The Asian Dungeon

A few parts France on a motorway rest area, with my sister Sylvie we stopped to cool the engine of our old car, a gray fumarole rises above the hood, I put back the adhesive tape that is peeling off on the dashboard, it hides a red light that persists in flashing. Sylvie calls out to me: "Here! A message from the Asian Dungeon just came in on your phone." I take my little round glasses and I answer. As usual I don't reveal that I have very few fight offers, I lie a little, I say that I'm very busy and that I'm going to try to free myself because my presence will give notoriety to their federation and blah blah blah.

A week later..... Sylvie stops our car in front of the Donjon Asiatique, we are late, I am elegantly dressed, black tights, blue mini skirt, white top, handbag and white boots. The conditions of the fight are hard, mandatory stakes at the end of the fights, no rules, no referee, and not a penny for the loser.

                    

Supergirl_Elle welcomes us, she points out how late we are. We pass by the offices of DAFafoxyone, Rylee Rocket, Kim Jung, Elana Ma; I know all these little bitches well, I just hope they won't be there, they'd be too happy to make fun of me if I lose. A little shiver when we pass in front of the milking machine, in front of the pillory. We go to the toilet to change. Sylvie has gained weight again, she struggles to put on her green micro bikini, my yellow micro bikini also has difficulty containing my big breasts and my big buttocks. Then we head to the ring, wiggling our buttocks, we give disdainful looks to the spectators, I slip between the ropes and do a few stretches while Sylvie blows a bubble by chewing her chewing gum outside the ring.

          

The club's loudspeaker announces: tonight from France with her small brown ponytail, Patricia 1m62 (5 foot 4 inch), 54kg (119 pound), chest 90 D (34 D), she is 59 years old. Then my music resounded in the small arena over the speakers.

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Robert looks at the curtain. It had been a while since his last match. That one was a rope bondage match with an old man, his rival that beat him yet again. That was one week ago. This match was Robert's chance to get back on a winning track, or so he had hoped. He made many big promises that he would destroy his opponent in the EROTIC SUBMISSION match. He had spoken to Supergirl Elle about it all, she had set it all up, under Mistress Foxy's approval. She had told him, "Basic requirements for Locktober are wins by Submission and loser goes on the rack (or is otherwise restrained) and either punished in some manner or humiliated." But the pretty boy was not satisfied by anything really, not that easy at least. He had guaranteed that he would kick Patricia's ass, humiliate her, degrade her, tie her up in the ropes, use floggers on her and to end it all, he would fuck that old ass of hers after he did everything else. Big promises, if he could even defeat her. In the main room where the ring was, music started playing on the overhead speakers, Robert's theme music for this Erotic No Holds Barred Submission match, it was 'Sick Puppies - You're Going Down'. The pretty noy of the ring walked out in a special red unitard. Tight, covered little and showing off a small bulge in his crotch area. Barefoot as always, Robert walked the ramp to the ring, the announcer calling out. "And hailing from Miami, Florida. Standing at 5'-4" and weighing 150 pounds, Robert 'The Pretty Boy' Conway!" Few cheered, but he had his false confidence anyway, even when he saw the older woman, surprisingly hot and muscles under her few wrinkles. He winked at her as he walked in the ring. "Well hello, you must be that bitch Patricia I have to break and submit."

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Robert gets in the ring, he's a little heavier than me but the difference in weight isn't huge, he says something to me, but I don't hear him because my eyes squint at the red bulge of his crotch, Sylvie screams at me: wake up! DING! The fight starts immediately, I start circling around my opponent, like a female boxer, with my fists in front of my face.

Robert smirks at Patricia, following her stance. "Um, nice boxing stance honey, but this is a Erotic Submission match, remember." After laughing at the sexy old woman, he decided to play along, a bit. He mirrored her movements, keeping just enough distance between then to make sure he had the opportunity. When he saw a small opening, he decided to go for it. "You know, you really should not protect only your face." He then aimed a quick series of 3 kicks at her thigh, his right foot aiming for that target.

Robert also circles around me, my big breasts sway, I am still distracted by the red bulge, I continue to turn around my opponent, but he takes advantage of a moment of distraction to hit me 3 times on my left thigh, the blows slam, unbalance me but I don't fall to the ground, I wince, my leg hurts, but I try an attack, I approach Robert and I try to hit him with a series of punches in the stomach.

Robert cough out hard, wincing, then doubling over with her last punch to his ABS, in total 5 quick and hard punches to his ABS. He did land his kicks, that made him happy at least, well before the punches. He then grabbed on to her inner left thigh with both his arms, pulling, trying to take her down to the mat in a classic double A take down, hoping for some MMA style ground and pound.

My fists sink into your abs: ha! ha! ha! I let out a little scream with each strike, I put all the strength I can, my ponytail shakes, my breasts sway, bent in half you grab my thigh, I hop on my free leg, trying to get away, I punch you in the chest, I keep jumping on my right foot, I'm starting to exhaust myself. I lose my balance and fall to the ground.

The last punch from Patricia of desperation did little. Robert persisted till she was on the mat. He then mounted up on her. He aimed, then sent 2 fast rabbit punches to her belly, then two rabbit punches to her covered breasts. Ever the perverted show man, he moved his body up, his covered ass on her breasts, then he twerked a bit, adding some humiliation. "Don't you look good down there old woman."

The ring vibrates when I fall on the mat, you sit on my legs and give me two rabbit punches in the stomach, then two more in the breasts, ripping off my bra "ha! ha! ha! ha!" I take the blows, you sit on my chest, I try to bridge the bridge, I lift my belly to try to dislodge you....

He had not expected her to rip off her own bra. He could feel the nipples of her 34 D breasts press into his ass as she bridged, damn it felt good. He fell forward, face first into the mat, but quickly he turned, grabbing her arm, trying to get control. "SHIT." He knew her position was a danger for him.

You grab my right arm, I'm on my back, you're in a dominant position but I'm trying to wrap my thighs around your waist.

Her thighs wrapping his waist, it really messed things up for him. He was trying to go for an arm bar early in this No Holds Barred Submission match. She stopped that attempt with her thighs, a possible grapevine maneuver. The position she did made that impossible, so again he switched it up. The former gigolo tried to by kicking back, hitting her stomach again with bare feet. "Bitch!"

You hit me in the stomach again, forcing me to release my thigh scissors, I try to punch you, trying at the same time to roll to the side to escape.

He looked back at her in time to see the punch, but not to block it. Her punch landed alright, it hit his covered small dick. Robert rolled over in slight pain as she rolled to the side, getting some distance. He stared at her bare feet as the sexy mature woman rolled away. "You bitch!"

I managed to move away, I get up, panting, leaning forward, in the wrestling position this time, I approach you then...

Robert huffs, trying to catch his breath, that punch to his covered cock and balls was a luck but very effective shot. He then notices her stalking forward to him. Staying on his knees, he waits till she is closer, acting like he can barely move. When she is in rage, he sends an uppercut right into her covered pussy.

"Bastard! You fucking bastard!" I approach and you hit me with a blow in my lower abdomen, I step back, mouth wide open, knees bent, the pain is great, but I amplify it to let you believe that I am very weak, my great experience of mixed combat could be useful against a young man.

Robert had quiet a bit experience as well for his young age. He had been lewd wrestling since he was 13. He saw that she might be faking, so he took his time, stalking her, moving around her. When he was behind her he jumped up and aimed a drop kick into her back. "Nice try old bitch, but I think you don't know who you are dealing with."

this little idiot doesn't attack me, he turns me around, my lower abdomen is painful, I try to face him with each of these moves, try to grab one of his thighs, but he's younger, faster, he manages to get behind me and hit me in the back with an A drop kick, I am thrown into the ropes, but I don't fall, I turn around, grimacing to face my opponent.

He was quick, quick and talented. Moving swiftly, his movements fluid and smooth, he grabbed her as she bounced back from the ropes, a scoop power slam, one that would have made the GREAT RANDY ORTON proud. "You should know I have trained with some great wrestlers bitch!"

I bounce against the ropes, I take the opportunity to gain momentum, unfortunately you have planned a scoop power slam, one of your hands goes viciously between my legs, baaaam! My back crashes on the ring mat which vibrates... Lying on my back, I put my hands on my loins, trying to massage them a little.

Robert breaths in quickly, keeping his senses. He was vicious. "You should never face me no holds barred bitch!" Again coping his trainer, the great Randy Orton, he started stomping on her. First her wrists, then her ankles, all as he stalked around her, picking what areas to stomp on viciously with his bare feet, which were rather small for a man, only size 6.5 bare feet.

Bastard! I'm on the ground, you crush my wrists, my ankles, preventing me from getting up, I try to escape crawling on my back, but you chase me continuing to hit with your heels: stomach, ankle, wrist.

Robert then kicked her rib cage hard, turning her on her back with that kick. Then he took two steps back, the vicious side in him was let out. He ran forward, jumped up and landed right on her head, again just like Randy Orton. "Get up now bitch." He laughed as he turned his back on her.

I am weak, unable to get up, but you continue without any mercy despite my cries: stooop! pity! You kick me in the rib cage, crushing my, and then you jump, crushing my head. I stay on the ground, half ko, moving my arms and legs slightly.

Robert was already dripping sweaty on the mat, exerting that much energy in the match already was getting to him, he was not pacing himself, but it was worth it. It gave him the advantage. He had heard plenty about her before, she had quiet a bit of notoriety in both lewd and non-lewd wrestling. He looked down at Patricia. He then ripped what she had on left covering her body, while he was still sweaty and dressed in his unitard. Catching a small breather, Robert turned to the small crowd in the small area. "See how I have her half knocked out already. And you all were saying her age and years of experience was a great advantage. Tell me where is her advantage now." He then smiled and did a crotch chop to the small crowd. It was time to get an early submission for her. However, Robbie took his time, posing one last time for the crowd after the lewd crotch chop he did.

          

I'm lying on the floor, Robert rips off my micro bikini, the audience is getting closer to the ropes, the women have turned their thumbs down, demanding total submission, aaaaar! You hit me in the crotch again, I hit the ring mat with my fists and feet, moaning in pain: please! Oh my god! But to everyone's surprise, I roll on my stomach, get on all fours, the old tigress hasn't given up the fight.

Slowly he walked up behind her while she was on all fours, stalking her like the old lioness he was on thee hunt for. For that position, he could see her mature pussy, her thighs, her ass, her feet, her soles, all sweaty. He smiled and leaned down, getting one one knee. He had weakened her enough. It was time to go for it. He picked her ankle, grabbed her foot. "Nice pussy you old bitch." He stared at her ass and feet though the most. Then he twisted her ankle, a classic Ankle Lock. Being the pervert he was, he leaned forward, licking the sweat sole of her size 9 foot as he twisted.

"Aaar! my ankle, aaar!" I shake my leg trying to free my ankle, I hit the ring mat with my fists: bastard! bastard! I know that Robert can refuse my submission, I shake my head, my face is distorted by pain, my little ponytail is shaking: no! Aaa! pity! The crowd called for a total defeat, the crowd clapped its hands and chanted: Robert! Robert! I shake my free foot, trying to hit you, but you're on your side, impossible to touch you, my foot only hits air, exhausted, I put my foot back on the ground. I let out a long cry of pain, "Please Robert! I beg you!"

Still he did not let go of her ankle. The pressure was just building up more. He twisted her ankle just a bit more, she was getting closer and closer. "No! I am not letting go, TAP!" Hearing her cry out in pain just added to how horny he was. Between looking at her sweaty, naked, almost 60 year old body, her soles tasted good, and the crowd chanting his name, his small, 3.5 inch dicklette reached it's full size in his red unitard. He twisted a bit more, taking a small chance, moving his body closer to her as he twisted more. "Tell me you old bitch, does that pain in your ankle make your pussy wet?"

I don't answer Robert, I turn my head, his stinger comes out of the red unitard: stooop, I beg you! Aaa! Aaa! My ankle is hurting terribly, I'm going to have to finish this fight without being able to use my left leg, I shake my big buttocks, I twist my hips: aaa! Aaa! My body is covered in sweat, I try to crawl to the ropes, my nails scratch the ring mat, I only manage to move forward a few centimeters, I stretch out my right arm, the ropes are way too far away. "Bastard! bastard aaa!"

"I SAID TAP YOU BITCH!" He twisted more and more. He wanted the decisive win. "Did you hear me, TAP!" He kept on, he was committed to the move. He the laid back while twisting her foot, his thighs wrapped around her torso as he added a tight body scissor at the same time he held the ankle lock, unwilling to let go. The scissor would make sure she could not move. "TAP!"

You want to force me to give up, I cry out to you. "Never! never!" You wrap your thighs around my torso, the body scissors cut off my breathing, you further accentuate the twisting of my ankle, I am totally immobilized, the pain is now unbearable. "Stooop! Please, I submit!" I hit the mat with my fists, "Aaaaaa! Aaaaa! I submit, let go! Aaaaa!"

Robert smiled and immediately released the two holds, but he was not done yet, oh no, not by a long shot. First, a little more pain before he used the machines the Asian Dungeon supplied. First he pulled off his own Unitard, getting all naked. His pale sweat body was something to behold, well besides his small 3.5 inch, exposed cock. Then he kicked her and rolled her on her belly. He the started an elaborate procedure as he set up a surf board maneuver. He leaned back then lifted her, locking it in. There was no more submissions, he just enjoyed the pain, plus every time he lowered her enough, that small dick of his went in her asshole, there she might feel a dick that small.

"Aaaaa! aaaa!" Imprisoned with a Spanish ceiling, you tear my adductors, break my back, your stinger penetrates me every time you lower me towards you, deeper and deeper, I shake my head. "Take pity! Pity! I beg you!" My big breasts waddle from right to left, my nipples point towards the ceiling.

He was enjoying dealing out the pain and lewd sex. "I bet you thought you could beat me so easy, huh. Well who is the loser now mature bitch?! HUH?!" He kept it up for about one minuet, till his arms were to tired to lift her up and down as he poked in that asshole. Letting her fall to the mat, he walked over to the racks. He also looked over at the milking machine. He was gonna enjoy this. He spoke to her, though he did not look at her as he set the rack and the milking machine up. "Consider your self lucky, few people get to experience me dominating them after a match, well not the way you will revive." After setting things up, he walked back over to her, naked, pale, sweat dripping from his pecs, he leaned over, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to the racks, putting her in the one on the left. He then took red silk rope, taking his time to tie up her hands and feet to the rack in a very sexy way. When he was done with that, he set the milking machine next to her, attaching one suction cup to her right breast and nipple, the other one to her left breast and nipple. but the bast part, the third suction cup was attached right on that sexy, mature pussy of hers. "I hope your ready bitch." He then turned on the milking machine, the pumps sucking on her nipples and her pussy. Then he grabbed a red leather flogger that had a black leather handle and started smacking that ass with the flogger. That older ass jiggled so much as she was whipped, all while the machines was working her breasts and pussy.

                    

Robert drops me to the ground, my adductors are broken, I crawl on the ground like a viper, trying to escape from the Dungeon, Robert grabs me by the hair and ties me to the milking machine, I struggle. Robert turns on the machine, the teats start to suck my breasts and my pussy: no! I beg you, Robert! Stop the machine! My nipples are erect, the lips of my vulva are swallowed by the machine. Aaaa! Aaaaa!you took a whip, the zebra straps my big buttocks of purple traces. "Stooop! Stooooop!" The public is demanding even more. DAFafoxyone, Rylee Rocket, Kim Jung, Elana Ma are in their offices, these bitches look out the window with a little smile thinking about the recipe of the evening because the customers will be satisfied.

"Oh hush now. Your are so lucky, few get topped by me." He then took another swing, the flogger leaving its sexy, sadistic marks on her big, sweaty, mature, jiggly ass. He then decided, after 5 spanks to each ass cheek, to feel that ass and spank it BARE HAND. All the while, the suction cups were pumping hard on her nipples and her clit. Her nipples looked like diamonds because they were so hard. "Just keep think..." SMACK "about how lucky..." SMACK "you are. A sexy young man, toned and strong is spanking that..." SMACK "ass with his bare hands, all while milking machine pleases you." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! He loved staring at her ass jiggling from each spank. For 10 long minuets, the spanking and the suction from that machine just kept on going, lucky her. Her stared as more and more sweat dripped from her body. He then suddenly turned off the machine when he thought she was close to having a squirting orgasm. "Oh no, you don't get to squirt bitch." He then untied her and forced her on all fours, before pushing her out of the ring. Then he sat on her back. He had a red leather crop now in his hand, and as he sat on her like a horse. "We are both naked and very sweaty, we could use a shower. How about you take us to the locker room like a good horse. Come oh girl, ride!" He then smack the crop on her ass, riding her to the locker room showers like a service horse.

Robert whips me, the zebra leather straps my big buttocks with purple marks, he doesn't care about my pleas, he continues with his bare hands, the sound of slaps resonates in the room under the applause of the crowd, I beg Robert: unplug the milking machine, I beg for it! My swollen and bluish breasts make me suffer. Finally you stop the machine, you straddle me, forcing me to walk around the dungeon room on all fours, I get to the showers in the changing rooms like a service horse. SALAUD!