Dungeon Match: Origa Xenia vs Anya Volkova - Amazon vs Wolf

Dungeon Match: The ring is located in the middle of an underground dungeon, with several sex toys and lewd objects for the wrestlers to use.
Victory conditions: In order to win, one wrestler must make the rival recognize her as the mistress and then make her orgasm.

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The Wolf prowls...:

Anya was a woman with certain, peculiar taste. She basked on the glory of physically and sexually dominating another one, subjugating someone else’s will. For her it was really complicated to get off if she wasn’t able to feel totally in control of her partner, and most of the times making her lover be in quite the predicament was just what she needs to give her lust a boost. When the Russian made a request to the AFW management asking them to indulge in those ways she never actually expected for her wish to be granted, but luckily for the blonde Wolf there was a lot of people into watching women like her do bad things to others. She was excited to see how much the higher ups wanted to please her new predator, and she was just about to notice.

The stage for that match was a lonely underground dungeon with a ring in the middle. No stands with a cheering crowd but of course dozens of cameras would be in charge of filming every slightest detail of what was coming and broadcast to hundreds, even thousands, of fans so eagerly attending the live streaming. All around the ring there were several objects of a sexual nature, each one awakening a wild idea inside Anya’s mind. Yes, they had been really thorough in complying with the Wolf’s request. The Russian smiled to herself while inspecting every small detail and every sexual toy, completely resolved to have a lot of fun that night.

Only one thing missing in all that scene: her victim.

Anya huffed in disapproval. Her rival was late, and as if the Wolf needed more reasons to get at her unaware victim, now she had one more motive to be cruel, to set the Wolf within her free. She sat in the border of the ring and crossed her legs in an inviting manner, surely making delight of every fan looking at her curvaceous body from behind the computer screens.

Origa had a bad feeling about this.

When management came to her about a special match that another wrestler requested they asked her to be that woman’s opponent. The problem was that they refused to tell her what the match or its stipulations entailed until she had agreed to the match. Though she had plenty of matches of late, the payout on this match was too much for Origa to ignore and so she reluctantly accepted the match.

When she did and management told her what the match was she obviously was upset. She was meant to take part in some sex dungeon match against a experienced dominatrix! She was terrible in hentai scenarios and she had a distinct feeling that management knew that and was why they had picked her specifically.

Spoiler:

Finally slowing her beating heart Origa in her black wrestling shorts and purple corset stepped through the doors to the underground dungeon and saw the ring. It was a regular ring, nothing too special about it but it was what was around the ring that made Origa nervous. Sex toys and machines of all shapes and sizes were scattered around all for the taking. Origa was so busy nervously looking at them that she didn’t realize that her opponent was already here. Origa looked ahead and saw Anya and while her face tried to remain stoic a small blush appeared on her face as she saw the white clad Russian.

Regaining her courage Origa stepped forward her 7ft size even looming over the girl even as she sat on the border of the ring. “Don’t expect me to submit easily. I won’t go down without a fight.” With her hopefully intimidating piece said Origa walked past her and would try to climb into the ring. If she did then she would go to an unoccupied corner and waiting for the bell to ring.

Origa, even without knowing it, had made a mistake by making Anya wait, but when the Russian gazed at the giant Amazon as she walked towards the ring the Wolf licked her lips. “Oh, what a toy you will make…”, she whispered to herself before the tall beauty had time to reach hearing distance. Origa was just perfect, her over the average height not taking any kind of attractive from her but highlighting it. She had a beautiful, curvy body with some prominent breasts and wide hips, just as Anya liked. Her face was sweet but also solemn and the Russian daydreamt about how it would twist in the agony of pleasure. It was just too much, she was a lucky woman.

Anya drew a scary evil smile on her face and looked at her rival in the eyes as she went to her encounter. Origa was trying to look composed but a slight blush on her face and her defensive attitude gave away the fact that no matter how hard of resolved she could try to pose, she was scared. And scared is just how Anya liked her prey. Even so, the woman tried her best to look calm and as a threat to her. Having someone as big as this woman scared about her made Anya’s body shiver in excitement.

The Wolf didn’t have any kind of chance to reply since her rival went away to her corner. Not willing to stay behind, Anya would trot confidently behind her. “Wait!”, she said in a tone that rang friendly but also demanding. “I didn’t even get your name…”, said the Russian as she offered her rival a handshake.

Origa stepped over the ropes and into the ring all while trying to ignore the toys around her but that was something difficult to do. She saw dildos, virbators, and leashes. But she also saw racks of various kinds and even a mechanical horse that was ribbed for maximum pleasure. Seeing theses things made her face heat up and she desperately hoped that some of these things were not going to be used.

Origa turned in her corner at the sound of Anya coming towards her asking for her name. When she stuck her hand out for a handshake Origa looked down on it before deciding to shake it. “Sorry I’m a little nervous, I’m Origa I hope we have a good match.” She responded kindly, having no idea the devil she was talking to was not nice at all.

Anya noticed how her rival walked around towards her corner of the ring, trying her best not to engage in visual contact with any of the instruments of pleasure displayed all along the combat zone. That fact gave away that no matter how hard she tried looking composed and cool, the Amazon was actually quite appalled by the idea behind that match. Her prey was oh so nervous that she even forgot to introduce herself! Good thing old Anya was there to pop the woman out of her bubble.

And she was a gentle one! Once Anya addressed her not only the Amazon confirmed the Wolf’s suspicions, she even apologized for it! This was too good to be true, the AFW management providing Anya with such a brand new and fun toy to play with. So trusting, so gullible! The raven-haired woman accepted blindly the handshake, sealing her fate. Before she could even react Anya rushed with her other hand and grabbed her rival by the scalp. Then she would grin cruelly and force her rival’s head close to hers so she could whisper in a menacing tone.

“Now listen to me. You don’t have a name. You are a pet, and a pet doesn’t disrespect its mistress like you did before. Do you understand?” Anya said with a cold tone, aiming at scaring the hell out of her rival, getting dominant from even before the match started. She wouldn't release Origa, forcing the giant to bend so she would talk to her directly face to face.

Origa really should have expected this.

You don’t go into a dungeon match and expect to face off against someone nice. And if you do chances are that you’re the mean one. Origa learned this first hand when Anya refused to release her grip on her hand and suddenly jumped up to grab at her black hair. When she got a handful she pulled the giant down to her height and began whispering in her ear.

If she were any other girl Origa would have been scared at Anya’s sudden turn from nice girl to complete and utter bitch. To Origa though, it just made her angry that this girl thought she could conquer her so easily. Origa would growl out as she focused herself on the smaller blonde.

“Sorry but you’re going to need to try harder than that!” She spoke out as her arms would wrap around Anya’s waist and would spin her over to her shoulder. There she would step out of the corner and slam Anya down in a powerslam. If that worked Origa would grab Anya by her hair and attempt to drag her to her feet.

Anya was expecting some resistance coming from a woman that big. Being that great the difference between their sizes it was just only logical that Origa had some self-confidence to her, if only built around the idea of being taller than any woman she had met. What the Russian wasn’t expecting at all was that outburst of violence coming from her new pet. She wasn’t one to really like being on the losing end of things, so it was understandable that after being powerslammed by a woman who technically was a giant compared to her Anya would be feeling pained, but also really, really angry.

Yes, Origa had some spine to her. It was all about the Brazilian not knowing anything about who she was messing with, of course. Had Origa known anything about Anya she would have shown much more respect and restraint. After all, and even if Anya looked threatening and imposing with her dominant demeanor, she had to see it from her rival’s perspective: what kind of threat could pose that small blonde?

But Anya was as patient as demanding. She knew how to wait for her moment to shine, and that just arrived when Origa went to grab her by the hair in order to make her stand on her feet. As she was slowly standing up Anya would rush at her rival’s womanhood in a vicious crotch claw, aiming at inflicting some pain in her rival’s most private area! “Oh, you made a terrible mistake now.”

Origa had no idea who this girl was. She didn’t even know her supposed reputation that apparently made the girl think that Origa should immediately bow her head in reverence to her. She knew that she was Russian if her accent was anything to go by but that was everything she knew about the blonde. But the fact that she had a supposed reputation only told Origa that she should be wary of her rival because that only told her that she got it for a reason.

Origa was thinking this when she went to pick the blonde up from the ground after her powerslam. But even thinking that and preparing oneself like Origa did was not enough to stop what came next. “Ahh!” She let out a shocked gasp when Anya suddenly shot her hand forward and clawed painfully onto Origa’s crotch in a painful claw.

Origa grit her teeth and let a pain filled grunt as she was forced to listen to Anya say what a big mistake the giant had made. Her hand was still holding onto the blondes hair but her grip was loose and barely held anything at all. Her other hand grabbed at Anya’s offending wrist in hopes of prying it away from her covered sex, not realizing that she should focus on the girl herself for her next attack.

Somthing had to be said in Origa’s defense: no matter how vicious Anya could be or how threatening she was with her demeanor and her cold voice tone, she didn’t have that much of a reputation in the AFW yet since she was a new face in the league. Of course that, if given the chance, the Russian could become one of the most feared faces in the federation’s roster because of how ruthless she could be in her treatment to her rivals and because of how dominant and humiliating her style was, but in order to get there first she needed to work on that reputation. So no wonder the Brazilian tried her best to resist that woman in front of her, after all she just was a rival with certain threatening aura but no reputation… yet.

All the mentioned above wouldn’t stop Anya from acting as if the world was hers and everyone else should pledge submittal to her. After all everyone else was just a plaything to have some fun with until she was done, and Origa wouldn’t be different. Yes, the Brazilian showed a feat of strength by powerslamming Anya, but luckily for her the Wolf was able to recover quickly and lock a painful crotch claw on her rival.

From that point Origa’s attitude changed a bit, the woman not sure about how to proceed for some seconds, freeing Anya’s hair as she tried her best to get a grip on the wrist inflicting pain to her womanhood. That gave Anya just the information she needed: the Brazillian was more worried about the damage to her private parts than to anything applied on her. Anya used her rival’s appalled state to push with all of her strength in order to get her against the corner, where she would get a hold on her scalp again while her claw crushed Origa’s womanhood. Now in a similar position that the one that began everything Anya spoke again. “Looks like this pet needs some punishment before it starts behaving properly...”

Origa gave out a low grunt at Anya’s claw to her groin. She tried to ignore the pain that Anya was giving her but just as she was about to try and pry the blonde off of her Anya suddenly began shoving the girl slowly backwards. Origa was forced back until her back was pressed against the turnbuckle of the corner and she realized that she would have to go through Anya if she wanted to escape.

Not that Anya had any intention of letting the amazon go when she had such a commanding hold on the giant and she made sure to let Origa know that by yanking her hair again and grinding her claw into Origa’s sex. Origa let out a shout of pain at the action and tried to focus on it to remind her that she needed to escape. “I... Am not your pet!” She would shout and would attempt to try and yank away the hold on her sex.

If her escape worked then Origa would try to reverse their positions and twirl the two around so that Anya was pressed against the corner. From there Origa would try to try to send knee after knee into the blondes belly and even a few shoulder charges too. If it worked and Anya was stunned enough Origa would take a couple of steps back and try to charge Anya in a corner splash.