28. Stuck: Sailor Jupiter

With a final piledriver, Sailor Jupiter crashed onto the wrestling mat surrounded by flames. The brown haired girl fell flat on the mat of the monster who called herself the Wrestling Monarch.

This nine foot tall woman, red skinned demon had started drawing random women into her extra dimensional wrestling ring to prove her dominance.

Naturally, the Sailor Scouts had to interfere but before they could, Sailor Jupiter herself was drawn in.

The warrior of thunder tried her best, throwing out lightning and her hardest blows but humiliatingly, she was told it just

[tickled.

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The Monarch walked over and picked Jupiter up by her skirt.

“C’mere” she told the upside down girl

In a brief move of desperation, Jupiter tore off the fettered scraps of her skirt and landed on her back, leaving the Sailor in just her leotard.

Weak groans left Makoto’s mouth as she turned over and desperately tried to crawl away, drowning in the pain of her defeat and fear of what comes next.

“Almost…”

Jupiter pulled herself forward and could see the city she came from miles and miles below the ring. But just as she found hope it was dashed away. The Monarch grabbed Makoto by her leg, lifted her off the ground, and slammed her down on her chest on the opposite side of the ring. Jupiter gasped, the wind knocked out of her, and then fell limp.

“Nobody may flee my ring, girl! You disgrace this combat AND yourself!”

Enraged, the demon set onto Jupiter and ripped apart the Scout’s uniform, exposing the brunette’s shame for the captive audience.

“Get over here” Monarch demanded and grabbed Jupiter by the ponytail

The nude demon had one demand as she **** the Scout to her feet and shoved her face into her cunt.

“Eat. Me. Out”

“N…No!” Makoto shook her head defiantly

At that, the Monarch smiled wickedly and jumped up, wrapping her thighs around Makoto’s head and slammed her down onto the mat.

Makoto was ****, she struggled and squirmed but knew there was no escape. This muscled up demon’s legs were as thick as the Sailor’s entire body. It felt like being crushed between two trees!

“Eat, or be destroyed” the low gravely voice ordered

Makoto’s pride refused but the pain was stronger than pride.

The brunette slowly lapped at the victor, tasting something she had never tasted before

“Faster, weakling!” Monarch growled and tightened her thighs against Sailor Jupiter’s head

After a cry of pain, the surrendering sailor in earnest ate out the victor.

“Hmmm. Better”

Makoto’s tongue dug as deep as it could into the demon, trying her best to make the demon climax. The sheer size difference of the two made it so Makoto had to drink the demon’s juices to avoid drowning.

“Almost there. Finish me or I will break you completely”

The motivation of fear drove the Sailor to finish off her better, the low growl heralding the flood that drowned the sailor.

Wishing to examine her prize, Monarch held Jupiter up by her ponytail, off the ground.

Her large breasts and ass hung free for all to see, her body bruised and battered, but the most attractive feature was definitely her face; her eyes dazed, mascara smeared, and her face covered in a thick sheet of clear fluid.

“I believe we may have found you talent” Monarch smirked, giving Jupiter’s large breast a squeeze “But you have no place here, weakling”

Like a sack of potatoes, Sailor Jupiter was tossed from the ring and down to the city below.

Broken, beaten, and serving as a warning to any who may face The Monarch