The Midas Touch, Episode 13: Be Careful What You Wish For

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Rose let out a soft sigh as Fuuka's body went limp in her grasp. She smiled as she looked upon the girl, and gave her supple breast another caress. "You have such a responsive body. Perhaps it isn't a waste to use it in this way after all." She chirped, full of self-satisfaction.

Fuuka had screamed every time she'd been struck. She'd moaned every time she'd been lewdly touched. She was a sadist's paradise. She wasn't sure where management had dug up this beautiful little butterfly... But she was going to enjoy pulling the wings off of it.

With that in mind, she let Fuuka fly. Releasing her hair and letting her fall face first onto the canvas. She wouldn't be alone for long. As Rose Gold would descend upon her back, pinning her belly down.

Her arms would snake under Fuukas. Her hands cupped over her heavy breasts. Her palms grazed over her nipple in an attempt to coerce her body to betray her. To respond to pleasurable stimuli. To continue to stir up Fuuka's mind. "Such lewd tits you have. Heavy and cumbersome rather than petite and cute like mine. It must be terrible for your back." She shook her shoulders, giving her own pair a gentle shake from atop her perch.

"What do you say? Would you like me to support them for you?" And with that, Rose Gold's fingers pressed into them. "Or maybe I should tear them off?!" And the gentle touch became a vicious squeeze! As if she were trying to pop them! Her nails dug in as she used the pair to violently jerk Fuuka's upper body off the canvas! She bent her backward terribly! A Camel Clutch with a breast maul added in! She was eager to hear the woman's voice again. And by the sounds of the audience, they were too!

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Fuuka's body continued to shiver and moan as Rose continued to play with her chest. It almost felt like she was massaging it better after kneeing her there. Fuuka was especially happy to hear Rose's words turn to praise. If she like the job that Fuuka was doing, then it meant that she was probably doing a good job of playing up for the viewing audience.

Then Rose would be momentarily release her grip on Fuuka, allowing her to fall down onto the mat. But of course, Rose was quickly back atop her prey, taking a seat on Fuuka's back as the bluenette's breasts were once again found by the champion's hands. "Uhuhuh," Fuuka moaned when Rose's fingers slipped over her nipple. Her hips bucked up lightly into Rose's, before being pressed back down into the mat.

Then Rose's hands went from a tender touch to a nasty claw as she yanked Fuuka's upper body back, "Ah! OWWWAH!" Fuuka yelped in surprise as Rose's fingers dug into her chest before becoming screams as her flesh was squished like putty and her back was bent. Fuuka even heard a pop come from her back, as if Rose had actually managed some chiropractic work for back while she was beating her up.

From the position Rose had Fuuka in, and how she was talking about her back, Fuuka was expecting some form of a camel clutch. But she had been caught totally off guard by the breast maul. "Ah, hah, ah, ho," Fuuka panted and moaned as her face grew hot and sweaty while her breath started to become wet.

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"Mmmn. Isn't that better? Not having to carry their weight?" Rose Gold's fingers eased up. Her nails were no longer stinging her through her attire.

In an act of stimulus whiplash, she began to massage them. To gently rub away the areas where she'd previously dug furrows! She indulged in the pleasant heft of Fuuka's chest. Tracing the ring of her areola and tickling the very tip of her nipple. The barrier between them, while reducing the intimacy, added to the pleasant chill of her touch. "You like this, don't you? I can't tell if you're enjoying the pain, or the pleasure more." She pondered aloud.

And then suddenly yanked back on Fuuka's tits again! She used them as grips to bend Fuuka as far back as she could! Rose Gold's position on Fuuka's body slid down until they were butt to butt! And Rather than simply pulling, Rose Gold was leaning back with all of her weight! It was a cruel, brutal Breast Clutch!

"Tell the viewers Fuuka-chan! Scream out which one you prefer! And I'll let you go!" She declared as the angle of the submission hold only seemed to grow more agonizing by the second! All while she was being indecently groped! She was getting what she wanted... To be shown off in front of the whole world!

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Fuuka felt Rose's hands ease back up on her chest. Just as fast as they had felt like they were getting stabbed, Fuuka's breast were back to getting rubbed, massaged, and teased by the champion's magic hands. For as violent as they were, Rose's hands just seemed to know their way around a woman's body in a way that just let Rose make Fuuka feel anything that she wanted.

Then Rose went back to a hard grip and yanked Fuuka back again. "AHH!" the bluenette cried out as Rose pulled her back farther than she had before. Fuuka's body was pulled into a right angle, and then Rose went even further as her butt began to press down onto Fuuka's. Rose was truly showing how she could do whatever she wanted to Fuuka.

"Pleasure! The pleasure! Fuuka called out in response to Rose's question. "Your hands are like magic on my body!" she then admitted. When Rose went for pleasure, she simply made Fuuka feel some kind of way that she had never felt before. She didn't know if the champion was looking for a specific answer out of her, but Fuuka gave the answer that she truly felt. In spite of the pain she in, Fuuka felt this was going well. Rose was really getting her money's worth out of Fuuka's body, but Fuuka was also getting all of what she wanted out of her domination.

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"Hahaha!" Rose Gold couldn't help but laugh out loud at Fuuka's response. What other answer could she have given? It was obvious. And yet. It still surprised her. Fuuka's shameless confession left her with a smirk across her lips.

"Of course you do. What a dirty, shameless girl you are! All I have to do is hurt you just a little and you'll do anything I say, won't you?" Her statement was hardly fair. Rose Gold did much more than hurt her 'just a little'. The pressure she'd put on the breast clutch was terrifying. And the threat of her nails digging into her tender breast-flesh again had to be weighing heavily on her as well.

"Lets have some more fun then, shall we?" She threw her hands out, releasing Fuuka, but also thrusting her face-first towards the canvas.

She stood above her then. "You truly want to be humiliated in the ring?" A leg on either side of her head, so that when she rolled over she would have a perfect view up the length of her lovely, smooth legs. "Worship me. I'm the goddess of this ring. So treat me like one! You may begin at my boots, and work your way up. You'll know where to stop." Her statement came with another, ominous implication. Defy a goddess at your own peril!

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It seemed that Fuuka gave Rose an answer that she was looking for, as the bluenette soon found herself released and laying facedown on the ring floor. Fuuka gingerly held her breasts in pain from Rose digging into them with her fingernails. When she turned onto her back, the champion stood over her. With her feet on either side of Fuuka's head.

Queen Rose gave her order, and Fuuka obeyed it. She had no reason to take anything besides the path of least resistance, and Rose made a good point in that doing this would be a self humiliating act. Fuuka began on Rose's left boot, then slowly worked her way up the leg. Once Fuuka laid a kiss on Rose's upper thigh, she went to right boot and began again.

Next, Fuuka would plant a kiss on the spandex that covered the champion's pussy. The bluenette assumed that this is where Rose would stop her, but if she was allowed to continue, Fuuka would kiss Rose's belly button, work her way up further and kiss each of the champions breasts. Then she would continue until she reached the champ's own lips. Fuuka was near certain that Rose wouldn't allow this, but if she did, Fuuka would finish her worship by kissing Rose on the lips.

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For all of her curious quirks, Fuuka was an obedient mutt. Rose Gold had tested her resolve and... Found herself shocked at how steadfast Fuuka had abided it. She... Truly was in this sport to be humiliated. And even stranger, she wasn't one of the degenerate masochists that came from getting kneed in the pussy. Mores the pity, on some level.

The Lightweight Champion stood with her hands on her hips, posing like some triumphant conqueror. It was grandeur and over-dramatics. There was no triumph in this conquest. Fuuka had neither the skill nor the will to truly rival her. Rose Gold didn't even look at her as she peppered her body with the kisses she'd been ordered to. There was no point in watching her, she wouldn't deviate.

Her eyes closed as her lower lips met Fuuka's in a spandex-covered kiss. They burned against Fuuka's mouth. The fabric was damp and the scent of her arousal obvious. Her flat belly would feel soft and warm against her lips, pleasant even. And when Fuuka kissed her breasts, she would find her nipples rising to attention, as if trying to part her lips through her top.

But it was as Fuuka dared to touch her lips that Rose finally broke her posture. "I'd never have expected such ambition from a sandbag."

Her right hand lashed out and grasped Fuuka by the hair, catching her with only centimeters between their mouths. "I already warned you to be careful what you wish for." She licked her lips as her other hand trailed up Fuuka's body. Her fingers danced up her collar bone. And her hand opened to place itself upon Fuuka's throat like a collar. An act of ownership.

Then. With a rough jerk of Fuuka's hair, she pulled her into the kiss she sought. Rose Gold's lips parting Fuuka's and overwhelming her senses with the taste of her obsidian lips. Strawberry. Her tongue pressed inside of Fuuka's mouth and she consumed her. Their mouths met in a dance that would make her loins feel as though they were melting, and her legs as if they were jelly.

She kissed her like a long-lost lover. She made her feel things with her lips, tongue, and throat that Fuuka had likely never thought possible! Rose Gold was the owner of the most talented mouth in the league and she poured herself over the defenseless Fuuka. A succubus' kiss that felt like it was drawing her soul up from her inner thighs and out of her mouth. Enchanting. Intoxicating. Addictive.

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As Fuuka continued to climb up Rose's body with her lips, the champion simply stood still and allowed the bluenette to do her work. Rose simply let Fuuka move higher and higher up until she finally and forcefully stopped Fuuka from kissing her on the lips. Once again holding Fuuka up by her blue hair, the champion felt up Fuuka's body with her other hand until placing it on her throat.

While's Rose's hand was around Fuuka's throat, she wasn't grabbing it. Fuuka felt no choking or difficulty breathing. That was, until Rose pulled Fuuka in for a deep French kiss. "MMM! MMP!" Fuuka moaned as Rose worked the inside of her mouth. She didn't know how it was doable, but the champ's mouth was more magical than her hands.

Fuuka felt both her face and her body turning hot and red as Rose continued kissing her. Fuuka felt no other option but to go into it and kiss her back. The experience was too much for her not to. Both Fuuka's lips and tongue would press back into Rose's. It wasn't a challenge to Rose, but a welcoming. Fuuka wanted to put on her best in return for Rose's. Fuuka wrapped an arm around Rose's back and pulled herself up as she wrapped her legs around the champ's hips. She might not be able to match the skill of Rose's mouth with her own, but it could not be said that she didn't go all in.

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The moment their lips touched Rose felt Fuuka's submission. The blue-haired rookie fully gave herself to the Lightweight Queen's kiss. She put her all into the kiss and urged Rose Gold to put her all into the intimate act. Like twisting a knife that was in her own belly.

"Mmnnnnnf~" Rose Gold's mouth worked upon Fuuka's. Her tongue guided and danced with the other girls' in a way that was strangely welcoming. As assertive and oppressive as Rose Gold was in the ring, her kiss was pure warmth. A siren's song luring Fuuka to dash herself upon the rocks.

An act she participated in with eagerness as she climbed astride her rival. The blonde wrapped her arms around Fuuka's waist, her hands palming her ass to keep her up and balanced. Fuuka was bottom-heavy, and Rose Gold indulged in her body. Her attire left her rear end mostly uncovered, and so, her palms pressed into the sensitive bare flesh. Her fingers dug into her, kneading and massaging as she lifted, spread, and caressed her buttocks. All as she carried the woman to the other side of the ring.

Their movement stopped as the back of Fuuka's head bumped into the top turnbuckle. There, Rose Gold pressed against her, deepening the kiss! She turned her head and drank Fuuka in. Somehow choking her with her lips, tongue, and passion. At the same time, she began to grind against the girl who was trapped against the ring's border. Gently bouncing her as her hands went wild upon her rear-end.

The space between their bodies disappeared. Fuuka could feel the fit curves of Rose Gold's trained figure against her own. Her pert, perky breasts pressed against Fuuka's larger ones. Her eager nipples tickling her through her leotard. Rose Gold's hips bucked greedily against Fuuka's inner thighs. Her mons rubbed against Fuuka's mound with smooth, wave-like movement. She thrust against her without subtlety and without restraint. Like two high schoolers on prom night.

She wasn't penetrating her, and yet, Fuuka could -feel- her inside her. Her lust was overwhelming. Suffocating. A euphoria, unlike anything the rookie had ever felt in her life. And might never feel again.

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Fuuka was simply overwhelmed by the sensations that Rose was making her feel. She did her best to keep up, but the champion was undeniably a master of both wrestling and kissing. And it wasn't just the kiss itself, as amazing as it was. But everything else that Rose did that made the experience truly euphoric for her.

The way Rose's hands caressed and groped Fuuka's butt as she lifted the bluenette up and carried her to the corner. Then once they were there, the way Rose's body so smoothly slid into and fit against her own. Fuuka's bouncing along with Rose's movements rubbing and pressing them together in all the right ways and places. Fuuka didn't imagine something like this was possible before.

Then Fuuka realized something, she was suffocating. Rose's kiss was sucking the air out of her body and letting nothing back in. But Fuuka also found that she didn't really care all that much. Her face could go as blue as her hair and Fuuka still wouldn't try to pull her mouth away. If Rose wanted to kiss Fuuka unconscious, she would let her gladly.