Wrestle Kingdom: Visitors at the Inn (Patreon)

Technically a commission piece, but thought I'd drop it here for continuity and general sharing. Somebody asked for a specific scene; Manda being forced into a match with a buff woman in a bikini at an inn. They left the details up to me, and... well I got a little crazy with the lore and so became the culture of "wrestle elves." I'd love to mess around with similar parody races since I've only done goblins and orcs and such so far.

But yea, some buff one-sided wrestling for y'all.

Manda groaned as she went trudging through the swamp. She and Mollie had been walking on and on, the seemingly shallow marsh taking more energy to pass through thanks to the muddy road. They didn’t get much farther than the monkeygirl guardians when Manda saw another blinking screen further down the road. The redheaded streamer/wrestler blanched and groaned. It was another random encounter, and she was in no mood to tackle another one so soon.

“That’s it. I’m calling it there,” she decided, hopefully before Mollie could notice the incoming fight and throw herself headlong into it.

Manda furrowed her brow and conjured her menu, going into her items and deploying a Camping Cottage. With a cartoonish puff of smoke, a roomy and comfortable-looking inn appeared on the road next to them.

“This shit sucks. I’m tired and I need a bath and a nap, and that’s coming from a game that doesn’t make us sleep or eat!”

“Yea… I guess hiking’s as tiring as fighting, but longer and they don’t heal us up from that,” Mollie conceded.

“But maybe you can take it out on me as your stress ball…”

“Not tonight,” Manda groaned, palming her face as she blew off the offer.

“I’m at the inn to get some rest and STOP wrestling, remember?”

“Oh! Right. Okay,” Mollie nodded.

“But if you change your mind…”

Manda groaned louder and with less words as she trudged into the inn. She immediately felt the mud and sweat whisked off her as she passed through the threshold, as if entering a clean new city completely apart from the muck. A couple of random patrons drank quietly at the table, giving it the appearance that it was a real location in the marsh and not just something Manda had summoned from out of her pocket.

“Two rooms,” Manda prompted the innkeeper behind the bar.

Mollie was a sweet enough girl, but she needed some quiet time to herself to sleep this off. The masochistic boxer hinting at more matches didn’t fit in with that scenario.

“Certainly! You can have the two rooms upstairs. Enjoy your stay!” the happy and rosy-cheeked dwarf girl behind the counter greeted them kindly.

“THANK you,” Manda sighed.

“Finally, a single conversation that happens without having to get punched in the face.”

She made sure Mollie got word of their rooming situation before she went upstairs herself. She took the first door she saw and flopped out onto a bed, letting out a happy sigh.

“God, I needed this… better catch up on the chat and see how the real world’s doing.”

She flicked her finger, dragging the chat window back up when a text box popped up in front of her with a flashing alert.

“Howdy, neighbor! Another guest at the inn wants to see what you’re made of! Choose your random encounter!”

Three options popped up again, spawning the encounter she’d specifically tried to avoid. Manda gave a frustrated growl as she forced herself to read over them, not that they would give her any choice on the matter. Her chat would vote for them either way.

>a sexy centaur

>a grapple ghost

>muscular wrestling dominatrix

The last one had Manda particularly worried. It had a big red skull next to it, and while Mollie hadn’t filled her in on them, it wasn’t hard to figure out what that meant. It was an especially hard challenger, way above her level. Of course, that was the one her chat voted for like crazy. It easily peaked the popularity contest as it pinged, showing a poster-sized image of a massively muscular woman with pointed ears and perfectly tanned, light brown skin. She wore nothing but a gold-colored bikini and had long, radiantly blonde hair down to her hips.

“Oh come on. Don’t you fuck me like this!” she complained to her legion of old and new followers.

Another selection appeared right after the first. This time, they were selecting the rules.

>10 second pinfall

>cage match

>30 minute no submission wrestling

“You have got to be…” Manda groaned as once again, votes flooded into the last choice.

A classic wrestling ring popped up beneath Manda’s feet as her clothes transformed into her tight red leotard. Her opponent appeared across the ring from her, a 6-foot woman with sharp, beautiful features. She looked like a dark elf from other rpgs, but the fact that she was built like a bodybuilder with thighs, tits and biceps as big as Manda’s head showed she was far from the slim and agile race she was familiar with. The woman raised and flexed one of her arms, striking an intimidatingly powerful pose as veins bulged across her tan skin. Her dark green eyes turned to scan over Manda with a coy smile.

“I see that you admire the power of the Wrestle Elves! I cannot blame you! We have spent centuries sculpting our bodies, so mortals have wasted away their lives gazing upon such beauty and strength.”

Manda grimaced. She wasn’t the type to drool over muscle jocks, and she was much more concerned with this challenger smashing her head through the mats. Plus with the time limit as the only limiter of the match, that meant she couldn’t luck out and get pinned or knocked out early.

“Uh… yea. Great,” Manda dismissed rather than calling her an amazonian muscle monster.

“Let’s uh… get this over with, yea? Maybe have a nice time out before…”

“There shall be no ‘getting it over with,’ you pathetic harlot!” the elf interrupted sternly.

“Your kind’s weakness entering an elven ring is an insult to our kind! For your disgusting visage and pathetic style…”

“Hey!”

“I, Gloriana of the House of Drivepile, shall make an example of you. You shall be be decimated. Ruined. Forced to beg for the mercy of the merciless wrestle elves. May your cries of agony and ruined body honor the name of the goddess Jobierre!”

“Oh fuck,” Manda sighed. “She’s buff AND crazy.”

The sourceless bell rang and the wrestle elf’s eyes lit up. She charged at Manda like a bull let out of its pen, grabbing Manda by the underarm and shoulder. The redhead barely knew what was happening before Gloriana lifted her completely off the mats. She landed just as suddenly, bodyslammed into the mats as the beefy elf crashed down on top of her. Her back hitting the mats hurt like hell, but her heavy muscle landing on top made sure to squeeze every last breath of fresh air out of her.

It was seconds in and Manda felt like she could see exactly how the match was going to go. Gloriana rose to her knees, brushing some flecks of silky blonde hair back from her face to perfect her impressive beauty once again.

“How pathetic! Are you so poorly trained that you’d rather lay back like a whore than fight!?” Gloriana laughed happily.

Manda didn’t have the air to sit herself up let alone argue. Gloriana just grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up to her knees, forcing the air back into her lungs as she screamed out in pain.

“Wailing already! And here the rumors said you were some chosen wrestler of your kind! A heroine to be praised! Not some scrawny human punching bag!”

Manda let out another wail as the wrestle elf caught the back of her singlet. With a shocking show of strength, Gloriana hefted Manda completely over her head and held her in midair like a trophy. The redhead shrieked and flailed around but her grip was like iron and her thick arms unmoving. No wonder the busty brute of an elf was a “skull” tier difficulty.

“Then perhaps you are more flexible than you are powerful,” Gloriana proposed despite a mocking grin on her face.

She braced her rock-hard bod and pulled down on Manda’s head and legs, as if trying to break her in half across her shoulders in a torture rack hold. It certainly was a good effort as the streamer girl screamed near her pointy ear, thrashing as best she could in the inescapably crushing grip.  Gloriana just kept pulling until Manda’s spine and ribs ached and her body felt stretched out in both directions.

“You would make a fine human diplomat, hero!” Gloriana laughed over Manda’s howling pain.

“Your pathetic screams honor my strength! It is as if you are already familiar with wrestle elf culture.”

She gave a short hop off the mats and stomped back down. It bounced Manda along with her, and the extra bit of force packed into her torturous hold got another guttural howl from the suspended redhead. Gloriana chuckled proudly to herself before letting go and shrugging her broad shoulders. It shed Manda off like one of her ceremonial mithril scarves, letting her flop the six feet back to the mats.

Manda groaned pathetically, trying to drag herself out of the elven warrior’s reach. Even as focused as she was on trying to get away, she didn’t have the strength in her. She could barely manage to get her elbows to rest on the mats and lift her head up, sweat soaking her hair and leotard.

“T-time out,” she mumbled, drunk on pain and exhaustion.

“HA! You humans and your silly ideas of rests and rounds. No wonder your race is such a soft and sorry one!”

Gloriana grabbed her by the leg and dragged her back. While Manda’s call for a time out failed, her screen popped back into her vision at the word “time.” It displayed a digital clock just inching into the five minute mark.

Manda’s eyes went wide and whined at the sight. Barely five minutes into the half-hour boss fight and she could barely move.

She suddenly grunted as Gloriana sat on her back. For all the talk of elves being graceful and quick, this one felt like her dense muscle weighed twice as much as Manda.

“Do not worry. I would not dare dishonor your heroic pride with mortal’s mercy. Mayhaps this hold shall better exemplify the might of my people!”

Gloriana held and bent Manda’s legs up with her, bending them over backward to set up her next submission hold.

“NO! Wait! I get it! I believe you AHHHHH!”

Manda screamed once again as Gloriana pulled her boston crab back harder. The redhead started pounding her hands on the mats as she tried to claw away from the hold, too pained to recognize that there was no easy way out of this one. Gloriana laughed at her pathetic display, her chest and arms bulging with even more force. She pulled Manda’s legs so far back that the human’s toes brushed against her crimson hair as the elf mangled her spine like a pretzel.

“Oh it seems you are not familiar with this one!” Gloriana gloated in mock-surprise.

“What you are feeling right now is the Y’leera’s Knot. A hold famously used to defeat and win the heart of a famous wrestle elven queen. An artful hold as beautiful as it is devastating to the opponent.”

“What I’m feeling right now is you breaking my spine~!” Manda gagged out.

She slapped the mat rapidly out of instinct.

“Tap! I tap out! I give!” she wailed miserably, desperate to get out of the hold.

Gloriana laughed even harder at her. She adjusted Manda’s legs, tucking them under her armpits to free up her hands.

“Silly mortal! Succumbing to pain already? I could not possibly disgrace the sanctity of our match by ending it early. Perhaps I ought entertain you further…”

“NO! No that’s okay WHAAAAT the fuck?!”

Gloriana grabbed the crotch of Manda’s one piece and gave it a hard pull. Her mighty fist had no problem stretching out the already elastic fabric, wedging it up between her pussy lips. It flossed between her labia roughly before snapping the material off completely, exposing Manda’s pussy to the open air.

“Your fragile mortal body seemed hot from such a simple bit of stretching. I thought this might cool you off,” Gloriana excused dismissively.

“You… ahhh~! Let go, already!” Manda grunted out.

“Ah, you crave variety in our match! Finally, some signs of actual culture from your kind!”

Gloriana dropped Manda’s lower half at last, letting her moan miserably. Her body drooped like a ragdoll as it settled into the steadily lingering ache. She felt the elf stand up and relieve some of the agony in her back as her toned ass stopped pressing down on her.

Of course, Gloriana was just shifting gears rather than stopping her beatdown. Her strong hands grabbed Manda by the hair and dragged her up to her feet. They would have immediately stumbled over as the shaky limbs were so damn sore, but the wrestle elf’s muscular arms were more than enough to hold her up.

One of Gloriana’s powerful forearms looped around Manda’s neck and interlocked with the other. The tightened muscles clamped into a chokehold as the elf pulled back on the hold. Manda gagged and wheezed as she was lifted off her listless legs. Her eyes bulged as Gloriana’s ancient and powerful biceps squeezed around her neck, almost completely cutting off her breathing.

“You must excuse my using such a mundane hold. It’s crude, unimpressive and simple, so I thought it would be the perfect fit for a challenger such as you!”

Manda was too busy clawing frantically at the elf’s arms to be insulted. The fact that she could talk this much shit while manhandling her like a training dummy was just more of a testament to how wildly outclassed Manda was. Gloriana’s muscular arms were flexed tight, and her flawlessly smooth skin and tight muscles left Manda with nothing to grab onto. It left the redhead with nothing to do but push ineffectively at the buff arms while she coughed and drooled over them. She didn’t even notice as the powerful elf grabbed and ripped off the last of her leotard, leaving her dangling naked in the iron grip.

Gloriana flexed her biceps, bouncing the firm spheres of muscle against Manda’s throat before letting her go. The redhead gasped loudly as she dropped to her knees, clutching her neck like she was afraid the brute of an elf had broken it. She couldn’t even stay on her knees for long before she collapsed to the mats, coughing as she curled up in a fetal position.

“You… fuck… you magic steroid bitch,” Manda wheezed as her temper flared up briefly.

It was the one main thing she was finding about being stuck in the video game. It was clear that it liked to test her and that every monster and person she met wanted to smack her around and humiliate her, so at least her big mouth wasn’t about to get her killed any time soon.

“Actually, the secret is our abundance of lembas protein smoothies and hundreds of years of daily squats,” Gloriana added in her ear.

Manda flinched from realizing her tormentor was already right on top of her. In fact, she planted a foot into her back and grabbed both of the gamer girl’s arms, pulling back on them while her foot held her in place. The surfboard hold had Manda screaming as her naked tits were thrust out, her back stretched and crushed while the elf had her arms feeling like they were going to be ripped out of their sockets.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! Lemme go! You’re gonna tear me apart, you crazy bitch!” Manda ranted at the top of her lungs.

“Oh come now! You’re truly not that fragile as the chosen champion of the humans. Besides, if I were truly trying to break them, I’d be pulling more like this!”

Gloriana gripped Manda’s wrists and pushed them higher over her head, wrenching them like uncooperative levers. The redhead screamed even louder, her eyes watering in pain as she kicked and thrashed around beneath the mighty elven warrior. Gloriana just laughed in amusement before stomping on Manda’s back, hitting her harder than she was holding her. Manda went crashing back to the mats, falling on her face and tits in a pathetic heap as her back and arms throbbed with a pain she didn’t even know she could experience.

Gloriana squatted down and lifted Manda by the hair. Her face had to be peeled off the mats with the sweat and drool sticking her there, making her moan listlessly as her eyes rolled, unable to focus on anything.

“They say every defeat is a lesson,” Gloriana tutted as she yanked on Manda’s hair.

“So you had best learn plenty of moves from this one!”

The gamer girl gave a miserable whine, unable to form a proper scream or objection in her agonized state. The elf grinned at her pathetically slumping figure, kneeling down and bending Manda’s head over backward. Her back arched again painfully as the redhead found her face shoved into Gloriana’s smooth and sweaty armpit. Her back cracked uncomfortably, but worst of all she felt the elf’s hand roam over her stomach.

At first Manda worried she was going to start punching her guts in, but she found it was even worse. Her strong hand gripped one of Manda’s tits, squeezing it roughly while pinching at her nipple. Manda whined and squirmed, but she was naturally stuck in the reverse headlock as long as Gloriana wanted her to stay there.

“I’m always surprised at how much fat is on even the slimmest of human maidens,” Gloriana observed.

She kept caressing the trapped redhead, lingering around her breasts until both her nipples were hard. Manda gave some muffled protest as she wriggled in her grasp, but she was helpless to stop her as Gloriana’s wandering hands found her pussy. Two strong fingers curled and dipped inside her, getting Manda to gasp and shudder. Gloriana wasn’t the first opponent to try and make her cum in the ring, but she was the first to do it with such absolute control over her.

“Aha! I see you are quite wet, my little training dummy. You must love the sport more than you let on. Or at least you have some fondness for losing to a more capable and beautiful opponent.”

Gloriana had her stuck, so Manda couldn't do much but try and cross her legs. It was nowhere near enough to stop the mighty blonde from violating her, choking and bending her while still sparing the time and focus to finger her. Manda’s body bucked again, this time as she squirted submissively over her hand instead of another painful spasm. The feeling helped numb some of her pain for the moment, but it also drained the fight out of her as her body focused on cumming down her leg.

“There we are! Just to show no hard feelings,” Gloriana chuckled.

She removed her hand from Manda’s leaking pussy, wiping her wet fingers off on the trapped redhead’s tits. She raised her arm to release the hold, but Manda was so drained and her legs so weak that she crumbled over backward to the mats. Gloriana just laughed at her pathetic lack of strength remaining.

“Oh come now! No need to be dramatic, mortal. You’ve yet another ten minutes of practice to endure!”

“T-ten?! Nooooo…”

Manda groaned and tried to crawl away, but even that was a struggle for her. A shaky hand reached for the ropes but they remained well out of reach when she could barely move an inch on her own. It didn’t amount to anything anyway as Gloriana grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her back towards her. Manda let out another wail as her hard, bare nipples were painfully scraped across the mats.

“But where are my manners?! Traditions must be upheld, and what is a proper match without the elven classic.”

She bent Manda’s leg up behind her as Gloriana planted a knee on her lower back. Manda winched as it pressed down just above her ass, firmly pinning her down as the elf grabbed her under the chin. She pulled up on both hard, bending her back with the knee as a focal point. Manda’s neck and legs cracked as she was bent into a sharp C-shape, just for Gloriana to lean back and lift her body completely off the mats and dangling sideways.

“Do you know this one, human!? I think even the puny mortal realms know of a sindarin il khaldir. The bow and arrow hold? While our kin may prefer to use the real thing, the ancient wrestle elves embody the bow rather than wield one! Even if I see your pathetic body cannot bend as much as a truebark limb.”

Manda’s screams just confirmed her suspicions. She had been stretched out throughout the entire match but the elf just kept finding new sweetspots for her to work over with fresh and hellish agony. Her cries and tears went unnoticed by Gloriana, or at least unheeded as signs that her hold was working.

The elf leaned completely on her back, lifting Manda over her like a screaming human umbrella. The addition of gravity just made the pressure worse as the redhead howled at the top of her lungs, flailing uselessly at the empty air. Gloriana even started to pump her arms and legs slowly, adjusting her grip to add more pain to Manda’s back by lifting her like one of her many elven barbells.

“There we are! And onto the next!” Gloriana declared when she was satisfied she’d peaked Manda’s suffering in the hold.

“No! Come on! No more!” Manda wailed.

She just wanted to collapse or pass out for the rest of the match until her body magically recovered. She clearly had no say in the matter as Gloriana rolled back onto her side, slamming Manda into the mats. She landed with a noisy thud as the elf kept her strong grip under her head, letting Manda’s limp legs flop down with the rest of her. Gloriana straddled Manda’s aching back and cupped her chin in both hands, pushing down with her hips while pulling up on her neck.

“The camel clutch may be as simple and brutal as a ring dwarf, but it does have its uses, no?” Gloriana gloated haughtily.

Her heavy muscle was perfect for both keeping Manda down and lifting her up, bending her back in half. The redhead gagged and flailed around as her head was forced back between Gloriana’s big and muscular tits, resting against her bikini as she pawed at the empty air. The elf just smirked down at her as she brushed some sweat-soaked hair out of Manda’s face.

“You look a lovely tribute. A portrait of pain. Jobierre would be proud indeed,” the wrestle elf mused.

Manda was shocked when Gloriana suddenly kissed her on the lips. Her eyes went wide, at first out of surprise. Then it was her choking and drooling between their lips, struggling to breathe properly as the elven tongue invaded her mouth. Gloriana kept one hand pulling up on her neck, forcing her to face her embrace as she started to feel up Manda’s lightly freckled tits.

Manda was simply too exhausted to resist. Too tired and sore to even think. She just moaned weakly into the elvish wrestler’s kiss as her hand roamed down her body. Manda gurgled as Gloriana pulled hard enough to bend her so far upward that even her crotch was lifted off the mats, giving the elf easy access to her pussy once again. She held her in the hold while starting to finger her aggressively, paralyzing her in pain and lust as she attacked her back and clit alike.

“Such a charmingly fleeting creature. Your short lives and puny stamina are so cute in this pathetic way,” the wrestle elf purred.

“To think this is the strength of mortals. So flawed and fragile a thing, like a lovely pattern made by a broken glass.”

Manda whined wordlessly, confused and annoyed that she was being toyed with so easily that the woman could basically write poetry about how hard she was kicking her ass. Not that she could stop her, of course, and she tried not to enjoy it as much as she was. Her defenseless clit was far too vulnerable to help herself, and Gloriana’s fingers kept delicately brushing and pinching it to keep her pent up and on edge, her head swimming from arousing agony.

“Ah, our final countdown arrives at last. You must be used to time flying by, eh, mortal?” Gloriana chimed.

Manda had no idea what she was talking about. The match seemed to drag on forever for her as she went through each hellish hold she could think of.

“Well I shant leave you left out to dry, as wet as you are,” Gloriana chuckled.

“You have until five… four… three… two… one…”

At the last second, Gloriana’s strong thumb thrust up against the base of Manda’s clit. The firm thrust hit some perfect pressure point as she gave a shrill cry into Gloriana’s mouth, trembling as she came for her again. A loud ring bell sounded as Gloriana laughed and let Manda go, dropping her to the mats in a sticky puddle of cum and sweat.

“Wonderful! Such sport, you humans. Few finer prey to be found in the ring!” Gloriana boasted.

Both girls were teleported to their corners as the score was tallied up. Gloriana casually flexed one arm with the other resting calmly on her hip. Manda was still crumbled up in a heap, naked and leaning back in her corner. The numbers flew by as the points for the match were counted, piling up on Gloriana’s side of course while Manda barely even got a few. She couldn’t focus her gaze enough to read them, not that she wanted to, but there were way more digits on the elf’s side of the board.

“GLORIANA WINS!” flashed across her view.

“Some of my finest work!” the elf boasted happily.

“I do hope our paths shall cross again, young mortal. Perhaps you will even land a single strike upon me by then!”

The elf bowed low before she disappeared along with the ring. Manda was left standing alone in her room as she saw the gold and donations go skyrocketing in the corner of her eye. The pain was gone and her clothes were back on, but the lingering ache in her muscles and the distinct memories of her humiliation were still very present.

Manda was too tired to think about it. She needed to sleep more than ever, if just to turn off her brain for a while. She crashed into a deep, dreamless sleep for a while. She still had no idea how time worked here, but when she woke it was still that generically sunny time of day. She had breakfast and a fully modern shower waiting for her, so she took her time relaxing and trying her best to forget about her latest humiliating loss.

She finally set herself to leaving, heading next door and knocking on it.

“Hey, Mollie. You good?”

“AH! Just… just a minute!”

There was a quick clattering noise and then the distinct sound of clothes being hastily pulled on. The walls seemed pretty thin for a big place made of wood. Mollie opened it back up with a blush across her cheeks and a t-shirt tossed on unevenly in her haste.

“Hey. You good?” Manda asked cautiously.

“Yea! Yea,” she said with a nod. “Great night. I mean, have a good rest?”

Manda frowned as she pieced things together. “Tell me, Mol. Did you get into an encounter last night too?”

“Me!? Oh no! I wish! I just… started hearing some things last night and got a little jealous, and couldn’t help but overhear…”

“OKAYYY!” Manda blurted, breaking into a blush of her own. “All I needed to know! How about we get a move on!?”