SS '14 Den of Sin Match: Divatrix Vs. Death by Seduction

Preceded By: SS 14 Miss Summer Splash Title Match: Angel Vs. Natalia
Followed By: SS 14 Hawk and Lioness Vs. Silver Ace and Valley Doll

Deatch by Seduction: Mitra & Niska


Vs.

Divatrix: The Cobra & The Queen


Match Type: Den of Sin
Winning Conditions: If a team  puts either opponent through the special "X domme table" then they will be declared the winning team.
Special Conditions: The ring covered with crushed velvet and is surrounded by a Hell in a Cell. Along the sides is various BDSM equipment which is allowed and encouraged. No Disqualifications, No Holds Barred. Legal women determined by standard tag rules.



Mistresses are known for having dungeons outside of the ring. However, what happens when the ring BECOMES the dungeon? Better still, what happens when mistresses meet? The ultimate clash of femme fatale domination is center stage!

It had taken quite some time to set up the ring, the outside of the ring floor covered in a carpet of purple crushed velvet... A couple of specially made foldable X domme tables had been set up on the outside and the apron of the ring was lined with a number of dominatrix devices where they wouldn't get in the way of the wrestling action until they were required... Whips, canes, paddles, chains and all sorts.. It was enough to make certain dominatrix's wet with delight of the possibilities... The entire ring and outside area was completely contained with a cell, not the usual chain link cages that were used for hell in a cell matches. This one was with vertical bars, more like that used in domme fantasy plays

The momentary silence was abruptly ended as "Do you think Iâ€m a whore" by Kittie started to play around the arena. As the guitar kicked in, Niska and Mitra walked out from behind the curtain onto the top of the stage dressed in their usual dominatrix gear. They made their way down the rampway towards the ring, Mitra wearing a mischievous little grin and a duffel bag full of her favourite goodies over one shoulder... As if there wasn't enough toys and weapons to keep them busy already set up.

The ref girl unlocked the padlocked cage door and open it, letting the two enter and make their way into the ring.

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" Are you ready, dear? It's time we do what we do best. " Dasha spoke to her partner, a cruel smile upon her face while she had just finished tightening up her outfit, licking her lips as she had her favorite whip in her grasp, neatly folded up in her hand while she was waiting for her shorter partner to get ready. Soon Zandra stood in front of her, giving her a nod before the two would step out on the stage to meet their opponents for tonight. This was going to be some kind of special match where they were going to fight in some sort of wrestling dungeon kind of thing, something that greatly interested Dasha.

They made their way down the ramp and to the cell where the ring was positioned in. Once they were inside, they climbed onto the ring and faced their foes. The scenery was quite intriguing, plenty of toys and objects that reminded her of old times, Dasha not being able to help herself but lick the length of her whip once she had extended it. " Haaa.. I can't wait to show you two how real mistresses fight.. " With a wicked grin taking place after she had finished licking her own whip, she cast it with the other toys that were both already placed and brought by the other two, rolling her shoulders while Zandra would carefully eye her opponents, before wondering her eye down to the toys laid before her.. Plenty of things she could use.

It was the typical kind of greeting that could have been expected, Niska just snorted.

"Really hon..? you got a DVD of these 'real' mistresses you speak of?" Niska said in a light sarcastic tone. Meanwhile Mitra had placed her duffel bag down in Death by Seduction corner and opened it up to pull out one of her favourite canes. Holding it at either ends the pink haired mistresses gave it a little bend, looking right at Dasha and Zandra as if she were undressing them with her eyes.. Biting her lower lip gently

"Oh.. this is going to be fuuuuun.." Mitra purred silkily as the ref girl locked the cage door securely behind them all.. No one would be leaving the area in a hurry, certainly how Death by Seduction liked it whether it for good or bad.. After that she slipped into the ring ready to start the match

Already deciding who was going to start first, Dasha would wave her partner off, who would exit the ring so she could stand by the corner and wait for her turn to show these mistresses how to properly dominate someone in the ring. Dasha could not help but chuckle by those bold replies she was getting, doing a casual stretched upwards with her arms, a quick workout form the mistress since she had just a short amount of time to get ready and start fighting! She took a few bold steps forward to the center of the ring, bringing her hand up and doing a ' come hither ' motion with two fingers, eager to get this battle started.

" I hope you two are flexible.. I do like to bend my victims a lot, and muffle them.. " She started to chuckle softly, already having a plan at the ready for how she wanted to start this sexy battle, she could not wait to have these pretty ladies at her mercy.

Niska had pretty much decided before hand with Mitra that she should be the one to start the match, after all it was not all that long ago when Niska was actually Mitra's mistresses... That is why she was surprised (although not overly so) when Mitra stepped forwards to announce "I'm up first"

"Oh really now..?" Niska said with a faint scowl, but she wasn't going to let her mischievous companion get to her, there would be plenty of time for fun and pain later. The two walked over to their corner, Niska stepping out through the ropes while Mitra put her cane down on the bag at Death by Seduction's corner.. Straightening back up she turned to and moved forwards towards Dasha as the ref called for the bell. To start proceeding off, Mitra lunged forwards to try and grab her hands on the other mistress's shoulders in a firm lock up

Dasha would simply smirk at the sight of the mistresses before her, the pink haired beauty was up first, and just looking at her body made the Russian hunger for it. The things she was willing to do to that body were going to happen tonight! She raised her own hands up when the woman came in for the lock up, that smirk remaining on her face as she held her ground, refusing to give the woman and inch. At the same time though she was pushing forward against the mistress to try and drive her back towards the turnbuckle.

She would have to admit to herself that these two did not look like pushovers, and they were even taller than her. She was not going to be outdone just because they were a bit bigger, and would push forward will all her strength, wasting no time to show off her power and Mitra towards her own corner.

Mitra could feel Dasha using all her strength to try and shove the Belgium beauty back towards the ropes behind her, she tried to plant her feet as best she could but her high heel black boots weren't gaining much in the way of traction to help her cause.

Her black leather corset wedgied itself in between her smooth butt cheeks as she curved her back and stuck it out a bit but it didn't seem to be doing much good, she was soon going to be up against the ropes so she had to come up with another plan..

Moving her head in front of Dasha's and leaning suggestively forwards a bit, she pouted her lips to blow a kiss as the purple haired mistress before trying to fire her knee up straight into the side of Dasha's body.

The first push already decided the victor in their struggle to gain ground. Dasha was thrusting the palms of her hands into her opponent's, that corner looking very enticing to trap her opponent in and show her what true domination was like! She didn't seem to mind that Mitra made a suggestive advance and a little blow kiss right afterwards, but what she did mind was that knee hitting her in the side, causing a low groan to escape Dasha before she would quickly retaliate.

She would stop pushing and instead pull back, aiming to fall down onto her back and make Mitra fall on top of her, yet that was where she would use her long, lethal legs to wrap around her opponent's waist and start a barrage of tight constrictions around it.

Mitra felt Dasha grab her by the hands and then suddenly let herself drop backwards to the mat, pulling her along down for the ride. Mitra's hot leather clad body bumped down right on top of Dasha's, her breasts immediately bouncing right off of the other mistress's before sliding down a bit to nestle snugly underneath Dasha's. Mitra winced in pain at first as Dasha's firm thighs snapped up around either side of her body into the scissors, but soon she grew a little more accustomed to the delightful tight and painful sensation.

"Mmmh.. Just-.. couldn't wait.. to get down and dirty with me?" she asked through a couple of faints grunts, a sultry but cheeky grin playing across her face... The pink haired mistress forced the upper half of her body forwards a bit so that she could lap her tongue right against the corner of Dasha's lips