Ginger Conquest - Audrey Trovita vs Gabriel Vinlee

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

The feeling of having the bare skin of her thighs massaged while being teased was a new one for the redhead, but she was far gone enough by this point to simply feel the pleasure of it. It certainly added to the rising heat. But when Gabriel finally ceased teasing her target, and Audrey spilled over, even that was drowned out, along with everything else except the release itself and the noise that came with it.

The redhead managed not to release an ear-splitting scream like a banshee, but the long, satisfied moan she offered instead was still quite loud - there was no point bothering to try to hide just how overwhelmed she was feeling. Anyone with eyes could see it. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead by sweat, her body visibly trembling from the release. And when Audrey began to slow, head lolling back and body going limp, Gabriel just kept going! Audrey had no sense of time anymore, but still felt like it continued beyond the point where her juices stopped flowing.

Had that been all, Audrey would have been fine; let Gabriel collect her and pin her and call it a night. But when she felt motion, it was not from being lifted off her perch. No, instead a cool breeze tickled her warm, damp skin as her body instead fell backwards! Her back hit the post, lightly due to the angle and having her legs still tangled, but enough to jostle her, her palms pressing against the mat for what little support that offered. The haze in her brain only got worse as her blood rushed to her head.

There was noise then. Lots of it. But the cheering crowd meant nothing to the redhead, not in this moment. After the show she'd just given them, this was tame.

"Again, who is your queen, please?"

It took a moment for Audrey to recognize the voice was speaking to her, and only heard clearly the second time over the static of the roaring audience. But when she did, Audrey did not hesitate - did not even think to hesitate - in answering, her mouth moving on autopilot.

"Y-you are..."

[Hagen-Autem]

The crowd roared when Audrey answered the Royal Viper’s trademark question correctly.

What hurt the most for those hoping Audrey would win was Gabriel’s glossy, moist lips, whilst the wet patch on Audrey’s pants glistened in the same way, soaking through and staining her skirt on the spot. There seemed to be no turning back from that point. And, to top it all off, Gabriel enjoys listening to her far more than the act itself. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

Fans were throwing their hands up in despair, as they’d hoped Audrey would put up a fight and at least manage to throw a spanner in the works for the heel. Or endure a little more of the ordeal. But, apparently, the cunnilingus had been too much for the Firecracker to even contemplate.

The British woman had made the humiliation even worse by sticking her tongue out at weak's fans with that obnoxious smile.

Now it was time to return to the ring to finish this off in the L.A.W. way.

With that thought in mind, the queen turned towards the ring, still carrying Audrey’s upside-down body. Keeping her balance on the turnbuckle was no easy feat. Gabbie had to shift her hips and bend her knees several times to adjust her centre of gravity and combat the dead weight that Trovita had become by that point. Though she managed to stay on her feet. She then allowed Audrey to slide slowly downwards, keeping a secure hold on her sweat-slick legs. Until her fingers finally touched the canvas.

Anyone would have assumed she’d continue lowering her carefully, but the British woman gave the spectators a mischievous wink before letting go, allowing her to crash chest-first onto the canvas and bounce slightly on the mat.

A collective groan rippled through the arena, but the Queen didn’t care. Instead, she simply sat for a moment to catch her breath and shake off the dizziness, and from there, she leapt towards Audrey’s side. Her skirt fluttered with the momentum.

Her plan would be less ceremonious now—she grabbed Trovita by the feet, spun her onto her back and proceeded to get down on crawled over her, slowly sliding her statuesque body over Audrey’s until she was covering her.

One of Gabriel’s legs bent to settle over Audrey’s hips, revealing her broad thigh and gleaming skin against the jobber’s, whilst her bust rested on Audrey’s, crushing it in clear mockery—Audrey’s breasts were larger, and yet they were being subdued and used by the breasts of a wicked Brit.

Spoiler

Gabriel didn’t even bother to move her further away from the ropes, nor did she bat an eyelid at the sight of Audrey's arms outstretched towards them. She knew Audrey didn’t have the strength to lift a finger. So that only made things even more intense. It was simply the pleasure of subduing her that drove her—the thrill of knowing Audrey's escape was so close, yet hopelessly out of reach.

Then one hand encircled her neck from behind; the other covered her lips. Completely controlling her posture. There might not be much left of Audrey after that beating, but even so, Gabbie revelled in it as if Audrey still had something left to give.—etching every second of the imminent victory into her memory. Moreover, she was waiting for the referee to stop watching and, at last, begin the count.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Dazed was an understatement for anyone trying to describe Audrey's position. Gabriel had pulled her so thoroughly out of it that Audrey wondered if she'd been drugged somehow. All she knew right now was that she was not her own, she belonged to Gabriel, and whatever was coming, she would have to take. She could only pray it was mercy. Unfortunately for Audrey, however, she wasn't religious.

"Oof!" Audrey's body landed with a heavy thud like a sack of bricks, her chest absorbing most of the impact as Gabriel unceremoniously dropped her. Her reactions were more involuntary than conscious choices; one hand reached underneath her, wrapping her arm around her breasts in response to the collision with the mat. Her other arm snaked up underneath her head, allowing her to rest her forehead against it so as to not have to lay her cheek against the mat, and giving her an opportunity to shield her face both from Gabriel and the leering audience, even those that had been rooting for her. Not that they hadn't seen her flushed cheeks and lidded expression for most of the night already, but any chance she could take to regain a shred of that privacy, she would take.

But Audrey wouldn't remain that way for long. Pulled by her ankles, Gabriel flipped her onto her back, the bright lights and sweaty hair on her forehead both forcing her to close her eyes while her arms splayed out at her sides, and her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. She was the very picture of defeat and exhaustion.

The fun hadn't ended, however. Soon enough Audrey felt something soft on top of her, her breasts being crushed by those of the smaller woman. Sure, it wasn't as discomforting as the crash landing on the mat earlier, but the pressure against her most sensitive area still triggered her reflex to squirm.

It mattered little. Gabriel continued to envelop her, blocking even her breathing with a palm, her other arm around the redhead's neck, as if staking her claim one final time. Audrey had nothing left in her to resist with besides her ineffectual wiggling, halfhearted as it was. She let her head tilt lightly to the side, not even willing to try to look Gabriel in the eye.

It was finished. Audrey knew it was. There was no breaking free of this pin, not in her exhausted and aroused state, to say nothing of trying to make a comeback. So when the referee finally stopped drooling at the sight, Audrey didn't even flinch at the sound of a hand slapping the mat by her side.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

There wasn't really even any point in resisting - not that she could. So Audrey laid there, covered and controlled by Gabriel, and let it happen.

[Hagen-Autem]

"THREE!!"

Ding ding ding!!

With this thrilling pinfall, the match came to an end.

The referee, wiping away the sweat after witnessing the unusual pinfall by which Vinlee had defeated Trovita, spread her arms to signal the end of the 3-count before asking Gabriel for her arm so she could raise it in victory. Still, the blonde wasn’t paying her any attention. She was still lost in her own thoughts.

She didn’t look away throughout the count. She was waiting for Audrey to open her eyes and look at her one last time, but Audrey never did. The ringing of the bell was a climax for her. She had even hoped that her opponent would hold out for another minute, that she would at least shake herself free to try and escape defeat. But it had all been too much for the redhead.

The knee to her stomach. The kiss that had consumed her. The spectacle on the corner as the British Viper made her her own. And the humiliation of answering that famous question from Gabriel Vinlee. Everything seemed to point towards this being the obvious ending. And yet, Gabriel wanted a little more.

She longed to savour a little more of Audrey. But then, not all desires are fulfilled.

Gabriel bit her lips and then sat up, perched on Audrey’s flushed stomach. Her bottom, covered by the smooth skirt, pressed against those abs, sinking into them. Then she nibbled at two of her fingernails with that mischievous smile of hers. And then, on a whim, she did just that—Gabriel ran those fingers over the tip of her tongue whilst pointing at the audience and beckoning to the crowd.

They cheered even louder. Afterwards, she ran those same two fingers over Audrey’s lips, drawing an even louder reaction from those in her corner.

"Good match! I hope you’ll come to me to regain your dignity, sweetheart." She rose onto one knee. "I promise to be quicker next time." She shook her head as she delivered the words, allowing the referee to take her arm and raise it in victory.


She didn’t always enjoy playing to the crowd, but tonight she wanted to hear them. She wanted to feel that her emotions were shared. Good and bad, because amongst the sea of whistles and shouts, some were whining over Audrey’s lost match. Even if it had taken a miracle. A hope that would have given Gabriel plenty to cling to.