The Queen of All Serpents versus The Siren Trio

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel’s knee dropped on the Blue Siren’s crotch far more quickly than anyone would have liked. The impact shook the mat.

The poor tall girl arched upwards in response to the painful shock, as embarrassment washed over her face; and to make matters worse, Gabriel teasingly stuck out her tongue, leaning forward over that crushing knee, emphasising this. She took the opportunity to bring her legs together and push them to one side, allowing Allen to clutch her groin and curl up into a ball.

It wasn’t the best moment for the Sirens. First Asanagi, now Allen—and Gabriel was enjoying it in her own way. So, taking advantage of the fact that Allen’s partner was watching the situation, the Queen of Serpents grabbed the Siren by the hair, forcing her to her knees beside her, then laid Allen’s stomach across her knee. A position over the lap, a position meant for punishment to Sirens.

Her free hand clutched Allen’s cheeks, forcing her to look out at the crowd close to her lovely, wicked partner. Freya. Now, her other arm rose, her open hand outstretched. “Egging the crowd on.

The cheers and cries were becoming deafening.

“Right then, shall we carry on?”

But Gabriel’s only concern was the opponent on her lap.

"Boom..."

She bit her lips and detonated her hand—her hand came down against Allen’s backside. The sensation travelled across those lovely hips of Ally before her palm rose again, then came down on the other buttock. Repeating, repeating, and repeating the motion with every spank.

Gabriel didn’t care that Siren's groin was still aching or that everyone was watching. The only thing that mattered was punishing their opponent's volatility.

[SkoomaAddict]

Every impact landed with a sickening crack that seemed to echo in Allen's bones. The first strike had already stolen her breath, her body jerking forward on Gabriel's knee before she could stop it. The second made her eyes sting. The third—the third pulled a sound from her throat she hadn't meant to give, a strangled gasp that she choked on, refusing to let it become anything more. But Gabriel was relentless, and Allen's resolve was crumbling like wet paper. "Gaahh... Guuaahh... gyaahhh!"The fourth spank shattered that thought before it could finish. A whimper escaped her, high and thin, and she felt her face burn hotter than the welts blooming across her skin. The crowd's roar faded to a dull roar in her ears, replaced by the thunder of her own heartbeat and the shameful, stinging rhythm of Gabriel's palm.

Allen's lips parted, a protest forming, but what came out was another broken sound as Gabriel's hand fell again. And again. Each blow sent a fresh wave of heat through her, not just pain but something deeper, something that made her want to curl into herself and disappear. Her eyes were already wet, her vision swimming. She bit down on her lip hard enough to taste copper, but it didn't stop the small, humiliated groans that escaped with every impact—soft, unwilling sounds that she couldn't swallow back no matter how hard she tried. She could hear Gabriel's breathing, steady and calm, could feel the slight shift of her weight with every swing. To Gabriel, this was nothing. Just another punishment. Just another Siren broken over her knee. Her groin still throbbed from the knee, a deep, sick ache that pulsed with every spank. Her legs trembled. Her back arched involuntarily with the next strike, pressing her stomach harder against Gabriel's thigh, and she hated herself for it—hated the way her body responded before her mind could stop it. "Please—" She didn't know who she was begging to. Gabriel. Freya. The crowd. Anyone. But no one was coming. And Gabriel wasn't stopping.