The Midas Touch, Episode 10: Trick or Treat

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"Mmmnn! So eager! Are you trying to get closer?" She watched as Brooke walked herself forward, stacking Rose Gold up! Pulling her hips off the canvas as she loomed over her, ass up, face down in her pussy!

"Hnnnmm~" She let out something between a human and a moan as her dainty hips worked against Brooke's face. She traced the contours of her womanhood with Brooke's nose and her chin. Even as Brooke secured a better position, she forced her lower lips against the models.

It wasn't the most technical move. But Rose Gold was a slave to her primal desires. And in this moment, she wanted nothing more than this bratty model's mouth all over her sopping wet cunt!

"That's- hahn~ That's it! T-there!" She moaned out performatively. "L-like that! Y-you're driving me crazy!" Her fingers bound themselves in Brooke's hair. Not rough but rather, encouragingly. All as she cried out like the lust enslaved slut that she thought would appeal to Brooke!

And at the same time. She unbound her legs. She didn't release the hold. But she let it slacken. Made it so all Brooke had to do to escape was to back away. To resist. Even a little bit. And Rose Gold was betting that she wouldn't.

"P-please!! Your tongue! I feel like Oooohn~ I'm going to melt!!!" She plead as her spine twisted. Theatrics. All of it lies and misdirection. All except for the pulsing warmth radiating against Brooke's mouth.

"P-please! K-kiss me deeper!!! I can't take it!"

Her mouth sang a sirens song. But her nubile sex sang a different tune. It burned hot against Brooke's lips. Her clit swollen and desperate against her attire. Her drooling entrance squeezing on air as it twitched in pre-emptive convulsions!

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Brooke's arms slid up Rose's legs, and her hands eventually found purchase on the Champion's inner thighs. The clamps had been loosened. All Brooke needed to do was push away -- and for a moment, that was exactly what she did, gaining precious space to breathe, though the sticky scent of their mixed arousals still wafted into her very soul. Just one more shove, and she would be home free. One more shove...

Instead, her knees buckled, and Brooke was once more on the canvas from whence she came. Her upper lip ghosted across the fabric covering Rose's lower ones, and she looked up at the woman with glistening, pleading eyes. Laden both with the question of why Rose had done this to her -- and a pleading to be allowed further in.

The Downrange Diva slid Rose Gold's ruined bottoms to the side. Inched back into that deliriously delicious cradle between her opponent's legs. And finally allowed her tongue to taste the Lightweight Champion's sopping womanhood. She started with three languid, broad stripes up the slobbering slit. Clearly designed to impart pleasure upon her foe, as each lick culminated in a tongue-tipped stab at Rose's engorged clit. But also tentative, as if she still couldn't believe that she was doing this.

Once Rose's sweet venom coated Brooke's tongue, however, all that doubt was cast off. She dove back into Rose's sex, drinking of her essence like it was manna from heaven. She was no sex wrestling savant like the woman she was servicing. But she was a precocious and experienced lesbian who took pride in her skills. Her tongue slid and prodded at all of Rose's most sensitive spots, and her mouth pursed and puckered to vary the suction against the lips and clit before her.

Her eyes flickered up, and her eyebrows quirked, as if to ask: "Am I doing a good job?" Because in this moment, that was all Brooke wanted. Gone was the Downrange Diva who so desperately wanted to grit and wrench her way to an upset win over the most dangerous woman in LAW. Wins and belts and pride no longer mattered to her. Only Rose's pleasure. And her part in crafting it.

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Brooke peeled Rose Gold's sticky bottoms away from her arousal slick sex. And at that moment she was done for. If she had found it difficult to resist the Lightweight Champion before, now it would be impossible.

The sweet but heavy scent of her arousal would permeate her nostrils. The details of her perfect coin purse pussy invading her eyes. Smooth and plump with eager need. Her lust dripped like poison off the tip of a dipped dagger. It spattered onto Brooke's face before she ever made contact. If left alone, it would slide down her cheek like a tear.

Her lower mouth eagerly welcomed Brooke's tongue. Parting welcomingly for the warm and wet muscle. She shuddered when her erect clitoris was teased. Hard enough for Brooke to feel the reverberations all the way down the back of her throat. That is, if she could pay attention to anything but the Sinister Siren's forbidden flavor. Subtle and sweet, she tasted like spring rain as it dripped off of freshly ripened strawberries. As smooth as it was plentiful. Rose Gold's fevered need was apparent in how much of it coated her lover's tongue, lips, and face.

"Mnnph!?" Her theatrics ended, punctuated by a shocked whimper. Brooke's indulgence was as capable as it was sudden. She was surprised by the inevitable. But the longer the former model slurped on her flooded sex the more her noises transformed into satisfying relief.

"Ohhhhn~ G-good~ G-girl~!" She praised her new and precious slut as she looked up upon her with puppy dog eyes.

And then took her by the hair! She stepped over Brooke's shoulders, dissecting her head from her body. She jerked her face roughly against her snatch and her thighs closed upon her neck like a collar.

"Nnnn~ Fwah-- D-don't stop!" She demanded, even as her scissoring thighs made it harder for Brooke to move. To breathe.

Rose Gold's eyes slid closed. She bit her lip. And began to grind her sex against Brooke, matching her ministrations with desperate thrusting. Her lower lips spread against Brooke's face as she forced her into a violent and most-indecent kiss. She worked with Brooke to grant her deepest desire. To please her mistress.

[FreestylePoet]

If the earlier hold had made it difficult to breathe in anything other than her opponent's scent, then now, the thighs clamping around her head pulled Brooke's entire world into Rose's most primal essence. The roots of her hair were tensed by a violent grip that threatened to tear it out as the cost of non-compliance. Around her, the crowd jeered the once-proud former model as Rose made Brooke her toy.

But Brooke didn't mind. At this point, she would have gladly withstood even Rose Gold's worst for just one more taste of her pussy. As every inch of her face was painted by Rose's grinding, Brooke gave chase with every hip thrust, never willing to let her lips be separated from that gilded honeypot for long.

Rose's juices were spread across her face just as much as her own saliva. After all, hers was not a meek lapping, cowed by her opponent's aura of sexual malice. "Mmnn...~ Chlpp...~ Slrrp...!" No, it was just as hopeful and ambitious as Brooke herself was earlier in the evening. Her oral ministrations were full-throated, as was her pursuit of a... well, a full throat.

Eventually, Brooke saw fit to wrap her arms around the top of Rose's thighs, hugging the very weapons that had slain so many of her fellow Lightweights in a voluntary attempt to dive deeper into their clutches. It was an arrogant corralling, one more suited to an equal opponent than whatever Brooke had been turned into. "Mmrschlk!" As if to chide herself for her own greed, Brooke redoubled her efforts, using her gifted tongue to worship every spot she could reach within the Lightweight Champion.

And she would simply not stop until Rose Gold had blessed her with her ecstasy.

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"Mnnn-Ahn~! T-that's it. That's a MmmnnAHH~~ good t-toy!" She couldn't keep her voice in. And she didn't bother to try. A being pure, primal lust, Rose Gold eagerly rewarded her servant with her sounds of satisfaction.

The hands in Brooke's hair tightened as all of her muscles tensed. Her hips quivered as her body responded to the model's eager eating. She nearly collapsed, her knees buckling for just a second before she caught herself. She was losing it... No, that wasn't quite right. Whatever 'it' was, she was throwing it away.

"T-there! Ohhhhn~ G-god!" She threw her head back as Brooke's lips encircled her throbbing clitoris. Brooke could feel Rose Gold's pulse in her mouth. She could feel how it quickened! "Mnnn~ Y-you're melting my pussy! W-with your nnnnnn~" She couldn't finish her sentence. Her senses fled and her legs collapsed!

She toppled forward onto her knees, smashing the back of Brooke's head against the canvas and crushing the girl's face with her cunt. She caught herself on her palms, and seamlessly continued her desperate pursuit of pleasure!

Hobbled over, Rose Gold ground down upon Brooke's mouth and face! Long, writhing strokes that saw her smearing her sex upon every surface of her features! The smaller blonde was panting like a bitch in heat. Her tongue hung out of her open mouth and her eyes were wide and teared up.

"D-don't s-stop!" She demanded as if Brooke had a choice. She was trapped. Choking. And being assaulted by Rose Gold's soft, soaking wet pussy. Her insides were scalding hot and spasming. "ooohn~ I'm gonna cum!" She cried out! "I'm going to f-fill your pathetic model throat w-with my cum!" Her cries turned to moans.

She sat up, back arching as she took hold of her perky, modest tits! "C-c-u!" Her voice caught in her throat as her insides caved in violently! Her eyes were wild and her mouth gaped open. Her entrance spasmed. Her clit pulsed. And Rose Gold ruined Brooke's face with a series of gushing ejaculations. Her girl-cum washed over as her nubile body trembled from the force of an incredible, squirting orgasm!

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Brooke was wildly ragdolled across the ring, from prostrate within her opponent's leg-lock to kneeling below her standing form to back on the mat again. This time, she was ground beneath Rose's petals in a cruel approximation of her Midas Clutch. Still licking and slurping and suckling at anything within reach, praying at her rival's altar the best way she knew how. And soon enough, she was rewarded.

The first splash of Rose Gold's girlcum was like the first spring rain after a drought, a long-awaited prize that struck some cord deep within her. The second, though, was like a bucket of cold water to the face. It roused Brooke from the pink haze of her lust. And that left the third, fourth, and whatever spurts would remain from Rose. With only a moment to realize her position, Brooke quickly found herself all but waterboarded beneath her foe!

"Sh-shtttp! Ah... Plzsh, ashbmt!" Taking advantage of this sudden lucidity, she begged to submit. Desperate to escape to some place where she could lick her wounds rather than Rose's pussy. Unfortunately for her, these cries were muffled by thigh and crotch alike. Given Brooke's previous cycling between fighting and fucking, no other signal for the sweet relief of defeat would go noticed. Her desperate taps against Rose's legs were confused for the fevered petting of a lover. When that stirring stopped and Brooke fell limp, everyone assumed that she'd simply returned to her earlier state of subservience.

Everyone except, presumably, Rose Gold herself, who would feel nothing from the rookie below. Where there once was a spirit filled with either submission or rebellion, there was now nothing but sleep.

And so no bell came to save Brooke Betancourt from the lewd smother of her dominant foe. Perhaps some act or word by the Lightweight Champion would reveal Brooke's wretched state, ruined and drowned in her opponent's embrace. Or some Good Samaritan of a ringside official might finally take notice themselves. Either would give cause for the bell to ring, moving Brooke one step closer to freedom. But in those precious few seconds where only she knew what had just happened, Rose Gold had even freer reign than she often had between these ropes.

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For a sadist like Rose Gold, there was no grander conquest than one forced down the throat of an opponent. And so this orgasm rocked her lithe, nubile body with the force of a city ruining seismic event.

She trembled and moaned in sporadic, spasmodic convulsions. The seat of her womanhood convulsed and pulsed against the conquered model's face, drenching her and drowning her with malevolent intimacy. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, grinding herself against Brooke's face hard enough that it might have bruised if she wasn't so well lubricated. Brooke's desperate cries of surrender brought on another violent aftershock that would leave the rookie's face and hair looking as if she'd just gotten out of the shower.

And when it finally ended, Rose Gold slumped forward and caught herself on her hands. Shaking and panting. And intimately aware that the Downrange Diva was Down and Out. She looked down the length of her body at the tortured model's vacant expression. The match was over. Her point was proven. And so she began to move.

It wasn't an act of mercy. She wanted more of Brooke's mouth, but her pussy still thrummed from her soul-twisting orgasm. So instead she slid forward on Brooke's face. This served two purposes. The first, it hid her face; knowing that if the referee saw her rolled-up eyes she would call the match. The second was that it pressed Brooke's slackened mouth against her soft, eager asshole.

Then, Rose Gold loosened the hold. The mounted triangle choke was a blood choke rather than an air choke. Brooke would come to in a few seconds. Dizzy and disoriented. But awake. "Mmmn. Now how do you start this thing?"

And finally, she sat upright and reached behind her. She intended to fully violate her headstrong challenger. Her expert fingers slid along Brooke's covered womanhood. A teasing, tickle of a touch. Before slipping beneath her waistband and gracing her womanhood directly. "Ah. That's right. Right here." She closed her eyes and bit her lip in anticipation.

"Don't be shy. Give me a kiss." She sighed out and entered her lover.

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Thanks to Rose Gold's malevolent design, it wasn't long until Brooke awoke. Twin clouds of pink lust and gray grog still floated around her brain. She had just enough wherewithal to recognize the slick deluge coating her face, but not nearly enough to do anything about it. Humiliated by Rose's marking, but blissfully unaware for now. Unaware of anything, really, thanks to the Venomous Vixen astride her face.

Distantly aware of how the band of her panties had been hooked open, Brooke found her groin to be an exercise in temperature play all on its own: The cool air of the stadium air rushing to her newly-exposed mons. The bodily warmth of her victorious aggressor's hand upon her skin. The searing heat made by the first bare contact upon her lips.

"Huuuuh... Whdyhhh... [What're you...]"

While the rest of her body was limp, Rose would find Brooke's entrance impossibly tight, despite its glaring wetness. But when that first probing touch slipped past her lips, Brooke would shudder bodily right then and there. Shunted back to life by pleasure.

"Haaah~" And she would moan, her tongue lolling out briefly before finding the puckered ring before it! While she could neither stifle her girlish noises nor, she reasoned, stop the orgasm that Rose surely sought to tear from her, the newly-awakened Brooke sought to keep one last vestige of control. Licking another girl's ass like this while being brought to rapture was the ultimate act of submission... And for now, at least, she would hold out.

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It was with only one finger that she entered Brooke, it was all that would fit. "So tight..." She whispered to herself in lust-lost admiration. And even then it took a series of pumps before the slender digit was permitted past the second knuckle.

Brooke's insides felt like pressing her finger into a pot of boiling water. Painfully hot. She explored her with an academic slowness. Delving into her until the length of her finger was fully consumed. Brooke's shuddering moans caused her to tease Rose's twitching back door despite her resistance. The movement rippled up Rose Gold's body as she echoed her shuddering and let it escape through her open mouth. "Ohhn~ And so wet. You must really- Mmn- Want me!"

She expected that Brooke would deny it, even while being penetrated and forced to eat her ass. And when Brooke opened that window of defiance, Rose Gold would begin to move her hand.

Slow, purposeful thrusts were made with the surgical precision of a watchmaker. She slid the pad of her ring finger along the bumpy, textured walls of her insides with all the care of an archaeologist tracing a newly uncovered hieroglyph. She explored her ridges on the way out and her smoothness on the way in. Each thrust relaxed Brooke's silken walls with indecent caresses. Massaged the muscles that writhed within her.

"Mmmn~ You're squeezing my finger so hard! You must be feeling really good~" She cooed as she gently rocked her hips, tempting Brooke to take on her role in the act.

Brooke might have expected to be forced into convulsions immediately. But Rose Gold was sipping her like a fine wine. She wasn't fucking her. It was far worse. It was... Tender. It was intimate... It wasn't taken... It was seductive. She was making love to her.

[FreestylePoet]

At first, Rose would only gain the entry of a single finger, and even then only to the very mouth of Brooke's cavern. That digit drew across her surfaces as if to sign her very name in Brooke's insides, a finger-painted memento of the night's events. The marauding Champion would feel her prey gradually loosen around her. Nonetheless, whatever fingers Rose decided to insert from there on out would be subject to the slickest vice grip there ever was.

And though those fingers brought her ever-closer to rapture with each stroke, it was not the only only fixation of Brooke's primal brain. For much of her life, she'd been an object of desire, molded by producers and agents into a tool for their own money-grubbing ends. Brooke Betancourt, the model, was nothing more than a walking, talking billboard.

This match was the opposite. She'd been made into her opponent's plaything, yes, but all that did was simplify her life. After all, the spotlight was shifted. Rather than demand attention, all she had to do was give it. To desire rather than be desired. For now, that blissful freedom invigorated her like a forbidden fruit -- terrifyingly but excitingly unknown.

Brooke planted the balls of her heels upon the canvas. Slid them apart, widening her legs. Let her toes curl and flex as the shockwaves of pleasure tore through her. And slowly rocked her hips up and down in time with Rose's thrusts.

Down below, though the audience could not tell, Rose certainly would: Her tongue started to loll out, as her face was slowly driven to a lewd ahegao. Once more causing her to subconsciously lap at Rose -- though this time upon her ass!

But what everyone in the arena could see freely was that Brooke's inexperience had led her into a trap perfectly befitting her bashful attraction to women: She was positively addicted to Rose Gold by now, and she would make no effort to stop her from stirring her pussy up!