Ginger Conquest - Audrey Trovita vs Gabriel Vinlee

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

A steady stream of soft moans slipped through Audrey's lips as Gabriel's tongue claimed her, her face as red as her hair, a combination humiliation and arousal. The inside of her mind was hazy, and in those moments, she knew naught but wet pleasure, her body locked up tight and unable to resist but still quivering in a show of just how lost in the lust she was; had she been able to resist, Audrey might not have had the desire at this point!

It was quite uncomfortable, this position she was in, her body bent so far in on itself that her legs rested beside her head, her skirt flipped perfectly down over her stomach, concealing exactly nothing that it was meant to. But having herself exposed and easily accessible - that, too, somehow, in her foggy state, only added to the pleasurable sensations that shot through her body in waves.

Then Gabriel shifted. Her mouth no longer teased Audrey's lips, slowing her moans, instead opting for more intimate skin-to-skin contact. And now, with Gabriel's body towering over hers and her hands applying pressure on the redhead's thighs, Audrey somehow had even less wiggle room than before... not that it mattered, as she was still too out of it to really fight back. But the cheers from the crowd did tell her one thing - they appreciated this new position just as much as the previous one.

The position only lasted a short while, at least by comparison to any others so far. Gabriel returned to the mat, and Audrey' legs finally got a bit of a rest as she was unfolded, slightly, her legs over her opponent's shoulders instead. Audrey's arms were free to flop to the mat - but before she found the energy to do more than experimentally lift them, Gabriel's own legs pinned them down, effectively trapping her once again. And then the teasing returned; Audrey's body attempted to arch on its own, restricted only by Gabriel's legs holding down her arms.

But the affection was more intense this time, as though Gabriel was no longer holding back. And as the intensity ramped up, so too did Audrey's bodily reactions. Her moans increased in volume, her body continued attempting to arch despite being restrained, her legs quivering as she heated up. If this kept up much longer, she would burst, right into her opponent's face!

"I-I can't...! I'm g-gonna..."

'Do nothing' was the ending of that sentence, as Gabriel denied her climax, shoving her to the side instead. With a moan more frustrated and desperate than aroused, Audrey's body toppled over, limbs now freed, allowing her to roll onto her stomach. But the denial also had another side-effect - it brought her some clarity, clearing her mind a little bit, allowing her to focus more on where she was and what was happening.

Just in time to feel Gabriel's knees pressing into her back. She let out a grunt of irritation in response.

"I think I can stretch you a little more before you pass out again, right?"

"U-ughhhh- aaaahh!!" Audrey screamed in answer as she was lifted and bent in the bow and arrow hold.

"If you stop screaming and answer me, it would be very good for your back; I assure you."

"Ghhhh... n-nnnnooo... nnnnhhhh!"

Audrey's moans had been successfully transitioned to a string of pained grunts and wails, tears stinging her eyes every time Gabriel's legs stretched, forcing her body to arch even further. And on top of the pain, she had a strange feeling of vertigo from being suspended off the mat. It was all Audrey could do to grab at Gabriel's arm and try to pry her head free. Meanwhile, her body practically vibrated from the pain, her squirming doing little but offering the audience a new angle to observe her torment.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel was doing a pretty decent job of doing a rather impressive job of stretching the battered redhead across her shins.

Audrey set to work trying to pry the queen's hand open, hoping to free herself. However, Gabriel wasn't too concerned about Audrey's fingers getting between her hand—Audrey will already be exhausted, and bringing her to climax had surely given her energy, but Gabriel didn't think a little adrenaline would make much difference here. Besides, Audrey’s answers had said more than words ever could.

"No?" She echoed mockingly. "That’s all you’ve got?"

She raised the intensity. She pumped her legs deliberately, folding and straightening Audrey’s spine with controlled rhythm, bending and relaxing her back, while maintaining her firm grip on her ankle and throat.

Audrey wanted to escape, but Gabriel disagrees

"Do you want me to let you go… or snap you in half?" She said the latter with puffed cheeks, wanting to get under Audrey's skin.

The redhead was stretched out as if she were as flexible as a gymnast and her opponent showed her off as if she were just a as though she were nothing more than a light training weight. Audrey was perhaps bruised from so many blows to the stomach, but her soft abs were still very important to the cameramen.

The overhead cameras captured every arch her abdomen, while others framed the stretch from the front and behind, immortalising her squash.

The queen was going to continue. She had no intention of stopping. Curving Audrey's body more and more. She would even begin to lift her legs to raise Audrey even higher.

The effort was taking its toll on thi Brit heel, but Vinlee wanted more - when Gabriel finally realised that she couldn't continue sustaining the stretch with Audrey's limp body, she released her neck to seize her ponytail instead, and planted her foot against her spine.

A heated sigh escaped her. escaped from her lips.

"Can't take it anymore?" She said.

And she kicked upward! Arching her like a drawn bow!

Then she let her collapse onto the canvas.

Spoiler

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

The reward for Audrey's defiance was an intensified pressure on her spine as Gabriel punished her, deepening the bend of her body against her opponent's shins. Audrey's scream was slightly muffled by Gabriel's hand on her throat holding her in place, showing off her body quite nicely for the cheering audience. The bruises on her stomach and abs had begun to settle into a bluish purple, bright and easy to see under the arena lights now directly above.

Then Gabriel taunted her further. Audrey barely heard her over her own screams. But in this position and with this level of intensity, Gabriel could easily follow through with her threat of snapping her in half - but Audrey wasn't in position now to respond even if she had wanted to. Gabriel refused to ease up to let her answer, instead tightening the hold and, not for the first time tonight, forcing the weakened redhead's body to arch painfully beyond her limit.

But whether Audrey's body had reached her breaking point, or Gabriel's position simply didn't allow her and further leverage, she finally let up. The pressure on Audrey's throat eased, allowing her body to relax just slightly, only for that hand to catch her by the ponytail, instead. She took a quick, gasping breath - both to refill her lungs from the screaming, and from anticipation of whatever was about to come next - because a hand pulling her hair never lead to anything good.

Which turned out to be a shoe to her back. Another scream, and Audrey's eyes snapped shut as her body was once again snapped into a painful arch, but this time she was sent into the air in the process. She flipped, landing on her side, her momentum carrying her into a roll onto her stomach. She rolled back onto her side and curled involuntarily in on herself, her body trying to subconsciously bend her spine back into proper shape.

And there she remained, taking quick, shallow breaths to avoid aggravating her bruised abs further, her entire body trembling with the phantom sensation of being arched backwards. She shot an agonized glare in Gabriel's direction, but her eyes were blurry with tears from the pain, and she couldn't make out the reaction she got in return...

[Hagen-Autem]

That had been far too much punishment for any back. Now she lay sprawled across the canvas, reduced to a trembling, hypersensitive mess. Gabriel, meanwhile, recovered quickly, settling onto one knee to take in every second of the state she had left Ginger in: fragile, vulnerable… almost pathetic—almost on the verge of losing the game.

For someone aspiring to be a true monster heel, the sight was exquisite. A stubborn opponent—far too pretty for her own good—reduced to little more than a toy. Without realizing it, the queen traced a finger along her lips, while her other hand adjusted her skirt between legs. Usually, her matches ended the moment she fully took control of her opponent’s body… but this time…

A dangerous smile spread across her face as she grabbed Audrey by the cheeks, squeezing them until another soft, helpless whimper slipped out.

The referee had approached earlier, asking if Audrey would submit after such punishment, but the Royal Viper made sure to silence any response, gripping her firmly by the mouth.

"Come on," she ordered.

Rising from one knee, she showed no care as she forced Audrey Trovita off the canvas and onto her own knees in front of her.

Boos erupted from every corner of the arena. The crowd protested, uneasy with how one-sided the match had become. This was no longer a contest—it was punishment. Though, truth be told, plenty of Ginger’s fans had come precisely for this. They weren’t fooling anyone.

The queen rose to her feet with that signature calm of hers, keeping Audrey kneeling before her. She tightened her grip just a little, shaking her face now and then, drawing fresh reactions from the crowd.

"Oops~."

Truth was, Gabbie was more capricious than she liked to admit. She loved being the center of attention, feeling the weight of thousands of eyes wishing the roles were reversed. She reveled in that power… the certainty of being untouchable despite the judgment, and the guilty thrill of being able to do exactly as she pleased with someone as stubborn as Audrey.

She felt like a Queen.

Ignoring the boos, she began to sway her hips with shameless ease. Her skirt lifted ever so slightly, and the atmosphere in the arena grew heavier, more charged. Some hated her for getting into their heads with tricks that cruel.

"Oh, Audrey… I wonder…" She murmured with feigned innocence. "If I throw you out of the ring, would it count as a KO victory?"

Without waiting for an answer, she forced her up to her feet. She kept her at her level, even if Audrey had to rise onto her toes while her face remained trapped in that firm grip.

"Oh, poor thing…" she added, puffing her cheeks slightly in mockery.

Audrey was at her limit, and the blonde had no intention of wasting that. Almost carrying her, she dragged her from the center of the ring to a corner, where she placed her arms over the ropes, leaving her pinned in place.

Then she stepped closer.

Her body pressed against Audrey’s, pinning her with her weight and leaving her with no escape.

"I’ve given you all the damage I can with my legs…" She whispered, emphasizing each word.

She shifted just enough to reinforce the pressure, keeping her fixed against the ropes. The crowd responded with a growing murmur, torn between outrage and a tension that was hard to ignore, as the undefeated woman casually slid her leg between the other’s, moving it up and down with a slow, hypnotic rhythm.

"But I like to keep things balanced…" She continued, a crooked smile forming. "To give something in return."

She pushed Audrey’s head back, forcing her to look out toward the crowd while leaning fully against her without the slightest hesitation. The motion lifted Audrey’s chest, placing it right in the line of sight of those gleaming jade eyes, framed by a mix of shock and hungry fascination from the audience. Gabriel’s arm—the same one holding Audrey’s head in place—slid between the redhead’s ample curves, pressing her control even further.

"Tell me, Audrey…" she called out, raising her voice so everyone could hear. "Do we end this bet with something you can’t escape from?"

She let go all at once, leaving Audrey draped over the ropes. Gabriel herself stepped back with a light hop, giving her space to hang there for a moment—only to grab her by the chin a second later and force her to meet her gaze again.

With deliberate slowness, she leaned in close, her lips hovering near Audrey’s ear, letting every word fall measured… intentional.

"It could be a kiss… but I won’t tell you where…" She whispered. "One of those that leaves your eyes rolling back."

A pause.

"Or we go for an high flying move… the kind that’ll put you out of action for a while." She added, her tone sharpening, like a serpent baring venom-laced fangs.

Another long pause.

"Your choice."

Her lips curled into a restrained, dangerous smile.

"I promise… it’ll be a grand finale either way."

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

As it turned out, Audrey didn't need to see the reaction her glare got... because Gabriel got up night and close, just to grab her by the face, squeezing her cheeks. Audrey flinched at the sudden contact - as much as she could while her opponent held her in place, anyway.

Then she felt her body being pulled up, which left her little choice but to cooperate and go with it, lest she add to the strain on her neck. So as she was pulled up, she braced her palms on the mat and pushed up, helping her to rise as she got her legs underneath her, where Gabriel set her on her knees.

By now, Audrey was too exhausted to resist, not even humiliation and embarrassment enough to help her raise her arms in defense. The result was Gabriel holding her body up by the chin, while the redhead's arms dangled uselessly at her sides, as she attempted to blink through the tears just to see what was coming - whether or not she wanted to never crossed her mind.

Gabriel taunted her with something, something about throwing her out of the ring, and panic began to prickle the back of her mind again. Tired as she was, Audrey was lucid enough to recognize that the pain she'd been in would be nothing compared to the cold, hard, unforgiving tile below the ring. But even with that concern, as Gabriel pulled her further, up onto her feet, all she could do was reach out to steady herself by setting her palms on Gabriel's hips - her own feet could hardly support her own weight now, and without the balance, she surely would fall, crumpling back to the mat like a sack of bricks.

And then Gabriel began to move. Audrey's balance had been maintained for mere seconds, her feet instinctually moving to keep up as she was dragged along to a corner, only managing not to stumble due to the haste with which her feet hit the mat and pushed off again - there was little time for her to slip, barely any time for her body weight to press down.

It was almost a relief when her arms were draped over the top ropes, doing the dirty work of resisting gravity for her. Audrey took the moment to close her eyes and hang her head, breathing deep just to stay focused in a world that spun around her.

Her reprieve was short lived, though, as a sudden pressure on her body brought her to alert. Well, as alert as she could be in her defeated condition. The pressure of Gabriel's body leaning into her and squishing her breasts drew out a shaky, quiet moan - weak, but undeniable. Even now, a simple touch and light pressure was all it took for her sensitive flesh to respond.

But that was only the beginning. Audrey found herself reaching out and tightly gripping the ropes on each side of her, the tease of Gabriel's leg forcing its way between hers and teasing her drawing a hot pink blush to her face, her moaning picking up in volume almost immediately. Her head was forced back quiet far, enough to where she could see - if she focused - the audience's eyes on her. The motion arched her back, her chest jutting out and resulting in intensified pressure - and pleasure. Pleasure which continued to multiply as Gabriel's arm made it's way between her curves. The redhead's body trembled in anticipation - from what, was anyone's guess, but she certainly expected something.

What she got instead was cruel and merciful both; a denial of the pleasure she had been building up, and a release from the painful arching of her back against the corner post. Her body slumped forwards, remaining upright thanks to her grasp of the ropes. It took considerable effort to raise her head and look Gabriel in the eye - or, it would have, had her foe not grabbed her chin again and directed her gaze where she wanted it to be. Humiliation continued to burn on the redhead's cheeks from the shockingly sensual dominating act, the skin tingling where Gabriel's fingers made contact.

Despite her daze, Audrey hung on every word of the ultimatum. The promise of a kiss - one that would finish her in more ways than one. Or the promise of rest, in the form of an aerial impact and knockout. And Gabriel, supposedly, was letting her choose- no, making her choose her own defeat. Add it to the book of new humiliating lows among the losses of her career.

Still, there really was no choice here at all.

It was, in fact, quite easy. Not because of the promise of explosive pleasure, appealing to the tiniest corner of her mind that liked being dominated, that craved the shame that came with it - no, that corner of her mind did not exist. Who would enjoy that? No, she was tired, defeated, and needed no more pain to be put down. It was as simple as that.

That was what kept telling herself, screaming it at herself over and over in her mind to drown out the quiet whisper of her verbal answer to Gabriel as she spat the words, as though if she kept repeating it in her mind she might eventually believe it.

"...fuckin' kiss me, already."