One Knight in Hel- Triin vs Bianka Hardcore

The German was using every advantage she had to remain in control of this match, and did her best to make it look effortless. Triin was skilled and tall, and beautiful... So Bianka wanted to keep their bodies close together. To neutralize her reach advantage, of course, not because she was so cute. Dark, smiling eyes stared into the knightess' as she wiggled her shoulders, rubbing her soft breasts over the woman's face. It wouldn't be difficult for her to find little snorts of air as the valkyrie didn't have her hands free to squeeze her tits together.

"Yes, that's it, pretend you're trying. Make it look good for your fans. Don't let them see the surrender in your eyes." In truth she was holding Triin's eyes out of an abundance of caution, she didn't want her blacking out if she didn't manage to get enough oxygen. As soon as she could feel Triin's strength fading, her weight hanging more upon Bianka's hips, she would pry herself off of her Baltic adversary only to grab her by the back of the head and give her a forceful shove towards the center of the ring. She hoped to see her stumble and fall, would work with whatever her efforts had produced.

At first, Triin could feel Bianka's ample breasts blocking most of her airflow, clearly rendering the knightess weaker and weaker...before she suddenly began finding more and more sources of oxygen. Intentional or not, the valkyrie's smother had seemingly loosened just enough for the blonde Estonian to stay on her two feet - but not to escape.

The blush on her cheeks wasn't easing at all either, as she had to listen to the villain's words... While she obviously wasn't just going to surrender, the German's mind games combined with the whole setting of the dungeon and the fact that the valkyrie had managed to be rather dominant so far, had subconciously caused the heroine to accept that she was likely to end up in peril tonight. Obviously, she was going to do everything she could to prevent that fate tonight, but her confidence had already been shattered quite extensively by now.

Triin could notice a hardly discernible camera on the ceiling of the dungeon behind Bianka's head zooming in to her face, right before the German's smother began once again blocking more of her airflow. Thoroughly weakened by the squeeze and smother now, the knightess then suddenly found freedom as the valkyrie decided to pry her body off, promptly sending the heroine towards the center of the ring... But the prolonged hold ensured that the brave blonde quickly fell onto her hands and knees on the mat, gasping for air, and hoping to get to recoup her fighting stance soon.

While Triin's confidence dissolved Bianka was feeling ever more in her element. She was going to have to practice more with mixing swordplay and domination, but now that she felt in control of the knightess things were simpler. Although she had suffered a few stinging blows at the hands of tonight's heroine, for she accepted her role as the villainess, she was little worse for the wear. So as Triin stumbled to her knees the valkyrie seized up a dangling cat-of-nine-tails from it's hook upon the bars and turned quickly to follow.

Seeing the resolute champion trying to catch her breath and struggle to her feet Bianka would attempt to intercede. With a quick stride she would set a plush boot between Triin's shoulder blades and attempt to push her back down. It was her hope to shove the woman's face down to the mat and hold her there, a foot on her back, but she would just have to take what she could get. The important part was that she wanted the would-be hero's ass in the air, to be punished for her impudence. "Oh no no, Barbie, don't bother getting up. I like you better on your knees... where you belong. And I'm sure the fans agree that it might just be your best angle."

As the valiant knightess had fallen onto her all fours on the mat, she finally had ample opportunity to refill her lungs with fresh oxygen. Bianka's squeezing and smothering had gotten the heroine embarrassingly weakened, and the blonde couldn't help feeling increasingly trapped inside the cage... But she still knew what to do. She just had to get just a little bit more time, just a little more breaths into her lungs, and she'd finally have a chance to get up and regain her composure.

And she almost had enough time, too. Unfortunately though, right before the required amount, the valkyrie's boot smacked against her upper back. Triin's shoulders compressed, sending her head promptly down to the mat, her face pressed against the canvas. her behind was still high up though, and the blonde recognized how that must have appeared, but she still decided to keep it that way in hopes of managing to push her upper body back higher up despite the villain's boot pressing against her shoulders!

The valkyrie's words sparked even more ire inside the Estonian's head, increasing her determination to push herself up even further! But would that be enough? Especially since the blonde was still blissfully unaware of the valkyrie's weapon of choice...

The dominatrix-valkyrie kept her soft boot firmly on the knightess' back, not with her full weight but enough to make her work hard to push herself up. She gripped the handle of the flogger in one hand, stretching the leather cords over her head with the other, almost posing for the cameras in her dominant position. Dark eyes watched as her opponent struggled under her foot, working her way back up to her hands and knees little by little. A corner of Bianka's lips curled into a cruel smile, "I hope you aren't trying to get up, you look so cute down there crushed under my boot."

With a flash of motion her hand released the cords and her other arm swung down in a practiced arc to snap the cat-o-nine-tails across Triin's raised ass. Just one hard stroke, watching how she'd respond before she decided just how to best punish her foe. She was increasingly in her element now, reveling in this opportunity to play with her opponent's beautiful body.

Triin's quest wasn't easy, but through significant effort, the blonde knightess was progressing with pushing her upper body back onto the desired heights. She was determined to show that her place wasn't under Bianka's boot, and that she would be perfectly capable of holding her own against the valkyrie! And that's exactly what seemed to be happening now, as slowly but surely the blonde heroine managed to extend her arms once again...

It was just too bad that she couldn't see behind her, and was completely oblivious to the footage being shot of her predicament, and the main instrument triggering all that.

"I am... And I can, and I will!!!" Triin began responding to her foe, right before a haunting shriek triggered by the whiplash. "EEEEKKKKGGGHHHHH!!!!" A shriek, that began with pain and surprise, and ended with a confusing mix of a sigh and a moan... The Estonian's upper body dropped down again, once more firmly under Bianka's boot.

The Baltic Knightess had not seen the whiplash coming at all, and its impacts were burning on her skin. Having the piece of equipment in play now was bad news for her... But what could be her strategy?

It probably did not appear too wise, but at a loss of a better idea, the heroine began once more trying to push her upper body up beneath her foe's boot - in exactly similar fashion to her previous attempt, that had just gotten whipped to its doom.

Bianka reveled in Triin's resistance, her suffering and her struggling to rise beneath her foot. Her cry of masochistic pleasure was sweet music to the German dominatrix. A wolfish grin spread across her soft lips as the knightess sunk under her boot once more, and once again resolved to try rising onto all fours. She wasn't sure what the woman's gameplan was, but she couldn't help but let her dark eyes wander over the knight's figure as she struggled. Truly a delicious sight to behold.

"Oh that was such a beautiful sound you made, my little Barbie. I wonder how many lashes you can stand... Let's hear you count to five... for now." Raising the whip again she would bring it down hard across Triin's ass, strike a second time on the backswing as she began a slow, steady onslaught of lashes. If Triin actually counts them aloud she might even consider stopping at five, but she doubted she'd get such compliance yet.

This match, or quest, wasn't going well at all for Triin. Sure, she was getting to be a brave knightess, a heroine ready to take down an evil foe... It was just too bad that she was getting tortured and squashed by the villainess. And seemingly incapable of turning things around at all...just yet at least. But then again, if one wanted to be a heroine in AFW, one also had to know the dangers its kinky dungeons held - and the risks just had to be accepted.

And deep inside, she had. Even if she was getting whipped beneath the villain's boot, it wasn't something that she couldn't have envisioned to happen in her wildest dreams, or nightmares.

But did that make her compliant to Bianka's demands? Obviously not. "N-no!" the blonde heroine protested, right before she erupted in multiple "AAGH!"s after each one of the lashes. And even if they were cries of agony, the Estonian couldn't prevent a hint of pleasure becoming mixed in them... Even if she did not want to admit any of her secret desires!

Eventually though, Triin's body dropped completely onto the mat, exhausted beneath Bianka's boot. Trying to somehow squirm away, somehow get out of the line of fire...

Bianka rarely got to play in the ring like this, most matches being so blasé and vanilla, and she was savoring every moment she got to spend teasing and tormenting the knightess. While she intended to maintain a strict façade she couldn't stop her lips from curling into a sharp grin as her opponent melted beneath her soft boot. Predictably Triin refused to comply, like every bratty sub, but she could play that game too.

As Triin sunk down to the floor of the cell Bianka stepped over her to stand astride the fallen knight's slender form. Facing towards the woman's feet she dropped herself down into a squat, perching her supple ass in the middle of the knightess' back. "What was that? You want me to hurt you more? If you insist, my little doll." Taking hold of one of Triin's legs she pulled it back to tuck it beneath her arm for a partial Boston Crab, the flogger still gripped in her free hand as she dragged the leather cords up the inside of the captured leg.

It reeeally was never good for a wrestler to get lured into a trap, ambushed, overpowered, stomped on and whipped, but that's exactly what had been happening to Triin so far in this match. One could have imagined that by now the Estonian would have felt embarrassed, humiliated, dominated and defeated... And wanting to get away from this cage as fast as possible. But while on some level all of that held true for Triin, it didn't really represent the full picture. In essence, she was supposed to be a valiant heroine, tracking down vicious villains in dangerous places and trying to defeat them. So in some ways, everything that had happened so far made perfect sense. This was something she had signed herself up for.

That obviously did not mean that the knightess would not have done everything she could to resist, and gain the upper hand over her foe. And that's what she aimed for by trying to squirm and roll away... Which, unfortunately, was to no avail, as she could soon feel the Valkyrie's thick body trapping her beneath it. Triin could only throw out wild guesses inside her head for what Bianka exactly meant by planning to hurt her even more, but she soon got her answer in the form of the one-legged Boston Crab. And the flogger caressing the inside of her thigh... It was far from the most painful of holds, but it did earn a fair few desperate moans out of the trapped heroine, as she knew something more was to come...and she could think of at least two immediate concerns.

For one, the knightess was really hoping that in this position Bianka would fail to notice that the black thong inside her skirt had already dampened some from the intense cage battle, and for two, having the flogger where it now was could have not possibly been any good news.