Handcuff handicap! Addyson Queensbury Vs. Death by Seduction

Addyson narrowed her eyes as Niska spoke. This girl was irritating and she balled her fist, ready to try and fight back when Suddenly a shadow appeared over her head. Her eyes widened but under Niska's weight she could do nothing. She was pulled by Niska and Mitra's tit slammed into her face, dazing her and putting her at the mercy of the two. She could only hope that the two would fight amongst themselves and give Addyson a chance to weave some straw into gold.

Mitra lay on top of Addyson, grinning widely like a Cheshire cat.

"I saaaid.. its still my turn!" She said all bubbly and sweet. Things indeed was looking bad for Addyson.. Just one half of Death by Seduction on their own was more then a handful, facing both in a handicap match was too much.. But Addyson was facing the two of them in a handicap match where the ref wasn't keeping one of them out of the ring!

Niska leaned up and pulled herself out from between Addyson's legs, she wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or amused at the Mitra element and the danger that she could have quite easily taken an elbow drop to the back of the head just then.

Mitra leaned forwards, pushing both of her breasts down on top of Addyson's face and then slipped her arms around the back of the British woman's head.. Trying clutch her close into a smother

Addyson was pretty worn down from the constant tag teaming and offered little resistance when Mitra pushed her face into her breasts. She could feel the hot oxygen-less breaths as she sucked in tit-flesh between her lips. She couldn't think of biting and balled er fists to try and weakly slam then against Mitra's shoulders, trying to get to her head. She had been dazed from the tit drop and now was starting to fade from the smother.

Mitra giggled with girlish glee

"You like that don't you Addyson? hmmmm <3 ..?" she said looking down at the top of Addyson's head. Addyson's fist drummed down on the top of Mitra's shoulder, jolting the hold and allowing Addyson to get some vital breathes of air, firstly right between Mitra's cleavage in a small gap she was able to create.. Secondly against Mitra's nipple as she was able to turn her head to the side, looking away from Mitra's cleavage.

Mitra leaned upwards, holding onto Addyson's head to pull her up a little and then would suddenly ram Addyson's head and her own boobs back down onto the mat so that the back of Addyson's head would hit the canvas and her breasts would squashed down on top of her face. The fiesty newly made mistress then started aggressively rubbing her breasts from left to right on Addyson's face, making the back of Addyson's head grind down against the mat.. Mitra's nipples poking through the leather and into Addyson's face with how turned on the pink haired girl was becoming

Addyson barely heard Mitra's words as she taunted the Brit. When she opened her mouth to retort dryly, hot oxygen free air and tit invaded her mouth and she groaned as her eyes began to slowly close. But her punhces seemed to have an effect and soon a rush of cool air entered her lungs and she coughed and her eyes shot wide. Addyson groaned as she felt the rush of life pumping back into her. It was almost a terrible feeling. To be so close to passing out only to be shocked back to life.

While she entertained the idea of breathing once more, however, she was a still at Mitra's mercy and felt her head lifted. She was then slammed back down and smashed with the busty domme's cleavage once more letting out a grunt.

Then Mitra humiliatingly ground her breasts down. Addyson's fists clenched weakly. TO be so destroyed by this pair of skanks was a terrible offense, but she knew, realistically, that the way the match was set up, it was probably going to happen. She sighed through her nose as she was rubbed hard with the tits. Her cheeks turning red and her womanhood even wettening a little. She had to admit, or rather stubbornly refused to, that the girl's tits and the rubbing and being on top of her were certainly revving her engines a bit.

But Addyson would fight with as much power as she could muster until she was finally finished and when she felt one of Mitra's nipples scrape across her cheek and enter the gap of her opened mouth, Addyson shut her mouth like a steel trap and hoped to get as much of Mitra's nipple in it as she could. And she was bound and determined not to let go unless she took the nub with her.

"There we go!" Mitra teased as she continued to grind her breasts from left to right across Addyson's face, enjoying the feel on the British dominatrix having no choice but to nuzzle against her boobs in this embarrassing way. Mitra's fully stiff nipple slipped right into Addyson's mouth, Mitra's lips parting open in pleasure as it seemed like Addyson was gonna start suckling her in her dazed stupor.. But then as well as lips and tongue, there was a flash of teeth as Addyson bit down hard right on her nub

"AHHHH!!!" Mitra cried out sharply, arms squeezing tight around Addyson's head... She wasn't expecting the bite to come, she thought Addyson was far to upper class for that.. It wasn't past Mitra though who had left her bite mark on Niska just a few days ago when they first met Addyson. The pain spread through her breast like lightening, but at the same time Mitra arousal level sky rocketed! Her body arching backwards with Addyson digging in tight enough to really leave a mark on the pink haired domme.

Mitra bit into her lower lip, her body frozen by the immense pain and pleasure derived from the pain... Pressing her thighs closer together as she tried to retract from Addyson's bite.

Addyson was high class but the girl came from less than desirable rootsa, that's what gave her a grounded perspective and while she wasn't proud of herself, when faced with these kind of odds, she knew the best way to out domme a domme was to hit them where it hurts. Besides, her body was so weak that she couldn't do much else so this was the last bit of stick it to em she could manage against the dommes. And she was determined not to let go even as Mitra tried to pull away. Addyson wasn't going to let go unless she had to but other than her clamped down teeth, she wasn't keeping Mitra from escaping.

Mitra clenched her teeth, tear droplets welling up at the corner of her eye. She pressed the palm of one hand down on Addyson's forehead, finger nail clawing into her head as she arched her body backwards and tried to pull away. With her nipple and good chunk of her breast in between Addyson's front teeth, as she tried to pull back her whole breasts was pulled visibly taut.

"ohh.. OH!!" Mitra moaned out hotly, this was really having an effect on her erotically. Enjoying pain wasn't always good, right now both the pain and arousal was hitting her at the same time. Her body started to tremble as a little seep of her juices leaked out from under the leather corsette at the crotch area, trickling down the inside of her thigh

Addyson suddenly felt the sting of Mirtra's claws dig into her forehead. It was too panful for Addyson to ignore as it felt like Mitra was cutting open her forehead and she released the girl's breast if only to let out a cry of pain and try and slap her hand into the now free breast and shove the domme off her.

Mitra rolled off of Addyson as she released her from the bite that was sure to leave a mark, grabbing at her breasts with both hands. The alone time that the saucy little Belgium slut had stolen with Addyson had allowed Niska to get up and walk over to Mitra's goodie bag. Mitra may have wanted to get to these things right from the start but Niska knew that Addyson would have to be worn down before looking at these.. But now the British dorm was starting to feel the effects of having to fend off both of Death by Seduction by herself.

Niska picked up a cane before seeing a pair of handfuls glinting in the corner of the bag... She had almost forgotten that this was a handcuff match... Guess because she hadn't really thought about ending this match at all. She picked up the handcuffs and clipped them to the side of her belt then walked over to the downed blonde.

She'd move in quickly as Mitra got shoved aside and tried to stop Addyson from getting up from her position by stomping her boot down right on top of Addyson's right breast. With her shirt stripped open previously by Niska, the heel of Niska's boot dug right into Addyson's naked boob without any protection.

"Ohhh Addyson honey~...?" Niska chimed melodically, waiting for the Brit to look up so that she could flex the cane in her gloved hands.