Valerie Lexington vs Ivan Ramirez: Standard Match

[MrBrightside]

Valerie’s ears were ringing and her eyes were half-lidded after the devastating collision into the ring post. Disoriented and barely conscious, she only vaguely registered Ivan tossing her back into the ring. Likewise, she vaguely felt Ivan spread her legs and start dry humping her like a hormonal monkey but she was too out of it to do anything about it.

[MR. Q]

Triumphant laughter booms from Ivan's chest as the referee's final count ends the match. Three! Valerie's out, defeated, and utterly broken.

As the official raises his hand in a thumbs-up, signaling the win for Ivan, he leans down, his face inches from Valerie's slack one. His hot breath washes over her bruised cheek.

"Looks like you underestimated me, sweetheart," he sneers, grinding his hips harder against hers. "But hey, at least you put up a good fight... until you didn't."

Ivan grins savagely, rising to his feet and towering over Valerie's crumpled form. His gaze roams hungrily over her prone body, already envisioning the intimate moments to come.

He reaches down, hooking his fingers under Valerie's top. With a rough yank, he tears the sports bra off, exposing her pert breasts to the cool arena air. They bounce slightly from the sudden movement, already bearing the marks of his earlier abuse.

Next, Ivan slides a hand between Valerie's thighs, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her trunks. He drags them slowly downward, baring her pussy to his lustful gaze. The fabric catches briefly on her glistening folds before he peels it off completely, leaving her naked and vulnerable beneath him.

Ivan frees his massive erection from his wresting briefs, the thick length springing up rigid and pulsing with anticipation. He lines it up with Valerie's exposed sex, the swollen head kissing her glistening slit.

With a guttural groan, Ivan thrusts his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside Valerie's welcoming heat. Her walls clench involuntarily around him as he settles into the missionary position, his weight pressing her down into the mat.

Ivan pauses for a moment, savoring the sensation of her tight passage enveloping him. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he begins to pump his hips, driving his thick shaft in and out of Valerie's convulsing cunt.

Each stroke brings a moan from Ivan's lips, his pleasure mingling with the cruel satisfaction of claiming his vanquished foe as his prize. He knows she's unconscious, unable to resist or even react, making every thrust all the more degrading for her - and thrilling for him.

As he starts to rut into her with increasing vigor, Ivan leans down, capturing Valerie's slack mouth in a brutal kiss, stealing any dignity that might have lingered in Morpheus' embrace.

[MrBrightside]

Valerie blinked slowly a few times as she gradually began to regain consciousness. The first thing she registers beside the ringing in her head that hasn't gone away is something thick penetrating her vagina. The next thing she notices is Ivan's face right in front of hers and his lips on her mouth. Soon the pieces start to fall into place in her mind and she realizes what's happening. Instinctively, Valerie lashes out and punches Ivan in the face, desperately trying to fight back not realizing that she's already lost.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's eyes glaze over with a mix of lust and sadistic glee as he feels Valerie stir beneath him. The realization that she's waking up sends a surge of excitement coursing through his veins.

Just as his tongue invades her slack mouth, Valerie's fist connects with his jaw, the force of the punch jolting him. A cruel chuckle rumbles in his chest at her feeble attempt to resist.

"You thought you could fight back, huh?" Ivan taunts, pulling out of her abruptly and smirking down at Valerie's disoriented gaze. "Too bad for you, sweetheart. You lost."

With a wicked grin, Ivan grips Valerie's wrists, pinning them above her head as he resumes his relentless thrusts. His massive cock plunges back into her soaked passage, stretching her walls and claiming her once more.

"You already lost," Ivan growls, grinding his hips harder against hers. "Now shut up and take your punishment for giving he a hard time."

He crushes his mouth to hers again, muffling her muffled protests as he pounds into her unrelenting pleasure, relishing every second of dominance over his vanquished foe.

[MrBrightside]

Though the punch connects it does little to stop Ivan. If anything, it just put Valerie in an even worse position as Ivan grabs her wrists and pins them above her head, further limiting her ability to fight back.

“N-No…it can’t be. I haven’t-“ Valerie looks toward the referee as she protests, wondering why they haven’t stepped in. The words die in her mouth upon seeing the look on the referee’s face which tells her everything she needs to know. The match is over and Ivan is in fact the victor. Now she’s nothing more than a prize to be taken and there is nothing she can do about it.

The sudden re-entry of Ivan’s cock into her pussy draws an involuntary gasp from her, breaking her out of her train of thought. Before she can even think to cry out in protest, Ivan forces his mouth back onto hers. His tongue forces its way into Valerie’s mouth, muffling any sound from her while he thrusts into her core.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's lips claim Valerie's again, swallowing her feeble protests with aggressive passion. His tongue invades her mouth, tangling with hers in a brutal kiss that leaves no doubt of his dominance.

As he ravages her mouth, Ivan's thrusts grow more urgent, driven by a primal need to claim every inch of Valerie's defeated body. Each plunge of his cock hits her cervix, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through her convulsing core.

With each thrust, Ivan chases his own release, driven by the intoxicating power of conquering a foe.

The sensations cresting within Ivan reach a fever pitch. With a low, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt inside Valerie's quivering depths, feeling her muscles flutter around his invading length.

"That's it, take it all," Ivan growls, grinding his hips to milk every last drop of pleasure from her helpless body.

[MrBrightside]

Every attempt to push back against Ivan's tongue failed. His tongue overpowered hers and poked around every inch of Valerie's mouth. Meanwhile, his thrusts caused her to moan in his mouth. Though she hated to admit it, Valerie couldn't deny the spine-tingling sensations that occurred every time he stretched her depths with his cock. Her body betrayed her mind as her vaginal walls gripped his member in response. Despite the pleasure though, Valerie wanted nothing more than for this to be over and she could only hope that Ivan would be satisfied once he achieved his release.

[MR. Q]

Panting heavily, Ivan slowly withdraws his spent cock from Valerie's well-fucked pussy, allowing rivulets of cum to ooze out and paint the canvas below. He gives her ass a rough squeeze, admiring the view of her reddened, abused flesh.

"Not done with you yet, sweetheart," Ivan murmurs, his tone dripping with sadistic intent.

Grabbing Valerie's hips, he hauls her upright, only to bend her over the ropes that encircle the edge of the ring. Her body trembles in exhaustion as Ivan steps behind her, positioning his thick cockhead at her dripping entrance once more.

"We have an audience, remember?" Ivan sneers, his voice carrying throughout the arena. "Time to give them a show."

With a savage thrust, Ivan drives his cock back into Valerie's cunt, stretching her open as he claims her from behind. He sets a brutal pace, fucking her with ruthless abandon while the crowd watches in voyeuristic delight.

"You like this, don't you?" Ivan taunts, punctuating each word with a harsh snap of his hips.

[MrBrightside]

Valerie breathes a sigh of relief as Ivan withdraws his pulsating shaft from her cunt. His bodily fluids leak from her groin after having defiled her insides. His callous handling of her ass seemingly means to add insult to injury.

Unfortunately, Ivan isn’t through with her yet. He pulled her up and bent her over the ropes to give the audience a full view of what he was going to do next.

“W-Wait! No!” Valerie’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Ivan rammed his cock back into her cunt. Her breaths came out short and ragged as Ivan pounded away at her womanhood.

“N-Not at all!” Valerie said in response to his taunts. Truthfully though, the pleasure coursing through her body said otherwise but like hell she would ever tell him that!

[MR. Q]

Ivan snickers at Valerie's pathetic attempt to defy him, her futile cries drowned out by the crowd's eager cheers. He increases his tempo, pounding into her slick channel with savage force, determined to break her spirit completely.

"Fucking lie to yourself all you want, sweetheart," Ivan grits out between grunts. "Your body tells the truth – it craves my cock."

Each brutal thrust makes Valerie gasp, her protests turning to stifled moans as her walls clench around Ivan's invading length. The sight of her stretched, violated form only fuels his dominance, his strokes growing more frenzied.

With that, Ivan abandons all pretense of finesse, rutting into Valerie like a wild beast, lost in the primal rush of claiming his conquered foe. The crowd roars in approval, drinking in every degrading second of Ivan's merciless fuckery.