One Knight in Hel- Triin vs Bianka Hardcore

It wasn't often that Bianka got to straddle that line between wrestler and dominatrix, most matches only giving her the opportunity to only put one of these skill sets to use. But right now she felt like she was finally pulling together her full arsenal. Her ample posterior rested gently on her opponent's back, one leg tucked beneath her arm to maintain control as well as giving her a means of adjusting the pressure on her victim if she wanted to turn up the pain a little more. But for now she was content to lock Triin in place, indulging herself in the moment, trailing the leather braids along her taut skin.

"Do you know what my favorite thing to do with my dolls was, Barbie? Hmmm?" She let the leather caress along her outstretched leg, over her panties and then up her raised thigh. ""Guess correctly and maybe I'll have mercy on you." With that her wrist flicked in a quick circle striking the lash against Triin's inner thigh just inches from her pussy.

The German was confident that she could drag the Knightess back to a corner and cuff her right now if she wanted, but it was truly better for both of them to drag this out. Besides, she wanted to see if she could force Triin to play along with one of her little games, but thus far she'd been stubborn. The stubborn ones were the most fun to break in the end.

Triin was in an incredibly tricky situation beneath Bianka's dominant form, but still embarrassingly unable to provide meaningful resistance. She strived to be a valiant heroine, not a hapless heroine, but the latter was more like what she was feeling right now. And in honesty, that's probably what she looked like as well... And it also meant, that Bianka's doll-taunts, despite their arrogance, seemed to hold more and more value.

"I'm not playing your games-....AAAGH!" Triin's defiant response to the Valkyrie's suggestions was cut short by a cry of agony triggered by the latest whiplash. The blonde's inner thigh that had just been caressed was now burning, causing the knightess to bite her lips. For now, she wasn't going to answer Bianka anything... But if the torture would keep on coming, it was certainly possible that the heroine would have to start thinking of the answer to her foe's little doll play riddles.

Triin was already well into the process of finding out that it was something mean and vicious in any case.

Bianka closed her eyes, suppressing a shudder of delight as her torment cut the knight's reply off with a delicious little cry. She was honestly curious just how long Triin would hold out, the poor thing must be terribly frustrated and embarrassed being so stuck as she was. But maybe that was it, she suspected that Triin was one of those bratty girls who got off on being disciplined more than admitting their submission. There would be time to put this theory to the test after destroying the pretty toy beneath her, but for now there was the matter of getting there.

The leather braids of the lash dragged up the reddening thigh of the Baltic wrestler and then back down again, brushing threateningly between her legs. "Tsk tsk... Such a shame. The answer was... that I tore their clothes off. I could do that to you, Barbie. Strip you naked and leave you sprawled out on the floor. Or would you rather I leave you just as naked, but sprawled out in the middle of my bed?" No option for keeping her panties on. As she spoke the German's eyes scanned the cage for the nearest set of handcuffs, it was about time to move things along to their inevitable conclusion.

Had Triin been able to read Bianka's mind, she would have had to admit that the Valkyrie was onto something there. The Estonian was indeed secretly enjoying her predicament probably more than she should have been, and that was always an inseparable part of the allure of being a valiant heroine. But it wasn't the only reason why she was desperate to still drag this battle out... She was also acutely aware of how hapless her performance had been tonight so far, and even if she had indeed enjoyed it in some twisted way, Bianka's dominance over the heroine had still been humiliatingly strong - practically proving the point by itself that she may have indeed been just a Barbie Doll.

The knightess made one more push and jolt in an effort to break free from Bianka's grip, until the brushing of the lash between her legs once again reminded the foolishness of such resistance. But the Valkyrie's words only brough deep blush to the blonde's cheeks... "You-... You're not gonna get me naked!" the knightess protested in a once again rather defiant tone, even though she was fully realizing that unless she began matching Bianka's viciousness and strength immediately, that was exactly what was going to happen.

Bianka had taken a few lumps early in the match, but now things seemed to be well in her control. Triin seemed to be well in her control. The knightess wriggled and squirmed, embarrassed and helpless beneath her hips. But Bianka wanted more out of her, she wanted her to crumble and beg; for her humiliation to be utter and absolute. She would proceed cautiously, however, as being a proper Mistress was a matter of finesse. Each subject was different, their soft spots unique, and each requiring just the right amount of pressure to crush them without ruining the fun. It was important to her that Triin remember being broken as something bitter-sweet, a guilty pleasure.

Dark eyes landed on a pair of fuzzy, pink leopard print handcuffs hanging in one corner of the cage. Not exactly on theme, but they were working with what was available. A mischievous grin played across the German soft features as she planted her feet and secured her lock around Triin's leg. Turning around her lash she let the round end of the handle, its leather loop trailing from the center, rub gently between the blonde's thighs. "No? Oh, are you one of those dirty girls who would rather I work through your clothes... like this? Or are you lying to me? Because I love to expose liars. Revealing every inch of their gorgeous bodies. In front of the cameras. And the audience at home. To let all of your fans see just how dirty you are. Does that excite you?" She rubbed a little harder before pulling the handle away. This wasn't exactly that sort of match after all.

Triin had already gotten a taste of Bianka's lash that was still placed ominously between her thighs. But how the Valkyrie decided to use it next was far from the taste the heroine had expected... The rubbing of the handle was far from painful...physically. Mentally, it was actually extremely painful... No matter how intriguing it may have secretly been for her to get punished by the villainess, the thought of actually getting pleasured by the Valkyrie in a setting that was going to be seen by millions was just horrendous! Sure, this match held quite some inherently erotic elements... But she couldn't just surrender herself completely to Bianka's disposal before the cameras were shut down! Somewhere there had to be a line, line that protected a valiant heroine's dignity!

"N-no! I... D-don't!" the knightess sobbed as she was forced to feel the effects of the lash and listen to Bianka's words. The blonde even made some desperate attempts at trying to grab hold of the lash, which was almost a lost cause due to not being able to see behind her. Luckily though, eventually the Valkyrie pulled it further away... But the heroine had already learnt her lesson. She needed to fight back! Taking support of the bars, Triin attempted to once again push herself back up, hoping to overpower Bianka's hold of her and once again stand tall against her foe! The only problem was that her position wasn't exactly advantageous to the attempt...

It would come as a great surprise to Triin when her attempt to push up against the plump German's weight proved easier than she might have anticipated. With relative ease she would be able to extend her arms and push her torso up off of the floor, unfortunately this was accompanied by Bianka standing and lifting the knightess' captured leg up with her. This would leave our heroine in an awkward sort of three-legged table position between the German's legs.

What followed would be a sort of tug-of-war, with Bianka attempting to slowly drag her victim towards the corner and the manacles, and Triin presumably unwilling to comply. But the valkyrie was only using one arm to control her prisoner now, the other being occupied with the flogger, giving the woman a good chance to wrench herself free. "Come with me now, lovely, and let's put a pretty little bow on you."

Triin was already desperate for relief, almost in any form as it might have appeared, and seemed to get a pleasant surprise when she began pushing her way back up. This time there was no foot pressing her down any longer, and the effort was smooth all the way up... Or as it turned out, halfway up. When she would have finally needed the support from her both legs to get further, it wasn't available... And on closer inspection, or rather, forceful struggling, the blonde found out the bitter detail that her other leg was firmly locked in the Valkyrie's grip.

Things turned worse as the knightess was then forced to retreat three-legged towards the direction Bianka was heading. But this situation wasn't without hope! Three or her limbs were free, which meant that they not only gave the blonde more leverage for trying to wrench or yank her leg free from the villain's grip, but also left her other leg available for potential attacks! Thus, if her efforts at freeing her leg on its own were left unsuccessful, the heroine wasn't going to hesitate to drop her upper body down to the floor and trading the slightly more comfortable position for the ability to try and kick Bianka wherever those kicks may have happened to land - especially after the Valkyrie's latest ominous words, which meaning Triin did not necessarily want to find out, but still had a feeling that she would soon get to.

Just when Bianka thought the knightess was finally ready to give up and accept her punishment the woman finds a knew way to irritate the German valkyrie. Face down as Triin was, without twisting free, she would most easily be able to swing up her heel and stomp up blindly at the dominatrix. While it wasn't exactly an optimal position to fight from it did mean that Bianka was struggling against heels against her soft stomach and weak kicks against the underside of her boob. It stung, but she was more annoyed than anything else. "Ow! Wha- Really now?!"

With a melodramatic roll of her dark eyes and a low growl she set aside her plans of putting the woman down so soon. Stopping her march towards the handcuffs she would put a soft-booted foot down on the back of Triin's thighs, then try to hook the woman's feet behind her knees to lock their legs together. With a deep breath she reached deep into her proverbial bag of tricks and leaned back, arching her back until the back of her head was nearly on Triin's shoulder. Then, she would take the ends of the lash in her free hand and hook the leather straps beneath the heroine's chin to pull her head back in an awkward attempt at a California Dream. This was nearly as uncomfortable for Bianka as it would be for Triin, but she was hoping it would convince the woman that it felt better to let her have her way. "Rrrr, here. This, is this what you wanted?"

Triin had just thought that after her seemingly endless predicament, she finally had an opening, finally a chance to get herself back up, and hopefully eventually, back into a proper fighting position. But that hope had been taken away from her almost as soon as it had revealed itself... But the new situation wasn't hopeless, the knightess having identified a way to potentially struggle her way free, and it would have been out of her nature to leave it unused! She obviously wanted to fight until the end, no matter how bitter it may be... And right now she could feel her resistance bearing fruit, as her kicks were getting delivered against the Valkyrie's belly and curves!

Unfortunately, the part that the knightess had forgotten was her disadvantageous position, and Bianka's proven track record of keeping her resistance at bay. Her kicks did not do enough to provide the heroine more leverage, and in fact, only served for the villain to remind her of her superiority. In a skillful move, one that Triin could have probably never pulled off, the Valkyrie locked her blonde victim's legs in place, stomping on her flexing thighs in the process, locking the Estonian blonde's legs firmly in place. Bridging her body, she would soon force the lash under her chin, pulling it up tightly - and without having a mirror in place, the knightess was frankly unable to imagine what position Bianka could have possibly been in! The only thing she knew was that she was now once again firmly locked in place beneath the villain's superior body, and that she was getting strecthed and hurt like hell... And that she should have never gotten herself fooled under the impression that she actually had a chance to fight back!

Triin desperately tried to last as long as she could, tried to really endure everything that the hold was doing to her... But her mind was inevitably heading towards submission. And even if the heroine knew well enough that tonight submissions didn't count, she had to do something to break herself free from Bianka's hold - and to accept her defeat in the hands of the villain. "OK, OK... I submit!"