L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Cream thought she had choked out her opponent cold. She felt Origa shudder in her embrace and the primal scream of pleasure from her lips echo in her mind. It took all of the strength she had to keep the tanned giant under her control as the woman shook and climaxed from just being dragged against the ring ropes slowly. Not wanting her fun to end anytime soon, she allows her almost knocked out opponent to breathe, allowing her foe to rest against her smaller body.

Even going so far as to gently sliding her fingers through the woman's soft locks of hair, Before turning Origa's face to the side, he saw the woman's tongue sticking out of her mouth. Oh, what is this? You just begged me to kiss you, huh my pet? ' Cream would giggle before leaning in close and sticking her own tongue out, licking her own. Before kissing the woman deeply, forcing her own tongue inside her opponent's mouth, trying to dominate the kiss as the fans cheer and take photos of the steamy lip lock.

pulling away slowly so that there was a thin line of spit connecting both women's lips. Cream would move Origa off of the middle rope, but leave the taller woman drapped over it instead. Now since you're starting to be a good little pet Origa, why don't you do what you're best at and start pleasing the winner like a good tall loser? "Mockingly, Cream would say." She climbs up and wraps her legs around her opponent's head, forcing her soaking wet crotch in front of the still dazed woman's face and mouth. "Start worshipping me, Origa..." she demands.

Origa’s mind was in a haze, just barely clinging onto consciousness. Yet unable to do anything else but feel the muted sensations that broke through the fog of ecstasy. Her hips continued to buck even as her climax came to an end, riding along the rope as if trying to bring out a last bit of pleasure from the slickened ropes. With her mind faded, her bodies true wants were made known.

Her long black hair had shrouded her face. Her rolled up, glassy eyes and hanging tongue. A veil that was pulled away as cream released her grip on her throat and brushed her hair away with her delicate fingers. Origa mindlessly panted into the blondes face as she turned her head to face her. But her pants her quickly sealed as creams lips sealed hers once again with another intoxicating yet dominating kiss. Her tongue quick to bully Origa’s around like it owned it.

After what felt like a million years when in reality it was only a few seconds. The blonde finally pulled her lips away, leaving only a thin bridge of saliva connecting them. Until it too broke away and cream refocused on moving Origa’s leg over the rope to join the other on the apron. Cream would force Origa’s back to arch over the soaked middle rope as she placed her head between her legs and forced her own crotch onto the Amazon’s. Practically displaying the Amazon’s sweaty, tanned and nude body to the ravenous crowd whilst forcing her eyes to look up her incredible figure.

Cream wants everyone to see her handiwork. Placing her opponent in a position that shows off her full figure to the crowd that are eager wanting more from the smaller blond, But still Cream feels that she can do more to Origa but what she has to think on it since the order she gave the woman is not being done at all. With a frown on her face she looks down and says 'Really you stupid giant woman... I told you to kiss me, and you can't even follow basic orders at all.' She glares and squeezes her legs together, making sure Origa knows that she means what she says.

After a while, Cream will stop squeezing her opponent trapped head between her toned thighs. 'Now You are going to use that tongue of yours and start to lick me, understand... Or are you so mind fucked that you don't even understand what I'm saying.' In that smug tone she starts to grind and hump Origa face, showing off her skills while riding the other face with her crotch soaking wet at this point, smearing her own juices all over her face. Wanting to make sure that Origa knows who owns her during this match.

Riding a giantess face is fun for a while. But getting bored Cream slides off her opponent face, brushing her hair to the side and debating on what she is going to do next to the poor woman 'You know maybe you just want the vibrator again, huh?... Let me go get it for you, my pet,' she says as she slides out of the ring and goes to get the powerful item that not just a few minutes earlier made the other woman almost pass out from pleasure.

Origa was creams personal toy at this point. Her “pet” as she so eloquently repeated over the course of this match. And as much as Origa had tried to deny it, what was happening only proved it as her nude body was put on display. Her face mounted by creams soaking crotch, forcing her to breathe in her intoxicating scent through her mouth and nose. The blondes dominance over her showing just how hot and bothered it made her.

She had ordered the amazon to service her, to use her tongue and worship the blondes sex like a good little slave. Whether it was how dazed she was or there was a lady remaining bit of resistance still inside her. The Amazon’s tongue did no such thing. An action cream quickly punished by squeezing her head with her soft, succulent thighs. Crushing her before deciding to use Origa’s face as her own pleasure device.

The Amazon’s mewls and moans vibrated against her opponents dominant sex as it rubbed and grinded along her face, smearing her juices all over Origa’s features and marking the giant as hers. When cream finally got bored and slipped off, Origa’s head remained hung back. Her eyes glassy, yet still able to hear what cream planned to do next with a familiar device.

”n-noooo.” she pathetically whispered. Almost too quiet to hear.

Cream turns her body around, holding up the object that had driven Origa to near insane levels of pleasure. But wanting to see if anything else was underneath the ring to help her, but with a frown she doesn't find anything but a roll of silver duct tape... but she figures she can use this to her advantage when playing with her pet some more as she slides into the ring again. Holding the sleek white item in her hand... and the roll of duct tape in the other, as she stalks forward with that cruel smirk on her face, eyeing Origa like prey.

'Now what to do with you hm?.' she says, tapping her chin with her hand. Looking at the other woman, who is still slumped in the ring ropes, before getting an idea to really get the higher ups talking. 'Come to me, Origa... Just relax and let me take care of you, my pet.' in that soothing voice of hers, Cream takes the other woman by the hair after helping her get to her hands and knees and leads the still glassy eyed woman over to the corner turnbuckle. 'Up you go now Origa.' as Cream drop the woman and roll her over onto her back and reaching down grabbing Origa legs and places them over the top rope with effort due to her opponent being almost dead weight. But with a lot of effort and some mishaps, Cream has her opponent in a tree of woe position.

'There, we go and look at that?. Your pussy is soaked right now... Should I give it a lick? Or use the toy again, Origa...?.' asking just to tease the poor woman. Before Cream leans forward and licks the other woman slit with her tongue slowly letting out small pleased moans of satisfaction. 'Mmm your nectar taste divine my pet... Now for the toy.' as she turns the vibrator on, and presses it against the other woman clit again.

Origa’s quiet plea was either not heard or ignored in it’s entirety. And knowing who she’s dealing with, it’s more than likely the latter than the first. Not long after leaving the amazon where she was, leaning on the ropes like a mannequin on display. She came back into the amazon glassy view wielding a very familiar item to both of them. It was after all the very thing that cemented creams continued dominance in this match

A low pathetic mewl was what answered the blondes question, but it seemed like the much smaller girl didn’t seem to mind. If anything it only got Origa’s opponent more excited as she untangled the amazon from the ropes and proceeded to walk her like a dog towards one of the nearby corners. Origa unable to do anything but be led along by her hair as if it were her own leash.

Then, as soon as they got there. Cream shoved the weakened amazon onto her back and began the slow process of lifting her up onto the corner one leg at a time. Until she was finally hanging upside down with the blood quickly rushing to her head. Creams lick against her sopping sex sending an awakening shock throughout Origa’s systems. But if that was a wake up call, then the vibrator would be compared to a fire alarm as it buzzed against Origa’s submissive sex and lit her body alight! ”Iyah! Haaa! AAAHHHHNNNN!!!” She screamed as the toy went to work once again.

Cream can never get tired of hearing Origa scream in pleasure. It is like music to her ears hearing the tanned woman cry and beg for it to stop... but just like a small vengeful Goddess, she will not allow her opponent any rest... or break unless she wills it to happen. As she presses the vibrator against her opponent sex even more, wanting to see the woman twitch and spasm in submissive pleasure.

'Scream for me, my pet...allow the fans to hear your beautiful voice as you break in front of me...' she says, enjoying the power she has over the taller woman. Up close, she can see every twitch, spasm, and nectar leaking from Origa sex. That alone would drive anybody wild up close, but she is a very greedy woman, and that is not enough for her at all. She refuses to stop until Origa is broken and obedient to her will, since she can have use for the tall woman when it comes to taking on the other taller women in the heavyweights class.

So wanting to blow her mind... She slides two fingers inside Origa wet sex. Thrusting her fingers in and out in an agonizing slow rhythm. Wanting to leave the woman limp so that she can put her grand final plan into action... 'Cum for me, my pet, if you beg me to stop... I will show you mercy...'

And scream the caramel amazon indeed did. Her hips acting independently of her own body as they bucked and twitched with every vibration of the toy. Practically vibrating alongside it as her juices rolled down her upside down body. Making a shining trail from her sex, to her belly, to her breasts, to her neck, and eventually dripping onto the canvas. A continuous waterfall of ecstasy.

Origa didn’t care anymore, she just wanted it all to end. So when cream offered mercy if she begged for it, the amazon was quick to finally give in to her demands. But when she opened her mouth to say the words, only more moans came out. No matter how hard she tried, the constant pleasure from the toy and now the blondes fingers would override whatever words she was going to say and leave her incapable of asking for the mercy she so desperately yearned for.

And eventually, her mouth stopped working all together. Her tongue flopping past her lips and her eyes rolling back into her as another mind blanking orgasm tore through her. Her body shaking like she was connected to an electric current and her juices bursting out and staining both herself and the ropes she hung from. Her body went limp as it finished, hanging only by her legs hooked over the ropes, but her eyes completely white. It seemed that she had passed out completely from this one.

Cream can only watch spell bound, seeing her trapped opponent spasm in front of her like a fish out of water. The shaking and twitching of Origa limbs while her body shines under the lights due to the sweat and some of her own juices make a beautiful sight for the smaller blond that is the cause of all of this, that is why she started to finger the poor woman, not wanting to end too early... not until she has gotten her fill of her tanned opponent body only then will she be allowed to surrender and be given mercy from someone like her.

Removing her fingers slowly from the poor woman already beaten sex, seeing how wet and shiny her digits are from finger fucking her opponent before leaning forward and licking them with her tongue slowly. 'Mmm a sweet taste Origa... oh my...' faking shock as she looks down seeing the woman out cold from too much pleasure with her eyes rolled up and tongue sticking out making her a sight to see. Reaching down and gently lifting the woman head up by her hair, slowly making sure that she is out cold to allow her to do something that nobody has ever done to the giant woman at all.

'You ready to go for a ride Origa... it is all over soon I promise alright just a bit more... and you be my new pet.' Cream would say as she struggles to lift the massive dead weight woman under her shoulders, using the turnbuckle for added support to help her pull off this grand move of hers. Placing her arm around the woman neck to keep her still before using her other arm to steady the giant woman body... before sliding her finger right back inside the woman wet slit with ease.

To the shock of the crowd, seeing what the smaller cream is doing to someone the size of Origa, they start to record what about to happen as Cream walks away from the turnbuckle corner...carrying her passed out opponent on her back in a torture rack move. 'Time to wake up my pet... Now you will suffer pain and pleasure... let see how long you last for me before you cum.' as she walks around parading the woman on her back like some prize she already won.

Origa’s mind was gone, her consciousness faded with the orgasm that was just forced out of her. Yet her body continued to twitch, to buck, to beg for more. Almost mourning as creams fingers left her defeated pussy to give herself a taste. The blonde was rightfully assured that she had won. Origa was nothing more that a ragdoll hanging from the corner for her amusement, a prize only she could admire.

But Cream didn’t want to just admire her work. She wanted to show it off to all the wonderfully horny people that were in the crowd right now. Watching with bated breath as this small blonde dismantled the giantess and turned her into her toy. No reaction was given when the blonde lifted the Amazon’s head, and there was none as she was lifted up higher before being draped across creams shoulders.

Her hips bucked when they felt Cream’s fingers return to her snatch. And a chorus of flashes sparkled across the arena like a multitude of stars. All capturing and recording the moment small dominant Cream would walk around the the ring with the amazon across her shoulders in a torture rack. She was like a beautiful huntress, bringing back an animal from a dangerous hunt that was ready to be feasted upon.

Origa didn’t know how long she had been in that position when she awoke. Only that her vision was still upside down, and that pleasure and pain racked her body in equal measures. ”Iyah! Haaa!” She mewled as her consciousness finally returned. Too weak to fight, even as creams fingers worked her into yet another frenzy. Her juices dripping onto the canvas after running down her thighs. “N-no moreeee. Please. I. I give up.” she moaned her submission, no longer able to handle the torture of ecstasy.

But would her dominator accept it?