He has his next fight.

Eleven times. In one night, in the space of just a few hours, the buxom but daintily-muscled noblewoman had slept Arthur Cardwind eleven times.

Naturally, when he awoke alone in the bedroom, he left the party in a hurry. And naturally he told no one of the humiliation he had suffered. How could he ever continue his career as a wrestling champion if word ever got out?

Luckily for him, Bonnie Beaumont was not planning on telling anybody. She wanted it to be her little secret. Something only she and Cardwind himself knew about.

It stuck in his mind at all hours of the day. Whenever he lay down in bed at night, he would find his dick stiffening, and shamefully, he would not be able to sleep at all without stroking himself to an orgasm now. And only one thought was enough to get him to that orgasm. It took him a few restless nights to finally give into it, but at last, the thoughts of Bonnie Beaumont and her complete destruction of him became a part of his nightly routine. And the mere sight of a corset got him weak in the knees.

His training camp for his next fight was a hard one. He struggled to focus. Thankfully it didn't matter all too much -- his next opponent was an unknown bum with a negative record, who he'd fight in a match that was practically fixed simply by the fact of who was facing who. He would have a while to sit back and get back to his usual self, since his next few fights would likely be against opponents like this to pad his record until another real fighter with a padded record would face him. Thank the stars that he was just coming out of a tournament, and not going into one....

The night of the match arrives. The training leading to it was sub-par to be sure, but he had been sure to rub three out the night before to ensure he was able to get enough sleep to win the match with just his habitual skills. All the same, as he was introduced and stepped into the ring, he looked like a deer in the headlights.

Now he looks out to the crowd, past all of the brightly shining ring lights. He raises one hand, trying to stop the glare, and slowly feels some vestige of confidence coming back to him as his eyes scan around the excited faces of his fans and supporters -- but his breath catches and his gaze freezes when he sees the motherly form of Bonnie Beaumont sitting right at ringside, in the front row, smiling knowingly at him with half-lidded eyes. She wears a fine, tightly-stretched blue silk dress and pristine white elbow gloves, looking ready for any conceivable high-class event. Cardwind's eyes are stuck on her, and his breathing starts growing faster and more frantic, though he tries to calm it down. What is she doing here? Why did she come to this event?

Lady Bonfire's half-lidded eyes flick downwards, smugly, to the slowly-growing stiffness in his wrestling shorts. He tries to disguise it by shifting his body, but fails entirely.

Looking back up to him with the same amused and half-lidded gaze, she crosses one leg over the other, and gives her two thighs a nice tight squeeze together. Arthur Cardwind feels his throat dry as her stares deeply at her showy legs in a trance, almost feeling the constriction around his neck....

Cardwind spins away from her to instead look at his opponent across from him, his face red and his breathing out of control. His eyes fall to the mat beneath him as the bell signals the start of the match, his body taking a lumbering step forward on complete autopilot.

When focus at last comes back to him, he has his opponent up against the corner of the ring in a clinch. He loosens his hold for a second, looking around the space to get his bearings again, which his opponent takes as an opportunity to break out from Cardwind's arms and spin him around -- before Cardwind can react, he's leaning back against his opponent in the corner of the ring, with one of his own arms coming up and around his neck, **** him -- his opponent holds on tightly with both hands, pulling back to **** him with his own arm.

"We've never seen him in a position like this, but somehow the challenger is holding him there!" The commentators can be heard over the surprised crowd as Cardwind struggles to get free.

Across the ring, in her front row seat, Bonnie Beaumont woops and cheers, cupping a gloved hand to her mouth and pumping her other arm in the air. Arthur Cardwind's struggles stop entirely when he sees her, freezing in place and letting his opponent control the match a while longer. His eyes stick to her noble features and smiling crimson lips before shifting down to her plentiful, buxom chest behind the blue silk of her dress. She giggles, and gives it a gentle side-to-side shake for him.

He gulps at the sight, a clear dickprint now visible in his wrestling shorts as he stands totally still and observes the bouncing chest of the sophisticated woman across the room from him, all the while having his arm wrenched back around his neck -- he groans, and the tip of his dickprint grows wet as precum oozes out of him, only moments before he passes out limp. Bonnie Beaumont gasps at the sight, squeezing her thighs together again and leaning back hard into her seat, breath coming heavier and excitement running through her well-proportioned body in jolts and shivers.

"He's out...." She whispers to herself breathily, tightening her thighs in pulses, her eyes locked on his head as it limply rolls side-to-side with closed eyelids. Her heart is picking up speed deep in her chest. "S-say he's out.... announce it!"

Cardwind's opponent holds the **** a while after the champion's free arm drops down and his head bobs forward, seeming to not realise what's happened. When he at last does, he releases the arm, and Arthur Cardwind is dropped to the canvas like a sack of potatoes. The commentary desk is silent, and the crowd gasps in shock as well -- but nobody's more surprised than the new champion, looking down at Arthur Cardwind's curled up **** form beneath him, totally confused.

He lost without even putting up a fight. And he might've even cum, too....

"Cardwind is down!" The commentary says at last, amazed. "Ladies and gentlemen -- Arthur Cardwind is down and out in the very first round! We have a new champion!"

The crowd rises to its feet energetically and roars with cheers, while Bonnie Beaumont lets out a deep groan and remains in her seat, panting lightly. The Lady Bonfire is as wet and excited as ever at the sight of her victory, a rush of thrills coursing through her entire body -- after all, she knows who's really responsible for this delicious scene.

She gasps out steamy breaths from her mouth, her fingers quietly prodding her soggy panties under her dress, eliciting mewls and shuddering moans, all masked by the audience's uproar as she prods and pokes herself to another blush-inducing orgasm, soiling the expensive silk dress. Her eyes never leave the prone form of Arthur Cardwind in the opposite corner of the ring with the new champion standing above him, entirely baffled by his victory.

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W-woah, what a dream you just had. Or- still, is it a dream? It felt- and it was so- oh, man. That was.....