Esdeath vs. Dr. Cutter - On Your Knees

And down Esdeath went, flat on her back.

Dr. Cutter could not hold back the smallest pang of guilt - she actually quite liked her rival’s hair, and she was hardly someone who like her women with primary-colored hair. It fit her whole demeanor, gave her the look of a true, frigid princess, and she would’ve loved to sit there and run her fingers through it.

Later. For now, there would be more pain.

The Operator rather liked Dr. Cutter’s breasts, especially since she’d had such a close, intimate encounter with them. She did not, however, like them to be so covered. Such glorious things deserved to be free, and she took it upon herself to liberate them.

So, the moment after Esdeath hit the floor, Dr. Cutter knelled down about her head and reached forward, slipping both of her hands under the dominatrix’s top. Her wriggling fingers sought out a breast, one for each hand, and once they found the targets they started squeezing, clawing, savagely pulling away at Esdeath’s breasts in a wild attempt to get them out, trying to rip her top open if need be.

Esdeath looked up at the ceiling with half opened eyes, though she noticed that the woman lowered herself down and soon bringing those hands underneath the top of her uniform, her bare breasts underneath cupped and soon enough hissed in pain as the woman began to torment the breasts that had previously been all over Dr. Cutter's face, gritting her teeth to keep herself silenced from any other sounds of agony.

Unfortunately there wasn't time to remove those hands as soon enough the buttons of her top were ripped open, exposing those breasts completely, wobbling from the sudden freedom that Dr. Cutter had given them!

Ah, there they were.

Dr. Cutter couldn’t hold back a satisfied sigh as she looked down at her handiwork. Esdeath’s breasts were a perfect pair. White and pale, tall and proud, jutting out from her chest as if they were begging to be squeezed. And who was she to deny them, really?

[color:123d=993300]”The pain stops when the begging starts.”

With those harsh, raspy words, Dr. Cutter dug her fingers into Esdeath’s breasts, gripped them tight, and yanked upward, trying to pull the frigid beauty up by her magnificent mammaries, forcing them to support her weight as much as she could. She would be sure not to make it too harsh - she wanted to keep them intact, after all - but at the same time, she was looking to inflict such delectable pain on her foe, and establish who was the superior dominator between them. This seemed like a good way.

With her breasts out and completely bare, it was only a matter of time before Dr. Cutter would target them, specially since the Dominatrix was rather proud of her large yet perky chest! They were quite powerful by their own right, often using them to box her opponent's face for both humiliation and to deal damage! Unfortunately it was Dr. Cutter who was calling the shots and soon those fingers dug into the naked flesh, causing Esdese to clench her teeth together as she refused to let out a sound of pain or even show discontent with what the woman was doing to her!

She had to admit that this was certainly torture done by an expert, something she had to stop as quickly as possible, arching her body up and curling up her leg before she tried to slam her knee right into the woman's cheek, aiming to force her to both release her and perhaps even fall for Esdese to take over!

Dr. Cutter had squeezed her fair share of tits in her time - delicious, lovely tits -but she had to admit, Esdeath’s were some of the better ones, right below Dixie Clemet’s. Certainly real, no question about that, and they molded around her fingers so perfectly.

The only problem was that she refused to make those lovely, shrieking noises that Dr. Cutter loved so much. But that wasn’t a problem for her - she was willing to put in the time needed to make it work. She could’ve squeezed them forever. All night, at least.

She might have, too. If not for the foot in her face.

The blow landed straight on, right on the nose, and the effect was immediate - she fell back on her butt, shaking her head while she looked about. Nothing was broken, she was fairly sure, but she quite a bit loopy. ”Didn’t care for my touch, love?” Dr. Cutter grunted and began to wearily rise to her feet.

Now that she had time to recover and get those hands from her breasts, it was time to deal with the rather pesky Dr. Cutter, who was getting back up onto her feet while Esdeath chose to roll away from her and get some distance before she would rise as well. It was difficult to maintain her composure after the woman was trying to squeeze her tits dry, but she still made it happened as she showed a rather knowing grin. " Perhaps when we are finished, I will let you touch them.. " She responded as she straightened up, not adjusting her top to close it again since it was only going to get exposed later in the match anyway.

She decided to open the last buttons of her uniform to show off her stomach as well, lowering herself as she rose her hands up, wasting little time to suddenly lunch in and try to lock up with the dominatrix again. She was no fool, not wanting to go for a actual test of strength again though she was certainly looking for a new opening.

Dr. Cutter cursed as she stood back up, hating the lose of her momentum. In particular, she hated that Esdeath’s delectable tits were out of her reach once more. Her work would be undone, they’d go undercover again, and-

”Oh.”

A lewd smile crossed Dr. Cutter’s lips as Esdeath put her glories back on full display and invited her in, looking for another lockup. One that she was eager to give her, too, though perhaps not in the way she expected.

”When we’re finished, you’ll beg me to.”

Looking to take her foe by surprise, Dr. Cutter reached around Esdeath’s neck and tried to pull their faces together for a fiery, wild kiss, lustily locking lips with the blue-haired beauty, inserting more pleasure into the violent affair. Part of it was a mind game, to see how she’d react, and the other part was simply because she wanted to.

A kiss was certainly a way to surprise Esdeath, who was looking for a more serious lock up that was decided by physical prowess and intelligent choices. However, she was not one to shy away from any kind of battle, not to mention that the woman was a good kisser. She tilted her head to the side, her nose brushing lightly away from Dr. Cutter's as she deepened the kiss, wasting little time to fight back in the same sensual manner her opponent was trying to get to her!

She also brought her hand down from Dr. Cutter's shoulder and down to her rear, giving the cheek a firm grope and a spank to make sure she was briefly distracted by more things than just the mutual, lusty kiss!

If there was an actual crowd in the room, this was likely where they’d started making catcalls and whoop and holler. As it was, there were no sounds. Nothing but the footsteps on the match, the panting of breath, the faint squeaks as their clothes rubbed against each other, and the delicate smack of lips suckling on one another while their tongues dueled.

Esdeath wsa game. Of course she was game. Dr. Cutter was beginning to sense a kindred spirit in this one, which would make it all the more satisfying when she broke and surrendered her body. It would be as close as the Operator would ever get to toying with herself. A delicious thought.

But, first, there had to be pain.

There was a low, lusty growl when Esdeath gripped her ass, and Dr. Cutter chose that moment to strike. With a fiendish grin, she clamped her teeth on Esdeath’s lip for a quick harsh bite. At the same time, she clasped her hands tight behind her pale foe’s back, pulled her in, then jerked back and tried to send her flying with a sharp belly-to-belly suplex.

Esdese rarely indulged herself in long, fiery kisses. Even if it was a match, she would take the time to pick her opponent apart in every way she could think of and right now Dr. Cutter was going to be one of the very few who she was going to thoroughly break down and exhaust until she can't even stand up anymore! Off course, she was a little busy with trying to remain dominant in the kiss for the time being, shoving her chest hard into the woman's pair to make sure they were squashed nice and close.

She slowly hoisted Dr. Cutter off her feet, looking to turn around and spine buster the woman to the ground but then the woman bit down onto her bottom rather painfully, causing Esdese to jolt, briefly breaking her train of thought before she was pulled close and off her feet for that sharp suplex, causing her to hit the mats hard and wind the open chested dominatrix for a while.