Evening gown match: Ailinn vs Amaya

Three pin evening gown match
Attire: evening gowns
Winning conditions:
Frst Pin has to be on the dance floor fully dressed. Next fully dressed pin can be on the bed - 1 point
Pin on the bed while topless . 1 point
Pin on the bed while naked  - 1 point
Loser will be hogtied
Hentai allowed


"But Garuga-sama, nobody will remember that. It was nearly two years ago..."
Amaya explained while she looked at herself in the mirror in her black evening gown dress, talking in a last ditch effort to avoid getting thrown into this type of match again. Granted, her massage business and the generous loan that AFW had granted her to open it were not big internet giant enterprises, but it was enough to stay afloat. If there only wasn´t this damn side clause that also made her a wrestler!

The bigger girl in the background, Garuga Ise, just shook her head. People remembered, and the internet in fact never forgot.
"You have no idea. If I open a discussion in any forum or on twitter right now with my phone, you can be sure that in let´s say six hours I will find ten jokers who can recite all the feuds for the year 1995 and how this was great and how that was garbage. Besides, numbers don´t lie. Your match with Miss Ashcroft was a seller."
She replied, giving the smaller girl a little pat on the shoulder before moving her into the gorilla position.

Outside, the titantron sparked to live, giving sight on a foggy castle with a trail of bats leaving the castle while a lone wolf howled at the moon. Under the screen, greenish smoke began to erupt from the bottom in small wells.
"This is Castle Ashcroft. It is a old, haunted castle whose Vampire master sends her minions all around the world to find worthy additions for her retinue."
A narrative voice explained while the noble image of Luna Ashcroft appeared in a transparent way over the castle, swirling a ghostly glass of wine in one of her hands.
"One of these unlucky minions is the gentlewoman Amaya, who was long ago bewitched and overwhelmed by her mistress."
The titantron showed the dreamy eyed, tied at the hands and naked except for her shoes and stockings Amaya right after the match. Then it turned dark.
"Now she has been sent into the realm of the Gaelic conqueror IMPERIOS AILINN BYRNE to secure another, higher powered minion for her mistress! Will the conqueror prove to be a superior foe for the gentlewoman on a mission and send her home as a package and a message? Or will the conqueror be the conquered tonight and end up tied on her own bed? STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!"

Amaya had been briefed very careful for this match, management had high hopes on this sequel for her highly successful match with Luna.
So when she stepped out to her theme, she was only wearing her regular stockings and her trademark umbrella while dressed into this dress.
Her makeup was even paler than usual, and her lips had some really small drips of blood painted on. Her eyes were surrounded by a decent shade of black so that she would appear more gothic fashioned and dark.

The arena itself was a dance floor with a hallway leading to another room that would come into use in the match too. No other dancers were there tonight, but there were separate, glass covered cabins for high prominence guests that had paid good money to see the first part of the match in person.

Inside of her bedroom in her studio apartment in the outskirts of the city Ailinn would be sat in a footstool in front of her mirror wearing only some sexily laced brack lingerie. She crossed her legs while helping some stockings into her lower limbs. She had to admit she loved the feeling of tight hosiery against her skin so she would always use an opportunity to wear it. And apparently she had a golden chance that night. While she stood up looking at her figure in the mirror the Irish took the letter and reviewed it for a last time. The writing was intricate and a little bit pompous for her style, but always in the letter had an intended motive. It read like this:



That wasn’t the only thing inside the envelope however. With a sigh Ailinn took a small piece of paper. It looked like the paper was torn apart out from some notebook or similar. The handwriting looked more like some scribbling and the person who wrote it obviously had no time to collect their words and was scared of something or someone. The message was simple though, all written in capital letters: “NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. BE CAREFUL. IT’S A TRAP” Ailinn wasn’t going to fall so easily for such a clumsy attempt of sassy flattery. There was some dark intentions behind that letter and the way the people behind it thought about Ailinn’s intelligence to see through the ruse offended the Irish. Even so the Imperious was grateful at whoever tried to warn her even at their risk.

For some time she thought about what to do about it. Obviously the people behind this had strong connections with her because they knew about her job in the AFW and about her private address, so at least they should have some connection to the AFW as well. She ruled out the most dangerous possibilities soon enough so she decided the best way to get everyone involved was to spring the trap and see. And there she was, getting ready to go into the Devil’s Pit.

Spoiler:

She applied some perfume on her wrists, on her neck and on her generous cleavage and then she got one of her favourite night gowns from her closet. While slipping into the silky fabric some memories came to her mind from another times she had worn that beautiful dress. No matter how she tried it was hard to think on a single one in which she hadn’t ended up getting it ripped from her by another woman. After a final look of approval at the mirror Ailinn took a couple of dark green heels that matched with her hair and looked at the clock on her wall: 20:57.

Her doorbell rang just at 21 hours. Whoever wrote that letter was indeed quite exact and meticulous in their planning. What Ailinn found when opening the door was an elegant dressed chauffeur who would greet her with politeness and then would guide her towards the backseat of a very expensive and classy looking car. Inside the passenger’s cabin was separated from the driver’s by a tinted glass so she couldn’t get any conversation or information from this man. Some spirituous beverages were displayed in a tray close to her seat but Ailinn was wise enough to give in to alcoholic consumption just before the unknown.

The trip was comfortable since the car was quite spacious, but it was also boring since she had no conversation and she couldn’t look through the windows because they were tinted in order for her not to know where they were heading. After what seemed to be 30 minutes more or less the car stopped and the chauffeur opened her door. They were in a pompously decorated room it was hard to identify it as a garage. Finally the man guided her through some elegant corridor until a big door. He invited her to go on her own from here and said his farewells with extreme courtesy. Ailinn reached to the double-leaf door and pushed.

The ballroom behind it was breathtaking. The door lead to a balcony which elevated above a wonderful dancing floor with tiles of colours. Every few meters there were ebony and golden adorned columns and everything had a very luxurious vibe to it. But the most prominent thing of this wonderful room was that it was completely empty, no one waiting for her or the ball to start. With the sound of her heels against the floor as only company Ailinn would go down the steps of the overlooking balcony into the center of the dancing floor and waited for something to happen while the sensacion of multiple eyes gazing at her took the Irish not by surprise.

"And so, the Imperious conqueror arrived for her date with destiny."
said an invisible voice from the ceiling once Ailinn had stepped down the stairs. Once she had arrived on the dance floor, the image of a hooded female sage sitting on a desk with quill and ink jar in the form of a dark hearth with wings had appeared. Her face was totally swallowed by darkness, but green emeralds glimmered from under the hood. The paying audience came out of the shadows to clung, press on or lean against the glassy walls in anticipation after the sage had appeared, who then took her time for a dramatic pause.

Amaya had a big knot in her stomach as she stood a little bit around on the balcony she had been parked in until her opponent would arrive. She knew already how this match would take place and what she had to do to win from Garuga-sama, but her opponent had been surprised by an invitational letter from what she had heard, so she jumped just a little with a little *eep* voice when the hologram of the sage had appeared and heralded her opponent.

Taking the dramatic pause as a signal, she would nearly levitate down the steps of the stairs that led down with a more than light but also swaying step to confront Ailinn, her hand playing with her Umbrella by twirling it slowly around its own axis before she took a stance in the middle of the dance floor, striking a long practiced pose by unveiling one of her shapely legs from the protection of her evening dress. After years of walking in geta shoes and appearances in Kabuki, a pair of high heels and an evening dress posed absolutely no challenge for her abilities to walk down a flight of stairs in that way.

"As a woman bend on conquest, it was obvious that there was only a single guest in the evening that was of any consequence for the Conqueror. The fashion she wore would quickly identify her as a messenger from a distant but also dreaded land of supposed darkness under the rule of a mysterious mistress of the night."
The sage began to talk again while Amaya would close her very light going and simple umbrella with one hand before she put it into an Umbrella holder placed at the outer rim of the dance floor placed there extra for it to mot let it tumble on the dance floor between the two wrestlers. Then she would put on the smallest of smiles for her opponent, suppressing her reflex to bow respectfully for her because it would break kayfabe at this point.
"According to the ancient rules of the sisterhood of seduction, the two had to fight in two stages and for three falls. The first one is while all clothes are on. The second one is topless. The third one is nude. The first fall in the match has to be on the dance floor, all other falls are made in the bedroom. Sensual seduction is encouraged, bondage with special stripes is allowed. Strikes, punches, brutal submissions and suplexes on hard objects are banned. After the third fall has happened, the loser has to be hogtied."

Ailinn almost startled when a hologram suddenly appeared in front of her. The note she received made her alert senses really sharp, she was expecting something, some trap to spring and the sudden appearance almost got her. She raised her eyebrow as the wise figure narrated what she was just doing. Then she noticed someone else in the room. Not a hologram but a real woman gazing at her from the balcony. The stranger would then start her move downstairs towards the Irish.

Ailinn could get something bigger than a glimpse out from this new girl. She carried a very palid looking makeup and was rocking an amazing evening gown. Ailinn couldn’t avoid thinking that she was a sexy woman, even if she didn’t know her intentions yet. But there was something more to this mysterious figure than her looks. Saying that she walked down the steps would be an offensive underestimation of what happened, she pranced as if her heel-clad feet weren’t even touching the floor. From the way she moved swaying her body to how she got rid of her umbrella while flipping it, every move she made looked appealing to the eye and well thought and executed with some finesse only acquaired after a lot of practice.

As if the hologram could read the Imperious’ thoughts she resumed her narration. Ailinn listened patiently while glancing at the other woman with cold eyes. It wouldn’t be a very Conqueror-like move to start falling for every well-looking woman that crossed her path, but if the necessary conditions were met Ailinn could be very interested in this woman. The hologram told that the stranger was an emissary, a lacky of a mistress of the night. At first she thought that she didn’t care about this mistress, but the fact that she decided to send a minion to confront someone like Ailinn instead of going directly was something she couldn’t condone. Her gaze became harder at the girl as she came closer enough for her to notice the small drops of red blood added to her makeup, an obvious attempt to intimidate her. She had to restrain herself not to seethe at her, but luckily the hologram interrupted one more con end its narration.

Apparently the challenge issued to Ailinn had some specific stipulations: both women would face each other in combat but the action would be limited to not excessive use of force. There would be three falls, each one having both contestants less and less clothed until they fight naked in a bedroom. This was an obvious invitation to put seduction skills on the table. Finally, she had to repress a pant when hearing that bondage would be allowed, and that the loser would be hogtied.

When silence returned to the room Ailinn decided it would be up to the Conqueror to breat it, going from a cold tone to a higher one: “Seems like this ‘mistress’ of yours was a fool to send you after me. When this is over I will send you hogtied to her, but not before I break you. You will tell her how foolish was to infuriate the Imperious Ailinn Byrne. Have at you!”

Her opponent for the evening was a good looking, in fact stunningly good looking woman who quickly took on her role as Conqueror by making a rather harsh statement. That was not exactly surprising for the Japanese though, all of her opponents were stunning and most were also very confident. But as timid as Amaya usually was, she knew that there was no actual danger for her involved here, strikes and brutality of all kinds were as usually banned.

The audience had realized who would face the Conqueror, and most people were already very excited how Amaya would be trying to fight her way out of the situation. So some already nestled at their clothes or the clothes of their partners, but this time things would be a little bit different for them. At first, Amaya was booked as the attacker, which was really new for anyone who knew her match progress. Then there was the scenario. Amaya had always been very interested in the acting side of her former profession, and these scenarios actually helped her with the immersion and the nervousness against the prospect of being overwhelmed, pinned, fucked and tied. And finally, she had now made more matches like this and knew that she had to fight smart instead of hard. Her opponent was considerably larger than she was, but she also knew from her match with Luna that being small did not mean that you were weak and being large did not mean that you were super strong.

"Your fury won´t help you here, Ailinn-sama. But rage all you want if you like. You will be a great addition to the court of my mistress after you have been tamed and sent to her."
She replied with the dutiful voice of a confident servant which had the greatest of thrusts into her mistress. She was a vampire thrall after all, so there was no room for doubt in that character. Maybe a little bit regret and pity for her victims from leftover scraps of humanity, but no doubt about the glory of her mistress.

Then the dance would officially be started by the introduction of music.
The arrival of the vampire minion.
Was the first piece of music for the evening. After the first few notes had been played, Amaya would start to move sideward for a circle that would grow smaller and finally end in the arms of Ailinn for the actual dance battle if she was left interrupted, her high heels lightly clacking on the wooden floor in the process.

Ailinn stared coldly at her rival while she made her retort. She knew that being bigger not always meant being stronger or better in a fight so she would never decide to concede into underestimating her opponent. In fact, the woman would be willing to accept that going for a challenge like facing the Imperious and remain this loyal to her master said a lot about both mistress and minion. “If your master think I will serve her she definitely doesn’t know me. When I’m done with you we will have a long talk about her… maybe I will have to pay her a visit.” Said the Irish with a steel cold voice.

Then a melody started coursing through the air. Ailinn was never a woman of musical taste, preferring always silence or ambience sound than the one of music, but even she had to admit that the melody had a lot of different aspects to it. It was very carefully chosen to sound really ominous, like she was being hunted by this mysterious mistress, but it also had a sad interpretation, like the minion in front of her was just one more tool to use in this mysterious master’s plans. Even if that was so Ailinn would have no pity for her opponent since she served a different master bent on conquest, but the only conqueror in that room was the greenette.

Amaya started circling around Ailinn with the music. What started as some wide circle would go narrower until she was at hand’s reach. That was the moment the Irish decided how she was going to start this. She would reach out with her hand to the smaller girl in an inviting manner, like she was just asking her for a dance. If accepted the offer she would suddenly bring her close and wrap her other arm around the vampiress’ waist, getting her so close that she could whisper. “You never told me your name. I like to know the name of the girls I break. But first, let us have our dance, shall we?” she said in a cold dominant way.

The smart marks were probably already applauding the scenario when Ailinn showed her dominant, de facto heelish side, a heel vs heel match so to say. Not that Amaya was very imposing or had shown any heelish tendencies until now, but the scenario was close to perfect for that impression.

"You will of course only answer her questions if you are asked for it. But she will probably tell you that if you visit her. Bowed, bound and gagged.”
Amaya had basically not heard anything about Luna up until lately when she heard that she would face the female knight Triin in a rather similar scenario, so it was pure kayfabe speech she was retorting calmly although this turned out to be harder by the second when her circle came closer to the dominant Irish woman.

She had expected that they would dance at first, but she had not expected how dominant Ailinn preferred to be, so she pretty much had less than a choice and as drawn against the other girl in a close body to body contact where she lingered with widened eyes for a moment until her arm wrapped around the waist of Ailinn too while the other was still held by the hand of her opponent, but her eyes were still glued to the counterpart of the girl she was now basically soaked against. Now she could also notice that she was more on throat level than actually face to face as she was several inches smaller.
"Ah...Amaya. My Name is Amaya, the Gothic Maiko.”

Ailinn would smirk when hearing her rival’s retort. She had to admit that Amaya had some guts to face her and present that kind of frontline against a bigger and more dominant woman. A loyal minion indeed. She would have to work to break that loyalty as well. “Well, Amaya the Gothic Maiko, looks like you don’t understand who you are talking to so I will clear it out for you. I am Ailinn Byrne and I'm not going to be bind or gagged. I’m the one who binds and gags other people. If I ever meet your mistress it will be the day of her undoing, and today it is your turn”

But that would have to wait. After all they were the only attendants to a ball, and as long as there was music they will keep on dancing. Ailinn was for some time with a professional classical dancer so she knew the very basics even if she was far from a pro’s skillset. She carried her rival as long as the other woman allowed it, and if she didn’t she would force it. This was another of Ailinn’s movements towards victory. She wanted to show dominance from the very first steps of this unusual match. Their dancing would be a close one so she would put all of her efforts in making her rival feel her body pressed against the smaller girl, trying to make her unstable for what was going to come. For some time looks like Amaya had some calm before the storm that was coming.

Strange enough, Ailinn and Amaya were pretty much in the same boat. Ailinn who was a pretty nice person in the real world who only played a cold bitch for the show, and Amaya was in no way a loyal vampire minion or a melancholic girl after all. And even if Ailinn would have been a bad girl in real life, she had already met some truly mean bitches in prison and one outside in the form of Brittany Luve, the former friction champion, so she was pretty sure that it could not get much worse. Still she pressed her lips together after the speech of her opponent, silently feeling the impressive strength of the other girl against her own body.

Not very surprisingly, Ailinn would take the lead and force Amaya into being led. That was not so serious as it sounded for the moment, but it showed the audience and Amaya that she meant business. While she was so lead around under passive resistance as good and whenever she could by moving slowly or taking a blockade step, she would paw around on the back of the Conqueror to identify any potential zippers or buttons there.

Ailinn was in her element right at the moment. She was conducting the dance’s tempo like a director and looked like every detail was under her control. Only some resistance was held now and then at certain steps but it wasn’t that hard for her to move Amaya as she pleased. Even so the Irish one found fun and interesting the fact that her rival still wanted to pose that resistance. A part of it was so sexy since domination without a fight could get stale and boring, but that little spice touch was delightful if handled correctly.

When Ailinn noticed the Maiko’s hand clawing at her back searching for her dress’ zipper she realized she needed to act fast. As tempting as letting her do her bidding was the greenette couldn’t allow that kind of insubordination so she set her next move. “Having fun searching for my zipper?” Ailinn would say to her before making her move. She would release Amaya’s waist while still maintaining her grip at her hand. She would then force her into a twist, exposing her seductively to everyone watching. When her rival completed her turn, instead of getting her arm around Amaya again she would easily move her hand past the simple dress she was wearing to softly rub her crotch even through her panties. “Don’t forget that you are way more scantly dressed than me, Amaya”, she would say while resuming their dancing, her hand still resting in between her rival’s legs.