Taming Her Pray: Amelie & Sig

It didn't take much for the somewhat sexually-extreme French rookie Amelie to be convinced to take her latest pray, Sig, back to her own room. Well, didn't take much, as in it didn't take anything at all. Somewhat glowing from a satisfying debut, the curvy giant finished the match with Sig in her arms, carefully carried of course without asking the smaller woman if she cared to join her.

Sat on her bed, in a somewhat fresh change of attire from her somewhat stained wrestling outfit, Amelie would view her prey that had been so carefully laid at her feet, still weary and semi-conscious. Hands either side of her, now clad in somewhat sexy white underwear, the French girl would start to rub her victim gently up and down her stomach with the edge of her toes, trying to get a stir from her. If Sig woke up, she'd be in for one hell of a night.

Something felt ticklish, and it starting to bring the lithe blonde back to consciousness. She let out a purr and wriggled a bit, but her eyes were still closed until a few seconds later. As she gradually opened her eyes, Sig let out a soft moan. Everything around her seemed blurry for a bit, but it didn't take too long until she regained full consciousness.

The first thing she noticed was that she was laid on a floor, with someone rubbing her toes on her belly. She glanced up and found Amelie seated on the bed, and her cheeks immediately blushed. She remembered being smothered to the point she came and passed out during their match, which explained why she ended up here.

"Uuuhh... w-where am I...?" she asked meekly.

Amelie would bring up a hand, somewhat seductively and casually brushing back her long hair, so that her huge chest was on full view.

"I think that question answers itself...my petite..." she'd lean forward, hands still to either side of her, as her foot would somewhat nudge her prey. She'd let out somewhat of a laugh, as it seemed Sig was completely disorientated.

"You looked so helpless...like a child who'd lost its mother...after I was done with you in front of eeeeeeeveryone." Leaning in further, she'd somewhat look down on Sig. "It's not every girl who gets to spend their debut making someone else their own pet."

Sig found her cheeks warming up at the sight of Amelie towering over her from the bed. The woman's words made her blushed, and she pretty much had realized now where she was. The blonde didn't move from her spot, partly exhausted, but also mesmerized by Amelie who looked like a goddess to her at the moment.

"P-pet... I-I'm not your pet...!" she replied, apparently still had a tiny bit of defiance in her.

Sig's mild defiance sparked a small response from Amelie, who opted to stand up, slowly positioning herself over Sig, straddling her with hands to her hips. She'd look down, eyes meeting with Sig's just over her own somewhat vision-blocking breasts.

"Then why are you on the floor? Like a dog?" Again Amelie would giggle, before bending over slightly to really drive home her enormous grin, her chest giving a enormous dose of cleavage to the smaller girl.

Sig felt rather flustered hearing what Amelie said, but it was true that right now they kinda looked like a goddess and her pet or whatever the woman wished her to be. The amazon had beaten her in a match where she could barely do anything to her, apart from somehow making her cum a few times. Her eyes were almost hypnotized by the dangling breasts of Amelie as the woman leaned towards her on her feet. Those large, soft orbs that were smothering her out in the match seemed so tempting, and her blush went deeper from remembering the last bit of their match.

The lithe blonde shook her head and crawled back a bit, before trying to seat herself up and eventually get up on her feet. If she wanted to prove that she's not Amelie's pet, than she'd need not to be on the ground.

"I-I'm not..."

Amelie would step forward as her prey shuffled back, allowing some release but not at all letting up, still bent over with her gaze still on her.

"Maybe I'll fuck you 'till I'm bored of you? Hmm?" She'd once more roar, before her hands would come to Sig's head as the girl rose, trying to put her into a side headlock of sorts, of course cheek pressed to her massive breast.

"From the way you act, I guess it wouldn't be the first time!"

"Ah...?!" Sig yelped as Amelie pulled her into a side headlock that pressed the side of her face against one of her large breasts.

The lock wasn't all that tight, but the blonde somehow felt a bit comfy with her head almost half buried by the woman's orb. She was getting excited again, more so with Amelie threatening to fuck her silly until she was bored. Sig found herself at lost for words, not knowing whether to stay defiant or give herself away to be Amelie's plaything.

"Egghh... t-that's..."

Amelie purposefully didn't wrench or choke Sig, simply pressing the girl against her chest. After all, putting Sig straight out would spoil all the fun!

"Thats, true? Is that what you were going to admit?" Amelie would laugh, briefly grinding her front against the girl, chest rubbing up and down. She'd adjust the hold somewhat, so that she had but one arm wrapped around Sig, pinning her like she would a child, whilst the other went to her hip, throwing a almost amazon like pose.

"T-that's n-nooott..." Sig couldn't really finish, Amelie's breast rubbed against the side of her face seemed to be a significant distraction to her resolve to stay defiant.

The woman was right on the mark, of course. She had been fucked front, back and sideways by several girls now in this league alone. They weren't really embarrassing experience, of course, far from it instead. Still she found herself in the middle of being defiant and submissive, her mind split and made her indecisive with her actions or words. It's just so tempting to let Amelie had her way to her after what she went through in the ring after all.

"W-well...! T-that's true... maybe... s-so what..." ultimately she decided to stay a little bit defiant, slightly squirming and blushing within Amelie's hold.