Tyranny of Steel - Chapter 1001

The very moment after Berengar had announced the beginning of her fight, Tlexictli had pounced on her rival like a jaguar. In a matter of seconds, the experienced warrior had tied up with her opponent before the woman could even react.

However, it was at this moment that Tlexictli realized the disadvantages of the oil which smeared the two naked beauties’ bodies. She could barely secure a grip as her fingers slipped across the Khorjin’s smooth skin.

Before the Turko-Mongol beauty could take advantage of this fact, Tlexictli fell to one knee and secured a double leg takedown where she lifted Khorijin into the air before slamming her on the mat. The veteran mongol warrior took the fall well and immediately tried to reverse her position. However, as she tried to turtle up, Tlexictli got her hooks in, and spread the woman out face down across the mat.

A vicious glare formed on Khorijin’s face as she realized she had vastly overestimated her chances against her Amazonian opponent. Tlexictli had proven her strength and agility with a single takedown. However, rather than work for a submission, the Aztec Princess decided to play with her prey like the beast whose hide she wore into battle.

With one arm wrapped around her opponent’s neck, and her weight pressing down on the woman from behind. Tlexictli used this time to blow into Khorijin’s ear, an act which flustered the turko-mongol princess beyond belief.

When Berengar went to fetch the oil, he also grabbed hold of a camera, knowing that whatever was about to happen would be something that needed to be recorded. Since the moment this fight began, he had been recording it on his camcorder. As such, he filmed with his entire focus as Khorijin’s pretty face grew as red as an apple, all while she squirmed beneath the weight of the larger woman how lie on top of her.

As if to humiliate her opponent, or to stimulate herself, Tlexictli moved lower on her rival’s body, securing one hand on Khorjin’s left breast, while the other wrapped itself around the mongol princess’s hairy snatch.

In surprise at this sudden assault, Khorijin used all her strength to squirm out of the awkward position and into guard, however all this did was aid Tlexictli in her perverse acts. Now being trapped between her rival’s legs, the Aztec princess ground her lower lips against Khorijin’s while stuffing her face into the woman’s moderately sized breasts.

Upon realizing that Tlexictli was no longer concerned about obtaining a submission, and instead wanted to dominate her with an entirely different method, Khorijin began to panic. However, no matter how she tried to get out from underneath her opponent, the Aztec Princess continued to have her way.

Even Berengar was stunned when he realized what Tlexictli had planned for her opponent, but he did not interfere. After all, this footage was worth its weight in gold, and could easily be used to blackmail Khorijin in the future should she step out of line.

As for the turko-mongol princess, she struggled with all her might to get out from underneath Tlexictli, however, Mongolian folk wrestling was not known for its ground game. And having served her time beneath Berengar on the mat. Tlexictli was now an experienced grappler, both on the feet and on the ground.

With this knowledge and experience, the Aztec Princess was easily able to manipulate her prey, which she did by grabbing double under hooks on the woman’s meaty thighs, before using them as a means to apply a proper pressure pass.

Immediately after gaining side control, Tlexictli passed into the mount by sliding one of her legs over Khorijin’s belly. Now that she was on top, the Aztec beauty did not intend to let her victim go. While placing one hand on Kohrijin’s throat, in an attempt to pin her to the ground, Tlexictli leaned back and dug the fingers of her free hand into her rival’s tight twat.

Khorijin immediately responded with a gasp of shock, as well as a request to end the fight.

“No… stop! I yield! I yield!”

Despite her verbal submission, Berengar did not interfere, and allowed Tlexictli to continue her assault of the turko-mongol princess. The more she played with Khorijin’s nether regions, the more the woman moaned in pleasure, despite resisting against her opponent with all her strength.

In a desperate gamble to get out of Tlexictli’s control, Khorijin bucked her hips, which managed to send Tlexictli forward and onto her face. Where she wrapped her opponent up into a mounted triangle. However, the Aztec Princess did not apply pressure to the choke, and instead sat on the woman’s face in a secure position, forcing her hairy muff onto her rival’s lips where she berated her with commands.

“Lick it! Submit to me, and I promise I will let you go when I am done with you!”

The thought of pleasuring another woman had never entered Khorijin’s mind before, but after finding herself in this unresolvable situation, she felt she had no choice but to do so. Without the slightest bit of skill, the turko-mongol princess licked away at her Aztec counterpart’s puffy lower lips. All the while, Tlexictli ground her hips against her victim’s pretty face.

Berengar was no cameraman by any stretch of the imagination, but he had managed to make the most use of his camcorder, as he recorded the assault from the best possible angles. Caught in a submission hold with no way out, Khorijin licked away at Tlexictli’s wet pussy as if her life depended on it. After several minutes of this, Tlexictli squirted all over her victim’s face before releasing her chokehold.

While Tlexictli was panting for breath after her intense climax, Khorijin had sat up and wiped off her face with a nearby towel. She was thoroughly enraged by the humiliation she had just suffered and desired vengeance. With her opponent panting in exhaustion, she deiced now was the time to strike.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Khorijin grabbed hold of Tlexictli’s waist and forced her into a scissor hold where she mindlessly ground her hips against the woman who had just seconds before utterly humiliated her, all while shouting what little obscenities she knew from the German language.

“You fucking bitch! How dare you humiliate me in such a manner? It’s time to teach you a lesson!”

Though Tlexictli was already stimulated from her previous session with the turko-mongol princess, she did not resist, instead she took her punishment straight on, biting her lower lip in pleasure as she did so.

Berengar recorded the continuing saga with his mouth agape. He had no idea that when Tlexictli dragged him into this fight as a witness, that it would result in such fierce lesbian sex. Now that he thought about it, this might literally be the first pornographic film in the history of the world. So he made sure to film the ongoing sex scene to the best of his ability.

Before long, Tlexictli was squirting again, yet Khorijin did not relent in her assault, as she continued to grind her hips with fierce intensity. The two women continued to scissor for another thirty minutes, and it was only after Tlexictli had climaxed a total of three times did Khorijin stop.

Tlexictli had practically passed out from the pleasure she had endured up until this moment, and just when Berengar was about to end the recording, Khorijin’s abrupt actions stopped him. After suffering what she could only consider to be the ultimate humiliation by the Aztec Princess, Khorijin refused to halt her revenge until she could get equal. Which she managed to do so by squatting over Tlexictli’s face and giving the woman a golden shower.

Perhaps if the mongolian beauty was aware that she was being recorded, she might not have stooped so low, but it was only after her bladder was fully released all over Tlexictli’s pretty face that Khorijin considered the two of them equal in shame.

Berengar was utterly dumbfounded by what he had just witnessed, but there was a proud expression on Khorijin’s flawless face, as if she had just avenged the greatest humiliation with an even greater one.

It was only after she had completed her vengeance that Khorijin realized Berengar was still in the room, and that he was holding onto a peculiar device. With the twitching of her brow, she pointed towards the camera Berengar was holding and questioned the man about its function.

“What is that which you are holding?”

Berengar immediately shut off the recording and smiled awkwardly. There was no way he was ever going to inform the woman that her greatest shame had been recorded on film, or that Berengar would hold on to the tape as if it were a sacred treasure. Thus, he immediately pulled the first bullshit he could think of out of his hat as he misled the Turko-mongol princess about his actions.

“This? Umm, it’s just a machine that gauges your temperature. I feared that the two of you would become overheated after such fierce… stimulation… Do you perhaps want some water?”

Khorijin was naturally suspicious of the man and his camera, but ultimately she had decided to say nothing. Instead, she quickly got dressed in her clothes before walking out of the room without saying a word. Leaving the ‘victorious’ Tlexictli in a pleasure filled daze.