“For our next event,” the announcer’s voice boomed across the stadium, “we have a delicious match. First up, standing at 5’6, we have Fate!”
Fate moved confidently towards the ring; each step exuded coolness. A black duffle bag hung loosely over her shoulder.
Her firm ass moved back and forth as all stared at her dark booty shorts. Her sneakers traveled up her thighs, covering her legs from prying eyes. A black tube top covered her moderately sized breasts. Her eyes peered at the crowd with a look of nonchalance, but the mask around her mouth kept any more emotion from spilling out. Her brown ponytail swayed from the opening of her baseball cap with every step.
Fate rolled into the ring, laying the bag down in her corner as she waited for her opponent.
“Next,” the announcer continued once the scene calmed, “standing at 5’8. She is the Seductress!”
The Seductress strutted onto the runway with her ample hips and bosoms swaying left and right. She rubbed at her nipples through the thin cloth covering. Fishnets covered every inch of her body, with only small fabric blocking the view of her more sensitive areas. Everyone in the stadium glared lustfully at the ebony woman. Why wouldn’t they? After all, she was practically a succubus.
Once in the ring, she made eye contact with her opponent as she buried several fingers in her snatch. Moans escaped her lips as she toyed with herself. After a few moments, she pulled out a dripping mess and cleaned every inch with her tongue while staring at Fate.
“I get to fuck a Korean whore now,” the Seductress smiled, “this will be fun.”
After the official regained his bearings, he waved his hand, issuing the start of the match. Neither sex fighter charged in but instead watched one another. The two circled the ring once before Fate ran in, aiming a punch toward her foe, but it only hit the air. The Seductress jumped out of the way effortlessly.
The black wrestler landed back on her high heels and shot out with a kick of her own. Fate felt the impact on the side of her head, falling over, dazed.
The Seductress took advantage of Fate’s weakness. The black woman charged at the ropes bouncing off the side of the ring to increase her momentum. She jumped high up, landing on the Korean with her fat ass.
The ref ran over, “1….”
Fate shot up an arm at hearing the count. For all sex fighters, this was pure instinct now.
The Seductress huffed as she stood. The black woman grabbed her opponent’s ponytail, dragging the weakened fighter to the ring corner. She thought this would have been an easy win, but it does not matter as she gets to beat up this slut even more. This thought left her dripping wet as the distance between the two grew.
The Seductress charged and jumped as Fale lay hanging onto the bottom rope. The Korean rolled out of the ring, causing her opponent to slam against the corner. A wet thwack resounded throughout the stadium.
Fate looked up to see her opponent holding her crotch. A clear sticky fluid ran down the woman’s legs. Quickly, the Korean woman grabbed the other sex fighter’s legs yanking with all her might so the Seductress could relive her embarrassing moment.
The Seductress yelped as she felt the impact, but this remained far from the end of her torment. Fate twisted her opponent’s legs to form a figure four lock. The black wrestler’s yelp turned into a scream as the weight of her opponent increased her agony as she dangled istanbul travesti from the ring.
The Seductress writhed in pain as it felt like an eternity but soon lessened as the pressure on her legs abated. The black woman held onto the ropes as she tried to stand on wobbly legs but failed. Hands grabbed the weak fighter and held her with her face toward the ground. A leg draped over her neck, locking her in place.
“Twisted Fate!” The audience cheered as they saw the signature move set up.
Fate performed a forward flip causing her opponent to twist like a tornado. The Seductress slammed face-first into the mat. The Korean woman quickly rolled over her opponent, hooking her leg for a pin.
“1…” the ref counted, “2….”
The Seductress shot up with an arm of her own, ending the pin. Fate turned to the ref, arguing with the official about how it should have been a three, but the man refused to back down.
Fate turned, and a kick to her stomach nearly folded the woman. The Seductress performed an Irish Whip causing Fate to rebound off the ropes.
The black sex fighter ran at her opponent and slammed her big ass into her foe’s face. Fate slammed against the mat. The Seductress grabbed Fate’s hair and dragged the poor woman to the turnbuckle.
With Fate’s head on the bottom corner, the Seductress pulled her opponent’s mask down, revealing a beautiful mouth. The black woman sat on the downed sex fighter’s face…….
The Seductress twerked and rubbed her ass in her opponent’s face. She ensured the downed sex fighter’s nose wedged itself deep between her cheeks. Fate needed to sample what she would be eating after her defeat.
The Seductress stood up and realized there was something wrong. It was that Fate had too many clothes on. The sex fiend ripped off the downed fighter’s tube top, and she slipped off her booty shorts.
The Seductress took a minute to admire the near-naked form of Fate. The black woman stared at her opponent’s small but perky tits lustfully. She lets the Korean woman keep her thong, which will be used later in the show for her enjoyment.
The Seductress grabbed the piece of clothes that covered her cunt and moved it slightly to reveal a shaved snatch. The black sex fighter towered over her opponent, and she wanted to let loose her lustful intentions. The sex fiend sat on Fate’s face, letting her dripping-wet crotch rest on her opponent’s mouth.
The Seductress moved Fate’s mask just enough to have no barrier between the two. The black woman swayed her hips as she twisted her nipples.
Moans escaped the Seductress’ lips as she felt her wet snatch slide across her opponent’s mouth and nose. She wanted to cum so bad and could not take it anymore. Her orgasm built up inside her quickly.
A tongue breezed past the dominant woman’s cunt. Shuddering in ecstasy, she let out a breath. Her sexual thoughts clouded her mind as the act’s implications never dawned on her.
Fate’s tongue forced its way into the soaking snatch. Slowly, she stood, lifting up the Seductress while increasing the speed and pressure she ate her opponent.
The Seductress’ hips moved faster as she edged closer to cumming. Juices squirted out of her pussy as she released her orgasm. A gust of wind blew past her as she slammed to the ground.
The audience remained stunned as they watched Fate powerbomb her opponent while eating her out.
Fate quickly pulled up her mask istanbul travestileri so no one would see her face. She rolled up her opponent in the pin.
“1…” the ref counted, “2… 3….”
The ref shot up, declaring Fate the winner of the match. The Korean woman walked toward her duffle bag. Slowly, she pulled out a massive ten-inch strap-on.
The fake cock looked much more prominent on Fate due to her slim physique.
“Welcome to the dragon’s lair, bitch!” Fate yelled. Cheers followed the shout of victory.
Before the Seductress could say a word, fingers clenched her hair tightly, dragging her to the corner. The defeated fighter screamed as she felt the tension on her scalp.
Fate slammed her foe into the corner and thrust the fake cock into the loser’s agape mouth.
Many in the crowd wondered if the Seductress’ jaw would break, but her mouth made the task seem effortless as she swallowed the dick.
The referee held a mic close to the action so all could hear the black woman gagging and slobbering over the oversized member.
The sight of Fate forcing the dildo entirely into her defeated opponent was impressive in itself. Then the Korean woman thrust the whole thing in until the black woman’s face pressed against her.
For several seconds there were no sounds or movement. It was eerily quiet until the Seductress started flailing her arms in a panic. She tried in vain to get her foe off.
Fate pulled back, leaving her opponent gasping for air. She looked around at the crowd while keeping a death grip on the defeated fighter’s hair.
The crowds watching cheered, begging for the action to continue. This desire resonated deep in Fate’s heart. She did not want the punishment to end either. Quickly, she dragged the Seductress to the middle of the ropes.
The black woman groaned in pleasure and pain. She felt her tits being restricted by the ropes of the ring, and then her arms ended up tangled. Groggily, she turned her head at the crowd, then her asshole opened up as her opponent’s fake cock rammed its way in.
“Fuuuucccck,” the bound woman yelled as the sound of slapping flesh echoed loudly in the ring.
Fate reached down, rubbing her foe’s clit hard and fast. Fluid puddled onto the ring as the show continued. Cameras came close for the fans to see the action on the giant screens.
After several minutes of rough fucking, the Seductress’s legs buckled under her, slumping against the ropes. She took in several deep breaths.
Fate walked to her bag, pulling out a can of spray paint and a piece of cardboard with letters carved into it. She sprayed the can of paint over the board and onto the loser’s back.
After finishing her task, Fate raised a hand, and black lights lit up the arena with a snap. It revealed every stain in the ring, and it also revealed writing on the Seductress’ back.
-Fate’s little slut-
All knew what the stylized font meant. It meant that Fate had utterly humiliated her opponent by showing her off as a sub rather than a dom the Seductress preferred to be.
Fate leaned next to the defeated woman, holding the Seductress’ hair. The winner kissed the defeated sex fighter to finish the humiliation, letting their tongues entangle in a sloppy embrace.
Unceremoniously Fate dropped the loser’s head. A hollow thump resounded from the impact. The winner grabbed her belongings and turned to leave the ring.
A boot greeted travesti istanbul Fate’s toned stomach, doubling her over. An arm quickly wrapped around her neck, slamming her face with a DDT.
The Korean wrestler remained motionless as the man who attacked her stood over her.
“Assume the position,” a female voice ordered.
The man sat on her back, wrenching her neck upwards to look at his mistress. Pain shot up through Fate’s spine. The camel clutch was a painful experience as it had always appeared to be.
Fate locked eyes with the mistress. She recognized her as Miss Domm. The woman had a massive kink for BDSM, which was easily surmised from her outfit. Black latex straps covered her entire body, simultaneously leaving nothing and all to the imagination. Small strips of fabric barely covered her sensitive areas.
Miss Domm sat her plump ass on a man who wore nothing but a matching set of black masks, thongs, and boots. The woman’s hand lightly caressed her massive breasts, biting her lower lip from the pleasure. Several more gimps stood around her. Their underwear barely contained their erect cocks.
“You are a pretty one, but I can’t have you marking your…” Miss Domm purred. Her eyes flicked to the Seductress for a second before returning. “Prey. Every fighter here belongs to me.”
“Fuck you,” Fate replied, gritting her teeth in pain as Miss Domm’s subordinate pulled back harder.
Miss Domm’s slender hand danced around her pussy. Moans escaped her lips. “I love it when my toys show resilience.” Her sultry tone turned into malice. “End her.”
The man slammed Fate’s head down to the mat, dazing the woman. The Korean opened her eyes to see herself far above the ground and upside down in her attacker’s grip.
Fear showed in Fate’s eyes as she kicked and squirmed, but it was all in vain. Shocked ran through the stadium. They all watched as the match’s victor was thrown around like a used doll.
Fate remained slumped with her ass in the air. The man stripped the remaining clothing from the woman, revealing a cute little snatch.
Miss Domm pressed down with stiletto, slowly inserting the heel into Fate’s pussy. A moan escaped the korean. In response, the dominatrix slammed down her foot, forcing out a scream instead.
“Let this be a lesson to you,” Miss Domm spoke with venom. She snapped her fingers, causing her minions to pull out their prominent members.
One forced his way into Fate’s sore cunt, another into her little mouth, and then a final one into her tight ass.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated throughout the ring. Moans and groans escaped the orgy.
Miss Domm held a microphone close so the fans could hear the action. “My toy seems to be enjoying….”
The ring shook, causing Miss Domm to turn towards the commotion. The dominatrix doubled over from a boot to her gut. Her attacker grabbed her lingerie, using it to toss the woman out of the ring.
The crowd cheered as Miss Domm looked up to see a blonde hair and blue-eyed beauty, tossing the rest of her minions out of the ring.
The newcomer’s well-endowed breasts were held against her chest by an American flag bikini top. Ripped Jean booty shorts covered her wide hips and the cowboy boots. Her entire outfit screamed, ‘Murcia.’ It was Jesse Southern belle.
“Listen here, bitch.” The blonde shouted into a microphone, pointing at Miss Domm. “I ain’t gonna let you do as you please, so if you are gonna fuck anyone, then fuck me.”
Miss Domm frantically ran back up the ramp, flipping the bird at Jesse and the cheering crowd.
Jesse walked out of the ring once she made sure there was no counterattack, leaving behind the two sex fighters in puddles of their own fluid.