The Midas Touch, Episode 10: Trick or Treat

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Hateful. There was no word better suited to describe the way she felt about this challenger.

Brooke's repeated attacks on her crotch had damaged more than her aching pussy. They'd bruised her pride. There was no attack more humiliating than a low blow. The source of her greatest pleasure subjugated and turned into a focal point of intense pain! It was an attack not just on her body, but on her rank amongst women. This of course was the reason she used them so often.

She watched Brooke approach through her tear-obscured eyes. The model rangled her legs! Her bare inner thighs spasmed and twitched, her muscles unresponsive to her demands to kick at Brooke's face!

"Ah~!" She yelped reflexively as Brooke dropped back, pulling her thigh and stressing the muscles of her groin. That wasn't the real threat, however. She'd locked her legs about Rose's leg... She secured a kneebar!

"N-no!" She called out in a panic as she flexed her core and sat up in a vain attempt to catch Brooke before she could fall back!

"Nn! Let g-Ahhh!" She grasped air! And found herself screaming in agony as Brooke began to attack the surprisingly frail knee joint!

She threw herself back and pounded the mat! Her face was red with suffering! It hurt so much! But... Her knee hadn't popped. It was devastating, but not conclusive.

The shock of the pain gave way to familiarity and triggered her survival instincts. Brooke's hold was rudimentary. White belt. Her hips weren't stable and her balance was off! The figure four locked her knee in place, but it left her hips free to generate movement!

Rose Gold turned those hips in the same direction of Brooke's torque! The shifting of her weight would relieve the pain. And at the same time, take advantage of Brooke's twist to help roll them both over onto their bellies!

If she was successful, the hold would be neutralized. If Brooke didn't have the grappling skill to recognize this and let go, then Rose Gold would counterattack!

She moved with practiced feline grace! Rose would first base up on her knees to take hold of Brooke's crossed ankles! To trap her belly down!! Another push more and she'd pull her foot free of Brooke's hips and lean back! Reversing the kneebar into a Texas clover-leaf crab!

"Your turn to scream! Now, let's hear that pretty voice!!"

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Brooke had a few things going for her as a wrestler. For one, an inordinate amount of coordination and flexibility with her legs. That, and an unhealthy amount of pluck. But ultimately, she was still raw. Unseasoned. Unskilled. In the ring, she was nothing more than a virgin fumbling in the dark, succeeding more through luck and instinct than anything else.

Rose Gold, on the other hand, was quick to remind her that if Brooke was the pool boy at the country club, then despite her young appearance, she was the cougar on the prowl. Every bumbling mistake would be caught out and punished, exploited for her own enjoyment.

In that sense, the Downrange Diva's kneebar was more like a sheepish brush of skin while handing over an ice-cold soda: Brave but weak. Inviting a looming danger that she could never expect. It wasn't long until Rose took the initiative for herself, flipping the two of them belly-down onto the mat! With a few more nimble movements, the mouth of the lion -- the mouth of the cougar -- closed around her, and all of a sudden, Brooke was in some very real peril.

"Ngruhh..." Brooke grunted out as Rose bent her legs into a Texas cloverleaf. Her knees and thighs started to smolder with the pain of well-applied tension. Not as much as one might expect from a wrestling neophyte put into such a constricting hold, though -- she had her hard-earned flexibility to thank for that.

"Grrrrgh!" She all but gnashed her teeth together, turning any cries of pain into growls of desperate effort. Pain-wracked pants into deep, focusing breaths. She had a deadline to put together a way out; sooner or later, the pain would set in. But if Rose wanted her to sing, then Brooke would at least deny her that.

For now, at least.

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Rose Gold bit her lip in anticipation of Brooke's sweet song of suffering. With the hold locked in, it was simply a matter of time before the model gave in to her primal yearning for help and cried out. She secured Brooke's legs, entangling them under one arm while the other one reached beneath to take hold of her inner thigh. Her fingers pressed into the bare flesh of her leg, gently massaging at the straining muscles as she let out an indulgent, sing-song moan. "Mmmmnnn~. This is why I love when models sign with LAW!"

Brooke met the initial torque of the hold with defiance. Grit teeth and determination. "I applaud your spirit! I like it when my prey resists. It sweetens the meal. So please-" She grinned as she pushed her heels against the canvas and scooted a bit further back on the hold. She'd previously sat upon Brooke's butt. But now, she moved to the small of her back. And began to pull back!

"-ENDURE FOR ME!" She demanded cruelly as she assaulted her beautiful victim's legs and back! Her nails pressed into her thigh suddenly! A jolt of pain meant to shock her muscles into loosening. To make the job of pulling her hips skyward all the less difficult! She'd bend her into a cruel C shape! Stretching her lithe, youthful body! She brutalized her hips, ankles, and back simultaneously! Brooke was put on display for the world to see! To watch her scream and beg and cry!

"Give the fans what they want! That's what you're good for, isn't it?! To entertain us with your body!" Her words fell like venom from her lips, spat as she looked over her shoulder, down at the straining face of her foe!

And worse... Brooke knew not the foe she faced... A master of submissions and a cruel sadist. The hold could go further. The pain could grow louder. The humiliation... Would cut deeper! All in the name of petty self-aggrandizement.

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"I... I won't!" Brooke's voice came out raspy and strained. She didn't even know what she was refusing. Submitting to Rose? Giving her the satisfaction of a scream? Acknowledging the jeers from the lustful crowd around them? All, none, some of the above? The answer escaped her. All she could think about was the drills she'd done, the lessons she'd had, the videos she'd watched, wracking her brain for something, anything to escape this hold. All the while, she repeated those words like a mantra. "I won't, I won't, I won't!" As if they would make her position any less desperate. "I..." Then-

"NNNGRRRYAAAAH!"

She broke. Her thighs chafed where her opponent had clawed into her. Her breasts pressed into the canvas as her upper body bore all of the Champion's weight. Her eyes watered at the sight of a triumphant, domineering Rose Gold above her. And that was without even considering the hold itself. Every atom in the lower half of her body screamed one single message, written in blazing nerves and stretched-out muscles:

She. Needed. Out.

"Hahhh - HAAAAH!"

Brooke looked all around her, wild-eyed and desperate. Her reassuring, even breaths had turned into ragged pants. An eternity later, she flung her arms beside her, reaching for the first thing her eyes landed on: A sharp, desperate twist of Rose Gold's ankle! If Brooke managed to dislodge that foot out from under Rose Gold's own weight, she would then yank at it, hoping to unbalance the blonde and earn at least a moment's relief!

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Rose Gold closed her eyes, shutting those luminous golden orbs away from the world. She didn't want the vision of the undeserving masses detracting from the incredible festival of the senses that Brooke had become. If she shut off her eyesight, then she could more closely appreciate the delicate trembling occurring in Brooke's legs as she fought against the hold. She could hear her muscles flexing. Her joints hyper-extending. She acknowledged just how flexible this woman was. A lithe, beautiful body made pliable by hard work. The finest cut of meat.

But all of that paled in comparison to the scream. The desperate primal scream! An unconscious reflexive acknowledgment of her agony. She took in a deep breath as if she could inhale the sound and use it to fill her belly. There was no telling her she couldn't. "Ohhhhn~ Good girrrrrl!" The muscles below her abdomen tensed and she shuddered. Her grip tightened as Rose Gold rode out the pseudo-orgasm atop her prostrate opponent.

And then her eyes shot open!

Her balance shifted as her leg, rigid with tension, was pulled out from under her! She stumbled, releasing Brooke's legs in order to use her arms as a counter-balance. She fell backward against the ropes and caught herself upon the top one with her arms. She'd ruined her meal, the little brat.

However, when Brooke found the strength to peel herself from the earth. To raise her head and meet Rose Gold's eyes. She would find her reclining in against the ropes, relaxed in that same position. Her expression contrary to what the model might have expected. There was no anger to be found. What she saw in those delinquent amber eyes was grim amusement.

"You should have just asked. I would have let you go." Something in Rose's Cheshire grin indicated that she very well would have. This wasn't a clash between stags. This was a game of Cat.

And Mouse.

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As Brooke tugged at Rose Gold's leg, the Champion pulled back. A momentary tug-of-war, just another game in what had quickly become Rose Gold's playground. But her desperate gambit worked, and soon enough, the torque in her thighs and the weight on her back both subsided. For a moment, she was proud of her resilient escape.

Then she rose to her feet, and a pit formed in Brooke's stomach. Though as her reflexive wild-eyed, enraged response to Rose's words subsided, it gave way to an expression that revealed Brooke's true feelings. Not one of despair or fear, which Rose may have been used to. Just one of smoldering resignation. A clear-eyed acknowledgement that she hadn't done enough, hadn't been enough to earn the respect of a spirited competition.

"If you wanna beat me, Rose, then beat me. We both know you can. But I'm not gonna be your toy."

She'd just have to change that. After all, acceptance was not defeat. That she would refuse until whatever bitter end Rose had planned for her.

Her face twisted into a snarl filled with Thermopylaean stupidity, and she charged. Arms akimbo, hoping against the physics of her lithe body to deliver a crushing spear -- one that would take both of them right out of the ring! In all likelihood, Rose had some kind of kick, knee, sidestep, or some other trick up her sleeve to make Brooke look like an idiot. That much was obvious. But that didn't matter. If the ring was Rose Gold's domain, then Brooke was a rebel, wanting nothing more than to see this tyrant deposed from her castle.

Liberty or death.

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"No honey, that's exactly what you're going to be." Rose Gold's response was presented as an inarguable fact. As if recounting the color of the sky or one plus one. "That's the best you'll ever be. So you might as well enjoy it." Her black lips curled into a smirk as she drove the second fact into Brooke's heart like a knife.

The woman was already smoldering. She was confident then, that her cruel barb would set her ablaze. And so it did.

Brooke charged at the Lightweight Champion with all the martial acumen of a peewee football player. It was desperate. But as Rose spread her feet and secured her base she realized that it was also suicidal. Brooke sought to throw herself into a thoughtless, easily countered attack in hopes of either landing... Or being knocked out. Either way, ending her trial.

Brooke's shoulder struck with a meaty slap. But what it caught upon was Rose Gold's under hooks, catching her on either side of her clavicle. The blonde slid back a few centimeters before her boots gripped the canvas and killed Brooke's momentum dead in its tracks. Injuring neither woman.

"Oh, sweet girl... We're going to have so much fun together!"

The pain in Brooke's stomach was almost immediate. Rose Gold's knee buried itself in her flat abdomen with breath-stealing force. A pacifying body blow that would rob her muscles of life-giving oxygen, but would keep her consciousness well intact. And then, when she gasped and her belly collapsed, another struck her in the core, as if trying to crash against her spine.

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Rose had already released her under hooks. Content to let her body weight catch the surely failing female. "Now if you're done with your dramatics..." She paused, licking her lips. "I'd like to show the world your secret voice. I promise you'll like it. Because I'll force you to!"

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Brooke intended to run at Rose Gold like an assassin's bullet, aimed at the corrupted heart of the wrestling division that took her in. Instead, she looked more like a raging bull, though spurred on by pink and gold rather than by red. Either way, her rush was desperate and single-minded. No matter what counter Rose had cooked up, Brooke was either going to power through or roll with the punches.

PLAP!

At least, that's what she thought she was going to do... until her shoulder glanced off of Rose Gold's body with nothing more than the visceral smack of skin on skin and a few useless centimeters of earned ground. Rose didn't even have to do anything. No counter, no tricks, no games. Just Brooke's sheer inability was enough to render her last-gasp attack ineffective. Struck by that realization, Brooke just had enough time to glance into her opponent's honey-gold eyes before-

"GKKHAAGH!" A knee slammed into her stomach! Strangled air rushed from Brooke's lungs, and she struggled just to recapture another breath of precious oxygen. Before she could take her fill, though, Brooke felt herself crumple around a second unrelenting knee. "Kkhhgh...!" While she still clung to the fight within her, she was as good as choked now, and any words she may have spat out at the opponent she hated so much were stopped in their tracks. Even the contemptuous scowl that she hoped to will onto her face was drowned out by the forcible grimaces of her pain.

Brooke could do nothing but hang on limply to Rose Gold's waist, with only her intimately-placed hands separating her from falling flush against her dominant foe. Bent over, she peered up at Rose, who was backlit by the stadium lights as she now loomed ominously over her near-prostrate form. All the while, visions danced in her mind's eye of what Rose meant by "toy" and "fun" and "secret voice." Soon, though, those visions would become a reality -- and Brooke was powerless to stop it.

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Rose Gold shuddered. The satisfying sound that accompanied it was was drowned out by Brooke's gagging scream. "Ohhhhn~"

Her eyes slid closed and she bit her lower lip as the model fell to her knees. A hand lashed out to catch her by the hair, to keep her at least half vertical. It'd force her face upturned. And then the Sinister Siren stepped into her. Brooke's presented face was pushed against Rose Gold's crotch.

The gasping, retching, and gagging that came with trying to recapture the oxygen that would fuel her muscles would instead find her breathing in her hated rival's scent. She forced the model to tease the symbol of her femininity with shallow breaths from her lips and nose.

"What do you think LAW? She was born to be here, wasn't she? Serving a stronger woman from her knees?" Her taunt made it clear. It wasn't a smother. There wasn't enough force behind it. It was an act of unmistakable dominance. A display of her womanly superiority. A cruel act of degradation that would also serve to get the model used to her scent and taste.

"Worship me and I'll let you present yourself to me spread-eagled for a pin. But you make one little peep that isn't in lascivious acquiescence, and I am going to tear you apart in front of the whole world. And I'll make you -beg- me to do it!" She gave a condescending jerk of her hair, just enough to rub her nose between her thighs.

And then, like a Queen from atop her palace balcony, she looked down upon her. Waiting with quickly eroding patience.

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"Haaagkh..." Brooke slumped to her knees, her voice still ragged as she gasped for air. Her only source of stability were the hands she'd reflexively placed on Rose Gold's waist. It was a position typically only reserved for the hurried oral fixations of impatient lovers. With one tug of Brooke's head and a barked demand, Rose Gold completed that image.

"Hmmph..." She whined pathetically as she was forced to all but drink in the essence of her hated enemy. "Mrruh." That drink was like a venomous absinthe, served improperly such that it might rob her of her senses.

But like any good drink, this one felt... perversely intoxicating. The scent of sapphic sin always was to her. Brooke's eyes glazed over slightly, her pupils no doubt dilating as she peered past Rose's groin, up her athletic body, and into her own eyes of gold. Her lips quivered, a self-traitorous consequence of the humiliated tears prickling at her eyes that sent half-kisses into Rose's flower. Her tongue scraped across her teeth, the tip subconsciously finding a home on the slightest surface of Rose's clothes before retreating with just that taste.

Rose's was a damnable visage, the sight of which sent another pulse of hate thrumming through Brooke's veins. But just like before their match, Brooke couldn't ignore the beautifully erotic aura of the blonde before her. Somehow, though, this attraction was different from either her sheepish flirts or the throes of passion that typically followed suit. There was something there that she'd never felt before, something that threatened to swallow her whole in the most satisfying of ways.

Brooke's hands slid around to Rose Gold's supple behind then ran down her thighs, as her mind played against itself in a dangerous tug-of-war. Rose Gold was both the devil and the angel on Brooke's shoulders. The floodlights behind the Champion both hellflame and halo. And the space between her legs both damnation and salvation. All she had to do was worship... and for the first time in her life, she felt a desire to acquiesce.

"Mmmnnn..." When she reached the bottom of her captor's legs, she'd made her choice. Her grip onto Rose's ankles communicated her intent. That she was here to overcome her doubts, not lose herself in them. "No!" Brooke pulled the Champion's ankles and, at the same time, pushed forward with her head! The move would fill Brooke with another intoxicating wave of Rose Gold's femininity, but if it worked, it might also destabilize her and send her falling right onto her ass!