Zoe Quinn rolled a pair of dice in her palm as she sat backstage, the ivory cubes clinking together quietly while she surveyed the scene. Staff bustling about, trying to ensure everything was in place. "Losers" she scoffed to herself, squeezing the dice between her fingers with a scowl. Rushing around trying to line someone else's pocket. They probably couldn't even think for themselves. Everything revolved around their next paycheck, their next promotion, their next holiday off. Like moronic sheep, kneeling at someone's feet. Her life may not have been perfect, but Zoe had never knelt to anyone or anything. She couldn't, she just wasn't wired that way. She could never debase herself the way these simpletons did.
In her brooding, she suddenly noticed a wide shadow overcasting her. "Ya're blocking me view cunt" she grunted upwards as Giovanni glared poison-tipped daggers. "Did you really think you could hide from us, Quinn? You just made my job easier. I won't have to pay someone to find you now." Giovanni boasted, her grin unnerving Zoe. Despite the larger lady's influence, Zoe was fairly confident that she was untouchable while in the SFL, but the ring? She'd have to pull out all the stops to leave with all her teeth in place. She considered pissing Giovanni off before their first match, but instead she shut her eyes and turned her face until the other trudged away impatiently.
Zoe and Giovanni stood in their respective corners, eyeing each other up. They were dressed far nicer than a fighter would usually be, Zoe sporting a crisp white dress-shirt, red suspenders, burgundy dress-pants and black dress shoes whilst Giovanni strutted around in her white suit and tie, as well as her purple dress shirt. Her cigarette hung from her lips as usual, while she blew a kiss to the crowd. Narrowing her eyes, Zoe used the distraction to suddenly rush forward, jumping and slamming her right elbow into the back of Giovanni's head. She hissed in pain, her arm throbbing, but she knew it hurt Giovanni far more than herself. Her left hand scrambled to latch onto her collar, allowing Dice to hang on as Giovanni stumbled, growling and throwing herself around to try and dislodge the uppity Irish girl. Just as Dice managed to wrap an arm around Giovanni's throat, the larger woman's hand latched onto her ankle and began pulling with all it's might. Zoe struggled to hold on before ultimately having her leg pulled outwards, sending her down onto the mat. She groaned, her free leg kicking wildly as Giovanni glanced down in uncertainty. With no clear path forward, Giovanni would suddenly drop down, effectively crushing Zoe's chest as she held her leg tightly.
"Agh! Me fuckin' ribs!" She cried out, breathless and worried something might have been broken as Giovanni scoffed and began to bend her leg backwards, a sinister sneer on her face. "Ow! Ya feckin' fat cunt get offa me!" Zoe squealed in pain, smacking her fists onto the large woman's back desperately. Though fearful, the referee eventually waved a hand towards Giovanni. She scowled, applying less pressure on the limb as she stared into the sole of the dress shoe. Her scowl slowly stretched back into a smile as she gripped the heel of the shoe, causing Zoe to pause, looking absolutely pale as the footwear went flying backwards.
She was given only a moment of peace before Giovanni's large fingers began to wiggle up and down her size 8 arch. "W-Whahat the fuahahack are ye dohohoin!?" Zoe cried out, her thrashing and squirming only amplified. "They want a show, so I am giving them one! Laugh for me fairy girl!" She snickered, bending her toes back painfully with several fingers as her large thumb scratched beneath them. Even tickling hurt when it came to Giovanni! Zoe's mirthful-sounding laughter soon became pained as the torture continued, releasing a whimper as her black dress sock was slowly and nefariously tugged upwards. She managed to snag the very end between her toes as Giovanni tutted. "Oh come on, give your fans what they want you deadbeat!"She shouted impatiently, pulling on the sock with one hand as she squeezed Zoe's heel with the other, her toes finally giving way as the garment was taken! Tired of holding her legs, Giovanni scooched up onto her thighs and used the sock to tie both of Zoe's big toes together, effectively trapping her. Giovanni re-doubled her efforts, using both pair of powerful fingers to tap along Zoe's feet, even jamming them between her toes to make the teary-girl howl in tickly agony! Her wrinkled soles shook in desperation, her face only going redder as several screens zoomed in onto the agony of her feet! Zoe, with no options left, finally jammed her fingers into a small pocket on her pants and retrieved her dice. She stared at the two warily, the cubes bouncing with each of her strained giggles. They held the opportunity to win the match, but could just as easily condemn her to failure! Still, with little options left, she closed her fingers and shook her fist several times before releasing them! They bounced along the mat for several paces before landing, the top faces reading three and four. Suddenly, a member of her crew retrieved a comical looking launcher from her kit and screwed a boxing glove to the end, one eye closed in concentration before lining up the shot.
Thwack!Giovanni was sent hurling forward, her head spinning as Zoe quickly sat up, untying her toes and rubbing them with a pained expression. "Ya cunt!" She cursed the dazed Italian, slowly standing, biting the inside of her cheek as her crotch throbbed. As much as she hated the tickle torture, Giovanni had been pressing down on her thighs. She was only human! Seizing the moment, she bent down to yank out Giovanni's belt and began tying her up in an improvised hogtie! She knelt down and began undoing the laces on Giovanni's shoes, the thick laces probably costing more than a designer purse! As Giovanni began to recover, her large hands balled into fists. "Dice...Don't even fucking think about it!" She warned in a lone tone, but Zoe, still stinging from the tickle onslaught, pulling off both shoes with a grunt. "Feckin' hell, size fourteens! Sure they're not for two each?~" She teased, suddenly tossing both shoes to the crowd. Souvenirs were technically illegal, but with so many patrons it was impossible to say if Giovanni would be getting those back. Zoe dropped down and began skittering her sharp nails up and down Giovanni's large, panty hosed soles, hearing the large woman suppress her imminent giggling.
"E-eneough...Stohop it!" She growled, one eye shut in concentration as she fought back the humiliating laughter. This only drove Zoe further as she tried her own trick against her, jamming her dainty fingers between those thick toes and scrunching to try and drive her up the wall. In no time, Giovanni's forced laughter began flowing out between her lips, only made worse by Zoe's horrible teasing. "Kootchie kootchie ya beg bitch! C'mon tap out! Oh ya~" She sneered, Giovanni's hands bound as she scratched her pointer fingers beneath Giovanni's heels maddeningly. Giovanni's screeches were music to her ears as she stroked her finger pads up and down the sides of her feet, jamming her bare sole beneath Giovanni's red face just to be a little shit. Unable to help herself, Zoe bends low and entraps Giovanni's toes into her mouth, gnawing on them feverishly as her own toes scrunch into her face, feeling the vibrations of her furious cackling! Starting to feel the heat in her loins, Zoe traversed off of Giovanni's back. Giovanni could hear a zipper being pulled down as Zoe squatted down, a mischievous expression across her features as she suddenly slapped her steamy, meaty cock over Giovanni's equally meaty soles, the wrinkles and slight sweat feeling wonderful as she let out a sigh, mouth wide open. Closing her eyes was a mistake, however, as an enraged Giovanni managed to squeeze her arm through the belt, delivering a stinging backhand to Zoe's cheek!
The dazed girl laid on the ground, cradling her face, before seeing Giovanni stand, a furious expression plastered on her features. "W-waitwait darl I didn...." Seeing that pleading wasn't going to help, Zoe rolled onto her stomach and began to crawl away, gasping as Giovanni snatched an ankle and began pulling her back. "Dice! I'm gonna kill you!" She shouted through gritted teeth as Zoe desperately held onto the ring's ropes. She spied her dice a meter away, grimacing as her fingers began to slip. With a cry, she twisted her ankle from Giovanni's gasp and leapt forward to snatch them the mat. She took a deep breath in, resting her face against her enclosed fist, only to go stiff as Giovanni would grab a thigh and shoulder, hoisting her into the air. Zoe would flail for several moments, her fingers opening to let the heavy dice bounce along the mat before coming to a stop. She squinted at the tops of them. "S-snake eyes!?" She cried out in dismay, the dark single dots staring back at her menacingly. Her face fell as the presenter piped up excitedly. "Oh no!~ You know what double ones mean! Whatever favor Dice's opponent requests will go on for two whole months!" She sang as Zoe glanced down, seeing Giovanni's face twist into a sinister grin before the larger woman threw Zoe down towards the floor...
The soft noise of a newspaper being flipped filled Zoe's ears as Giovanni lounged in a comfortable leather chair. A large glass of wine was besides her, as well as a still burning cigar, placed just so the smoke wafted into Zoe's bruised face. The greedy gambler was hoisted in the air, limbs pulled back painfully until she was in a hogtied pose. She was nude, and with her hands taped up, had no way of covering her genitals, which swayed with her struggling. A tightly bound panel gag prevented anything louder than a groan from escaping. She was just above Giovanni's head, and occasionally the victor would reach down and pull up a vibrator, flicking it on and tapping it along Zoe's achey shaft. Her favorite game was to give her a push and let her swing back and forth, helpless cock throbbing against the plastic toy, never enough to fully orgasm. "Oooh...look at this..." Zoe craned her head down to see Giovanni tapping on the racing section. "That's yours, isn't it? The one you always bet on?" She tilted her head slightly, her teeth like daggers as she broke out in a smirk. "I'm sure you make tons from them...Got everything rigged even...I think I'll place a bet myself..." She grabbed her phone from her pocket and dialed the track. "Mmh...Cracker Sun...Yeah....One hundred. Yes, thousand....Deposit? I don't need a fucking deposit...Oh well why don't I ask Charles about it?" She squinted in impatience, huffing as the person on the end of the line quickly apologized at the mention of one of the head gambling regulators. "Yeah yeah, mistake. Just do it." She didn't wait for a reply as she hung up, tossing it nearby and giving Zoe another swing. "Oh! Did you want to place one too? Just say the word~" She scoffed as Zoe repeatedly tried to speak through the gag, yelping as Giovanni tugged on her precious dice which were strung around her balls with twine. "I really do wish I could just get of you now...But really, that would be bad business, wouldn't it? I think I'll just let you earn your way back into my graces through your matches." Giovanni snickered, reaching up to give that bulbous, quivering tip a few fast jerks, only to let go at the last moment, Zoe's muffled wails music to her ears.
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