Fathia's Challenge!

Fathia pulled the staff out from Did and lifted it above her head to crack it over the top of Didi's skull. She could already feel a lusty desire building up inside of her from whatever Did put inside of her and knew she had to end the match before she was overcome. She decided to test out Didi to see if she was still conscious. "Is the stuff you put in me the same stuff I win if I beat you ?" She said holding the stick in an offensive position. She would only count to 5 in her head while she waited from an answer from the Goth.

Didi let out a loud cry, tears falling from her eyes as she fell to her knees holding her head. She wretched and spat out a thick mouthful of saliva onto the mat, sobbing briefly. "Not as bad," she whimpered, truly fearful. She couldn't see the opponent, but it couldn't have been promising, and the ref was too busy shouting about getting the lights back on to follow them too closely. She couldn't count on her being DQ'd.
"Just... just strong. You'll... ughhh..." she gurgled made a belching sound, spitting up again, though didn't seem to be quite at the point of vomiting. "You'll get horny. Really horny. It won't do... urgh... more than that. You'll want to touch yourself, or let somebody touch you, that's it!" she pleaded. "God, just stop!"

If Fathia's grin could be seen, it would have been wicked. "Don't worry, girl. It's almost over...' At least... the unpleasant part is." She lifted up her staff and slammed it against the back of Didi's neck, hoping to knock her out for a few minutes. She then dropped the stick and brought her hand up. She whistled loudly again and the lights suddenly came back on. Fathis looked at the ref who questioned her with stern eyes at the scene before her. But since Fathia no longer even had a weapon in her hands there was nothing that could be done. She would reach down and try to pin Didi, whether she was unconscious or not. Rolling her up and hooking the leg to make sure she wouldn't be able to idly kick out.

With a sick-sounding gag and a loud crack, Didi steeped forward. Her chin rested on the mat, large amounts of drool oozing from her agape mouth as her beloved ass stuck up in the air. Apart from the odd spasm, she was clearly out when the lights came back on.

1! 2! 3! The count was indisputable, if not her methods. Didi a beaten heap on the mat that curled into a fetal position if Fathia released her after the pin

Fathia released her after the pin and slid herself out of the ring. She grabbed her sack of gold and the bottle and slipped ibackinside the ring and crouched next to Didi.

"You little brat." She whispered and punched the ground next to Didi. "My damn pussie's on fire now!" Her outrage was a little more apparent mnow. She grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled on it. A sweltering heat was washing over her. She opened her own vial and then grabbed Didi's mouth. "Let's have a test drive before i use this. We'll see how it works and you can scratch that damn itch you gave me." She said and tried to wrench Didi's mouth open to forced some of the aphrodisiac into the Goth's mouth. If she wasn't awake enough to swallow, she would try and rub the girl's throat to make her swallow it. If she still didn't wake up she would try and slab her awake.

Didi didn't respond until she was forced to swallow, doing so on reflex and moaning softly. She writhed a bit, her nipples stiff almost instantly as her eyes fluttered open. "I..." she breathed softly, her lips parting gently. She licked her lips, fearfully recognizing the taste and smell but unable to panic somehow. Everything... and she meant everything... just felt sooooo gooood.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, running her hands up her own body before eying Fathia coyly. "Hello, beautiful," she purred lustily, as if she'd never set eyes on the pirate before.

Fathia grinned. The stuff really seemed to work fast. What an amazing find! Somehow the humiliation she had suffered through at the hands of the Goth was worth getting her hands on soemthing like this. And she was about to make the feeling completely go away. "Hello... you pretty little thing..." She said as she leaned in and roughly grabbed the Goth girl's breast and pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She then shoved her away. "What I want... I take... and I want you. Why don't you show me those cute little tits of yours?"

Didi squeaked in shocked pleasure as Fathia molested her, dropped to hit the mat again. "Want you," she echoed desperately. "Want you want you want you," she panted, tongue lolling out of her mouth a bit as she grabbed her formal top, tearing it down the middle to expose her plump young breasts. She eagerly started to squeeze and pinch at them, panting hungrily like the pet she'd been forced to become.

Fathia grinned at the obient efforts of Didi. Once again she roughly gvrabbed the breast and bent in, pulling it to her and sucking it for a moment. She then squeezed it tighter and let go. There was still that damn burining sensation in her crotch. She could feel her wetness and even let out a soft moan of pent up sexual frustration from not being touched. She then grabbed Didi by the hair with one hand and pulled down her shorts with the other, revealing a rather wild white bush. "Lick it up doggy!" Every drop!" She commanded.

Didi moaned in pain as she was treated so roughly, but it always melted into pleasure before long, either by the actual treatment or the drug's affects.

With the words "lick it" she was on Fathia, hungrily and desperately lapping and kissing at it. She let her tongue go as deep as she could reach, even whimpering and panting in compliance with her choice of words as she ravaged Fathia's delicious, wondrous, greatest she'd ever tasted pussy.