One rose, one crown, one submission - Victoria Rose vs. Gabriel Vinlee [freestyle match]

[Victoria]

Victoria’s body slammed hard into the corner turnbuckle, the impact jarring her spine and leaving her dazed. Her vision wavered, a dull ringing echoing in her ears as she struggled to stay upright. Her legs trembled beneath her, barely supporting her weight, and she leaned heavily into the corner, one arm braced against the ropes. Blinking through the haze, she lifted her head, just in time to see Gabriel launching toward her.

There was no time to react. No chance to dodge.

Gabriel’s body collided with hers in a full-body splash, driving the air from Victoria’s lungs. The blonde’s momentum and size pressed her deep into the corner, and Victoria’s head snapped back against the turnbuckle with a dull thud. The ropes groaned under the force, the entire corner of the ring shaking with the impact. Disoriented and reeling, Victoria barely registered what was happening before she found herself pinned, smothered against Gabriel’s breasts, her opponent using every inch of leverage to keep her trapped.

From somewhere above, Gabriel’s voice came down, low and mocking.
“Shhh, shhh...”

That tone sparked something in Victoria. Gritting her teeth, she began to struggle, hands pressing against Gabriel’s sides as she tried to twist free. She slapped at Gabriel’s buttcheeks, legs shifting in a desperate attempt to find balance and space, but there was none to be had. The corner left her boxed in, and Gabriel wasn’t letting the poor brunette go.

Then came a sudden, slow rubbing of her opponents knee, which was teasing her crotch and make her moan into the cleavage. Her eyes rolled up as she was already teased before in the fight and those extra rubs didn't help her getting her concentration back at all. The pleassure she felt made her knees buckled. Trapped, winded, and unable to breathe properly under the press of Gabriel’s body, Victoria’s resistance faltered. Her muffled cries were lost beneath the noise of the crowd and the smothering hold keeping her pinned.

“Mmmphf... nnngh... let... me... go...!” she groaned into the fabric pressed against her face, her voice almost inaudible: "I will not do...nghgf...w..what..y..you want!"

The audience erupted in cheers, eating up the spectacle. Gabriel, ever the show-woman, played to them with a confident smirk, clearly relishing the control she held in that moment. Victoria was caught physically overwhelmed, mentally reeling and the crowd was loving every second of it.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel wasn't sure how to deal with this girl. Victoria was a complete brat, even though Gabriel was trying to give her some passion.

Faced with denial, Gabbie drew a tender smile on her lips. Earlier, Rose's hands groping her waist, resting on her bare, soft skin, did nothing but feed Gabriel's sense of control. The rub she gave her next was the most charming thing she did, because Victoria melted like water between her fingers, rolling her eyes as she struggled with the pleasurable sensation between her legs, turning her knees inward to prevent her opponent's mischief, but it didn't seem to work. And yet, in the present, with all the positives Gabriel had in her favour, Victoria Rose found reasons to challenge her temperament. It was simply as fascinating as it was frustrating for Gabriel.

She rolled her eyes from one corner to the other, cinching her arms until she rubbed her own skin with Victoria's nose. Her leg recoiled, rising and bringing her knee into position.

"Well then... Don't say I didn't give you options, darling." Justifying herself condescendingly, her knee returned like a hammer. It struck the brunette squarely between the legs.

The crowd groaned in empathy with the painful collision. Gabriel kept her knee there, bearing down on the hips of her fierce opponent, then pulled her knee back with the same swing, to the horror of the spectators. With a grunt, she delivered the second knee strike, eagerly squeezing Victoria's face a moment before to muffle her scream, if there was to be one.

"That was for doing what I told you not to do. The first one was for talking back to me." Her knee pulled back again, this time rising higher, separating her belly from her opponent's spandex-wrapped abdomen to create more distance. "And this one... hm?... Oh! That's for touching me without my consent~," she declared.

The queen would fire her knee with such force that it would make anyone cover their groin as they watched Victoria take it. Putting all her strength into that leg. She would leave her knee there, bearing down on her opponent's hips for a few seconds before removing it, letting the local wrestler's body slide to the canvas, if she was in such bad shape, and hanging from her head, as Gabriel had not let go of her embrace for anything in the world, even when the referee begged her to give Victoria a break. Gabriel had already given her one; she wouldn't give her another if it would bring the same result.

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"Are you going to obey me now, or do I have to do something to you that you won't come back from?" It was a threat full of flowers in her accent. It sounded so melodious that even someone would be excited to hear what she was saying.

On other occasions, this British woman would do the opposite of instigating someone like that, but Victoria treats her as if she were the villain of the story, so why not be a little bit of one? Anyway, it comes naturally to her.

[Victoria]

Victoria's pulse thudded in her ears, her body trembling from the shock of the brutal strikes. Each labored breath felt like a battle against the crushing weight of her opponent, whose every movement seemed calculated, deliberate. Her arms, once strong, hung limply at her sides, useless, and her legs were no better. It was as if her body was betraying her, unwilling to fight back any longer. She could feel her heart racing, but it was almost drowned out by the suffocating pressure pressing her face deeper into the curve of her opponent's chest.

Her mind was clouded with the sting of defeat, the overwhelming pain, and the steady pull of unconsciousness, but a small part of her still screamed to keep going, to find some strength...any strength...to rise. The sharp, stinging sensation between her legs made her wince with each breath, and her chest felt as though it were being crushed beneath an invisible weight.

Yet, as the world around her blurred and the edges of her vision darkened, she could only muster a soft, defeated whisper: "Please... no more..."

The words hung in the air, weak and helpless, as if surrendering to the inevitable. Her eyes fluttered, threatening to close, but something deep inside her refused to let go completely. It was as though her spirit clung to the last shred of awareness, even as her body gave in.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel nestled Victoria's nose against her chest, offering her a comfortable place after the last knee strike, while she processes the German girl's needs and words. She liked how Rose looked now, but not the selfish words that came out of her mouth. It seemed as if she hadn't paid attention to what Gabbie was saying. And Vickie had shown that attitude from the beginning.

One of her fingers played with her brown hair while she enjoyed the repercussions on Vicky—her spasmodic tremors every time she inhaled air, besides the weariness reflected in those tearful eyes. She looked terrible! Those tired eyes were on the verge of closing, and the queen, in her finite compassion, responded with the most obvious thing before Victoria slipped further into unconsciousness.

"No more?" She repeated amusedly. "After all, is that what you're telling me?"

She pressed her abdomen against Rose's, rubbing against her to she flattened her back with the corner. If Rose cooperated, Gabriel would move the hug to her body, blocking Vicky's arms with the gesture. She raised her until she had to look up to see Victoria's captivating face.

"You're a terrible person, girl. Even when you're given choices, you choose the worst ones." Gabriel continued her gloating. She didn't sound like a woman who was accepting what Rose wanted. She sounded like one eager to teach her a lesson. "It even seems like you do it on purpose to get the worst out of others."

She let Victoria's body glide towards the canvas, sliding her body over hers. Gabriel would make sure that Rose's lips crossed between her breasts again before Vicky found herself kneeling in front of the blonde's waist, pose her face against her toned abdomen as the Viper would caress her head.

Gabriel gathered her hair if everything went as she had imagined, the she would kneel beside her and help Rose cross her abdomen over her thigh, settling her into a very popular punishment position:

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Her hand would rise above her own head, open like a racket, while the other would pull Vicky's hair to expose her face to the cameras.

"Now, tell me, Victoria... Who has been misbehaving?" The first spanking fell, detonating the poor German's bottom in front of all her acquaintances, friends and colleagues. Her hand would squeeze a good portion of that white bottom before rising again and falling with a new slap.

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"Who has been a very, very inconsiderate girl? Who is a girl who doesn't listen to her playmates? Who is a very rude girl who deserves to have her mouth washed out with soap? Who ignored every opportunity I gave her to change the course of the fight? Who keeps saying that I'm the strongest? Do you think I want to hear that, hah?! Who lets my words go in one ear and out the other? Tell me, who, who, who!"

She pounded that ass, not caring about the red mark she was leaving on it.

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[Victoria]

After what seemed like an eternity of struggling, Victoria finally found herself able to breathe again. The air rushed back into her lungs in sharp, desperate gasps, but it was still a struggle—her body, aching and vulnerable, felt weak and drained from the suffocating hold. Her opponent finally relented and released her from the deadly smother. However, it wasn’t an act of mercy; rather, it was a calculated shift in power. With a smug, taunting grin, she towered over Victoria, who was still gasping for breath on the mat.

The blonde's voice dripped with mockery as she began to tease, knowing exactly how weak her foe was in this moment. Victoria barely had the strength to lift her head, but her body betrayed her when it collapsed onto her knees, struggling to steady herself.

Without warning, the blonde grabbed a fistful of Victoria’s hair, yanking her over her knee in a single, swift motion. The sharp sting of being forced into such a vulnerable position shot through Victoria’s body, and the warm, soft surface of her opponent’s thighs pressed hard into her midsection. It wasn’t just a normal bend, it was humiliating, degrading...a brutal reminder of how far she had fallen in this match.

A sharp pain radiated through her backside before she could even brace herself, and it hit her like a jolt of electricity. The first spank was so forceful that her body jerked forward, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the arena. The crowd, sensing the shift in the dynamic, erupted into laughter and excited chatter, but it only made Victoria feel smaller, weaker, and more exposed. She bit down hard on her lip, doing everything she could to suppress the scream that clawed at her throat, but the pain was undeniable.

The blonde didn’t stop. Her hand came down again and again, each slap harder than the last, each one building the burn that now consumed Victoria’s rear. She was no longer fighting for control of the match; now, it was just a raw, unrelenting punishment. The last time she had seen something like this was online, something that had once seemed so distant, so unreal. But now, as her skin heated with every strike, the cruel sting felt all too real.

Victoria’s body tensed with every slap. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, but there was nothing she could do. She muffled the pain into her closed mouth, but it was no use. After a dozen spanks, her cheeks were glowing with heat, a dark, angry red. Each impact sent another jolt of agony through her, and the sound of the smacks echoed like a drumbeat, each one punctuating the crowd's increasing fervor.

“ARGHGGG...FUCK...AUUUAA...STOP....I...I...UNDERSTAND, BITCH! STOP...SPANKING!” she cried out, her voice cracking with each word. The pain was unbearable, but it was the humiliation that stung deeper. Her voice trembled as the crowd began counting in unison, the chant becoming a relentless rhythm in her ears: “ONE SLAP...TWO...THREE...!”

It felt like the spanks against her rear would never end, each one searing into her skin. Every slap forced another word out of her, her pride and dignity slipping away with each passing second. Victoria’s body thrashed helplessly, but it only made things worse. The blonde, merciless and unrelenting, continued her punishment until Victoria could barely make out a coherent thought through the haze of pain.

“REF DO SOMETHING!” she shouted, but her plea fell on deaf ears. The referee, paralyzed in indecision, did nothing. All Victoria could hear now was the laughter of the crowd, the stinging mockery of their taunts ringing in her ears. They reveled in her suffering, and the shame of being treated like this, the once-proud wrestler reduced to nothing more than a “bad girl” receiving her punishment...

[Hagen-Autem]

The crowd chanted with every spanking. Gabriel's hand seemed to be made of steel, so hard was she crushing the German woman's bottom with each blow, only for her to receive one more at the end of each question, regardless of whether she was ready to receive her hand once again. The thud of Victoria's bottom was the beginning of each verse of the chant.

The local wrestler tried to ask the referee for help, but she, not knowing what to do, did the only obvious thing, and for that no one can judge her for not intervening—she recorded each spanking, counting it out loud along with the spectators' chant.

And it was 10 spanks that Victoria's cute, soft bum had to endure. The imprint of Gabriel's hand was precisely drawn on each buttock like an unmistakable signature from the UK, and Reina, although satisfied with the result, was not satisfied with Victoria Rose's attitude.

With an emotionless murmur, Gabriel spoke, releasing her opponent's hair as she slid her hand down the other woman's thigh. She was gentle, rubbing her hand all over the inner area of that pretty leg and resting her grip where the thigh tendon was visible. One of the most sensitive areas on a woman.

"Ref do something... Seriously? Do you still prefer to address others before me?"

Gabriel really doesn't understand her. She gives her all her attention, and in return, Victoria gives hers to others. Does she dislike her that much? Now it starts to make sense that she didn't want to be her friend. Gabriel said it as a joke, yes, but Vicky's response and her lack of interest in defending herself make her think that, perhaps, maybe, the brunette was using her to fulfil some kink, which would make sense! You can't be so challenging if you only know how to bite the dust.

"You're a lost cause..."

Her finger retracted elegantly, she rested her thumb on her fingernail and searched for the bulge between her screaming opponent's legs to aim there.

"Seriously, you're just a lost cause..."

And she flicked her finger straight at the small bulge in the spandex—the glans—crushing it with her finger to break Victoria's rigidity and bring her under her control! She didn't know how sensitive Rose would be, the brunette was still wet, but the only thing that was certain was that Gabriel was focused on giving her a pinch of pleasure and shame, not one of pain and panic.

If that blow hit the mark, the queen would continue to torment Rose. She began by keeping her stomach firm on her bent knee, before wrapping her arm around her neck, while with her other hand she grabbed one of Victoria's legs and lifted it, preparing to bring both Victoria's thigh and neck against her own back. She didn't know how flexible Vicky was, but she was going to find out.

The queen revelled in it for a moment, caressing that delicate thigh as she hooked it and bent it backwards at the same time as she pulled Vicki's head back, bending Victoria's back. And when she was satisfied with her form, she would move her grip from the thigh to the foot to try to bring her sole together with Rose's neck.

Vicky's back would become a beautiful bodily circle, which would make a contortionist jealous. According to Vinlee...

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On the other hand, her shiny lips still drenched in the moisture of Vicky's dignity, would disappear into the brunette's hair, whispering to her as Gabriel glanced sideways at the arena

"I have thousands of moves on my list to use on you," she warned, stretching out the syllables as she orchestrated them with that harsh tone. "So, I'm going to put it this way..." She closed the Victorhia body's circle. "You can tell me who your queen is, or I can stretch this out indefinitely." She kissed her ear. "You choose, love."

[Victoria]

Victoria lay across her opponent’s knee, her body bent in a painful, awkward position. Every muscle in her body screamed from the strain, particularly her butt, which burned with the effects of the brutal spanks. The sting of her punishment had left her with a flush of heat, her body still trembling from the intensity of the match.

Her butt was sore, every touch sending waves of discomfort through her. Despite the pain, she couldn’t help but think about how far she had pushed her limits, how confident she had been, and how easily it had all unraveled. Her opponent, Gabriel, was playing it cool, using the moment to regain control of the situation, teasing her with a calm confidence.

As Victoria lay there, she realized that Gabriel wasn’t just an opponent; she was a rival in every sense of the word. No longer was there any teasing or dirty talk between them, no understanding of the other’s struggles. The taunts Gabriel had been whispering only served to remind her of her arrogance, of her underestimation of the fight ahead.

Without warning, Gabriel shifted the hold, grabbing Victoria’s chin and thigh, twisting her body into a near-impossible angle. Victoria gasped, feeling the pressure on her spine as she bent backward unnaturally. A sharp jolt of pain shot through her body, and she couldn’t help but cry out in agony.

"ARGH! NO...NO NO NO! GABRIEL... STOP STOP STOP!" Victoria shouted, her voice hoarse with desperation. The pain was relentless, each second feeling like an eternity, the tightness in her chest making it difficult to breathe.

Victoria’s vision blurred, but she knew she had to do something. Reaching out with her free arm, she slammed her hand down onto Gabriel’s arm in a frantic attempt to signal her surrender. “Please... please... stop! I GIVE UP! THAT IS TOO MUCH!” she begged, her voice breaking as she continued to tap out rapidly, hoping her opponent would ease the hold before it was too late.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel was showing just how much she could condemn a bad attitude when given permission to punish. The queen folded back her jester as if it were howls of pleasure escaping from her mouth and not the screams of a German girl reaching her limits. The queen found her sounds of torture somewhat seductive. It was adorable to hear Victoria suffer for being a bad person, almost like a rather twisted poetic justice. Though, the visitor's narrowed, piercing green eyes did not express that notion precisely. Rather, that beautiful, scathing expression declared a taste for those screams, as if they were her continuous warning of the limits Victoria was reaching.

Gabriel did not stop when Victoria began to beg in the heat of paranoia. She continued to contort her, almost bringing her foot to the back of her head as her back turned into a V to show how much Rose could bend if she only really tried, and the Viper made sure to twist her slowly and deliberately, giving her time to tense up and mould herself to each piece of pain while her pleas hung in the air, with no one to advocate for her. However, of all the things Rose said, there was one that startled Gabriel, one that was accompanied by a hand drumming frantically on her arm.

"Please... please... stop! I GIV--"

Before that sentence could be finished, Gabriel's arm released Victoria's neck and went to her mouth, sealing it with her palm.

"No~, love."" She whispered in her ear, demanding. Meanwhile the audience and the referee hesitated, having seen a possible surrender. And of course, that seemed to be what Rose was about to say, although everyone ignored her discreet tap-out.

However, Gabriel's mouth acted quickly, fluttering like ribbons against Victoria's ear, babbling and writhing in her eardrum like a lash to her senses, wanting to transform any babbling from the brunette into a shout of confusion, while her other hand released the German's leg to slide two fingers through Victoria's sex, back and forth before hooking those hips in the middle to flood Vicky's thoughts with her cheeky touch.

"Don't even think I'll let you go that easily," Gabriel concluded before sinking her fingers into Victoria's pussy as punishment!

Those phalanges would stretch her leotard inward as if the garment were a mere condom, separating inside her before twisting inside her, intertwining before pumping in and out against her G-spot frantically. Caressing her insides through the spandex with each deep thrust.

The queen was moving all her pieces to confuse the referee with this transition. If she managed to prevent her from assuming surrender, then she could continue punishing Rose until she gave her an answer she liked.

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"Does anyone have a handkerchief?!"

[Victoria]

Victoria’s body trembled under the strain, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Ngh... damn it..." she whispered through clenched teeth, unable to fully express the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her. Her eyes fluttered closed, but even behind her lids, the feeling was overwhelming—an odd mix of discomfort and something else that she couldn’t quite identify. It felt like her brai nwas not working anymore, due to her not recognizing, that her leotard was not only wet, but pressed and rubbed against her sides. The feeling was so good...too good.

Her body shifted, fighting the hold, but Gabrielle’s grip was firm, unyielding. Each movement sent a jolt of sensation that made her skin prickle, her muscles tightening in response to the tension. Victoria squirmed, her movements caught between the desperate need for release and the strain of being stretched beyond her comfort zone.

Her face reddened from the exertion, a flush spreading across her skin. The cameragirl, quick to capture the raw emotion in the moment, zoomed in on Victoria’s face before shifting the focus to her body as it was caught in the tension of the struggle. Every inch of her was on display, the raw vulnerability of the scene hanging in the air.

"Nghhghg...fuck..mpfgfg...I..nghfghgf...fuck...it feels so...arghgg..!" she muffled into the palm of Gabriel.

Victoria’s body shook, not with the sudden outburst of energy she had felt moments before, but with a more subtle, drawn-out kind of tension. It was as though Gabrielle was determined to push her to the edge, to test her in ways that would leave a lasting mark. Victoria could feel herself being stretched, her patience and endurance being tested with each passing second. While her pussy was on the edge of errupting like a volcano once again...just like she did minutes ago.

Her lips parted in a quiet gasp, but no words came. Her body, pushed to its limits, reacted in silence, struggling to maintain control as she fought to keep her composure. Gabrielle’s grip tightened, Victoria tried to tap out on her arms, but no one was able to see it...or did not want to see it...a reminder that this moment, this challenge, was far from over.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel had managed to divert everyone's attention. Her fingers fluttered so eagerly inside Victoria that even Rose herself seemed to forget her submission, while her adorable sounds of passion enchanted Gabriel, making her extend this fingering a little longer.

Still gagging her with her other hand, Gabriel's other fingers took the opportunity to circle Vicky's clit, pressing with measured force and keeping her in that limbo, comparing whether she should turn on that susceptible German brain or move on to something more related to the fight.

Gabriel would murmur with a certain pleasure as she leaned in to extend this finger play a little longer. She was enjoying Victoria's behaviour, so why not reward her for behaving well after so much naughtiness and rudeness? Besides, no one could judge her; Victoria still had her leotard covering her pussy, so this was still considered soft hentai despite everything.

The queen's fingers caressed the woman's entrance again, sliding up and down with a softness and flexibility comparable to a very blessed tongue.

She tightened her gag.

"More?"" she asked sarcastically. Her fingers knocked on the leotard as if it were a door, asking permission to peek inside again. Eager to pull it back inside once more.

"Do you want more, Vicky?" Accompanying those words, her fingers slid slowly inside Vicky, making sure Victoria Rose felt every inch of her fingers.

She slid them in and out calmly, gradually speeding up, and intertwining her fingers to pump them together at a steady pace as she picked up speed, to see how much Rose could take with just penetration. She even removed her hand from Vicky's mouth.

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