Dominant Knockout

	It was barely into the third round when that smug bitch hit the floor and didn't get back up. Riley felt the ten-count was more a formality, but rules were rules even in the underground kickboxing world. Riley licked some of the sweat off her lips and raises her arms in triumph, the ref still counting. The fight hadn't been particularly difficult, the loudest newbies never lasted long here. “A shame,” thought Riley as she sat in her corner, gently dabbing off beads of sweat that rolled down her tanned midriff, “she was a cute one.”
	Indeed, her battered opponent was very attractive, some Irish girl with short red hair, and pale skin all sparingly speckled with gingery freckles. She was well built too, certainly no stranger to a hard workout, as her beefy thighs and strong rump indicated, and she wasn't shy about using them.
	 The fight started with such promise, a clash between reigning queen and the underdog. The girl was so sure of herself too “I'll be sure to put you to good use when you're nothing but shit!” she had gloated, smirking viciously when the bell first rang. Nothing could have prepared the girl for Riley, her quick feet, fast jabs, it was miracle that redhead lasted into the third round. “What's wrong?” Riley shouted, just after dodging a flurry of blind jabs “I thought you were gonna have me on a silver platter! If you keep fighting like this, I'll have to add another notch on my belt tonight.” Riley was just as well known for her smack talk as she was for her fighting, and her smug aura was enough to drive some of the newer fighters into tactless fits. It was the swift one-two that did the girl in. Riley saw the opening brought on by harsh insults we don't need to repeat here. It was a harsh kick to the girl's lower abdomen to throw her off balance, followed with a beastly left hook to the face that the left the crowd groaning, and the redhead a crumpled mess in her own blood. And just like that it was all over.
	Riley sipped her water as the count finished “nine...TEN!” the bell rang out, to the cheer of many. The winners claimed their bets and losers littered the floor with now worthless papers. “Winner by knock out, Spitfire Riley!” the ref proclaimed, raising Riley's arm high and proud.

	“Now...” he asked in a hushed tone “Will you be fulfilling the bet here or-”
	“My locker room will be fine.” Riley said, watching the ring hands clean and revive her opponent before swiftly binding her arms and legs with soft nylon rope.
	“W-wait! I lost!?” she exclaimed, wriggling in her restraints.
	“You knew what you were getting into.” hissed Riley, leaning down to flick her nose
	“But I'm nice, I've decided to have you in my private locker room! It'll give you some time to think before I fulfill our little wager” Riley gripped her chin, and opened wide “Get a good look, toots” she chuckled, even licking the girl's glistening neck, her eyes wide and starting to brim with tears. Salty, and tender.
	“Oh come on, don't start blubbering, be a good sport. I promise your last hours will be veeery enjoyable. Heh. ” Riley straddled her prize and rigidly pressed the girl's bruised face against the steamy grooves of her iron-abs “But make no mistake, when I'm done having my fun, you'll be going riiiiiight here.” Riley grinned toothily as low, airy growls rumbled against the girl's face. Satisfied, she stood and nodded to the ringhands.
	“W-wait! One more round, just to let me go- Mrmphp!” a gag was laid across that pretty pale mouth before she was hauled away, much to the dismay of the remaining audience.
	“Booo! Come on! That's the 3rd time this month! Eat one of them in the ring!” shouted some faceless man in the audience
	“You wanna take her place?!” Riley boomed back, to a nervous silence.
	“Hmph, thought so. Just check my Chirp account in the morning, perverts.” She wiped her forehead and slipped out of the ring, her taut gut letting out another whiny rumble, louder this time. “Yeah yeah, I hear you.” she sighed, tossing her water bottle in the trash as she left the auditorium.
	The girl was surprised the ringhands just left her alone in Riley's changing room. Sure, she was bound, but what if she escaped? Would they come after her? Would she ever be able to fight again? “If I could just...get this arm free...” she muttered. Her struggles didn't last long, the ringhands were expert knot-boys and with her body so bruised and beaten, it took all of 10 minutes for her to tucker out again. 	Under different circumstances, the ropes might have felt quite nice. They dug into her thighs in an appealing diamond pattern, stretching up to wrap along her hips and just beneath her set of plump breasts, framing her slim belly in a hexagon of sorts, and finally down her arms, forcing her wrists up and together. She was a perfectly wrapped, perfectly sexy prize. She found herself blushing, is this what a piece of meat felt like? Is this what all her losers felt like? Well, most of them didn't need to wait long like her. Hardly a trace of those past meals remained on her toned form, but she couldn't help but feel empathy for the girls she had consumed, even if they, much like herself, knew what they were getting into.
	It felt like hours before the door began to shake and jingle as Riley unlocked it, and stepped inside, ensuring it locked behind her. Riley was looking over a clipboard in one hand, and holding a wad of cash into another. For a moment, Riley didn't even acknowledge the upright girl, bound like a gift on the side of her bed, instead she placed the cash in her bag and casually thumbed through the paperwork.  “Aileen Barron; 5ft 5, 149lbs, 21 years old, Record 5 wins...0 losses! Well, till tonight anyway. You got a couple wins and got cocky huh?” Riley asked, finally looking up at her prize “I know the type, I was almost in your shoes a couple times during my rookie days.” she set the clipboard down and approached Aileen, looming over her as she removed the gag.
	“P-please!” Aileen started, her quivering voice a far cry from the smug, shit talker she was before the fight. “J-just let me go! I-I'll never fight here again I swear!” Riley grimaced, abruptly slapping her across the face, eliciting a sharp whine.
	“Shut up, have some dignity. Christ, you lost.” she stated coldly, her body still glistening with a light layer of grit and sweat. “But, I did say you'd have a nice time before...” she smiled, and turned away, eyeing Aileen over her shoulder as she pulled off a very tight, stubborn sports bra to reveal her built back in it's full muscular glory. A definite v-taper shaped Riley's back, accentuating her hips and thick rump that still hid beneath a pair of black running shorts clinging to her well built bottom for dear life. Riley turned around, wearing nothing but her shorts and a mischievous smirk, exposing her ample chest to Aileen's utter embarrassment.
	“What do you think?” asked Riley, pressing her buxom C's together, just inches from Aileen's face.
	An awkward silence filled the room, Aileen had no idea where to look! Those washboard abs, her wide hips, those hearty biceps, and tree-trunk thighs! Everything about her loss was spelled out in Riley's perfect figure, she was simply the better specimen.
	 Riley repeated herself, tired of waiting “I said, what do you think, loser?” her gruff tone, shook the poor girl from her stunned silence
	“T-they look gr-mprh!” Aileen found her response lost in Riley's bountiful bosom, her senses assaulted by the saltiness and softness of Riley's chest.
	“Trick question! No one cares, hehe...but I get the feeling you're all about this” Riley grinned wildly, god this girl was fun to boss around! “But come on, speak up! I want to hear you say it~”
	Aileen struggled to speak, the ropes feeling tighter with every movement she made. She started to feel dizzy, and lightheaded, she thought those tits were going to do her in before Riley's gut even had the chance. She almost didn't have the strength to gasp for air when Riley finally let up.
	“Ahhh, you didn't think I'd let you off so easy did you?” Riley ran a finger under her chin before eagerly pressing her lips to Aileen's. The little Irish girl was so confused, but it did feel nice, in a weird, embarrassing sort of way to be in the thrall of a champion. Aileen's cheeks blossomed as she melted into the kiss, swiveling her tongue against Riley's. Moaning softly into her mouth.
	“Mmm...” groaned the Latina, pulling away from the messy make out with -pop!- “Yeah, you'll taste great.” she said, with a sultry smile. Even being reminded of her fate, Aileen couldn't stop blushing, her eyes quickly shifted downward when she felt the smooth spandex of Riley's shorts pressing against her face.
	“I might need new shorts after tonight, don't you agree?” Riley giggled sweetly, grinding her rump along Aileen's face “I-I admired yo-your dedication M-Ms.Riley...” Aileen squeak, panting softly against the flexing of that bulbous rump inches from her face, her hands wriggling to just glance at Riley's muscular hammies.
	“You do, huh?” Riley pondered “Then maybe you'll appreciate an uhm...closer inspection” her voice had softened, and was quite tender now. This girl was much cuter when she wasn't a crying mess. With great flourish Riley peeled down her shorts, still damp with sweat as they rolled back along the firm flesh of her ass, forged from months in the squat rack, exposing her powerful, tanned booty inch, by inch. Fully exposed, Riley teased the girl, swaying her hefty backside juuuust out of reach.
	“Unless you think I should just eat you now~”
	“P-please...uhm...” Aileen, mumbled
	“Excuuuse me?” Riley bit her lip, brushing up against Aileen's chin “I couldn't hear you, doll.”
	“Uhm, I-I'd like to have uhm...” Aileen's face flushed hotter
	“Louder.” hissed Riley
	“P-please sit on my face!” she finally blurted out all.
	“Haha! Sure thing, sweetie.” Riley bit harder into her lip as her phenomenal rump pressed down over Aileen's features, pinning her down on the simple cot, to a duet of pleasurable moans.
	“Ahhh~ You better be grateful for this, people would kill to be in your shoes...sorta~” said Riley, slipping the shorts free of her legs and tossing them aside. “Mmm, you sound like you're having a blast under there.”
	Aileen bleated with ecstasy, her nose forced right up against Riley's pucker,her head practically swallowed between Riley's cheeks as they flexed around her, the intense heat and pressure surrounding her whole head, her muffled adulation rumbling up through Riley's ass.
	“God! Thank you Ms.Riley! Thank you for smothering me like this!” Aileen's words were lost under Riley.
	“Ohoho...” Riley coo'd, “that's a good girl...” she reached back, and ran a hand through Aileen's hair “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were looking forward to adding to all that.” letting off for a brief moment Riley adjusted herself seating her rump in Aileen's bound hands, and her well lubricated cunt against her chin. Aileen's gaze drifted downward, looking up meant locking eyes with her predator, she certainly didn't want to appear disobedient. She gasped for air while Riley let her grope feebly at her ass. No words, she just grinned devilishly, hoping to spur some fear from the girl.
	“Please...P-please more Ms.Riley! F-fuck...” Aileen begged, lapping desperately at Riley's tight slit as it descends down over her mouth, probing it's slippery depths immediately.
	“O-oh shiiit!” groans Riley, simultaneously arching her back and pressing more weight onto Aileen's face, forcing the girl onto her back, the tan dom straddling her head.
	“Oho m-man where was this spirit in the ring, rookie?” Riley pants heavily, small orgasms already racking her body. “G-god, just keep it up!” she moans, roughly sliding her wet cunt all along Aileen's features, riding that loser's face for all she was worth
	“P-Pathetic loser!” she shouted, a hand clasped about Aileen's scalp, the other rubbing along the upper hood of her clam, hitting her clit while that tongue fucked her deep.
	 “How dare you give me such a lackluster fight when you had all this energy! F-fuck you!” Riley roared, every muscle tensed as she drew closer to a Big One.
	Aileen could barely breath, but she was utterly under Riley's sway now, her jaw began to hurt, but she kept meeting Riley's angry demands with hope to please her.
	“Goddamn it, you're too good at this I'm gonna-!!” Riley clasped her thighs about Aileen's face, shivering violently as a massive orgasm rolled through her, dripping hot, salty fluid down into and around Aileen's open mouth, her hands still firmly planted on Riley's ass “Ahhh...Oooh...” Riley groaned, relaxing all at once, her dominate grinds slowing to a sloppy pace before coming to a complete stop, and sitting there atop her pet, breathing heavily.
	“Holy...shit...” Riley mumbled, her hands brushing gently through Aileen's hair. “That was lovely...” she lightly ruffled the mess of red hair before pulling away, long strands of cum and lube stretching and breaking as Aileen was finally allowed to breath. Aileen's face was still flushed, and glistening, and all over she felt completely weakened, she continued to gasp, so disconnected she didn't even care when Riley slowly flipped her onto her stomach.
	“Oh...Ms.Riley that was...” she panted, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light once again.
	“You weren't so bad yourself, babe.” she chuckled weakly, taking a pair of scissors from her desk and snipping off Aileen's shorts, slapping her ass and tossing the tattered rags off to the side.
	“Y-you're still going to e-eat me...?” Aileen groaned, too tired to even panic
	“Rules are rules...” Riley wiggled and stretched her jaw, massaging along each side while she crouched down on shaky legs by Aileen's exposed toes, gliding her tongue along an insole.
	“Mmm, marvelous, got a thing for feet you know, don't tell anyone, okay?” Riley grinned, taking a deep smell while nibbling at Aileen's squirmy digits. “Wow...” she added, slithering her hot red tongue along the webbing all while slowly enclosing her mouth around the upper half of both feet.
	A low rumble of satisfaction shook through Aileen's ankles.

	“W-wait...N-ngh Ms.Riley...!” she yelped meekly and stammered, trying to worm away from the encroaching heat that gradually made it's way over her heels and up her ankles.
	Riley closed her eyes and truly began to savor her victory, pausing briefly to snip away the ropes as they approached her lips. With a strong gulp, Riley could feel her throat expand to accept the pair of feet, her lips traveling up and over Aileen's knees despite the girl's pathetic movements. The redhead was still panting from almost suffocating beneath the latina's ass and simultaneously caught off guard by blood rushing back into her limbs as they became free of the ropes at last. She was nervous, beaten, and a little...excited? She had a respect for the stronger girl, and to be the center of her attention was...thrilling, to know she was about to feed a true champ was...Aileen found herself blushing again, 	“M-Ms.Riley...” she bleated again, not quite sure of what to say; only to feel that dangerous heat traveling further upward over her knees and expanding along her thighs. Aileen was sure she'd be eaten in a matter of minutes, till she felt a sudden stop, should could feel Riley just around her ass, those teeth lightly biting into her. Riley, with her mouth packed full of pale plump girl meat was having difficulties cresting the redhead's more feminine features. She was stuck, or so Aileen thought till Riley's sneaky tongue pressed delicately against her exposed cunt. Slowly at first, Riley worked up a nice wetness before returning the favor from earlier in full earnest. Pressing her head between Aileen's bountiful ass while she chowed down between her legs.
	“O-oh...f-fuck! R-Riley...” Aileen moaned, coming to life against that expert mouth, trying to grind back against it, flexing firmly about Riley's face “Ohoooo...k-keep going!” she begged, biting her upper lip while her lower was bathed in leisurely licks. Probing it assertively now Riley elicited a flurry of sharp, spicy moans from the redhead, and a natural redhead she was too. Riley lashed and rolled her tongue, delighting in the new life in her meal as Aileen seized up “Yesyesyesyes! Ahh! Ahhh! Fuck!” she cried out, the tongue-fucking, magic fingers, and her whole lower half wrapped into such intense dominant heat drove her into a hard, full-bodied orgasm, spurting a hot liquid along Riley's chin and into her mouth.
	On cue, Riley swallowed the whole of it, eager to mix the flavor of Aileen's cum and her hams, and with some struggling Riley rolled past the apex of Aileen's hips, steadily gulping them down into a waiting throat. Riley had never stretched her throat this far before, but rules were rules, Aileen was to be fully ingested, a sore jaw was a small expense. Aileen went limp again, her body still frolicking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Reaching up, Riley carefully snipped free Aileen's arms before taking hold her shoulders and pulling back, obediently and sheepishly, Aileen neatly tucked her arms into the sides of Riley's mouth in a final show of submission. Riley could feel each subtle curve and the strong shape of Aileen's muscles as they vanished down her throat. So enthralled with her rippling back, Riley was caught by surprise when her jaw became caught under Aileen's tits. With most of Aileen safely tucked away, Riley carefully hauled herself upwards to sit back on the cot, letting her grow gullet sag lazily between her legs shifting and sliding her meal within. With a knowing grin, Riley greedily snatches the Irish girl's tits in each hand, kneading them harshly, running her fingers along the sensitive pink nip before pinching down.
	“Ngh! P-please enjoy me...” Aileen stammered, her whole body flushed pink as she sunk a bit deeper into that waiting mouth.
	Her tits They felt like two mounds of firm marshmallow, bulging so nicely between Riley's fingers eliciting the most lustful sounds from her meal, it was a shame they had to go; and she took great care packing them into her mouth.
	 At long last, Riley's lips rounded up Aileen's shoulders and up her speckled neck. Riley twisted and rolled her tongue along that exposed flesh. Aileen shifted nervously, wet sighs licking up at her cheeks and chin. Riley didn't even have to swallow now, gravity pulled sweet Aileen the rest of the way, her chin effortlessly gliding over Riley's tongue. Her vision soon framed by teeth, the light of the locker room shrinking away with a few final, jagged swallows. She could barely muster a squeak before the bronzed champ gently closed her mouth over her, muffling out Aileen's quiet last words. Finally, she had Aileen entirely, tracing her worried expressions down her throat at they vanished beneath her chest and extruded into the pit of Riley's stomach.
	Aileen knew she was right where she belonged when Riley neatly cradled her chin upon her tongue. Thoroughly beaten and humiliated, she could only watch as the lights shrank away, her vision filled more and more with the slick walls of Riley's cheeks and then nothing but humid darkness. A rolling swallow brought her head into that horribly tight neck. The journey down wasn't pleasant, but the thought of being captured and contained by such a fine specimen filled her with intense pleasure, her moans vibrating through Riley as she ventured further downward, at the mercy of the throat's natural flow. She could hear the strong, thumping patter of Riley's heart, no doubt accelerated from tonight activities, as well as the gentle stretching and pop of her ribs and tendons, moving in inhuman ways to make room for the girl. All around she could hear Riley breathing, panting at first till it settled into a gentle calming breath all around her. For a brief moment, between the tight warmth and gentle breathing, it was quite peaceful, a serene, comforting darkness. When her head popped into that slimy sac she felt a little nervous, pushing outward cautiously to the response of glottal groans and bubbling gurgles fizzling and popping as she came to settle in the mix of chyme of enzymes.
	“M-Ms.Riley...” Aileen said, her voice as weak as her movements against the gross walls surrounding her. Her body already felt so relaxed, and softened.
	“Urrrp!” was her only response, precious air exhaled from around her, bringing the gut tighter around her whole body.
	“Oooof” Riley sighed, licking her lips, basking in her own dominance. “After all that you're still moving? If you had that much vigor in the ring you- urrrp! Maybe you wouldn't be in this situation.” Riley's toes curled while her gut churned louder, vague outlines of her prize pressing up and along the ungiving walls that surrounded her.
	“It was nice, though, having you that is.” Riley huffed, feeling herself blush “Don't be too nervous, you're going to be apart of a much stronger fighter.” she grinned, drumming her fingers along the vague shape of Aileen's head, kissing it gently, a quiet churn her only reply.
	“If it's all the same to you, I think I'm going to catch a little catnap before I head home. Try not to melt while I'm asleep, but I don't think we'll fit in the car otherwise~” Riley smirked and laid back, her belly exhuming all manner of odd noises as it was suddenly shifted, washing Aileen over with a harsh wave of tingly liquids. Even as sleep took her, Riley could feel Aileen's muffled voice and her meek kicking and pushing outward.
	It was practically morning when Riley woke peacefully in her cot.
	“Ooof, didn't mean to sleep that long. Ugh...” she groggily scrolled through her phone
	“And how're you, loser?” her gut merely trembled in response, having shrunk considerably into a tight, dense round of growling fat where her abs use to be.
	“Uugh, I gotta stop doing these fights in the middle of a cut” she sat up in bed, feeling a contented warmth running through her as she got up and stood in front of her mirror, admiring her body's handy work “I guess I'll have to train harder.” she thought, noticing the half cup increase to her tits. “For such a little thing you sure had a lot to give. Geez...” she stood in wonder, playing with her new assets before turning her attention to her rump, notably beefier than when she went to sleep.
	“Eh, fans love this shit right?” she pondered as she groped, taking various selfies, putting her nipples just out of frame, or just cutting off her crotch, she was rather fond of the mawshot with her fresh gut hanging free. “Ooh, that's the one.” she smiled, her mind racing through last night, sending lustful shivers back through her loins when she realized maybe it's time to go home instead of masturbating in your stinky birthday suit. She continued to scroll through her pictures, securing enough proof that little Aileen was now nothing but a few extras inches around her shapely body.
	“Heh, I'll upload these tonight, maybe crack a six pack before planning out how to get rid of this.” she huffed, pinching her new fold before finding her spandex shorts, when another thought struck her, something much more terrifying than two-hour-long cardio sessions.
	“Oh...no no come on!” she tugged fiercely at them, her generous ass was a little too generous now, she couldn't fit! “No no no!” she huffed, almost sweating when she got them on, they were uncomfortably tight, and they wouldn't last long, her new body was pouring over the sides, stretching the spandex to it's absolute limit.
	“Okay, lemme get my keys an- RIIIPPPP!!” the sharp tear came with a cold sweat as tatters of her shorts gently drifted onto the floor, her body smoothly falling back into place with a pleasant jiggle.
	“Goddammit! I don't have any other clothes!!” she shrieked, ripping her keys and a small sweat rag from the desk, it would have to do for the long walk to her car.
	“I do not have room for peeping toms, you're lucky it's so early!” she yelled at her flab, which just gurgled quietly “Ugh, I need a shower.” she grumbled, her gut swaying about as she went through the door, and slammed it leaving a mess of ripped clothing and cut up ropes behind.