The Midas Touch, Episode 8: Heroes Never Quit

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold could taste the delicate cocktail that only this ring had the ability to mix. She drank it from the vessel that was Iria's mouth. And as it flooded her tongue and swelled in her throat, she nearly came.

"Ohhhnnnmf!" The sound she made nearly mimicked Iria's. Her hips quivered. And for a moment, it looked like perhaps Iria had struck back... But another violent, impaling knee drove itself into Iria's abdomen!

The kiss deepened. Rose turned her head so that she could part her lips wider, drink the heroine in deeper! Her tongue forced its way into her mouth and overwhelmed the other woman. She choked her with the taste of the lip gloss upon her charcoal black lips. And she ravaged her with the only muscle on her body that worked harder than her heart!

Iria's hands found her plump, nearly bare backside and it sent goosebumps across her perfect pale skin. Her brilliant golden eyes rolled into the back of her head before her obsidian black eyelids slid closed over them. And another knee pinned Iria to the second turnbuckle! "Mmmmmnnnn~!!!!"

The strikes continued. Relentless and brutal. Were this a kickboxing match, each one of them might have dropped their recipient. But it wasn't. And Rose Gold wouldn't let her fall! She kept her pressed against the corner, holding her up by her mouth and by hooking her arms beneath Iria's. The blows would turn her legs to jelly and cause her to slump. But before she could fall, another blow would penetrate her abdominal wall and force her back upwards!

This wasn't a Wrestling Match... It had become something else. Something more... Brutal. And the sadistic excitement it conjured within Rose Gold began to drip down her inner thigh.

[Talimaya]

There was no keeping her mind focused now. She was caught up in Rose's lips pressing to hers. That tongue forcing its way into her mouth was met with a nervous eagerness as Iria's tongue pressed back. Those lips were practically devouring the last bit of resistance. Like a true Villain sucking the life force out of a heroine that was in a desperate situation that only got worse the longer it went.

The knee drove in deep, sinking into Iria's soft belly and driving the wind from her and giving it to Rose. A moan of delight passing her lips, muffled into the kiss that was as relentless as the rest of her opponent's onslaught. More knees were landing hard and quick, but each blow was just as strong as the last. The arms hooking under hers to help hold her up were a great help at this point. Not that Iria wanted to give in and collapse.

But now her desire to stay standing was shifting from one that was steeped in her heroic personality to being a desire for more. The blows were making her legs shake from the punishment sure. But the warmth spreading through her body made her ache with desire. "Mmmmfff..." Another moan was given to the kiss that Rose kept her a prisoner of.

There was no doubt that she was trapped in the corner, every little bit of resistance being driven out of her with each blow. And though her knees were becoming weak and unable to hold her up, that didn't stop her from wanting more. She was practically melting into Rose, eyes glazing over with the desire that was being driven to the surface. Her grip on Rose fell away, arms becoming slack like the rest of her from the deliciously vicious beating that she was receiving.

As brutal as it was, Iria could only find herself wanting more.

[SuckerPunch]

It was with lascivious excitement that Rose Gold continued to bruise the heroine's belly. She could feel the girl giving in to her seduction through brutality. Her body went weak, hanging off of Rose Gold's lips and upright only by virtue of the brutal blows forcing her upwards. Iria couldn't moan, she didn't have the breath, but Rose Gold was confident that she would have been if she could.

A final, spearing knee would pierce the girl's body with enough force that Rose was confident she'd made contact with the turnbuckle behind her. And then, she'd let her drop. Discarding her in the corner like trash and allowing her to crumple like a marionette with its' strings severed. A pile of battered wannabe.

"Mnn." She made a soft sound as she wiped her mouth. She looked at her hand and noticed very little of her black lipstick had smeared onto the back of her hand. Iria's lips had already siphoned off the majority of it. "Do you feel that, Hero?" She reached down and took hold of Iria's hair. She gave it a rough jerk in order to force her face upwards. To ensure there was no escape from her eyes.

"That tickle in your belly and the urge between your thighs. It's from being dominated by a better woman. Your body knows it can't fight." She licked her lips and took a step forward. She stepped down, one boot on either side of Iria's hips. The position left the heroine staring at Rose Gold's black vinyl-clad sex. Her attire was impossibly tight and from this close, Iria could make out every dampened detail. Powerful and alluring, her honey ran down her thighs begging to be licked up.

"So it's giving in." She pursed her lips and gave a suggestive kiss to the air. "Your heart recognizes me as superior. And your primal instincts are urging you towards lust. To beg my pussy for forgiveness!" She grinned and pushed her hips forward so that she was now hovering above Iria with her pussy barely centimeters from her face. Iria could feel the needy, pulsating heat of the Champion's arousal upon her skin like the summer sun.

"Worship me!" Her fist closed on Iria's hair. A painful pull. But it didn't thrust her forward. She wanted the battered contender to surrender herself. She could think of none more delicious act than the prideful warrior licking her clean as a result of her degenerate masochism!

[Talimaya]

There was a certain pleasure being taken in the blows that were being driven into her midsection. Each blow sank in deep, practically leaving their imprint upon Iria as the pain of the blows was overshadowed by the sheer pleasure she felt from them. And her opponent didn't let her drop either, keeping her standing just to take more punishment. And the final knee that drove almost through her made her body tremble with pleasure. It had felt like Rose was trying to strike through Iria. Which only turned her on more.

Of course even with the pleasure coursing through her, the blows still did leave their mark. Once Iria was released, she would indeed collapse into the corner. Her mouth was hanging open, lips smeared with the black lipstick that had been given to her by her opponent. She had landed on her rear and slumped to the side, barely catching the bottom rope to keep propped up ever so slightly. Iria's eyes were unfocused, chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

With Rose grabbing her hair and jerking her up, Iria's gaze would finally focus slightly upon her. She still looked dazed and out of it, the words seeming to not really register with her at first. But Rose locked eyes with her and didn't allow for her gaze to wander. She was caught in the unrelenting grasp of this Villain. And the desire to fight back had been replaced by a different kind of desire. One that made her body feel quite hot.

It was making her cheeks flush red, the embarrassment she felt being forgotten as her opponent stood over her. The overwhelming scent of Rose's arousal was just as noticeable to her as were her juices. It was filling her every breath she was taking to regain the air driven from her. And she could tell Rose felt as hot, perhaps hotter than her.

Iria didn't pay any mind to the painful pull on her hair. Her mind was lost from her prideful heroism now as she pushed her face forward. She barely was even thinking about it, her tongue moving to lick at Rose's thighs. To get a willing taste of her now that she could only think of the pleasure she'd felt as her opponent drove her into the corner.

And now here Iria was, licking up the sweet taste of her opponent. Her pride as a hero had been driven out of her, leaving behind obedience.

[SuckerPunch]

"Oooooohn~" She let out a moan of satisfaction that came straight from her little black soul! A sound of such immense appreciation that even the people in the nose bleeds could understand what was happening. "That's it hero." Not that she had any intention to leave it so subtle. "Eat my pussy!"

Rosee Gold's fingers tightened in the hair of her forced lover. An act of controlling dominance. But a reward for her masochistic servitor as well! Her other hand ran down her own navel and her fingertips pressed down above her womb. Her eyes fluttered as she felt the seat of her womanhood tremble. Her insides quivered with anticipation. Eager for the sweet reward that could only be earned through the subjugation of another, weaker woman.

With Iria's head in hand, she forced her backwards! She used her hips and her grip both to roughly press the back of her neck against the bottom turnbuckle. And then the hand over her belly slid lower. Low enough to grasp the edge of her attire.

Her brilliant golden eyes met Iria's and they were filled with lust. Lust that could only be sated with the pathetic surrender of another would-be heroine. "Lick me clean, hero. And I'll reward you by showing you what a winner tastes like!"

Her fingers moved immediately after making the demand that Iria was already complicit in. They pulled aside the already barely there vinyl of her attire, exposing herself to Iria and Iria alone. Her sex was bare, save for a shock of golden hair that was mostly hidden by the parts of her bottoms that stayed in place. Her lower lips were full and plump and pink. Closed tightly, like a coin purse, refusing to bloom how wide she spread her thighs. They would need to be spread with a kiss. And they were slick with need for her.

"She tastes better than she looks."

Rose didn't wait for Iria to move. She forced herself down against her face. Trapping her between her perfect little pussy and the ring post. She threw her head back and let out a chilling moan as she began to treat Iria's face to a lap dance of almost suffocating intimacy. A violent and humiliating act of sexual submission. But then, for a masochist like Iria... This might just end up being the best fuck of her heroic little life!