Krystal vs Apex: Arena of Dominance

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Krystal stared fearfully into the intense amethyst gaze of the skunk as he approached her with violent intent, her own weapon once again held in his hands, ready to be turned against her. Smarting from the blow to her chest and still trying to get her breath back, she circled, looking for some kind of opening in Apex's guard to get back into the fight.

He never gave her the chance. With speed that belied his heavily muscled physique Apex came rushing forward, faster than the fox girl could avoid in her current state. She tried to step away out of reach as he swung, but Apex was too fast, and too strong.

The first blow of the spear hit her hard in the stomach, doubling her over with a coughing gasp of pain. Before she could make another move a second blow cracked across her spine as Apex delivered a vicious one-two combo.

"AIIIEEE!" she squealed as she second blow struck, and the force knocked the reeling vixen to the ground. Krystal collapsed flat on her front at Apex's feet, groaning in pain, one hand clutching at the small of her back as she lay helpless in the face of her foe's powerful attacks!

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Both strikes thumped heavily into Krystal's lean body, the latter driving the poor girl down to the ground. The audience roars its approval of the strikes, seeing this as the moment the fight begins in earnest. Everything up to this point has been mere flirtation, a back-and-forth dance to feel out one another. But now, it seems the elusive vixen won't be fleeing her fate. Now, things can get truly interesting.

Apex turns to the crowd, arms raising to either side with a smirk. Her spear is raised, overturned, and with a hard pump of the limb, stabbed hard into the earth. He has every intention to make use of it again. But for now, he wants to feel the girl struggling in his own two hands. He always feels more connected to his prey like this. But his prey is rarely ever so beautiful. No doubt the fact that she's breathtaking will somehow enhance the venomous enjoyment for their audience.

Apex lowers himself to his knees at either side of her hips, before easing himself down to rest his hips flush against the curve of her rear, just beneath her tail. The position would be scandalous, in any other context. Though that's not to say he isn't enjoying the feel of her beneath him. Reaching first for her arms, he pulls back to attempt to restrain them over his upturned knees. The action would prop Krystal's upper-body upwards slightly, but not enough to do more than allow her to continue resting. That is, until his hands leave her arms in favor of slipping his palms beneath her chin and jaw.

She has a nice face. Smooth, pretty, delicate. He determines that if he hits her face at all, he'll have to try to be careful about it. Her body will have to absorb the majority of the punishment today.

Apex's hips dig in against the pert curve of her rear, and he slowly, steadily eases Krystal backwards into a camel clutch submission hold. He starts to speak, then seems to think better of it, wanting to wrench a pained cry from the girl first. But the pressure is slow - methodical. He wants her hurt and helpless, but not submitting to him yet.

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Flat on her front, Krystal wanted to move, but right now she didn't have the breath. The roar of the crowd rang in her ears, and she was achingly aware of Apex's shadow falling over her, the skunk looming over his stricken prey.

She let out a short gasp of surprise as she felt him straddle her from behind, knees on either side of her body, his hips resting against her backside in a manner that sent tremors of arousal up her spine. Krystal tried to push those thoughts away, but before she could gather her wits, Apex continued his assault. Her arms were clamped in an iron grip and pulled back, hooked over the powerful fighter's legs and leaving Krystal hanging helplessly. Then she felt his hands circle around the base of her jaw, and he began to pull.

"Unnhhh..." A mewling, high pitched sound escaped her lips at first as his hips pressed into her rear more tightly, their bodies slotting together in the hold. However, any misguided pleasure she might have taken from the grip was quickly extinguished when Apex pulled harder, cranking Krystal's lithe body into a camel clutch hold.

"AIIGHHH!" she squealed, screwing her eyes shut against the pain. He bent her body back, putting her buxom chest on display for the braying fans. Her hands clenched and unclenched, legs kicking uselessly as she found herself utterly trapped, squirming helplessly in Apex's powerful grasp!

[CyanDimitrik]

This is more like it. No weapons. No tricks. Just restraining prey and letting them suffer. The tension in her body can be felt at every point of contact, even, even where his frame meets her tail. He can only imagine how it must look from the front, her slender, toned figure arched backwards, the pain written on her face, watching that pain eventually become panic...

Apex doesn't want her submitting in this. He also doesn't want her to not be afraid of him. So as addicting as it is, feeling her svelte body trapped in this way beneath him, he'll have to change course - subtly. He can't just ease up on the hold and let her hang in his arms. So instead, he begins pulling only in bursts, such as this initial firm pull, lasting several seconds, before easing her down a little to let her breathe. His hips roll against her and he pulls back again, attempting to wrench another scream from her as he pulls her body taut. If she can withstand three of these hard pulls, the third time he eases her down will be the last, letting her settle against the ground beneath him.

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Apex was toying with her, that much was obvious. The powerful skunk eased off his first bend, only to pull her back up after a brief instant of respite, taunting her with jolts of pain. Each time she was bend back Krystal felt her opponent's body press to her, and felt the sheer brute strength that trapped her in this demeaning position. Her mind raced, but she simply lacked the physical strength to challenge Apex from this position. She gasped as the second stint of the submission was eased, her body sagging earthwards in Apex's grip.

But he wasn't quite finished yet.

"NGHHAAA!" Krystal squealed again as Apex once again hauled her pliable body back into the camel clutch, the pain returning with a vengeance. She gritted her teeth in desperation, hands clenching into tight fists as she tried to ride out the hold as best she could. There would be no escape from this unless Apex let go - she needed to outlast the skunk's intentions... at least for now.

After the third wrench of the hold Krystal was finally released from the grip, Apex allowing her body to slump forward against the dirt of the arena floor. Krystal lay limply, groaning weakly in pain. She'd managed not to submit, but that didn't mean the damage wasn't done. Reeling from the sheer strength of Apex's submission she was in no position to do much more than lie there with her opponent still straddling her. Right now Krystal was a sitting duck, and she knew it.

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To make matters worse, Apex was starting to feel rather confident now. Just how badly she'd been beaten up at this point, he couldn't be sure. But the sounds of her groans and the limpness of her body suggests to him that she's ready to be made a spectacle. The audience will get the visual feast it craves, and he'll get to be the one to serve it up.

Still, he can feel some sympathy towards the girl. He isn't sure what she was expecting to find in the arena, but he's reasonably certain she came in thinking things would be different. Perhaps gentler, possibly facing unskilled yokels. She has spirit. She just... maybe leapt in too deep, too fast. And in a way, he's glad he got to be her experience. At least with him, he can make sure - however discreetly - that she's ultimately kept safe. She's going to be brutalized, but she won't be injured. Or worse. He couldn't make the same guarantee with others, who may or may not opt to bring weapons to the pit...

His hand sets to her shoulder, and he pulls back on her to peel her body back from the ground. The hand then moves to her neck, just beneath her jaw to stand her up before him. Her head will be taken beneath his left arm, slinging her left arm behind his neck in return. His right hand will set to her hip, and with a flex of his toned frame, hoist the girl into the air upside-down, suspended and steadied. Unless she struggles free or upsets the hold, Krystal will be turned in a slow circle, her helpless body paraded to the roaring crowd in anticipation for the next hard-hitting move.

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Krystal let out a weak growl of protest as she felt Apex's hand on her shoulder, still trying to portray some semblance of defiance in front of the crowds in the Arena. However, she was powerless to stop him hauling her shell-shocked frame up off the dirt. The grip moved, along her neck to the base of her jaw, sending a shimmer up Krystal's spine at Apex's touch as he effortlessly manoeuvred her into position. Then her head was wrapped under his muscled arm. She felt a hand on her waist... then she was moving.

"Nhh...no!" she blurted in a panic as Apex effortlessly scooped up her nubile frame, her legs flailing helplessly as the powerful skunk turned her upside down with ease, hoisting her skywards. She squirmed in his unbreakable grip, her body still aching from the brutal stretches of the camel clutch.

Her flimsy, silk white skirt flopped down, exposing her golden undergarments for the crowd to ogle to their heart's content. Krystal let out a whine of dismay, her cheeks flushing with blood as embarrassment washed over her. Apex paraded her around shamelessly to the braying onlookers, and the reeling vixen could do nothing but wait for the inevitable crushing return to earth!

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Apex once again finds himself wishing he could see from the audience's perspective; Krystal's svelte body on display, the gold gleaming under the sun. He can only catch it at an angle, but the gold only reinforces the feeling that she didn't know what she was getting herself into. It seemed so pointlessly posh, so conceitedly feminine to wear something so pretty - and yet, it was perfect to him. He would've encouraged the choice. The fighters are meant to be a spectacle, to be "ascended", idealized, even idolized. Even in defeat.

Her protests only drove the crowd more wild with anticipation. In truth, it had a similar effect on Apex. And once that rotation was finished, seemingly effortlessly keeping her body poised in the air, he springs the technique into motion. The right hand pushes inwards to begin forcing her backwards descent while he twists in the air, torquing to reposition himself over her. The vixen is slammed hard into the ground flat on her back while Apex's sleekly chiselled midsection slams down across her bare stomach in a delayed vertical powerslam.

Following that impact, his right arm reached back to hook her left leg against his ribs, his left forearm propping him against the earth, while his back arches to push his abdominals tight across Krystal's belly. It's a pin, but no one will be counting it. This is a matter of submission, and seeing if she's willing to give in to him yet.

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For achingly long seconds Krystal was paraded helplessly around the ring, her undergarments and her body free to be ogled by the onlookers. She whined with humiliation, but Apex had no intention of keeping her up there for much longer. In a breathtaking, fluid motion he sent her falling backwards, his lithe, toned body turning with her. He drove her towards the ground, his own heavy frame following up.

"Unnhhhhhh!" The shrill cry was driven from her body as Apex slammed her to the hard surface of the arena floor. Her arms flung past her head and her legs splayed open, Krystal was driven flat against the ground, her luscious frame pinned down instantly by Apex's heavily muscled body descending on her. His abs crashed against hers, forcing a further gasp of air from the vixen before her body sagged limp beneath him. His power left her reeling, and he felt him swiftly hook one of her legs into a pin position.

Krystal let out a faint moan as she felt his abs press into her, trapping her in place. She lacked the strength to throw him off, but she also knew this match would not be decided by a pinfall. He was trying to get her to give in, and she had no intention of giving him the satisfaction, not so quickly.

Fighting through the pain, she tensed her body to attempt some kind of counter. Reaching forward, she wrapped her hands around Apex's defined neck muscles, and pulled hard. At the same time, she jerked her unhooked leg up hard, driving a knee into his flank in time with her pull. She tried to use her body weight and the impact of the strike to roll their bodies over and turn the tables on Apex by landing on top of him!

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Wham!

And there they lay, with the audience excitedly whooping their approval. But in this particular moment, Apex doesn't care about that. With his back arched, he can finally really feel the vixen's body beneath him - the subtle swell and lowering of her abdomen as she breathes. It's always euphoric to be in this dominant position over an opponent, but in a case like this? Against an undeniably beautiful girl? It just adds more to the allure. It's a guilty pleasure, but one he at least acknowledges he has.

The hand holding her inner-thigh isn't remiss, either. Fingers subtly sift through the fur, brushing her skin beneath. It's like no part of her is wastes or unused, yet she's maintained perfect femininity. His head tilts to look towards her face, taking in the quiet distress... but there's something else in there. It isn't the despair of the defeated, at least.

"Do y-," he starts to ask, only for her to tighten her abdominals beneath him as she curls up, hooking his neck. She bucks and pulls, and in a moment that surprises both predator and audience alike, Apex finds himself repositioned onto the ground beneath her! Suddenly, he's acutely aware of her own bodyweight, the feel of her stomach pressing down across his. It's not an altogether unwelcome sensation, and the crowd is agog at the girl's resilience.

Apex, too, would seem stunned by the sudden change of pace, lending a little hope to Krystal making a comeback. There's certainly truth to it, but he's not in a panic. He's living in the moment; letting the vixen feel that position, primarily over him, the body contact - letting her enjoy that rush. He has no idea what she'll do with it, but it's a moment. A subtle moment, but a moment.