Gavels for Guilty Guts -- Part 2

by RRff

After the verdict is pronounced, one heroine is subjected to the consequences of her defeat

In reaction to her stiff bud being chomped, Serval once again pumped her thigh forward. The resulting spike of pleasure caused explosions in Silver's brain, shocking her back to consciousness. In reaction, her body bucked, and her mouth snapped open releasing its precious stone-hard treasure, and then her head flopped to the right. The blonde could feel the climatic ripples that Serval was experiencing, each one causing the brunette's body to slip a little further off her own. Acting instinctly, the blonde pushed as best she could on her opponent's arm and shoulders until she had enough room to free herself from the pin.
Silver weakly crawled away to try and distance herself as best she could from Xanora's champion. Still in a great deal of pain, she barely was aware of her surroundings, let alone the noise from the crowd and what it meant. She collapsed for a brief time before she managed to get back up to her hands and knees, then slowly crawled to the wall near the door where Serval had entered, opposite from where the blonde herself had come into the amphitheatre.
She gingerly worked her way into a sitting position and looked back at the brunette. Serval was stretching and undulating languidly on the grass as the aftershocks of her climax still were rippling through her. The blonde biting down on her nipple had been the impetus that had pushed her over the sexual edge. She barely remembered falling off Silver as she was so enraptured by her dominating victory, and its subsequent rewards.
Silver had witnessed other trials, and was accustomed to seeing such 'celebrations'. She let her head hang down for awhile, staring disconsolately at the grass as she continued to recover, for all the good it would do her. Finally, she shifted her gaze up to the court to see and hear Cdr. Naelida pronounce judgement and sentence.
At first the blonde thought she must not be seeing properly. Then she thought that maybe she was still unconscious, and that this was some sort of dream. After slowly shaking her head and gently rubbing her eyes, Silver looked up again at the court. Naelida was still seated on her ceremonial perch, while Xanora and Ashlym were both leaning over the railing, yelling. The duchess was fixated on Serval, and was alternating between banging her hands on the railing and urgently lifting her hands into the air, palms up. Her princess, meanwhile, was leaning as far forward as possible over the railing which she gripped with one hand while she made the same upward motion as her rival with the other.
Then, the meaning of the scene she was witnessing became clear. Cdr. Naelida stayed seated until the rencontre was completed. The fact that she was not standing now meant that she felt a winner had not been determined. The trial battle was not over!!
It also explained Ashlym's actions. She must be trying to urge her heroine to continue the contest. Suddenly, Silver looked back at Serval. The brunette just now was beginning to sit up. Then the blonde looked up at the duchess and saw that she still was gesticulating with her right hand while pointing directly at her with her left. When the blonde looked back at Xanora's heroine, Serval had a puzzled expression on her face.
Serval had stretched comfortably in the afterglow of the orgasms that had rippled through her body. As much as she enjoyed defeating Ashlym's heroine, 'pleasuring' her was going be the sweetest icing on what already had been a very delicious cake. And then, she and Xanora would be able to give that pampered princess what she had coming.
Little by little, the crowd noise intruded on the brunette's reverie. She slowly sat up and took a deep breath before looking up at the court. At first she couldn't believe what she saw. Cdr. Naelida was still seated!! And Xanora appeared to be very agigated. Serval took a quick look at the princess before bringing her attention back to her lady who was gesturing and pointing dramatically. When she looked to her right and saw the blonde looking at her, it dawned on her what was going on. After she slowly got to her feet, she turned toward Silver and gave her a crooked smile.
Amongst all the other qualities that a true warizon needed for combat was the ability to recover quickly. That attribute was one that had not been tested in Silver since her early days in the sisterhood. As well, she had never absorbed as much punishment has she had on this occasion. As the blonde gingerly pulled herself to her feet, she knew that she definitely would need that trait now as the smirk on Serval's face indicated that the brunette intended to inflict even more pain on her already sore body.
Silver then turned and looked back once more at her princess. Ashlym's earlier agitation was now replaced with a big smile of relief from seeing her champion on her feet. That sight did more for the blonde's recovery than a long rest, or all the ointments and massages used to aid in healing could accomplishment. She got a further boost when her gaze briefly dropped down to her benefactor's 40FF bosom that was threatening to spill out of her dress as she leaned forward.
Silver gave her princess a reassuring smile and a nod, then guardedly moved toward the middle of the pit to face her opponent once again. Ashlym returned the smile with a wave of acknowledgement, then turned and stared coldly at the duchess.
Xanora slammed her fist against the railing one more time, frustrated that her long sought triumph over the royal family as embodied by the princess somehow seemingly had slipped through her fingers. With bitterness, the duchess realized that the commander had seen the same thing she had -- that Silver's escape from under the brunette meant that she never had been rendered unconscious, so therefore was not considered the by chief warizon to have been defeated.
Feeling Ashlym's eyes upon her, Xanora turned to face her. She looked at the princess dismissively, then turned her attention back to the confrontation below. As the duchess watched the combatants slowly approach one another, the feeling of being cheated from victory that she experienced earlier dissipated. Due to the pounding she had witnessed her vindicator dispense, and still was capable of dishing out, Xanora was extremely confident that she truly would experience the exhiliration of victory over her rival very shortly.
Silver knew a change of tactics was in order against Serval as the distance closed between them. As they once again began to circle one another, the blonde took a decidedly southpaw stance. The brunette laughed at the new attitude that was presented to her, and moved in to start to bring this case to a close.
As the distance closed between them, Silver snapped up her right leg connecting with a the brunette's left side just below her ribs. With a grunt, Serval folded over slightly then threw a wild, backhand right in response that the blonde easily avoided by backing up. With a wry smile, Xanora's champion again drew nearer.
When Serval came within range again, the blonde once more snapped up her leg. But when the brunette went to block it, Silver whipped a left hook into the fullness of Serval's left breast, which brought a loud cry of pain to her lips and both arms reflexively up across her chest. Ashlym's heroine then drove a right hook into the brunette's left obliques causing her to bend to that side with a grunt.
Again Silver backed away again to give herself distance. When Serval straightened up, anger clearly was etched on her face. She didn't like the idea of her former punching bag actually showing a combative presence, and that she was trying to set the agenda and pace of the battle. This time, she made sure that she got off the first blow, firing off a straight left to the body that her opponent easily blocked. Not letting up, she threw another straight left, and when that was blocked as well, followed with a right uppercut that plowed up into Silver's midsection.
Still not fully recovered from the earlier pounding, the force of the blow lifted Silver slightly off her feet and knocked her back as she grunted loudly. She managed to get her feet underneath and again circled away to keep her distance as she worked hard to recover her breath to help deal with the reignited firey pain in her stomach.
"A warizon doesn't back away from a fight," scoffed Xanora as she deliberately moved to close the distance. The solid punch she landed, and the effect it had on her opponent brought back the confidence that she could still seriously hurt the blonde. And if she continued to target the body she would still be victorious.
Serval was even more pleased when she saw that the blonde had stopped backing away. Hoping she had goaded her into being careless, the brunette again moved in to initiate the action. While her left was blocked, her follow up straight right to the bellybuttton landed solidly. It began a long exchange of blows between the champions.
Using punches to the belly and breasts, as well as 3-finger spears and chops to the breasts, along with the occasional kick by Silver to try and keep Serval at bay, the two warizons went back and forth exchanging blows. While many strikes were blocked or avoided, many also landed fully or partially. When they did, the amphitheatre air would echo with grunts and groans that evidenced the pain that the receiver was felt, and the force with which the other was hitting. Occasionally, there would be the odd vocalized complaint in harmony resulting from the foes landing blows simultaneously to the midsection or mounds, or when one hit the belly at the same the other struck a breast.
Based on Serval's attack pattern that she had picked up earlier, Silver was able to score with her kicks. She also found success with right hooks to the brunette's left obliques and kidneys. And when set up properly, she was also successful with straight lefts to the midsection and overhand lefts to the top of her opponent's breasts.
When Serval was able to get inside her foe's kicking range, she was able to pound the blonde's belly and breasts with both fists, especially uppercuts. While Silver sometimes made her pay, the brunette knew if she could continue to add to the earlier punishment, the accumulation of pain in that body would soon reach a point where it would not be able to endure anymore shots.
As the battle had progressed, the princess and the duchess had kept their attention fixed on the fight, each ignoring the other. Xanora was hoping desparately that the opportunity that her heroine had let pass was not going to come back to haunt them. Ashlym, meanwhile, was clinging to the fact that the blonde was still on her feet. As long as she could continue to keep fighting, there always would be a chance that she could win.
Through it all, Cdr. Naelida had remained seated, as she expressionlessly watched the clash play out before her, secretly impressed with the spirit and skill of both ladies. The audience, meanwhile, roared its approval of the heated action. They also marvelled that Silver continued to fight despite the tremendous amount of punishment she had endured earlier in the duel, and continued to receive as the battle raged on.
While the blonde also was pleased she was still fighting, she felt that her energies were flagging bit by bit from the effort she had put out defending and attacking. And because the brunette had put out so much energy when she thought she was finishing off her opponent, there wasn't as much 'sock' in her blows now. But with all the punishment Silver had endured earlier, each shot to her body now increased the amount of pain she was experiencing.
Serval meanwhile, though not thrilled to see her foe still upright, grudgingly admired the true warizon spirit her opponent displayed. Despite being unsure of how the blonde was able to handle all the blows her body had received, she knew that she still had to be careful. Since her foe still was striking with painful authority, the brunette knew that any mistake she might make could allow the blonde to achieve a reversal, and lead to a stunning comeback.
It was with this backdrop that one warizon decided it was time for a daring move. After taking a couple of minutes to block and avoid her opponent's blows, and to make sure she really was going to take the risk, she acted. After blocking another left aimed at her breasts with her own right, the gladiatrix jumped and spun back around to the right side of her opponent in one motion and kicked her in the ass. The kicked combatant stumbled forward a couple of steps as she desperately tried to regain her balance.
Showing amazing quickness for this stage of the altercation, the aggressor quickly moved in after her opponent, and delivered a chop with the back of her left hand into the other's left kidney. That left arm then came up and grabbed the opponent's left elbow and held it up and out away from the body. Then, from off to the side and slightly behind, the gladiatrix thrust a three-finger right hand spear up into the fullness of the unprotected left breast, which brought a loud cry of pain to her advesary's lips. Following through, she released the arm, did a '180' and swept the feet of the other overbalanced warizon, which sent her crashing to the ground with a tremendous thud.
With the air forced out of her body by the unexpected landing on her back, the grounded heroine felt momentarily paralyzed. She desperately tried to restart her breathing so that she could get her limbs to work to try and react to the suddenly changed circumstances, but was unable.
Deciding it was now or never, the standing gladiatrix jumped up into the air, spread her legs out to the sides, and let her ass come down right onto her opponent's midsection. The air that the prone champion finally had gotten back into her lungs now was forced out in an awful rush.

Silver felt a shudder pass up through her body from the impact of dropping onto the brunette's midsection. She gathered herself quickly, however, and rolled to her left off of Serval. The blonde then came up in a crouch that had her facing her foe to see how she would respond.
When Serval tried to breathe in, pain suddenly agonized her body to a level at which she was hard pressed to ever remember experiencing. After she finally refilled her lungs, the air came back out as a tormented howl of pain. Eventually, she regained control of her limbs, and brought her arms across her stricken abs as she drew up her legs. Serval's body seemed to fall rather then roll off to the right as she continued to struggle to breathe. After what seemed like a long time, she felt ready to try and get up. She started after opening her eyes when her adversary came into focus nearby in a relaxed but ready crouch.
"Y - - *GASP* -- you -- *GASP*, *GASP*, you're go -- *GASP* - going to be sorry -- *GASP*, *GASP* -- !!" Serval sputtered as she glared at the blonde. Silver returned her gaze steadily but silently as the brunette haltingly got to her feet. Once Xanora's champion had shakily straightened up, the blonde smoothly rose to her full height. They again carefully circled each other, burning eyes locked together.
While the crowd continued to buzz at the aggresive tactics of the blonde, Princess Ashlym gripped the rail, occasionally taking a quick peek at her rival. Duchess Xanora, on the other hand, was now the one feeling the pang of desperation from having just watched the sudden change of events. All watched with growing anticipation as the distance closed between the combatants.
When the fists once again began to fly, Serval was finding it more and more difficult to throw her punches with authority and accuracy as it became increasingly arduous to keep her lungs filled with the vitally needed oxygen. The blonde's hammering blows forced greater amounts of air from her lungs with progressively louder grunts. Every breath taken in caused her stricken abs to bellyache at having to do any work.
Silver was very patient while she continued to score blows with her hands and feet that brought anguished cries of pain to the brunette's lips. Pleased that her gambit had been successful in seriously damaging that muscular midsection and inhibiting Serval's ability to fight, and to fight back, the blonde did not want to get careless and give her opponent any opening that could be exploited.
Using her kicks singularly, doubling up, or in combination with single and double right hooks to Serval's left obliques, the blonde continued to keep her foe off-balance. As the brunette's answering punches and defenses became less and less effective, Silver mixed in uppercuts with both fists to the solar plexus and both breasts, along with a periodic knee to the ribs on either side. And with each lick that landed, another anguished cry of pain from Serval echoed though the amphitheatre.
Before long, Xanora's heroine was struggling to come to grips with the fact that her efforts now appeared to be in vain. Not since the earliest days of her involvement in the sisterhood could Serval remember losing a fight, let alone being beaten as badly as she was being battered now. But her warizon will had her throwing wild, looping punches in the desparate hope that she still somehow could hurt the blonde and eventually achieve victory.
Unfortunately, the brunette's only reward for her efforts were more stinging blows to her belly and breasts from Silver's digging
hooks, slicing chops, penetrating stabs and ripping uppercuts. And each blow cause a wavering groan on impact as it sent a shudder through her body down into her legs that were having more and more difficulty staying steady underneath her and keeping her upright. And that, in turn, made the few punches Serval did throw even wilder, which resulted in even more punishment.
This vicious cycle eventually caused more blows to land than Serval's body could handle. The effects were heard in the form of loud grunts, and seen on her increasingly slack-jawed face as the each shot found its mark. This culminated in Silver's straight right-left combo to the brunette's abs that sent her staggering backwards before she fell to the ground on her muscular glutes. Serval slowly rolled over onto her knees before she got unsteadily to her feet, then haltingly turned to face the blonde.
The current one-sidedness of the battle again was on display as soon as the action resumed. Using short, crisp combinations to the belly and breasts, Silver sent the brunette to the grass again and again. And each time Serval struggled desparately to bring her quivering, pain-racked body back upright. While admiring her opponent's courage and will, Silver also knew she would have to continue to pound away to ensure a decisive victory.
Before Serval could bring herself completely to both feet following the last knockdown, the blonde lunged at her. Reflexively, the brunette brought up both arms to ward off the attack. Silver grabbed her opponent's wrists, then quickly moved her hands to intertwine Serval's fingers in hers. Now, with Ashlym's heroine in the dominate position, the test of strength from earlier in the match was repeated.
But where the brunette had come to use it as a tactic to try and gain a quick victory, Silver's purpose was to set up her opponent for more punishment. Once the blonde had forced Serval back down to both knees, she moved her body forward as if she was going to repeat the earlier head scissors. Instead, Silver began pumping her knees into Serval's 36DDs. Wails of complaint echoed through the amphitheatre as the brunette's mounds were flattened against her chest.
While Silver drove her knees forward, she pulled back on the brunette's hands. This meant that Serval was unable to let her body give each time her breasts were hammered. And since she could not free herself from the blonde's grip, Serval had endure this new torment for what seemed like countless blows. Once she stopped, Silver stepped back and pulled her opponent's arms forward. When the blonde released her Serval's hands, the brunette fell forward, landing on those already sore orbs, further adding to her torment. She slowly rolled over onto her back, arms crosseed over her chest, groaning loudly. It seemed to Serval to take forever before the pain subsided enough for her to even consider trying to get up. Eventually, she forced herself, albeit unsteadily, to her feet.
The blonde again took her time moving in. And following another wild, desparate, off-balance right by the brunette, Silver once more methodically battered Serval's body. Another left leg kick to right side of the ribcage, a stiff straight right to the left breast, a three-finger left hand spear to the fullness of the right breast, a chopping right to the left obliques, and ripping left uppercut to the belly button left Serval weaving on her feet, bent over at the waist as she groaned loudly.
With her left arm held tightly to her midsection, Serval's right arm flailed around as she fought to keep her balance and stay upright. She offered no resistance when Silver grabbed the right elbow with her left hand and twisted the limb into a hammerlock. Ashlym's heroine then manuevred Serval until her sculpted but now wobbly butt cheeks were pointed in the general direction of the three-member court. Then, while she pressed down between the shoulder blades with her right hand, the blonde drove her left knee up into the brunette's full right breast.
A loud cry of pain passed the brunette's quivering lips as her sensitive tissues were flattened once more against her ribcage. She was now unsure which hurt more, her belly or her breast, not that it mattered. And further adding to Serval's anguish was the fact that she knew her body could not take much more, and that her ability to fight back was now all but gone. This meant that she had failed the duchess who had planned to reward her handsomely upon what they had projected would have been the successful conclusion of this litigation.
Silver had always respected the brunette as a fellow member of the sisterhood, and normally would have held no particular animosity toward an opponent in this forum. But the blonde had known from the moment that the princess had told her about the details of the allegations that there was no way they could be true. And the viciousness with which Serval had fought today suggested that she had conspired with Duchess Xanora to bring about the accusation.
So Silver knew that she had to make sure that the verdict would be unequivocal. To that end, she continued to pound her knee up into that agonized and now swollen right mound. When the blonde felt her knee connect with Serval's left hand that vainly was trying to protect the orb, she switched targets and pummelled the already blasted abs, which caused more anguished grunts of pain from Serval.
As with the knees to the breast, Silver continued to pound away until she felt her knee connect with the brunette's hand. She then shifted position to allow herself to once again target the right mound. As she did, the reduction of oxygen to Serval's brain from the prolonged punishment of her ab muscles which had restricted her breathing caused her mind to shut down. This subjugated the warizon will that had tried to keep the muscles in her arms and legs functioning to fight back. With the voluntary commands to the leg muscles no long being sent, the brunette's body collapsed like an imploding building. Serval landed on her back with arms splayed helplessly and uselessly out from her sides. Her long groan of pain as she fell to the ground was the cloud of dust from the rubble being blown away by the wind.
Silver stood with her hands on her hips at her opponent's feet and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. Just as she had hoped, Serval's head was pointing away from her, and towards the three-member court. When she took a quick look up at them, Silver saw the dark desparation on Duchess Xanora's face, and the sheer delight in Princess Ashlym's eyes, and in her smile. The blonde then turned her attention back to Serval who was slowly writhing on the ground in pain, and vainly trying to get her limps to work so that she could get back on her feet.
Silver's gaze travelled from head to toe and back again as she slowly walked around to the left side of the brunette. Suddenly, everything that had brought her to this point caused a burst of anger within her. The blonde gave it expression when she drove her foot down twice into Serval's midsection. The blows resulted in explosive grunts from Serval as her body jackknifed in reaction. She then rolled slowly onto her right side, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around her wounded midsection as she groaned loudly.
Deciding that she wasn't quite finished, Silver kicked out her feet and let herself fall. This allowed her to drive her left elbow down into Serval's unprotected left kidney. With another cry of pain, the brunette's body stiffened, before she flopped back over onto her posterior. The blonde rolled away, spun around, and came back up in a crouch. She then got down on all fours and deliberately crawled back towards her broken down opponent. Ashlym's heroine then slowly positioned herself on her opponent's thighs, maneuvered Serval's hands underneath her own ass, and eased forward to pin the arms in place with her knees.
Silver started with her left, then followed with her right, and went back and forth pounding each fist into the brunette's already tenderized abs causing more anguished grunts of pain. Once she saw Serval's body flopped less and less from the pounding, she switched targets and thumped the swollen, aching breasts -- left fist to right breast, right to left, then across the body, left hook to the inside of left orb, right hook to the inside of the right. The blonde continued to go back and forth between mounds and midsection, pounding away methodically to ensure that Serval felt the full impact of each blow.
When Serval's reactions had all but stopped, the blonde sat back and ran her hands through her hair. Silver then pulled the brunette's arms out from underneath her, leaned forward, grabbed the shoulders and pulled the spent body up to a sitting position. She then wrapped her arms around the back of her opponent's head and pulled the slack-jawed, dreamy-eyed face into her ample cleavage. The blonde then wrapped her long, full, firm, sexy thick thighs around the trapped heroine's waist, and squeezed.
Serval's new cries of pain as her aching midsection was further vexed by the scissorshold, were muffled by the firm, fleshy domes of her opponent. Her critical situation was worsened further by the fact that the air was being forced from her lungs by the blonde's crushing scissors hold while the heavy breast flesh had covered her nose and mouth completely. And Silver's arms left the brunette's head just enough room to move side to side, but not enough to allow her to breathe in any more air, which increased the stress on her already oxygen-starved brain. And as consciousness dimmed, Serval only could paw weakly at those powerful arms that held her head in place as she tried futilely to escape.
Silver was getting more and more aroused by the brunette's desperate but rapidly weakening head movements. Her mounting excitement caused her to tighten her scissors hold even more, and pull her arms in tighter to press the ensnared fighter's face deeper into her breast flesh. That produced a feeling of domination, which sent a trill of sexual excitement sparking through every nerve in her body. In only moments, Serval's head movements had stilled, which caused the warizon's arousal to peak. The blonde gave one more squeeze with her thighs, and shrieked with delight as an orgasm surged through her body.
Silver kept the hold in place for a couple of minutes as her body luxuriated in the afterglow of her climax. She finally released the scissors hold, and with her arms, slowly lowered Serval's limp body down onto the grass. As the brunette's head lolled gently to one side, Ashlym's heroine looked down at her opponent. With a great deal of satisfaction, she saw that all movement in that battered body, except for shallow breathing, had ceased.
Slowly, the blonde pushed on her comatose opponent to help herself return to her feet. Eventually, she looked back up to the court to see that Xanora was standing with her head hanging down, while Ashlym was jumping up and down as she clapped enthusiastically. When she finally fixated on Cdr. Naelida, she saw that the head warizon was on her feet, pikestaff pointed directly at the victrix. With this unmistakable sign that she was indeed the triumphant heroine, the blonde jumped into the air with both fists over her head and let out a long, loud scream of victory.
Duchess Xanora felt like she had been run through by the blonde's victory vocalization. For the briefest instant, she was tempted to flee, but was certain that two warizons already had moved in behind her. Not that the beautifully sculpted warizon leader needed them, being herself an accomplished fighter. But since Etynal's role in this instance was ceremonial and procedural, any fighting if necessary, would be left to them. The raven-haired litigant knew that in the earliest days of combat trial, unsuccessful complainants and defendants had tried to escape once the outcome was determined, and before sentence could be pronounced.
Now, with nowhere to run or hide, Xanora knew she was about to experience the ultimate tribal humiliation of being proven a liar before the assemblage. She felt a knot form in her stomach as she looked at the pikestaff as it pointed at the blonde heroine. And this caused her to feel even more trapped, because for her to look elsewhere meant seeing the mocking faces of the princess's supporters in the crowd, or her unconscious gladiatrix, or worse still, the delighted face of her hated rival.
"Silver Stavens," declared Cdr. Naelida, "having rendered Serval Foxemists unconscious, it is the decision of this court that you are victorious!!" As she lowered the pikestaff, the crowd in the amphitheatre roared its approval. At the sound, the chief warizon smiled inwardly, partly because the princess had been found innocent, and also because she sensed the extreme discomfort that the duchess was experiencing. Next, she turned and first looked at the defeated litigant, and then Ashlym before she continued. "Face each other." With no other choice, Xanora reluctantly turned toward the princess.
Ashlym stared calmly, but sternly at Xanora. She laughed to herself when she saw the obvious discomfort etched into the face of the young woman who had for so long been a thorn in her side. She knew that the fact she was not making an 'in-your-face' demonstration of her elation at the outcome, as the brunette certainly would have done, was really bugging her longtime antagonist. She would save that till later. There was not a doubt in her mind that the duchess would have smirked openly if her heroine had been victorious.
"Your Royal Highness Princess Ashlym Aeola," announced Naelida, "as your heroine Silver Stavens has defeated Serval Foxemists, your accuser, Duchess Xanora Boetia, has been found guilty of having brought before me a false accusation. Therefore, following the 'pleasuring', her heroine Serval Foxemists will be banished from the tribe. And you Duchess Xanora, will submit to the 'doubling' by Princess Ashlym at a time of her choosing. After which, you and your family will surrender all possessions and report to the royal family for servitude.
"Now, attend the 'pleasuring'." Once the verdict and sentence were being announced, Silver had knelt down beside the defeated heroine, released the fasteners for the straps that held the brunette's leather cover piece in place, removed it and tossed it aside. The blonde then pulled the wildcat skin garment down to expose her opponent's breasts. Next, the victorious warizon grabbed Serval's shoulders, pulled her up into a sitting position and spun her limp body around so that it was facing the court. Finally, Silver knelt down behind her foe and began messaging her swollen spheres.
Enjoying the feeling of the breast flesh in her hands and fingers, Silver's fondling became more and more urgent. And despite the fact that Serval remained unconscious, as evidenced by her head hanging down on her chest, her nipples began to stiffen and extend as some part of her unconscious mind responded to the blonde's expert touch. Silver smiled at the responses of the brunette's body, then looked up at the court to see Princess Ashlym's delighted expression, and Xanora's dark, angry face. But Silver knew the reactions of both young ladies would be heightened once she had gotten all she wanted out of the pleasuring. So she returned the still comatose warizon to her original supine position on the ground, then got to her feet.
When Cdr. Naelida had finished delivering the sentence, a door had opened at the opposite end of the amphitheatre, and a warizon had run through carrying a bucket. She had stood off to the side while Silver had been giving the court a preview of what was to come. When the blonde returned to her feet, she turned to the warizon and nodded. As the victrix removed her belted corselet and tossed it off to the side, the other warizon dumped water from the pail onto Serval's face.
After spending a couple of moments coughing and sputtering, the brunette partially sat up before collapsing back onto the ground. She let out a groan, interrupted by a couple of more coughs as the full impact of the situation dawned on her. Cold water was only poured on a warizon to bring her back from unconsciousness after she had been defeated. And the water on her face clearly indicated she had lost the rencontre. When she looked up at the now topless blonde, she knew what was coming next.
While the brunette was coming around, Silver had removed her corselet and gloves, then pulled her unitard down, exposing her midsection and breasts. As the warizon with the bucket went back through the door she had entered, the blonde slowly sat herself back down onto Serval's thighs. She leaned forward and gently slid strands of wet hair off of the brunette's face. When Serval turned her head to the left, Silver gently, but firmly grabbed her chin and brought it back so they were face to face.
"You know the rules," she admonished softly. "I expect that I will have your full attention, lest you're ready for more punishment." The brunette nodded slowly and quietly, then lay still. Silver once again pinned her opponent's arms under her own ass. She then leaned forward and gently stroked Serval's sore, swollen spheres and lightly flicked her protruding points.
At first, Serval worked hard to resist the waves of pleasure that were building in her body. But between her weakened condition and Silver's expert caresses, soon the brunette was biting her lip and shaking her head from side to side as she vainly fought to stave off the mounting eroticism. When the prone gladiatrix arched her back and moaned, the blonde knew she had her defeated opponent right where she wanted her. Silver then began massaging and squeezing Serval's 36DD's more and more urgently as her own level of arousal climbed. Soon, both of them were moaning loudly with pleasure as Silver's expert fingers skillfully continued to play over the brunette's sensitive, tingling and glowing skin.
When the blonde thought she had her foe properly excited, she removed her hands from the brunette's orbs, then pulled Serval's hands out and stretched them above the brunette's head on the grass. Next, Silver lifted herself up onto her knees, leaned forward, grabbed the wrists, and unhurriedly began rubbing her breasts all over Serval's face, reigniting her own firey passion.
"Lick them," Silver ordered. At first there was no response. "'Lick', I sa -- " Before the blonde finished, the brunette's tongue gently touched Silver's left breast. The victrix slowly continued to sway both of her now pleasure heavy breasts over Serval's mouth so as much as possible of her electrified skin on each oversized powerball was treated equally.
Once she felt both mounds were moistened sufficiently, Silver plopped herself back onto the brunette's thighs. The blonde then eased forward, and slowly pressed her breasts down onto Serval's heaving bosom. As she had hoped, her opponent arched her back at the first touch of their tingling skin which caused their erotically swollen orbs to be pressed together. The brunette then began to moan as she squirmed underneath her dominater, which further amplified the pressure between both pairs of their plumped double-Ds.
Silver released the brunette's wrists and combed the fingers of her right hand through the dark locks while she also pulled up on the Serval's right shoulder with her left. The blonde senuously used her breasts to massage those of the warizon beneath her. Silver's long stiff nipples traced patterns into the brunette's inflamed skin that was being stretched further by the increased swelling of the 38DDD's. And Serval was moaning loudly as the combination of pain and pleasure in those delicate tissues sent conflicting signals to her brain.
The air now was filled with the sounds of escalating arousal as the erotic breast-to-breast contact went from delicious caressing to urgent rubbing. Their passions were even more enhanced by the fact that they also had been pressing their stomachs, hips, thighs and pubic mounds against each other.
When Silver suddenly pushed up off the supine heroine, the brunette let out a long frustrated groan. Silver smiled, because she knew she had her opponent right where she wanted her. The blonde once again moved forward, pinned the prone gladiatrix's arms with her hands, and waved her more than ample orbs tantalizing above the brunette's face. Trapped on the ground and unable to lick or kiss the mountainous treasures inches from her face, Serval could only grit her teeth and shake her head, vexed at her conqueror's teasing tactics.
Therefore, Serval was totally unprepared when Silver roughly pressed her mighty mams down onto the brunette's face, which pushed it slightly off to the right side. Sexually distracted, and still not completely recovered from the pounding she had endured, the defeated heroine was unable to get her nose and mouth completely clear of those ponderous mounds. She quickly found her face once more forced deeply into the blonde's cleavage. In only moments, the full, heavy flesh had once again cut off the desparately needed air supply.
Confident of the less than optimum state of her foe, the triumphant warizon repeated her opponent's earlier manuevre of not wrapping her arms beneath the brunette's head. Indeed, Serval was weakened so much by the earlier pounding and smothering, and the pleasuring, that she lacked the energy necessary to fight vigourously enough to free her mouth and nose from between the blonde's bountiful breasts. Silver, however, didn't mind as even the brunette's feeble struggles meant there was enough movement that they gently jostled her mounds. This quickly restoked firey eroticism in her body. And soon, the victrix's moans of pleasure were heard throughout the amphitheatre.
Serval's head movements slowing almost to the point of stopping allowed Silver to get a hold of herself just before she climaxed. She slowly, reluctantly pushed herself up off her recumbent foe. Serval gulped in a couple of quick breaths when she suddenly found herself released from the hold. While relieved that she wasn't going to be breastsmothered into unconsciousness again, she still was far to weak to prevent her foe from making her next move.
The blonde slid her body up over those over-stuffed, marvellously swollen mounds, which produced even more groans from her opponent. Silver stopped when the lower part of her body was right above the brunette's face. As she senuously dropped her moist, almost sopping wet pussy on the prone warizon's face, she pulled up on Serval's wrists, and placed those hands on her own heavy-to-bursting orbs and moaned loudly.
Silver ground and rubbed herself all over the brunette's face while she took those hands and played the fingers over the firey hot skin and rock hard nipples of her 38DD's. Serval, though quickly losing consciousness from the lack of air, was caught up in her own carnal nature as the scent of the blonde's womanhood overpowered her. Even though she had very little room to move, the brunetteflicked her tongue up against the moist bottom of the unitard that covered Silver's pleasure zone, even as her mind slowly shut down. Spurred on by those intimate touches, the triumphant gladiatrix rubbed, pressed and gyrated harder and faster as arousal surged through her body.
The blonde continued her frentic movements, even when all motion from Serval beneath her had ceased. Faster and faster she moved as she pressed Serval's limp hands all over the skin of her pleasure plumped orbs, and impossibly long and stiff nipples that projected out from them. When blissful eroticism finally had overwhelmed her, Silver let out another loud, lengthy, high-pitched scream as she gushed sweetness all over the unconscious brunette's face.