Goddess Orion has been taking wrestling classes , and today, she’s practicing on her sl*ve —a pathetic, trembling mess of a man, hooded in pink , his wrists cuffed and chained behind his back . He’s already on the mat, waiting, helpless , as she strides in, leotard hugging her powerful thighs , her boots clicking against the floor.

"You’re too much of a b*tch and too weak for me to spar with," she sneers, circling him like a predator . "But you’ll make a good practice dummy. You’re lucky I’m even using you, b*tch."

She grabs his hood , yanking his head back with one hand while driving her knee into his spine with the other. His neck strains , his back arches , and his screams fill the room as she pulls harder , laughing at the sound of his agony .

"That’s it, scream for me," she taunts, twisting his head further . "Let me hear how much of a worthless l*ttle b*tch you are."

His body shakes , his breath comes in ragged gasps , but she doesn’t let up . She keeps pulling , enjoying the way his voice cr*cks —until she gets bored .

Then, she releases him .

Not to let him breathe.

But to move on to the next t*rment .

She straddles his chest , pinning his shoulders with her full weight . Before he can even gasps for air , she grabs his hood and yanks him backward , bending his spine in a way it was never meant to go .

"You like that, don’t you?" she coos, watching his face twist in p*in . "You love being my l*ttle ragdoll."

His screams turn to sobs as she pulls harder , pulling his body into an unnatural arch . His muscles strain , his tendons scream , but she doesn’t care . She laughs , enjoying every second of his s*ffering .

"Beg me to stop," she orders.

He tries . His voice is weak , broken , but she just pulls harder .

"I didn’t hear you."

Suddenly, she jumps up —only to slam back down , her leotard-covered p*ssy crashing into his face . She grinds , pinning him to the mat with her full weight .

"Stay still," she commands, rocking her hips as he gags beneath her . "This is where you belong—under me, struggling for air."

His muffled screams vibrate against her, but she doesn’t move . She keeps pressing down , watching his body flop as he struggles for breath .

"That’s it," she purrs. "Fight for your life, b*tch. It’s the only thing you’re good for."

She flips him onto his stomach , wrenching his arms behind his back before locking her legs around his neck . His face turns red , his breathing becomes labored , but she doesn’t ease up .

"You’re nothing," she growls, tightening her thighs . "Just a toy for me to break."

His body convulses , his limbs flail , but she keeps squeezing , cutting off his air until he’s on the verge of collapse .

Then— she lets go .

Just enough to let him gasp .

"Not yet," she smirks. "I’m not done with you."

The final act .

Goddess Orion straddles his head , spreading her legs into a perfect split —her leotard-covered p*ssy sealing his airways .

"Breathe me in," she commands, grinding down . "This is the last thing you’ll ever taste."

His body thrashes , his hands claw at the mat , but there’s no escape . She keeps pressing down , feeling her leotard grow moist as he struggles for breath .

"That’s it," she moans, rocking her hips . "Ch*ke on me. Endure for me. This is what you were made for."

And as his struggles weaken , as his body goes slack , she finally pulls back —just enough to let him gasp .

"Good sl*ve," she purrs, standing up . "Maybe next time, I’ll let you c*m."

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