Wrestling Kingdom 2: Castle Turnbuckle (Patreon)
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A popular one that I suddenly finished up today. Maybe it’s the input but probably more just people liking a jerky heroine getting her ass handed to her. And a bitchier princess being a general bully to her. Hopefully the mix of fantasy, humiliation, isekai world BS, and wrestling will keep a lot of folks happy. Technically credit for the name Susan Plex goes to an old buddy who used it as an alias when a character of his entered a magical roller derby game.
I feel like the next poll based on this one will be pretty decisive, but I’m also not sure on which one. Expect that soon.
Amanda winced as the votes came in for her next location, but she sighed in relief as they came in choosing Castle Turnbuckle.
“Oh my god, chat. Thank you for going easy on me,” she said with a quick, prayer-like clasp of her hands. She gladly stepped into the crossroad in the direction of the storybook looking castle instead of the swamp or the ravaged battlefield. At least there she could get some answers and rest up for a while. Her fight with the goblin had gone poorly, and even the magical healing didn’t help her injured pride and the taste of smothering goblin flesh.
She reached the front gate, tall stone walls and a moat surrounding the enclosed kingdom. Presumably from wandering wrestle monsters like the one she’d encountered. Two large knights stood guard in front of the bridge, their armor so thick that their actual bodies were completely concealed.
“Hold! Who goes?” one proclaimed in an overly dignified and dutiful voice.
“Uh… it’s me? Amanda?” she replied. The towering men (or whatever behind that bulky armor and masculine voices) suddenly reminded her of how little she was wearing in just her shorts and tank top.
“Amanda the Wrestler, you say?” the other knight with almost the same voice replied.
“I just said Amanda,” she grumbled.
“Then you must be the hero chosen by the Great And Holy Referee to save the Wrestle Kingdoms!”
“Sure. Let’s go with that,” she conceded. She played enough RPGs to know a forced dialogue option when she saw it. Plus solving the main quest was always the way they got out of these in anime.
“Perfect timing! Princess Plex has been awaiting your arrival. Right this way!”
The knights tromped off in unison towards the gates, which snapped open as soon as they approached. Amanda sighed and followed them inside to what looked like a regular medieval fantasy town. Peasants and knights and bards and all the stereotypical shit were wandering around. She quickly scoped out a few key locations she knew she’d have to visit. The baker and the flower vendor wouldn’t be of any use in a classic video game, but the weapon shop and an inn labeled “The Rope Break” would clearly come in handy later.
She considered ditching the knights to hit up the actual spots, but seeing the princess felt important, informative, and something that especially pushy video game guards might fight her over. They led her into the main palace, which appeared to just be one gigantically roomy throne room inside the front door.
Sitting on the throne was clearly a princess. She was younger and a bit shorter than Amanda with straightened blonde hair, a frilly pink dress, and a polished gold crown on her head. She held a gem-topped scepter, bobbing it idly in her hand as she sized up her new visitor. She clearly had been spoiled with everything since birth, including genetics judging by how firmly the big, spherical tits pushed out the top of her dress.
“Presenting the ruler of Castle Turnbuckle: Princess Susan Plex!” one of the knights announced proudly.
“So, this is the hero chosen to defeat the champion of darkness, eh?” the princess asked, looking a bit skeptical at the half-dressed gamer girl.
“I understand if you’re nervous in her presence,” one of the knights assured Amanda quietly.
“But as the destined hero, you may speak freely in front of the princess.”
“Oh,” she noted in a similarly unimpressed tone. “Alright. Well I had a couple questions about all this…”
“Of course. Ask away,” Princess Plex granted.
“What’s this whole hero and champion of good stuff now?”
The princess nodded sagely, making her fat hooters bounce up and down. “Ah yes. You were summoned by the Holy Referee to protect our lands from the monsters that roam the countryside. It is you who will defeat the champion of darkness when they see fit to challenge you.”
Amanda nodded, deciding that was as good as she was going to get for an answer.
“Okay, then second question. If you’re the sole ruler of the kingdom, why are you a princess? That would just make you a queen, right?”
The blond ruler stared at her for a moment, looking perplexed and then frustrated. “What a ridiculous question! What foolishness is this?!”
“Then answer it,” Amanda said, folding her arms confidently across her chest.
The princess glared back at her. “I do not care for your tone, hero. Perhaps the holy powers chose the wrong adventurer.”
“Probably!” Amanda blurted out. “So send me back home! I don’t want to go around clotheslining dragons or whatever! Not like I couldn’t do a better job than you anyway.”
The last comment got the princess to go red in the face. A wrestling ring sprang out of the ground beneath Amanda as she started to realize she’d gone too far. This time the ring was made of silky ropes and regal purple fabric on the turnbuckles along the golden ringposts, clearly changing based on her opponent or the area Amanda was in.
“Is that so? Then perhaps I should see the skills of the chosen one for myself!”
Susan Plex leapt out of her throne, covering a good ten feet from her raised platform before slamming her wrestling boots hidden beneath her long skirt down into the ring. She grabbed and tore off her dress one a mighty pull, revealing a darker pink one piece beneath her formal attire. She was more toned than she had initially looked, and her outfit resembled a two-piece bikini with a few strips of inch-wide spandex connecting them around her lean belly. Her boobs were still jiggling for nearly a minute after she landed from the massive jump. One of her surprisingly muscular arms had a tattoo of “Queen of the ring” written across an outline of regal ribbon.
“Well fuck me,” Amanda grumbled.
A bell rang and the princess charged at the unwilling adventurer/streamer. The chat popped up in the corner of her eye.
[Princess Plex is so hot!]
[Hope she beats up Amanda again.]
[going here was my smartest troll ever.]
It was annoying and distracting enough that Susan got the first blow, leaping and slamming a clothesline into Amanda’s juicy freckled chest. She grunted as the extended arm dragged her to the mats with a noisy slam, coughing as the air was briefly knocked out of her lungs.
“Son of a bitch,” Amanda rasped as she shoved the blonde back off her. She dragged herself up to a sitting position when Susan’s arm wrapped around her neck from behind. Amanda gagged as she locked in a chokehold with her big royal tits resting on top of her head.
“So this is the hero we’ve been sent? I can wrestle circles around you!” the princess gloated just above the struggling streamer.
“You royal… ack… pain in my ass,” Amanda choked out.
She reached up and grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair, yanking down on them as hard as she could. The princess shrieked and tried to pull free, but she clearly had to let go of her choke as she stumbled back.
“My hair! Do you know how long it takes my servant to prepare it everyday!?” Plex demanded.
“It’s combed straight down!” Amanda barked. “So what? Five minutes!?”
The princess tried rushing her again but Amanda was ready this time. She stepped in closer and drove a knee upward, catching the regal wrestler in the stomach. Susan grunted noisily as she bent over Amanda’s leg.
“I think it’s time somebody taught this brat a lesson!” the redhead decided loudly.
She knelt down and pulled on Susan’s hair, bending her completely over her lap. She wedgied the pink leotard up the princess’ pale cheeks and slapped her palm into one of her cheeks. Susan shrieked in pained outrage, which just motivated Amanda to continue. She went on spanking the hell out of the thrashing princess for some satisfying payback.
“Not sounding so tough now, you cow titted runt!”
Amanda hadn’t had much success ever since she’d arrived in this world so she was happy to cling to any sort of advantage.
Her victory was fleeting before Susan slammed an elbow into her side. Amanda yelled out as she lost her grip, distracted by the pain as the princess rolled off of her knees. She scrambled back to her feet, flustered and red-faced from the spanking as Amanda rose to meet her.
“Enough of this! Guards! Seize her!” the princess demanded.
Amanda tensed up for a moment, but the knights lingered at ringside and continued to watch dutifully. She smirked back at her as the rules of the magical ring finally seemed to work in her favor.
“Looks like they can’t help you now!” Amanda gloated as she grabbed the princess by the arm. She twisted it behind her back into an arm bar. Susan winced but quickly twisted in place, pivoting around to free up her arm and pull on Amanda’s. The streamer was whipped towards the ropes as she saw her chat pop up.
[Doesn’t Plex have that ability Royal Rumbler or something?]
[oh this should be good]
Amanda started to worry about what they meant by that. Even when they voted in her favor, the chat clearly had their sadistic side and the game gave her a lot of gold for losing hard enough. She bounced off the ropes like the impossible way they did on tv, but she’d hardly turned around when she felt some strong hands wrap around her ankles. The two armor-covered guards yanked her feet out from under her, making Amanda yelp before she landed flat on her face. She groaned as her freckled boobs squashed up out of her neckline from the crushing pressure.
Amanda was still recovering from the fall when the princess caught up with her. She stomped her thick boots all over Amanda’s back, making her flop against the mats. She yelled and groaned miserably as her boobs just bounced around further, triggering another string of raunchy comments and enthusiastic donations. It peaked as Susan leapt into a high elbow drop, making them both jiggle intensely as Amanda arched her back. She cried out and clutched her back, weakly trying to crawl away.
“Cheating little brat,” she groaned under her breath.
Amanda shrieked as the princess grabbed and pulled on her hair, forcing the redhead up to her knees.
“I make the rules around here!” Princess Plex barked at her before shoving her head between the ropes. The regal blonde shoved Amanda’s neck down into it while pulling up on the taut chord, choking her over the middle rope in a dominant show of force. Amanda just gagged and drooled as she gasped for air, sparking another outburst of generosity from her freaky fans as they watched her struggle.
Amanda quickly lost track of time, but Susan finally relented on the rope choke. She still slumped her arms and chest over the ropes, coughing fresh air back into her lungs as her breasts dangled and bobbed over the ring apron. She felt the princess drag her away from the ropes with her arms tucked under Amanda’s armpits, forcing her arms up in the air before performing her trademark move. Princess Plex’s suplex was indeed perfect as Amanda saw the world fly by in an arc before her head and shoulders slammed into the mats. Her vision blurred for a moment as Susan rolled into the suplex, following her momentum. With Amanda’s legs folded up over her head and spread out in a pathetic display, Susan landed sitting on top of her legs like she was her living throne. The princess’ soft booty stopped just barely resting on her face in what Amanda dreaded as a pretty solid pin.
It only got worse than she feared, as seemed to be a theme in the game. Rather than counting a pin, Susan pulled Amanda’s shorts down to her knees and cracked her knuckles.
“I think I’ll test out this legendary hero’s stamina,” she proclaimed with a sadistic grin.
With Amanda’s legs spread wide and her hips facing straight up in the air, it was a prime position for Susan to unleash a devastating punch right into her pussy. Her panties were no protection at all as the streamer let out a massive howl of pain. She tried to lift her head, but that only shoved her face deeper into the princess’ regal ass.
The punches kept coming as Susan was set on using her pussy as a punching bag. Amanda’s body quivered as her eyes rolled back from the beating. Her pussy started to get wet from the friction alone as Susan’s grinding knuckles created an unpleasant sort of arousal within her. Her panties stained with a wet patch on the front as the chat went insane over her latest punishment.
[fuck yes! Amanda’s so hot when she’s hurting!]
[I think she loves it. Look at that face.]
[Look at those panties? Who knew she was a painslut all along?]
[I didn’t know, but I’d always hoped!]
Amanda’s mind was numb and broken after the ridiculous pussy pounding she had taken. She was too dumbstruck by pain and unexpected arousal from the dully echoing impact teasing her clit. The knights’ metal gloves applauded
Amanda’s mind was numb and broken after the ridiculous pussy pounding she had taken. She was too dumbstruck by pain and unexpected arousal from the dully echoing impact teasing her clit. The knights’ metal gloves applauded at ringside as Plex gracefully flipped off of Amanda. Her bent over backwards body remained stuck in the position for a moment before she flopped flat onto her back.
“Had enough yet, hero?” Princess Plex demanded as she turned back towards the redhead.
Amanda was still stunned speechless after her beatdown, so Susan got no reply as she dragged Amanda up by her hair. She could barely stagger after her as Susan threw her into a corner, letting her slump back against ready to collapse back down.
“Guards! Hold her up,” the princess demanded.
The metal-coated men grabbed Amanda by the arms, draping them over the top ropes like a scarecrow. The battered streamer hung there with her legs splayed wide open, too sore for her to close them too tightly. She was an easy target as Susan drove a knee into her belly, getting a grunt of air and spit to fly out of Amanda’s mouth.
“Awfully soft for a wrestler hero. Perhaps you’d be better as my royal training dummy,” Princess Plex mocked her. She took Amanda by the chin and propped her head up, making the groggy-looking redhead face her.
“Now do you yield?”
Amanda just groaned and choked on any attempted response, too sore and winded by the gut shot to form any intelligent response. Susan smirked confidently as she sized up the taller girl and grabbed her by her loose top. With a few firm pulls, she tore open Amanda’s tank top and yanked down her panties, stripping her naked for her raving fanboys to enjoy.
The princess grinned wickedly at her handiwork, the trashed redhead barely standing even with her arms on the ropes. Susan climbed up the ropes facing away from her opponent, standing on the middle rope and leaning back to shove her plump ass into Amanda’s face. She rubbed her cheeks mockingly into her as Amanda groaned and her head rolled around with her lazy twerking.
“Pay tribute to your queen, bitch. I’ll end it now if you kiss my royal ass.”
Amanda mumbled wearily, struggling just to see straight. She’d have given up if she could, no matter how humiliating, but she was punch drunk enough to have trouble processing the princess’ words right now. She just whined when Princess Plex leaned forward, pushing her nose and face deeper between her cheeks while she started slapping Amanda’s tits around.
“Very well. Then your stubbornness will only bring you more suffering,” Susan declared.
She jumped off the ropes and gave Amanda’s arm another yank. She stumbled drunkenly from the corner and the regal brat caught her around the waist.
“Ah fuck,” Amanda managed to grumble miserably as she felt the familiar squeeze of her setting up another namesake suplex.
This time, Susan sent Amanda flying backward with her throw. The suplex didn’t slam her to the mats, but instead angled her so that her bare crotch hit the top rope instead. Amanda crossed her legs and howled as her wet pussy lips clung to the rope, parting slightly against the firm silk straps.
“OHHHH FUCK!” Amanda screamed, clutching the rope for balance. As painful as it was, she realized falling off would only be worse.
At least it seemed that way until Susan stepped up and grabbed Amanda by her tits. She kicked the ropes, making them vibrate like an oversized plucked guitar string. Amanda gave a shriek of fresh pain as she clung to the rope tighter, trying to vent her agony as the velvety rope rapidly slapped against her clit.
“If you won’t yield, then you’ll lose the match AND your dignity!” Plex mocked.
She dug her nails into Amanda’s breasts and pulled, dragging her along the ring. That meant dragging Amanda’s pussy along the top rope, making her howl and spasm as the fabric gave her a very intimate rope burn. Amanda screamed madly the whole way before she stopped very abruptly, her cunt slammed especially hard into the turnbuckle. Her eyes rolled back, paralyzed with pain and confused arousal as the sudden thump made her pussy twitch. With Plex pulling and raking her nipples and the torturous treatment of her groin, her body lost track of itself and squirted a paingasm over the slick ropes. Amanda’s shuddering finally had her drop to the mats, seeing the blurry ceiling for a moment before she simply passed out.
A bell rang somewhere in her head and Amanda immediately woke up. She was still naked and felt the vague memory of feeling god awful seconds ago, but in the moment she felt back to normal. Even her pussy had been cleaned up and her clothes seemed to reappear on her body the moment she got up.
“Excellent work, chosen one,” Princess Plex praised.
Amanda jumped in alarm at the sound of the aggressive princess’ voice, but she was just standing nearby with a proud smile.
“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Amanda blurted out, still catching up to the present and not feeling like she’d just been punched in the crotch twenty times over.
“I must say I’m impressed. I’d have thought you’d given up long before you were knocked out. Even my sparring trainer usually doesn’t last that long against me. You’ve proven that you’ll never give up in the face of danger, and no matter how badly you’re hurt and humiliated by your foe.”
Amanda stared at her blankly. She remembered a few moments where she would have given up if Plex had let her breathe and speak, but by then all she could manage was some screams of pain.
“I… guess you could say that,” Amanda conceded. She ignored the lols and sarcastic remarks popping up in the chat that thankfully nobody else could see.
“You have my blessing. I suggest you seek out Castle Hardcore next to gather what assistance they can provide. Inform the guards that the hero Amanda is given free reign of the kingdom.”
“Hail, Lady Amanda!” the knights cheered proudly as if they hadn’t just helped her get her ass beat.
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Amanda left with a sour taste in her mouth as she was hailed for her loss. She wandered back into town and found a little gnomish baker that gave her a hot meal for one of her many coins. Apparently not many imaginary video game monsters and NPC villagers needed to eat so food was the easy part. She remembered the weapon shop she’d noticed on the way in, making it her first priority after eating. She knew that equipment made the hero in rpgs, but she had no idea what that would entail in a wrestling-based game.
She walked into a wooden building with a sword and shield sign hanging over the door. It was a wide room inside, the walls lined with all kinds of dresses, singlets, leotards, boots, and other vaguely wrestling and fight-themed attire. Some boxing gloves hung on a hook while a few cheap-looking weapons were next to it; kendo sticks, spray cans, baseball bats, and even some folding chairs.
On one side of the room was a massive man. A tan-skinned, 7-foot-tall man in overalls and a thick apron hammered on an anvil, shaping a folding chair made from a strange and silvery metal. He was stuffed full of muscles that bulged out of his arms in particular more than the rest of his already broad body. He had dark shaggy hair and two thick cow horns growing from beneath it. Looking lower, Amanda saw a pair of cow hooves instead of feet… as well as a very intimidating bulge to go with the rest of the beefy minotaur.
At the front desk was a woman who was big in her own right. Tits the size of beanbag chairs rested on the wooden surface of her countertop. She wore a black and white apron that failed to fully contain her chest as she smiled warmly at their new customer. She had a smaller set of horns and cow ears growing from her head, poking out from a curly mass of blonde hair. She was a bit chubbier to the blacksmith’s muscular build, but she still towered over Amanda as clearly the same species.
“Oh hi! Welcome to Moona’s Moonitions! We’re here to help you with all manner of items and fighting gear to keep you in your top shape. Isn’t that right, darling?”
“Scrawny human like that’ll need it too,” the smith chuckled gruffly. His eyes narrowed towards Amanda from beneath his mess of hair.
“Oh be nice, Bully. She’s a new customer. What can I get for you, dear?”
Amanda tried to shake off the intimidating vibe she got from the merchants. They were bigger than any monsters she’d run into so far, so she was glad to know that at least she was in a shop.
“Hi. I’m uh… new here. I’m trying to buy whatever will help keep my ass alive,” she prompted.
“Oh, well nothing like a new costume to help keep your spirits up! It’ll keep you in a fight longer just from how good it makes you feel.”
“Higher defense. Got it,” Amanda nodded.
“Of course, you won’t need it if you hit hard enough,” Bully grunted. “Buy yourself a magic foreign object and you’ll get a few good hits in. They break eventually but a few swings should be all you need if you use ‘em right.”
The bull man smirked as he held up what looked like a mithril folding chair he had been working on.
“Okay, uh…” Amanda looked over the items on the wall with their price tags and a few stats on some of them. She’d made a load of cash from her humiliating losses to the goblin and the princess, so a lot of the gear was pretty affordable.
“I’ll take that red spandex deal… cuz I am tired of these bitches stripping me naked all the time. And I guess one of each of those weapons.”
“Sounds great. You can access your foreign objects from the menu during a match,” Moona explained pleasantly. “Just tap your fingers together twice to bring it up.”
“Good to know…”
“That’ll be 2000 gold altogether.”
Amanda nodded and touched her fingers together. An Inventory icon was clearly there, and she tapped her gold to have a sack of it appear in her hands. She set it on the counter with a confident smile.
“Or, if you like…” Moona offered coyly.
The cowgirl glanced over at her husband and blushed.
“Well me and my husband haven’t had a proper match in a while. We’d love to get some practice in after so long running this shop instead of adventuring.”
Amanda gulped as she looked up at the two huge and heavy shopkeepers.
“Uhhh no thanks. I’ve had my fill for a while…”
A large menu appeared in front of her. The chat was given another poll, with the options laid out for them to choose her fate.
1. Box with Moona the wife (25% discount)
2. Wrestle with Bully the husband (25% discount)
3. Have a handicap match against the both of them (50% discount)
“Why in the fuck is there not a ‘No’ option!?” Amanda shouted at her screen as the votes came pouring in.