The Queen of All Serpents versus The Siren Trio

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel’s knee landed on that crotch like an impact that shook the mat.

The poor siren arched upwards as the shock seized her. Shame was written all over her face as she writhed on the canvas, needing a minute to recover from that dirty blow; but to top it all off, Gabriel celebrated it as if it were nothing more than a little prank.

The Viper stuck her tongue out through her grin. She even leaned forwards as she did so, while her knee still pressed against friend of Freya’s groin, crushing what little resistance she had left. Emphasising the point. Then she slid her leg away, closed Allen’s legs together and pushed her to one side, allowing her opponent to grab her flower and curl up into a ball.

It wasn’t the best moment for the Sirens. First Asanagi, now Allen. And Gabriel wasn’t finished yet.

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 silvery 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.

"Hm... Boom."

She bit her lips and detonated her hand—it 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.

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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.

[Hagen-Autem]

She easily reached eight consecutive spankings. Each one struck that soft skin, leaving its mark like a red signature, comically etched on either side of Allen’s bottom. And to top it all off, the cameras allowed everyone to see how the marks seemed to continue beneath her leotard.

Gabriel then loosened her grip on her siren. Only to take her again. Squeezing Allen’s face whilst making her lift her gaze towards the ceiling. She was still draped across Gabriel’s knee, but that was beside the point, as Gabriel lifted her just enough to bring her onto her knees. Gabriel’s lap was in front of Allen, should she fancy laying Allen’s abdomen back across her knee.

“Why are you still down there?” she murmured. Her lips were brushing against her ear with every syllable she uttered. Poisonous yet seductive. Letting those words burn and sow doubt. “Are you such a big, strong girl? Why didn’t you try to stop me, hm?”

Her other hand rose as she spoke, gesturing through the air before extending it and bringing them back down towards Allen’s legs. Those two fingers went deep, travelling upwards along a girl’s most sensitive area. The inner thigh, right by the tendon.

Taking their time as they made their way towards the centre of those wrestlers. Where those long, cute legs meet.

Then her fingers would stop at the tendon.

“Could it be that the great and powerful Allen... the strongest mermaid, the girl who even managed to hit me... wanted something more from the Queen of Serpents?”

She spoke, pouring her venom into that shattered-glass mind. If she could caress her ear with her tongue, she would. Taking advantage of the fact that she had her in her grasp. Taking advantage of Allen being exposed to everyone’s gaze, and most of all, that of her friend Freya.

“So... Why didn’t you ask for it from the start!”

And purring those words, she laid Allen's stomach across her knee. Then Gabbie flexed her arm, embracing Siren's neck. Whilst her other hand slid off those legs once more. Two of Gabriel’s fingers brushed against the hem in the middle of that blue leotard. Rubbing up and down, stroking along the mermaid’s crotch. Caressing her clit against the spandex. Raising and lowering her hips through the sheer strength in those delicate fingers of the monsterheel.

Gabriel tightened her grip, wrapping her arm more firmly around Allen’s throat whilst sending those surges of love up Allen’s spine.

“You only have to answer two questions for me, good-natured Mermaid. Two questions, and I’ll let you go with your loser friend.”

Gabriel was enjoying herself immensely.