Elizabeth vs. Niska: Mistress Battles Mistress

During the whole time, Elizabeth didn't move one bit. Her back was hurting her so much now after it was slammed against the steel ladder a second time, not to mention that her arm was already hurt enough. Her eyes softly closing, she could only let out a groan as she felt Niska's hot breaths rushing up against her cheek. "H-Heh... Y-You really do like to get hurt so badly..." The mistress would merely comment as she still laid above the ladder for quite a while.

"heh.. That aint the half of it.." Niska whispered before moving a little on top of the ladder so that she could draw her tongue right across Elizabeth's cheek. With that Niska rolled over and started climbing painfully back to her feet.

Pressing one hand against her back, Niska walked over to the table she had slid into the ring right at the beginning of the match and pushed one of the fold up chairs aside in order to picked it up.. She carried over towards one corner and propped it up against the turnbuckle pads before walking back towards Elizabeth.

Niska grabbed ahold of Elizabeth by the hair, starting to pull her up into a sitting position before suddenly trying to throw her head back down against the mat with her back crash back down across the steel ladder

Elizabeth let out a soft moan from the lick to her cheek, her head reactively tilting away from the direction of the lick afterwards. And then, after a few moments where she was unable to move without being in a pained distress, this red-clad mistress would have her hair grabbed, her body moved upwards into a sitting position, before she was suddenly yanked backed as the back of her head hit the mat while a large portion of her back hit the steel ladder.

"GGaahh!" Elizabeth cried out in pain as she involuntarily arched her back sharper than her current position, thriving in pain as her body moved slightly side to side to relieve the various hurt areas of her back with her arches, before her large frame softened in its muscular tension and finally relaxed. What's left was the woman laying on the unforgiving steel, her nipples clearly erect through her red leather top, and her sex was definitely moist by now from all the pain she is inflicting to and receiving from her taller and larger mistress opponent. Even her breathing supported this, becoming long and hot pants, as if she was gasping for air.

Niska exhale a long breath in an aroused sounding moan as she watched how Elizabeth's body arched upwards off the ladder in pain. She stepped one leg over the blonde's body so that she had one foot planted either side of the British mistress's body. Niska licking her lips and then desended dowards until she was straddled somewhat on Elizabeth's hips... Her crotch was pressing down right on top of the other woman's, her leather trousers and Elizabeth's red thong acting as a barrier between them.

Slowly but surely, Niska leaned forwards... With Elizabeth's body still arching upwards at that time, their breasts came into contact with each other fairly quickly. The red bracers that wrapped over the Argentine Mistress, didn't really mask how stiff her nipples had become. Niska pressed her body on top of Elizabeth to guide her carefully back down, forcing the blonde to lay back over the steel ladder and then adding her weight to Elizabeth's so that her back was pressed against the rough edges of the ladder painfully.

"Owwwm.." Niska moaned out faintly close to Elizabeth's ear, forcing the blonde to use the ladder as an uncomfortable bed..

Elizabeth couldn't immediately notice Niska standing over her as she arched her back in pain until the latter descended down to straddle her hips, the former's knee-bent legs now straightening outwards against the mat. Her arched body would be slowly and erotically forced back down against the ladder due to Niska's equally volumptous body, the British mistress clearly feeling the Argentine Mistress' erect nipples as their breasts touched against one another. The back of her head would end up back against the mat, her shoulder blades uncomfortably pressed against the edge of the unforgiving steel ladder.

"Ohhhnnn~..." And despite the unforgiving construct, Elizabeth let out a moan, definitely louder compared to Niska's of which the blonde had definitely heard, as a result of the sensual feeling of their bodies pressing against one another in combination with the pain she is feeling not just from the throwback, but also from being pinned against the ladder. Her soft and pretty face was overcame with a beautiful blushing red, her eyes softly closed due to both pleasure and pain. Slowly yet surely, she was starting to adopt Niska's complete sense of masochism... She could tell that Niska must be a very experienced mistress, probably more experienced than even her who was raised by a mistress mother.

With Niska laying full body press style over Elizabeth, the green haired Argentine woman let out a shudder and arched her back a little as she felt her sex tingle and little wetness come to it with the thought and feel of Elizabeth's pained body underneath her...

Panting with excitement, the green haired mistress moved up off of Elizabeth but didn't give her any space what so ever as she hooked her hands around the back of the mistress of pleasure's head and gripped savagely at her blonde hair... Niska drew her up into a sitting position and pressed her face close to Niska's bulging chest as she drew them both back up into a standing position. Holding her prize possession tight, Niska dragged Elizabeth over of the table she had leaned up against one corner earlier.

Niska leaned Elizabeth back first against the harsh wooden table, delightfully malicious ideas running through the sadist's mind as she pressed her body to Elizabeth again to sandwich her in place for a couple of moments.

Prior to this match, Elizabeth's and Niska's mentality were similar, but they were not exactly the same. Most likely it was due to their different yet similar backgrounds. Yet as the match goes on, Elizabeth's mind and even her body started to conform to Niska's. Perhaps it goes to show the Argentine mistress's experience in all things considered, and that it was natural for the more inexperienced to imitate the more experienced in the things they enjoy, even if it is done subconsciously. Such was what is happening to this British mistress right now, who is not only coming to embrace the pain as pleasure, but is also replicating her opponent's sensual kinks, panting in excitement as her body shuddered at a kind of pleasure she never came to fully enjoy before.

Not even given a time to recover by herself as Niska got off of her, Elizabeth would feel her hair gripped so painfully, it even made her wince in pain. She was forced into a sitting position from the steel ladder as her face was buried in the green-haired mistress's bosom, her hot breaths blowing into that bountiful cleavage. It wasn't long before the two stood up together, the smaller woman being played like a possessed toy in the hands of the taller woman. The blonde-haired mistress did not resist at all, letting her large frame being dragged around while her hands lightly grabbed at the back of her foe's leather trousers at the edges, cradling her leathered arms around Niska's sexy body.

Elizabeth would then find herself pressed against the propped up wooden table in the corner, moaning out softly as her opponent pressed herself against her. Her head leaned on its side, one of her cheeks pressed against the harsh wood of the table. It was as if Elizabeth had given up on winning this match and was willing to be played around by Niska. But no... that's not true at all. She still has her pride as a dominatrix.

So should Niska attempt to back off to enact her sadistic ideas, Elizabeth would grin almost evilly, before the Brit would suddenly lunge forward and wrap her arms around the Argentine's waist so tightly, it was almost as if she was doing a bearhug. But that is not the case. Her face buried in Niska's breasts once more, as if she cannot leave the place she had just gotten to love, Elizabeth would let out a loud muffled cry as she heaved backwards, aiming to throw the other woman over her in an overhead belly-to-belly suplex straight into the wooden table!

"Ready?" Niska breathed seductively into Elizabeth ear... The Argentine mistress planned to charge from across the ring and ram her shoulder through Elizabeth's midsection AND the table she was resting back against. The thought of the other mistresses already hurt body being broken through the hard wood violently made Niska quiver a little and as she stepped back she noticed that her heart was racing with her increased arousal.

However as she moved back away from the woman she had been tormenting for the past couple of minutes in this match, Elizabeth suddenly lunged forwards... The blonde's breast forcefully nudged up against the underside of Niska's rack, almost dislodging her stiffened nipples from under the red bracers as the upper side and cleavage pressed right into Elizabeth's chin and lips. Niska felt her opponent's arms snap around her waist in a tight uncompromising hug as the blonde planted her feet and squated down a little. Niska realized just what Elizabeth had in mind as she started to heave up on her big buxom body, with her heart skipping a beat at the thought of what was to come, Niska was only just able to take in a belated gasp of air as her feet left the mat and then Elizabeth tossed her right over her body in the overhead belly to belly suplex.

Niska's arms flew up over her head as she dropped upside down with the back of her head and shoulders making impact with the firm wood. The table made an almighty *CRACK!* as it buckled, bent and then broke while Niska's body plowed through it in between the metal leg stands, twisted metal frame and broken up pieces of wood. Niska came down into a resting position on the floor on the back of her shoulders, her legs doubled over her with her ass up in the air against what remained of the table and tthe turnbuckles. The Argentine mistress let out a choked cry of pain followed up by some desperate gasps and pants... Not only had Elizabeth damn near knocked her out with that injury risking suplex through the table, but she had also threatened to make Niska cum right there and then! In fact through the heavy fog of daze and sharp pain in her neck, Niska felt a hard couple of throbs pump through her sex that made her body spasm in a mini orgasm.. Each jolt sending sharp ripples of pain run through her paralysed body

During the match, Elizabeth can tell how Niska's sense of masosadism is greater than her own. For Elizabeth, she was more masochistic than sadistic, and her pleasures are geared more towards sensual pleasure rather than the hurting kind of physical pleasure, although it doesn't mean that she lacked the latter orientations. But for Niska, it seems that she was geared more towards the latter than the former. Or maybe, she has a great command of both forms of pleasure as an experienced dominatrix. Perhaps it goes to show how soft Elizabeth is as a dominatrix, and that is actually very true. That is why she wanted to battle against Niska earnestly and learn from her, emulate her, and beat her at her own game, so that she can become an even better mistress! It may be an uphill battle, but even if she loses to this powerful woman who holds a powerful presence of a mistress/dominatrix, she will not feel shame, no matter how broken she is at the end of this.

Her overhead belly-to-belly was that response to Niska, showing her passionate determination to her opponent through that move that may very well be her declaration of her resolve. Elizabeth would land on the mat after the execution of the suplex, and she quickly got up and turned around onto all fours to witness the aftermath. The utterly destroyed wooden table, and Niska, who was folded in half and unmoving from that pose. Seeing her body even spasming... It made this British woman blush deeply.

So this is sadism. Seeing how the victim's body bend and break in such a beautiful way.

So this is masochism. Seeing how the victim is having a pleasurable euphoria, even in response to something so delightfully painful.

It made Elizabeth wet. Very wet. She was so aroused, one of her red leather glove-covered hands would move to the front of her crotch, covered by her red leather thong, and started rubbing against it to stimulate her pleasure she obtained through sadism. The blonde let out a deep moan as she remained on her knees, tilting her head upwards and gasping hot pants above her, and pleasuring herself deeply as the rubbing grew to a quickened pace. Even trails of her sex juices started to leak out of her thong and trickle down along her inner thighs. But her other hand quickly grabbed the wrist of that rubbing hand and pulled it away from her crotch, trying to avoid having an orgasm.

Ahh... So she understood Niska on how that can feel so enjoyable. After having her moment of bliss, Elizabeth's green eyes turned to the green-haired domme that has nearly the matching green hue as her eyes, and she licked her lips deliciously. She wanted to experience that again, and to do that, she needed to do something that can compare or exceed what she just did to her foe. Slowly, Elizabeth started to crawl over to Niska's folded body, and once there, this British mistress would start to rub her fingers against the leather trouser-clad crotch of the Argentine mistress, ensuring the latter's sense of euphoria is still at a heightened level, but not going over that level so that she would cum inside her just like that. Despite feeling inferior, Elizabeth can still pride herself on that ability as a domme to regulate one's sense of pleasure, tormenting them by making them reach the point of orgasm, and yet not giving them the reward of doing so. "Oh my gawwdd... I'm starting to understand how you operate. You should teach me more, mistress. And afterwards... we should fuck with our broken bodies until truly nothing is left of us, don't you agree?..." She cooed with an exasperated tone, her blushing face showing her lewdness at all times.

Niska remained with her body propped up against the broken table in the awkward upside down position. With the metal frame remains of the table either side of her body, she couldn't even roll out into a more comfortable laying position on the mat Niska pants that had been coming out erratic and heavy, but after a good few moments her breathing rate seemed to sooth and the mini orgasm she had been caught up in the midst of passed by... All the while Elizabeth watched her intensely, a hand at her own crotch

Still she was in such a bad state that she couldn't really respond to Elizabeth question with anything more than a deep throaty moan.. Her body tensed up as the blonde mistress moved the tip of her finger over her womanhood under the leather trousers, feeling like the peak of the mini orgasm might come back to the Argentine as she caught her breath in her mouth. But Elizabeth didn't make any firm and quick movements, teasing Niska but allowing her to calm again.