One rose, one crown, one submission - Victoria Rose vs. Gabriel Vinlee [freestyle match]

[Victoria]

Victoria’s hands were raised high, as if reaching for the stars,but this time, she was reaching for her opponent’s golden hair, desperate to grab hold and pull herself free from the deadly leg lock trapping her. Her neck was squeezed so tightly that even she, the champion, couldn’t endure it. But just as her fingers brushed a strand of hair, everything turned against her.

Out of nowhere, Gabriel’s legs clamped down even harder, burying into Victoria’s neck like steel vices. She gasped for air, eyes wide in panic. Her hand was effortlessly slapped away as she thrashed on the mat, twitching uncontrollably. Her face turned a bluish hue, eyes bulging as panic set in.

The crowd roared in excitement, this was the first time they had seen their university’s champion pushed to such extremes. Past opponents of Victoria, watching from ringside, couldn’t hide their satisfaction. Some even smirked, enjoying the spectacle like a scene from a dramatic film.

"SHOW HER WHO'S THE BOSS!"..."SQUEEZE HER TIGHT!"... "HUMILIATE HER!"..."MAKE HER KISS YOUR ASS!"

After several agonizing seconds, Victoria clawed at her own throat, gasping for breath. Then...relief. The pressure was gone. Gabriel had released her?!

Confused and still dazed, Victoria was on the verge of tapping out. She was seconds from surrender when Gabriel's cocky voice reached her ears—words laced with arrogance that sent a jolt of rage through Victoria’s battered body.

“You... nasty... I’m not here to...!” she began, but her sentence was cut short. Her body was suddenly flipped 180°, landing her on her knees. Her head was still trapped tightly between Gabriel’s thighs, her gaze now fixed on the mat. The crowd erupted into chants:

“GABRIEL! GABRIEL! GABRIEL! GABRIEL!”

And then...slam.

Her head crashed against the mat. Once. Twice. Then a third time. And a fourth. It didn’t stop. The crowd counted every hit with glee, the arena echoing with their voices. A camera zoomed in on Victoria’s face, drool dripped from her lips, her expression a wreck after the repeated slams.

Her body jerked with each impact. The ring trembled with every vicious stomp from Gabriel. Victoria’s arms flailed weakly; she looked like a fish out of water, helpless and gasping. There was no fight left in her. And yet, something about Gabriel’s relentless grip, the fire in her eyes told Victoria this wasn’t just any opponent. This woman wasn’t an indie-level fighter. She was something else entirely.

Each slam blurred Victoria’s vision further. Her hair was a tangled mess, her body limp. Eventually, the slams stopped, and she was finally able to draw a shaky breath. Barely conscious, she mumbled:

“Please... Gabriel... please... enough... we...we understand... who’s stronger...”

But would the blonde really let her go?

After all the trash talk, all the dirty tricks Victoria had tried to pull—was Gabriel ready to show mercy?

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel's skirt danced with each impact, rising and falling alongside Victoria's head clapped against the canvas. Vickie's arms flailed like useless oars un the air. Victoria seemed dazed; the audience saw her as very dazed.

The Stomps' count was up to 15 hits!

The visitor teased, wiggling her hips like a rabbit, rubbing the canvas with her poor opponent's brown hair. It was enough for Victoria, but not enough for Gabriel—she lifted her own backside, holding Vicky's torso for the last time. Vinlee longed to see the German girl's expression, but given the position, there was nothing she could do to detect it. Drops and strands of saliva hung from Victoria's lips as she murmured for mercy, admitting who was supposedly the stronger of the two. And that made Gabriel lift her hips a little higher before detonating the final Headscissors Stomp!


The cheers and suggestions from the crowd made it clear to Gabriel how much they loved Victoria. The British woman had a déjà vu moment because of this, even though she is not usually the one receiving the praise... This university is cruel, and she likes it!

She sat on Vicky's head, disgusted. Gabbie rolled her own head in a large circle to accommodate all her hair behind her, earning a few howls of excitement. She curved her back forward to speak.

“Who's stronger?” She gathered the brown hair out of Victoria's ears, and tried to speak to her and only her, as she had done until now. “Is that what you're fighting for?” She sounded annoyed. “To see who's the strongest?” So annoyed

“Well!” She gave that brown hair a sharp tug. If she weren't sitting on her head, she might have been able to lift Rose's face. “Then let's show your faculty how strong you are, sweetheart.”

The foreign queen rolled onto the German girl’s back, coming to rest in a poised kneel between Vicky’s legs. With elegance and femininity on full display, Vinlee sat upright, knees pressed together, preparing to take this to another level—gently, she spread the legs of Victoria apart.

If there was nothing Vicky could do, Gabriel would gently fold her up, raising Victoria's hips until her bust. She let her rival slump forward, salivate on the mat, breathless, her cheek brushing the canvas. Then Gabbie, with the elegance of a blue-blooded woman, slid her fingertips of thumbs between the hem of the leotard and the skin of the Home wrestler!

The visitor’s hands traced the edges of Victoria’s leotard, lovingly kneading those buttocks.

The guest teased the spandex, stretching and releasing it in playful snaps, ensuring the spectacle belonged to her alone, not to the crowd—only she should enjoy it, not Vicky's acquaintances!—She would spread the fabric to release it abruptly, to see how hard that leotard whips.

The queen would make sure to open those hips after, she hooked each of Victoria’s thighs beneath her arms, locking the brunette in place, and allowing the fabric to slip in and cover where it suited its owner. Leaving it to her imagination to fill in the details.

That rear vulnerable frame hovered like a saucer right in front of the nose of its greatest predator. A prize to the foreingh Queen. And Gabriel was ecstatic just to have Vicky so close to. Her expression betrayed delight, she relished the closeness, savouring every heartbeat of the moment as the audience roared in anticipation as her mouth even watered at the thought of tasting her.

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Then Vinlee stopped imagining and started doing—the sly curve of her lips, the wicked gleam in her eyes. It was clear she intended to ignite something within Victoria Rose! and Beginning by sliding outside her tongue her devilish smile, wickedly pointing to the seductive space below Victoria's hips—the audience roared with ecstasy at her intention—so she would slide her tongue between the local wrestler's womanhood to ignite that spark in Victoria Rose, rubbing and caressing that covered pussy as if touching a dream treasure to bring the brunette back to life.

If that didn't fill the German girl with vigour, then Gabriel doesn't know what will...

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[Victoria]

Victoria was gasping for air, her chest heaving as her vision swam in and out of focus. A sharp pain throbbed in her head, and the world around her blurred into vague shapes and sounds. She struggled to make sense of where she was...the mat beneath her felt cold, grounding her just enough to realize she was lying face-down. One thing was clear: her opponent hadn’t finished with her yet.

Then, weight pressed down on the back of her head. Her body tensed in alarm, her opponent was pinning her, deliberately and forcefully, making sure she couldn’t rise. Victoria’s limbs refused to cooperate as panic started to set in. The girl's breath brushed against her ear, accompanied by a low, teasing whisper that sent a shiver down Victoria’s spine. Her cheeks flushed, both from exertion and the sudden rush of embarrassment.

Just as quickly as it came, the pressure lifted. Victoria tried to scramble up, still unsteady, but her recovery was short-lived. She felt hands gripping her legs from behind, dragging her backward with practiced ease. Her fingers clawed at the mat in desperation, trying to escape, but her opponent was already in control, lifting her legs and locking them under her arms in a dominating hold.

The crowd watched closely. Cameras flashed. Every movement was being captured. Every expression, every flinch.

Not only did Gabriel made Vickys panties wedge up hard against her crack, but she also let it flop onto her cheeks, making sure a red print of her thong was on her ass. Victoria tried to regain her sense by breathing heavily in and out, but it all stopped as a loud moan escaped her mouth...

"Nghgg...fuck..." she whispers as she feels the tongue of the hot blonde licking her hole and also teases her mound. Victoria could not believe Gabriel was doing it infront of everyone, but it seemed like, she was not doing it for the first time. Her body tensed with goosebumps covering her whole skin. She was twitching around from the wet pleasure. That scene did not felt like a match anymore, it was pure domination.

The crowd was filming the whole scene, Vickys ass in display as her cheeks were filmed from the cameragirl which also started to turn a bit red in the face!

"Ngghg..I..I..oh my..nghg...n..no..no...no!" Victorias voice shaked badly, as she was dominated by lust and pleasure. The only "good" thing was, that Rose was able to breath heavily, but that did not help her out at all.

[Hagen-Autem]

revealing her matching black shorts.

Using her neck, Gabriel rubbed her tongue all over her opponent's sensitive area. Murmuring and panting at the taste and the trembling, desperate movements of her opponent. Her legs wrapped around beneath Rose's arms, locking her in a position that, in a few years, a mischievous little blonde would make popular.

The greatest symbol of humiliation for an English woman, and Victoria was suffering it in Germany.

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Needless to say, Gabriel added body movements to the wagging of the hold, rocking back and forth while hugging and pushing Vicky's body with her legs, causing German girl's hips to repeatedly collide with the British girl's poisonous mouth.

Rose's curses at these overwhelming sensations were doing nothing to help her. Because the queen went on relentlessly, her muscles were as curious as it was affectionate with the lower half of red leotard. It was clear that she didn't want to break it, but she also didn't want to give this poisonous woman any rest, so being loving and not wild was Gabriel's best bet to avoid ruining this erotic hold.

Flashbulbs were popping from all sides. The recordings immortalize every angle of Victoria Rose's hell. And Gabriel seems to be the only one in that ring enjoying it.

Perhaps in this country it was unusual for a fight to turn into these tactics of erotic submission, but in England it was common. And someone must have foreseen it when they gave that special label to the main event: Freestyle match.

Gabriel's fingers took hold of the poor Home wrestler's rear end, while her legs spread open like pliers before wrapping around Vicky's torso again, positioning and blocking the German's arms against her sides now.

If nothing could be done to help Victoria survive, the Royal Viper would lie down on the canvas, forming a 69 position—her most famous Finisher. The one that gave her the First Queen podium in the pub's wrestling club! The Sovereign Kiss!.

With her athletic, wide legs, she would squeeze Victoria's torso, enough to send her arms behind her back. She would place each of the German's thighs on her shoulders, and next, would clasp her own hands behind Victoria's bum, squeezing them as if her ass were a pillow so that Vicky feels what her mouth is about to do to her most sensitive spot. Gabriel licked her lips to moisten them. After, she devoured her opponent's dignity in front of so many witnesses.

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Gabbie, impatient as she was, sucked as if she wanted to bring her nectar to her mouth, kissed lost in the pleasure of loving her as if Victoria were an oasis, and occasionally pinched the tiny bulge that was the glans in the red leotard to show Victoria Rose what pure pleasure was. And unfortunately for the Home wrestler, Gabriel had given her a lot of pain, and on principle, she now had to give her a shower of lust. It was the least she could do to make up for so much.

Perhaps, if Victoria hadn't been so unpleasant, this match would have played out on the canvas, with them playing more than fighting; but Vicky wanted to sting the hive—Gabriel switched to kisses, many passionate kisses for Victoria's femininity—now it's her turn to suffer the thousand stings of a queen and warrior bee.

[Victoria]

There were few things Victoria found more humiliating than being outmatched in the ring, pinned, squeezed, and completely at the mercy of an opponent. But this... this was something else entirely. It wasn’t just the physical defeat, it was the psychological unraveling that came with it. She had once made another girl tap out from pure dominance and made her leave the mats with a pool of her own cum. She left her breathless and dazed on the mat. But now, the roles were reversed.

Her body ached from the relentless grapples, her limbs trembling from the pressure. Victoria's arms were wrenched behind her back, her face flushed and pressed against the cool canvas. Her opponent, Gabrielle, wasn’t just overpowering her. She was toying with her. Every teasing motion, every breath against her clit sent waves of heat rippling through her body.

Her voice was barely a whisper, broken and breathy. “Gabrielle... please... y...you’ve made your point...”

But Gabrielle didn’t stop. She was methodical, confident, deliberate in how she kept Victoria on the edge—physically worn down and emotionally exposed. There was nowhere to run, no room to regain control. Victoria’s pride told her to fight, to resist, to not give in. But her body... her body was betraying her.

She let out a soft moan, her back arching despite herself, her mind swimming in the helplessness of the moment. Her eyes fluttered, glazed with the overwhelming sensation of it all. This wasn’t just defeat, it was surrender. And somehow, disturbingly, part of her didn't want it to stop.

"Gabrielle, please..." she gasped again, her voice trembling with a mixture of defiance and need.

Above her, Gabrielle didn’t speak,she didn’t need to. Her control was total, and the look in her eyes said everything: This is what domination feels like.

The camera zoomed in on Victoria’s face, drenched in sweat, lips parted wide while moaning, eyes wide with a wild mix of emotions. Her body quivered as her strength faded, and as she trembled beneath Gabrielle’s hold...and then it was time...

Her body collapsed and her legs started to shake likea fish out of the water, she was feeling a rush through her body while her ass was shaking against the girls face. The rush kept going all around her body as suddenly she let out the first wave of her nectar right on top of Gabriels lips, who sucked the juice in, licked every part of it to not miss a spot.

"Nhgg...AAHHHHH! NO NO PLEASE...OH MY GOD...IT FEELS SO GOOOOODDDD!" The crowd was roaring and cheering loudly, but Vickys voice as her orgasm arrived was louder than them. The cameragirl who was close to her face had a microphone attached to the lens as her voice was bursting out of the speakers, so everyone could hear it.

She wasn't just losing the match.

She was being claimed.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel squeezed Vicky with her legs when Rose's legs began to tremble spasmodically. As if she wanted to squeeze her while accompanying her in that fulmination. Excited by the wet spot that formed on her leotard as a warning of the inevitable, and she pressed her mouth harder against that womanhood to drink all her nectar.

It was her first time tasting a German woman, and she was more than pleased.

With each kiss, the passion became more unbridled, and Victoria Rose's orgasm was reserved only for her punisher's mouth. Who even let out a few tears of pleasure as she savoured the taste of love she had sought so long.

Gabbie knew that a woman as mentally fragile as Victoria would not last long in such erotic submission, so the outcome was obvious to her from the moment she pinned her to the canvas. But what a way for Victoria Rose to lose her dignity—the brunette's body lost control, trembling until she collapsed, powerless, in the grip of a rougher version of herself. And Gabriel, like the queen she is, loved the idea of being the first to dethrone her. Maybe the blonde didn't participate in the tournament! But being the first to defeat such a strong woman was not a bad thing; on the contrary, it was the most exciting thing: knowing that SHE was the first to take her down in front of so many cameras, that she will be the one she will never forget, the one she will have to overcome. The one Victoria will dream about for a long time...

However, Victoria may have been exhausted after that fulmination. Too bad Gabriel didn't stop drinking because of it. She didn't stop until she licked the last drop from that flower. And with her last big tear, she ran her tongue along the line under those hips.

Exhaling a small cloud of steam, her eyes glazed over, and with the smile of a little girl who got what she wanted most, the queen spoke as she rattled her hands over each bubble of her enemy. She didn't open the bodyscissor, of course, but she did let Victoria's body rest its weight on her face, and her hair spread out on the canvas.

“Enough?” she asked as drummed her hands on their booty.

[Victoria]

Victoria was gasping for breath, her lungs burning as she lay sprawled on the mat. Her chest heaved with every shallow inhale, the aftermath of the brutal exchange still rippling through her body. Her eyes slid closed, not from peace but from sheer exhaustion, trying to shut out the spinning lights and roaring crowd that blurred around her. Every muscle in her body quivered, numb and powerless.

In sharp contrast, Gabriel towered over her with an unsettling calm, barely showing a trace of fatigue. If anything, she looked amused...hungry for more. Her confidence radiated like heat, and her smirk only deepened as she leaned down, giving Victoria's backside a playful smack that echoed like a taunt. Then another. And another rhythmic, like she was tapping out a beat on a broken drum.

Gabriel cooed, her voice saccharine sweet but laced with domination, her tone more humiliating than comforting.

Victoria whimpered softly. She wanted to respond with venom, with fight, but her body betrayed her. Every time Gabriel’s fingers brushed against her skin, her thighs, her hips, anywhere, the sensation sent another involuntary shiver through her. Her limbs refused to cooperate, as if the very core of her strength had been drained.

“Y-You... you're a monster...” she breathed, her words cracked and barely audible over the deafening crowd. “In the ring... you look so innocent... b-but...” Her voice faltered, trailing off into incoherent murmurs. Only Gabriel, looming close, could catch the broken fragments of her protest.

Victoria was still locked in the devastating hold Gabriel had trapped her in earlier, her limbs twisted and pinned with perfect precision. Yet it wasn’t pain that overwhelmed her now. Nor pleasure. Just emptiness. She lay there, unable to fight, unsure if the match was over, or if this was just another lull before Gabriel unleashed something worse.

Time felt meaningless. The crowd might as well have been miles away. All Victoria could feel was the weight of her opponent’s dominance, and the crushing reality that, right now, she wasn’t the one in control.

Whatever pride she had walked into the ring with had been stripped away. She wasn’t the hunter anymore.

She was the prey.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel waited for the next part.

“But...? ... Yes, go on, love,” she insisted.

Flirtatiously, the blonde's fingers traced spirals and rivers across Victoria's buttocks. Exquisitely soft, she was like firm candy, shiny to the eye, seductive to the touch, and delicious in the mouth. Gabriel couldn't take her eyes off the crotch covered by that red fabric, the stain in the middle, and the sweat beading on the skin of this beautiful, rude woman.

Meditating on the obvious, Gabriel ended up with one hand on the canvas, the other on Victoria's calf, and looking up at her dark head, she smiled before squeezing the tendon in that area.

An exposed body is usually very sensitive, a fucked one even more so. Now, how sensitive would the body of a humiliated girl be, displayed in a shameful pose and with her ass at the mercy of such a virtuous mouth?

“Buuut I'm no-a-jobber? Right?” she crooned, settling in to continue. “That's what you meant about me, right, love?” She said, cutting off Vicky's words to her advantage with playful cheekiness.

The referee hasn't yet intervened and may never do so. And it does not appear that any requirements have been met to end the torment of the female home wrestler.

“Monster is an insulting word, you know?” She slapped that butt. She added pressure with her bodyscissors to get those bad vibes out from Victoria's body through her mouth, in the form of drool and gasps by crushing.

Gabriel would kill everyone to be able to put that famous expression of pleasure and pain on Rose's face. This face with their tongue hanging out of the mouth, dripping strands of saliva, while their eyes are so tired...

Meanwhile, she lifted Rose's left thigh onto her biceps.

The audience was already whistling and cheering for her sinful intentions.

“But I am a monster to you,” she nodded, tilting her head to one side as her eyes stared intently at the back of Vicky's neck. Bright and piercing, so much so that the cameraman's skin bristled, and she swallowed hard at what was coming for Victoria Rose.

“So I'll behave like one...” She drew huge circles on one of her buttocks. The offense burned in her voice, exaggerated, dramatic, and insincere.

Her finger made large circles on the canvas that was Victoria, pressing as if it were a real marker, and showing how pompous this German's rear end is. It was a delight to see and a pleasure to touch.

“I won't be affectionate with you anymore.” She tilted her head to one side. “I won't ask you if you want me to continue,” Gabbie dropped her head on her other shoulder before resting her whole palm on that buttock, squeezing it as if she wanted to bite it, and finally spanking it to appreciate that pretty red mark on such white skin. “I won't even try to love you the way I want you to love me.” She admitted in a defeated tone.

With her free hand, she shook her own blonde hair, arranging it into a single smooth and silky layer before dividing it with her finger and throwing each layer over each buttock, covering Rose's flanks as if it were a curtain.

“Instead... I'll be that monster who, in the ring looks sooo innocent, but... is the complete opposite of you, darling.” She smiled ruthlessly, hiding her grimace behind those white mountains that were Rose's butt.

She wrapped the other thigh of Vicky from below and squeezed both buttocks as if she wanted to merge with that beautiful, sensitive skin. Using her as a pillow and devouring her were no longer options...It was a necessity!

“So you can scream ‘it feels so good!’ a thousand times, love.” The audience roared with laughter at her imitation, even emulating Vicky's German accent. “I will not stop to you recover so you can receive more from me.” The Brit girl threatened. “I will break your spirit from the depths of your being outward.” The Queen foreshadowed “And I will make you my puppet.” And Royal Viper warned.


She bit her lips to moisten them.

“So Sayonara, Vicky.” Her teeth glistened with pleasure. The university clamoured for a second round for Victoria's queue. “I'll make you fantasize about my very monstrous mouth for the rest of your life, you stupid.” That insult slipped out; she doesn't usually say those things!


“YUM!” She comically bit Victoria's pussy.

Her lips wrapped around her teeth, so it must not have been much different from a shark bite. Disturbing, yes! But not painful. The leotard would still be wearing Vicky's womanhood, but that wasn't a problem for Gabriel. For now, it was convenient for her to prepare Vicky with a massage from her curious mouth before breaking down its only wall.

[Victoria]

Victoria was panting, gasping for energy, but the moment she heard the girl’s voice, the same voice that had been tormenting her all along and even went deep into her pussy and made her orgasm on the mat, she knew it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. It was far from done. She was far from done...

Vicky caught every single word the girl spat right into her face, the crowd falling silent in anticipation. Everyone knew this was no simple defeat or small humiliation. This was going to be a full-on reckoning. And Once the girls on top burried her face deep into her crack again...Vicky knew it was just the light punishment she had suffered before.

And then it began. The girl’s voice was sharp and relentless, her words cutting deeper than any physical strike ever could. She prowled around Victoria like a predator savoring the moment, savoring the control. Victoria’s heart pounded, not just from exhaustion, but from the sheer weight of the humiliation closing in.
The blonde girl Gabriel started to swirl her tongue deep onto her clit, touched every gspot she could find while at the same time start to bite on her lips and made Vicky not only scream but also moan so loud, since the playful bite and suck, took it to the next level of her being humiliated.

Sweat dripped down Victoria’s forehead, mixing with the dirt and grime of the fight. Her fists clenched tighter, trembling as the realization dawned on her: the battle was no longer just about strength or skill. It had turned into a war of wills. Her breath hitched, a mix of frustration and something else swirling inside her, a desperate, fierce determination to not let this break her.

The crowd held their breath as Victoria’s moans and protests echoed through the arena, carried by the microphone close to her lips. Her voice was shaky, vulnerable, but filled with defiance.

“Please... please... no... no... I didn’t mean it like that! I meant... to say... OH NO, NOT THAT... PLEASE...It feels so good!” Her words stumbled out, barely coherent, her mind teetering on the edge of losing control of holding her orgasm in just after being licked and bite for such a short time.

And in that moment, something inside Victoria shattered. She was on the brink of breaking down, but somewhere deep in her, a fire ignited.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel listened to every moan, groan and howl from Victoria in great detail. Her head moved up and down in a lilting sway. Vicky's leotard could barely hold on, pushed deep into her femininity as if Gabriel's tongue were using it as a condom. That muscle was as strong as it was fierce to do that to Rose's only protection right now.

The words came rushing out of her victim's mouth; the poor rookie's pelvis trembled to the rhythm of that fierce tongue. The kisses that adorned the cunnilingus were doing Vicky's order of priorities no favour (had gone from begging to clamouring for more). Or so Gabriel assumed, because that brunette even repeated the phrase that buried her status before her university and elevated Gabriel's in their country.

Perhaps the German was hitting rock bottom with so many thrusts in her pussy, so Gabriel decided that to take her to the peak, it wasn't enough to just leave her on the verge of one. She had to make her want more! She has to make her feel so desired, as if having her so subjugated is a reward for an abuser! Therefore, Gabriel released the bodyscissors hold.

Gabriel tucked her own legs under Vicky, to kneel comfortably behind her and lifted that lovely, pert bum as she spread Rose's legs into a vertical split so that the flower opened fully to her lustful tongue.

If this went as the green-eyed Viper wanted, Gabriel would condescendingly reward Victoria with something more intimate.