L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"Fnnnnn-Nyaaah~ T-that's it! There!" She bit her bottom lip, pulling it fully into her mouth as her back arched atop Brooke. The last vestiges of her foe's resistance faded away. Her defiance became eager servitude. Blissful subjugation. The fate of all women who found themselves locked between Rose Gold's legs.

"Haahn~" Her mouth opened as she let out a breath moan, pleasure and surprise swirling together to make a most delectable tincture.

Her rocking began to lose its rhythm. Becoming less intent and more spasmodic. Brooke's hidden lapping was having the desired effect. "This isn't your first t-time, is it Runway Rat? That's a good girl~ Worship your goddess~! Worship my a-ass!" Her words were uneven and songlike. They fit themselves in between her panting moans that were provoked by Brooke's purposeful kisses.

The blonde's exposed pussy drooled down her thighs. Her honey flowed down the curve of her body, some making it all the way to her asshole to meet Brooke's tongue. And some dripping onto Brooke's face. Her vagina twitched and pulsed. She was going to cum. From dominating Brooke. From having her asshole eaten so desperately.

Meanwhile, a second finger fought its way into Brooke's insides. Rose Gold's erratic rocking was accompanied by an erratic pumping of her wrist. Her slender fingers curled inside of the model. They stroked along the ceiling of her vagina. Her fingers stroking against the urethral sponge on their way in and out, and teasing her g-spot once fully embedded! Even with her spastic thrusting, she was laser precise.

She wasn't just intent on sending Brooke to heaven... She was going to do it with a mind-bending, toe-curling, back-bending female ejaculation. She was going to force her to squirt. To flood the canvas with her shame. An act of expert sapphic manipulation. A flood of white-hot bliss.

But then... Why couldn't she cum?! Rose Gold refused her release. Bringing her repeatedly to the edge and allowing her to dangle by a single sweat-soaked strand! She stoked the fires inside of Brooke until began to lick at her mind. To sear her from the inside out. And without release, she might just burn alive!

Brooke... could still win this. Ravaging fingers and forcible anilingus aside, she was still in this fight. Earlier, she'd gotten Rose into a killer grapevine and almost won the match right there and then. All she needed to do was get back into that position, steel herself, and finish the job...!

Those thoughts were lies, of course. The self-pity of a woman resigned to defeat. After all, how couldn't she be? Her tongue betrayed her ire by continuing to submissively, though hardly meekly, lick at her rival's most prized hole. Her body couldn't decide whether or not to squirm into or away from Rose. All the while, her tears started to add to the typhooning wetness upon her face. And when Rose added that second devilish finger? She squealed and bucked like prodded livestock!

Brooke's wetness coated Rose's entire hand by now, even though only two fingers were in her. Her hips pumped wildly in the air, in staccato timing with her opponent's own thrusts. "Haaaghfff!" Her moans were muffled by the asshole that was all but force-fed to her. And for good reason, as those screams would surely have broadcasted an even more complete picture of submission than what was already visible within the ring. She was so close, so maddeningly close to the ending she truly desired...

And she remained close -- for far longer than she anticipated! Rose's fingers slowed at just the right moments, and they curled to barely graze against where they needed to. Scant millimeters away from Brooke's g-spot! "Plszh... plszh lmcmm..." She begged, she cried, she plead, and even though she was speaking into Rose's asshole, the Champion would surely understand the desperate request. Just as Brooke understood the harsh reality of her situation.

She was being edged. Forced to stand on the precipice of pleasure until the standing itself was maddening. And finally, with despairing tears streaming down her face, superheated blood roiling through her veins, and deluges of girlcum lapping at her inner dam...

Brooke tapped out. She feverishly grabbed at Rose's thigh with one, as if to pull her closer, and tapped rapidly at the mat with the other. It was the only thing she could possibly think to do. She knew that the wicked Lightweight Champion pursued two things above all, typically in concert: pleasure and victory. Brooke's tongue was already providing the former in spades, so she could only hope that signaling an end to her once-spirited challenge would earn her a right to some pleasure herself.

Brooke's screaming filled her insides more thoroughly than any solid object might hope to. They caressed her deepest places and fed her darkest hunger. They created tension in her belly far more effectively than any lover's touch. It was a sweet kiss, the one taken from a desperately moaning opponent. And it was made ever sweeter by the humiliating way in which it was taken from her.

"T-that's it! J-just a little-" Her voice caught in her throat as her eyes closed. She didn't need to finish it. They both knew. Just a little further and Rose Gold would cum for a second time. Just a little further. And Brooke would break.

For all of the fight she put up earlier, she was outmatched in this arena. Addicted to the body of her rival. Her spirit was subjugated by the way Rose's asshole twitched cutely in response to every lick. To the way her honey flowed down her thighs and into the model's mouth, informing her of just how well she was pleasing her mistress. Validating her.

Both women were on the edge. The thing that separated them was control. Rose Gold was ready to burst. But it was inevitable. Brooke on the other hand was begging for it. And when the eleventh hour came, it wasn't pain or technique that tore the rookie apart.

It was a hopeless and desperate need.

"Fwaahh~ G-god!" Brooke's hand began to slap at her thigh. The bell rang mercifully. But woe to the referee who tried to part the lioness from her meal!

Rose Gold's lust-swollen sex erupted. Her asshole collapsed around Brooke's tongue, barring it further entrance as she convulsed. Her hips bucked roughly against Brooke's face. Painfully. And her girl-cum washed over her.

In that same climactic moment, Rose Gold's fingers buried deep in the seat of Brooke's womanhood, curled. They pressed immediately against Brooke's G-spot. Granting her the tiny push she'd needed to fall into white-hot release! To treat her to the best orgasm of her young life.

There were plenty of skilled lovers. And many the beautiful woman might have encountered in her life as an object. But there was no sensation on Earth that could match what she felt tonight. On her back, legs spread, and thoroughly owned by another woman. She was edged until she begged for her gift in front of the whole world. And when that gift was given, it was presented to her by a professional sexfighter while her mouth was full of her taste. There was nothing more complex in it's carnal intimacy than this.

"Noone will ever fuck you like I have tonight, Runway Rat. You're welcome~" Rose sang as she slumped, though her hips still softly convulsed across her chin and lips. Her sweat dripped down beside Brooke's face. The evidence of a job well done. A woman well-worked.

"Hmm! Hmm! Rozsh, mmGd, plzh, Rozsh...!" She begged and pleaded, continuing to tap as she repeated her captor's name like a mantra. Beneath the Lightweight Champ's coveted ass, Brooke's tongue continued to loll and weave. Continuing to serve Rose's lascivious ends. And just when Rose came -- Brooke did as well!

Both of Rose's fingers pressed right up on the spot that had become the center of Brooke's universe. "HYAAAAANH~!" She screamed primally into her opponent, the gaping gasps only taking in more of Rose's similarly-squirting orgasm! Her hips bucked wildly into the air, and she sprayed her girlish fluids all over the canvas. All the while, her womanhood squeezed on Rose's fingers tight enough to snap iron, releasing only briefly to fire off another shot of squirt-cum! It felt like hours before Brooke came down from that high, still twitching slightly on the mat as Rose offered her dominant taunt.

If and when Rose would give her the mercy of rising off of her defeated form, the world would be treated to the sight of a woman well and truly fucked. Her face was stained with slick and tears alike. Her hair was mussed and frayed. Her cat-themed lingerie remained on -- a tattered, soaked vestige of dignity for a woman who had none left. But the true costume she'd worn for this Halloween-themed card had long been stripped away.

Brooke had come into this ring -- into this league -- masquerading as a professional wrestler. Three times, now, she'd flung herself at opponents who'd known what they were doing. Once, she'd even stolen a win from an experienced, deserving wrestler. She may have played the part convincingly at times, but it was still a part all the same.

The truth was laid as bare as Rose's bottom half had been upon Brooke's face. In the moment, she'd thought her actions an indulgence. Though her blind dive into the unexplored pit of abject submissiveness was frightening at first, she'd just been treated to shuddering proof of just how good it felt to be praying at the altar instead of having to be the idol.

"Bwehh..."

But now, as she lay on the canvas, supine and spasming, she found herself seen just the same way as she always had been. In the end, she was still an object for others to use to build their own fame. She'd fought for a time, only to be torn down in the end, brought to the most humiliating of losses. And based on the debauched baying of the crowd, it was clear as day that none of them would remember her spirited efforts -- except those of her tongue.

Brooke came to LAW to reinvent herself. To shrug off the chains of typecasting and, for the first time in her life, truly strike her own path. To be seen as herself, whatever that meant. But just the same, she found herself used as a stepping stone -- in infinitely more demeaning fashion than before. That begged the question, though: If what she was doing now wouldn't work...

What would?