As Lariné finally gave in to her body's need for release, Erica eagerly lapped up her opponent's juices. Some of it started to drip down her chin, and she ran her tongue around her lips to scoop up several droplets that had escaped. "Mmm, now that was mighty tasty, me darlin' wench."<br/><br/>Mercifully, Erica finally released the hold and let Lariné's exhausted legs fell to the canvas. Knowing that her opponent would be too exhausted to resist her for the moment, she worked quickly and turned Lariné onto her stomach. Then, she put one arm behind the exhausted girl's back and cradled her in her arms. Tilting Lariné's head forward, Erica tilted the helpless girl's head forward and engaged her in a soul-melting kiss! The pirate certainly knew how to use her tongue for this as well, and Larine's mouth was filled with the taste of her own juices still on the blonde's tongue. Meanwhile, the pirate deftly took hold of her opponent's halter-top and in one swift motion, released the kiss and pulled the top over the girl's arms, leaving her completely naked in front of the audience! Several loud whistles and cat calls followed, but Lariné was far too exhausted to do much about it at the moment. Her top, much like her miniskirt, was tossed into one of the numerous screens on the outside of the ring.<br/><br/>Erica took hold of both of Lariné's ample breasts in her hands and gently squeezed them. "Yar, these be equally as prized as me booty's booty!" She licked her lips much like a lion that was preparing to devour its meal. "Did ye enjoy that? Mmm, me thinks ye did. Ye certainly didn't hold back with that orgasm. Yar!"  The blonde chuckled, seemingly trying to make this as humiliating as possible. "But let it never be said I be a merciless swashbuckler, yar. So I be givin' ya two options. Either ye can submit like a good wench in front of this lovely audience, or ye can walk the proverbial plank to me certain victory. But be warned: scurvy dogs that don't know when to accept me mercy end up facing... The Plunderer!" And with that, Erica tilted Larine's head towards the corner the blonde had started the fight in. There, hanging on the post, was an object the raven-haired girl had earlier missed: a purple strap-on attached to a black harness! It looked as if it were a good 8 inches long and an inch and half thick, and the words "The Plunderer" were etched along the shaft of the dildo. "What be ye answer? Be a smart wench and give up. 'Course, it'd be just fine by me if ye wanted to be plundered. I'll even give you a free move if ye wish to try ye luck." Another hearty laugh accentuated her proposal.