Esdeath vs. Dr. Cutter - On Your Knees

The moans only increased as Esdeath ground down even harder, their breasts mushrooming against each. There were, perhaps, three layers of material between their skin, but it hardly mattered at the moment - the feel was electric all the same, and she found herself writhing underneath the blue-haired vixen, moaning as the heat tore through her body.

Dr. Cutter reasoned that a breast smother would be coming - they were in the perfect position for it, after all - so there was little surprise when Esdeath lowered her pain and covered the Operator’s world in shadows, trapping her within the soft cleft of her chest.

Rather than panic, she embraced the moment - she rubbed her face all about Esdeath’s breasts, letting out lascivious moans from deep within the cleft, even running her tongue along it from behind the thin material of her mask.

She was quite content with this position. For now.

While she wanted to punish Dr. Cutter some more for her previous transgression during her moments of feeling up her opponent, she will have to let it slide now that she had a comfortable position over her, licking her lips when she felt Dr. Cutter just embraced the position she was in, even rubbing into her breasts, which caused the smother to only be more effective. She tightened the grip on the woman's wrists, making sure she couldn't easily yank them free.

Her legs still pushed outwards, trying to keep those legs spread wide just to keep her opponent in check while she began to grind and press those breasts harder in Dr. Cutter's face, thinking of a transition into a better, more controlling hold she could use on her opponent to keep a good advantage over her as well as get another chance of feeling her up. Thoughts of simply exhausting this woman from every source of energy she had in her body were already running wild in her head.

On the surface, this looked quite bad for Dr. Cutter. On her back. Pinned. Two delicious yet dangerous breasts pressed in her face, smothering the life from her.

But Esdeath couldn’t win like this. Not in this sort of match. Knocking her out would be no victory, and she certainly couldn’t verbally submit.

That being said, Dr. Cutter reasoned that was likely the point. She couldn’t lose like this, but she could be made more pliable for all sorts of abuse. It behooved her to make an escape. Soon. On that note, she had an idea.

Dr. Cutter rubbed hard against Esdeath’s chest, but it wasn’t merely for titillation’s sake. She was working mouth free of the surgical mask, and once that was done, she had more options. Fun options.

From deep within Esdeath’s cleavage, Dr. Cutter began to bite and lick and gnaw and suck on the dominatrix’s flesh, feasting on it, running her mouth all over it with ravenous hunger.

The grapevine pin was certainly something Esdeath could enjoy at this moment, to not only smother her opponent to a much weaker state, but also to get worshiped should the match and opponent choose to do so. Fortunately it seemed Dr. Cutter was the opponent who enjoyed breasts as much as she loved using them, feeling those teeth and tongue started to caress the bare flesh of her cleavage, rewarding the woman with a rather delighted groan.

" Mmh.. Not bad. " She would briefly compliment the woman, rising herself up just to allow Dr. Cutter to get some more air again, letting her stay awake for the session before she would drop her breasts back down again. She wasn't going to stay in this grapevine for too long, though with all the licking, grinding and biting it was surely started to take long for Esdeath to reconsider a different hold.

The good thing about having so much experience breast smothering others, was that it gave Dr. Cutter an excellent idea of how to endure the most luxurious of submission moves. She knew how to hold her breath, how to resist, how to maximize her air. She could endure this for a great long while, especially with no crowd to heckle them.

No time limit, either. This could go on for a while…

The thought was interrupted as Esdeath lifted up and gave her a chance to breath, which Dr. Cutter wisely took. ”Wait until it’s my turn.”

She growled out the quick threat before the darkness came over her again, and she gladly went back to work. This time her tongue did most of the work, trying to slide its way under her clothes and find a nice, juicy nipple to work out.

There was nothing stopping Esdeath from abandoning the smother hold, though with the way Dr. Cutter seemed to enjoy herself she knew that this was not the best way to defeat her. The time for enjoyment can always be there once she had stripped the woman and wanted some worshiping, though right now she had to get off Dr. Cutter when the woman was trying to dig her way underneath her uniform to find that bare nipple underneath, something that Esdeath was avoiding for the time being.

She rolled off Dr. Cutter, instead kneeling besides her to try and grasp her by the hair, wanting to get up and haul the woman onto her feet as well so she could drag her towards the nearest turnbuckle for something different!

An unhappy, dissatisfied sound flew from Dr. Cutter’s bee stung lips as Esdeath pulled away and gave her temporary freedom from that luxurious prison. Aw, done so soon? Was rather enjoying that.”

True, she was. But this little break afforded her the time to catch her recover, and more importantly, retaliate.

As she was stood up and marched forward, Dr. Cutter reached behind and ran her hands over Esdeath’s ass, sliding over the smooth curve. It appeared like she was trying to cop a feel - which she was, but that wasn’t the sole reason.

She suddenly jerked forward and push hard, a wild attempt make Esdeath run straight into the turnbuckle, far harder and faster than she would’ve likely liked.

Esdeath hid a smirk when she forced Dr. Cutter up onto her feet, getting ready to whip the woman to the turnbuckle though she could feel those hands roaming over her ass, which was something she would punish the woman for but then she jerked forward and instead forced the dominatrix to the turnbuckle instead, which was not according to the plan she had in mind!

The dominatrix hit the turnbuckle, grunting loudly upon impact as her arms slung over the top ropes to keep herself standing, making a mental note to always keep Dr. Cutter's hands secured before moving her about, though she might just have to use a hold to render them a lot weaker.

Dr. Cutter couldn’t stop herself from having an irritated sigh as she pushed her foe forward, avoiding a few unpleasant moments when she seized momentum away from Esdeath’s gloved hands. She wanted to be in control, but she hated rising from such a lowly position to achieve. Her blue-haired rival had been working her over quite well for those precious moments, a favor she was eager to repay.

The first step was getting Esdeath down. On the floor. Preferably on her back, more vulnerable to stomping, kicking, and other fun activities. She knew just how to do it, too.

After taking a moment to stand up straight, she reached forth and grabbed Esdeath’s hair, wrapping her fingers around the icy-blue strands. With a hard tug, she yanked Esdeath off the turnbuckle and slammed her hard onto her back.

Esdeath needed to change her tactics and use less smothers, sensual moves and instead go for more painful ones to make Dr. Cutter realize that such things were met with harsh lessons! Off course that was just a thought at the moment as she was slammed forward against the turnbuckle, her arms laying over the top ropes while she caught her breath for a brief moment.

She wasn't allowed to stay there for long as she felt the hand grasping the many strands of her hair, not allowing her to recover in time as she was yanked from the corner, losing balance after as she was brought down onto her back, a loud grunt coming from Esdeath upon impact.