The Midas Touch, Episode 6: Electrum

[SuckerPunch]

Rose's position in the ring offered her the best seats in the house. A smug, amused look had taken up a permanent residence on her face. She appraised the cruel disassembly of her would be challenger, abd found sadistic glee in the performance. There was no higher form of entertainment.

"Ugh. And she's exposing herself? Shameless." She waved a hand dismissively, ignoring that Ophelia had no agency in her predicament.

Rose and Electrum's eyes met. Each pair seeking the other. They shone with equal parts approval and mirth. And her cheeks blushed with the unmistakeable heat of arousal. She was getting off on the woman's humiliation.

"Of course she is trite. She is as beneath me as she is you at this very moment! Her existence is an insult to MY Division!" She answered Electrum's call with her venom-tipped tongue. Sharp and disdainful and dangerous.

"She's your toy. Hurt her. Fuck her. Your call. I don't care as long as you put on a show for MY fans. Then, as she agreed, you can lay her in the ring. At my feet." It was a clear an order of execution as anyone had ever been given.

Ophelia's torment was only just beginning...

[Monsy]

The thousands beyond, row by row, became little more than white noise to pat those heat-reddened ears, sucked inside this void inside her head, bereft of anything beyond the three people in her reality. Electrum - who stripped her top and dragged her by the ankles. She yanked her legs back then thrust; her body twisted onto each hip, trying to turn over until that same wish was granted, and she came face-to-face with the second person in her reality. Rose - the one to spoke so volatile, you'd think they were matches within a black powder arsenal. Her eyes narrowed into a razor-sharp glare, then she unfurled an arm, reached and dragged talons - if only to gain ground in her mind.

"You... A-ACH!" Pain exploding inside her back. It torqued on the discs, ground them into dust as her abdominal muscles pulled apart, fragment by fragment, and her hamstrings felt as though they'd snap. Her eyes gaped and, her face melted pale; nausea twisted her gut into knots, and those pitiful lungs wheezed out a squeal as her chin touched the metal surface, and her shorts pulled up to unveil white panties, eaten between her rear. Red soon reconquered her visage. Pink hair was strewn about, a tangent curling into her mouth as the following torque made her moan. "OW..OW, THAT HURTS!"

Her eyes welded shut, so wet with tears that they squelched together, and her extended arm became the hammer that pounded the mat. She became numb; the butterflies sowed inside each new wave of discomfort that she couldn't tell whether she wanted it more… or less.

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Electrcum nodded as Rose gave her command. As she turned back to face the audience, she smiled and listened to Ophelia scream in pain. When she started to pound the mats, Electrum leaned back. She wanted the pinkette to experience the fear of not knowing how far the huge woman would go. She pulled back further. Harder. More.

And then let go and stood up. Electrum then lifted her bood and drove it down into the small of Ophelia's back and bent over. She grabbed Ophelia's bottoms and tore it off her while she continued to step on the woman. She tore off any remaining scraps of dignity until Ophelia was completely naked. Then, Electrum stepped off and grabbed one arm and a fist full of the stringy pink hair. She held on tightly and then whipped Ophelia backwards and into the barricade as hard as she could.

"Everyone is getting a show tonight." Electrum purred, licking her lips.

[Monsy]

The bend of her back felt like cogs within a clock grinding against its partners.

She could almost hear the rub of discs, bone, and muscle tear as the Boston Crab stretched her dainty abdomen, her feet dangled near her head. Then … the floor. It was one hell of a growth spurt. One that got a parting scream as the hold released, and that sensation was worse than the submission itself. Her legs slapped the mats as sacks of worthless skin, her foot shook, kicked to cope while she sucked in, held her gut as mere inhalation singed her belly like magma.

The stomp made her legs jump. Her chin, already vested on the ramp, spat out spit, and she choked on her coughs. The circus of displeasure came for a second tour within her spine, and this time it spread throughout her body, paramount to any feeling of shame. She just had to bite back her tears as those hands rained down. They ripped and ransacked her attire to ribbons, fist fulls that turned her two-piece into swaths of cloth, clung on by strands. Even her bra and panties shared the same fate. The materials rode up her crotch, suffocated her chest and when it broke free, she felt cold as imaginary winds breathed over her body.

Hair screamed against her scalp, and her arm hoisted high, pulled onto her knees, feet, where she enveloped her exposed breasts with both arms, then hobbled to Electrum’s pull. “This isn’t the show I had in mind!” She yelled back; eyes still scrunched to avoid the crowd’s stare. Still, she’d march towards them, almost dash as her feet lifted off the canvas and her left shoulder buried itself into the barricade. It was an explosion of throbs; it wrung her neck with whiplash and irritated when she landed on that same shoulder. Her back was pressed flat against the barricade, so long that the cold became warm, and she shuttered; her face started to burn as the crowd’s noise grew louder and louder. She was to block out the world, focus on what she could do; breath, look with shame-whet glossy eyes and turn on her stomach, then throw an arm forward and lug herself an inch.

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"It's the show everyone else wanted!"

Electrum said the words with a twisted grin as she approached the now battered pinkette. She looked down at the heap and when she was close, she lifted her boot and drove it between Ophelia's legs. She started to grind her foot and then reached over and grabbed the top of the barricade as she roughly foot fucked Ophelia. with one hand gripping the barricade, the other grabbed some of Ophelia's pink hair and then forced her to look up.

"I want more." Electrum said hungrily and then looked at the crowd.

"Don't you?" She asked. Of course there was a roar.

Electrum pulled her foot away and then grabbed Ophelia by the neck and pulled her into a standing position. She held the grip as she pressed her body against Ophelia's and forced the pinkette into a half bent uncomfortable position against the barricade. She then plunged her tongue into Ophelia's mouth, using the grip on her throat to help make sure the woman was inviting.

[Monsy]

This was a blunt knife, digging into her core, almost bruising them. Ophelia’s eyes bulged, nigh out of their sockets. Her eyes leaked, and her tongue sagged from her mouth. She slumped forward against the leg that mauled her pussy. Drool followed and a horrid squeal from a wounded animal. Nausea soon swept from it, as the dull explosion travelled from her core, into her lower back and crawled further like rising water levels. Damn, was it pleasant…

The moment was made ugly by Electrum’s grab, tug to her feet, her chin nestled on top of the skin between her thumb and index. Her hands wedged onto Electrum’s chest, shoved and then mustered a forced grin. That roar brought fresh sobs and renewed clenched teeth, then the cold fire against her back as she was scrunched into the barricade, and her height despised how she bent. Both of her eyes scrunched shut as the weight piled on, moaned even, muffled by Electrum’s plunge into her maw, wet and succulent as Ophelia offered no resistance, nor would she play or lead this dance, but endure and hold out for a breath. Everything was moving too fast…

[suplexwolf95]

Electrum's tongue greedily probed Ophelia's mouth as she slathered every inch of her wet muscle around the inside of the pinkette's drooling oriface. Her grip on Ophelia's neck loosened for a moment as her other hand slid along the girl's naked body. After a few moments of caressing and groping, Electrum's hand found Ophelia's exposed pussy and then, cruelly, the massive blonde jammed two fingers into Opehlia's sex.

Her eyes narrowed as she pulled her tongue from Ophelia's mouth and then gripped her throat tightly. With her impressive strength, Electrum pushed her thumb into Ophelia's clit and then hoisted her in the air, guerilla press style. She put the naked woman on display and her fingers lurched back and forth inside of Ophelia's pussy, slowly agitating the sensitive area while she took a few steps back and showed off the woman like a trophy to the frothing, cheering audience.

"They love you." Electrum breathed. "They absolutely love you." Her words were followed by a sinister smirk.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold watched Electrum work the clearly outmatched wrestler over. Ophelia was little more than a puppet to her. A toy without a will of its own. Ophelia was in the midst of a nightmare... And Electrum was having the time of her life.

When the night began, Rose Gold wanted nothing to do with the other lightweight. But as Electrum had her exposed and helpless... She crossed her arms under her breasts and stomped her foot like a child. "Enough!" Rose commanded from her perch in the ring! Now that Electrum was having fun, she was jealous. Like a little kid.

She pursed her lips and recentered herself. "I meant enough making her feel good! Make her suffer!"

[Monsy]

Everything passed like a drunken stupor. The pain in her back burned and ate, but only registered. The thicket of muscle gave her mouth a tongue bath. She followed along but couldn't muster much beyond taking it. Suffocation of her throat, a finger-hooked noose, half-tied and hell-bent on making the blood tingle in her fingers. It was a tight-rope between conscious and unconscious. A high. This exhilaration spiked when fingers coursed her lithe frame like a river, yet met at one point between her legs, then invaded. The force harvested a squeal. Her hips jerked back into the cold-grey barricade. "A-Ahh! Ditzy finds this a little fas-GACK!" The throat-grip and lift sent her hair into one long drape. Her breasts dangled, as did her legs and arms. The latter gripped Electrum's forearm as she gagged, those fingernails making foxholes in the skin. And the slow work between her legs made them open, then close in rapid, confused motions to fight, relieve, fight… The spot grew damp, with each slick growing smoother as those fingers cascaded. She'd take a deep breath but could only cough, her face burning with her eyes shut. The crowd's roars and proximity were like taking a stick to a balloon. She'd just need to hold out. And every forced moan puttered out with coughs. It was suffering, divine.

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Electrum's eyes widened when she heard Rose's call. Her back was turned to the blonde and ashe smiled at how petulant Rose was. Her fingers stopped wriggling inside Ophelia and she turned her body enough so that when she nodded her head, Rose would see it as capitulation to her whining. Electrum then turned back to the audience and took one more step backwards.

With Ophelia held high in the air, Electrum heaved with all of her might, throwing Ophelia like barrel or hay bail. She wasn't just tossing the naked pinkette, though. Rose wanted her to suffer, so she aimed Ophelia's body so that the woman would fold over the top of the barricade. At such a height and speed, that should cause sufficient "suffering."