Use her own prop against her.

You’re preparing to continue your domination of La Diabla when you see the prop pitchfork that she carried into the ring. It’s resting against the ropes right next to where she’s sitting, not quite close enough for her to grab, but in just the right place for you to snatch it up. You hold it over your head triumphantly, playing to the crowd.

You’re idly twirling it around just out of her reach to taunt her when you notice a couple of interesting things.

First, the central point of the pitchfork is much longer than the others, and slightly rounded at its end.

Second, there’s a hidden recessed button built into the handle.

A wicked grin that’s easily the match of any expression Angelica has ever worn spreads across your face, as her eyes widen in alarm. You press the button, and it clicks softly as the vibrator’s motor whirrs to life.

She glares at you furiously, squirming to try to get away, but you plant a foot on her belly to trap her in place. “No, no, bastardo jodido, don’t you daaaaaAAAH!”

Her protests are cut short as you push her bikini aside and plunge the pitchfork/vibrator deep into her pussy. Her face burns almost as red as her outfit as she’s fucked with her own prop, but her back arches and her toes curl in pleasure when you start slowly pumping it inside her.

“I’m—ahhh—gonna—oh, fuck—get you back for this,” La Diabla promises you, in between gasps and moans.

“Oh, I certainly hope you’ll try,” you shoot back with a lecherous grin.

Her breathing gets faster and faster, and you know you’ve got her when she starts moving her hips in time with your thrusts, coating the sex toy from tip to base with her juices. Seeing her give herself over to arousal, you decide that it’s time for the coup de grace.

You tilt and rotate the handle slightly, moving the pitchfork’s three tines so that while the middle one is still fucking her pussy, the top one comes to rest—lightly but firmly—against her clit.

It’s just what was needed to send her completely over the edge. With a wordless cry of passion, Angelica squirts onto the mat, bucking and spasming in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

She’s just finishing off when the buzzer signals that twenty seconds of domination have passed. After she rides it out, she slumps down for a moment, catching her breath and recovering. You take your foot off her, allowing her to stand up when she’s ready to continue.

“For a girl who likes fire so much, you’re pretty easy to get wet,” you tease, drawing a laugh from the crowd.

“Te joderé tan fuerte que no podrás andar correctamente por una semana,” Angelica snarls at you in reply as she gets up. “And that wasn’t even a good joke!”

You’ve won a point for domination.