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“There we go… nice and tight.”
The leather strap knots around her wrists with finality. When she tests the bonds – because even though she’s a woman of honor and won’t break out of them, she still needs to know if she could – they creak ominously but hold. The spot under her right palm is tacky. It must have been one of the parts soaked in blood.
“You look beautiful, Miss ‘Cosmic Killer,’” Thekla croons with false sweetness.
Another lie. Kris knows what she looks like right now –
It’s another power play. Kris, stripped naked, still dripping blood and sweat with tangles in her hair, and Thekla, fully clothed, barely mussed, the Women’s World Title coiled around her neck like an ostentatious collar. That damned strap they used is the thing binding her, wound around her torso and body and tying her wrists and hands together behind her back.
“Like a pretty little butterfly all wrapped up in a spider’s web.”
Thekla fists her hand in Kris’s hair, yanking her back to look up at her. From her knees, Thekla almost looks tall. She sneers down at her over the gilded edge of the title belt. With her free hand, she rubs her thumb over the wound on Kris’s head, breaking the scab that’s managed to form and sending a fresh wave of blood gushing down her face.
Kris tries to school her expression, but she can’t hide her minute wince from Thekla. Not when she’s scrutinizing her so carefully.
Thekla’s sneer turns into more of a genuine smile. She pats Kris on the head and steps out of her field of view.
“I’m surprised that you agreed to the stipulation,” Thekla muses. There’s the sound of metal clinking against itself, almost like a belt buckle. Kris doesn’t turn her head to look. “I suppose you were sure you would win.”
“I’m not a coward,” Kris finally speaks.
She’s not. She’s accepted winner’s room stipulations plenty of times, and from women much more frightening than Thekla. She’s won and she’s lost. She’s learned a lot over the years.
She’s learned so much, really. About friendship and love, betrayal and bitterness. Cruelty, too.
She knew what she was signing up for.
“Oh no… I would never call you a coward,” Thekla agrees.
Kris keeps staring fixedly ahead. The sounds continue. She’s not completely stupid – she’s figured out now that it’s a strap-on harness. This isn’t her first rodeo.
Still, how boringly typical of Thekla to give herself a phallus and fuck her on her knees.
Kris schools her expression and waits, listening to Thekla humming to herself and leisurely tightening straps. She’s not going to give her anything – anything she gets from Kris she’ll have to earn.
“No, no, Kris Statlander is so brave,” Thekla continues. Her boots clomp on the floor as she takes some steps back towards her. “Not a coward, no. Just weak. A fool. Hiding behind your little friends, but when have your little friends ever come to save you? Hm? Do they ever, when it really means something?”
Kris keeps herself fixed in place. Thekla steps back into view, throwing herself onto the couch with her legs spread wide. She’s still dressed – just as Kris had predicted, she’s strapped herself into a harness. The largest, most ridiculously poison green dildo protrudes up from between her legs. Thekla taps her fingers against it and then trails her hand down to her own thigh to pat invitingly.
“Come over here, Big Stat Daddy.”
Kris keeps her expression stoic as she obediently shuffles forward across the carpet to put herself between Thekla’s spread legs. Blood spatters on the carpet when she shifts her weight. When she comes to a stop, fat drops flick onto Thekla’s thigh.
She smiles and wipes her fingers through the blood. She brings them up to her mouth and sucks the blood off of them with an exaggerated moan of pleasure.
“So good,” she whispers with a wink. She runs her other hand over Kris’s head again gently before she tightens a fist in her hair, grabbing her skull and shoving her forward onto the strap. “Go on, then. Suck it.”
Kris lifts her eyes up to meet Thekla’s and deliberately rolls them.
She’s a woman of her word, though, so she doesn’t hesitate to lower her head down and start licking at the obnoxiously green dildo. She can’t begin to imagine what Thekla’s getting out of this, watching Kris struggling to wrap her lips around this stupidly large hunk of silicone. Power and humiliation, maybe. Control. Domination.
Kris couldn’t give a damn. It’s just a piece of silicone. If this is all she wants, then whatever.
“Good girl. Is it too big for you?” Thekla asks, all sweet innocent concern.
Kris flicks her eyes up to her and then pointedly lowers her mouth down around it until it presses on the limits of her gag reflex.
Thekla claps her hands. When Kris looks up at her again through her eyelashes, she looks delighted.
“So feisty! Yes! That’s our champion! I mean – our former champion.” She strokes the title belt around her neck to illustrate the point.
“Always keep fighting, Big Stat Daddy,” Thekla mocks, “Do the girls who call you Daddy know you suck cock like a whore?”
Kris clenches her fists behind her back and tries to ignore her. She just keeps up this stupid farce, bobbing up and down on this unfeeling piece of plastic for Thekla’s amusement. Whatever gets the crazy bitch off. Blood keeps dripping into her eyes, dripping down to stain Thekla’s nice gear and the harness, but she doesn’t seem to care.
“I think you can go a little deeper, though,” Thekla says.
That’s all the warning Kris gets before she feels fingers dig into her skull, and she’s shoved down onto the dildo to gag helplessly. She can’t pull back up – Thekla’s an annoyingly strong little bitch – so she has no choice but to take it deeper into her throat even as she gags and heaves around the wide intrusion.
“I knew you could do it. Good job!”
Kris’s skull is released so Thekla can clap condescendingly. She pulls off completely, coughing and choking and trying to get her breath back. Thekla pats her head again.
“Do you want to take a break? Is it too much for you?”
The stipulation is the only thing that stops Kris from spitting into her falsely concerned, evil little eyes. She settles for glaring up at her with so much poison that she hopes it’ll kill even the Toxic Spider.
“No? You want more? So brave!”
Thekla leans forward now, hunching down until they’re almost nose to nose. Her eyes dart over Kris’s and across her sweaty, bloodied face. Her mouth splits into a grin.
“Alright then. I believe you. Now ride it.”
Thekla leans back to throw her arms over the back of the couch, spreading her legs even wider. Kris stares up at her blankly.
“Did you not hear me? I said ride it.”
Kris heard her. She eyes the long, thick dildo with new trepidation. It’s huge. Even when she does do penetrative stuff, she doesn’t use anything nearly that big.
It’s going to hurt.
That’s the point, though, isn’t it?
Newly comforted by the fact that suffering simply is the point, Kris rallies herself. It’s a little hard to get up to her feet from kneeling with her hands behind her back, but she manages, staggering a little from her numbing legs. Thekla merely watches with a smug smile that only widens when Kris staggers forward and kneels to straddle her waist.
“Oh, what a beautiful thing,” Thekla says, sounding oddly sincere. She scratches her sharp nails over Kris’s thigh and grins. “I hope you got it nice and wet.”
Kris is very much not thinking about her insufficient spit being the only lube on this thing. She’s not exactly dripping wet here, herself. Not like glaring at this bitch Thekla while she’s still oozing blood and pissed off has done much for her. No, this is going to be one uncomfortable ride.
The longer she hesitates, the more it dries, though.
Kris doesn’t give herself any more time to worry about it.
Thekla exclaims in surprised delight when Kris unceremoniously rubs herself against the dildo until she manages to line it up with her hole. Kris snarls wordlessly at her as she gives herself no more time to hesitate, snapping her hips down to begin impaling herself on it.
She was right – it fucking hurts.
Fuck Thekla and her stupid fucking giant-ass green cock and her stupid fucking face and –
She realizes after a second that she’s saying some of this out loud. Thekla – far from offended – looks even more delighted.
“Yes, yes, good girl. You’re doing so good, my feisty little Stat Daddy. Is that the best you got? Is that all you can take?”
Kris knows she’s being goaded, but that doesn’t stop it from working. She forces herself down more, stretching herself painfully wide over it while she hisses out more hate-filled threats and insults. Her spit and blood both spatter across Thekla’s enraptured face, but she doesn’t flinch.
“Oh, look at you,” Thekla breathes, “My perfect little bitch.”
Kris’s face flames with shame, but she grits her teeth and tries to overpower it with hate. She’s nobody’s bitch. Not even here, spread open on an oversized dildo, naked, pouring blood out of her head while the fully clothed woman who stole her title holds it over her and laughs.
“Come on, my little bitch. Ride it.”
Kris snarls, but she can’t back down. In jerky movements, she starts fucking herself on Thekla’s strap, sliding down a little bit more each time. She’s never going to be able to take the whole thing, but that’s probably not the point, either.
No, Thekla looks quite happy like this, grinning up at her tits bouncing in her face and her thighs flexing around her waist. A hail of ruby droplets rains down to spatter over Thekla’s face and the bright gold surface of the championship title. Sweat and blood sting in Kris’s eyes and she blinks the reflexive tears away furiously lest Thekla misconstrue them as anything more than her body’s attempt to get all the salt and iron out of her eyes.
“I hate you,” Kris grits out.
The hatred pulses in her body with every beat of her heart. It pulses through her throbbing pussy, through the stinging, aching wound on her head, through every screaming sore muscle and bruise left over from their match. All the pain compounds back on itself, pouring from her lips in a stream of toxic bile that she imagines coating and swallowing Thekla whole.
Thekla just grins, teeth shining white and bright over the blood smeared on her face and the droplets of spittle near her eyes.
“I hate you, too, bitch,” Thekla says.
Without warning, she strikes out, backhanding Kris and momentarily stunning her. She’s shoved off the dildo and back to the floor. She stares up at Thekla in confusion.
“I think we’re done here,” Thekla says.
She slides from the couch and to the floor, straddling Kris’s prone body. She leans down and licks a long stripe through the blood before she captures Kris’s mouth in hers and thrusts her bloody red tongue inside.
Kris chokes, her own blood and their mingled spit coating her tongue before she chokes again at the feeling of Thekla shoving three fingers into her pussy without warning. Thekla twists them inside her as she bites at her tongue. When she pulls away, they stay connected by a ruddy string that is slow to break.
“We could go on,” Thekla promises. She presses her thumb to Kris’s clit almost threateningly as she thrusts her fingers in and out a few times. Just as suddenly, she pulls her hand away and smiles. “Oh, there are so many things I would like to do to you, but what do they say? You can’t spoil your dinner, yeah? No, no, this isn’t the last time we’ll meet like this, yes?”
“I’m not going to stop coming after you, bitch,” Kris growls up at her.
“See? Why spoil it?” Thekla presses a shorter kiss to her snarling mouth and shimmies up to her feet.
She stands over her then, and she should look a little ridiculous, such a small woman weighed down by that ridiculous dildo and huge title belt over her shoulders, but she manages to look menacing anyway. She raises her hand up in a cheeky little wave.
“I’ll see you again. I’m sure someone will be in here shortly to clean you up, no worries. I’ll see you back in the ring… Stat Daddy.”
Kris snarls wordless insults at her, but she’s already walking out of the room. She can only lie there tied up and naked and filthy to wait for the inevitable humiliation of being found by whoever Thekla sends in here to collect her. She rolls over onto her belly and screams furiously into the carpet.
Thekla’s right about one thing – this isn’t the last time they’ll see each other here. And next time, she’s taking it out on her toxic little ass.