Lucia Lynch Vs Mistress Paige - Standard Match [Hentai permitted]

The drop on top of Paige hadn't been that bad, for someone as prickly as Bethany was, she made for a soft cushion to ease herself on top of. She hadn't minded, pinning her opponents had fastly become one of the things she enjoyed the most about wrestling. She wasn't sure what about it made it so good, perhaps the fact unlike a submission where someone surrendered, a win via pinfall in most cases was just an opponent inability to continue. It was more of a victory in her eyes.

Having made use of an actual wrestling move proved to be a good choice, the self labeled mistress seemed down for as Lucia slipped an arm around her leg and raised it up. She peered down at Paige with a slightly smug fanged smirk. "Thought you were the alpha, now you're just dog chow." She had settled in on top of her, enjoying the counts as they came, counting along in her head.

Then Paige went and ruined it all at the last moment. Lucia pursed her lips, eyes narrowed in annoyance. No wonder they never killer villains like her off in those stupid TV shows. She was like a cockroach. Pushing herself up off Bethany, she threw a leg up and over the woman, rising up to straddle her waist. "You had the easy way, welcome to the hard way."

Planting forearm across Bethany's collar, to press the woman down against the mat. She reared back with her free arm, shaking the limb out in the air before tucking in in solidly. After a brief pause she threw her weight in at Bethany, beginning to rain a slow and steady pummeling of stuff elbow strikes at the woman's head. She had taken the match from wrestling to make again, territory she shined far brighter. "Sorry, forgot your safe word!"

To the rattled and disoriented Paige, what felt like a massive burden being lifted off of her shoulders was, in fact, just the relief felt from barely managing to prolong the match with a split-second near fall. A deflated audience unanimously shared in Lucia's frustrations when their hopes of seeing the dastardly villain be verily vanquished be summarily crushed with the flimsiest of nudges to get her shoulder up. Seeing the reviled antagonist get her comeuppance at the end of the show was usually how a three-act structure played out, and right now the crowd were all just waiting for Lucia to send the people home with warm and fuzzy feelings about justice triumphing over evil.

Whatever minute benefits there were to being battered, pummeled, and slammed around by the ravenous wolf-girl, Paige could admit that one of them was feeling the commanding warmth that came with being pinned by Lucia. Even through her own warbled senses after taking a world class beating, Paige still felt the mushrooming of their chests and Lucia's panted breaths against her collarbone. Those subtle and pleasant sensations did more to jostle Paige back to life and consequently break up the pin than Lucia may have thought.

But what didn't feel pleasant was the wolf-girl straddling her waist and shoving her against the canvas with a forearm across her throat. Paige ineffectually shuffled and squirmed in what seemed to be the foreboding seconds before another ravenous mauling, but with Lucia's hand cocked back in pent-up rage and seething fury...Paige would gently raise her own hand in soothing calmness and placidity. Her tender-hearted touch reaching up to caress Lucia's cheek with the faintest of touches. A move she hoped would halt that reared back fist hanging in mid-air once Lucia she would be striking someone showing zero signs of resistance.

"Y-You may..despise me...but you must admit...our stars shine brighter together than they do apart..." The sincerity in Paige's voice and the blissful smile on her bruised face seemed heartfelt and genuine, as did the earnest innocence in her half-lidded eyes. "Looking up at you like this...maybe I was wrong in trying to muzzle such a wild, untamed, and free-spirited beauty. From here I can see what all those fans who abandoned you couldn't see. The allure in your savagery...the fiery passion in those golden eyes..." Lucia continued her romantic monologuing with a sultry tone in her words, her thumb gently brushing against Lucia's bottom lip...with her other hand gliding up Lucia's back to hug her tightly until the inches between their faces felt like just that. Mere inches...

Lucia had drawn back her arm, fingers flexing to clench into a tight fist. There was murder in her eyes as she prepared to bury her elbow into Paige's face… then the other woman reached up at her. It was so weak, so harmless, she humored her for a moment keeping her under threat of violence. If she had more smug words, she would be swallowing her teeth.

Her eye twitched as the woman's hand gently brushed her cheek. Her opening choice of words had almost gotten her struck as the villain had somehow once again made it about her. Her golden eyes began to narrow, on the cusp of letting loose on the mistress. Her tone had been a saving grace accompanied by the woman's soft touch. It had been enough for Lucia to hear her out at the very least.

Silken words spoken in a surprising honeyed tone left her at a loss. She had just beaten this woman from one side of the ring to the other, to the point she had barely managed to save herself from a pinfall. She was weak, vulnerable, for all intents and purposes she was done for. What did Lucia have to fear from her? As a thumb brushed along her lips, they remained parted slightly as she peered down at Bethany with more curiosity than cruelty.

Her arm lowered, palm pressed to the canvas just beside Bethany’s head. A small shiver ran down her spine as Paige’s finger slipped around her gently. Slowly, subtly, she was drawn down closer. Her other arm slipped from the woman's collar to rest along the mat as well as she stopped face to face with Paige wordlessly.

“Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast.”...but that didn't meant their was only one way to curtail the ferocious bloodlust of a ravenous animal on the verge of sinking her claws into her prey once more. Paige once again had to resort to her sultry charms in the face of what looked like another beastly thrashing by Lucia's taped up hands. The lone wolf-girl may have had no issue with pummeling her senseless up till now, but Paige banked on Lucia not being so dishonorable as to punch the daylights out of someone who clearly wasn't fighting back.

It was a gambit that she direly hoped would succeed, especially considering that she was fresh out of other ideas. And should her plan fail it may have meant kissing her glamorous movie star good looks goodbye, and she could hardly afford extensive trips to the beautician to hide her cuts, bruises, and potential black eyes. But Paige could see in Lucia's golden eyes that she had struck the right cord. Paige's words no doubt coming off as sincere because there was as a kernel of truth to them, Lucia truly never looking more ravishing than when she was in the frenzied throes of battle...

Paige flashed a seductive smile as she felt Lucia's glacial defenses begin to melt into her warm embrace, to the point where their ample chests grinded together while they shared eachother's steamy breaths. She didn't want to startle Lucia from her trance by saying anything that could provoke her animalistic instincts just yet, so Paige remained blissfully silent as her right leg stealthily wrapped around Lucia's shapely ass. A sinful smile on Paige’s in the fleeting seconds before she began to subtly tilt her head up until her cheek was nuzzingly teasingly against Lucia’s own. However, the purring softness of her lips against Lucia’s ear did come with some sweet nothings being uttered...

“And the gullibility of a newborn pup...”

...before Paige would twist them both around to have Lucia in a seated position with both of Mistress’ hands locked behind the wolf-girl’s back and under her arms. A reverse full-nelson being applied with Lucia’s tucked head underneath Paige’s armpit whilst the Domme sat comfortably on her foe’s lap.

Mistress Paige deserved more credit than she was likely to really receive. While she no doubt had those in the crowd eager to see her work her magic on the lone wolf, they didn't really understand how much it really was like mysticism. When one were to look at things at a distance, logically, there was little draw at all to bring these women together. Lucia had a sour taste in her mouth from the seductress since they had first met. Her tone, her attitude, even the simple way she carried herself. Once they had stepped into the ring together it had only gotten worse when faced with her cartoonish antics and, in her eyes, ridiculous costume. Yet, somehow through all that she had come to hate the woman had an uncanny ability to set her mind at body at ease. There was no rhyme or reason to it... Why had this woman's praise suddenly meant so much to her?

The invisible threads the bound her to the mistresses, causing her to hang on each and every word leaving her numb to the cries and jeers from the audience as she lay herself down on top of the woman. Her bright golden eyes flickered restlessly over the gentle curves of her face. That knowing smile she hated it but... there was something about the shape and sheen of Paige's lips that found her transfixed. her lidded eyes slowly drifted away from the woman's face, a keeping doubt  tried in vain to law itself free. It had been held down, shackled by Lucia's other senses. There was a feeling of power, of dominance as her breasts pushed down against the soft cushioned chest of page. The seductress has been the one to lure her in but perhaps it was a sign of submission. Lucia swallowed hard, trying to weigh her options but as she thought to try and fit the pieces together, the woman beneath her was making it more difficult to tell fiction from fact. The rolling heated breathes along her the glow of her sweat speckled skin, the firm feel of their curves fitted almost perfectly against one another, even the leg drifting up along her backside.

She closed her eyes tightly as their cheeks pressed against one another, that soft purr made her breath shudder as she lowered he head allowing Paige to show her more. The simple affections had broken down he defenses leaving her vulnerable, almost longing. There had been a measure of danger but rather than it giving the lone wolf sense of caution it had been twisted, corrupted by Paige to seem thrilling and wild. She gently returned the nuzzle, drawing in a deep inhale of the Mistress Paige's scent. She seemed prepared for more, lips pursed as they drifted slowly towards the woman's neck, only paused as Paige meant to speak again.

It had been to late to act, let in a dreamlike stupid, groggy from their flitting encounter. When hadn't been certain what had happen as the women twisted with Paige's coaxing. Hunched forward her chin was tucked low, dragged down against her body by the compressing influence of the arm applied behind her neck. Her arms were wrenched back, shoulders strained as they were rendered useless as her forearms and hands waved in  a searching panic for something, anything to grab hold of. Worst of all, to her, was the woman resting easily in her lap. Through the sudden pain of the tightening hold, the frustration on being yet again duped, and the fear of being rendered almost entirely immobile there was something wrong. Those fleeting feelings that were suppose to fade once the ruse had ended hadn't left entirely. Part of her wanted this lack of control, a firm shapely bottom nestled down upon her lap, even the words that sprung the trap had been...hot.

They were hot. What the hell was wrong with her?

Her body twisted from side to side, strained grunts and whines as she tried to shake anything loose. This had been a hold application she wasn't familiar with from her movie days or actual wrestling training. She was at a loss for her to escape with anything but the ropes... or Paige's good graces. She could ask to be freed, there was a chance the seductress would play along. She knew it wouldn't be free of course, if an offer like that were even given. What did she possibly have to bargain with while in a position of weakness like this? The ropes then. She kicked her legs awkwardly trying to dig her heels in to nudge herself backwards. It was harder than expected with her captor seated up on her thighs. "Cute trick..." While this was a desperate situation, letting Paige know exactly how desperate may only make it worse. She had to appear calm and collected. "Time to let go." She winced as her shoulders had a sharp twinge as she fought to resit the hold.

Someone once said that the key to being an utterly loathed and detested villain was actually a lot like being a photographer. In that it takes scores of patience and the willingness to bide your time for the perfect moment to catch that inspired photograph, or strike once the hero was at their most vulnerable. Whether it be crushing their last salvation beneath your boot after they had spent an eternity crawling to it whilst in the midst of a harrowing battle...or revealing your sinister intentions right when they would least expect it. Paige always considered herself a veritable artiste when it came to painting the tragic portrait of a once proud paragon of justice now having succumbed to her alluring mind games as she masterfully manipulated them like a scheming puppeteer smirking from above~...

...but every truly great performance was drawn from honest emotions. And while Paige's words seemed to be nothing more than honeyed lies, there was more than inkling of genuine admiration behind them. Even when she was on the brink of being mauled by the wolf-girl with her fist cocked back behind her, Paige could still gaze up through her half-lidded eyes and see the raw, savage, and passionate life in Lucia's golden eyes which lit up when she was unleashing her brutality on a fallen foe. Holding her tightly allowed Paige the privilege of breathing in Lucia's sultry aroma as she nuzzled their cheeks together. Along with the shiver down her spine from feeling Lucia's warm breaths on her neck, it should come as no surprise Paige was beginning to lose herself and start drawing a blank on whatever her deceitful plan was in the first place. Luckily for her, the only prospect more enticing than cuddling with the lone-wolf was having such a proud hero bent to her will. Though even after springing her trap, Paige made sure to lock away those memories of what it felt like to be snuggling up to Lucia, which was actually rather pleasant...

"...*giggle*...that was no trick, my dear. Did you notice the dulcet tones in my voice and vulnerability in my body language? Those were the tools of a truly gifted actress being used quite masterfully I should say." Paige taunted as she maintained her cinched in arm lock as she shuffled upward until she was seating her plump backside on Lucia's thighs. The meandering struggles for her freedom and actual request for Paige to release her from the submission were all encouraging signs that showed that the wolf-girl was low on options on how to escape. And what kind of villain would Paige be if she didn't capitalize on a hero who was clearly backed into a corner?

"Uh-Uh...so sorry, but I think I've forgotten your safe word. But I don't know why you would wanna end this, not when we have seem to have so much fun together..." Paige sultrily tossed Lucia's own words right back at her. The twinging pressure on Lucia's shoulder from the submission now having a humiliating twist to it as Paige started to subtly, and tenderly, begin to grind herself up against Lucia's abdomen. Sultry purrs humming from Paige's smirking lips with what was beginning to feel like faint wetness on her crotch.

"Mmm~...tell you what? I've thought up a new safe word for you if you want me to let you go. How about you...bark, like a dog for me? Just once, but of course loud enough for everyone to hear. Either that, or you can just submit to our pin-stripped friend over there, wolfie~..." The nearby referee would indeed be asking for Lucia's submission...though it was unlikely which would be more humiliating for the wolf-girl to utter even if they both meant her being released from what was becoming a more hopeless situation by the second.

“Euh… uh… nyeeeeh…” Lucia was trying. She really was. No matter which way she twisted or pulled herself, there just wasn't enough room to maneuver herself. It was a frustrating prospect somehow made worse by the fact that as far as submission holds went, this one wasn't nearly as painful as most she had been put into.

“God just… shut up.” She didn't even sad angry, in fact it sounded like more of a plea. While the crowd may have been enjoying the back and forth between the two immensely, it was a far more conflicting matter for Lucia. She wasn't doing this for dynamic tension or the fans, she was continually being lured into these laid traps by Paige. It was embarrassing to just let this woman play with her like this but she had this way about her that just made it so easy to let her in.

Lucia may have ragged on her acting pedigree, but she had some serious chops to keep making her buy into these ruses. The worst part was she still wanted it. Even knowing every single time it was there in front of her, Paige was just going to make her pay for it without delivering.

The slow rhythmic bump of Paige grinding up against her was confusing at first, not exactly sure what her foe was up to until the pieces fell into place. Her cheeks flared bright red as she tried to kick out her feet, arms flexing in protest as she tensed up against the hold trying in vain to struggle free again. “Y-you!”

Her eyes shut tight, biting her lip as she tried to focus on anything else but this. It was impossible to push out though. The shifting weight of Paige's rump gliding along her thighs. The powerless position that allowed this woman to rub herself up against her. The weight of Paige's chest across her shoulders and back. Her demeaning tone, somehow still managing to be sultry, still making her want this woman. She came here for a fight. She wasn't ready for this.

Her struggling slowed as she littered out, exhausting herself with every possible move she could image making to try to break herself free. She had nothing. Until Paige gave her a choice. She couldn't tap, not to this, not like this. When the referee even came to inquire, as if this had all been planned, she tensed up again, trying to kick her feet, making sure everyone knew she wasn't giving up. “N-no!”

She considered trying to negotiate with Paige, to make the alternative not as humiliating but she knew whatever else she would come up with would no doubt be worse. It stung a bit this woman was using her own words against her like this, something she desperately wanted to make her pay for. Lucia wasn't sure she could though. What was stopping this from happening again… and again… and again. It certainly wasn't her, she continued to let it happen, part of her wanted this, liked this.

“Rrruf… ruuuf woof…” She swallowed her pride and caved to the demand. While it certainly wasn't deafening, she had made sure to project enough that some could hear it. “Just let go…” Her surge of anger and adrenaline had burned itself out, leaving her with fumes to stoke the fire. This hold was a hopeless affair, one she had no choice to endure. It was humbling to know that this would have been the end for her if Paige didn't relent. It had done more to hurt her spirit than actually losing to be in her opponents debt in some way.

Despite understandably not remembering much back when Lucia was ravenously pummeling the daylights out of her, Paige did take notice of how it seemed to almost always be Lucia's go to offensive fallback. Mistress still had the aching fist indentations to attest that it was obviously her strongsuit, and the lack of any submissions or overtly complicated maneuvers had not gone unnoticed. Paige easily came to the conclusion that Lucia knows little of submission based grappling, and most importantly, how to effectively escape their clutches. Paige's early college years of mat-based grappling suddenly becoming not as much of a waste of time that her parents thought it was.

And thus, Paige's diabolically villainous machination was put into play~...which was really just finding a way to spring a submission onto Lucia. Preferably one that robbed her usage of those powerful meat-hooks of hers, and that only the most seasoned of veterans could maneuver their way out of. And the results couldn't have been more splendid, Paige literally feeling the despair emanating from the collared wolf-girl shuffling and squirming about but getting nowhere fast. They were all just wasted movements that only drained her energy further until the once proud wolfen was now malleable puddy in Paige's wicked hands.

Paige hummed blissfully from her sinful smile as her hipful grinding became more lewd and noticeable to the audience around them. Some of them no doubt losing faith in their dauntless hero, which the very thought of only brought Paige to new heights of arousal. Demoralizing and humiliating Lucia was just such an intoxicating and satisfying thrill that she simply couldn't get enough. Orchestrating Lucia's downfall finally hitting it's defining apex when she heard the fallen wolf-girl barking meekly to the shock of anyone within hearing distance. Paige whipped her head back and gazed up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes, grinding once more with her cheeks blushing red.

"Mmm~...Ara, that's it!!! Such a good doggie!!!~..." Paige erotically mewled skyward with their sweat-sheened and shapely curves pressing harder together than ever, the mistress clearly lost in the throes of ecstasy from Lucia's barking practically putting her over the moon. Paige knew that if by some minute chance she officially lost this battle, the war was already won right here with the damage done to Lucia's heroic pride. A lustful shudder went down her spine as her moistened nethers still rubbing up against Lucia with Paige very nearly climaxing right than and there...but Paige's word was her bond. And luckily she still enough self-control to reel herself back from the brink.

"Ara~...Now to fulfill my end of the bargain~..." Paige uttered while beginning to haul the both of them back to their feet, but Paige suspiciously still keeping the excruciating submission in place. "...but I never said how I would release you, did I?" Paige eerily stated before collapsing to her back once more for an attempted double underhook DDT, finally releasing Lucia afterwards.

What she thought at first what was cold, was actually moist. Every time Paige dragged herself up against Lucia’s bare midriff she could feel it all. It left her flustered and blushing, this helpless feeling as her adversary literally was having her way with her. She had never felt so powerless and her for was beyond enjoying it… she was getting off on this.

Her head hung a bit lower as the last of her struggling died out as Paige belittled her as the mutt she had become. She was so done with this rollercoaster of a match. She didn't even care if she won at this point, she just wanted it to end. With her freedom, she was presented another chance to salvage this situation, freeing her from the need to simply tap.

She staggered to her feet, twisting a jerking as Paige kept the greater portion of the hold locked in. “You said you would let me go…” Lucia’s growl rumbled in the back of her throat.” her eyes lightened with the realization was Paige spoke. She had made a deal with the devil, where everything had more than one meaning. The terms of the agreement had been vague, she should have known.

Lucia let out a frustrated cry as she was dragged back to the mat, promptly silenced as her head impacted the canvas. Her body tensed like a board on impact as her body screamed in pain. She remained vertical for a brief moment before her body collapsed forward, flopping limply onto her back.

Her eyelids fluttered as she lay face up on the canvas, groaning softly. She didn't move, didn't stand, just remained down on the canvas. She was the better fighter. She knew it. She could pound Paige into a fine pulp… but why was she the one laid out? She tried to sit herself up, back leaving the mat every so slightly before her body shook and gave out. She dropped back to the mat, closing her eyes as she panted. Was it over? Was this how she was going to lose her first match? To this woman off all people?

A clever bit of wordplay can go a long way towards separating your average henchmen from the truly despicable scoundrels and upper echelons of the villainous elite. The phrase 'the devil is in the details' perhaps never having more relevancy than in this one moment. The dastardly trickery behind Paige's words not dawning unto the wolf-girl until she was already stiff as a plank after having been DDT'd with ring-shaking repercussions.

Paige herself remained splayed out beside Lucia with a sinful smile on her lips, panting heavily and in a state of blissful delirium as if the antagonistic pair had just rocked eachother's world. Which given your own interpretation of the night's event's, may have actually been the god's honest truth. Eventually she shuffled herself back to a seated position before rising back up fully to stand over Lucia. Her cheeks flushed red as she took the time to appreciate the beauty in the fallen wolf hero's helpless portrayal while licking her lips seductively.

"Mmm...To think I'd have this much fun with you, and I haven't even gotten a chance to use my whip or any of my other lovely toys~..." Paige purred before reaching down to escort her wolfen plaything back to her feet by that raggedy mane of hers, the lustful domme not missing the chance to have Lucia's cheek rub up against her sexy abdomen and between her shapely breasts on her way towards standing back up. Paige held Lucia in a tender yet possessive fashion as if the wolf-girl was now her personal property. She locked eyes with her and wrapped one arm around Paige's back with the other hand shuffling behind her to clamp firmly onto and give a massaging squeeze to that lovely rump of hers.

"...*giggle*...Oh, well. Something to look forward to in the sequel I suppose. But since my little doggie's been such a good girl tonight, I'd say you've earned yourself a very...special...treat~..." Paige gently whispered with her lasting words drawing them closer before continuing where they left off earlier. With a kiss that left nothing to be desired. The domme hummed sweetly while taking her time in tasting Lucia's soft lips before adding her swirling tongue into the mix, kneading Lucia's ass in the part of the show where the once noble hero becomes corrupted from the dark and villainous kiss that usually took an entire season for them to rehab from and turn back to normal...if they ever did.