You give her what she really wants when you notice she is wet.

You are almost satisfied with the jobber slut melting in your arms. That last wrench of her body breaks the fight in her, and you feel her arms fall back behind her limp and defeated. You take a moment to enjoy the moment of quiet as the audience hushes and observes the fate of your opponent. Her breaths are rapid and shallow, her strained and stretched muscles spasming for help, like an animal caught in a trap. You look down and see her legs dangle straight down, her toes pointed and no longer kicking.

You appreciate the beautiful show she put on from start to finish. The raw confidence she oozed, the venom in her words and then the beautiful sounds of her defeat as her training failed her. The feminine scent of her perfume and her body, along with the raw smell of her sweat intoxicates you. And then you realize, you weren't the only one. The defeated tremors in her body weren't just from being nearly broken in two, but her own perverse exhibitionism. You smell the scent of her womanhood and you feel a different kind of dampness where her lower body is pressed to yours.

A wicked smile forms on your lips and you whisper tauntingly, "I guess I'm not the only one enjoying this, am I?"

"Unh?" she whimpers weakly, questioning your intent. "Pl...plea-" she gasps when your hold tightens. "n-no more."

You deny her plea and start to grind your rigid girth along the groove of her sex. Her blue eyes look up at yours, her cheeks darkening as she tries to look away.

"On second thought, we can't have you fighting back or going anywhere, can we?" you growl. A look of uncertainty fills her eyes and you adjust your hold, one hand finding the crotch of her teddy, the other seizing her throat.

"Hnnh?" she yelps. But there is no time for her to ponder your next move, you answer decisively. Lifting her body up into the air, the audience cheers as you display her like a trophy. You turn and face the other direction, coaxing out another series of approving roars from the spectators, before you ruin any chance of her fighting back. With a heave, you bring her up and then the everything around her drops. The jobber wife catches her breath sharply as the ground rushes up to meet her before the sturdy corner of your knee stops her descent.

If there was a sound that signified defeat, the anguished moan and croak that left her lips as you dropped her into a devastating backbreaker was it. Her body bent harshly over your leg, her spine conforming to the unforgiving angle and contorting her body into a unnatural 'U' shape. "Hck... G-ack!" The sounds flee her lips, along with a spray of saliva. Her legs splayed open lewdly, her fingertips scrape and her feet stutter along the material of the mat.

Then you roll her off your knee dismissively. The jobber wife twists and writhes on the ground, dealing with nothing but the raw pain of the backbreaker while the crowd taunts her ruthlessly. And despite all that... the lace stretched over her pussy was damp. She was a masochist, and enjoyed the humiliation. The more you push her, the more she seems to be getting off.

She doesn't feel your approach until you're hands capture her. You **** her up onto all fours and grope her **** shape. Your hands knead her supple thighs, before finding the soft mound between her legs and feeling the palm of your hand wet with her arousal. "My... my," you smirk. "You really are a jobber slut, aren't you?"

"N-no.." she whimpers, "I'm..."

You call her bluff, gripping the lace of her outfit and splitting it apart like tissue paper. The seams pop and rip, until suddenly you pull back the curtain and her nearly-naked body is almost completely on display, save for the stockings. The slick layer of sweat adds a wet sheen to her skin. Her heaving breaths make the smooth muscles in her back ripple erotically. Kelsey clenches her thighs together, her toes curl tightly and her face turns beet red from the humiliation of being stripped naked before a crowded fighting ring.

But you don't stop there, you palm her pussy and press in firmly with the heel of your hand. Her mound squelches under your sudden violation, and you start to coax the orgasm out of her. Her fingers curl inward and Kelsey clenches her eyes shut in embarassment, but the moment your fingers find her clit - she doesn't want you to stop. She tries to form words but they die in her throat as a moan takes their place. Your forearm is tensed, rapidly plucking her strings like an instrument and calling forth more **** moans.

"Oh god!" she cries out as her legs begin to tremble. Her thighs close around your hand tightly as her skin flushes. Finally, she reaches the peak of her orgasm and her pussy clenches around your fingers. A deep, humiliated moan leaves her trembling lips and she floods your hand with her juices. You hear the patter of wetness pooling between her legs and she slumps over onto her side. The defeated jobber wife curls her legs in demurely in the aftermath, covering her face with one arm.

But you find yourself hard, and after giving her sweet release, you need it too, don't you?

You reach down and free your girth from the confines of your lower bodywear and after a few moments, she sees you with wide eyes.