Esdeath vs. Dr. Cutter - On Your Knees

It was a little unorthodox, and if they’d tried this in front of a live audience, they would’ve drawn all manner of catcalls and hoots and hollers from the rabble. In this private setting, though, it was just them and a referee who was trying her hardest to hide how hot and bothered this was all getting her. They could take all the time they liked.

With Esdeath off her, Dr. Cutter stood up and promptly began to strip. She reached behind her her back and undid the zipper, pulling it down and peeling the bodice from her skin. Off it came, leaving her nude from the knees up. She rarely wore any undergarments with this outfit. Far too chaffing.

She took off the boots next and tossed them over with Esdeath’s clothes, letting them mingle, and she briefly considered the thought of wearing her opponent’s garb out herself. It would be a fitting to show dominance, if nothing else.

Thoughts for later. To work.

Dr. Cutter took a moment to let her eyes run up Esdeath’s body, taking the sight in full. In many ways, her opponent’s body mirrored her own. Her breasts might have been bigger, but they were comparatively similar in many areas. Arms, legs, shoulders. Similar strength, similar height, similar styles, and now there was nothing to keep them apart.

Dr. Cutter had goosebumps. ”Much better.” She cooed and started to step forward, one hand on her hips, casually closing in. ”Now, where were we?”

Esdeath only took a brief look over at the pile of mixed clothing, completely naked in front of her opponent as she took a few moments to stretch and roll her shoulders again, rousing her body to continue even though she had done the squeezing before this whole stripping session. Once she was ready and found Dr. Cutter starting to close in, she could not help but chuckle when the woman asked where they had left off, something that Esdeath would have to remind her. " You between my legs. " She would respond casually before she rushed forward, closing the distance at a rapid pace until she was at arm's length of the woman.

She'll bring up both hands, looking to grasp the woman by the hair and take two handfuls of them just so she could pull the woman down enough to force her head right back between those naked thighs again, perhaps not the same scissor hold like she had the woman in earlier, but a standing head scissor will have to do once she was able to put Dr. Cutter in one, plus with them both being completely naked, she'll have plenty of new targets to feel up.

Dr. Cutter could clearly remember more than five seconds into her past, she hadn’t forgotten where she’d been only a few moments ago. How could she, really, even if she’d wanted to for some mad reason? The heady scent of Esdeath’s arousal, the feeling of those powerful thighs around her body, closing in, oh so tight and hot and sweaty…

Well. It was going to leave a lasting impression.

She knew that Esdeath would be taking the fight to her, but she didn’t quite anticipate it would be happening in such a bold, direct fashion - though, given the nature they shared, perhaps she should’ve. One moment, she was standing tall and proud, the next her head was being shoved between two alabaster thighs, as she tried to trap her skull in another headlock. A noble effort, Dr. Cutter would give her credit for that.

But she would find some resistance, here. Dr. Cutter’s head went down easy enough, yes, but once she was in position, the Operator immediately straightened her back up, lifting Esdeath up and off the floor, attempting to dump her flat on the mat in a most unceremonious fashion.

Esdeath's plan was simple yet effective in the long run, wanting to make sure Dr. Cutter would be reminded daily that she had lost to Esdeath's legs, her thighs to be more precise! She licked her lips once she had forced that head between her thighs again, giving a slight squeeze that would be surely familiar to the woman by now while her nails would rub up the woman's back and to her ass, wanting to grasp the cheeks to give it a few gropes, such a healthy rear needed to be sized up and kneaded after all!

Those thoughts quickly vanished from her head when Dr. Cutter displayed her strength and began to lift her up and off the mat, having no time to prepare herself as she was forced over the woman and dropped down onto her back with a loud grunt, her breasts bouncing wildly upon impact as she might have gone right for the kill rather than delay it, though she was amused that Dr. Cutter wasn't easily flustered nor weakened, making sure that by the end of this she was both.

Dr. Cutter prided herself on her power, particularly how often it took her opponents by surprise. She could pack some serious muscle in her frame, but she never sacrificed figure, kept herself voluptuous and strong. Now that her body was on full display with no garments to mire the view, she felt it was past time to put her power on full display.

Up and over Esdeath went, with Dr. Cutter’s one regret being that she wasn’t in a position to watch her fly. But she heard the impact well enough, and when she spun around, she saw the results - the blue-haired beauty was on the floor behind her, hurting and stunned. So vulnerable. She couldn’t let that go.

Eager to capitalize, Dr. Cutter jumped back, raised her arm, and brought it into Esdeath’s chest with a vicious elbow drop.

Esdeath certainly had to pay attention to Dr. Cutter's arms when she had her caught in such holds, the woman's strength was no joke and right no she had just paid the price for now being quick enough to humiliate and hurt her!o She looked up for a brief moment to watch the woman spin around knowing that this was not going to bode well at this point since she was trying to get some air back in her lungs and the dominatrix wasn't exactly in the best position to do so.

She tried to roll away but Dr. Cutter came down hard with that elbow into her chest, forcing the air she had just resupplied to her lungs back out of her in a sharp grunt, her chest wobbling from the slam, her lower body weakly arching from the ground as it stunned her for a little longer, her right eye closed shut as she tried to gasp air back into her to use against this powerful woman.

There was something about driving her elbow into Esdeath’s naked flesh that made a tingle go up and down her spine. Hurting anyone could give her a thrill, true, but her current foes body seemed particularly supple, as if it yearned for contact. That, and the rare opportunity to dominate another dominatrix, egged her on. She could make this woman ache. She could make this women suffer.

More than anything, she wanted her out of this ring and on the floor. Now

Dr. Cutter rose to her feet and started kicking Esdeath in the side. Swift, hard blows to make her roll, looking to force her under the ropes, off the apron, and onto the carpet around the ring. There was so many toys to play with, and Dr. Cutter felt it was past time they experimented.

Esdeath wasn't one to enjoy pain when it was done to her, though it seemed necessary to work her out of the ring and down upon the carpet that surrounded the ring. It was a little less hard than what it should have been but that was not on the dominatrix's mind, her ribs hurting from those kicks, her head throbbing from past attacks done to it and slowly she was starting to feel her fatigue kicking it, which would no bode well for a match like this, especially when it's against a fellow dominatrix who possessed more strength than she did.

She would have to rely on technique, the blue haired fighter rolling away from the ring, trying to gain some distance between it and herself so she could try and raise back up onto her feet to defend herself, the toys scattered around were not going to aid her in this bout if she was at a greater disadvantage than now.

Esdeath couldn’t imagine how much it warmed Dr. Cutter’s heart to see her role out of the ring like that. Fear was always the best spice for these things - while she would take her targets regardless, it was always so much more fun when they wanted to get away from her, when they realized how dire their situation was.

Of course, Dr. Cutter was hardly going to waste the time she was being given. She dropped down and rolled out of the ring, too, though she didn’t give chase immediately. Instead, she sauntered over to the wall and plucked an item she’d been eyeing out of the wrack - a long, black leather whip, so pristine it almost seemed to glow in pale light

”Going somewhere, dear?” Dr. Cutter twirled the whip around her head, then brought it down to the floor with a hard blow, striking the floor hard enough to fill the room with its piercing crack. ”Not leaving soon, I hope. We’ve only just started getting to know each other.”

Needing time to catch her breath and tend to her ribs, Esdeath took the space she had just made to silently count the seconds while she rose back up onto her feet, not that straightened up like she normally was, lurching forward while Dr. Cutter went for one of the ' weapons ' attached to the wall, narrowing her eyes as she tried to think of a new strategy to get close without getting whipped in the process. She had never been on the receiving end of one but she was sure that it would hurt, especially since it seemed the woman was experienced with it.

" Oh off course now, just cooling down before we get closer. " She would respond casually, rubbing the side of her neck before she began to advance towards Dr. Cutter. She decided to go low, crouching before she lunged in swiftly, tried to wrap her arms around the back of Dr Cutter's thighs so she could try and hoist them up and make Dr. Cutter fall backwards to the hard ground.