Gage vs Chantelle Lacroix

The three held him tighter upon his outburst, premptively squashing his struggles. Chantelle began smacking her lips repeatedly, the assistant at his back began to move her kisses southward, and he felt a hand gliding its way up his inner thigh.

His will was being drained, and the ref didn't seem too worried about his predicament. He couldn't be too surprised that the midara referee was just a bit influenced by the Trickster.

What choice did he have?

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There was no hope. There was no way out for the wrestler. He had just proclaimed a wager and was locked in to giving in to this vixen. What else could go wrong? This felt like the end, alright.

“No... G-get away from me!”

Gage sounded more and more half-hearted as time went on. He found himself unconsciously leaning forward and his lips looked as if they wanted to pucker for his mistress before him.

"Ne vous inquiétez pas, nous vous traiterons bien~" the assistant at his back whispers into his ear before giving it a nibble and a kiss. The sound of the kiss imprinted on his brain as Chantelle leaned in as well, now mere millimeters separated their lips, and Gage was unable to envision anything but her lips crashing into him. The trio of tricksters played their game masterfully, and Gage had given them one opportunity too many. His fate had been all but sealed.

No more... no more...

There was nothing left in his mind, body, or soul that represented even a shred of willpower. Nothing could prevent him from melting away in the trio’s embrace. All that could escape his lips was a moan of euphoric pleasure as the assistant at his back kissed and whispered to him. A moan of delightful resignation.

All Gage could do was close the small distance between himself and Chantelle, finding himself plunging into new depths of guilt and depravity.

(Gage has Submit! Gage has been defeated!)

The ref noted Gage's submission to the three tricksters and the bell rang, signaling his doom. In an instant, the three had flipped Gage over the top rope and cuffed his other wrist to the rope as well. He was hung like a piece of meat, and the trio of tricksters were making sure he watched as they applied their vibrant purple lipstick. They put it on slow, eyes locked on his as they gave Gage plenty of time to contemplate what was about to befall him.

Suddenly, they pounced. The smacking of lips echoed around the arena as Gage was hit by a wall of euphoria. Every kiss turned his body more and more violet. Any shame he had been feeling was being violently replaced by pleasure. If he had the power to muster a word, it would be "more."

[2 Days Later]

Gage was sat in a corner of his gym- no, their gym- looking rather displeased at his own failure. What was previously his own haven to hone his craft had become a hangout for the very demons he sought to vanquish. Chantelle, the one who had brought this fate upon him, was currently sparring with a goth-looking Diva in his ring as Rosa and Shauna were each going to town on their own punching bags. Gage had begun his shameful daily routine of waiting until the midara had cleared out so he could train by himself, or noticed him and subjected him to an assault of kisses for their own amusement. As both Shauna and Rosa strutted towards him, he dreaded what future he had fallen into.... and perhaps relished it a bit more than he'd care to admit.

[That was a great one, thanks! I’m excited to eventually do a possible redemption run: whatever it would take for him to get his gym back, anyway]