Making an Impression

The Irish woman was enjoying the little bit of cat and mouse play. Any time she started to slip away the larger woman was able to pull her back so easily and resume slapping her palm against her supple backside. The clapping stink felt invigorating, but the image of the scene, her bent over this sexy, powerful woman's knee like this was what was turning her on even more. It was hard to keep from moaning to be slapped harder… she was trying to keep the illusion alive that she was still fighting after all.

Lyla helped as she was bit. Her opponent seemed to love the way she tasted and squirmed. The sensation of the other woman's features pressing against her raw flesh felt good though. The heat from her face almost soothing her beaten backside. In the back of her mind she found herself pitying Ellie again. Her partner would have hated to be in this position. The embarrassment would have killed her. Lyla though? If the pain in her rear wouldn't have been unbearably distracting, she could have stayed like this for awhile more.

"Feh... would say bite me, but that's redundant." Thorn though had other ideas, not one to draw out the moment to the point of ruining the fun. The pink haired girl didn't put up a fight when arms wrapped around her. She was starting to feel a bit of fatigue between the rough treatment as well as expended energy used pretending to escape. So when she was brought up and unceremoniously slammed back down, it looked especially viscous… she could attest that it felt nearly as painful as it looked.

She wheezed, one eye wide and unblinking while the other was pinched into a squint, arching her back to writhe on the apron. She hadn't been given any time to really absorb what happened before a hard shove sent her rolling into the ring. Shoulder over shoulder she carries the momentum, coming to a natural stop on her back, arms and legs unfurling to leave her played out. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breathing and the occasional groan from her aching other side pressed to the canvas.

This had Rose’s attention.

Granted, she hadn’t been ignoring the fight up until this point, but she’d been watching the screen as things went to the ringside, more than happy to see Thorn tan Lyla’s hide in glorious giant HD. It wouldn’t have been too much of an issue moving over to the side of the ring to get a better view, but she didn’t want to intrude too much. The two of them clearly were building a rapport, and the last thing she wanted to do was get in the way.

But now that the fight was coming back into the ring, her attention was drawn again, and she leaned over the ropes as Thorn pushed Lyla all the way in. She could tell from the way her partner was getting up on the apron, the way she was grabbing the ropes, the deep breath she was taking - she was getting ready to fly. Just a little. This would be a sight to see.

Thorn herself was full of jitters as she looked on and tried to gauge the distance. This was another one of those things that she’d done in practice, but never in a real match, and the high-risk element took some consideration. She was keeping a smile on, looking confident, but that wasn’t the full story on the inside.

But she had to do this. Needed to. Their team had to make a big splash. So…

Thorn grabbed the ropes, pulled back, then yanked her way over the ropes, somersaulting her way in. She tucked her legs and came down on her opponent’s chest from above, attempting to slam into her chest with a crushing Senton Bomb.

"Augh… shit." Lyla lifted her head, likely with the intention of sitting up only to have her body veto that notion. Back down she went with a soft thump and a huff, unable to make the rise at the moment. She didn't normally put forth much effort into these things. It's why Ellie tended to beat her in their spars and why her small stints in lesser feds had been fairly uninspired as far as her record went. She didn't really care about winning which was something a lot of her last opponents had picked up on and often times exploited. A little rubbing here, a nuzzle there… she recalled an especially lovely girl from wrestling camp with a stellar rack who kept her in a headlock for well over five minutes straight. Ellie had been pretty pissed about losing that match.

She liked Rose and Thorn. They were full on into the end of what made wrestling other women so enjoyable for her. That air of confidence and control they both exuded though, it was a natural trigger for her. The more they wanted her to act one way the more she wanted to oppose them. Going softly and silently wasn't really an option here, not like the one Ellie had gotten. Thorn was making sure to string her along like a little tease and for that the Irish woman was willing to give her as much hell as humanly possible… when able anyhow.

Her eyes drifted to the looking shadow of a figure closing in, unsure of what she was seeing until Thorn's weight came crashing down across her body to roll through. Her body buckled with the impact, the air knocked clean out of her by the solid heavy hit. With her opponent right there, she tried to reach out of kick out a leg… anything to grab hold of the Aussie to make her pay. She couldn't manage it, only able to flop her limbs for the briefest of moments

Success!

It took real restraint not to leap for joy after landing that senton, nailing it flawlessly - well, for the most part. She meant to hit Lyla more with the middle of her back than the lower, got a little more of her rump into the action than she had planned for, but it was acceptable. It did the job. Lyla was left sufficiently flattened underneath, and after all the battering she’d taken in the past minute or so, it was unlikely that she could muster up enough strength to escape a pinfall. The match was secure. Their superiority was clear.

Which meant one thing - playtime. They’d promised Lyla special treatment, and it was time they delivered.

Rose had been looking on with real pride, nodding as Thorn pumped her fist. The two of them exchanged glances and nodded in unison, sharing the same sly smile. Silent agreement. It was that time. ”Thorn, I’m growing a little hungry. Would you mind sharing?” She curled her finger at her partner, a gesture to come hither. ”Just a little?”

”What’s mine is yours.” Thorn reached down and scooped up Lyla’s remains, lifting her off the mat with ease and carrying her to the corner like a bride across the threshhold. She set her opponent up against the turnbuckle and draped her arms over the ropes, letting her stand against them. That alone should’ve been enough to keep her vertical, but just in case, Rose reached through the ropes and took Lyla’s legs, lifting them up and letting them hang on the middle ropes, opening her wide.

Thorn took a step back, smacking her lips, and reached across her chest with both arms, getting a tight hold on her top. Her gaze narrowed as she began to pull her it up, peeling it off the sweaty skin and exposing her full breasts to the air. The crowd cheered the sight, egging her on, but she paid them not a bit of attention. Lyla might as well have been the only woman in the world.

Rose leaned over and whispered in Lyla’s ear, giving the lobe a quick lick before she spoke. ”Guess what happens next.”

Lyla's body had the illusion of weighing more than it was as Thorn scooped her up effortlessly. Dead weight of her limp figure just poured over the sides of the strong arms embracing her to dangle lifelessly. Her head hung back, pink hair disheveled with tight pigtails starting to come apart. She would occasionally writhe and squirm with a groan, but the Aussie's arms provided no room for it, instead keeping her neatly cradled in transit.

Draping her in the corner was as easy as posing a mannequin. Head hung low in defeat as each limb was tucked behind a rope, leaving her neatly suspended in the corner. She let out a labored breath making one last attempt to struggle herself free but nothing really happened. Her figure slumped a bit deeper, and we rolling to her shoulder to peer out at the pair with lidded eyes.

The Irish lass shuddered as Rose's warm wet tongue slipped along her earlobe, tensing up as if someone had just dropped a handful of ice down her shirt. She had an idea what came next, or at least what she wanted to come next. With a great deal of effort Lyla managed to lift her head, resting it back against the ropes. Pink strands of hair lay plastered to her face, covering one of her eyes peered back at Rose.

"Ready to give up then? I  eh heh... I graciously accept your surrender... better luck next time ladies." She began to chuckle weakly, flashing a grin as her visible eye drift
between the two women.

Rose had a dark, deep chuckle at Lyla’s joke, enjoying the younger woman’s sense of humor. Ellie had been pleasant, and she didn’t regret their time together, feeling a bond with the more mature member of this team - but she had to say, she was glad that Thorn’s counterpart was more laid back, eager to take everything she was being given. It was a leeway they would not have enjoyed with the sleeping beauty a few yards away.

Which brought out a funny thought. Ellie struck Rose as the type to watch her matches, to try and learn. Would she look back and see what happened while she was asleep? Oh, God, she hoped so. All the more reason to put on a show. The thought of Ellie in a room, in the dark, watching her friend’s passion and resisting all those urges…

It was enough to make Rose shudder, now, and she had to vent that lust by leaning over and taking her fill of Lyla’s mouth, suckling at her lips and dipping her tongue inside for a wet kiss. Just a moment’s diversion, something to keep the crowd hot. Not that it was all that needed, since they seemed to enjoy Thorn’s striptease enough.

The Austrailian domme had just finished peeling her top off and throwing it outside the ring, letting it land just far enough for the crowd to think they could reach for it, but not close enough for them to really do it. ”Hey!” She half-barked, half-yelled their way, letting Rose enjoy the kiss for a couple more moments before she strode over. Her chest, big and bouncing and bountiful, swayed with each step she took, glistening with sweat, every bit as vibrant as Rose’s. ”You’re gonna kiss my girl, you’ve gotta do it right. Watch.”

Thorn pressed her thigh in between Lyla’s legs, pinned her against the pads, and wrapped her arms around Lyla’s neck, holding her close. She licked her lips once, getting them nice and moist, then moved in for the kill. Her kiss was like everything else involving her - brash, wild, violent. She crashed their mouths together, plunging her tongue deep, conquering Lyla’s tongue claiming dominance of her teeth, exploring every inch she could reach. She moved away for half a second, just to growl and get more breath, before plunging in for a second helping.

”There.” She sighed as she pulled away after a moment, keeping their foreheads pressed together and staring, eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose. ”My kiss is better, right?”

Just as her will to keep her head raised had started to falter, Rose graciously moved into to provide the girl greater motivation to carry on. Her frame tensed for just a moment before relaxing back into her suspended state to go on whatever wild ride the redhead was offering. The time for resisting had come to a close, beaten down to the point she had very little left to off to stop either woman even if she wanted. She exhaled dreamily into Rose's kiss, happy to the small moment of relief.

The ropes freaked against Thorn's weight pushing up against her trapped form, her hands bending at the wrist just slightly when the large woman can crashing up against her lips like a wave. The Irish lass gave a muted squeal that died off quickly, letting this woman ravage her as she saw fit. Melted into the ropes, this was the sort of tag team wrestling she had been missing from her life all these years.

Her eyelids fluttered as their embrace had come to an end, focus drawn down to the woman's shimmering breasts pinning her in place. Her head would have dropped if not for Thorn keeping it raised, forcing the woman to gaze into her eyes by sheer force of will when she spoke. Lyla looked utterly defeated, gold eyes glossy and slow to respond.

"I think I need to try them both again, to compare." Her voice was soft, tired as her forehead rolled a bit against Thorn's. She gave a small chuckle, absolutely spoiled for choice between the two women. They each had something to offer and whatever it was she was pleased as punch to take her fill. She had fought for Ellie already, her partner wouldn't be able to argue with her over that.

Lyla wanted more.

Lyla would get more.

Rose and Thorn were all too happy to oblige her request, moving and taking their turns.

Rose would pull Lyla’s head to the side and licked about her mouth, lathering it up before she softly brought their lips together. Thorn would claim the mouth with hers wide open, scratching the edges with her teeth, almost biting and kissing as the same time.

Rose would come in with pecks, light kisses, giving Lyla the quickest tastes of honey and daring her to try for more. Thorn’s tongue would leave a trail of saliva that went all the way up her chest, until she plunged into Lyla’s mouth and sucked on it so hard that she drew her victim’s tongue out with her.

Rose was subtle, swift, soft. Thorn was rough, rowdy, ravaging. And whenever one was busy with her turn, the other would stay busy, finding some spot on Lyla’s body to grope and fondle. A breast, a cheek, a thihg. Something. Everything.

They loved it, the crowd loved it, Lyla certainly did, and even the referee seemed to be blushing as she enjoyed the best view in the house for this debauchery. But this was a match, still, and not one under hentai rules. Although…

”This? This is fun.” Thorn stood straight and reached behind Lyla’s hair, getting a tight grip. She didn’t yank hard, though. Just got her a nudge, enough to bring this lovely lips to one of her hardened nipple. She was fairly sure her new pet could get the implication and figure out what was expected of. If she didn’t, minor education would be needed. ”But we’ve still got to wrap this up, right? Submission or pinfall. Really gonna suck, wrecking you after you get a happy ending.”

Rose slid her hands into Lyla’s undergarmets, squeezing the cheeks, digging her nails in to see just how well that spanking had lingered. ”Now, now. Pain isn’t the only way to get a submission.” Her fingers went deeper, slithering between Lyla’s legs until they found the bottom of sweltering pussy. A curious finger grazed over the edge, threatening to do far more. ”Let’s play a game, shall we?”

Despite her inclination towards a certain closeness with the female form, Lyla hadn't been with terribly many women before. Sure there were some joking romps back in high school during parties when she had been shoved in a closet with someone or dared to come on to another girl, but those things were just fun child's play.

These days, trying to find a steady woman was hard. Addie from a few hook up outside the ring, the only other thing she had going for her was wrestling as an outlet. It was an easy one to fulfil. Hungry talent were more than happy to humor her once rumors had started to spread how easy it was to take her down if you threw in some grinding or kisses. Not that they were untrue or anything. It had become almost expected to get locked into a compromising hold and submitted or pulled into a lovestruck stupor before eating a finisher and taking a pin. The only person who hadn't done that after it became public knowledge had been Ellie. Her partner had fought her on the level, the right way. It was after that grueling match they had become friends.

Locked in the corner with two willing women that wanted her was like a dream come true. The scent of sweat, saliva and sex radiating from them was intoxicating engraving her with each passing moment the three shared. Lyla didn't have anything left to give, no real fight left in her. It was lucky they had saved this for now and worked to push her early on. Had they started like this, they would have found out what everyone else back home knew already and found her just as submissive to this treatment in defeat as she was fresh faced.

Her body burned with desire with each puppeteering kiss leading her along wherever either woman wanted to take her. Her muffled moans reflecting each differing approach as one that was more than worthy to get her going. So when Thrown had put her to task to participate, she was more than happy to try. She winced at the tug of her hair, but gave a small laugh as it woke her from her passive state of soaking this all in.

Presented with Thorn's chest, she wouldn't have ever needed prompting to lean her head forward, wrapping her lips around her nipple. She drew in slowly, suckling at the woman until she found herself too weak to create any more of a vacuum between the two. The Aussie tasted different than her kisses, something she noted in the back of her head as her tongue flicked over the hardened nub. A playful swirl around the woman's areola before she brought her teeth in, pinching that nipple between them and giving a few small greedy give as she sucked and lashed at it with her tongue again.

The Irish woman jerked a bit at the stabbing pain of nails in her raw backside, drawing in a hard hissing breath while unintentionally biting down on Thorn a bit harder than she had intended to. She moaned against the Aussie's breast as Rose explored, making her buckle visibly in body and efforts with Thorn with even the faintest of brushes. These two had worked her over hard with great expertise, it was pretty clear it wouldn't take much to push her over under normal circumstances… but a game? She was listening.

Lyla wasn’t the only one curious about where this was all going. Thorn was enjoying the moment, loving the way the two of them shared their opponent like an all-you-could-eat buffet, but she knew this would have to come to an abrupt end. She found herself wishing that they’d waited for a hentai match, but if they did, they probably wouldn’t have gotten to meet these two lovelies. They likely would’ve gotten a pair of women similar to their own tastes, which wouldn’t be a bad thing...but definitely less interesting. Ellie’s resistance and Lyla’s acceptance made them such a fun pair to wrestle with, was far more of a thrill than a one-off hentai match would’ve been. These two were something special, and she was already hoping their paths would cross again in the future. Private or public, she’d be happy with it.

But Rose’s suggestion took her by surprise. Her head canted to the side, a quirk of the eyebrow. ”Game, huh?” She let out a surprise moan, as Lyla’s talented tongue and teeth hit a tender spot, then focused back on her partner. As much as one could in the present situation. ”I’m listening.”

”A game. A deal. Two ways to look at it.” Rose pulled Lyla’s head back, pulling those lips off of Thorn’s tender tit. The big woman had a disappointed sigh, but soon found other things to occupy her time, kissing down Lyla’s body, working her way lower with each passing second, licking away the sweat and replacing it with steamy saliva. It was enough to keep the audience engaged - they didn’t know what was going on, and they didn’t seem to care much as long as it was hot.

Rose pulled her hand out of Lyla’s pants and brought a wet, slick finger to her lips, savoring the taste. ”We want to win. You want to cum. So we’re going to bring you to the edge, right to the edge…” She brought her lips close to Lyla’s just an inch away, enough for their breaths to slip in and out between them. ”...and keep you there. Right there. Until you submit. The loudest, longest submission you can give. Make us work for it. Make us earn it.”

Thorn, who’d just made her way down to Lyla’s waist, looking up with a fiendish grin. ”T & D? I’m down.” She started to pull down the panties, exposing them to the fresh air once again, hunger taking over her features. ”Most have to pay extra for this, but you…”

The aussie bruiser went to work without another word, letting her tongue slide along the slit of Lyla’s pussy, running up along the length and down again. It was a slow, deliberate movement, one that gauged just how hot her opponent was. She could tell the woman was on the edge, the constant teasing in this match taking its toll, and she wanted to give in - there was no doubt that they could get a submission this way. The only question was how long Lyla could hold out, how much effort she was going to devote in survival. She was playful, but ran ragged. Did she have the stamina? The will?

One way to find out.