squash game so much sweeter.

[Misfit_Alien]

Carmelita would peel her hips off Connie's face, allowing the woman to breathe air untainted by the Spaniard's sweat-soaked scent...that intoxicating, damp, salty-yet-sweet smell replaced by the freshness of the gym's airflow. Carmelita grabbed Connie by her braid and dragged her toward the center of the ring, laying her down on her back and hooking her leg, cupping the woman's ass with her palm, squeezing it nicely while caressing her flabby thigh, kissing the inner part of it while pinning her. "1...2...3~..." She said, posturing over Connie as she stood up, posing as if she just won a championship title, soaking in her own ego.

"Alright, my dear little morsel~...feel free to take five...hydrate yourself, but don't be surprised when you can't wash down the taste of this divine figure...nor should you desire to." Carmelita said, leaving the ring and heading toward the spot where they stashed their gym bags, waltzing off the wayside and grabbing her personal gym towel...made with only the finest material, of course, with her initials embroidered in one of the corners. She wiped herself down, having worked up quite a sweat after working Connie over for so long, pinning her again and again, making her tap over and over, really getting her reps in for the day. Alas, she was not yet satisfied, and with plenty of money to blow-...or rather, plenty more to TEACH the impressionable, pudgy-bodied jobber...Carmelita was eager to get right back to it.

But first, a drink from her personalized, designer water bottle, which gleamed under the gym's fluorescent lighting. She uncapped the bottle and took a sip...a strange taste hit her taste buds, but Carmelita paid it no mind. Water had various tastes to it, especially when the Spaniard always flavored her water with different kinds of fruit pods and flavor mix-ins. She just assumed the packet she used this morning was one she was unfamiliar with. Regardless, it seemed like it was merely an acquired taste. "Ah, it tastes like victory~...Fitting for a queen such as myself~..." She said, laughing to herself. After their break, around five or so minutes later, Carmelita would demand that they pick up where they left off.

"Alright, Connie...back to it. I want that butt back in the ring, post-haste...I've got a lot more to show you." She said, her lips curling into a smug smile, unaware of what was slowly unfolding in her body as Aura's specialized concoction was brewing within her digestive system, turning Carmelita into a ticking time bomb, with barely two minutes or so before she'd start to feel a strange swirl of effects beginning to kick in. However, like a snake's venom, working her body would cause the mixture to course through her even faster...shaving a few seconds off what little time she may have.

As the two stood back in the ring, Carmelita would lock lips with Connie first and foremost, admiring the jobber's figure. "My, I do adore you...Your soft, full-bodied curves. Your plump figure, stretching that tight gear of yours...flabby in all the right places. You are like a dream come true for me, and for that, I'll let you have a special opportunity for this portion of the spar. You're free to fight back to your heart's content, my precious little jobber. Do as you please, whatever you like. I'm feeling generous...It'll be fun to watch you flail and squirm before I put you back down in your place~..." She teased. "But try your little heart out, by all means. I could use the challenge, after all..." She said, granting Connie full permission to fight back, her curiosity from that previous shove getting the better of her, as every action she took only sealed her fate, unintentionally ensuring that Aura's experiment would have some incredible results.

A timer would beep, signalling them to continue, and Carmelita would start by trying to grab hold of Connie's neck and hair, trying to drag her into a Headlock following an impromptu attempt at a Collar and Elbow lock-up. Every pathetic flex from her meager, lithe arms would cause her body to break down Aura's potion even more, causing it to dissolve quicker and spread throughout her entire body from head to toe...with mere seconds left on the clock for the Spanish woman and her sense of 'normalcy'. "Ohh, I hope you're ready to kiss my ass again, Connie...because that's the only position a little lamb like you belongs~...worshipping your gilded goddess~..." She chimed, not noticing that her strength was slowly leaving her as the brew finally started to affect her muscles...not only that, but her in-ring senses too, leaving her blind to the hazy fog swallowing her thoughts as she barely realized that she was becoming weaker. Every exhale started to sound more labored...heavier...breathier...like she just couldn't keep the air in her body...

[Parker]

Connie lay sprawled across the canvas, chest heaving, damp bangs clinging stubbornly to her flushed forehead. Her arms trembled as she lifted them, pressing palms against her temples as though that would steady the swimming fog in her head. Carmelita’s words still echoed sweet and cruel in her ears, dripping down her spine like molten honey. Another pin, another tap, another humiliation. She wasn’t even sure how many anymore. She just lay there, sweat pooling beneath her back, listening to her own shallow breaths while her body begged for mercy. Her benefactor has long since left the ring but she had needed a few moments longer to recover.

When she finally rolled to her side, every muscle ached, her knees wobbling just to get her to the ropes. Sliding clumsily under the bottom strand, Connie spilled to the floor with a graceless thump and dragged herself toward the bench where her plain bottle sat waiting. She cracked it open, quietly nursing the water as watched Carmelita from the corner of her eye. The Spaniard looked radiant still, her bronze body shimmering under the gym’s lights, her laughter rolling over Connie like a reminder of her place. Connie kept her gaze low, pretending to mind her own business, though every time Carmelita’s sleek bottle tilted to her lips, she found herself staring.

“C-coming…” When the demand came to get back in the ring, Connie obeyed without a word. Her legs screamed in protest, her lungs burned, but she climbed back through the ropes, bracing herself for more of the same. And for a while, it was exactly that, Carmelita smothering her, tugging her by the hair, wrapping those arms around her neck in a headlock. Connie’s face pressed against caramel skin, her cheek mashed to the swell of her tormentor’s chest, her arms pawing weakly at the iron hold. She gasped, her voice breaking into muffled whines, humiliation and exhaustion blurring into one.
But then something shifted. Carmelita’s grip, while still heavy, wasn’t as suffocating as before. Connie felt it, just the faintest give in the Spaniard’s muscles, the tiniest tremor in her breath. Maybe it was desperation, maybe instinct, maybe that spark of fight Aura had fanned with her unseen hand, but Connie squirmed, twisted, and, miraculously, slipped free.

She stumbled backward with surprise, then surged forward, ducking low and scooting behind Carmelita before the queen could recover. Her hands shot out, grabbing at her wrist, yanking it up and behind her back in a clumsy but effective crank. Carmelita’s arm was wrenched tight, forcing her posture forward, and Connie’s other arm looped quick and snug around her neck.

The pudgy rookie cinched down with everything she had left, her soft frame pressing against Carmelita’s back, her face buried against damp bronze skin as she locked in a chickenwing choke. Her thighs quivered with effort, her arms trembling, but she held on, teeth clenched and eyes wide, heart hammering in her chest. For the first time all afternoon, Connie wasn’t just enduring, she was fighting! “Got you!”

[Misfit_Alien]

When Connie managed to escape Carmelita's grasp, it truly caught her off guard, with the Spanish woman looking at her hands, her vision blurring a bit as she staggered. Was she still tired? Why was she so out of breath? What was happening with her? Surely this was just a little slip up...perhaps the sweat on Connie's figure just made things a little harder, or perhaps-...Carmelita ALLOWED this to happen....yes...yes, of course. Without even realizing it, Carmelita simply allowed Connie to escape, wanting to boost her confidence and really savor the woman's attempts at struggling.


Nothing more, nothing less-...or so Carmelita would like to think-...


"N-nothing more than a l-lucky opportunity...-huff-..." She said, panting. "A light misstep on m-my part...-huff-...I-...I simply t-thought you w-wouldn't be up to p-pace yet...-huff-...I was merely g-giving you an e-extended...b-break-..." She said, continuing to talk Connie's ear off as she wore herself out with every little move she made, effectively causing Aura's potion to work double time. Her body became heavier, her limbs weaker, and breathing felt much harder as it felt exhausting just to take a single breath. Meanwhile, she could feel EVERYTHING...a petrifying paradox that caused Carmelita to question what on earth was going on with her. However, as she was lost in thought, the pudgy-bellied brunette slipped around to Carmelita's backside, catching her off-guard with ease, shocking the Spanish woman as her eyes widened. "W-wha-..AH!!" She exclaimed.

She felt her arm getting twisted behind her, with Connie's soft body pressing into her backside, causing her to gasp as the sensation was surprisingly better and more intense than before. She could feel the jobber's breasts gently flattening against her upper back, feeling every inch of her bra-clad chest rubbing and pressing against her. Then came the choke, which felt a hundred times tighter as Connie's flabby arm locked itself around Carmelita's neck, causing the Spanish beauty to scramble helplessly.

"C-Connie? W-what a-a-are you...? N-No, l-let go...L-Lemme go!" She said, thrashing around, exhausting herself further. To make things worse, all her shaking caused her hips to grind against the woman's chubby figure and pelvis, with Carmelita's newly heightened sense of touch overwhelming her as she felt every bit of friction from the skin-on-skin contact, mixed in with a bit of tightness and resistance from the fabric of their gear, causing Carmelita to blush and pant as she unknowingly tired herself out while turning herself on...and that didn't even account for what Connie was going through on her end...

[Parker]

Connie’s arms tightened, the pudgy brunette gritting her teeth as she felt Carmelita writhing against her. Every desperate thrash only made the Spaniard dig herself deeper, her struggles feeding Connie’s confidence. “Mmm… look at you now,” she muttered, her voice low but and husky. He could feel heat swelling up inside her as she leaned in take a deep inhale of the classy woman’s scent. She smelled so good, flowers and… sweat. Did she always like that combination?

Her soft belly pressed harder against Carmelita’s back, weight sinking in as she leaned, muscling her down inch by inch. Connie wasn’t graceful, she wasn’t polished, but right now she didn’t need to be. She had leverage, she had bulk, and she had the satisfaction of hearing the haughty woman’s breath turn ragged beneath her choke. Every time Carmelita’s hips ground back, Connie clamped down harder, letting her know there was no way out.
“No.” She said curtly in a hushed tone, shooting down the wealthy woman’s request.

“Say something smart now, oh wait, you can’t.” The flabby jobber smirked, feeling the Spaniard’s attempts to speak strangled down to pitiful gasps.
Once she felt her foe sag, words caught in her throat, Connie finally released the pressure not the hold entirely. Instead, she shoved Carmelita forward to stumble, only to keep her reeled in by catching the woman’s hips between her fingers, forcing her close to fit up against lap.

With one hand she plucked at the taut strap of Carmelita’s garter, letting it snap back against her skin with a wicked smack. “I’m the goddess now.” Connie said with a measure of force that hadn’t been there… ever really. She found herself enjoying the sound of it after it left her lips. Grabbing the fabric of Carmelita’s top, she roughly forced the woman into a deep bend, testing her flexibility.

“So worship.” Connie drew back her thick hand and swung it low, spanking Carmelita hard. Then again… and again… She kept going, but the spanks drifted not just onto her rounded cheeks, but the space between, her stubby fingers lapping at the woman’s crocth as they retreated each time. She laughed breathily, surprised she was doing this, but red-faced, enjoying every minute of it.

[Misfit_Alien]

Carmelita was utterly bewitched by Connie's voice, her mind spiraling with every venomous word that the jobber spoke. It left the Spaniard confused and weirdly aroused at the same time, wondering how things wound up like this, how Connie suddenly turned into this...this...dominant, confident queen of the ring. This wasn't right, this wasn't how things were supposed to go. Yet for all her struggles, Carmelita couldn't even slip free from the hold, every gasp muffled and stifled by Connie's flabby arms as her husky, breathy voice continued to plague Carmelita's thoughts. All the while, the once-dominant Orchard of Gold...now a helpless doll in the arms of her would-be training dummy...was unable to respond beyond a sputtering moan and gasp.

"Mmmn-...C-Connie..." She moaned, feeling all of the pudgy woman's weighty figure grind and rub against her backside in such a raunchy, savage manner while Carmelita desperately tried to breathe, only to be shocked to her core moments later...

"AUHHH-!!!" Carmelita yelped, her breath hitching from the first spank, only to soften as Connie's fingers traced around her thighs and crotch, those areas suddenly feeling ten times more sensitive than usual. Carmelita could feel EVERY millimeter of contact from the jobber's fingertips onto her skin, brushing along her womanhood before she wound up for another spank, lifting her hand and letting it fly before repeating the same cycle.

The Spanish beauty was reeling, every ragged attempt at breathing mixed with heavy amounts of gasping and moaning, practically hyperventilating as she couldn't keep herself steady. "Y-You---I-...C-Coonnn-...C-Connie...W-ww-wait...p-please...." She belted out, cheeks growing redder by the second as she blushed, sweat dripping down her body. "Y-You're t-thheeee g-gg-goddess, y-you y-...you are! Y-you're m-m-my go-ddessss-..." She said, squirming all around as her body was failing her in every regard.

[Parker]

Connie’s hand came in for one last hard spank that clapped Carmelita’s backside so sharply it sounded like a gunshot. Her hand plunged deep between the Spaniard's legs, middle and ring fingers curling to invasively push as far as they could into the woman’s ring gear to claw her crotch.

“That's right… B-...” Connie swallowed hard, a moment of clarity fighting her cardinal desires as she had her tormentor literally bent over in front of her, begging. “That’s right, bitch!" She practically spat the words out, shifting her weight back, then shoved forward to smash Carmelita hard enough with her pulvis to send the girl clattering to the floor.

It wouldn’t be long before Connie followed her down, stomping after, a foot on each side of her before she dropped heavily onto her knees in a straddle across the slender woman’s back, seating all her weight down on her tiny, perfect frame. Connie grabbed handfuls of Carmelita’s beautiful, silky hair and yanked her back, then threw her face forward into the mat, dragging her face from left to right over the canvas.

“W-whose thh jobber now? Huh! Whose the loser?” Connie bounced her weight on Carminlita’s back, wanting to hear her squeal again.