It's not like she's gonna stop you~

You lean over her dozing face, mouth a wide smile, and set your free hand on her other tit. Giving them each a short, playful squeeze, you then have some fun mashing them together for a while. Her snoring, naturally, continues loudly throughout, which only gets your heart beating even faster and your breath coming quicker. You’re the only one who can hear this wonderful sound you’re making her let out….

Eventually, you have to slow yourself down for your own sake, because you're getting way too excited doing this to her and you’re starting to mash her tits together pretty hard. You get your breathing back under control, first off, then settle into just gently kneading her breasts like firm balls of dough. At the same time, you hum a happy tune to yourself and idly think over what you should do next. Squishy, squishy, squishy! Heehee, her boobs are so fun….

Searching for inspiration, you look down at her dozy face again with a smile. You give one last parting grasp to her slippery boobs before moving your hands higher to her sleepy face, its eyes shut and its soft lips slightly parted as she snores, to slap her around mockingly. Naturally, her head lolls in the direction of every one of your gentle slaps, offering no resistance against you whatsoever. By all accounts, Gold Rush is totally finished.

God, this really is such a rush. You slap her snoring face. You can’t believe you’re getting away with this… you slap her again, and her head rolls limply to its other cheek. You've never felt so powerful before. Who knew all it would take is flattening out the boobs of your hero, huh? Not that she's much of your hero anymore. Another slap. She’s actually just kind of sad. Slap. Is Gold Rush a loser? Slap. You’re pretty sure that only losers get knocked out. Slap. Actually, that gives you an idea...

You deliver a final slap to her face and sit up. With some effort, you get your hands under her shoulders and hoist her up a bit, until she's just about sitting in your lap again. The process has her oiled tits jiggling in the air, and her limp arms flopping about uselessly. Once she's where you want her to be, you wrap your arms around her neck in a sleeper hold, your forearm resting across her neck. You take a moment to set Gold Rush’s hands and fingers, placed as if she was rallying her remaining strength to try and stop you before it was too late -- like this, you can make believe that you choked her out yourself, as she desperately struggled to stop you, and failed. Failed miserably when it mattered the most.

Your other hand moves to cover her snoring nose and mouth, to silence their rumbles. You can still feel the vibrations of her face and body, and she drools onto the palm of your hand quite a lot, but you can no longer hear any of it -- with that, you start applying a light pressure onto her neck with your other forearm, locking in the sleeper hold, and begin slowly rotating your body from side to side. With Gold Rush as limp as she is, she can't do much but rotate along with you, which gives the desired impression of her still weakly thrashing around, her fighting spirit ever-diminishing.

Eventually, the motion is finally enough to shake her perfectly-placed hands out of position, which slowly slide away from your arms before dropping down limply at her sides, swinging gently. At the same time, you take your drool-covered hand off of her slumbering face, once more letting her loud snores fill the room to complete your scene of **** all of the strength out of Gold Rush and sleeping her. The little scrapper’s been put to bed nicely, it would seem.

With a mocking laugh, you slide your arms out from around the front of her and put your hands to your seated hips, letting Gold Rush’s body slump forward in your lap. She teeters there briefly, before toppling over into a collapsed position on the floor, snoozing facedown with her limbs sprawled and her hair strewn. She lost. To you.

Your heart starts pounding fast again as your look around the otherwise empty back room of the Gym, picturing an Arena crowd all up on their feet roaring with celebration. After all, they expected you to just be another lamb to her slaughter, but instead here you are -- coming into the ring and forcing Gold Rush to drift off into a nice, deep sleep in front of all of her fans…. and now, you'll finish putting her to bed for them!

You make a show of rising to your feet and walking forward a few steps to stand beside Gold Rush's fallen form, before elegantly lowering yourself and lifting one of her legs high into the air and pressing your body against hers in a pin position. Her plush ass bounces as you set yourself atop her, looking closely at her passed-out face resting rolled on its side. You pull up her eyelid with your free hand to get a good look at her eyeball, all rolled up into the top of her head, as you count her out.

1..... 2....... 3!! She’s out!

Your breath starts coming to you quickly again, and your heart speeds up even more in your bosom, but this time you don't decide to slow down. Instead, you let her raised leg fall to the floor unceremoniously, and move to park yourself down in front of her dreaming head, trembling with excitement. You spread your legs and move yourself forward, lifting and gently pulling Gold Rush's head until it once again rests between your thighs. Naturally, she doesn't resist a mite.

Biting your bottom lip and feeling your heart hammering, you tighten your thighs together and raise your hips up, to headscissor **** your downed opponent between your legs. The front of her face is pressed tightly to your crotch, and with how excited you are, it isn't long before the vibrations of her snoring mouth and nose set you off cumming all over her unaware and passed-out face -- as you spray your juices, crying out into the empty room in ecstasy, your legs spasm and tighten their hold on her even more. To Gold Rush’s own humiliating detriment, her continued snoring rides you all the way through the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm, making it feel especially delicious as you let all of that pent-up excitement out all over her. It must be so embarrassing for her….

When the aftershocks are finally finished with, leaving you red-faced and breathing raggedly, you spread your legs apart again and let her body fall back facedown onto the ground on its own. Without your pussy in the way, the wimp’s noisy music of defeat fill the room once again. Your heart skips a beat as you stare at her wet face helplessly dropping back to the floor. Pretending to sleep her in front of a crowd was fun, but the reality isn’t all that much better -- knocked out by a fangirl in one of the Gym’s back rooms, having her senseless body played with like a toy doll, and her loudly snoring and dozy features used as a vibrator by the one who shut her off and sent her out. This was really your hero, huh…? The thought is making you feel dizzy….

You get up to your feet and stare downwards. Beneath you is the amazing Gold Rush, still snoring, facedown, her arms out flat by her sides, her fingers curled up and twitching. Laid out. Beneath her, her famous tits balloon out either side of her body, still visibly slick and shiny with the oil. There's no doubt about it -- she is totally out cold. Put out to pasture. Donezo.

You're better than her. She doesn't have ANYTHING to offer you anymore -- you've totally outgrown her as a hero. She's nothing but a weak, sleepy loser, and one who you beat fair and square. And next time you see her in the hallways, or the Gym, or the Arena, you'll remind her of that. In fact -- you'll remind her every time you see her from now on. A couple of gropes on your way past to send her crashing to the floor would do the trick....

You unbutton your shirt and pull it apart to set your own boobs free, and show her what a real pair of tits looks like. You grope yourself above her sleeping, cum-coated face to taunt her. See, Gold Rush? Some of us can stay awake. Once you’ve had your fill, you bend down and pull her head up, locking in a smother to finish this all with. It seems only fitting that boobs should be her final end.

You take great pride in pulling her limp, lolling head upwards and taking her face all the way deep into your soft bosom's cleavage. You let out a deep, satisfied sigh as her body moves to your command and that of gravity, her own preferences having no say in where she ends up. Once you've got her right where you want her, you settle back into a position lying on your back, one hand on the back of her head holding it in place as she lies on top of you.

You can still feel her snores against your chest, and you shiver pleasurably at the feeling of them running through you. Her hair is all wirey and splayed out loosely over the front of the breasts her head is sunken between. Aww, her hair is just like her... with mothering affection, you hush her quietly and stroke the back of her head, gently working each loose hair back into place. Meanwhile your other hand slinks lower, down to her pants, and easily slides under the waistband to hook one finger inside of her wet, pulsing slit.

As you hold her in the smother, and stroke the back of her head, your finger slides in and out, in and out of her, pleasurably digging at the wet inner walls.... just the one finger.... and it's enough to make her cum as she dreams. It's not an explosive roar of an orgasm -- more like a pathetic mewl. Her extremities twitch, her body shudders, and a faint splash of her juices lands on your probing hand. You tsk your tongue teasingly and keep sliding your finger in and out of her, still working to fix the hairs on the back of her sleeping head. So, Gold Rush is a low-endurance quickshot too? How embarrassing….

She put so much trust in you, asking for you to rub the oil in for her, since she knew she'd knock herself out with it. What a trusting fool she is. It serves her right, to end up like this -- groped to the point that she's flopping like a fish, and panting through barely-parted lips, unable to keep up with your feeling up of her breasts and the gentle sliding of your finger. Her pretty face reduced to snoring between your doughy mountains.... the very picture of concluded.

You completely outmatch her now. Setting the last of her hairs into place, you slide your hand out of her pussy and along her fit belly, bringing both hands up to your own tits to feel them up again while she still rests facedown and limp between them. You give yourself a good grope like that, looking down at her feeble body and listening to the sweet music of her snoring purrs. No staying power to speak of. She's nothing, and she's done.

You can’t contain yourself. Hands on your own tits either side of her head, you laugh uproariously at your total victory, basking in the moment a while longer, and letting her face send more defeated vibrations through your entire heaping chest.