Caitlyn Davis vs. Sister Lucia - Sin and Punishment

Lucia could see her compatriot looking on from the sidelines with a grimace, clearly not approving of her humiliating tactics. It was to be expected, really, given the woman’s less than stellar history with the more intimate aspects of this sport. She could understand, and she would never ask Testament to use such methods. But she wished the woman could at least respect the value they brought to their crusade.

She made sure to take her time ramming her backside into Caitlyn’s face, trying her best to instill a sense of revulsion, to make the woman think twice before shaking her own accursed curves about in public. It wouldn’t do much to win her this match, she knew, but it was a good way to wear her opponent’s resolve.

Though, it did have a limit. ”Out of the corner, Lucia!” The referee warned and threw up five fingers, signaling the countdown. ”1! 2!”

Lucia milked the moment for all it was worth, not giving up on her humiliating display until the last moment, but that moment did come, she was sad to say. Just as the referee was about to bring down the final count, she stepped away from the corner and dusted off her shoes as she went, skipping her way back to the center of the ring.

Once there, she spun about on her heel and turned to face her fallen foe, leaning over to look her way with a knowing smile. ”Well, reprobate?” Lucia wagged her finger. ”Rethinking your decisions? It’s never too late to repent, you know. Even for a trollop such as yourself.”

For lack of a better term, this was all just...grody to the max. Neither Caitlyn nor Haruka being able to better describe being subjected to this pious brat's face-washing, hip swiveling judgment. Caitlyn planting her hands on the priestess' thighs for an ineffectual attempt at getting this saintly biotch off of her already, but the sad truth of the matter was that this chick could actually, like..."go", in the ring. How else could someone explain how this match had only just started, and this rotten priestess already had an experienced Caitlyn's tip-garnering good-looks getting pummeled by non-stop booty bops. Except they did eventually stop, much to Caitlyn's relief after such a demoralizing spectacle capped off with Lucia kicking non-existent dirt backward and daintily skipping out of the corner.

"...O...Okay...Gawd...J-Jus stop...N-No more..." Caitlyn pleaded exhaustedly, crawling on all fours like a forlorn pet towards the sanctimonious priestess with a swishing sway to her orange-jeaned bubble butt. Lucia had been running a proverbial train on the fatigued waitress this entire time, an eye-opening experience that had Caitlyn begging for mercy, and perhaps beginning to see the light after all as she stopped to hang her head low and bow before the angelic, divine sister. "You're...You're right. You've made me see the errors of my ways...I vow to...atone for my sins before your heavenly light. Heed your every divine word. Serve at your side as a faithful follower...and...andHEY IS THAT LIKE THE HOLY SPIRIT BEHIND YOU??!!" Caitlyn blurted out while pointing behind Lucia, prompting to the waitress to clamp onto the priestess' waist the second she turned, and aim to haul her and drop her down for one helluva Atomic Drop.

...that worked?

Lucia looked on, stunned, as the vile woman started to prostrate herself, asking for forgiveness and coming forward on her knees. She had to concede, while this was the outcome she’d wanted, she didn’t want it to happen so soon. It had been so long since she’d had a chance to really push herself in the ring - she’d sparred, but sparring with Testament was like training with a gorilla. She had so many new moves to try on someone who couldn’t chuck her out of the ring with ease, and to have that taken away so soon…

Disappointing. Yes, disappointing. But if that was the way it was to be, then so be it.

Hands on hips, she approached the sinner, ready to hear her pleas, fully willing to be the intermediary between her and the divine. She would’ve required an act of supplication, naturally - to be specific, she would’ve asked Caitlyn to kiss her feet - but other than that trifle, she was happy to aide the wandering soul in any way she could.

Which, naturally, just made it all the worse when the woman decided to betray her trust. ”What-” She spun about at the mention of the Holy Spirit, confused but eager to see its manifestation, and only too late did she realize the deceit. Lucia yelped as she was hoisted into the air and brought down for a rough sit on her foe’s knee, sending pain shooting up and down her spine and leaving her to flop to the floor. Angered, embarrassed, assaulted, she laid down there and hissed at the pain, writhing around while she…

…wait. Was Testament smacking her forehead?

Caitlyn...like...better not hear one iota of bitching and/or complaining from this faux lady of the faith about the Hooter's waitress' sly bit of acting subterfuge to get herself back into the game here. Not when Sister Sinister here sucker punched Caitlyn straight after offering up a prayer to the dude upstairs. Caitlyn doesn't she think could get any more low-down and devious than that if she tried...but luckily, those acting classes she's been taking on the side look like they're starting to payoff already. They were Haruka's idea at first. Something to broaden their acting chops for their Hooters commercials and in case they ever called up for other television spots or Micheal Bay movie roles in need of some lovely ladies who are practiced win the thespian arts or some junk.

"Whoops~...Totes sorry about that. It wasn't the Holy Spirit, it was just the beer guy in the second row. Hi Brad!!!~..." Caitlyn chipperly waved at the handsome worker just than peeking up from giving out change to nervously wave back. "...*giggle*...he's such a cutie. But anyway, maybe that'll teach you to not to be such a spiteful little troll. Hmph...Me, join up you? Psh...As if~..." Caitlyn flicked her hair off her shoulder, emphasizing her Valley-girl dialect before reaching down to raise Lucia back to her feet by her arm before promptly slotting her underneath Cait's armpit in a front headlock. A yanking heave on Lucia's waist strap would haul the nun upside-down...and leave her there for several more seconds. The Hooter's waitress maintaining the balancing act and even flexing with her free arm to the audiences hooting pleasure before implanting the Sister in a booming brainbuster.

”A worthless person, a wicked man, goes about with crooked speech, winks with his eyes, signals with his feet, points with his finger, with perverted heart devises evil, continually sowing discord…”

In other words, Lucia really should have seen that coming.

There was no way the Holy Spirit would reveal herself to such a lowly slattern, after all, and she should’ve known that before she even turned around. It was her fault - sometimes her zeal could get the better of her, let her get swept away in the grace of it all. A mistake she would not be repeating, that was for certain. Though it might be a moment before she had the chance to do so.

She had just started to push her way up, hoping to recover in short order before her advantage could be lost, when the wayward soul moved in and nixed that entire idea with a front headlock, snapping a tight hold around her head. Squealing, Lucia was easily hefted up in a brutal display of raw strength, if a brief one - she wasn’t up for long before the trollop dropped and slammed her skull on the canvas, leaving her to flop back in a dazed heap.

Well whaddya know? Lucia actually got the audience to applaud for once...given it was because the uptight Sister was being woman-handled and stiffly balanced with her feet in the air to show-off Caitlyn's substantial strength before having her clock cleaned in a savage brainbuster...but still, they were totes cheering, alright~...Caitlyn kinda doubted Lucia would grateful to the Hoot for her uptick in popularity, but regardless of that, Cait intended to keep the customers satisfied and give the people more of what they want. And it just so happen to be seeing more of this twisted nun getting her just desserts~...

"WOOO!!!! YA'LL READY TO HAVE A HOOT!!!!????" Caitlyn nimbly kipped up with a flick of her hair and began getting the people all riled up once more. Sashaying around the ring with a bright smile and hipful sway while pumping her fist into the air before approaching Lucia from the side. The chipper Hoot playing to their core fan-base by bending her legs, planting her hands on her knees, and twerking her jiggling rump over the fallen nun like she was on the dance floor of a night club. Obviously garnering cheering adulation from the mesmerized males before Cait would flip backward and slam their abdomens together in the Hoots patented Big-Bun-Bootysault, with an accompanying pin attempt by hooking one of Lucy's legs.

"One!"

Lucia groaned and ground her teeth down hard, trying to deal with the mounting head that was ravaging her. Brainbuster. She would have to hit her with a brainbuster. She’d almost forgotten how much she disliked having her skull rammed into the floor, but thanks to Caitlyn, those memories were bubbling to the surface. How pleasant.

She started to sit up...or tried to, anyway. She was twitching, hurting, still a little woozy. She’d need a second to rise. Would she get it?

Nope.

”Wait, what are you…” She looked on as Caitlyn did her vile dance, shaking her butt in a silly jiggling motion to hypnotize the masses, her curves wobbling back and forth, her thick thighs glistening in the light, her white hair whipping about, her breasts swaying to and fro, the tight shorts clinging to her muscles, stretching thin along the sinews of her-

”Guh!” Lucia cried out as Caitlyn came crashing down on her with a surprisingly well-executed moonsault, crushing her stomach, flattening her against the canvas and, more importantly, holding her down for a pin.

”2…!”

Lucia threw her legs up and kicked out hard right after the second count. Still able to fight, though this was not the best moment. ”What is it truly necessary to shake your rump before the moonsault?”

Obviously, like, Lucia had never once in her life worked in the waitressing business. Otherwise she'd know that sometimes to earn that extra bit of dough from mesmerized tippers, she'd have to add some spice to your swagger when you're walking away after taking their order. When you know they're still looking at the goods. It only took some light brainstorming while they were getting their hair done to have The Hoots think to combine their hip swiveling expertise into their wrestling repertoire, and all to a raucous mass approval it seemed. Some Hooters training exercises was all it would take to even have the pious nun popping her booty to a twerking jiggle like the rest of her waitress' homegirls back at the restaurant. A thought which couldn't help but bring a repressed chuckle when Cait envisioned it herself...

...even enough to have her keep smiling after Lucia interrupted the pin by unearthing herself after the gymnastic moonsault came splashing down upon her. "Well, like, I certainly couldn't do it afterwards. Sides, looks like you musta totally liked what you saw if you were checkin me out insteada...you know...gettin outta the way." Caitlyn sagely rebuked with kinky undertones after, rather oddly, opting to straddle Lucia's slim waist after turning her back down to lay against the canvas. The Hoot's hands pinning down Lucia's wrists above her head as Cait bent her knees to Lucia's sides. She'd offer a smiling wink to the audience around before laying down and bringing The Nun's face into the plump softness betwixt her boobs, a Hooter's-Style breast smother that eventually had Cait wrapping her arms behind Lucy's head.

This was a precarious position, but Lucia was already seeing a path out of it. Once Caitlyn arose and gave her some room to breath, it would only be a matter of creating some space and taking a moment to breath. Perhaps she could even hide behind Testament and use her as a bulwark to...to…

Why wasn’t Caitlyn getting off of her?

Instead, the harlot was straddling her by the waist and pinning her hands to the mat. Confused, Lucia shook her head from side to side, trying to wiggling herself free as her foe’s chest grew nearer and nearer still. It was almost as if she intended to… ”No! Don’t you dare, don’t you-”

Caitlyn dared. She dared all over Lucia’s face in fact, enveloping with her massive mammaries, her fulsome funbags, her bountiful bosom. It made a surprisingly effective seal, cutting her off from all light and air, but doing so in such a comforting way. These curves, so welcoming. The skin, so hot. It brought to mind a certain sister’s affections, of whom she’d been missing quite a lot, lately. It was all too easy to get lost in this succulent flesh.

Without thinking, Lucia moaned.

With thinking, however, she bit down on Caitlyn’s breast, trying to make her lift up and give her some precious air.

Caitlyn played to the good people's kinky expectations perfectly, winking nods and smug smiles indicating more than words ever could about what was about to go down. And the well-endowed Hoot served up just what the customers wanted by hunching forward mushing her swaying jubblies right against the stuffy priestesses' pious face. The Hooter's logo being the last image Lucia could probably make out before everything went all plump, soft, and humid, with the envious audience hooting their approval as Cait's bubble butt swayed left and right as well whenever the Hoot put mesmerizing motions into play in the Hooter's-Style breast smother...

...which Cait halfway intended to do because it'd be appropriate payback for what Lucia subjected Cait to earlier, and partly because she just couldn't resist messing with the priestly brat. Who thought it'd be a brilliant idea to dig her chompers into the poor waitresses tender skin and have Cait shriek in pain before rolling off of the nun, soothing her aching tit with rotating and jigging massages that people couldn't help but pay ample attention to. "Are you, like, for real?! GAHD!!! I didn't go and bite you when you mashed your grody ass into my face!!!" Cait bitterly stated with a flinching wince, caressing her boob while attempting to back to her feet.