L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Gabriel had backed her opponent into the corner, hollowed herself out with her there and the referee could do nothing to apply the rope break now that a hentai manoeuvre was in progress. The crowd cheered the British beauty on as they told Nicholle to hang on –Not so that she would get more from Gabriel, but because they thought the queen would tire when faced with Nicholle's great legendary stamina–. But who knows how long a milf like her can withstand all of a Pub Queen's inappropriate tricks.

The fight was all about pleasing the fans, using the moves they requested, but right now Gabriel was applying her own and saving those letters for last, as if that desire had to line up behind hers. She had left Nicholle in the corner, held by nothing but the corner and the ropes, had bitten the lip of this married woman and, now, her fingers had slipped between Flanagan's pantyhose like a snake until it reached crawled into Nicholle's womanhood to ring the bell to open the flower of the ex-champion sex symbol. And Nicholle's response to the queen's oh-so-soft, controlling touch only got her to keep going, fucking her with two of her fingers at the same time.

"Come on..." Her touch was delicate, nothing frantic, but always adorned with a thousand turns as if instead of appendages they were a single tongue. "Release yourself from me." She slid up and in again with the same precision of a master. The audience could only watch the movement under the leotard and imagine the rape. "Or am I no longer a copy of you?" She said, intercalating between standing on her tiptoes and not doing so to push her fingers inside her victim even further, lifting Nicholle's hips each time as if she wanted to sit her up and take her off the turnbuckle, rubbing their bodies discreetly.

Gabriel wasn't going to forget that earlier comment from Nicholle Flanagan. If only the milf knew that she was just one of her inspirations: the proof that she could do whatever she wanted in a ring. That no one could stop her if she played smart, not even the referee.

The demonstration that she could enjoy the best female wrestlers, to subdue them and hear them groan at the end of their arduous, short, slow match of attrition. Of how dangerous her hands and body are. All of which led to the conception of this monster, and it was all Flanagan and the other two wrestler's fault for existing and being good fighters.

And they were all going to witness the former retired wrestler going to live Gabriel's finest hour.

She stood on her tiptoes to whisper in the ear, very slowly, hissing each syllable so that it would run deep inside that head.
"Tell me again that I'm a copy of you, please." Gabriel teased, venomous. "I want to know how many times you've put someone in this same position because I'm going to do a lot better, ma'am." Her fingers began to twirl in huge spirals inside Nicholle's cervix, rubbing every part of that flesh in order to find the most sensitive areas. "And because I want to hear you say who your queen is, Idiot." It was the first time she had ever referred to an opponent in a pejorative manner.

Nicholle listened to Gabriel’s demands to call her a queen and mocking her previous insult of calling Gabriel a copy “ngghhh I’ve certainly -oooh- never been in this position only dont it to -ahh Ohhh - other wrestlers “


Nicholles chest was heaving up and down and up and down resisting the urge to not scream and moan as Gabriel had her way with her womanhood , the shiny black fabric moving in rhythmic thrusts and turns the shiny fabric being from the audience nicholles domination , she felt the urge to let go become more and more tempting , “ uuugg guuuh no no uuugg ahhhh huuuuuhhh aah n-no NO! AAH! “ she was past the point of no return , the contractions and spasms in her crotch and groin had began and she futilely attempted to hold all in but it just came Cushing …. “ AAAAAHHh I-IM CUMMING !!!!!! “

Her girl cum came spurting out like a geyser the leotard and hose did absolutely nothing to stop her cum from pouring through the fabric and leaking down onto the mat drenching it from directly below nicholle to about six feet in front of her ,

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due to her sheer spasms and horny screaming she would fall face and body first onto the mat her face down on its side in a puddle of her own cum and her long legs splayed either side and her arms prone the front of her leotard drenched by her cum with she slumped into . “Uuuuggghhh” the only bit of dignity nicholle could claim in this moment is that she barely resisted the strong urge to call Gabriel queen , something that was the only silver lining in this situation…

Gabriel was doing it: she was demolishing her idol's dignity, inside a ring in front of everyone, with thousands of recordings being given.

Every thrust and slide was exquisite for this strange voyeurist. Gabriel was more of a Dommie, yes, but she loved watching her opponents crumble, playing hard to get, holding back the urge to do more sinful things when they rolled their eyes back or twitched at her insane touch.

She had trained herself to read every micro-expression of her opponents to keep them in her web, and she had managed to bring Nicholle to a state where she could not save her dignity. Maybe the milf was no longer the formidable heel she was in her youth, but she was still Nicholle Flanagan, and being the fan who demolished her dignity and made her cum in spurts was the ultimate prize for the first queen of Gart's Pub.

Nicholle couldn't get out of that lustful trance- her face became a short-circuited mess, and the queen had to try very hard not to get carried away by her guilty pleasure. The younger blonde almost lost the perfect rhythm of her fingering to Flanagan's sexy descent into the abyss. But she kept it up to make her her bitch. And when the milf simply lost to this, melting in an electrifying way in that corner, spilling all her energy into Gabriel's hand and canvas, the Queen enjoyed it by pressing on the mother's G-spot to unload all the pleasure she injected into it with her fingers.

The Queen just stood to the side, letting Flanagan, whenever she wanted, collapse onto the canvas unimpeded. The Queen's hand wandered off Nicholle's body as the milf as she fell to be one with her puddle of sweat and girl cum. Afterward, Gabriel leaned back in the corner where it all happened to admire the mess she'd made with Nicholle, nibbling on one of her slimy fingers as the crowd excited by the session, ambitious, due to they wanted to see more of this. The fans of La Dommie were no longer distinguishable from those of the milf. Apparently everyone loves this part of LAW wrestling regardless of who the other's toy is.

Besides, everyone could see the statuesque bearing of the queen seducing without looking for it. Gabriel was agitated with excitement, her shoulders rising and falling as that mischievous smile remained on her lips. She had shown no fatigue before, but now she was perspiring from the sheer pleasure, from the force with which her pulse for pounding to do this to her idol. And there was so much more to come.

but she had already enjoyed the overheated body of her opponent quite a bit - with a shove she pushed herself off the corner, no longer would she admire Nicholle's ass, no longer would she ramble on with crazy ideas involving her. She would go for the milf's scalp to bring her to her knees.

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"You know, Flanagan, I think you should be thankful that I don't like to use toys..." Gabriel commented.

If the queen managed to get her onto her knees, she would shake milf's head in mockery, pricking the wound of Nicholle's fans. Though she wasn't evil for the pleasure of humiliating her in front of others, in reality, she wanted to do everything she wanted in front of the cameras to relive it all when she watched the recordings of the match. And she didn’t want to hold back anything.

"Because what other wrestlers would do to you if they were in my position would definitely take away what prestige you still have left. And I don't blame them. You look beautiful this bad." She continued, leaning into her ear to let that taunt go deep inside that pleasure-crushed brain.

The queen would be wise enough to put her hand behind her skirt to keep the voyeurs from seeing her shorts as she spoke.

If there was nothing Nicholle could do to defend herself, Gabriel would grab her leotard by the part between her buttocks, plunging her fingers into her ass to force her to react and comply, because the queen wanted her on her feet. She would pull on her crotch and her hair as much as it took to do that, then twist around to throw her back to the corner where she had her before, looking to smash Nicholle's face into the top turnbuckle and get on with the final part of this scene: complying with the fan's letter.

"Tonight is going to be your longest night, ma'am," she exclaimed, unstoppable. "So enjoy it!"

Nicholle was face first in her cum …. An obvious low point for the former heavyweight champion and she groaned and the mat creaked of her weight , she crawled forward her wet front of her leotard soaked by her cum , she made a menial amount of distance before she felt the violent pull of her leotard the fans saw ( and nicholle felt ) the black of her leotard disappear into her pussy as she was wedgied .


“aahhhhhhh fuuuuck” nicholle felt Gabriel insert two of her fingers right into nicholles asshole ! She screamed and cried… the leotard defied physics as the elastic refused to snap despite being lodged into the pussy and straining simultaneously “ oooh god ahhhh” nicholle formulated a plan in her head …. Perhaps she could enact it but for now she feared that Gabriel was about to enact one of the fans letters …

After being pulled to her feet she was swung around and THWAAK her face was smashed against the turnbuckle . She slumped down face
First as her body was bent her legs out and face dribbling against the turnbuckle.

The referee wanted to intervene. The former champion was looking worse and worse while the queen seemed to be getting wilder and wilder. Perhaps a few minutes or just 1 would be enough for Nicholle to regain some of her energy, however, before the referee could check on the lady's condition, Gabriel was already biting again.

The queen lifted Flanagan up with tactics not at all kind to her dignity and then sent her running towards one of the corner posts - the same corner post where she had made her run into a collapse - smashing her face first into the turnbuckle.

The referee covered her mouth, Gabriel just nibbled on her nail, admiring the sweet state she was left in.

The older blonde collapsed on top of that post, face drooling over the turnbuckle. Bent into a wrestler's mess on top of the corner and with the cameras broadcasting her state to the arena screens and live to the viewers at home, and this only made the Queen more anxious and enamoured: As suppressed as Nicholle had looked before, she now looked like a rag doll, which meant she could sink her even deeper. And this only implied that she was in the perfect state for her future queen to do with her as she pleased. And there was nothing the referee could do to restrain Gabriel from doing it to her.

The lady flipped Flanagan over and leaned her back against the corner, then faced her so closely that her chest flattened against the milf's mounds. Obstructing her breathing with her weight. Mocking her zero security and need for space and breathing with her childishness.

Gabriel was appreciating every detail on her opponent's pathetic, grounded expression, then standing on her tiptoes, making herself look bigger, at the same time bringing her hands to each ass buttock of Nicholle in an audible grab of her rear, only to straightening a bit the collapsed tower that was Flanagan right now.

"...So, any words you want to say to me?" Gabriel would say, expecting any expletives from her opponent at the very least, to interrupt with a headbutt!

Guuuuahhhhhh….. nicholle was in a state of drowsiness from all the punishment … “ fuck you copycat …. Y-youd be nothing without me !!!

“aAAH! “ nicholle let out an audible yelp when gabriel took hold of a cheek for each of her hands and began to fondle them …. Nicholle simply could not allow this so called ‘queen’ to carry on punishing her with impunity … so nicholle would attempt a cunt punt …. If the attack landed it could prove the saving grace she needed in this dire strait….

Whistles and chortles addressed the match as soon as the Queen's hands cupped the former champion's cheeks with a thud. Her fingers sank into Nicholle's smooth skin, massaging the soft bottom between her hands. Almost tried to lift her up as if Nicholle didn't weigh so much. If she could, Gabriel would have parted her legs, but she wasn't strong enough to do that now.

After hearing Nicholle's demand, and handing her the headbutt to relax, the queen would distance herself a little without releasing her before sinking back down on top of her, slowly closing the distance between the front of the stunted milf and that of the unyielding model. She would have no respect: Gabriel's large breasts would crush over Nicholle's large bust, crushing the milf's body inside her own leotard.

While the queen went on and on tackling her favourite woman's space, snuggling her further into that corner, the audience would already be shivering and biting their lips. It was a slow process, Gabriel was enjoying it every second that her face and Nicholle's come closer. Her fingers were gentle with that booty of Rachel's mother. She wasn't even caressing it, just grabbing it as the only handhold here, as if the ropes weren't so reliable for hanging herself in them.

She was so eager to take another bite out of her favourite woman.

The milf had no escape from that blonde devil, Gabriel wanted to become her greatest enemy and lover, and he was achieving it with high marks!

The public would lean forward- Gabriel was close to her lips; she would bow her head to receive that mouth again; she was about to drink some more of Nicholle's dignity. The queen was not going to please anyone but herself in this match. All the fans' letters were already secondary at this point.

However, before Gabriel suck her mouth, her hips would be lifted up sharply by Nicholle's thigh!

"GHMMMGH!" The mother's leg would cross between those long British legs and smack femininity! Lifting Gabiel up for a few seconds before returning her feet to the canvas. Gabriel would bite her own lips as her body would bristle and tense in a single spasm.

"GUUOOUYYY." The shock of pain tensed her. It shoot up her spine until it reached her head and exploded.

Her eyes were wide, as sprayed a few drops of saliva while her knees turned inward and her back hunched and shaking from the pain. Her hands slid down to her skirt to press against her crotch and tame the pain deep inside, but she couldn't quite manage to ride it out. Of all the places Nicholle could hit, she chose the weak spot of her modern counterpart!

Gabriel couldn't last on her feet. Her face landed in the middle of Nicholle's chest, sunk to her nose. Her eyes soaked through the milf's leotard as the rest of her body leaned off this portent of a woman, submissive and open to more because of the stun.

"Hm ghm ghck." Whatever she wanted to say, she couldn't be understood because her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, or because Nicholle's breasts were in her face, or because the low blow simply left her speaking as drowned. Although, that tearful look of hers could tell Nicholle a lot about the curses she wants to convey her.

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Nicholle was squashed into the corner ….. her ass the toy of gabriel …. And her breasts proving inferior by every metric as they are squashed between fabriels larger pair … she sniffled and wimpered and saw gabriels mouth coming for a kiss … it was at this point that she launched her cunt ount … thankfully it lifted the silly bimbo a foot in the air vefore she fell face first into her boobs !!!

“ …hughhh ugghh looking good slut ….”

Nicholle for the first time in the match had the upperhand … and revelled in gabriels face which conveyed a pathetic plead for mercy ….

Nicholle, still dazed from cumming and gabriels molesting was too tired to perform any technical wrestling move so she simpy fell forward fown onto the face of gabriel squashing her into the canvas whilst pushing her weight down onto her ….

“ ooooo i love your muffles gabriel ,, tell tou what !! Since you loved feeling my ass so much feel free to use it to tap out ! , “

Gabriel protested with more muffles but nicholle smile thnree to a frown

“Im serious bitch , tap , out , on my ass !”

Gabriel was stunned, all her senses dulled by that low blow, collapsing her body on top of her idol's, whimpering from the pain as her body felt too heavy to fight gravity. Thanks to Nicholle's breasts, Gabriel had an incredible hold. As her senses returned, the only thing she was aware of was her hands digging her skirt between her legs, pressing against her own crotch to dull the pain, but she wasn't getting over it yet. Her body spasmed slightly every time she tried to massage herself there, and she was still standing at the mercy of her prey's bulky body.

As Nicholle gasped, puffing up and down her chest, carrying down on her bully's face, Gabriel moaned pleadingly and plaintively between those leather-clad tits.

"Ghmmh... ghgmhp!!," moaned the dizzy Gabriel. Nicholle's insult was unwarranted, and painful for some reason. Her crumbling mind had left Gabriel's personality back that of a fragile girl.

More mumbles of complaints and prayers came from those drooling lips as Nicholle decided to lean forward. It was a slow fall, identical to the descent of a roller coaster and, Gabriel lived every second of the plunge as if in a storm of emotion, full of panicked screams muffled by those breasts, and with a lustful pleasure at the myriad possibilities it could mean for her Olympian body to be covered by coveted Nicholle's titanic body.

But she resisted the idea! Screaming as long as she could to stop the fall, though her body would not obey her, it was still numb, and she could do nothing but let herself be covered completely when Nicholle smashed her to the canvas.

"Brrrreeeeegh!!!" Gabriel spluttered as her legs kicked the air between Nicholle's, driven by the crushing of her body under the weight of her opponent.

Her head suffered the worst, being slammed the back of her head-first with the canvas, adding more thrust to her initial daze; gagged by Nicholle's breasts, and with her hands still on her crotch, pinned by the milf's hips; Gabriel was in a more than humiliating position!

Flirtatious whistles from the audience were not long in coming as Nicholle took control for her retaliation. The embarrassment and panic were the ones Gabriel held on to in order to stay lucid for the time being. However...

"Hmh!!! hmmmmmm!!" She screamed in panic as she found no air; Gabriel's tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes widen out, in an attempt to suck up all the motes of oxygen in Nicholle's leotard, more than desperate because there was no oxygen!

Her legs began to flail upwards in a pathetic attempt to move the milf off her, but right now she was struggling with too many things to have the energy to defend themselves: the daze, the suffocation, the crushing weight of the milf, her pride...

Tempting as the suggestion was to a crazed woman, Gabriel had not yet passed the threshold of her personality. She wasn't going to spank Nicholle! Even if she wanted to, she couldn't because of where her hands were now, but, even if Nicholle moved one of her legs to let one of her hands out, she wouldn't touch her bottom! Not if she would give Nicholle the pleasure of taming her!

Gabriel's eyes, drenched in tears of pain and lust, puckered negatively at the milf's command.

"Mh-hmh!" She said.

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