Euro-babes catfight! Yvette vs. Estelle

Yvette had wondered before the match how Estelle would perform in a real catfight. She knew Estelle was inexperienced in such a way of fighting, preferring to go into soft style sexfights, as evidenced by her match with Asaki. Yvette wanted to show Estelle the rougher side of sexfights, where there was real pain mixed with the pleasure. Yvette wanted to dominate Estelle's mind and body, show her she was the boss here, and take Estelle for her own after this match.

And Estelle was responding in kind, getting much rougher as she fought Yvette, going from taking pleasurable punishment to dishing it out, crushing and squeezing Yvette's breasts. The French girl bucked up hard, pushing Estelle down to her side, but even there the Swiss beauty didn't relent on grabbing Yvette's chest, continuing to torture the French girl. It was only as Yvette continued to roll on top that Estelle's hands fell to her sides.

Yvette attempted to roll on top of Estelle to reassert her dominant position. She wanted to straddle the Swiss beauty's waist and hold Estelle down. But the Swiss beauty had a counterattack already prepared. Ahhh! Merde!" Yvette swore when Estelle grabbed her panties and pulled up, giving her a rough wedgie as well! Then Estelle bucked up, throwing Yvette off to the side, making the French girl fall the same way she did before. Unlike Estelle, Yvette really was a bit stunned following the reversal, leaving her open to Estelle's next attack!

Yvette was a very special one. The French looked like the dominant kind, the type of person who wants things going her way, and how she treated Asaki gave away the fact that she liked that position of superiority being acknowledged. Of course all that was a set up act, probably a roleplaying thing both women had and enjoyed together, but in Estelle’s case the way Yvette tried to get the Swiss in that mistress and slave dynamic turned against herself as Estelle wasn’t aware of that setup, and thought that Yvette’s cruelty was real. That pushed the Scarlet Rose against a wall and made her head click, resulting in the current situation in which a deranged Estelle went at Yvette with some viciousness she didn’t even know she had.

Ignoring the pain the wedgie caused her, Estelle managed to reverse the situation and give Yvette a wedgie of her own. That weakened the straddling position Yvette had on her, throwing the French away on one side. That was exactly the window of opportunity Estelle needed. With a sudden rush she went on top once more, leaning in and crossing her arm around the French’s neck, making the exact pressure to make so hard for her to breathe, but not to choke her. Then her remaining hand would go at her rival panties, that were in a ruined position after the wedgie and she only had to move it aside to uncover Yvette’s womanhood.

But there was a very important difference in how this happened. Where Estelle was well-known for her sensual skills and how she could entrance her rivals with her fingers only, making a playful trace until she reached her rival’s sweetest spots, now she was going all pragmatic, almost indifferent and cunning. Now she didn’t want to make her rival lose her mind to desire, she only wanted to make Yvette pay. Without warning or foreplay, two of her fingers went inside Yvette’s folds, no loving embrace or fineness involved, just quick paced thrusting in order to bring pain and pleasure together, but mostly unease. This definitely wasn’t like Estelle, this wasn’t the tender woman Asaki had met that fateful night in a match. “What do you have to say now? Say something, Yvette. SAY SOMETHING!” she yelled at the French, her digits pumping in and out at crazy speed.

Yvette had no time to react as Estelle jumped all over her, pinning her down with one arm across her neck to choke off her air, her other hand reaching between the French girl's long legs to start attacking her pussy. Yvette could still breathe, but only barely, sucking in just enough air through her highly constricted neck to keep herself conscious, but not enough to really kick and struggle. Estelle was able to enter Yvette without much of a fight coming from the French girl as the Swiss beauty's fingers began ravishing her sex.

"Ohh! Mmmnnnh!" Yvette moans of pleasure betrayed just how good it felt. Sure, Estelle had not teased or prepared Yvette before roughly shoving her fingers inside, but she didn't need to. Yvette was already plenty wet, having been quite aroused from the domination meted out to Estelle earlier in this match. Her pussy wettened as Estelle pumped her fingers in and out, eliciting higher pitched moans from Yvette as she moved faster and faster.

Asaki watched the match carefully, trying her best to make sure both her friends weren't about to really hurt each other. Seeing Yvette getting dominated turned her on quite a bit, especially as she knew such rough treatment was going to make Yvette cum sooner rather than later. She kept a close eye on Estelle's arm though, making sure that it didn't slip into a full choke, as that would be too dangerous to Yvette's health.

Yvette surely had bit off more than she could chew, pushing Estelle to the limit of reason and making her snap and react in a spiteful way, pushing against the French’s throat in order to render her unable to move and difficulting her breathing a lot, all while Estelle would frantically push her fingers inside her rival’s sex in order to ravage her. Based on how Yvette was shamelessly moaning, maybe it was her plan after all. Maybe she just wanted to prove a point by turning Estelle in what she was now. Or maybe the Swiss’ judgment was cloudy from the recent events and she was just overthinking things, but that kind of rational thought was exactly the one Estelle wasn’t capable of doing at that moment.

Yvette wasn’t able to muster any kind of strength or resistance at that point, so the only way Estelle could go is forwards. She wouldn’t add any more pressure to her rival’s neck, but her fingers would make good work of her inner folds, separating now and then to rub against the folds and also hooking to reach the woman’s G-spot. Accelerating the rhythm of her thrusting, she aimed at making Yvette crazy. “Not so tough now, right Yvette?” Estelle said, full of scorn, completely out of her gentle character.

Though Yvette had gotten what she wanted, forcing Estelle into her catfighting ways, even she had to admit it had backfired. Estelle was both fierce and mean it seemed, holding down the French girl by the throat while finger fucking her into painful bliss. What she did not do though was stop Estelle, both her hands were still free after all, she could have easily grabbed Estelle's hand to force her to stop, but she did not do so. Instead, she let Estelle have her way with her, letting the fingers probe deep and hook into her g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through the already very horny French girl.

If Yvette could make any noise, she would be moaning in pleasure and begging to cum! But with Estelle's arm on her throat, the best she could do was make a few small croaks as her face reddened from the pleasure, her body squirming underneath Estelle as she came closer and closer to orgasm.

Then, all of a sudden, all her resistances burst at once. Yvette's eyes widened as she came, her pussy clenching around Estelle's fingers as she let out a few muffled cries, her body tensing underneath the Swiss beauty, bucking a few times. Yvette's legs spasme, involuntarily kicking the carpet a few times as her sex juices pooled out, staining the rug.

Seeing Yvette cum, Asaki knew she had to step in soon. It all depended on whether Estelle was going to keep on fingerling Yvette, or if she was going to give the French girl a respite.

If only Estelle had been a little more aware of everything surrounding her and not in a blinded by her distressed state she would have been able to see in the corner of her vision a very worried Asaki. The nurse and improvised referee looked sharp but also ready to snap. It was as if Estelle wasn’t the only one under extreme pressure that night. But even so, the pinkette looked ready for action and composed in her nervousness, while Estelle looked really out of it.

The Scarlet Rose’s furious finger blasting kept going for some more long lasting seconds, until in the end Yvette just couldn’t take anymore and jerked her body, flailing her legs like crazy but unable to escape from Estelle’s clutches. The Swiss’ pressure on Yvette’s throat made impossible for the French to moan in pleasure. After all, Estelle didn’t want her rival to enjoy this, just to submit. She let a cruel chuckle out as her fingers and the rug below them were drenched in Yvette’s squirting fluids.

“This isn’t over, Yvette. You better start giving up, or can’t you talk?” Estelle said in a grim tone that gave away her out of mind state. Without giving her rival any time to rest or recover from the afterglow, Estelle would just keep going with her fingering. Her objective was to drive Yvette crazy from overstimulation, to the point the French couldn’t take anymore and then give up or even pass out, at that rate Estelle didn’t even mind about that. “Time to go out like a candle, Yvette!”

Yvette did not get any relief even after orgasming hard on Estelle's fingers. The Swiss beauty kept on fingering her, increasing the pressure on her neck so she really couldn't breathe, all the while driving her closer and closer towards a second orgasm. The confident French girl was actually afraid, her eyes widening when she realized she had pushed Estelle too far. The Swiss beauty seemed to have lost control, giving in to her anger and frustration and taking it out on her opponent.

Asaki saw what was happening, deciding now she needed to step in. She thought she would need to stop Yvette during this match to keep her friend from going too far, but it seemed that Estelle was the one who cracked first. Asaki jumped in, grabbing Estelle from behind in a big hug, trying to pull the Swiss beauty off Yvette.

"Estelle stop! You've done enough!" Asaki said, "Can't you see you've beaten her already?" Asaki hoped her cries would get through to Estelle, especially as Yvette's face was slowly turning purple from lack of air, the French girl's mouth opening and closing in silent gasps as she got choked and sexually stimulated at the same time!

If Estelle looked completely out of herself, for Yvette things were even more dire. The Swiss wasn’t sure about her rival noticing how big of a mistake she had made, not like she was in the right mind state to wonder about those things as in her mind there was only one thought: making Yvette pay. But Yvette wasn’t a stupid woman, and surely the French was regretting pushing Estelle like that. The only problem was the Swiss not being able to notice this. For Estelle, the only thing that was on her mind was keep going and make Yvette pay, completely destroying her even beyond any submission.

And it really looked like Yvette was beyond any kind of saving. She looked really distressed with her widened eyes of terror trying to look for a way of escape, but feeling too weakened to do anything. Luckily for her that was the reason why Asaki was in there, the nurse bent in her duty to avoid any kind of harm coming to any of the contestants. And what a devoted woman she was to that duty, she almost tackled Estelle, wrapping her arms around the Swiss and making her lose her balance and fall on her side.

Estelle made it back on her knees and her furious eyes met with Asaki’s as she pleaded her to have some mercy. Then she looked at Yvette, sprayed on the mat and letting gasps out, almost choked out as her body still twitched from the previous orgasm, her face almost purple from the lack of air. Estelle looked back at Asaki’s eyes and at that moment the last remaining defenses on her mind broke.

Tears started flowing from Estelle’s eyes as she burst into tears, whimpering and sobbing as she was unable to cope with all the pain she had caused. How was it possible? Where did she go wrong to become a monster like that? She believed that hentai wrestling and all her career in the AFW was just an excuse to enjoy herself and some other women, to make some friends while exploring her own sexuality, and she took all that and threw it away for some pathetic grudge.

It was just too much for Estelle to handle. The Swiss covered her face with her hands as she would loudly cry and sob in distress. The match was over for her, she wanted all the pain to stop, to end the damage caused and to hide from everyone and cry until she could forget that grim day, but she wasn’t sure if she would be able to forgive herself, if she was even worthy of forgiveness.

Once Asaki was able to get Estelle off of Yvette, the first thing she did was check on her friend to make sure her health was OK. Asaki's nurse training kicked in as she first made sure Yvette's throat was clear, her heart rate and breathing returned to normal, and no permanent damage was done to her neck. Asaki was relieved, perhaps she had overreacted a little bit in stopping Estelle, as it didn't seem the Swiss beauty had gone as far as she thought.

She helped Yvette sit back up, the French girl coughing as she sucked in air to her lungs, the redness on her face slowly fading as her breathing steadied. It was then that they both noticed that Estelle was crying. Yvette seemed indignant for a moment, opening her mouth to no doubt say something quite mean, but Asaki quickly shut her up with a palm over her mouth and a furious glare. Yvette hadn't seen Asaki that angry before, as the nurse's green eyes flashed with righteous fury.

"Apologize to her," Asaki said, her voice low enough that only Yvette could hear.

"Huh? Why?" Yvette responded, "I haven't done anything wrong! I was the one getting choked-"

"Just apologize you fucking bitch!" Asaki shouted, silencing Yvette, "You're the one who started this whole mess! Quit being so spiteful and just admit you're wrong!"

Yvette gaped at Asaki, having never seen the pinkette worked up to this level. She looked back at Estelle, who was crying so pitifully that Yvette started actually feeling bad. She realized she had taken things way too far, not considering anyone's feelings other than her own. What a disaster this whole thing had been...

Yvette turned to face Estelle. She still had a lot of negative feelings, and still felt that this wasn't entirely fair to her, but she needed to admit her mistakes. Biting back her own pride, Yvette lowered her head. "I-I'm sorry Estelle. I pushed things too far this match."

All the night’s events felt for Estelle as if they all were part of a terrible bad dream, one of those nightmares that kept one trapped and unable to wake up. The Swiss was slowly sinking into despair as if a tar pool it was. Escaping it was impossible and the pressure on her chest was so big it was so difficult to breathe. The Swiss was so out of breath since she was weeping and whimpering as a disconsolate soul, her hands cupping her face as she only wanted to block everything, to make the world forget she existed.

Even so, Estelle managed to catch some glimpses of the conversation Asaki and Yvette were having. Her heart turned upside down when she noticed the nurse and improvised referee asking her friend and lover to actually ask for forgiveness to Estelle! How sweet and soft could that woman be! But Estelle also felt a little anxious about it, since Yvette would take it the bad way and hold a bigger grudge at her than the one she surely had now. After all, the Swiss was choking her without any concern on her well being. Estelle had been terrible and she thought she deserved what was happening to her.

When Asaki was done scolding Yvette, the French reached out for her and apologized. She could tell that Yvette wasn’t completely happy about it, but the effort was commendable, after all that Estelle had done to her that night. The Swiss didn’t feel strong enough to look at her in the face, but if Yvette had done an effort she would have to pay her with the same coin.

“I- I’m really sorry Yvette...” she started, her voice stuttering because of all the sobbing, tears still running down her face. “It’s just… I never wanted any of this to happen! I just wanted to have a match with you and then we became heated and started provoking each other in our text messages… I just wanted you and me to have a nice match and suddenly I was in the middle of a catfight I wasn’t even comfortable with in the first place. I just want to be friends and have a good time, but I ruined everything...”