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.

Triin knew deep inside that her performance tonight had frankly not been good at all, but she had to admit that Bianka had just been too strong, too smart, too villainous, too dominant for her... And that she just had to accept her place right now. And as she began obediently following her new mistress around the dungeon, she could really focus again on what she was seeing around her... and what kind of potential that predicated for the rest of the night. And she couldn't deny that it was making her wet.

What wasn't though was Bianka's little reminder of the cameras. Now, those were ones that Triin could only take quick glances at... Not look straight into them at all. Sure, she couldn't deny that what was happening was turning her on... But she wasn't ready to openly admit it to everyone who might have been watching after the fact! For them, she didn't want to reveal how she truly felt.
Luckily, soon the danger of that had passed for now, as apparently Bianka had noticed something that had caught her attention, based on the intriguing pair of handcuffs Triin was now witnessing in front of her.

((I'm so sorry for disappearing for so long!))

The German "valkyrie" strutted alongside the defeated heroine, fingers twisted into the silken locks of her golden hair with a gentle pull. She would be surprisingly gentle with Triin so long as the other woman remained obedient, or at least would do so for now. With a fluid grace she would swing one supple leg over the knightess' back to stand over her. Releasing the hold of the woman's hair she would bend slowly at the waist, making a show of reaching down past Triin's shoulders. "Such a good little Barbie doll. I just know I am going to have so much fun playing with you."

Bianka would hook her fingers around Triin's elbows to pull her arms together behind her back, having to hold up some of the heroine's weight to keep her from falling on her face. This would be followed by a gentle rattle of metal, a light pressure around her wrists, and the sound of the metal lock of the handcuffs ratcheting into position. "And now all I must do is step out of those doors and you will officially be the loser, and my pretty little prize."

((No worries whatsoever, I was away for a long time as well...))

To Triin's delight, Bianka wasn't really pressing on the issue of cameras. Probably she figured that not only was it better for the defeated heroine, but for herself as well, as the fight had been rather intimate, and it was much easier to immerse yourself and let your senses take over on a private battleground... And so far that had worked perfectly for the Valkyrie. The heroine was admitting defeat, and for now rather obediently submitting herself to her conqueror. And as Triin could feel Bianka's leg straddling her back, she was clearly accepting her place beneath the villain's short, yet strong and dominant - and admittedly deliciously voluptuous - body.

To Triin's dismay, "Barbie Doll" was back. Now, was that really such a nice thing to do after behaving so obediently? Never mind that the hair pulls had only been gentle... But the taunt did not end up being what stuck to the blonde's head - that was the fun that Bianka was planning to have with her. And the fallen knightess could not not wonder about how it was going to be like being the Valkyrie's toy...

Those thoughts filled the blonde heroine's head up until the point that she suddenly heard, and felt, the handcuffs getting rattled in their place. The feeling made her gulp... It had been a long time since she had felt this feeling last. Too long in fact, only admitting that to herself... But Bianka's words woke her up from her thoughts again. Suddenly ushering up a bit of resistance, mainly checking if her wrists were indeed properly locked, the heroine decided to display a bit more defiant attitude now ( - now, that it was already too late). "You'll pay for this next time!" the knightess muttered with a defiant tone, while being fully aware of her imminent defeat. But she could find solace in the fact that becoming the Valkyrie's "little prize" sounded a whole lot better than becoming a dead soul guided to Valhalla...

Bianka was more than happy to have Triin's obedience, calling her Barbie again to rub her nose in it just a little. But she was more focused on getting those cuffs on the knight's wrists than reveling in her dominance for the time being. She didn't exactly have a long history of wins under her skimpy belt to be too lax about making her victory tonight official. With the cuffs locked around Triin's wrists she giggled at her sudden boldness, such a good little brat. The valkyrie bent at the waist to wrap her arms around the heroine's shoulders, kissing her almost lovingly on the cheek, "Next time? Oh, aren't you a glutton for punishment. Any time you want to be humiliated again you just let me know."

Releasing the hug she stood upright before giving her toy a final shove towards the center of the ring, to lay her out on her back for all of the world to see. And then she would casually strut herself over to the door of their cell and let herself out. Not that she was going far, but technically she had to "escape" first. But this would give Triin time to let her defeat really sink in.

Luckily, Triin had absolutely no idea of Bianka's any potential prior career in AFW or in other wrestling, and for her, she could have been the most dominant and successful foe there ever was - which wasn't such a bad image in her head, provided that the knightess hadn't exactly managed to perform well at all tonight against the Valkyrie. But even if she had known, it would have been a mere detail by now... All that mattered to her right now were the cuffs around her wrists, and the imminent, justified dominance of the villain over her own heroic body.

Bianka wasn't exactly shy of rubbing it in though, spitting out some rather confident words over how she could dominate Triin all over again, something which wasn't exactly unjustified based on the events inside the cell tonight. And not exactly uninvited by Triin either... No matter how much she would have liked to deny it, succumbing to the stronger villain felt like an enjoyable plan for tonight. She would have never admitted to being a "glutton for punishment"... Apart from how she behaved though.

That wasn't quite yet in the schedule though, as Bianka the Valkyrie still had the sense to make her victory official. Cuffed, but not (yet) chained, Triin was abruptly shoved into center of the cell, laying on her back while Bianka made her way out the door. Glancing a one last look at her behind, the blonde was rather certain that it wouldn't actually be the last one tonight. Hearing the door clanging shut, the heroine knew that the villain had finally reached her escape for the night, and her fate was finally sealed.

And the following silence was loud. So loud. Loud as hell... Or this cell. Laying there, cuffed and defeated, all by herself, gave Triin the opportunity to really reflect. Reflect on all that had happened tonight... And how she had gotten defeated by her evil foe. And frankly, the knightess didn't feel too bad about it... Until she saw that little, subtle movement on the ceiling. There they were. The cameras. Picking up and recording the full reality of her peril, her utter defeat. The stark reminder that it wasn't just for herself to enjoy, it was going to be out there for the whole world to see. And that was unpleasant as hell - or this lonely cell.

Curling her fingers around the bars of the cage, Bianka sensuously hung off of the outside just beside the door for a few seconds longer. She wanted to give the camera operators plenty of time to do their work and capture Triin's humiliation in all of its glory. Once she was satisfied that the knightess had sufficient time to steep in her defeat Bianka slipped back into the cage, pulling the door shut behind her with a heavy clang. "And now, my lovely little pet, you are truly mine. Mine to play with... " As she spoke she crossed the floor towards Triin.

"Mine to pleasure." The words were almost a lurid purr as she stooped down to let her fingers gently trace down the heroine's midsection in a soft caress. "And mine to punish." These last words were punctuated by a slap aimed at Triin's inner thigh. "But first: I want to hear you apologize to all of your fans. They must be so disappointed in you right now. Apologize for letting them down."

She was teasing the blonde while she thought about just what to do with her. Dark eyes searched the numerous toys from her own collection that lined the unforgiving walls of the cage. Perhaps it was best to start with something classic, the audience at home would absolutely love to see a good old fashioned flogging. Besides, the really fun stuff required getting the knight out of her outfit, and she wanted to tease the audience just as much as her victim.

The loneliness of being captured and defeated in the cage probably felt like a much longer time for Triin than it actually was, especially as she could witness the cameras diligently capturing every second and inch of her defeat. Another loss was certainly not going to make her record look any better at all, but she could find some solace from the fact that at least the battle and the combatants had been very aptly themed tonight, and surely she wasn't going to be the first heroine to suffer some setbacks in a fight against a villain. Besides, she was secretly looking forward to also find out, how did Valkyries treat their prisoners...

Bianka seemed keen on showing her just that too, as the victorious villain re-entered the cage with a loud clang. Or eager to start playing with her pet, as Triin could evidence by her words. Well, "pet" sounded better than "Barbie", so Triin couldn't complain... Even if she would end up in a leash. In any case, Bianka was already getting rather handsy with her for both pleasure and punishment, which the defeated knightess could not deny was already making her wetter.

Triin was obediently taking in the words and the slaps, but her obedience began to suffer as soon as Bianka reminded her once again of the viewers, and even demanded an apology from her. It was a strange thought... Did she even have fans? With AFW's nature, Triin was very much suspecting that no one from the audience was going to be disappointed with what they had just seen... Even if she was going to be the heroine in peril. They would probably just love seeing that... Or at least the big majority.

But an apology was still what Bianka was demanding now. Biting her lip, Triin took her time to think through how to handle the request... Issuing an apology would have felt strange and was not something she would have been keen to do, but she was going to be stuck in this situation, and if the Valkyrie really wanted to get the apology out of her, sooner or later she was going to. Deciding to bite the bullet, the blonde girl opened her mouth to spit out a rather quiet and half-hearted "Sorry".