One Knight in Hel- Triin vs Bianka Hardcore

While submissions were not enough to end the match, they were enough for Bianka's consummate professionalism. Was she required to release Triin? No, not really. But the only thing that would come of ignore her submission was risking everyone's fun evening of entertainment turning into a stay at a hospital. As soon as the word "submit" left Triin's lips the lash dropped away from her chin and Bianka's feet slipped off of her thighs leaving the German to sink down until she was laying on the knightess' back, head upon her shoulder. "Tsk task. This was not the safeword, but I'll take it."

Rolling off onto her knees she would sit on her heels beside the humiliated heroine. Laying the lash down lightly on the small of Triin's back she would delicately gather up the Baltic warrior's blonde hair in her hand and slowly lift her head up by it. Not so much dragging her up, but rather treating her hair like the reins of a horse or a dog's leash. If Triin would rise onto all fours Bianka would stand, but let her opponent rise no further. "Ready for a little walk then?"

Frankly, even if Triin would have no longer recalled how this match was officially going to end, the setup and surroundings would have ensured to tell the tale as many times as would be needed. Regardless of the rules, tonight one of the fighters in this cage was going to end up not only submitting, but also cuffed, chained, tortured and locked up... And based on how this match had gone for her, deep inside the Baltic Knightess knew that tonight that fighter was going to be her. And even if she was determined to be a valiant heroine until the end, the peril of the night also held a certain degree of forbidden enticement...

Nevertheless, the tight submission that the Estonian blonde had just been put in was a clear sign - it was time to submit. Time to admit defeat, and time to accept that villainous forces were going to reign supreme tonight. And based on the Valkyrie's reaction, that had been exactly what was expected. Even if it hadn't been according to the safeword - which Triin barely remembered she had seen when entering the cage, but could not recall its actual content - the heroine's exhausted body was let go, left to wait for its fate at the mercy of the villain.

But Triin was not only familiar with the role of a heroine. She had also gotten to know the role of the defeated heroine... And as soon as Bianka took control over her blonde ride, lifting her hair up, the knightess was suddenly much more compliant. The submission clearly hadn't been just a fluke to get out of a tricky position, but a genuine one, and once the blonde had made her way up onto her all fours, she did not even attempt to get up any further without any specific command to do so. "Yes. Yes I am."

Bianka stood over the broken knightess, the fallen hero now fully under her power and a smug grin spread across her cherry pink lips. While there was a certain joy to be had from breaking down the proud and noble piece by piece, what Bianka loved most was the humiliated resignation that followed, the shamefaced obedience of a newly humbled plaything. A chill ran up her spine, and it wasn't just the chill of the dungeon. "Oh, now that's much better. Keep being such a good girl and perhaps you'll earn yourself a reward. Now, come."

Standing upright and holding Triin by the hair, Bianka began to make a victory lap, slowly walking the perimeter of the cage with the knightess on all fours and the lash balanced on the small of her back. "Look out at the cameras. Let your fans see those beautiful eyes." The walk would finally end when they reached the resting place of a conveniently situated pair of fuzzy handcuffs.