oldrugger82: Still a girl, Little Suki had been coming to (and cumming in) the club for
oldrugger82: Still a girl, Little Suki had been coming to (and cumming in) the club for years. Paying her cover charge, buying more than her drink minimum, screaming encouragement to the girls in the ring, moaning at particularly intense bits of action - and the squealing aftermaths as the victors claimed their spoils. Never had she imagined entering the ring herself, though. Celebrating her eighteenth birthday at the club (of course) Suki afterward only vaguely remembered the older woman chatting her up. Attractive but scary, the elegant cougar drew Suki like a moth to the flame. What Suki remembered better was being led into the back by the hand to a private suite. Turns out Mistress owned the club, and a remarkable set of skills… Flashes of herself bent into a frenzied pretzel, over-stimulated and shrieking for release. popped up behind her bloodshot eyes as Suki awoke the next morning. The eventual mercy and her grateful servicing also cascaded through her mind. Moaning as she frantically rubbed herself, Suki almost ignored the text on her phone. Not a ringtone that she recognized, the sound somehow compelled her to respond. Awkwardly using the phone one-handed, Suki almost dropped it. ‘Your first match will be Friday evening. 8 o’clock, the Red Dragon, I have your outfit and boots in my suite - if you want to try them on…’ ‘How did you…’ but Suki stopped, unable to finish any of those questions. ‘So soon they forget, last night will remain seared into my memory forever.’ Suki’s heart warmed (as did her belly) and her fingers quickened. ‘What are you doing?’ Daringly, Suki pecked with one finger, ‘thinking of you, with my fingers…’ ‘Show me.’ Her breath caught in her throat but she could not resist. Turning the camera around, Suki sent the image into the void. ‘Ohhhh. Stream it.’ Again Suki obeyed, feeling ten feet tall as she climaxed with a squeal at the intensity of the emotions. ‘I need you. Come here now.’ Completely unsure why she immediately obeyed every command, Suki scampered out the door. She didn’t regret her decision, or anything that occurred over the next week. Until now. The Red Dragon was a masked heel - neither particularly large nor skilled - which was fortunate as neither was Suki. Suki shivered in her corner as the referee droned on and the noise from the crowd lashed at her skin. The sonic assault crawled all over her like electricity, tingling. When the bell rang Dragon advanced on the new girl, sneering. Slapping her contemptuously when Suki remained huddled in her corner, Dragon turned to play to the crowd. That was a tactical error as Suki was overwhelmed, not afraid. Dropping the masked girl to the mat with a boot between the legs and a scream of rage. Suki stomped her yowling foe. Grabbing the booted ankles, she twisted Dragon over and sank onto her lower back. The screams of pain, the begging for mercy, and the howling of the crowd were music to Suki’s ears. Feeling bullet-proof, she made a tactical error of her own. Drawing Dragon to her feet by the hair, Suki gestured to the crowd. Despite how much Dragon had screamed, she was not nearly worn down. When the masked heel sank her fist deep into Suki’s pooch, all she could do was drop to her knees in agony, mouth working soundlessly. Mercilessly Dragon beat the resistance out her prey, cruelly battering the new girl until all she could do was cry out her misery. Suki tried to submit when trapped in the torture rack, back feeling broken and her pussy on display to the world, but Dragon refused to accept. Now the world was fading out as the darkness closed in. Back on fire - again - and outfit displaying her charms - again - Suki knows the mercy of unconsciousness will be brief as she will awake stripped and restrained to service her conqueror. Yet even that prospect sends a thrill jolting through her loins. And Suki promises herself that soon she will be a victor- and that some day Dragon will be the one shrieking under her control… -- source link