One Knight in Hel- Triin vs Bianka Hardcore

Beneath her villainous mask Bianka was quite enjoying their match, even beyond the fact that she had won; Triin had been a great foil and had made for a titillating match. Not that she didn't prefer to win, but her first priority was to put on a spectacle with the actual competition ranking only second to that. Or perhaps it was third, behind satisfying her sordid desires with her help of her "opponent". Either way, she had won and made a grand show of breaking down the proud heroine before the hungry eyes of the cameras and the viewing audience beyond.

Her smug smile slumped into a dramatic sneer at the mewling apology. Standing upright with her fists upon her hips, Bianka would lift one of her soft-soled boots and drop her foot on Triin's chest. Grinding a heel into the soft flesh of the blonde's tit she'd scowl in displeasure that neared on disgust. "Is that the best you can do? That half-hearted little muttering?!" Pointing a finger at the nearest camera she'd continue to glare down at her prize, "Now, so that they can hear you: apologize for being such a disappointment!" Her foot would roll back and forth, squishing down on the knightess' breasts as she demanded that she debase herself more thoroughly.

Honestly, the viewers were the absolutely last thing Triin wanted to think about right now. Sure, she couldn't deny that this was a show business. She couldn't deny that they were the ones actually paying for her salary for the night. But still... She was locked in a sex dungeon with a strong, dominant villain, admittedly a very hot and gorgeously-clad one as well, and she was already longing to experience all the punishment that was coming her way... And she so much wanted to just enjoy it! One-on-one, without any viewers... Or at least with them being firmly out of her consciousness.

Unfortunately, Bianka wasn't having it. The level of Triin's apology did not reach even near her required standards. At first she didn't realize it, but when the Valkyrie finally planted her boot on her heaving chest, the fallen knightess had to let out a cry of pain... That gradually turned progressively towards a moan of mixed pain and pleasure.

While voicing her demands, Bianka could see Triin's limbs twisting and twitching, as if somehow trying to desperately escape from beneath her foe's boot. But her chest stayed immobilized beneath Bianka's boot, taking in all the pressure and pain it had to offer. It provided a strong mix of pain and pleasure, the latter of which the heroine still needed to try to cover. Which became the harder the more the villain was squishing her breasts... And because Triin really needed to hide the pleasure, she opted for now appearing to be just all in pain for the viewers. Becoming immediately more obedient, the blonde set her sight to the direction pointed by her foe. "I- I'm sorry, that I lost. I- I was too weak to be a t- triumphant heroine, a-and... The villain defeated me!"

A shiver ran down Bianka's spine as she watched Triin struggle through her mixed sensations, her inner turmoil written across her delicate features. The knightess' utter and complete obedience was absolutely delicious to behold as the blonde heroine confessed her weakness to the crowd. The valkyrie doubted that anyone at home was waiting for an apology, but more than a few were enjoying Triin's humiliation just as well.

The part-time dominatrix stepped off of Triin's chest before bending at the waist to bring her face closer to the defeated heroine. "Oh, and you're such a good, obedient little girl, aren't you, my beautiful doll?" A hand reached out to take Triin by the back of the neck, firmly but gently, to lift the woman's head up until their lips were almost touching. "And obedient girls deserve a reward, don't they?" Before their lips could meet Bianka would slowly straighten up, pulling Triin to her feet with her. If the knight seemed off balance she would even place her other hand on the woman's back, almost embracing her as she drew her up and to her body. "Do you want to be rewarded, my pet?"

What Triin had just uttered was something that she would have never wanted to say out loud, but when you suffered defeats in matches like this, you just had to take what was coming for you. Besides, she had done it far from voluntarily, only when hard-pressed... Literally. The heel grinding on her breasts had certainly been one of the first punishments for losing to the Valkyrie, and this time it had been accompanied by some humiliation as well. Something that the fallen knightess just had to take...

The Estonian didn't bother replying Bianka's taunting rhetorical questions, that was far from her style. She simply stayed silent and went along when the Valkyrie began guiding her up, and already seemingly bringing her lips close to her own as a reward... But it turned out to be just a tease, before the heroine was guided to stand full upright for the first time in a long time! Bianka then pretty much pressed her body against her own, and Triin couldn't deny how exciting it felt.

But what she also noticed only now properly was how much taller she actually was than her foe. They were probably about the same weight, but Bianka's body was, while shorter, also curvier and stronger. And enough so to having ground a taller, slender heroine down... "It's up to you. You won the battle..." the Baltic Knightess finally opened her mouth and replied to Bianka's last question with the only way she could find appropriate. But as she did so, she also straightened her back, and made sure that her breasts were readily on display not far away from Bianka's face...

It seemed that Triin's attempt at a safe answer was not what the valkyrie wanted to hear. Bianka's soft smile melted into a stony scowl as she looked up at the eyes of her prisoner. Perhaps there was no correct answer and this was all a part of Bianka's game, although the German did enjoy dishing out rewards just as much as she loved doling out punishments. With a disappointed sigh, denied the opportunity to reward Triin, she would seize the taller woman by the back of her neck and step back to make a little space between their bodies.

"Did you believe that I do not know the rules of the match? Or perhaps you thought that I did not realize I had won? Of course it is up to me! And I, as the champion, deigned to offer my miserable prize a choice of pleasure over pain. And this is how you repay this kindness, to insult me." She would drag Triin by the scruff of her neck over to a wall of the cage, shoving her proud tits against the unforgiving metal and forcing her once more to face the ogling eye of the camera. "Now, stay." A gentle hand could be felt brushing Triin's blonde locks off of her back before Bianka stepped away, retrieving a black leather whip from a hook upon another wall.

Triin had certainly fallen victim to thinking that her latest response to Bianka's questions had been half-decent at least, but it was painfully - if not somewhat excitingly as well - obvious that her declaration had gone down anything but well. Instead of taking it as a sign of obedience and submission, to the Valkyrie the words had signaled condescendence and mistrust. Granted, by this time things could not go much worse for Triin anyway, so she shouldn't have been that disappointed about the setback... But it still never felt good trying and failing.

What also did not feel good was the way the fallen heroine was dragged towards the edge of the cage, and how her breasts got squeezed through the iron bars. Or at least Triin was never going to admit any of that feeling good... Even if in reality it would turn out to serve as excellent fan service. Bianka's following order was crystal clear though, and the Baltic Knightess chose to stay still, exactly in the position that she had been forced in... She could tell that the Valkyrie was fetching something, and the air in the cage became so expectant of what was about to happen next, that you could cut it with a knife.

It pleased the valkyrie to see that her new plaything was behaving so well, and in time she would be rewarded for her obedience. But she had not quite earned her pleasure yet, and so the villainess stepped to the center of the cage making a display of stretching the whip in her hands. She was playing to the cameras, posing with the coiled lash before flicking it out into a ready position. The braid of leather patted dully against the floor, ready to strike. "When you've had enough, little girl; when you know what you want, you will say: Please, Lady Bianka, I want you to pleasure me. Understood?"

She wouldn't wait for an answer to her question before a sharp crack would bring the whip across the back of Triin's thighs. "One." She was curious to see how many strokes it would take to break her pride a little further.

While Triin had by now no other choice left on the table any longer than to behave well, her behavior wasn't still simply out of pure necessity. The whole chain of events leading up to this moment spoke volumes to the submissive and masochistic traits deep inside her, and her brain had actually surrendered her body to the Valkyrie by now. Thus, if the dominant villainess was ordering her to stay still against the iron bars of the cage wall, that's what she did.

While she did not see what was happening behind her, she could still hear everything though... She could recognize the sound of leather getting bent and stretched, and it didn't require a particularly vivid imagination to understand what was going on. The blonde could almost even tell how this particular whip must have looked like... But she couldn't know for sure, until she'd feel it landing somewhere on her body, punishing her for her defeat.

Still, what Bianka was telling her to say wasn't exactly an easy feat... The ability to voice out those words would be the ultimate form of submission. And Triin didn't really want to acknowledge that she understood... Luckily though, she didn't have to, before the first lash landed on the back of her thighs. And after some time, the second one followed. And soon the third... And the fourth... And the fifth...

Only reaction from the knightess was seemingly an attempt at just enduring the punishment... Inadvertently bending her body forward, pressing it even tighter against the ropes... But how her moans of pain were mixed with pleasure clearly deceived her. There was no question over whether the defeated heroine was practically begging for this punishment from the dominant villainess now.

One by one Bianka counted off the strokes of the lash, she had enough of a skilled hand to keep it light enough to leave her flesh pink but not raise welts. After six lashes she would stop, her lips twisting in a sour expression of annoyance. Taking the lash in both hands she would stride quickly to Triin and roughly press the girl against the cage with her body. She pulled the lash up under the knight's chin to force her head back as she whispered into her ear, her voice dire and threatening.

"Your mistress asked you a question, shotzie. When your mistress asks you a question you answer it, and you end that answer with 'mistress'. Do you understand?" Her hips pressed against Triin's ass, having to stand on her tippy-toes and arch Triin's shoulders back to make up for her height disadvantage. She did love breaking down taller girls.

Triin wasn't exactly sure whether she was looking defiant or masochistic at this point, but truthfully, she didn't even care. The whiplashes were a form of heaven in this hell for her, albeit a forbidden one, but fruit had to be picked when it was ripe. Ironically, the juices that each lash was squeezing out of the defeated heroine were making herself riper as well, practically primed for Bianka's picking.

The whiplashes might had ceased, and before the fallen knightess knew it, her body was pressed once again even tighter against the cage, while the leather of the lash caressed and strangled her skin. Verbal submission was the toughest form of submission to get out of the Estonian, but the way with which her body was getting pressed between the iron bars and Bianka's shorter yet stronger own was making her aroused enough to finally break her down.

"Please, Lady Bianka, I want you to pleasure me, my mistress."

It was also evident from her voice - Triin really, really meant it.