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

Dasha was thrown off, landing onto her stomach and letting out a pained groan when her back felt like it had just been slammed into by an iron pole. She grasped onto the mat with both hands, her legs shifting as she sought to gather up her strength and get back onto her feet despite the pain that had been dealt to her back. However, Mitra lashed out and whipped her right against her butt cheek, which forced a pained grunt to escape Dasha, who would instead try to roll away from Mitra and out of her range.

Zandra was shaking her head as she started to get back onto her feet, finding Niska started to head towards her, carrying the x formed table that could probably be used as a weapon like this. However, with a weapon that large, the attack would be slow and predictable, Zandra stepped to the side and away from the table before it could reach her before she moved in and instead brought her arm up, tried to slam her forearm against Niska's chest and slam the woman down to the concrete floor.

As the whip lashed against the side of Dasha's butt cheek with a delightfully loud crack... The crowd let out an "Owww!" In sympathy, while Mitra shuddered with a rush of pleasure. She bit into her lower lip, touching the front of her crotch again lightly with her two fingers for a moment or two before she approached the other woman.

Dasha was trying to roll away and had roll up almost all the way to the ropes before Mitra would quickly reach forwards to try and snag ahold of Dasha's hair in one hand, yanking on the dark strands to try and bring the dominatrix up into a sitting position



Niska charged forwards with the table, but like Zandra had thought, she wasn't the most maneuverable with that under her arm.. Zandra was able to step aside from the incoming edge of the table, bring her arm up as Niska was incoming and slamming right across her chest.

"Ough!" Niska coughed out as her legs flung out in front of her.. The X table was dropped to the floor at the same time as she was taken down by the clothesline, rolling up onto one side clasping at her bust with both arms.

Dasha was in a bit of a worse situation thanks to that falty team work moment she and her partner had shared, managing to roll away from her opponent but not far enough to keep Mitra from closing the distance and soon enough feeling a hand grasp her by the hair and forcing her to sit up, flinching as she brought a hand up to try and remove that hand from her hair, gritting her teeth out of frustration.

Zandra had a much easier time to follow up some punishment towards Niska, the early attack not having been forgotten by Zandra as she walked over towards the fallen dominatrix, leaning down to grab her by the hair so she could force her up to stand and bring her face right into her cleavage to go for a standing breast smother!