Esdeath vs. Dr. Cutter - On Your Knees

Dr. Cutter sighed, a pleased, content, nigh-orgasmic sound, as the whip’s crack echoed through the room. She always loved that noise, even as a child, when she’d seen Catwoman pull it off in Batman Returns. The sharp, stinging sound of the sound barrier being broken, like a small sonic boom, so swift and powerful

The only thing that could make it sound better was when it hit human flesh. And on that note…

Dr. Cutter reeled back, prepared to swing the whip wide to catch Esdeath on that lovely cheek of hers, but the blue-haired vixen was quicker to recover than she’d anticipated. She moved in fast, ducked low, and before Dr. Cutter could react, she found herself being lifted up and brought to the floor. Impressive. But she felt confident she could adapt.

She hit the floor with Esdeath on top of her, and her legs wrapped around that slim, naked waist on reflex, attempting to power down and secure a tight bodyscissors. At the same time, she tried to pull the whip behind Esdeath’s neck and pull her face down to her own, bringing their lips together for a rough, dominant kiss, plunging her tongue as deep as she could work it.

That whip would have definitely hurt if she had allowed the woman to actually use it, bringing the fellow dominatrix down onto her back was a good plan of action to both close the distance to make the whip useless and to get on top of her to disarm her. The plan was simple in it's own right but it still bore the fruit Esdeath wanted to labor for. Her hands sought to control Dr. Cutter's weapon arm, wanting to forcefully disarm her though during that process those legs came around her body and began to constrict, forcing Esdeath to briefly bite down onto her lower lip to stifle a groan from coming out, the woman's power not being anything she wanted to be caught by but at this point she had no choice.

She gave a slight twitch when Dr. Cutter used that to bring the whip behind her neck and pulled her down for another kiss, eyes slightly widening as that wet muscle invaded her warm mouth and began to wrestle with her, twitching and squirming between those legs while the dominatrix went for the controlling, close contact session, one that Esdeath had to break quickly. At least her breasts were covering and pinning Dr. Cutter's pair, which was at least a bitter sweet victory in this position.

This was good, but not quite the perfect that Dr. Cutter desired. Yes, yes, she had Esdeath trapped between her legs, and the feeling of her struggling between her thighs was delicious. To say nothing of the skin rubbing against her own, so wet and hot and wriggling. It was hardly an uncommon sensation, but there was something about Esdeath’s resistance that made it so much more delectable.

The kiss was sweat. The rough kisses were always the best, in her experience. The gnashing of teeth, the panicked breaths, the look in Esdeath’s eyes...was that desperation? Excellent.

Conversation. That was what this needed.

”You know…” She tugged hard on the rope and brought her lips to Esdeath’s ear, whispering heated words straight into it. ”It’s okay to enjoy this. Lots of doms like a bit of subbing on the side. Quite natural.” She gave her thighs a few crushing pulses, hammering those tender ribs. ”Just tell me you want it. Submit. Then we can really start having fun.”

Esdeath wanted to go for a straddle to regain both a dominant position and one upping the fellow dominatrix but instead she was caught between those powerful legs and the air extracted out of her in a forceful way. All the while, she was forced to look into Dr. Cutter's eyes thanks to the engaging kiss, starting to slowly chip away at Esdeath's strength and focus while her hands would start to push a little less on those legs, the whip being used to push her head down so the woman could reach her ear.

This was not the outcome she wanted, the dominatrix was now taunting her, trying to get her to submit with both those words and those thighs crushing her ribs little by little, though Esdeath was not to be stirred easily, her hands trying to renew the strength within them to push again, breathing hotly against the woman's neck while she was trying to find a way to break free before the dominatrix really destroyed her will to fight!

Dr. Cutter didn’t believe for one second that Esdeath would be submitting here. Not really. While she’d just met the woman, she could tell that they were similar in so many ways - clothing choice, wrestling style, psychology. That was the real pleasure of this match - it was as close as she would ever realistically come to fighting a clone of herself.

A shame they had been cast as enemies. Dr. Cutter saw so much potential…

Thoughts for another time. Now, her sole focus was on squeezing the life out of Esdeath and getting those cherished words from her icy lips, no matter the cost. She wasn’t making it an easy endeavor, either, struggling all the way and cutting away on the efficacy of Dr. Cutter’s hold. As much as she enjoyed this meeting of flesh, it was gaining her less and less with each passing second. A change was called for.

Dr. Cutter unlocked her legs, freeing Esdeath, but not without consequence - she drew her knees in towards her chest, then shot them out, both at one, looking to hammer both heels into her opponent’s stomach and sent her flying off.

The dominatrix had found herself in tight situations before, most commonly a pair of arms that sought to break her spine in multiple places but this one was from a fellow dominatrix, and instead of arms came a duo of crushing legs, forcing Esdeath closer and harder against Dr. Cutter while the kiss had taken plenty of air from her lungs, She needed to relax and find weak points, her legs shifting against the mat as she tried to get her knees to pressure against the mat so she could kneel up and annul the hold completely though Esdeath needed time to recover.

Dr. Cutter decided to change things, finding the woman's knees sliding up to her large, heavy chest and soon enough enough force was used to force Esdeath off the woman and into a flip, thrown over Dr. Cutter's frame and behind her, landing on her own back with her arms and legs spread wide, coughing a few times as she tried to recover swiftly, bringing a hand up to rub her slightly sweaty face.

Dr. Cutter truly hated to part with Esdeath’s body, even for a scant moment, wanting to feel as much of that flesh as physically possible...but she did have priorities to consider, here. Getting too carried away with her lust had cost her dearly in matches before, made her lose sight of the objective in favor satisfying her more primal urges.

That wasn’t to say raw sensuality had no place here - far from. It simply needed a focus.

Dr. Cutter spun about after she flipped Esdeath, turning quickly to take advantage of her fallen foe. Crawling forward, she placed her chest about the icy beauty’s head, letting her breasts dangle and come close to touching the tip of her nose...before she reached down and scooped up Esdeath’s head, forcing her face into the cleft of her chest for a tight breast smother, facing towards the legs as Dr. Cutter kept pouring the pressure on.

Esdeath needed a quick breather, perhaps more than just the short moments she could gather before Dr. Cutter was upon her again, getting a pair of large tits above her face before those arms came around her head and pull her deep between them, rewarding the woman with a low, vibrating moan before her legs kicked aggressively against the mat, her hands raising to push against Dr. Cutter's arms while she tried to turn her head, though the last one failed miserably. It was a very rare thing for a dominatrix to be on the smothered side of things and for Esdeath this was the first time to actually get that!

She moaned, those dark skinned tits were all over her head and denying her any sort of air through her nose and mouth, her upper body thrusting up from the ground as there was no leverage to work with in this position, shaking her head between those tits, forced to nuzzle them during the process as she tried to find a way to break free!

Dr. Cutter could already tell: she was going to enjoy her time in the AFW immensely. Oh, Rumble Roses had been fun, and there had been plenty of opportunities for both her experiments and recreation - in particular, she would miss the mud matches. But the AFW clearly afforded her more opportunities to be, well…her.

Where else could she have gotten the chance to smother such a woman with her breasts, while the two of them fought in the nude? No professional organization, for sure. But here she was, with Esdeath nestled firmly in the cleft of her chest, fighting for air as she bucked and thrashed about, filling Dr. Cutter’s body with sweet, sweet vibrations. She let out a low, husky moan as she fought to keep the bluenette captive, enjoying every second of domination.

But it couldn’t last. She did, after all, need verbal domination, and it would be quite a trick for Esdeath to do that with a mouthful of tit. So.

After taking a few moment to sap away at Esdeath’s stamina, Dr. Cutter lifted up on the smother, keeping hold of the woman’s head, but letting her breast dangle up a few inches, giving her scant room to breath. ”Let me hear it.” She spoke in a whisper that was almost a purr. ”Submit to your goddess. Say it.”

Getting a pair of giant breasts in her face wasn't all that bad considering what could have been shoved in her face. The fellow dominatrix had an amazing pair, keeping Esdeath's head stuck between them, not allowing her to even turn her head for new air for her starving lungs, which were mostly depleted from oxygen and it seemed that Esdeath was going to pass out now that her strength was not enough to remove Dr. Cutter from her.

Just when it seemed like her light headed was going to get the best of her, Dr. Cutter raised that chest but kept it dangerously close above her face, watching it sway while she breathed loudly for new air, the warm air puffed into that cleavage while she took a moment to relax, not answering just yet, prolonging her time to cool down and fight back.