Vanguard vs. Carmen Rodriguez - Beyond the Bounds

One came down on her brow, felt like it cracked something a bit more important.

One came down on her jaw, loosened a tooth.

Another one came down on her ear, left it ringing some much that she wouldn’t have heard Aegis if she actually did speak.

When Aegis was done, stopped only by her knuckles begging for mercy, Carmen was a battered shell of a woman on the floor, a mauled mess. Ten rounds worth of punishment had been packed into less than a minute, and putting that on top of all the other damage she’d incurred left her reeling. She was clinging to consciousness by a few precious strands, and if wasn't the wall at her back, she would’ve fallen over again when Aegis stood her up.

Carmen blinked in rapid flutters, clearing her vision enough to make out the blue blur in front of her and get some focus. If not for the pain tearing through her jaw, Carmen would’ve laughed at the stane Aegis put up - not the worst she’d ever seen, decent for a rookie, but the outfit just made something that was a little silly appear ten times moreso.

Still, it was better than the shambling stance Carmen put up as she hobbled forward, raising up shaky hands for defense. Her instincts were still there, but her body didn’t have the faculty to pull them off - what happened next was inevitable.

She swung, again and again. Aegis dodged, again and again. Carmen’s strike were too wide and clumsy, lacked their usual bite, and even some of her greenest students wouldn’t have had any trouble with them. Aegis weaved around them with ease, throwing out sharp strikes that stabbed at her ribs, carved her gut, slashed at her face. It seemed like she was everywhere that Carmen wasn’t, working her like a heavy bag, and doing all of this in a darkened hall was not making it any easier.

Aegis seemed to vanish at will - one moment, she would be in the light of the camera, then next she would be gone, molding into the shadows. It became so bad that the only real tell that Carmen had for her position were the attacks themselves, and by the time she threw a punch in their direction, her target was already gone.

It left Carmen wasted, her reserves drained, and her legs could only take so much. After a while - a minute, two minutes, five, she couldn't tell - Carmen dropped to her knees and palms, soaking with sweat and water, gasping deeping to take in all the oxygen she needed. She kept telling herself that there was a still a chance at this, that she could retreat and gain her breath back, but that hoped seemed more desperate with each passing second.

While she was in no way a practiced boxer, she didn't need to be in this moment. Punch after punch flew and each one missed their mark as the Silent Knight dipped and bobbed to weave herself between each one, sporting a wide smile as she remained untouched. For every effort Carmen expended she was greeted with a hard stiff set of blows, peppering the former champion with noticeably weaker strikes to prolong her fun.

Lexi giggled, acting their one sided bout out as if both women were fresh and she stood dominant over the seasoned olympian. Try as Carmen could however, her body gave out leaving her on the ground at the blue clad knights feet almost as if she were grovelling.

The brunette tilted her head, reaching out to gently run her fingers up along the other woman's head as she slowly circled around her. Her digits danced down along the former champion's neck, pausing at her collar to give it a firm massaging rub while Lexi came to stand behind the pugilist. With a hard wrench she pulled Carmen up on her knees, helping to support her.

Dropping down behind Carmen, she wedged her knees inside the crook of the other woman’s, resting her shins along the back of her calves to lock her legs into place. With a slow steady pull, she drew Carmen back to slip her arm up and around her neck to snuggly nestle her bicep down across former champion's throat in a kneeling reverse sleeper.

The brunette's free hand drifted over Carmen’s hips, scritching her nails gently along the lip of the woman's waistband as she made her way to her navel. While she had no words to share, she had a pleasant hum, adding her own soft sound track to their duel as her fingers snaked down the front of the woman's pants and undergarments to run her soft fingertips tauntingly along the woman's sexy. Pulling back, Lexi torqued the former champion's back keeping her hold loose enough to prevent herself from choking Carmen out… she was going for a submission, that much was clear, but not the traditional sort.

Dipping her head down, her lips laid claim to Carmen's body, starting at her shoulder before they worked their way down to the woman's breast. Range limited, Lexi still pampered her foe’s bosom with small kisses and soft licks. The brunette's fingers pressed down firmly, wriggling down inside of Carmen to circle over the woman's sensitive pearl. Any form of resistance would be met with a hard jerk of Carmen’s neck as she worked the woman over, trying to bring her to the brink… she wouldn't however push her over, oh no… that was the submission.

This wasn’t over. The fight was never over until the bell rang. That was the Rodriguez philosophy, at least, and Carmen had tried to bring it over to her time in the AFW, importing it to her wrestling career. You don’t quit. You don’t give in. Maybe you don’t win every match, but you give it your all and you go out proud. On your back. Not on your knees.

With that in mind, Carmen was glad that, if her father had been watching this match at all, he’d almost certainly stopped right around the time she started making out with Vanguard at ringside. It meant that, while she’d almost certainly be getting a text about the match itself, she wouldn’t be getting any guff for this part - the part that had her on her knees at Aegis’ feet, broken and battered and beaten to a bruised pulp.

She was making an effort to get up, even as Aegis stalked about her sides, confident in her control. Her body simply wasn’t responding, incapable of even the simple task of straightening her back...until the demonic angel of a woman snatched her head back and forced it, wrenching her upwards.

An arm was snaking around her throat, closing in, and she tried to raise her hands up to stop it. Too late. Too weak. Carmen was pulled back, her wet body dripping over Aegis’ as their bodies locked together, trapping her in the hold.

At first, she thought Aegis would be going for the knockout. She could get it, easy, having nothing but flailing arms to deal with.

But then came the roving hand, slithering its way down into her pants, reigniting her fires. Then came the lips, suckling at her skin, feasting on her chest. Then came the tickling hum, vibrating through her head, a hypnotic drone.

It left Carmen breathless, gasping, writhing in the hold. She bit her lip and hissed through her teeth, as her hips bucked forward to seek the most pleasure possible. It hadn’t been that long since her first orgasm, but she was already primed for another. Couldn't hurt. It wasn’t as if she could lose from it, and if Aegis wanted to waste time working her over, that could go in her favor.

Only, it never happened. Carmen kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting. But she never got the release, never got over the edge. It was as if Aegis was holding back, keeping her from the climax, but why would she put her through that, unless…

”Oh.” Carmen’s eye shot open and panic started to take hold. ”No. No. Don’t you-” She’d started to struggle, only to have her neck wrenched hard in the hold, jerked about to keep her in line. Gritting her teeth, growing desperate, she bucked her hips with everything she had, trying to press against Aegis’ teasing fingers to get more out of them. She could get over by herself, she knew she could, if only she pressed a bit harder, got a little more...so close, so damn close...

Any regrets she may have had for Mackenzie’s defeat has vanished when it came down to this moment. Her prize lay before her, a helpless sacrifice to all of her most perverse whims. The journey here was always different, but this was a face, a body, she had often dreamt to fill the roll. The simple act of running her fingers over her while she was like this was almost too much.

Drawing the former champion back into her clutches, she couldn't keep the smile from filling her features. If not for the roaming camera crew and referee finally making their way down the hall this was as perfect as moment as she imagined for the two of them. Every bend was meant to express her power over Carmen, a woman who was her better in almost every aspect. Having her here at her mercy made it all the more exciting. Each feeble struggle to even now resist her found her further enamoured by that indomitable will she so wanted to dominate.

The silent knight found her prey wanting, falling under her spell so readily without understanding the consequences that came with each gentle rubbing bestowed upon her. It was true she could have continued like this, drawing orgasm after orgasm from the Olympian until there was no fight left to be had… she had given that thought. This however, was better. It was so easy to break something, anyone could do that. She wanted to leave a lasting impression, so this night and what came next wouldn't simply be forgotten to time.

Tonight, Carmen belonged to her. Lexi wanted her to know that, to understand, and accept it. As the woman within her grasp quaked she could feel the rush, that raw desire for release clutching at the other woman with far more power than she could ever hope to achieve with any other sort of traditional hold. To bring her so close and still deny her… it felt cruel, but it was something so easily solved by a few simple words or a light tap of a hand.

Surrender was the only option.

The sudden resurgence of Carmen's fighting had been a surprise, though in retrospect she should have seen it coming. Her efforts went into corralling the former champion's struggle, small shifts in her own body make it easy to wrench her foe into far less comfortable positioning. It was a temping moment, to ease her fingers deeper inside of Carmen to let her defeat herself. The leverage would be lost however, the plan reset… she had her exactly where she wanted her here and now.

Lexi giggled impishly, tauntingly rolling her tongue over the curves of Carmen’s body as she slipped her fingers just out of reach. It wasn't enough to keep them away, she would slide in to give a small brush, a small glimmer of hope for what the former champion so desperately wanted but that was it… a taste. She was a patient woman, most of the time. This moment was hers, the moon might cross the sky and the sun may rise, she was willing to hold the pugilist here until the end of time, dangling at the brink. Try as Carmen might, there seemed no other choice so long as she remained trapped within Lexi’s grasp.

Tease and denial. Carmen had used this particular technique herself more than a few times, using it to drive some of the kinkier ladies she’d come across wild. While most of the women she ended up domming weren’t heavy in the lifestyle, there was always the rare occurrence where she’d meet one who’d not only done this before but done it often, someone she had to run with instead of walking. Whips and chains and gags and all the little toys could be fun, but they tended to get diminishing returns.

But teasing? Turning a sub’s body against herself? That was real domination, maybe the purest. The human brain was simply not designed to be on the razor’s edge that long.

So, there was an irony to this, having a favorite weapon held at her own throat for once. She might’ve even appreciated the poetic slant, if she wasn’t so busy being driven insane.

As good as she was with this type of domination, Aegis could’ve given her tips, showing a deft mastery of her body. The brutal brunette had an answer for everything, a counter to every trick Carmen tried. Each squirm was ridden doing, each twist was countered. Carmen would buck her hips, desperate to force those fingers deeper into her pussy, and Aegis would allow it...but only enough to keep her on the cusp. It was as if Aegis had mastered her body, knew the right pressure to apply, when to apply, how to apply, how long to apply. She was an instrument in the hands of an expert musician, wielded with unparalleled skill, and the silent could play her all night long.

Carmen held on, gritted her teeth and balled her fists as tears began to well up, but why? She couldn’t fight her way free, couldn’t summon the strength with her battered body trapped in the throes of ecstasy. If she held on too long, Glaive would wake up and join the fun, and then her chances would go from the infinitesimal to the nonexistent.

There was only one path, one way out of this. Her pride would loathe it, but she had nothing to be ashamed of. She’d fought hard against two opponents and even managed to defeat one of them, in her first official hentai match. That was nothing to be ashamed. That was better than most of the roster could’ve accomplished. She could keep her head up high.

Surrender wasn’t just the best option, it was the only option.

A shiver ran down her spine, heralding the choice before she’d even consciously made it. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, closed her eyes, and let the resistance fade from her body, surrendering all to Aegis in unspoken submission. The verbal would come right after.

”I give.” She moaned the words more than she said them. Best not to leave things ambiguous. ”I give!”

The referee, who’d been leaning in and looked almost as relieved to hear the word as Carmen, threw her hands in the air. Our in the distance a bell could be heard, mixed in with the din of a roaring crowd. ”Vanguard is victorious!”

Lexi had her, she was certain of it. Carmen had taken one hell of a beating throughout the match, leaving her broken down and rolipe for the picking. The silent knight, ever chivalrous for the needs of the damsel before her saw to giving her everything she could desire through the safe, secure grasp of her hold. The moment Carmen’s struggles had ceased to be about escape and became a pursuit of pleasure she had sealed her fate. There were certainly worse ones to be had.

Lexi had gone into this match eager, perhaps too much so. Unlike Mckenzie who treated Carmen like any competitor, the Silent Knight had known better. This woman was special, not only in her natural talents and tested skills, but to her personally. While the two had never met one another, she had been a fan of Carmen long before thoughts of crossing over into Japan were being entertained as a viable career option.

Meeting Carmen Rodriguez had been something she would have put on her bucket list. Facing her in a match seemed a far off hope. Having her like this, and what was to come over the next day? Something comprised only of her wildest fantasies. What a way to debut. Tension was a magical place.

Those simple words of surrender had been so beautiful. Soft at first, they made her heart flutter beyond the simple carnal pleasures she was enacting on her victim. With Carmen’s defeat, it opened the door to so much more, making this moment in time something so dear to her that even if she had words to speak, they wouldn't properly convey what she really thought in this moment.

Carmen had earned her proper end, one that Lexi was all to happy to give her once the decision had been set in stone. She wasn't sure if it was poor form or not, cranking the former champion back as hard as she could muster, bending the woman's spine until she had reached its limit. Her fingers which had been dancing just outside of the other woman reach slipped in close, thrusting themselves into the woman forcefully. They surged in and out, her thumb roughly brushing along the woman's clit as she allowed Carmen to die by the sword and end things off right, in a puddle of her own juices.

”Um.” The referee looked from side to side, looked to the camerawoman for advice and only got a shrug in return while she continued to film. ”You’ve won the match, you can...oh, wow…”

‘I give’. Two simple words that didn’t come easy to Carmen’s lips, a simple admission that her body wasn’t used to giving out. She should’ve hated it. The very idea of giving up, and not even giving up to a real submission hold at that, should’ve been anathema to her.

And it would’ve been. To any other woman, in any other way, in any other method, she would’ve fought on. But Vanguard was a special, and the fact of that matter was inescapable. She didn’t just want to give, but needed it. Craved it. Submission was the only choice.

Besides, while Aegis hadn’t promised her release, she’d suspected she would get it without even asking. She wasn’t wrong.

Carmen was on the edge, anyway, so it took little to push her over, but she didn’t go over quiet and meek. Aegis’ fingers plunged deep and a raucous scream tore through her throat, a primal howl that echoed up and down the hallway. If her back hadn’t already been so bent, she would’ve stretched it out anyway, as the tremors took hold and the juices flow. She shook, she gritted her teeth, she twisted and writhed while her nails clawed at the flaw. A moment of electrifying ecstasy, jolting her about, leaving her in a spasming fit, and then…

Nothing. There was nothing. Sweet bliss took over her body and left her limp, coming down from the high. She sagged in Aegis’ arms, a shriveled wreck of the woman she was when this match started. But a far more pleased one.

”Thank you...” She squeezed her words out through ragged breaths, as she attempted to look at Aegis over her shoulder. Her eyes were hazy. Half-lidded with slow blinks, but not enough to douse the fire completely. There was still plenty of Carmen left for them to share.

”...mistress.”