Oh, Heroes Enter The Bad Girls' Pub I - Astra vs ViVi

[Jaystar]

Astra wasn't quite sure of how her desperate, resigning words were being received... Or if they were even heard at all. The heroine herself knew very well what she was attempting to say... But even she had to admit that the end result was rather muffled, and there was a very valid case for anyone to decide that they probably weren't hearing her quite right. But in which camp would ViVi end up falling into?

It took a moment to figure the answer to that one out... A long, loooong moment. The succubus kept on keeping the troubled heroine under her foot, but seemingly not reacting to her attempted words at all... She wasn't saying anything, not doing anything. Just displaying her dominance for the moment, and letting all in the pub to really take the scene in.

But the longer it went on, the clearer it became to Astra that she hadn't gotten what she had been wishing for. The bandages remained in place, the lights kept on being darkened, and a bell... Well, the sound of it ringing was not coming in any shape or form.

So, she was still trapped. But finally, ViVi seemed to recognize that the blonde had at least attempted to say something... And even concluding by making a promise to perhaps ungag the poor heroine to be able to take in the words she was trying to let out more clearly. Was there now light at the end of this whiskey-soaked tunnel?

Perhaps, but things at least didn't start off well at all. Astra's hips got slammed hard against the canvas, and ViVi was still stomping the heroine's form beneath her, while pulling her closer to the succubus. Astra's position was getting even trickier... Even if probably increasingly elaborate, refined, and sculpture-like for the crowds too, as ViVi began reshuffling the bandages as if she was finalizing a piece of art.

Now, was that a good thing?

As it turned out, no. That was clear once Astra felt the pinkette's lips pressing against her ear, and the heroine could hear the she-devil's demands of not submitting so boringly.

Truthfully, Astra had no clue what that meant. What was going to qualify as a not boring submission? But while that was a question she now had... She wasn't particularly keen to find out the answer to that either. It could have been nothing good.

ViVi's bandages kept on wrapping more and more parts of Astra beneath them, and the pinkette's fingertips were now messing with the blonde's mind as they were teasingly running all over her body. Even if the blonde remained tightly gagged, her hair pulled, and the target of some taunting, humiliating kisses now as well... This wasn't necessarily all that bad of a place to be in... Even if it factually was. It provided some pretty unique sensations, at least...

...Or that was perhaps the momentary delusion, which got shattered by ViVi then suddenly vowing not to give the heroine in peril an easy ride. She hadn't been granting her that so far either, so... How much worse was Astra's "ride" still going to be getting?

For now, it started off by the Interstellar Heroine being made to look essentially like a bondage doll. The only lucky part was that Astra herself wasn't seeing it with the bandages covering her eyes, and maybe, it could help her with trying to forget the whole situation she was being in... But the feeling of being so immobilized, unable to move her hands, wrists, thighs, or even ankles for one bit, was a desperate reminder of the reality. She was bound, strangled, imprisoned, owned by the she-devil... And there was nothing she could have done to stop it.

Or, to stop ViVi from "testing her limits", which, ominously, the pinkette seemed to be planning to engage in next. Astra could do nothing to stop her - and even praying wasn't probably going to help her with such a devilous character as the succubus anyway.

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi was rediscovering her enjoyment of body art. Her knots were excellent once again—with Astra kneeling in front of her, blindfolded with her arms behind her back and her ankles tied together, gagged with that pink string and blinded by it too, nothing could stop the queen from testing her endurance, showing off how flexible this adorable blonde is.

ViVi pulled on her bandages, the section that wrapped around Nova's neck, mouth, and eyes tightened, which was also the same section that crossed the knot at the heroine's ankles, so as soon as the Succubus pulled it, it began to slide with controlled friction, forcing the young girl's body to arch backwards.

The movement caused the other knots to start working too—tightening more and more against the spandex, working to force every muscle in the Interstellar girl to work harder, standing out in that cute heroine uniform as Nova's body bent like a full-fledged harp, and a single-stringed one at that, while the tuner delighted in tightening it more and more, unsatisfied, but at the same time attracted by how smooth it is to tune it.

Nova might tremble, shake, or even babble some incoherence as the bandages strangle her like a noose and embrace her like a constrictor, and ViVi would find it seductive and entertaining.

“Oh, poor thing, you're almost out of fuel.” She sneered, and the laughter in the arena echoed her words. “Do you need the light of the stars? Does the hero sent to bring order to my kingdom need the roof opened to recover?" She babbled, wrapping the pink bandages in her elegant hands before giving them a punishing tug. “What a horrible predicament you have on your hands, dear. It's a pity for you to be received like this, but it's an honour for me to attend to you with everything I have~.”

Declaring her abruptly, ViVi finally had enough, kicking Astra's body forward.

She released the bandages so that Astra could spread freely across the white mat. The bandages would loosen from Astra's eyes, allowing at least one of them to be seen by the fans, while the cameras adjusted to project not only the poor girl's face onto the folding screens, but also her position on the canvas, with that queen standing behind her and the spectators, both delighted and nervous about her unfortunate predicament.

“How awful you look,” ViVi declared with disdain, grabbing Nova by the bandages around her neck and by one arm to kneel her facing the audience.

“How do the poor weaklings who prayed for you feel, huh? Not very good.”

Then she grabbed her hair, lifting her by the ends, continuing mercilessly with her beautiful golden hair, until she had her on her feet. At that moment, she would loosen the knot on her wrists, turn her around to grab her by the neck and push her against the ropes, while one of her legs immobilised her there, crossing between Astra's legs.

The viper would be very inflexible with her opponent, pushing both her arms out of the ring and bringing her fierce lips close to her opponent's mouth. Squeezing her little face with a pincer. And she looked at her, threatened her with her gaze and examined her, sliding her intentions from side to side, meditating on which angle would be best to approach that pretty innocent face. Her leg would follow suit, swaying between Astra Nova's legs as punishment for her bettors.

In the end, she decided to bring her lips to Astra's ear to whisper a truth to her while looking predatorily at the spectators who bet on Astra, all sitting in front of the heroine's back.

“You're mine,” she whispered, hissing each syllable to send shivers down her ears with a touch of ASMR. “Your heart, your thoughts, your spirit. Everything is mine now, sweetheart.”

With each word, there was a delicate peck on that ear, savouring the fragility of this woman with her dangerous, fatal lips, much to the suffering of her poor fans. They sensed what was coming, and their legs trembled at the mere thought of what that succubus was going to do to the poor ragdoll she had turned her favourite babyface into. Meanwhile, her finger would slide down this woman's waist, caressing as if searching for the place where Astra was ticklish.

“You've been very good,” she said, pleased. “So I'll give you the pleasure of leaving...” She warned, but immediately gripped Astra's cheeks more tightly.

“So... Answer the following three questions with an answer I like, and maybe you and I will have some time outside the ring.” Her curious finger circled around Astra's navel, indulging in caressing the subtle contours of her abdomen. “Answer me wrong, and you will disappoint me very, very...much...” The queen stretched out those last words, emphasising the sombre and punishing emotion that awaited her, giving her victim time to understand the danger and process it. “Do you understand, darling?”

Viviane would wait for the heroine to respond, if there was anything she could say. Giving her the necessary seconds. Enough time for the lights at Gart's club to return to normal, and for reddish lights to border the ring from the ceiling.

She would move an arm's length away from Astra, holding her by the hair and flashing her a sadistic smile.

“Now, heroine, make it clear to everyone: Who is your queen now?”

Her knee would fly into Astra's stomach, ready to sink her bent knee into those abs after hearing the question. With the help of the ropes around the ring, Astra would have nowhere to go, and that was excellent for ViVi, because she would show the fans of her new toy the cute bum of that princess of the stars.

“Who devoured your righteous heart in front of your followers and your opponents?”

Another knee would fly into Astra's abdomen. Giving her a few seconds to process it before the grand finale.

“And who will you serve as your conqueror from tonight on?”

She would say that phrase in a harsh tone, professing it very close to Astra. Waiting for an answer that was, at the very least, pleasing to her ears. And this time, that pause would be charged with her knee gaining momentum before jumping against Astra's abdomen, sinking deeply into her for a few seconds.

ViVi wanted to knock this cutie down with that last hit, making sure her punishment was heard as well as seen and felt in equal measure. Both by her fans and Astra's, and by Astra Nova herself. Ready to receive the tide of boos or cheers if all her blows connected without a hitch.

[Jaystar]

There may had been some level of intrigue towards this all also from Astra's part, but right now, ViVi was already taking things too far out of the heroine's comfort zone. Not that she would had been anywhere near her comfort zone for the most of this match anyway, but right now, Astra's mind was starting to fill with full-on panic. ViVi had just stated her intentions of "testing her limits", and as the bandages began tightening once more, with the blonde's body getting bent more painfully than it had ever done so far, mentally, Astra had already reached her limits.

This was no longer some regular punishment... This was no longer some playful toying with one's defeated opponent. This was something much more deviant and sadistic... And especially with having gotten essentially blindfolded and gagged, the panic mode was really settling in.

"Mmmpphhh... Pweassshhh... I shubhmittthhhh...." the Interstellar Heroine tried to plead from behind the bandages, but most likely, even the she-devil herself couldn't make out what the blonde was trying to say. Perhaps they were simply some delightful tunes from her own little harp, that were simply just music to her ears.

Even so, she wasn't letting an opportunity to taunt the troubled heroine once more slip. Her sentences were focused on mocking the heroine, relishing her impending defeat, and the opportunity for the villainess to be delivering it, all on her home field... While the bandages kept on delivering punishment to the helpless blonde's body. Torment, that by now seemed to be endless...

Until abruptly, Astra found herself getting fully released, kicked forward, her strengthless form spread across the mat, and having gained some visibility back to her other eye. What she was seeing though wasn't comforting at all... As the towering succubus was once again filling her sights. And soon enough forcing her to kneel in front of her, mocking her performance and her supporters for the rest of the crowds.

That was evidently only the first part of ViVi's plans though, as she soon pulled the heroine fully up by her hair, before eventually granting some more freedom to the blonde's wrists too... And grabbing her neck in a rather dangerous and dominant manner to push the slender heroine to the ropes. Once there, Astra received ViVi's strong leg between her own, and got her arms pushed out of the ring, leaving her still fully at the she-devil's mercy. The viper was still hungry, and she hadn't yet gone for the kill... Simply keeping on toying with her helpless prey.

Truthfully, Astra already wished that this was over... But she couldn't deny finding some seductive hints in the way in which ViVi whispererd to her ear the declaration of Astra being hers. Perhaps in some other cirumstances, it could have sounded rather intriguing for the blonde... But tonight, things had already been taken too far for it to be the case. Or at least, not inside this perilous ring, not in front of all these people...

But of course, that wasn't going to be up to her. She was at the mercy of the succubus, who was playing with the blonde heroine's skin with her lips. Suddenly though, Astra got the mind space to at least respond something to ViVi's words, now that she had the chance. Perhaps something that could be taken as pleading for mercy... "I know... I submit... I'm yours..." the heroine sobbed in a quiet tone, that could only be heard by the viper herself.

Perhaps ViVi liked what she had heard... But she wasn't happy with the quiet volume of them. While she responded by gripping the blonde's cheeks more tightly, and letting her finger slide across her belly, she also presented an ultimatum.

So, three questions. And Astra needed to give three right answers. What could go wrong?

"I understand."

Suddenly, the lights at the club began becoming brighter again. It was almost too bright for the Interstellar Heroine's eyes that had still been blindfolded just moments ago, and it loooked like the stars were definitely shining a bit too bright for her now... Or perhaps it was even the sun blinding the blonde now. Or then, more likely, they were the flames of hell that the she-devil had dragged the poor heroine into by now...

Soon enough ViVi was only holding Astra by her hair, the weight of the rest of her body largely draped across the ropes. And then, it was time for the first question - and the first answer.

Astra knew the answer well. She knew what she had to say. The unfortunate part for her was the fact that ViVi wasn't bothering to hear it, not before already delivering a harsh knee strike into the blonde's unprotected belly. The impact sent her supple bum between the ropes towards her fans, who were already devastated by the sight they were witnessing in front of them. Luckily those were her fans closest by though, as some other, meaner ones could have gotten the urge to slap it back into the ring.

None of that was really Astra's concern now though. Her concern was to provide the right answers to the Viper's questions. Coughing up from the impact to her belly, the heroine tried to find her answer as quickly as possible. "You are..." she finally managed to reply in a submissive tone...

Then it was time for the second question. And even if Astra's answer had probably been the right one to the first one, the she-devil still didn't give her any time to produce the second answer, before shooting another knee into the poor heroine's abdomen. It took once again some time for Astra to find the required amount of air in her lungs to reply, but she did eventually find those words. "You did."

Surely, that had been one more correct answer. At least based on the fact, that ViVi began issuing her third question... And this time, Astra was sure to reply fast, before letting the pinkette deliver another blow at her. "You will!"

But despite the desperate plea in her tone, ViVi's knee still found the heroine's abdomen for the third time. And this time, the impact was so hard and devastating that it threw even Astra's arms off of the ropes, leaving the heroine momentarily resting her weight against the stronger pinkette... Before the succubus took a step back, leaving the poor heroine's body crashing strengthlessly onto the mat. Her breasts, face, arms and knees were planted against the canvas at the she-devil's feet, while her bum was still the high point facing her fans. The heroine had gotten now utterly humiliated and defeated... But at least she had just given the three right answers.

At least, hopefully?

[Hagen-Autem]

Astra Nova's commitment to her was well received. She doesn't always encounter fighters so open to receiving her knee strikes. It's a pity that didn't mean she was struck gently.

ViVi bent her lovely guest's stomach as if she could still take more—her knees broke through Nova's defences to shake her body, motivating her to give the best answers if she wanted the succubus to be more lenient. And ViVi loved it all, every sentence interrupted by her, every shake of the jobber's body, every jump produced by her knee strike, every breath reversed by the blows, and every expression on the faces of those who bet on Astra, who could only watch her bend over, exposed for more, watching the pretty girl's bum rise with each impact of the powerful succubus before ending up sitting on the middle rope, finally surrendered to ViVi, her face resting on the devil's shoulder, while her arms bounce off the ropes, expelled by a devastating knee strike, leaving them hanging towards the mat.

And that finish was delicious for that sadistic little devil. Too bad the Third Queen had to step back to keep the show going, letting her ragdoll slide down her body until it reached her feet, prostrating herself defenceless and with her backside still the high point facing her fans of the stars.

"Ow, you look so pretty~."

ViVi bit her nail, blushing as she hugged her waist, pivoting from side to side; happy, perversely happy.

Astra Nova had started off badly with the hostess, earning the queen's worst side; however, this outcome was enough to earn her forgiveness. An excellent apology, one that makes her conqueror consider letting her go. But unfortunately, it wasn't enough to win her vehemence.

"Well, that was exquisite. A nice appetiser for me from L.A.W, but let's end this encounter."

The crowd on the queen's side cheered. ViVi slid her boot under Nova's neck, proceeding to lift the blonde's head until she was kneeling. She was even gentler, resting her hip against Nova's profile, caressing her head with her hand as the flashes flickered, capturing this embarrassing moment for the starlet.

"Enjoy your rest." She combed her hair, stealthily taking the pink flag that still wrapped around her head. "You earned it," she said sardonically. "You almost beat me~," she finished, stifling a laugh.

Pulling on the flag, she forced Nova to stand up, then pushed her with one hand on her chest so that her back was against the ropes. She left her there, thinking about what to do to finish her off. What does Nova deserve most?

Biting her lips as she thought, ViVi clicked her mouth as she told herself what a servant like this jobber deserved most.

She leaned her weight against Nova's body, trapping

. The audience whistled, knowing what was coming—one of ViVi's legs crossed between Nova's thighs, rubbing up and down.

Her hungry smile pointed lower than those vulnerable lips.

"Thank you for accepting the invitation." The first kiss fell on the heroine's neck. A delicate and very gentle peck, done slowly to appreciate and tease the girl's nerves. Loving her soft and flirtatious skin.

"You were very accommodating to me." Another kiss followed, this time on Nova's jugular, accompanied by a very devilish lick.

"And I rewarded those who know their place." Another kiss landed, this one on her chin, accompanied by a confident thigh that rose between Nova's, rubbing her crotch eagerly before sitting her on top of him.

The queen settled herself, her eyes fixed on the blonde's lips. With her thumbs, she stretched the corners of her mouth, and with the tip of one of them, she rubbed her lower lip.

"If this match were another, I would have treated you very differently. Consider this my condescension for all you did for me, my love."

Her mouth landed on Nova's, sucking on her lips with the mastery of an artist. The audience bit their lips. The queen exuded her Valentine's Kiss.

It was fascinating—that pinkette stretched Astra's lips with pinches from her mouth, alternating between one and the other, approaching her heart with pecks that were delicious to the ear. Her skilled tongue became involved when a moan escaped from the queen's mouth, joining her opponent's body with a sealed kiss, her signal to change the flow of the final blow—her tongue embraced Nova's muscle to do with it as she pleased, checking it at the edges, above and even below like a dance where love gave it ViVi, kneading an addictive pleasure in exchange for her opponent's mind.

You are right to say that that kiss can strike someone down in a minute, and now, the queen's fans wanted to see how true that myth was.

[Jaystar]

This match was an overkill. Overkill in regards to the display of dominance by a cruel villain... And overkill in regards to the humiliation of a heroine. And certainly an overkill in regards to showcasing how easily and totally a strong villain could dominate, punish, and demolish a slender, brave heroine.

Well, that was if you asked Astra at least. Based on the general attitude seemingly present in this pub, the events that had transpired in the match were merely perfect, and highly desired. Not an overkill at all, but the duty of a brave heroine to endure... A duty to job.

Perhaps some other wrestler might have tried to make more efforts with blocking ViVi's knee strikes, but Astra was no longer in either mental or physical condition to do so. She was already exhausted, beaten, and submissive, and ripe to be confirmed as ViVi's hapless victim. Sure, her choices of words did indicate that she was still hoping for as an easy way out as possible... But whether they would make any difference was ultimately the she-devil's decision to make.

Well, at least she "looked pretty". Based on the words of the succubus at least... Whether that was a good thing though was anyone's guess.

Apparently, that had made Astra a "nice appetizer". That could have sparked some hopes of there being a different main course, had ViVi not immediately after expressed her desire to "end this encounter" - only after all that the heroine had already been forced to endure.

"The End" then started rather ominously. Astra could feel a boot sliding under her neck, the heroine soon forced to once again kneel in front of her devilish conqueror. The cameras capturing the setting were flashing, the anticipation was building. The Heartbreaker Viper's toned, sexy and strong body stood tall and dominant, and the Interstellar Heroine's own, weakened, defeated one was simply waiting for the she-devil's final kill.

Somehow ViVi's words didn't match the ominousness though. She was talking quietly like Astra was due for a reward, no longer a punishment. Of course, that could have all too well been simply a ploy, true meaning behind her words being absent, but the blonde heroine could only wonder and throw guesses. And based on how the pinkette finally forced her back up and pushed her chest to get her victim against the ropes again, all the options still seemed to be up on the table. Astra was still wide open for anything devastating. And accepting her fate...

But what the succubus turned out to do certainly caught Astra off guard. Instead of anything mean or painful, or well, primarily painful, the blonde found the pinkette's hands and fingers on her face... And on her lips. And also, one of the queen's strong legs snaking its way between Astra's own, and starting to rub itself against them and the heroine's crotch...

Apparently, ViVi's final kill was perhaps much gentler than Astra would have expected.

The Interstellar Heroine remained silent, and frankly, she was also rather astounded by this turn of events. The tone of ViVi's voice remained gentle, and her lips found their way onto the heroine's neck... And not biting, or sucking violently at all, but rather delivering a gentle kiss. Then they made their way onto the blonde's jugular, before finding a sweet spot on her chin... While also commending the heroine for knowing her place. And it almost started feeling like the pinkette's strong thigh was also rewarding Astra's body with some pleasure also lower down...

But luckily for Astra, at least if you didn't dare to query her true opinion, ViVi wasn't taking things exactly to the Hentai territory either. Instead of focusing more on the heroine's crotch, her righteous lips became the pinkette's main target. The buildup was admittedly one of the most twisted ones that Astra had ever experienced, but finally, her lips became sealed in the Valentine's Kiss.

There was a full-on blush on Astra Nova's face by now. After all the brutal punishment she had taken tonight, her tormentor was rewarding her with a kiss. A passionate kiss. A hungry kiss. A very, very dominant kiss...

...And a kiss that Astra soon realized could very well overwhelm her. Even if she wasn't really responding to what ViVi's lips were doing, they were very effective with sealing her airflow. The only oxygen that the heroine was able to take in was coming from the Heartbreaker Queen's lungs. And it was almost like it was gradually intoxicating her, filling her veins with the she-devil's own...

There was no escape for Astra from this kiss. But the longer it went on, the more the consciousness of the blonde was inevitably fading... And fading... And fading...

Until it would have completely faded.

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi broke the kiss with her trademark seductive grace, pressing her bare, toned abdomen against her opponent's flat, weakened abdomen. ViVi arching sexily. Her short pink hair would wave back. As if she had liked the lips she stole.

The thigh of that devilish girl, leaning forward with the grace and energy of a naughty, wicked schoolgirl, slid, leaning and rubbing against the between her legs of the good girl who was her rival while using her as a pole. And needless to say, she was happy with the lost, dazed and drunken expression on Astra Nova's face after that royal treatment.

The sweetheart's face was still held in ViVi's hands, as if it were hers, delighting ViVi with its beauty, lost in a lustful fantasy, her eyes lost and her lips slightly parted.

Astra Nova was now her best painting in LAW.

Biting her own lips after a *POP*, the pinkette caressed her victim's cheeks with her thumbs, tracing the contours of her face with her fingers, enjoying that passive expression of a soft-hentai victim. Delighted to have met her, happy to have chosen her for this stormy show, and pleased to have wrapped her in her web despite the prohibition to go further with her body.

She was sure Astra would have appreciated her doing more. There was no denying it...

The tight leotard of the tender, unfortunate heroine was still the only thing separating their bodies. Which must have suited Astra's pride and dignity down to the ground.

A ringside camera captured the profile of these gladiator ladies—immortalising the domination that the devil woman still preserved like a crown, and how vulnerable the blonde was after everything she had been through tonight.

Leaning against the ropes, her arms outside the ring, her hips pushed towards the fans by ViVi's lap; trapped between her rival and the ropes of the ring...

Astra may have nothing more to offer. But some fans still had hope.

"I couldn't ask for more!" ViVi whispered, giving another kiss to that gaping, exposed little mouth.

A deep kiss, but one that lasted no more than 15 seconds, during which she did a thousand mischievous things with her tongue before running her fingers over her prey's body to finish scrambling her mind.

From the sides of her pretty face, down the sides of her neck, her small breasts, her adorable waist... and her hips, circling them to grab her bum. The pinkette would break the kiss with another *POP* at the same pace as she lifted Astra by the hips to sit her on the middle rope. The blonde's arms would still hang outside the ring, where they were fine.

ViVi hid her face against Astra's shoulder, looking at her fans with those wicked, sombre eyes. She slid her skilled hands down the back of this girl, perversely stretching and scratching her uniform to make one thing clear: Astra Nova was hers, she was hers, and she would leave here as hers.

So she whispered in her ear, sliding her tongue like a poisonous snake.

"So... good night~."

She said goodbye to her, landing a playful double smack to her hips to shake them for the crowd before walking away from her. ViVi ran forward, bouncing off the front ropes and returning at full speed towards Astra Nova! With her long final strides, she shook the ring before jumping and bending her legs to unleash a double kick, a drop kick! straight to the poor heroine's abdomen to knock her out of the ring. If the queen had been as powerful and precise as she boasts of being, her opponent would fall on top of her fans, the only fools who bet on her. That would be a great ending, according to the pinkette! And she had everything ready for the cameras to capture every angle of that outcome.

[Jaystar]

There had been worse parts in this match than this one. For sure. Even if Astra's position was now totally under ViVi's control, helplessly submissive and utterly defeated, the kiss, even with all of its possessiveness, did feel rather... Rewarding for the blonde heroine. Even if tormentingly teasing as well at the same time, with the way the pinkette's strong thigh was softening up Astra's leotard-clad crotch... And while any potential pleasure or awoken desires from it were definitely forbidden, it felt like subtle enough for Astra to believe that perhaps it went unnoticed by the crowds... Or at least such was the wishful thinking she was engaging in right now.

Then again, it wasn't like she would have even had a choice. Her body and mind were at ViVi's mercy now, and if anything, the kiss was already starting to suffocate her. That would do nothing to help her condition at all...

Just in time though, the succubus finally broke the kiss. Astra's expression was very dazed and drunken by now, and the pinkette pressing her strong abdomen against the blonde's defeated own looked almost like she was simply helping her opponent to stay upright. Perhaps the reason for it being that her thigh was still working its magic, maybe hoping to get even more blushing from some forbidden pleasure making its way onto the heroine's cheeks.

It wasn't as if ViVi would not have already appreciated what she was finding in front of her though, that was certain based on the way her hands began caressing her face and features, ever so gently, yet still appearing like they were exploring a newfound possession. Astra Nova's heroine attire was still in the way of things becoming overly sensual though, and luckily for the more virtuous girl, that did not seem to be changing, despite the many bets for the contrary that some in the LAW crowds surely must had been having.

The ringside camera might have made the two combatants look like gladiators, but it was obvious for everyone which gladiator was the stronger one. The spotlights were making ViVi's strong, toned form looking like even more dominant compared to the blonde's more slender, clearly defeated one. But such was the life of a gladiator... Be stronger, or become conquered.

What Astra's fans were mainly seeing though was the heroine's blonde hair, her leotard-clad back, and her cute butt getting pushed between the ropes towards them, which had admittedly gotten itself kicked tonight. Even if some still had delusions of a potential resurgency, the second kiss that ViVi pulled the blonde next in for must had confirmed their favorite's surrender to the villainess, even if they had no vision to how possessively the pinkette's tongue was working its way inside the blonde's mouth.

Apparently, ViVi soon had no more intentions to be supporting the heroine's weakened body any longer though, as she lifted it sitting onto the middle rope, and draped her arms along the top rope sturdily enough that Astra wasn't going to fall to the mat. The second kiss hadn't managed to render the heroine still unconscious either... But surely, ViVi would have had every opportunity to do so, should she had really wished to. But instead, she was whispering some sweet nothings to Astra's ear, praising how she couldn't have asked for more, and wishing her goodnight... And one could have been forgiven for thinking that the Interstellar Heroine had lost all sense of danger now.

That was, if she hadn't had felt the pinkette's hands sliding along her back, and starting to scratch and stretch the heroine's pure attire rather nastily. Which was a very natural explanation for the blonde's thoughts... "Ohh, no... Is she still going to literally tear me apart?!?"

Perhaps Astra Nova's fans still had more reasons for concern... They at least got to witness ViVi's ominous eyes getting directed at them while the succubus was at it. And they also got to witness the increasingly precarious state of their favorite heroine's attire... "Ohhh, no... Is she still going to literally tear her apart?!?"

Soon enough though, both the Interstellar Heroine and her fans got to let out a collective sigh of relief, as ViVi's body parted from the blonde. Not without sending a dominant smack down her butt and hips though... But at least, she seemed to finally be leaving Astra alone!

Oh, how wrong were they.

What ViVi had ensured to set up was the heroine's body all vulnerable draped between the ropes... And about to receive its final punishment. And not only her... But her seemingly foolish fans too!

Astra only got to open her dazed eyes a little, as she suddenly heard loud steps rushing at her... And only to witness the Heartbreaker Queen's boots flying towards her midsection! "Oh!" But the little shriek was the only thing she managed to let out before her body got shot forcibly backwards between the ropes, and sent tumbling down on top of the first rows of her supporters! It was a very painful landing for the heroine herself, and many others... Some of whom were now partly laying under their favorite's exhausted, beaten, and defeated form. With of course, the pub's hungry cameras capturing it all.

It was now finally obvious that in this round the hero had gotten defeated, and the bad girl reigned supreme.

[Hagen-Autem]

Astra Nova seemed as ready to sit on the ropes, dazed by the pink lips, on the verge of collapsing from fatigue, as the audience was ready to continue admiring her small but cute bum.

That was a privileged view, and ViVi was building a reputation for being so accommodating to her beloved spectators...

If she had wanted to be condescending, a single touch would have been enough to unbalance the heroine's fragile body. Perhaps a brush against her legs or a hand on her tender paper abdomen, but no, ViVi aspired to more. Like any queen, she wanted to crush her opponent in the most unforgettable way.

ViVi's two kicks sank into the blondie's stomach.

There was no consideration...

No pity...

Just a perfect ending to the entitled lady's fantasy.

Her boots made contact with her abdomen. The heroine bent in half, the queen's weight stretching her abdominal muscles inward, smashing Astra's stomach with her feet, and the air was expelled from her system as her eyes opened wide and saliva escaped from her mouth in a final breath.

Her backside was the first to leave the ring, followed by her bent body and, lastly, her limbs. She unfolded in the air before landing with her back stretched out on her fans, sprawled out, her hair spread out on a chair, her face hanging from an inverted perspective, and her neck exposed. One of her legs rested on the shoulder of someone who couldn't move in time, and her arms were limp, barely touching the ground.

She was a rag doll now. If there was still anything conscious in her, she would only see chaos. Perhaps she could only see feet.

Her chest would barely rise and fall as her followers organised themselves to accommodate her. And the pink queen, as was to be expected, instead of leaving with her victim, ended up sitting on the rope, her arms crossed over the top rope and her face behind them, looking at the mess her rival had made. Mischievous, as if amused by getting her way.

Some booed her, but the excitement caused by the villain winning another match was stronger.

A tongue out, a wink and, finally, a floating kiss straight to her new lover. That would be her farewell to the first defender of justice in this spectacle. Her devilish show tonight.

With her legs pedalling in the air as she hummed as rythm that she shook her head from side to side, she would give one more wink to the ringside cameras to end the first round of heroes versus villains.


YOUR WINNER: VIVI S. VALENTINE BY KISS K.O