Layne vs Nikolaevna

Although Layne was a slave, she didn't seem like the kind to listen to orders... At least not any that was coming from anyone that wasn't her owner. She felt a little groggy, but upon hearing Nikolaevna's command to her to just pass out, she clenched her teeth tightly and growled deeply. Raising her hand away from the arm that was tightly across her gasping spluttered throat, she would strike backwards sharply with an elbow into Nikolaevna's ribs

Nikolaevna did not expect Layne to attack so sudden and harshly, it was enough to make Nikolaevna cough out against Layne's cheek, immidiatly her hold weakened and was close to removing it but still tried to clutch it on, she also tried to wiggle her other leg underneath Layne so she could wrap her legs around her, trying to keep herself close against her.

Layne coughed and gasped out deeply, her hand coming back to rest weakly on Nikolaevna's arm... The backdrop through the table had taken a lot out of Layne and so although she was able to send that vicious elbow back, she felt a bit groggy to follow up again immediately. Her body was really sweating now, her gray vest dark with dampness all over... Her body struggled back against Nikolaevna a bit, her head turning so that she was panting just across the front of Nikolaevna's lips and nose, her dark hair getting a little tangled in Nikolaevna's and sticking to Nikolaevna's face as well as her own.

Nikolaevna closed her eyes, a mild blush now appearing on her cheeks when Layne panted directly into her face, it only caused her to squeeze tighter on both her arms and her legs, She tried to move away since her lips were dangerously close to Layne's, almost touching eachother at some points when she tried to shift into a comfortable position.

Layne breath was stopped as Nikolaevna arms tightened on her neck, eyes opening but not focusing on anything.. She raised her arm again and tried to drive it back into the same area of Nikolaevna's ribs as before, letting out a deep grunt as she did

Nikolaevna started to put alot of pressure upon the Russian's neck and waist, squeezing with all her might and holding in her breath to concentrate solely on the squeezing, which was a bad idea when Layne drove an elbow in her ribs again, gasping out the remaining air she had and immidiatly released Layne to kick her away so she could breath properly.

Layne flopped out of Nikolaevna's arms and rolled over onto her front in amongst the rubble of the table still. She panted into the cold hard floor outside the ring, moving a hand to her neck and giving it a little rub as she tried to gulp in mouthfuls of air. A bruise had begun forming on her forehead from where Nikolaevna first drove her face down on the table before putting right through it.

Nikolaevna started to stand back up, a little slow but managed nonetheless, the choke she had brought on Layne had her body recovering slightly but was not going to let Layne get that same time. She'd wak towards the Russian, her hand moving down to grasp her by the hair, pulling her up slowly to her feet to look her in the eyes, this girl was quite amazing, her body, her moves, her endurance.. But Nikolaevna quickly removed that thought, trying to wrap her arms around Layne once again to go for a bearhug to once again squeeze her close.

Layne grunted faintly, Nikolaevna's hand in her hair and yanking her up slowly.. Layne's hand traced up the side of Nikolaevna's hip, and the fallen Russian fell front first against the other for a moment, her bust pressing against Nikolaevna's belly and then getting trapped under her own bust as she continued to work Layne up to her feet.

Their breasts scrapped firmly together until such a point that Layne was fully up with their nipples pressing into each others orbs... Then came another bear hug.

"N'urrrrghhh!!" Layne growled out as she was squeezed against Nikolaevna, body really sweating now as her hands grasped Nikolaevna's shoulder's tightly... Layne eyes squint shut as she held her breath, released a sharp pant against Nikolaevna's cheek, held her breath against, released another sharp pant against Nikolaevna's cheek..

Nikolaevna tried her best to ignore it again, leaning her head closer to Layne's once more, their lips ghosting closer against eachother while the soldier firmly trapped the Russian into the hug, trying to keep Layne tightly against her and as weak as she could, she figured she'd have to humiliate Layne, closing her eyes for a full second to think it over properly but she was a heel, she needed to be like this.

Suddenly Nikolaevna leaned closer untill their lips pressed against eachother, there was no emotion in it, she only kissed the girl to try and suck the air out of her, a faint tint of redness on her cheek while she squeezed Layne tighter against her.