You’re about to find out.

Lady Grace drops the hammerlock, wraps her slender fingers around your erection and starts skillfully jerking you off, causing you to tense up in surprise and pleasure. Her other arm traps you in a half nelson, keeping you from moving while she works on you. Though your arm is now freed, the pressure she put on its joints makes it mostly useless for the time being.

“Safeword?” she whispers to you without stopping.

“‘Hummingbird’,” you tell her between moans, and she nods in acknowledgment.

As she pumps your dick, Roxie’s eyes flutter open below you. “Ugh...what the fuck? What’s going on?”

“Oh, come on, you can’t possibly be that slow,” mocks Lady Grace. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

She does, and so do you. You struggle against Grace’s hold despite the aches in your arm, to no avail—and she redoubles the speed of her strokes, bringing you nearly to the edge. The Champion, meanwhile, narrows her eyes and says, “I’m gonna make you pay for this.”

“I’m sure you plan to try,” retorts Lady Grace blithely. Then, sotto voce: “Just say the word and you can get out of this, you know.”

Roxie shakes her head and whispers back, “I’ve been through a lot worse in this ring than you could ever do to me.”

“Very well, then.” Grace shrugs, and with a few masterful strokes, finishes you off.

You’ve given the newcomer exactly what she wanted. Your cum splatters onto the Champion’s face and tits, humiliating her for a change as Grace looks on in satisfaction.

“Hmmm, that was awfully...quick,” she says derisively. You bristle at the insult, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “I might even have time to give one of you something to remember me by. Now who shall it be?”