Grudge Match: Cecilia Northman Vs. Morgan Raine

Now that she had trapped Morgan and put the woman on display while letting herself get a nice firm position where she could rest and relax while she forced the pink haired girl to eat her out....well there was nothing to it. Cecilia was grinning as she felt Morgan's tongue and mouth ravage her sex, licking and thrashing around with her tongue against Cecilia's sex. Something that got the blond beauty to let out a light laugh.

" Do you see what you get Morgan ?!" Cecilia'd mockingly let out as she felt her own sex start to become wet ever so slowly. She would lick her lips and slip one of her arms off of the ropes to bring it down towards Morgan's hair, attempting to grab a handful of it and use it to try and shove Morgan's head up further against her crotch. " Do you see what you get when you mess with the warrior ?!"

Cecilia continued to taunt the broken down brawler, who finally had enough. Tears of pain and humiliation mingled with saliva and blood as Morgan was pressed further into her enemy's sex. She hated the heat, hated the taste and the beauty that was laid out before her. Any other girl in this league would beg to be in this position. but Morgan rejected it all.

This time would be the last time she'd ever surrender like this, she swore. With her moans of anger and pain muffled by Cecilia's crotch, she continued to work away so she wasn't choked out. Even that little sensitive nub, which Morgan wanted to bite at this moment, was sloppily teased and prodded by the Canadian's surprisingly long tongue. Her emerald eyes looked up, trying to see if the blond was anywhere close to cumming. If she wasn't, it was likely Morgan would be fainting soon!

Cecilia calmly rested against the the ropes as she kept Morgan's face shoved up against her crotch, those hands of her tightly woven into the strands of Morgan's pinkish hair, enjoying the dominance over her submissive captive as she kept full control over the girl. If Morgan fought back, then she'd just lay all the more of a beating down upon her, so there was only one way for Morgan to hope to get out of this situation with the abillity to walk, that was to submit to the Queen.

All the liking and uncouth manner of trying to make her cum, was starting to make Cecilia wet, she however wasn't starting to cum anytime soon it seemed. She would simply relaxing, turning her head to the side the crack her neck a bit, letting out a soft little purr as she did. " It's quite simple hun, do at least pretend like your know what you're doing, okay ?" Cecilia let out in a teasing tone as she'd follow it with a chuckle.

With the pressure applied to her neck, Morgan couldn't help but remain submissive. This wasn't just ordinary pain, this was the kind of stuff that could mess her career up if she didn't play it safe. Being at somebody's mercy like this rankled her, but what could she do? Defiance would fast track her to traction, and months of being absent would just kill whatever chances she had of getting any titles. Nobody was going to pay attention to somebody with a damaged neck and a bad record. Cecilia's jibes were getting to her, but she just had to keep on trying to do what she needed to in order to escape.

"Yes, ma'am. Just please ease up on me. I won't try to escape."

Her voice was almost demure, choked with tears and the taste of the blond in her mouth. As expected of her, she started working better, if only by a bit. Her tongue entered Cecilia, probing as she swirled it around and tasted the Queen. Her enthusiasm seemed to be picking up, too. Now it actually started looking like she was trying to get the blond off instead of merely being force to lick.

Cecilia listened a bit as she heard Morgan's words, instead of doing what the girl asked though she'd press her weight down a bit more against the pink haired girl's head and neck, pressing her crotch further against Morgan's face to make it so that the girl couldn't speak anymore.

She soon started to feel Morgan start to lick her sex and start to swirl around her sex. It wasn't long before Cecilia's sex started to get more and more wet, as she soon enough started to breath out a little heavier, a grin appearing on her face as she seemed to have broken the spirit of this girl quite a bit.

Morgan was smothered again, though she had no strength to flail or otherwise fight back. Cecilia's muscular body was really starting to weigh down on her, as she felt like her neck was going to snap like a pretzel if this kept up for much longer. As such, she redoubled her efforts as she started sucking on the blond's clit like it was life saving oxygen.

In a way, she wasn't exactly wrong. The only way she was getting air again was if Cecilia came. The thought of being forced to drink down those juices was kind of disturbingly alluring, but she tried not to let that affect her as she began to swirl her hot, long tongue around the nub that was so key to her salvation.

Morgan kept up her tongue movement inside of the blond beauties sex, swirling that tongue of hers around and truly working over Cecilia's now soaking sex, she was also doing quite well at humiliating the tan-skinned girl. She spent a bit more time a top of Morgan until soon enough the blond was pushed to the edge, her breathing growing heavier and heavier as a few moans escaped from her mouth.

After a bit more time took place the blond finally came, her juices dripped down upon Morgan's face and into her mouth as the Swede would let out a low long moan. "Mmm ~ There we go...." Cecilia let out, quite pleased was her tone of voice, before she'd start to move off of Morgan.

After all this time, that moan sounded like it came from the Heavens. Morgan tensed up in surprise as she was suddenly doused with Cecilia's juices. In that moment, she couldn't exactly say she hated the taste, but she would not find any relief there. There was a feeling of heat permeating her, something that she didn't usually encounter. Wrestling and exercise had taken her mind off of such base needs, but she couldn't focus on that with her defeat so fresh in her mind.

Morgan never knew breathing could be such a pleasure. She slumped over, her neck and back now resting on the ropes instead of being pinned against them. Her face and mouth were covered in Cecilia's juices and her own blood, the taste and smell permeating her senses as she coughed wearily. The brawler's tanned arms hugged her torso, pain and humiliation overtaking her now that she was free.

"I- it's over. Right?" She asked weakly. In that moment, she didn't even know if she could keep their feud up. After being defeated like this, she didn't know if it was possible to come back and face Cecilia as an equal again.

Cecilia's attention turned back to Morgan when the tanned-skinned beauty let out that meak question of hers, at least the girl's tone had been fixed a bit...the blond beauty would lean down towards Morgan, smirking a bit as she'd take a second to look over her handywork. After a deep breath was taken, the Swede would stand up straight again.

" You're over and so is this. Remember to keep your head lowered from now on." Cecilia let out as she'd turn away from Morgan and start to head out of the arena, walking out as the dominant victor of this match and having exacted her revenge of Morgan with a certain amount of humiliation over the Canadian fake soldier.


Winner: Cecilia Northman