No DQ Submit: Armando "Army" Rodriguez vs Karam del Rosario

It would seem that Ro wasn't giving Army any head. At least, not like Karam gave it. His inner beast came gushing out so... quickly, so viciously. So voluminously. The rest of him deflated like a punctured sex doll.

Karam smiled, pushing off his thighs and landing at his side. She snuggled him.

"Nyaaaah!"

And ran a cum-soaked tongue along his cheek.

The referee made a note on a note-pad she'd pulled out from...somewhere. In a false-happy falsetto, she chirped, "The toys, ladies, are now in play."

Army came. Army came like he hadn't come in a while.

It wasn't that Ro wasn't good or that she'd never done similar things to him before. But, when it came to this particular sort of play, the girl he was facing right now was a master. For Ro, it was an act. For her, it was reality. She wasn't pretending to be some sex-crazed animal trying to eat him alive...she was actually was. The difference was stark.

He breathed in. He breathed out. He stared up at the pale ceiling lights and shuddered as his body descended from the high. Satisfied. Totally satisfied. Thoroughly disturbed, too, but it was all too easy to forget that.

He was so wrapped up in the orgasm, so taken up in the moment that he barely noticed what was going on. Army didn't even realize she was laying next to him until he felt her tongue run along his cheek and smelled her breath, still thick with the scent of his essence.

That brought him back to life, and he jerked away from her for a moment, then stopped himself before he could get too far away. This was a match. It hadn't ended yet, it was still on. And even though she'd made him cum, he still had his fair share of advantages, ones that worked well when she was close up to him. Like this.

"Come here!" Army reached out while she was close and tried to pull her in for a bear hug, squeeze her hard against his chest and draw the breath out of her. It'd be a little awkward on the floor like this, but the opportunity was too good for him to wait until after they'd gotten up.

"Oh..."

Karam wrapped her arms over around his shoulders and let him take her all the way in. As the pain started to draw a chord around her middle, her frame trembled. And she smiled.

When she speaks, her mewl is sotte vocce. The ref is sure to hear:

"Oh, stoooop, Army~ You big doofus"

If there is one thing Army had to give her credit for, it was an amazing ability to be sexy and annoying at the same time. It was a weird cocktail, but she pulled it off.

He'd almost forgotten about that little rule, but a harsh glare from the referee reminded him. This chick was tough enough to crack by herself, and he wasn't about to try his luck on a double team - best to cut his loses.

Army relinquished the hold with a disgruntled grunt and rolled back to his feet. He slid under the ropes and took up position in his corner, ready and willing to even the score."Okay, have it your way." He started to bounce on his heels, waiting for her to reset. "But if that little show was the best you've got? Then it's over. Match is mine, now."

Karam slithered to her feet.

She still smelled like Army man grease. As she fixed her off-kilter bra and smoothed out her panties, she beamed  at that sexy piece of filth.

She ignored his little comment about the match. What did he think he had to say? She could see everything she needed from his body. His thighs were the best. As she settled back into her corner, she imagined running a feather down the inner space on each thigh. Up. And down. Riding him all the time, while he sobbed and clenched his sculpted ass.

Of course that's all he'd do. She would have chained up the beast by then.

You clench that sphincter, Army. Clench it hard.

Karam slipped her fingers into her panties and pulled them down, flashing her lady bits at him.

"Bitch, what's my name?" After a pause, she rolled her eyes and silkily drew her whites back up. "You don't know. You're a bitch who hasn't even earned my name, so shut your bitch mouth. Come over here and fuck me and maybe I'll let you talk before I shove your own dick down your throat."

"Ladies," said the ref, "It's back on in 3, 2, 1...ENGAGE!"

And Karam slipped under the ropes. What, did that Latino piece of ass think she was going to stay in the ring? Please. There was a playground full of improvised urethral probes waiting for her.

Army was not exactly known for having a soft ear. He was used to guys talking shit to him back in Puerto Rico and he was getting more and more used to girls talking shit to him now that he was in the AFW. He'd developed some thick skin. He thought he could take the worst of it.

Then this woman - this crazy, sensual succubus from the pit of hell itself - said what she said, and with only a few words, the bar was completely raised. Army couldn't even think up a good comeback. How do you respond to someone who threatens to choke you with your own dick?

He was so stunned by her words that he didn't register her getting out of the ring, not until she was all the way out. He blinked, shook his head, dragged his brain back to reality. She was playing games again, putting some distance between them. He had the advantage in the ring. She had to know that. And while Army wasn't particularly afraid of her using sex toys against him, giving her any sort of advantage would be a bad idea - the girl was dangerous enough. So he needed to get down there and pull her back in, by any means necessary.

But Army was a guy. A guy with a few strange ideas in his head. And, as he saw her land on the floor outside of the ring, one of the crazier ideas came to mind. If she wanted him to get on top of her, she'd get exactly that.

Army backed up to the ropes, bounced off, and ran across the ring at full speed, storming along as fast as his legs would take him. As soon as he neared the other side, he jumped high, cleared the top rope, and tried to land on top of the violet-haired vixen with a suicide dive.

It was high-risk, crazy, and the exact last thing you'd ever expect in a match like this. Those were all good reasons to do it, in his mind.

...Karam caught herself humming the tune. That was a new low, she had to tell herself. There had been times when she had caught her subconscious reveling in naughtiness, but this was Disney she was profaning. Disney, Karam.

She took a moment to pat herself on the back.

It was the cat o'nine tails that set her off. As she rolled onto the carpet, it was right there in front of her, glistening black and deadly in the ululating strawberry light. OK--sure, it was more like a kinky children's toy than a torture device. The handle was plastic and the "whips?" They were just string attached to glass beads. But did the admins not consider that this mofo was a foot-long plastic rod? This thing would annihilate assholes.

So she picked it up. And then...Well. And then Army did that.

Army leaped to the top rope and spread his wings like the Great Phoenix taking to the star-speckled sky. As she turned and saw him as the darkest shadow amongst the conclave of ceiling shadows, she could almost hear his piercing battle screech.

He hit her like the tide. This was no a man. It was nature's wrath unfolding on her, crushing her utterly. Her knees folded, her head konked on the floor, and her breasts? When she hit the floor and Army hit her instead of the floor, her tits were pushed so far back that she had trouble picking them apart from her lungs. For a moment, her world was all breathless pain and the sound of her own nauseated groan.

Worse than all that, when the dust had settled and Army emerged from the rubble, Karam was under him.

There was a moment, a truly terrifying moment, where Army registered the full weight of what he was doing as he sailed through the air. There was the usual risk involved with jumping face first over the ropes, sure, but this arena was a different situation on top of that. Army was naked. Nothing on his skin. The floor was hard, but it also had a carpet. And if he didn't have this woman's soft, pleasurable body to land on, he was looking at serious case of carpet burn, possibly in places that would scar him for life.

It was not a pleasant thought, and Army wanted to thank God when he made contact with his sultry opponent. Somehow he doubted that the Lord Almighty wanted anything to do with this match, though.

Also, strangest thing, but he could've sworn she was humming that song from the Little Mermaid as he took flight. Weird.

Army pushed that thought aside and focused on the deliciously destructive diva beneath him. He was at war with his better nature on this one. What he was about to do wasn't exactly standard gentleman practice, but then again, this was no match for the chivalrous. Just about any depraved thing he could do to her, she would gladly do back to him with an even more sadistic twist.

Besides, she did tell him to fuck her. Ask and you shall receive.

"Hit your chest hard, sorry about that." Army snaked one hand under her shirt and let his fingers glide along her delicate skin, making a sensual journey to her chest. He had big hands, nice and powerful, but he'd learned how to make them dance over the years. "Let me take care of that for you."

A hand ran over her breast. Just once. Not for too long. But it was a curious hand. It pressed, it rubbed, it tested, it teased. His other hand stayed busy as well, running down the mystery woman's thighs, working his way up the leg, tracing every muscle as he neared the grand prize.

Army dropped down and brought his face in front of her, smiling like she'd smiled at him. He was the predator, now. "Get ready to sing for me." He brought his tongue out and  let it graze along her lips, leaving a thin outline around the rim of her mouth.

Have you ever suddenly realized that your mind--far from being a unified self--is actually a thousand or so simultaneously running cognitive processes? It tends to happen when a storm smashes against the tightly regimented ranks and scatters those multifarious systems to the four corners of the mind space. Like a sledgehammer against a Lego Death Star.

Karam's spine ached, but her skin piqued at the softer touch. Goosebumps rose all over the Filipina as Army brushed her breasts, half-teasing, half-invading. Pain and pleasure together made her gasp when he flicked a nipple. It infuriated her--this delicacy of her body. It was just a flick, a flick, yet it made her legs jerk.

At the same time, another cognitive module followed him up her legs. As her shuddering would no doubt give away she was...well. She was. Ticklish. Under her knees. That was just the start, though, the foreplay pointing to an organ that just then was starting to wake up and demand cognitive attention itself. She liked Army. The closer his fingers got to her lower parts, the more she liked him.

And then there was that delicate not-quite kiss. Her breath caught in her throat. Her kitten purred.

So. Army clearly had some experience with the ladies, Karam's previous comments notwithstanding. And parts of her loved it to death. Unfortunately for him, there was also the deep-down dark core that just then was coming back online after a forced reboot.

She was not going to be taken by this naked-ass fucker on camera. It just wasn't going to happen, period. As that determination reasserted control, her body went stiff as a board stuck in the elevator with an ex-boyfriend. Her eyes glared death up into his. Army's tactics, while effective, left her hands free.

Now, there were people who frowned on raking eyes. Sure, you could go like Roy Batty in the ring and burrow your thumbs into the enemy's eye sockets until the blood runs freely. But even DQ matches are subject to homicide law.

So, instead, Karam went for the next mot-likely orifice. She aimed to drive her nails as hard as a furious demon could into his ear canals.

In hindsight, appealing to Karam's passionate side might not have been the best idea Army ever dreamt up.

A lot of it had to do with getting some payback. She'd made him cum - forced it out of him in the weirdest, most twisted way possible. And she'd been getting in his head since the match started, trying to wrap his brain cells around her crooked fingers. Even if he couldn't win by getting a little pleasure out of her, it would still be a nice way to start turning things around a bit. Show that she wasn't the only one who could use sex as a weapon. He could play that game, too.

Besides, he actually was starting to get curious on what her name was. If it turned out to be something plain, like Sarah or April, he'd be disappointed.

And, in his defense, the whole 'turnabout is fair play' thing did seem to work for a few moments. She was gasping. She was twitching. She shuddered. She whimpered. She made sounds he could have listened to all day...in private. Knowing her, it could all be a trick to screw with his head, but if that was the case, this was an award-winning performance. "Oh, you like that?" He whispered and gently sucked on her lower lip, letting his teeth gingerly nibble. "Yeah..."

For once in the match, things were going all his way. So, of course, it didn't last for nearly long enough.

Army opened his eyes and found himself staring into flames, as the purring kitten left and the roaring tigress returned. He realized it too late, though, as a searing pain shot into his ears, courtesy of the miniature daggers in her fingers. Army had an ear infection once, and it felt like someone was just continually driving a knife in the side of his head. This was every bit as bad, and being on top of a sizzling and seductive succubus didn't assuage the terrible sensation.

"Fuck!" Army cried out and rolled off of her to his back, covering his ears as the excruciating pain dominated his senses. He kicked his legs on the carpet and shook his head - the agony was dying down, but nearly fast enough.