The Midas Touch, Episode 6: Electrum

[Monsy]

The cascading eyes gleamed at the thousand-eyed spider of peering eyes. Ditzy was full; her throat pinched, so she’d breath through a straw and close her eyes. Both hands doubled-down on prying Electrum’s hands, and she shook her head at the call for violence, piercing through the soundscape like blared through a megaphone. “N-NO Ditzy thinks she’ll pass!!” Her voice croaked.

A speed-wrought chill racked her body as she threw, then came down. The steel might as well bisect her. Her stomach was the fulcrum, with everything feeling like it punched her lower spine. She gagged, too spent to scream, but her eyes bulged, mouth opened and stuck ajar. Breathing was shut off for the next few moments; no matter how hard she sucked in, the pain of the barricade stopped any exhale. So her hands piled on the round and cold surface, her toes peppering the ground, but when they bore weight, they shivered. Her knees slammed as one, and she fell onto her knees, unravelling from the barricade to kneel before it and hold her stomach with two overlapping forearms. And her forehead nestled against the metal support bars, heaving, gasping, coughing and still lightly choking.

[suplexwolf95]

Electrum didn't even flinch as Ophelia was nearly split in two. Her lusty eyes became cold and she stared at the writhing pinkette. She only glanced back to Rose Gold and bent down and grabbed Ophelia's pink hair. She dragged the girl like a cavewoman from the barricade to the apron. When she approached, she slung Ophelia against it and then grabbed her by the neck. With an impressive feat of strength, Electrum used one hand to pick Ophelia up and set her on the apron.

Electrum's fingers tightened around Ophelia's neck for a moment. Then, she exhaled and with much more care, bent Ophelia forward and tucked her neck against her shoulder. Then, she grabbed Ophelia by the knees and hoisted her upside down. She spread the woman's legs once the pinkette was in the muscle buster position and stepped forward.

He pussy was on display for the entire ravenous audience. However, there was only one person who Electrum was splaying Ophelia's legs for. Rose Gold would only need to lean a little it over the top ropes to get a taste of the beaten and battered challenger.

[SuckerPunch]

"Oh my! For me?" She asked as if she had just walked into a surprise party that she'd known about for weeks.

"I'm flattered! You went through all this work to prepare her for me, it would be rude of me to not have a little..." Rose Gold approached the ring ropes with an eager sashay of her hips. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth with an almost innocent eagerness. But there was nothing innocent about how her golden eyes were locked on the thing she wanted most in the world... For the next few moments, at least.

"Mmmn. What a wonderful gift!" She all but shuddered as she admired Ophelia's exposed body. A finger extended to trace the line of her inner thigh. Her fingernail tickled along the perimeter of her abused pussy. It had been stomped and slammed and battered. The delicate appreciative touch of Rose Gold might have been a welcome pleasure- If it hadn't been such an ill omen.

The crowd roared, demanding the indecency they had been slavering for! The official stood in the ring, dumbfounded. The match hadn't begun. She couldn't help.

Rose Gold placed her palms on either side of Ophelia's sex. And she took a moment to admire her for what she was. An object. "Such a soft, pretty girl. You were never meant to be a wrestler, honey. Here-" Her fingers curled around her groin, pressing into the swell of her ass. They massaged her surely aching glutes as they gripped the exposed flesh. "Let me show you what you are good for!" The tips of her thumbs kissed atop the line of Ophelia's slit. They pressed down onto her flower. Spread. And forced it to bloom.

And Rose Gold's expression was like a kid on Christmas as it disappeared within the scalding hot pink flesh hidden betwixt Ophelia's lower lips. Her eyes closed as she savored the taste of the unfit contender. Slurping and suckling lewdly as she subjected her to the most talented mouth in the league. All while Electrum held her helplessly aloft. On display. In forced ecstasy.

[Monsy]

Much of her will to fight ended after crashing over the barricade. Disorientation, dizziness and barrings were slipping. She felt little more than pain in every orifice, like the air itself was scalding flame and needles prodded every section. Even her hands trodded on nails. Then she was yanked. They dragged a broken doll and she felt some cushion, no matter how little with being against the apron. “Please… Ditzy… Grk!” Both hands slung over their wrist as she was lifted up, and it felt like her head and body became two separate entities, then forced back together when placed on the ring’s lip. Her brain and motions broke down, and she looked onward with dizzied cascading eyes. She was folded, her nape against the shoulder and ankles propped by her head. “C-Can’t move…” She babbled.

All these moments mended together into this stew of bad memory. She was trapped inside a hell, and the devil herself sent shivers up her spine, her nape into crawling quicksand, and her body into deeper, deeper heat. “H-Hah…” The soothing feeling of dancing fingers, whether they traced, prodded or squeezed the reddened globes that both hurt and pleasured. The crowd’s cheer stabbed deeper than she’d ever known. This was no longer the drunken state where their shouts were like noise, and she could keep on dancing. It was a sober, harsh dose of everything she never wanted. Reality. The thumb brought her back, and she felt this burn inside her face and thump inside her chest. Her womanhood was moist, and parting the pink folds exposed a light glisten like moonlight upon a pond. “H-Haahhh… Nooo! I w-w-want out n-now! H-ah!” Her lower lip churned into her mouth, and she sucked on it. The tongue took its dive and exploded her body into a world of warmth, weakness and pleasure. All that pain now left her touch-starved for anything but. She had little energy to even writhe, except the passing shudder inside her hips, and the suckle reaped this free-fall moan as she shut her eyes. It was growing unbearable. How much longer…

[suplexwolf95]

Electrum held Ophelia in place, steady like the two of them were statues while Rose dove into the delicious pussy. aAs Ophelia was on display to the whole crowd, so was Rose Gold's perfect body on display to Electrum. While the audience basked in Rose sucking out the last of Ophelia's soul through her dripping pussy, Electrum could admire every inch of Rose. The way her chest swelled as she breathed, the shapely curve of her hips as she bent over, every beauty mark, every indentation of outfit against plump flesh.

"Mmmmm...."

Electrum couldn't help but hum in appreciation, even as Ophelia began to slobber from her pussy. As she could see what Rose was doing, just fromt he subtle shift of her hips, she could feel how close Ophelia was from bubbling over by the reverberations of her jostling. Though she was stuck in place, and she could not move, her body ever yet betrayed her.

Electrum's hips shifted and pressed against each other, trying to hide her own building heat.

[SuckerPunch]

She worked the woman as if she were an instrument. Rose Gold's eyes closed as her head swayed between Ophelia's spread thighs, humming. She was possessed by the energy and music she was creating within the depths of her victim's most intimate places. She eagerly rubbed the tip of her button nose against her entrance. She happily coated her scalding hot silken flesh with a concoction of her own saliva and Ophelia's undeniable lust. She was lost in the only thing she enjoyed more than hurting her opponent... Humiliating them!

Electrum could see the shifting of the Lightweight Champion's hips from just past the ropes in front of her face. The line of her inner thighs blushing with arousal. Her black attire grew darker and subtly dampened with her own arousal. And she could hear the wonderful concert that was being performed for her. A chorus of moaning, panting, whimpering, and sucking.

Ophelia's mind was nearly as gone as Rose Gold's. Her resistance little more than dishonest pleas for the Champion to stop. They fell upon deaf ears as Rose Gold's palms flattened against her inner thighs and encircled her vulva. They separated, spreading her wide as Rose Gold's mouth captured her. The tiny blonde's lips and tongue subjected her to relentless stimulation. As Electrum painfully pulled her legs apart and kept her folded up and upside-down. The blood would rush to her head, further separating her from her senses.

Her lips pursed, encircling the trapped woman's clitoris. She sucked gently as her head shifted just as slight, peeling back its' protective hood. And when it was as exposed as the rest of Ophelia, she attacked it. Her tongue surrounded it with pleasant, wet warmth. Stroking and caressing what felt like her very soul. She was pulling something out of her that Ophelia had likely never felt... Not like this. And never by someone like this.

The final phase of her indecent kiss would break her near immediately. But even after that, she wouldn't stop!

[Monsy]

Something about this predicament squeezed her into feeling like a machine of shattered glass. One conglomerate of parts that hung on loose nuts, bolts, hinges and twine, jostling around in its very limited freedom from twitching fingers curling into soft palms, toes scraping against the soles of her boot, and her eyelids clamming to shut-out the outside world. She overheated between her legs, chest and face until she was steaming inside a pleasure sauna. Even a warm tongue was dropping an ice-cube on her demanding womanhood, and left a flake of sugar on her sweet tooth that beckoned a moan to river from the banks of her drooling mouth.

“G-Ghh… H..H..ha.h..”

And like any overworked machine, it would begin to stutter. Little hiccups in her moaning voice as Rose asserted two hands and parted her folds. There was a nice sheen to be basked in. To taste, like lapping a crystal-clear fresh-water stream. It wrought a buck. Ophelia ushered a small scream, “A-AAH-'' There was a small buck. She could feel the shockwave tickle her and send butterflies and a honey spell that ended with the girl purring a sweet silk-soft moan with her head dipping back. Being spread did little to scream her soaring hamstrings, nor did her blood-drunk skull feel the headache pulse, but a fuzzy carnal cocktail that had its way of relaxing her body into a passive acceptance. “A-AAhhh.. .chuuu…”

Her mind still frenzied to recoup, hold on, keep it in. Just. Think.
Most of what she exerted was completely reactionary. Involuntary. There was a rope to chase and it stayed just out of reach. It didn't take long before that distance doubled. She was losing herself in a high tide of ecstasy, so full that it overflowed out her pussy, and the work applied reaped equal rewards as she began to scream, “H-Hold on! C-Can’t h-hold it!...”


Higher and higher her body wept of need, sweat and cum. The flicks on her unprotected clit broke a wall inside her. It dashed the ropes of catching that rope and reeling herself in. Her mind felt numb. She was floating. And without even a passing thought when her toes, fingers and chin tucked close to the body - she broke. “H-HAAAAAAH…” A gush of squirt padded from her swollen entrance as the pink-haired woman was crushed into shivers and spasms that she even felt in her teeth. Her mouth laid ajar, head thrown back with her eyes; hips jostled and flickered, with her arms kept close over her chest, hugging herself almost with tensed up hands. She sputtered out with spit and puppyish whimpers, tears within her eyes and burning scarlet over her face. “N-Noo…” There was little coaxing what she felt with all who laid eyes on this. Normally they all could be shut out. But right now, their voices of approval, even if she can’t see the source, was oh so vivid. Was it a rush of exhilaration or shame? That pump inside her chest. That she didn’t know… Any chain of thought became a stew. It was just enough to pant, and simply absorb with her lost-wet gaze and rattled spirit.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold was relentless as she lured out Ophelia's most lascivious desires. Constant pulsing caresses beat upon her succulent pink sex in rhythm with her ever-increasing heartbeat. Electrum was holding her at the perfect height, allowing for the Sinister Siren to sample her with barely a crane of her neck. And with Ophelia's legs splay, the foul temptress had unfettered access to every curve and contour of her dripping delicacy.

"Mmmmn~~" She moaned inside of her, filling her up with her voice! Ophelia could feel Rose Gold's satisfaction with her body as it reverberated and tickled her inner walls. For all of Rose Gold's dark sadism, she ate pussy with an almost subservient eagerness to please. It was, of course, subservient to her own insatiable hunger, but a woman could be forgiven for confusing it for love.

She rocked with every one of Ophelia's spasms. She harmonized with every one of her moans. And when the woman finally broke, she lavished in her gushing orgasm! Not shying away from letting her shameful release splash against the back of her throat and run down her cheeks. Rather than drinking it, however, she allowed it to run out of her mouth. To flow like a river back down the curves of Ophelia's upturned body. To coat her in her own undeniable pleasure.

With a lick of her lips, she took a step back. "Throw the bitch in the ring." She said coldly, the illusion that she'd had any affection for her victim shattered immediately.

[suplexwolf95]

Electrum remained a statue as Rose went to town. Her arms burned, her impressive strength being put to the limit, even as she barely twitched against Rose's pressured licking. The explosion, and Rose's subsequent torrent of juices that dripped left a few splashes of cum dipping onto Electrum. She barely blinked even as the musky aroma of heat tickled her nose. Ophelia screeched like she had been torn in half and, she may as well have been. Unfortunately, for her, she hadn't even been in the match yet.

When Rose finished up, Electrum's nod was equally as cold. Unlike Rose, though, she had not pretended to have any kind of feeling for the broken beauty. She bent her knees and hopped up to the apron and lurched, throwing Ophelia to the canvas with a sloppy, sickening thud. She then looked down and ran a finger along her cleavage, taking a drop of Ophelia's juices and then sucking them off.

"Mmmm~' She hummed and then nodded to Rose.

"Good luck." She said, as if Rose was about to have an actual match. A little smile teased at her lips.

[Monsy]

Ditzy was slack. That orgasm might as well ripped whatever reserve she could muster. Sweet sugar plumes doted on her senses from every angle perceived. The twitch in her legs, drool from her maw and passive stare. Nothing but shattered glass. And when tossed inside the ring, she landed like a wet towel. Her limbs clambered together, hair swept over her face, hooked inside her mouth which battled for air. A hand reached out, clawed and she turned onto her stomach. “Ditzy… Finds this… Rather unfair…” Said in a breathy tone.

If this really was her chance. Now. Then the Ditzy Devil was ready. She just needed to find which direction was up again. Re-discover her knees and hands. How they worked. What was muscle?

When she pushed against the canvas, her arms shook, teeth grit and eyes closed. “Nghhh.”

One knee after the other shuffled underneath her, and with one attempted slide, she collapsed and wrapped an arm around the middle rope so she dangled, looking back over-shoulder with a ghost’s complexion. Just what did she do to deserve this?