The arena was quiet. The crowd finished exiting minutes ago, leaving behind trampled popcorn bags, plastic cups, and other snacks on the ground. The chatter of the crowd was still faintly audible, but growing more and more distant until it completely vanished.
The arena was truly silent now. Not even the spring breeze passed through open windows above the stadium-seating; the air had been thick with warm breath and sweat. It was muggy and slicked everyone in a layer of
stick.
Yet, ever since the crowd left, the air became strangely cold. It was quiet, in a sense. The fight was over and excitement abandoned the arena, leaving it like this. Quiet and cold. The only sign of life was Avina, laying on the mat, slowly rasping. Her black hair was sprawled out, her limbs were crookedly laid out, her body was awkwardly twisted as if she were a dropped doll, and she did not move.
Only her bare chest rose and fell.
Her right breast ached; the nipple was raw with Lera's teethmarks. Her used pussy was wet, and if she had the energy, she would shiver from the chill air. Instead, goosebumps popped on her thighs.
She wanted to scrape herself off the canvas. She wanted to lug herself to some clothes. She wanted to limp home and be warm. She wanted to be anywhere but here.
She could not.
Avina was empty. Beyond her body, her pride had been shattered. Beyond pride, her soul had been tongued. Her chest was hollow. Something was removed. Even if she was not used to wipe the floor with, and her womanhood splayed for half the town to see, she would at least have the strength to crawl away. Not today.
This was drinking.
Her muscles were no better than lead weights. Haze pervaded her mind, slowing her thoughts while simultaneously distracting her. Though she lay on the ground, she was off balance. The very idea of standing made her dizzy, and in turn, queasy. The only silver lining was she came. The elixir was out of her system because Lera sucked it out. Raging horniness was gone.
Humiliation took its stead.
She lay on the floor empty and used.
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Agatha bucked. She was out of options. Iris's fingers were working their usual magic, constantly pumping, constantly bringing Agatha closer to climax, yet that was the trick. That was Iris's magic. The Silken Vixen, who sat atop Agatha, had a disturbing sense of when Agatha was closest to cumming.
At that moment, Iris would switch up her position, lock Agatha in a new hold, and stifle the brimming orgasm. This. Was. Agony. Though they practiced without elixir, they had been sparring for an hour and it was always the same result.
Agatha did manage to get a few good strokes on Iris. The Silken Vixen's pussy was firm, and Agatha loved plunging her fingers into it. The moans Iris elicited, though she tried not to, were music to Agatha. In the past week, the two girls bonded and Agatha fell into a submissive role easily.
Iris made it easy.
She treated Agatha as a student, and while teachers need be harsh at times, Agatha rarely needed a spanking. She did not mind one though. They sparred daily. They fucked nightly. Older catfighters looked at them strangely. Seeing a victor fraternize with a defeated foe so quickly
was
strange, but this was not first time.
Nor would it be the last.
Iris's moans, her hourglass figure trembling from Agatha's fingers, and her agonized expressions were heavenly. Iris was a mound of woman: Elegant, charming, and seductive. She had a wardrobe of backless dresses and silken lingerie, hence her fighting nickname
--Silken Vixen
. Her breasts, which Agatha gladly used as pillows at night, were outstanding weapons. Large and firm enough to smother girls out in matches, but not so big that they got in the way. Her large ass, her subtle abs, her thick thighs, all of it made Agatha want more.
This, in part, is why Iris always won their sparring matches. Not to say Iris was not a powerful catfighter--she grappled any but the largest girls and held them between her thighs--but Agatha was at a disadvantage. She
wanted
Iris.
Agatha
wanted
to be fingered, fucked silly, used and abused, left wet and panting, forced into submission, and anything else sexually possible by Iris. This made
doing
those things to Iris that much more difficult.
Iris smiled gently. The muscles in Agatha's pussy subtly twitched. Her hips tossed and turned. Her bucking grew weak. Iris slowed the fingering down.
Agatha's orgasm was at the doorway and Iris would slam the door shut.
"Pl-" Agatha stopped before finishing the word.
"What were you going to say, baby?" Iris slowly fingered. Throughout the hour long match, this was the tightest hold Iris scored on Agatha. She practically sat on Agatha's face, though her ass was in the air to avoid any counter-tongue, and her knees trapped Agatha's arms. All Iris had to do was reach forward and insert.
Which she did. Her fingering had been going on for the better part of fifteen minutes and she brought Agatha to climax four times... and denied her release four times.
This was the fifth. Iris felt bad.
Agatha did not want to say the word. Iris taught her yesterday, and every day of the week for that matter, to never let her opponent know they found a soft spot. This is impossible, of course. But, Iris emphasized, don't beg to cum. Just do it and be done with it.
"N- N-" Agatha tried to speak, but the syllables came out like grunts as Iris purposefully leaned forward and blew on Agatha's clit. "No..." She clenched her teeth. The orgasm was right there.
Iris stopped fingering but kept blowing. "Yes?" She asked.
Agatha could not see straight. Her legs kicked and stomped, not to move but out of frustration, and Agatha did not even realize she was doing it.
Gradually, barely, Iris got closer to Agatha's clit, blowing cool air until she stopped and put the tip of her tongue on it. Iris removed her finger altogether. She did not need to move her tongue. If anything, she had to move it away to just keep the tip on as Agatha desperately tried to grind.
"Oh god, please. Please baby. I need to." Blood rushed to Agatha's head. She was burning up. She could not stop sweating. She needed to buck Iris off, but Iris was too strong. She was pinned and her pussy cried for release.
