Esdeath vs. Dr. Cutter - On Your Knees

Dr. Cutter squeezed and squeezed, draining the life clean out of her foe. It wasn’t an act of pure exertion, either, as she rubbed her pussy along the back of Esdeath’s head, seeking her own pleasure as she doled out extreme pain. There was no mercy, no respite. She had given her foe a choice, and she’d chosen the way of pain. Now she would have to deal with the consequences.

Esdeath was an exceptional human, but a human all the same, and it was only a matter of time before the lack of air took its toll, and she went to sleep between Dr. Cutter’s legs. The Operator gave her a few good squeezes after that, making sure she would be out for a moment, and then she went to work…

When Esdeath came to, she would find herself sitting up against the turnbuckle, her arms held to the sides and handcuffed to the middle rope, leaving her body on full display. Before her, Dr. Cutter stood - still naked, save for the boots she’d put on. Not her boots, mind you. She was wearing Esdeath’s. A perfect fit, as it turned out.

She also had a bullwhip in her hand, and was lazily dragging it along the mat, letting it slither about like some winding serpent.

The pitch black vision that subdued the long haired dominatrix was something new for her. Normally she would be the one sending people to either bliss or constant pain to make them pass out in her arms. Today she had met a dominatrix that had managed to overpower her, allowing Dr. Cutter free reign over her body to set her up in any way she wanted.

It felt like time soared by when Esdeath came to again, finding herself looking across the ring at the bronze dominatrix, then tried to move but found her arms handcuffed to the middle rope, her proud, glistening breasts on full display, her lightly reddened tummy covered with sweat with heat radiating from it and her legs still spread as she tried to find various commands to use her arms first but they simple could not reach the destination that Esdeath wanted.

She then noticed the whip, eyes briefly widening as she noticed the boots right after and knew exactly what Dr. Cutter was planning! " Kh.. You vile.. " This was going to be her downfall, where she would proclaim that Dr. Cutter had marked her with pleasure and pain and that she would submit to the powerful wrestler!

Dr. Cutter didn’t move from her stance as Esdeath began to wake. She kept still, perfectly still, statuesque as her foe came to. No words. No taunts. She wanted the reality of the situation to full sink in, for Esdeath to realize that this match was unofficially over, that it would became official the moment she gave her surrender. It was not a matter of if anymore, but of when.

And yet, the first words out of her mouth were an insult. Unacceptable.

Dr. Cutter lashed out with the whip, giving Esdeath a quick bite across the chest, hitting her with striking accuracy. She brought the tool back to her side, then sashayed over to Esdeath with her hands on hips, swaying with every step. In control. No worries. None.

”Those aren’t the words I want to hear, love.” She came close enough to Esdeath to raise her boot press it against the frigid beauty’s chest. ”I want submission, and I want it now. Do you understand?”

Esdeath was not in a position that would only be met with punishment, trying to free herself was proving to be unsuccessful, not to mention she was quickly distracted from escape by the lashing of that hip across her chest, quickly marking it with a reddened line while Esdeath was forced to release a sharp cry! She had never been on the receiving end of it, now being instructed by the other dominatrix to surrender was something she wanted to refuse right away!

There was a problem with that though.. she had no option to turn things around, not with the way she was caught and soon glared up at Dr. Cutter when that boot she had taken from Esdeath pressed down upon her bountiful chest, hissing up as it intensified the burn across her chest and would keep herself silent.. But only for a short while. " ...What.. Do you want me to say..? "

Dr. Cutter swore, she could’ve cum right there, right on the spot, merely from hearing Esdeath’s tone of defeat. Granted, that was a tone she loved to hear from just about anyone, but having it come on the heels of such a grueling battle, having it come from a woman who would’ve been just as cruel to her if the situations were reversed, coming from a veritable equal...oh, yes. Infinitely satisfying.

She wanted more. Craved it.

But they had been battling for a long time, and she needed to bring this to a close and establish the true superior. So.

”Admit that I’m your superior. That I’ve beaten you. That I own you.” She brought her boot lower, lower, lower, until the tip was teasing Esdeath’s pussy, gently tapping her most sacred place. ”Do that, and I’ll take away your suffering and replace it with pleasure.”

Dr. Cutter swore, she could’ve cum right there, right on the spot, merely from hearing Esdeath’s tone of defeat. Granted, that was a tone she loved to hear from just about anyone, but having it come on the heels of such a grueling battle, having it come from a woman who would’ve been just as cruel to her if the situations were reversed, coming from a veritable equal...oh, yes. Infinitely satisfying.

She wanted more. Craved it.

But they had been battling for a long time, and she needed to bring this to a close and establish the true superior. So.

”Admit that I’m your superior. That I’ve beaten you. That I own you.” She brought her boot lower, lower, lower, until the tip was teasing Esdeath’s pussy, gently tapping her most sacred place. ”Do that, and I’ll take away your suffering and replace it with pleasure.”

Esdeath was in no shape to fend the woman off her, tracing that tip of her heel along her body was something only a dominatrix would think of, an effect of dominance and the ill omen of destruction that loomed along with it could only send shivers down the spines of whoever was effected by it. Esdeath was a woman who could simulate those kinds of things in her head and other small yet effective ways to make her opponent crumble though never had she considered herself the victim!

She began to tilt her head back against the corner she was trapped in. The way this dominatrix assumed her new position over the long haired counter part was something as standard as it was unique. Standards in the ways of Dominatrixes, yet unique that it is being used against another dominatrix! Her cheeks began to turn a light shade of crimson now that Dr. Cutter was calling the shots, who was she to rain down on her parade after such a hard fought battle of two bare women?

" ...You are superior.. You have beaten me and now I will belong to you.. " She mumbled with a clear tone, at least clear and loud enough for Dr. Cutter to hear, the satisfaction of Esdeath's submission was vocalized.

It was like receiving a gift on Christmas morning, when she already knew what was inside. Yes, there would be no surprise, but all the same, the joy of receiving was a reward all its own.

Dr. Cutter knew the match was hers, that she had already won. It was just a matter of instilling that into Esdeath’s mind, making sure there was no question who held sway now. When her foe finally said the words she wanted to hear, she knew the point had been made.

The referee looked between them and nodded Dr. Cutter’s way, a silent indication that she had won this grueling match and proven her superiority. But it wasn’t enough, not quite yet. Dr. Cutter had the victory, but there was one thing she sought, still: satisfaction.

She strode forward, hands on her hips, and placed her feet on both sides of Esdeath’s legs. Leaning forward, she grabbed a rope for balance and place her sex mere inches away from the conquered woman’s face. She felt the blanks were easy enough to fill, but just in case, she issued a single command.

”Lick.”

Esdeath had to accept her loss with grace, even if it was against another dominatrix that was now going to enjoy the spoils of victory, she had to swallow that pride and just take on the submissive role. The woman withdrew the heal and instead placed those boots that Esdeath had worn before the match, at each side of Esdeath's legs. She knew what was about to happen when the woman grasped the rope and brought herself closer, just enough so Esdeath would be breathing out against the wet sex and the command was given to worship it.

Shutting her eyes in defeat, the blue haired dominatrix did what she had to do, parting her lips and leaning in until her lips would be brushing against Dr. Cutter's nether lips and would begin to lap at them with that wet muscle, just tasting the dominatrix first before her tongue would probe in, just the tip first before she would dance that wet muscle deeper and deeper inside until she was practically making out with the sex in her face!

Dr. Cutter let out a sigh of ecstasy as Esdeath went to work, and it wasn’t just for the exquisite job she was doing down there. Not to knock her skills, of course - her tongue went and drove the doctor wild. Her legs, already weakened by the hellish match, began to buckle, and for a moment it felt like she could fall to her knees.

She didn’t, of course. Dr. Cutter managed to remain upright, straightening her legs and keeping control. But it was a true struggle, and in the end, she needed to grab hold of the top rope just to maintain balance.

But she pulled it off, and it was worth. Dr. Cutter started to rock forward, pressing her sex Esdeath’s face, even as her tongue continued to go deep and deeper still. Sliding against her. Humping her. Each thrust was hotter and heavier than the one that came before it, as she started to pick up speed and strength, fire and fervor.

Esdeath was no longer in position to speak, resting back against the corner while that sex pressed into her face, soon pinning the back of her head against the corner while Dr. Cutter settled herself in for something dominant. She took note of those hands grasping the ropes and had a hunch with what was about to happen, first getting that mosit sex over her face, her tongue lapping at those lips before they bestowed a kiss upon her own.

Soon her breasts began to bounce very lightly when the woman began to hump against it, knocking Esdeath back against the turnbuckle with each thrust while her cheeks started to flush in brightness, the dominant, almost authorative humping was enough to subdue Esdeath and just accept her position!