Evening gown match: Ailinn vs Amaya

Amaya had no idea what were the unwritten laws of BDSM, and she was too caught in the act of defending herself to make an empathic guess which she would probably have done if she did not feel so mercilessly pummeled and degraded.
For her, Ailinn appeared to be a prickly, unstoppable sexual juggernaut who was not accessible for the most basic emotions such as fear or compassion and was only out to score her kills, stroke her ego and make people miserable that had the misfortune to wrestle against her. Exactly one of the girls that had tortured her in prison, just in an exquisite dress and with a beautiful body.

”Mmhh…Ouh!...”
She grunted and mewled through gritted teeth, in her eyes a mixture of fear and anger born from being humiliated. Normally, she would have already crumbled under the assault, but the realization that this was probably her final stand in this match before the Irish would fully turn her into a plaything was something that granted her strength and endurance beyond her usual limits.

Of course that did not mean that she was impervious to arousal as her reddening breasts, Cheeks, nipples and harder breathing clearly showed, and her sex was also throbbing from the rerouting of some of the primal instinct energy already.
So one of her hands would dig deep into the bosom of Ailinn and squeeze that unlucky boob while the other would look to catch the wrist of the hand that was slapping her in an attempt to put it down and force it to the side of the conqueror or at the very least, slow it so that it would not be so much punishment for her..
”Get your hands off me!”
She then snarled with the angry, hissing  voice of a cornered cat, not giving a damn if this would anger or infuriate the bigger girl. Metaphorically speaking, only one of them would come out of this alive!

Ailinn knew that she needed to hasten her progresses to make Amaya cum as soon as possible. There was no more art in thisAilinn knew that she needed to hasten her progresses to make Amaya cum as soon as possible. She didn’t have the time for flashy movements or alluring tactics, nothing was pleasing to the eye as she moved in the most efficient but cold looking way possible since any more effort put into this would make her lose her concentration, and she needed all of her focus to keed her body from cumming as she frowned her burrow and bit her lips, filling the room with muffled moans.

The greenette was executing a ravaging maneuver against Amaya as her desperation fueled her to get those tits all worked up, but something had changed in the Maiko’s tactics as she developed the skill of not only passively resisting her but to actively try to overcome her in sensual holds. At this rate and given the last segment of the match Ailinn hadn’t many options but keep going as her stamina was running out fast as she approached the point of no return. The way Amaya caressed her still covered breasts was a nimble and skillful one because even protected by her gown the touch was precise and proficient.

When Amaya’s hand groped her breast even harder the Gaelic felt a strong grip at her wrist as she noticed how the smaller girl had caught one of her hands and had it locked against her side. After a couple of yanks without no positive results she just concluded that whatever she was getting had to happen only with one hand. Hold on tight. Only a little bit more… You only have to outlast… her… Even forming thoughts on her head was a difficult task for Ailinn as her situation was critical.

It was a little bit strange. Even for Amaya who was pretty much in distress on all fronts for the last minutes and close to a nervous breakdown it somehow dawned that Aiilinn had not spoken since she had put the moves on her after she had dragged her into the bedroom. That was unusual for the kind of bully Amaya expected the Irish to be. These girls only did not speak about their perceived superiority when they were actively trying to hold something in when they were interrogated about lets say, strange noises from their cells.
Then there was the hand that did not immediately swat her little fingers away. Quite the contrary, she could feel how he arm tried to free itself and failed.
And last but not least, the moaning and groaning through a stifled mouth. Ok, she was excited because she had another poor girl trapped and was about to make her cum. But why keep her excitement stuffed in.

All that made little sense if you did not do the obvious. If you have eliminated all the possible solutions, something impossible must have come to pass: Ailinn was in trouble!

”OUHMMNH!”
Armed with that knowledge, she would let out a long drawn moan to incite her more and weave her in security while also giving some real space for her anxious feelings of getting roughly woman-handled to orgasm before she would yank down the arm of Ailinn to have them both face to face so that she could force a kiss on her lips, not caring if he girl was breaking of it or not. She wanted to look right into the face of that bully, see how she would struck by the realization that this was not the end of the story.

And then, rapidly but not with intend to hurt shove her knee forward right between the legs of the Irish until she would feel resistance and then dig it in the fabrication before moving it upward to impale he sex of the conqueror with it.

Even after all the sensual onslaught she suffered at the hands of Ailinn the Maiko showed some resilient willpower that just wasn’t there in the first stages of the match. The Irish wasn’t sure about where all that determination came from but it was undeniable that it fueled the smaller girl like a gust of wind could enkindle some embers into a raging fire. From that moment in which Amaya got this upturn the match was sure to be a very different one, and this proved to be right as tables somehow shifted and it was now Ailinn the one who was in a pinch.

With every second the Gaelic found more and more difficult to maintain her focus on her movements and on staving off the upcoming orgasm Amaya was sure to eventually inflict to her if she didn’t manage to give the woman a second climax before. But that seemed so far from happening since Amaya’s resistance was now at its finest and Ailinn was starting to pay the price of her long sensual neglect. Seen in perspective maybe it could have been for the best to get an earlier orgasm and recover quick than getting to a point in which her concentration was so blurry. The Maiko already managed to lock one of her arms and her free hand was just making some clumsy rubbing against her rival’s breast at this point. Things went worse as the sexy Maiko mustered her strength and bravery and went for a kiss! Their lips locked. Those lips felt amazing to Ailinn, sweet and soft. The Gaelic wouldn’t be able to pose resistance to this challenge as she would keep the kiss going in any way the Maiko had in mind, only breathing hotly and moaning into the other woman’s mouth as a response.

The Maiko’s sexy thigh rubbing fiercely was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The undeniable truth became clear as day as Ailinn’s arm lost its momentum and slowly went to a halt, the Gaelic posing no threat to Amaya now. Some seconds later her arms would start spasming and instants after that her legs joined in the convulsions. Barely able to stand Ailinn broke the kiss as she threw her head back, her hair flowing as a little thread of spit still connected her mouth to Amaya’s. With her eyes halfway rolled up her moans escaped from her in a shameless now, every resistance broken as the long denied climax arrived. “Waaaaah! Aaahaaa! Haaaaaaahnnn! AAAAAAAHNNN!!!!” Ailinn would then explode as her body jerked like crazy and her eyes rolled up inside her skull. Her juices gushed out of her sex, so much that if she had been naked there would be an outstanding quantity of fluid on the floor, but it flowed out of her like a fountain soaking her lingerie and then the Maiko’s leg after that.

Ailinn remained a moaning mess for what seemed an eternity until her climax slowly faded, leaving her with her mouth still open and her vision completely blurry. She wasn’t in a position in wich she could do anything for some time as the Maiko still had a hold on her body. In fact, if Amaya’s grip wasn’t strong enough her still shaky legs would make the Gaelic on her knees as she was just too drained by the longly neglected orgasm. Unable to do anything, right now she was just a puppet, Amaya being able to throw anything at her that the greenette would take it without a fight.

Amaya had been able to be so strong because she had been backed into a corner she found no escape from and like a cornered animal she had fought with everything she had gotten at her disposal then .
A cold, ruthless dominatrix like Ailinn had pushed her over the edge and torn down her friendly and caring nature for the moment. Why? Because this was so ungrateful and unfair! She had been driven too far after she had even played along as good as she could and had allowed a match like this to happen to her because she was indebted to the company with a big loan and she loved her little business so much that would be forced to close if she lost the loan.
Contrary to her current opponent, Luna had overwhelmed and fucked her too, but the girl had been gentle in her approach and killed the resistance of the maiko in a soft way so that she did not feel degraded, just ashamed.

So when Ailinn did cum hard and soiled her knee and the rest of the gown with her fluids while her head was hanging backward, she fought an inner battle while the bigger girl sunk on her knees as the maiko had no intention to hold her up or further kiss her. A part of her wanted to knee her hard into the groin and make it look like an accident. But her aching hearth told her not to do it because maybe there were reasons for this behavior of the bigger girl. And that later voice finally won her over. And even then, she had already done a big damage to the girl. Not to her body, but to her ego. Her confidence. Her reputation.

With a face full of disgust, she would carefully grab the bigger girl in the neck, taking some deep breaths before speaking in a cold, whispering voice that probably only her opponent could hear.
”Remember this moment.”
and then she would let her glide gently on the floor before raising her dress rags to sit ladylike on the bosom of Ailinn, pining her arms to her side in the process before locking them against her body with the maikos legs. The she would be looking for her bra to wrap it around the head of the Irish, stuff it a little inside her mouth so that it would work like a gag before she would raise her dress again so that her opponent could see her battered panty that covered a throughout wettened sex without being able to reach them. Still a little cold hearted, she would wait until she was sure that Ailinn was more or less able to understand what was going on until she would allow the pin to start.
”ONE!”
Counted the hooded sage who had meanwhile opened up her own robe and was showing a deep cleavage as a little bonus for the fans.

Ailinn had endured a lot of sensual punishment in this match, but eventually no woman was capable of eternally delaying the inevitable and when her climax got her it did it hard. The Gaelic was absolutely out of commission as pleasure took the best out of her after what now it was clear that had been the bad choice of persisting wave after wave of pleasure with stoic determination. Now that will to fight was broken and her rival was able to take advantage of her.

As Ailinn fell on her knees with one of her hands trying to cover her still burning sex Amaya took her time to experience what she just managed to accomplish. The Maiko got whisper-close to the greenette’s ear and emulated the dominatrix’s cold imposing tone as she demanded from her to not forget what just happened. Even if Ailinn was having a hard time to process everything going on she would remember this orgasm for long time.

Ailinn then slipped softly to the ground, lying on her back as she still rode the last jolts of pleasure of her afterglow. Some pressure on her chest gave away the fact that the Maiko was sitting on top of the Conqueror, securing her arms under the greenette’s legs going for a pinning maneuver, but she even had time to further abuse her as the smaller girl got her bra and shoved some of it on Ailinn’s mouth! “Aaa… Wgaaggh!!” the Gaelic would just lie and whimper softly as she didn’t have the strength to do anything else. Then she noticed Amaya’s crotch so close of her face, glistening with juices from her previous orgasm in the exact way that she was sure was now her own sex. It was as if the Maiko wanted to tease her further while going for the pin, but Ailinn could not play along, still too weak. Some voice that Ailinn deduced should be the sage’s echoed starting a count. With a loud “TWO!” Ailinn would look anywhere but her rival, trying her best to avoid eye contact as she was absolutely spent under the smaller girl, the dominator completely dominated for the moment.

Ailinn had received the message. Amaya was sure of it as the bigger girl avoided too look at her after she had realized what was going on. And the sage had already counted a two and the Irish made no concentrated or coherent movement to raise a shoulder or anything else. She toyed with the thought to still bend the head of the green haired girl to look right into her womanhood to further rub it in, but that would be rude and inappropriate in her opinion.

”THREE!”
A small light of understanding appeared on her face when the magical word was uttered, three. She had scored a pinfall in a hentai match after making another girl cum! Her face turned instantly red from that realization. She did not know if she was super embarrassed or super happy right now, so it was right in the middle.
But what was done was done, so she could as well proceed now. She would search for the zipper of the dress of Aiilinn to make her topless too, unwillingly adoring the bountiful bosom of her opponent after she was actually topless.

And there was another problem too. She needed to drag her opponent over to the bed, but that would not be so easy. She would finally have an idea. Dragging her up on her wrists until she was sitting, she would move behind the bigger girl and put her arms around her upper torso to drag her over to the bed and heave her on the mattress with a heavy but cute groan.
”HUNNHG!”

Ailinn was a woman of sexual prowess, and given her unusual tastes she has met lots of different sexual partners in her life, some of them were good and some not that good, some were soft and tender and some hard and unmerciful. She had experienced lots of orgasms, some of them being heavenly and some feeling like a torture, but it had been a real long time since the Gaelic had experienced such a stamina draining experience as the combination of arousing, denial and final release that she got from Amaya. As the sage counted she could do nothing but slightly bend her legs to try and get some hold to the ground, but her shoulders were tightly secured in the pin and there was nothing she could do to avoid the loss of this fall.

From a corner of her mind she heard a voice telling her that revenge and victory was still possible if she took control of the match again. Even if her mind was starting to get back into bussiness her body was too weak to continue as she rode the final throes of the afterglow. That climax almost made her lose her conciousness, if only it hadn't occured in the middle of a match...

While Ailinn started feeling her arms and legs back and managed to stop them from spazzing the Gaelic felt a hand reaching for her zipper. A gasp made her choke and start coughing because of the piece of bra that was blocking her mouth, and the pain in her chest and lungs caused by this made easy for Amaya to get her gown undone to the waist height. Ailinn's breasts popped out of her bra with a whimper from the greenette as her nipples were still hard and aching from overstimulation. All this unease coming from the Irish dominator made it quite easy even for the smaller Amaya to drag her to the bed, where she would lie until she could regain mobility.

Luckily for her, Ailinn was, not counting in some involuntarily sandbagging, unable to resist getting moved on the bed. It was possible for a smaller girl to lift a bigger girl on her shoulders or drag her along in a way that she had used, but it was very exhausting after even a short way and close to impossible if the dragged person was resisting it.

”Puh!”
She wished some sweat away that had appeared on her forehead, sighing lightly with relief as her job was done. She also wasn´t made from wood and felt the effects of the heavy attacks of the Irish in her body. Slowly, a plan formulated in her mind to keep the big, aggressive and dangerous girl pinned. Limb for limb, Ailinn could dominate her given some time and regeneration. But how would it be if Amaya was 2:1 in advantage? Only trying would tell her that.

Wasting no more time, she would try to trap a wrist of the Conqueror between her legs which she supposed was a safe place for it, far away from her sex. Then she would put her own body on the stomach of the other girl while both of her hands would hold the other wrist of Ailinn with the combined strength of her both hands. This would at first give her access to the boobs, neck, throat and potentially also the mouth of the bigger girl if she could free herself from he makeshift gag.

Slowly but steadily Ailinn was starting to recover her senses as she was now completely able to feel her legs and arms, both bent in an awkward way in the bed. Her face and her hair was wet with sweat as the orgasm had been one of the hardest she has had for a long time. Her vision became clearer as she was now able to recognize the room’s ceiling and that she was lying on the bed, still unclear how Amaya managed to get her there but that was not the important thing right now.

As she was becoming more self aware she had to accept the fact that she got heavily dominated and she lost a fall and the edge in a match that a priori she had on her pocket. Now tips were even, no, the odds were against the Gaelic woman as her rival was on her prime while the greenette was still trying to recover from her climax!

From the current situation Amaya decided to go for a very intelligent and well- thought strategy. She had proven now that Ailinn wasn’t extremely strong, being physical brute force one of her weak points so she contorted her body in a way that she got one of the greenette’s arms under control with her legs and she used both of her hands to get a grip on the Gaelic’s other arm! Ailinn tried to force herself free from this hold but her strength wasn’t at one hundred percent yet and the hold was just too tight for her to escape. But Amaya would be able to feel that the Conqueror was coming back, and that in time she would go for her revenge.