L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

All things considered, being smothered out was not one of the worst ways Audrey had suffered. In most cases, she could even enjoy having another woman's chest in her face. But this time, Gabriel wasn't playing around. Her arms locked behind her head, leaving her with no way to resist or fight back, cutting her off from valuable oxygen. And then Audrey could feel the weight on her face getting heavier. And heavier. And heavier! A start contrast from the heaven she'd just been provided...

But the weight on her hips was gone... so Gabriel must have been arching herself forwards to apply this much pressure. Which was rather easily confirmed by the sudden cheering of the crowd; there must have been quite the angle on the screens.

That missing weight would not be gone for long, however; Audrey let out a muffled gasp as Gabriel's lower half came crashing back down upon her, the redhead's feet kicking up off the mat in response.

And then it happened again, met with similar results. Each drop gave Audrey some much needed breathing room, revealing her red, sweaty face briefly, but any air she was able to absorb was promptly forced back out of her again with the next drop.

After five, no more drops came... And instead, she was back at square one, with Gabriel's legs against her sides and breasts in her face. Worse off, even, with her hands still pinned behind her head. Her squirming resumed, albeit diminished with lesser access to her arms and a more sore stomach.

"Now, just let yourself go~. I promise to take good care of your body."

Gabriel's taunt - tease, promise, whatever you want to call it - had Audrey squirming with a bit more urgency. She let out a muffled, panicked "No!" but it was unclear if anyone could hear her, smothered as she was. Gabriel wanted her to pass out entirely, it seemed... and what would become of her, then? What did Gabriel consider 'taking care of her body?' She couldn't lose that way, at least... but who knew what she'd be waking back up into.

But even with that additional pressure, Audrey could feel herself growing weaker, more tired. Her squirming began to slow, her kicking less fierce, her energy fading... she mustered her strength for one more buck attempt, but if that failed, it wouldn't be long before she was smothered out...

Gabriel had it close. No matter how much her opponent babbled and trembled, she held on to her, waiting for the sounds to be muffled in her chest and the twitches to become imperceptible. She savoured every attempt to escape as a sweet. Resisting unwaveringly as Trovita's body assimilated its new role.

In a final attempt, Audrey's body arched upwards, lifting the queen's body for a few seconds, but the weight of the viper brought Trovita's back down to the canvas as if in a final sigh. Inert, appeased. Trovita became just an unconscious girl beneath a bad girl. But the queen didn't believe it, tilting her head to one side, waiting to feel another movement, but there was none; she broke her grip to slide her fingers over Audrey's palm, to see if that would cause any reaction, but it did not.

"You have to let her go!" the referee ordered.

"Hm... Alright~."

She replied, more to herself than to the official, sat on Audrey while the referee inspect, checking to see if Ginger was still able to fight. However, Gabriel knows what she's doing, she knows when to let go, and she knows when her opponent is just unconscious—she leaned over her, opened her mouth with a squeeze of her cheeks, covered her nose and gave her a kiss of life to re-inflate her lungs.

"There you go!"

Then she took her by the hands and forced her to get up off the canvas. She didn't know if Audrey was conscious now or if she was still in wonderland. In any case, she took her by the nape of her neck and lewdly assess her condition.

The titantron screens would project the profile of the two of them—how Gabriel tilted Audrey's head towards her to check her condition, analyse her lips, thinking many things, none of them good for Audrey. And the audience knew it because they could see it in that joyful, sadistic look of the wicked heel.

The queen puffed out her chest and rested Audrey's face on her cleavage, tucking her nose nicely between them and holding her in place with one hand. Whistles and cheers would fill the ring, along with suggestions from the fans.

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If things turned out the way Gabriel wanted, then she would have no problem wrapping her other arm around Trovita's head.

"*Whispered* There now, darling... it’s all over. See?"

She wanted to calm her new friend's nerves, slowly pivoting from side to side. Savouring the hug she gave her, before detonating a knee to her stomach! using every muscle to power that explosive hit, ready to carry her on her knee for a few seconds before calm down.

"That’s the first one... fancy another?" She laughed sadistically.

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She had thought it once already in this match, and as Audrey lost consciousness under Gabriel's chest, she thought it again: There were worse ways to go.

Even so, it was far from relaxing. Her final thought was to simply hope she was still clothed when she awoke. Though her body slowly lost all energy and will to move, her panicked heartbeat continued to race even beyond the point where she could even recognize anymore. But being rendered unconscious also robbed her of further external sensory input, and eventually even her heart slowed to a crawl.

Fast asleep, Audrey would not respond as the referee checked on her. Whether Gabriel was allowed to interfere, or whether the referee cared, was unclear; regardless, the breath of life pushed into the redhead succeeded in rousing her from slumber, her fingers twitched, her eyes fluttered slowly open, and that was enough for the referee to back off.

Audrey was still lightheaded, face red and warm, as she regained consciousness and Gabriel pulled her to her feet. She wobbled briefly, still too unaware of her surroundings to maintain her balance. It was fortunate, then, that Gabriel snared her by the neck to lend support. (Or was it?)

The moment Gabriel set Audrey's head into her chest, the redhead realized how uncomfortable she had been without the softness she now enjoyed. But where had it come from? Still in a bit of a haze, Audrey lifted her heads upwards to see a blonde woman looking down at her. Recognition sparked awareness, and the fog began to clear; but it was too late. By the time Audrey was lucid enough to remember where she was and what had just happened, her face was already neatly tucked into Gabriel's breasts and held there by both arms.

It didn't hurt, though. Certainly not. But it did, once again, have the redhead fighting for every gasp of air she could steal. And while her awareness had returned, her energy had not. Her hands found Gabriel's waist, more to help support herself than to push away.

Playing catchup took too long; a heavy *thud* to her stomach forced whatever air she'd collected back out, her breath sudden and warm into Gabriel's chest. The redhead's eyes were wide, feet momentarily leaving the ground, suspended by the knee in her gut, before she was allowed to plant her shoes back on solid ground.

"That’s the first one... fancy another?"

Audrey again looked up into her captor's eyes, muttered something muffled and incoherent, before finally shaking her head back and forth; a clear no, even with her limited range of movement. Whether or not that would mean anything, though, was up to the blonde.

The first knee strike suspended Audrey. Exposing her backside to view as her body hung for a few seconds on that edge, lifted off the canvas by the woman's strength, and bending around that knee strike as if she were a broken sandbag.

Gabriel did not let her feet return to the canvas immediately; she wanted to feel the weight of her opponent on her knee, she wanted to savour the repercussions of her blow on Trovita. A groan from the spectators reverberated, feeling the beating. After that display of her intentions, the queen expected a very simple and direct response from her opponent, and Audrey obliged, shaking her head desperately, but that only made Gabriel smile, pleased and amused, as the redhead's nose rubbed against her captor's skin and fabric, euphoric with her attempt to beg no.

"Alright~, then so be it, love."

She commented, passing judgement—her left knee then rebounded towards Audrey's stomach. That leg sought to sink into her abs, bending them inwards and taking the impact out through her back. She also wanted to feel those blurred squares on her own skin, and carry her as her right knee did.

"Two!"

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The heel exclaimed, letting Audrey's feet return to the canvas. She gripped her head tighter, burying her nose in a headhug, smothering her, while her right leg recoiled, bending her knee to bring it forward, and calculating the imminent attack—she shot forward like a pendulum propelled by sheer euphoria, hammering those attractive abs and moulding them to the shape of her beautiful, smooth knee.

"Three~."

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She exclaimed playfully. She planted that leg on top of the canvas again. A gasp escaped her lips, filtering some of the heat. She gave Trovita's body a few long, heavy seconds. If there was no strength left in Ginger to stand, perhaps it was because her head was hanging from the queen's loving embrace.

The other leg shot up with more power than she could give, bending Audrey's stomach and lifting her higher. So much so that the queen had to loosen her grip to allow Audrey to float on the tip of the lunge.

"Four!"

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She roared. She buried Trovita's nose in her cleavage again, quickly lowering her leg. She squeezed her head in a conciliatory hug, feeling her lips on her skin.

"More~," she murmured, sucking her face between her breasts as she balanced on one leg. The queen did not look tired. It was the right leg's turn— The queen's right knee would be a powerful one, the strength of her hips and back adding up, ready to break the record set by her left knee. The queen would go deeper, crashing Audrey's stomach against her back as her abdomen contorted into the shape of that blunt edge. That leg wanted to push Trovita further, wanted to make her jump over the knee when she reached the limit, only to fall back on it, ending her turn with a double blow. Carrying Trovita would be a challenge now.

"Five!"

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If the queen completed the ordeal, she would not let Audrey go.

Audrey had slowly been coming around by the time that first knee strike impacted her gut. It did, however, help speed up the process greatly. Trapped there with her face in Gabriel's bust, the redhead had no delusions that her adamant 'no' would actually grant her mercy.

And she was half correct; the strike that came next still hit her, but aimed a bit higher. The result, however, was the same; the redhead lifted off her feet, body bending itself around Gabriel's knee as she drove it hard into Audrey's body. Momentum wanted to carry her backwards, but arms wrapped around her head kept her firmly in place.

Which left her vulnerable to a third blow, Gabriel alternating which legs she used and, with them, where she targeted. As she hit the ground again, Audrey's legs stumbled; her weight leaned into Gabriel, pushing her face even deeper into the blonde's bust. She was given a few seconds, which allowed her to regain her balance, legs still unsteady but able - for now - to hold her weight.

That changed when the fourth blow landed. Her feet angled sideways on the landing; she remained upright purely due to Gabriel holding her up. The blonde had even eased up on the hold in order for Audrey to feel the full brunt of the blow, but she was buried so deep that she still did not create any room to breathe. Meanwhile, Audrey's arms wrapped around her own midsection, weakly and belatedly attempting to shield herself.

The fifth impact managed to land below Audrey's improvised defenses, once again folding her entire body around Gabriel's knee with her heaviest strike yet. This time she let out a muffled Oof..., her eyes tearing up from the repeated, well-placed impacts. Her head tilted slightly upwards, just enough to look into Gabriel's eyes with her own watery ones. Her limbs were tingly and unresponsive, her entire body weight leaning into Gabriel now, being held in place solely at the other woman's whim.

The final knee strike left her opponent slumped in her arms. Audrey's body hung from the Queen's boobhug. It took some effort, but for the spectators it was already clear—after the knee dislodged Firecracker's flat abdomen, Audrey was no longer able to stand on her own, all that remained were her pleading green eyes begging for mercy. But she wasn't able to appeal to the queen's mercy.

Gabriel felt a slight thrill blush her cheeks; the crimson colour gathered, shining beneath her subtle makeup, and it wasn't pity that moved her. Trovita had not yet touched that side of her. Someone in the stands swallowed hard, knowing what a sadistic look of a viper portended for their favourite wrestler—her eyelids narrowed in response to the tears Audrey used to move her, and her embrace opened, but she was not letting go!

Her green eyes grew brighter, her hands slid up to take hold of her temples, digging her thumbs into her cheeks, and that's when her thin but radiant smile opened slightly to reveal her pearly teeth as she slid Audrey's face upwards. Rubbing her against herself, leaving a trail of moisture on her skin and shirt.

The Royal Viper barely found kinky pleasure in this beating, so she was not going to let go so easily. She would bring that innocent face up to her height while raising one of her knees. Rubbing itself against Audrey's abdomen. Caressing her abs.

"I'm sorry. But I don't want to stop."

She hissed, her hands sliding down Trovita's contours, resting on her cheeks and crossing her thumbs under her jaw. She would force her to tilt her head back as she leaned in, slightly open-mouthed, and seductively poked her own tongue into Audrey's mouth in an invasive but not at all quick kiss.

The Queen sucked her mouth in a movement that was quite compensatory for all the punishment she had given. It was slow, first licking her lips with her tongue, then sliding it inside Audrey's mouth, following the rhythm of a knee that continued to slide over Ginger's abdomen.

It was a fleeting but loving and spicy dance that lasted about 30 seconds. Her own knee would leave that waist alone to participate, letting herself go, moving down until it crossed between the rival's modest skirt. Moving up and down between Audrey's thighs. Gabriel thought about it; she really considered carrying her on her lap and sending her to paradise. However, the kiss was broken, and the queen brushed her tongue across the redhead's face, crossing the tip over the middle of her nose and up to her forehead before returning to the action.

Pleasure comes at a price in coins of pain with her, and she had just given her pleasure.

"Six,"

She murmured. Immediately, her right knee flew into Audrey's abs, crushing her already worn abs.

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"Seven!"

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The same knee bounced towards the girl's guts, entering from the front and exiting from her back.

"Eight."

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The queen tucked the face of her opponent back between her breasts, holding her tightly, before her knee bounced towards her stomach. Making her jump!

"Nine."

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The solar plexus would be next—the queen leaned back to tilt Audrey, crushing her diaphragm with her kneecap.

"Almost there..." She whispered consolingly.

Her knee pulled back. She ceremoniously crossed her hands behind Audrey's neck. They swayed from side to side, playful and pleased. And then, biting her lip, she let it out. She screamed, this time accompanied by the crowd in chorus. She tilted her hips, her right leg swinging back diligently before returning to the front to drive deep into the poor darling's abdomen.

"TEN!"

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The knee would go in, seeking to sink deep into that skin, wanting to bend Audrey's muscular defence, letting the impact out through her back in an exciting rebound.

The queen wouldn't know how much a girl could take this. But she was enjoying the series, and she had a feline curiosity to see how much more Audrey's abs could take this series.

For a brief, fleeting moment, while Gabriel pulled her head upwards and breathing came easier again, Audrey thought perhaps she was being granted mercy. She'd do her part, focusing hard to steady her legs and support her own weight, still slightly bent at an awkward angle with her face still against the blonde's body, until they were once again face-to-face. But something was off... the way Gabriel's knee tenderly brushed against her midsection kept Audrey from lowering her guard entirely.

"I'm sorry. But I don't want to stop."

And there it is, Audrey thought to herself... but rather than the attack she got, Gabriel instead re-claimed her mouth, tilting the redhead's face back to slip her tongue inside. Audrey lightly moaned, half-surprise, half-pleasure, and though Audrey was still wary, she could feel herself relaxing somewhat. The gentle motion of the knee against her gut almost became soothing rather than threatening.

Gabriel then turned up the heat, her knee shifting carefully downwards, teasing between Audrey's thighs and re-igniting the pink blush on her cheeks. The redhead's arms slowly rose and slipped around Gabriel's waist, needing something to hold on to to ground herself. She blinked in momentary confusion when the blonde finally broke off the kiss, instead trailing her tongue up Audrey's nose and forehead, sending a shiver down her spine. Her body arched lightly, pushing her chest closer against Gabriel's, her mouth hanging open with her slow inhale.

And then Audrey doubled over as that knee that had been so tauntingly teasing reared up to blast her in the gut once again, shattering the moment of bliss. Little flecks of spittle flew from the redhead's mouth as her air was driven out of her lungs, eyes wide in surprise, having been coaxed into that false sense of security far too easily.

Another blow, with similar results, this one digging even deeper and bending her forwards, her face involuntarily burying itself in Gabriel's chest as a result. And another blow, taking her off her feet, her skirt flaring from the heavy impact, flashing those in the crowd behind with a brief view of her pink panties beneath.

Yet another blow, growing increasingly more violent, this time drawing out a yelp of sheer paid and causing Audrey to choke and gasp, once again loosing drops of saliva that landed on Gabriel's shirt.

"Ghhh!!" The tenth blow to land was the hardest yet, a choked gasp coming from the redhead as she inhaled just to have it immediately pushed out again. The string of blows to her midsection left her winded; she remained awkwardly bent over, her face half buried in Gabriel's cleavage, legs wobbly and barely able to stand. Standing upright later was sure to be even more uncomfortable; all Audrey wanted to do right now was curl up into a ball, but she was held tightly in place on her feet.

The blows also left Audrey dazed, her eyes half lidded, nearly rolling back into her head. Her arms had dropped back to her sides at some point, dangling there limply, leaving the redhead once again dead weight in Gabriel's arms.

Ten strikes. Ten thunderous strikes made Audrey's body jump, bending her in half and exposing her backside to the spectators behind her. Ten knees crushed the redhead's abs, and now she leans on her rival, her arms hanging down, trembling, her face buried in her enemy's chest, her legs useless. Open for more.

Ten knees that didn't seem enough...

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The viper's eyes glowed, appreciating her grimly. Fascinated and enamoured, the green shone on her face. Her chest was wet with Trovita's drool. The girl's nostrils brushed against the queen's skin, and her sweat mixed with the cheerleader's, and if there was still a breath flowing, it would tickle the queen's skin.

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It was embarrassing. Trovita might need a minute to come back, but what else could the British blonde do now that Ginger was about to faint?

"You're very good at this part. Is it some kind of self-imposed challenge?" she quipped sarcastically.

Her left leg moved back, flexing in preparation for her turn.

"Because I can help you with that." She squeezed the reddish head.

She liked her, but this was her job. One she liked very much.

"I want more from you." She muttered just for her crimson cocktail.

"Eleven"

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The crowd chanted! And the queen's knee swung at Trovita's abs, seeking to revive her with her eleventh jump. The queen would appreciate the eyes she would get after entering her midriff like that.


"Twelve"

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The big girls roared like a storm—the left leg bounced like a festive march, hitting Audrey's navel squarely. Gabriel herself would jump a centimetre with the momentum, as the cameras focused in detail on the red-haired girl's rear, transmitting every bounce of her bum on the titantron screens.


"Thirteen"

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The queen responded to the command, biting her lips with the effort. She crossed her hands under Trovita's neck before detonating this knee strike, as she wanted to give her body more freedom of movement, and also because she wanted to punish her neck and suffocate her with her bust, obstructing her mouth and nose with her cleavage.

In the previous position, at least she could breathe through her nose, but now she couldn't even do that.


"Fourteen"

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Trovita's feet had not yet landed on the canvas when the left knee dug into her abs again. As always, this leg wanted to outdo the other, pulverising her guts with a furious hit. One that made the girl jump higher, showing her entire backside to the cameras before falling again.

There were a few seconds where the crowd fell silent. The queen was breathing heavily, excited, eager to hear the last digit of this series. Unaware of the break she had just made with herself.

"Fifteen"

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With a thunderous gasp, the queen bit her lower lip, dug her fingers into Audrey's hair, and detonated the last knee strike to her guts. Her knee would crash into her belly and come out through Trovita's back, leaving her body bent around this knee. And she wouldn't retreat. Not yet.

Audrey indeed continued to breathe, but only barely. Between the near dozen knee impacts and her face being buried in Gabriel's chest, Audrey was close to passing out again. Her eyes remained unfocused, the only thing she could feel being the pain in her midsection that had been layered upon layered on her. Tears in her eyes made what little vision she had left blurry, even as they were absorbed into Gabriel's top.

The blonde's first words were a blur to the redhead, and it took another sentence to realize the speech was directed her way. With a little effort, she managed to catch the last line...

"I want more from you."

...and Audrey didn't even have time to fearfully anticipate the following blow that hit her! She choked and sputtered yet again into Gabriel's bust, eyes once again wide in surprise, as her body recoiled from the blow. She looked up, teary-eyed, into Gabriel's face, practically begging without words for the torment to cease. She would not get her way.

Her skirt flared with the following blow, and this time the cameras were ready for the show, her plump rear captured as it stuck out, her body folding against another knee impact. But the redhead didn't blush this time; she was too focused on the pain and struggling to breathe to even notice her humiliation being on the big screen.

Gabriel adjusted before the next attack, this time allowing Audrey's body to crumple in such a way that it applied considerable pressure to her neck, causing a soundless cry of despair from the redhead - unable to voice her displeasure, however, as how her face was entirely buried and unable to draw in the necessary air!

She hadn't even landed on the ground yet before a quicker impact forced her back up against gravity, and drawing a silent sob from the trapped redhead. The blow lifted her skirt entirely, the breeze against her ass the only way she was aware of it. Still, her face had begun to turn purple from a lack of oxygen, rendering any blush impossible.

The final blow in this string of attacks left Audrey nearly unconscious, tears now attempting to fall from her eyes and being absorbed before they got anywhere. Her body had bent entirely over the knee that Gabriel had impaled her with, and this time, she did not retract it, leaving Audrey to slump awkwardly over it, that pressure in her neck from being hunched over sending spikes of pain down her spine on top of everything else! She wasn't out, but she was on the edge!

With the edges of her vision blurry and black, all Audrey could do was weakly paw at Gabriel's thighs with the very tips of her fingers, the only sign of life from the sore redhead.

Her left knee lingered; she liked the feeling of rubbing inside Trovita's abdomen, pulverising the fragments of her defences so that there would be no hint of resistance left.

Audrey's beautiful, youthful body hung over that cruel bone. The cameras worked their magic, projecting her rear end onto the screens; others leaned in to capture the profile of the two beast: a wide-angle showing the power of one of them, while the other was just a fragile prey on the verge of becoming a broken toy.

The screens alternated between showing the face of the fragile young lady, buried in the cleavage of the indomitable queen, and showing Audrey's rear angle, now that the angle prevented her skirt from hiding her adorable knickers.

The lady was turning purple as the queen held her in that uncomfortable, humiliating position. The redhead's fingers fell on the rival's leg, perhaps trying to tremblingly beg her to remove her knee. But the inflexible and renowned queen did not know what consideration was. Not when she was having fun. Not when they were in a fair fight.

Some in the crowd swallowed hard—that invincible wrestler looked like a cat with wide eyes against the little bird she held in her claws. Why would she stop now that Audrey Trovita had become her favourite work? How much longer before Audrey's eyes rolled completely back into her head, or lucidity escaped her in a spasm? Or before she admitted that Gabriel was her master? Or before she simply had no way back from this?

These were questions an unyielding and renowned queen would ask herself right now. And she was dying to know the answer.

So her leg finally returned to the canvas. Trovita's body looked like a broken puppet, one of those with only a single string left to hold up her body. A only string that was tied to her head.

The queen's breathing was deep and heavy; the

was firm and ironically protective, and her breast was comfortably supporting Audrey's face. Trovita could hear royal heart if she listened carefully, but that no longer seemed important—the blonde lady took that face by the temples and lifted it above her cleavage; the saliva stains glistened on her shirt, but that didn't bother her; on the contrary, she found it charming. She tilted the other woman's head to see how deeply lost she was.

The queen had to bite her lip; she loved what she now confirmed. But this could mean that Audrey needed help, and she couldn't let the referee take this away from her by knockout. Therefore, she swayed back, took a deep breath, and then at forward, giving her another kiss to breathe life back into the redhead.

Perhaps her diaphragm couldn't work after meeting her knees; this was the most merciful and correct thing to do to compensate her, therefore, while her tongue got involved, swirling inside Audrey's mouth to open it wide inside so that air could circulate into her lungs, encouraging her to stay on her feet.

She would break the kiss only to inhale through her mouth and repeat CPR twice more. Gabriel's mouth would be a wicked and cheeky smile. Her hands would slide down to claim Audrey's neck and caress it, she had given her so much punishment...

Then she sucked her in with a passionate kiss!

Their breasts would press against each other; the young lady's battered abdomen rubbed against the queen's toned, intact abdomen. Gabriel sucked everything from Audrey before breaking the act theatrically to grab her cheeks.

‘“You are going to be mine,”’ replied the queen, pleased with Audrey's new flavour.

Then she returned her to her cleavage...

This was the redhead's fate: to be her toy for the remainder of the episode...

One arm wrapped around Trovita's neck, the other grabbed her hair. The blonde's knees began to bend rhythmically, swaying her hips, shaking her skirt from side to side as she waited for the first of the last digits in this series. One she had always dreamed of finishing!

The queen was so excited that she didn't even realise she was still breaking her main rule with the fans.

And the crowd roared:

“Sixteen!”

And immediately her right knee rebounded against the young lady's battered abs.

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Never do what the crowd wanted.

“Seventeen!!”

Audrey's feet hadn't quite touched the canvas when her left knee stopped her in mid-air, sinking into her midsection until it came out through her back. The punishing embrace tightened. The knee came out of Trovita with impeccable firmness, but the queen was already panting from the effort. But she didn't want to stop either.

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But her desires and theirs were in sync right now.

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“Eighteen!”

The right knee allowed Audrey's body to hang from the embrace, seizing the moment to straighten her with a strike that left her bum swinging like a fairground ride in front of the cameras.

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“Nineteen!”

Gabriel gasped, expelling a cloud of steam from her mouth before biting her lips and obeying. Her left knee hammered Ginger's belly with a power equal to that of her other leg. She didn't know whether to expect a moan, a gasp, or for Audrey to lose consciousness. In the heat, she didn't even look into Audrey's eyes to find out. But there was one more digit, one that Gabriel had longed to hear since she joined LAW and had never been able to hear. Even when she tried with Mama Heel.

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“Twenty!”

But today she heard it clearly.

“Goodbye, love,” cooed the queen, standing up to carry Audrey Trovita. Her right leg arched back as far as her flexible hips would allow, before shooting forward to meet the area below Audrey's waist.

It wasn't pointing at her navel; it was pointing at lower than her belly, even lower than her belt...

No one saw it coming...

The Queen's knee slammed right into her rival's pussy!

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The impact would be loud; the crowd would hiss at the devastating blow; even the cameras would recoil 5 centimetres. The Queen's kneecap cut through those soft thighs like a blade, digging into her skirt to strike a woman's most sensitive spot and completely break down this stubborn redhead.

Audrey's skirt would be shaken as that pelvis floated, pushed and carried by that knee. Spectators would grimace and hiss in pain as they watched the cruelty.
The knee would remain there, carrying Audrey's hips for the cameras.

The queen's breathing became very agitated; smiling, she murmured with little clouds of her breath adorning her lips with each word.
“Rest~.” The Royal Viper finally released her head. “You’re going to need it,” allowing Audrey slides towards her feet