She wants you to feel every moment

She grabs a handful of your brown hair, and drags you to the ropes. She threads you between the middle and top ropes, your limbs limp and vision blurry. You know she leaves the ring for a second, and the crowd seems to really be excited for whatever she does.

You feel your bottoms get ripped down to your knees, and something squeezes between your legs. It's long, cold, and made of rubber.

"Hnnnnnnnaaaahhhhhh," You let out a long moan as the strapon penetrates you, and Kali giggles with sick pleasure. You then feel her hips crash against your backside, fucking you roughly for the satisfaction of the crowd, and your opponent.

"Take it bitch!" she grunts as she thrusts you harder and harder, wrapping her hands around your neck to pull you onto her cock. Your hands grip the bottom rope, using it as a stress reliever as you squeeze the latex tubes to get some relief from the powerful fucking.

Despite the humiliation of being taken like this, you feel your orgasm coming, and soon. In fact, you can't help but tell the whole world what's about to happen, "I'm gonna cum!" you scream, "Fuck I'm gonna cum so hard!"

Suddenly, Kali stops. She doesn't move a muscle, edging you as you whimper in frustration. "Apologize," She orders

You panic, _apologize? apologize for what? _you struggle to find what you might have done wrong. "Say you're sorry or I'm leaving!" She threatens. _The knee, at the start! _you remember.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'll never try anything before the bell rings again! Just let me cum!" You cry.

Her answer is simply to slam your pussy with the strap until you burst, dumping your juices on the canvas in a lovely new wet spot.

She withdraws the proto-cock from you, and raises her fists in victory. Then she walks out of the ring, still wearing the dripping strapon as she exits. When you gather the strength to leave, the crowd has already grown indifferent to you, ready for the real matches to start.

Backstage, Kali is taking off her strap, and handing it to a crew member to be cleaned. As you try to avoid eye contact, she spots you and shouts, "Hey!"

You freeze, expecting an earful, only to hear her say, "I don't have much time, but no hard feelings. You got me and I got you back, ok? It stays in the ring."

You nod, still a little too embarrassed to speak still, so you head to the lockers to get changed.