Sion Eltnam vs Mistress Paige: It's just basic chemistry! (For Killcarrion)

Once again caught up in the villain's clutches, the purplehead felt familiar sparks of irritation starting to get through her attempts to analyze the situation for a way out. Thinking clearly about the whole thing was a tricky thing when she'd been stymied at every turn, caught up again and again in Paige's clutches, the woman seeming only slightly bothered by her resistance. As if that wasn't bad enough, the heady closeness was working at her mind as well, the warmth and softness of Paige pressing up against her even as she kept that harsh lock on tight making it harder to focus on finding a way out.

Just then, the purplehead noticed that one of her arms had been released, only to find herself shivering and gasping in Paige's grasp as the woman trailed down her side and up along her inner thigh. Sion's eyes widened and her face lit up in a blush as her captor trailed back up, offering the crowds a tempting glimpse of the Egyptian's panties as her fingers caressed her clothed crotch. A high-pitched gasp squeaked past her lips as she tried in vain to twist her hips away, only succeeding in pressing herself more into the domme's touch. Then the feeling of Paige's cheek pressing up against her own registered, the purplehead only able to manage a side-long glance as the woman's infuriating remark sparked indignant fury, only for her affections to smother those sparks soon after.

"Sh-shut, ah, shut up," she groaned out, eyes alight with defiance even as her body refused her commands, "Not done, nnn, yet."

The trick for any pioneering villianess intent on subjugating a stalwart hero, or intellectual tacticians with purple-haired ponytails, believing themselves to be incorruptible is to not just make ones grasp snugly affixed to make the concept of escaping a seemingly hopeless endeavor...but make their imprisonment such a sinful slice of heaven that they'd begin to question whether or not freedom is what they truly desired. Forging a prison in the hero's mind is where the true bedrock of villainous enslavement is established...and given Sion's quivering trembles and mewling gasps from the dominatrix's faintest touch caressing her most sensitive of areas, Paige was quite confident that she was well on her way towards acquiring a freshly tamed and pony-tailed pet in the near future.

"Ara~...Not done, you say? Well, from what I can tell, I'd say you're on your way towards finishing, wouldn't you agree?~..." Mirthful giggles and wafting warmth could be felt against the side of Sion's lush lips, whose squirming resistance only brought upon further hugging friction between her pert rump and the domme's nuzzling crotch. A delightful trap that only became more unbearably affectionate the more Sion resisted, and one that Paige had no intention of easing up on until she'd softened up this strategic tactician until she was nothing but malleable putty in her fiendish clutches. Paige treating her prey to a heavenly level of massaging bliss upon her ladyhood, yearning to have her foe continue to struggle valiantly and pitifully resist what her wriggling body was so obviously welcoming~...

Though Sion was caught up quite thoroughly in Paige's clutches, the domme's pun still got a groan out of her that was decidedly not borne of pleasure. It didn't last long, however, the taller woman's tantalizing touch drawing her back into the sickly sweet trap that Paige had entangled her in. The heated touching and rubbing sending shivers up her spine was one thing, but the embarrassment of being so thoroughly entrapped so early in the match was quite another.

Already a tiny part of her couldn't help admitting that this was quite nice despite everything, a part that Sion quickly pushed down, though not without some difficulty. Her hips wiggled and bucked in Paige's grasp, trying to pull away only to find nowhere to go with the domme pressing so firmly against her, her hips against her rear and those breasts pressing into her back and forcing her to push her own chest out a little.

Sion bit at the corner of her lip as she tried to push against all that and look at the facts of the matter. Paige was pressed up snugly against her, she had one arm free, and the other pretty close to the domme's head. She had the feeling that the domme would simply follow after her if she tried to pull away, and with that an idea hit her.

"N-not so sure about finishing," Sion managed to get out, bringing her free arm up and wrapping around Paige's head to plant it firmly on her shoulder. The purplehead would leap up and forward, trying to pull Paige down into a sudden Stunner!

"Definitely making some progress, though!" she finished.

All manner of titillating prospects infested Paige's salacious mindscape throughout the course of her enthralling hypnosis of her pony-tailed prey. Dog collars and leashes always being a reliable choice when it comes to first breaking in a newly tamed servant entranced by the shadowed bliss she offers to downtrodden heroes. Or in this case, adorably stubborn tacticians fighting as much against themselves and their own desires as the depraved villianess' wicked temptations. Paige noticing the uptick in her breathing rate and crimson rouge coloring her facials since first becoming entrapped within her stifling submission, all of which just made Sion that much more captivatingly cute as she squirmed and struggled in vain to escape what she felt deep within...

Tasteful kisses planted along Sion's neck to ensure her mind stayed in a flummoxed haze, the tactician's struggling motions to escape not gaining her any headway and only serving to exhaust her further. Paige aspiring to whittle away at her adversary's endurance until she was nothing but malleable puddy to be reformed to her liking, and Sion's arm hooking beneath Mistress' chin seemed to be an indicator of Sion begrudgingly accepting her fated servitude to her evil overlord...until those lustful aspirations became undone by Sion collapsing down to her rump with Paige tugged along for the ride before getting her jaw rocked in the savage stunner. One that'd make the ring quake somewhat and have her whiplash backwards to a splayed out slump, one leg bending at the knee with her right hand massaging her chin with a wincing grimace.

Embarrassing as her imprisonment within Paige's clutches had been, how easily Sion had started to doubt whether escaping would be worth it was more embarrassing still. Freedom, on the other hand, had made things clearer than she could hope for within the sultry, sweet embrace of the taller woman. That, and the suppressed satisfaction of knocking Paige flat on her ass with the stunner, something that even Sion couldn't stop from bringing a small smile to her face.

Still, it would be foolish to stop now, with only one blow of retribution. She knew she couldn't let up now that she had Paige down on the mat, and she had no intention to. Pushing herself through the pleasurable tingles and stretching the domme had put her through already, Sion ran straight for the ropes.

Instead of simply hurling herself at them, however, the purplehead leapt, her hands catching on the top rope and her feet catching on the middle, the ropes flexing outwards as they absorbed her momentum. Sion looked back at Paige, already judging the distance as she leapt back off the ropes, arcing gracefully through the air as she came down from on high, tucking and rolling to try to slam down on the domme's midsection knees first in a thunderous Meteora!

Paige truly believed herself to have enraptured this irksome tactician well enough to have her forego even thinking about attempting to escape her luscious clutches. Or at the very least she thought that she was on the cusp of attaining such sensual mastery over her adversary. Whereupon a well timed finisher could seal the deal for her if lulling her into a passionate submission didn't pan out as she had preferred. Regrettably neither outcome would end up happening after Sion managed to outwit the nefarious villianess into quite literally falling for her own trap this time around with jaw-smashing repercussions.

"Hnnn...Not enough progress, I guess..." Paige grumbled out while remaining splayed out, than motioning her right hand to start massaging her throbbing jaw while beginning to shuffle up to a seated position. Regrettably too stunned to notice the pony-tailed tactician taking to the sky, nor was she nimble enough to avoid having her midsection caved in by Sion's tucked in knees in a booming impact. Paige huffing out the air in her lungs in a puff-cheeked exhalation before wrapping her arms around her stomach, the dominatrix doing so while rolling a few feet away before attempting to at least get her knees under her.

Anyone else might have been elated as they landed an acrobatic knee-drop from the top rope. Even Sion couldn't deny feeling a certain satisfaction in taking the wind out of the dastardly villainess's sails like this, her lips curling up slightly as she watched Paige roll away, even as the impact drew a quiet grunt from her as well. Still, Sion recovered faster, and she was all too aware she had to press her advantage as soon as she could.

"Quite," she said curtly, tones still a little breathy as she finished catching hers, the sensual aftermath of the domme's assault had taken its toll far more than the physical assault she'd weathered. Still, she could recover from both this early in the match, but so could Paige, if given the chance to.

A flashier wrestler might have let the older woman get up more, set up for something flashier. Maybe a Shining Wizard once she got a foot under her, or springboarding off the ropes for another swift aerial. The pony-tailed tactician had something much simpler in mind. Sion strode up to Paige as the domme struggled up to her knees, her long braid swaying slightly with the motion, before opting to make another display of her flexibility, on her own terms instead of Paige's. In one smooth motion, Sion stretched one leg up into the air almost vertically, giving anyone brave enough to look a fair bit to stare at, before swiftly bringing it down again, her heel swinging down at the back of Paige's head like a headsman's axe, Sion trying to knock her back down with a swift axe kick!

Paige was earnestly wondering why wrestlers fight so fervently to escape her loving clutches. Surely it would have made for an appealing conclusion to the match, and potentially for later that night, if they simply submitted to their inhibitions and discovered a world of pure decadence and salacious rapture thanks to Mistress' tender guidance. Ugh...instead they needlessly scrape, claw, and fight back like petulant children refusing to be sent to bed for their own good. It was a mystery to this day in regards to why she must fight so doggedly to bring such sensual enlightenment to her forlorn adversaries, but what most definitely wasn't a mystery was why the battered dominatrix was experiencing such spastic coughing fits at this particular moment.

"...hggh...o...ow..." Paige stirred listlessly with some hacking breaths before managing to settle down her diaphragm and begin wearily shuffling upward towards her hands and knees. Luckily, Paige was accustomed to far more lethal blows and strikes thanks to having earned the ire of her wolfen lady friend Lucia during their first match. As a matter of fact, Paige felt well-prepared to withstand most any other's striker's blows after having gotten walloped with punches packing the centrifugal force of pint-sized dump-trucks. Not to say they still didn't have the intended effect of course, as Paige had only just begun to ascend when the back of her head was smacked down upon by Sion's uplifted leg to a thudding collision. Paige slumping back down to the canvas in a hazed fog that would take even longer for her to recoup from before attempting to get back to her feet again.

Striking the domme down like this was surprisingly satisfying, all things considered. Though Sion's body was still flushed with the arousal Paige had brought on and the cold analysis she usually brought to matches was starting to give way to a heated rush, she couldn't deny a certain satisfaction in hammering Paige down like a tent peg again. While the taller woman recovered from the axe kick, Sion glanced around the ring again, taking a quick moment to evaluate her options.

Satisfying as it was, Paige was recovering from the purplehead's blows surprisingly quickly, too quick to risk a trip under the ring for a weapon or for her mist. They were rather close to the center, somewhere she wouldn't want to be if the domme caught her in another submission, but they were still closer to the ropes...

Ah, that'll do it.

Sion's eyes lit up with an idea just then, the purplehead leaning down to get the domme up to her feet, grabbing a fistful of those raven locks to encourage her to get up and drag her near a turnbuckle. Once she was up, Sion was off again, the Egyptian running off to the ropes, jumping up onto the middle ropes, then leaping off them to come flying at Paige, trying to catch the domme's head between her thighs. If she could manage that, the purplehead would swing her weight around to try to throw Paige headfirst into the corner with a swift hurricana!

Paige may not have thought so at the time, but becoming paired with Lucia Lynch for her premiere match was fortuitous in ways besides her becoming amorously affectionate towards her wolfen adversary. Lucia having absolutely zero qualms when it came to unleashing one savage barrage after another when it came to those ferocious strikes of hers, which admittedly left the vaudevillian battered and bruised in ways she was more accustomed to donning with the use of television makeup aesthetics. However, that pummeling experience allowed the dominatrix to develop a battle-hardened endurance level towards strikes that was becoming integral in her not becoming overwhelmed by Sion's volley of kicks. A present of sorts given to her by Lucia, but one that Paige feared she may wish to re-gift one day should they ever cross paths in the ring one day.

Not to say that the vile villianess was not rattled from the blunt axe kick, who was still dizzied and dazed by the time Sion would begin repositioning the swirly-eyed actress towards another part of the ring. The writing seemingly being on the wall at this point, and what was written were the details of the purple-haired tactician's impending victory. Especially when she'd managed to gracefully situate herself atop Paige's shoulders with a nimble hop after springing off of the middle ropes. At first Paige appeared to be helplessly going along with the swinging flow, but once Sion was upside-down, Paige would stiffen her posture...and twirl the tactician back in the opposite direction to become seated once again. Except now with Paige's eyes closed with tender and nuzzling affectionate hummed into Sion's mushed muff. A caressing hand brought about to Sion's rump as well...