Elizabeth vs. Niska: Mistress Battles Mistress

After a while teasing her opponent, Elizabeth would back off and stand up before heading towards one of the folded steel chairs in the ring. She would set it up and place the chair in the middle of the ring, as if she was inviting herself to sit on it. And she will, but not until after she brings Niska to the center as well.

So the blonde would return to the corner where Niska was, and she would pull her by her ankles so as to get her out of that awkward upside down position and have the Argentine end up prone on her back. The British mistress would continue to pull the green-haired woman until she was at the center of the ring, before grabbing at those green locks and gently pulling her up into a sitting position so that she would be facing away from the chair. It was only afterwards that Elizabeth would sit on the chair right behind the sitting Niska, and wasting no time, she would wrap one of her arms around the other mistress's face and head in an inverted facelock and wrench back in a dragon sleeper!

"Can you imagine this scene? Of being womanhandled by me comfortably sitting on a chair while you yourself have your body exposed to the cameras in a painful position? It's exhilarating, isn't it, Niska?" Elizabeth would whisper in an exotic tone after she leaned in to Niska's ears, breathing her hot pants on them as she wrenched further back in the submission to accuentate those delicious breasts of her highly masosadistic foe.

Niska was really in no shape to stop Elizabeth as the British woman went to set up a steel chair in the middle of the ring and then moved back over to grab Niska's ankles... It was probably not a good idea to even move Niska at the moment with a possible neck injury sustained, but the British mistress yanked her onto her back before starting to drag her over.

Niska let out a cry of pain as her body unfolded and her hips smacked down among the wooden debris of the table.. As she was pulled towards the middle of the ring, she tilted her head up to see the chair set up in the middle of the ring.. The Green haired mistress started to pant deeper with growing anticipation for what Elizabeth had in mind... maybe she was going to body slam her onto it or trap her head between the seat and the backing with giving her a drop kick...

Niska hair was grabbed and she was pulled up into a sitting position with the chair and Elizabeth behind her. At first she was a little dissappointed when she sensed the other mistress sit down behind her, but just as Niska was gonna try getting to her feet Elizabeth wrapped her arm around the front of Niska's face, drawing her head backwards

"AHHHHH!!!" Niska cried out into Elizabeth's armpit, with the back of her shoulders and neck taking all the brunt of the landing through the table before, the last thing Niska needed was a hold that targeted that neck area.. She felt Elizabeth wrapping her head tight and then a sharp torque on her neck that forced a spasm out of her body, one of her arms instinctively flailing out to the side

Elizabeth couldn't help but moan as she put a vicious torque on her dragon sleeper, wrenching Niska's neck brutally that made the latter spasm out in response to the pain. She would obviously make use of this new finding by lessening the pressure on the dragon sleeper, before suddenly re-applying a heightened pressure like before, wanting to see her beautiful foe spasm periodically and according to her own whims. She would repeat this until the Argentine would spasm wildly three times.

Should she managed to make Niska spasm on the third time, Elizabeth would let out a chuckle as her free hand would move to the other woman's breasts to fondle them playfully, even moving her fingers underneath the suspenders to brush her leathered-covered fingers over those erect nipples. Once her short playtime is over, the British would start to stand up, trying to force her opponent to stand alongside her as well.

Quickly taking a brief glance back at the set up steel chair, the blonde would break off the dragon sleeper, only to place herself beside the green-haired mistress and choke her with her free hand of the arm that was still unhurt. Her other hand would grip the edges of those leather trousers, before with a tough heaving grunt, Elizabeth would try to lift Niska high into the air as she tugged on the latter's trousers upwards, before chokeslamming her on the propped up chair!

The pressure loosened up on the dragon sleeeper, allowing Niska to ease up into a more stable sitting position... But before she could get comfortable, Elizabeth twisted Niska's neck sharply to one side, elicited short cry and another spasm from the Argentine's body just like she wanted. The green haired woman's chest puffed out suddenly as her body arched upwards, forcing her breasts to bounce lightly and making them easily available for the blonde's roam fingers. Niska's nipples felt quite stiff underneath the red bracers, she let out a huff of air that sounded like the sigh of a woman at the height of pleasure while Elizabeth loosened up on the hold and re-torqued the neck again. At this rate Elizabeth was set to put an injury on poor Niska's neck, but this was nothing compared to what the British woman had planned next...

Elizabeth got to her feet with her arm still hooked around Niska's head... The Argentine woman had no choice but to lift up onto her feet with her body arched backwards, her nose and lips pressed right up against the side of Elizabeth's torso. The dragon sleeper was released, but before Niska could fall to the mat Elizabeth siddled around beside her opponent and gripped a hand against the front of her throat. Niska gasped, both her hands grasping at Elizabeth's wrist as she gripped the side of Niska's trousers, hoisted her up and then brought her down right on the steel chair.

There was an awful sounding clatter as Niska's back broke the unfolded chair underneath her weight and then Niska's body slammed down upon the canvas with the crumpled chair underneath her. Niska's body arched up cruelly, her body trembling as a choked cry left the mistress's lips in between desperate gasps and pants. After a lengthy moment she settled a bit and her body eased downwards, but the broken chair jutted up into her back forcing her to remain arched upwards

Seeing the aftermath of Niska's body forced into such a cruel state, it sent shivers up Elizabeth's spine from not only the pleasure of dominating a strong one, but also from the fear of being on the receiving end of that. But she will stomach this and continue on as a sign of respect for their way of life. Thus, overcoming the small sympathy that had swelled up for her foe, Elizabeth would move to stomp one of her feet over Niska's mid-section, the heel of her boot no doubt piercing a spot uncomfortably on the soft flesh of the beautiful Argentine, and the British did this with a smile, as if she was sincere about this harsh act.

Looking around the ring as she left her planted foot on top of Niska's mid-section, the weight of her leg pressing down on the green-haired woman's body over the crumpled steel chair underneath, Elizabeth would have an idea that is befitting for a dominatrix. Taking her leg off of her opponent's figure, the blonde would move to the edge of the ring and exit through the ropes, dropping down from the apron onto the outside concrete floor and moving towards one of the ring corners where the steel steps are located. She would grab the top half of the overall steps and toss it away, only to get the bottom half and lift it up, before bringing it underneath the bottom ropes and pushing it into the ring.

Once that is done, Elizabeth would re-enter the ring from underneath the bottom ropes before standing up and pushing the bottom half of the detached steel steps near the center of the ring. Naturally, she didn't expect Niska to recover yet after the brutal beating she got from having her beautiful buxom body smashing into the wooden table and a steel chair. Moving towards the dominated dominating woman, Elizabeth would grab two handful of that beautiful green mane and pull Niska up to her feet without any regard for her current state of being, positioning her so that behind the taller woman would be the steel steps. Briefly, the blonde-haired lady would move in to give her sexy foe a kiss, before trying to hit the side of Niska's very hurt neck to stun her. Afterwards, Elizabeth would double her opponent over by tucking her head in between her warm and strong thighs, all in preparation of her next move.

Whatever she had planned, it will surely be a wonderful thing for both of them as fellow mistresses.

"Ahh!" Niska cried out as Elizabeth pressed her foot down onto her belly, her body laying sprawled over the ladder as Elizabeth lusted over her broken form and then sent a stomp down on her that made Niska's whole body jolt sharply. The Argentine mistress couldn't move at all as Elizabeth left the ring and it was only because the chair had been bent unevenly out of shape that she was eventually allowed to slump heavily down to the mat on one side. It felt like Elizabeth had done something awful to Niska's back, perhaps an injury... That made the green haired woman shudder, the thought of Elizabeth having possibly put Niska out of action as she had to recover from an injury along with the thought that the British woman still hadn't finished yet!

Niska's heart skipped a beat as she heard the clattering and scrapping of metal as Elizabeth pulled the top half of the metal steps off... She was going to use that.

"Oww god.." Niska murmured breathless, her sex throbbing.. As much as she wanted to just allow Elizabeth to have her way with her body, if the other woman was able to score another big hit on them steps then this match was probably going to be over as Niska wouldn't be able to get back in it at all... And Niska's sadistic side still wanted to return some of the favour back to Elizabeth. Meanwhile the ref looked nervously at what Elizabeth was doing, starting to think Niska might get badly hurt here.

Niska gingerly rolled over onto one side, hand on her back as she cringed in pain... And then Elizabeth was on her again.. Grabbing her by the hair and sharply turning her to face Elizabeth while pulling her into a sitting position, her back cried out in pain as it couldn't move quickly so soon after what Elizabeth had done to it. Niska face pressed against Elizabeth's thigh, panting horsely as the blonde started pulling her up. There was only one thing Niska could do to buy herself more time and turn thing around; sucking in a breath as she was pulled up to her knees, she swung her forearm up between the other mistresses legs, trying to score a low blow to hault Elizabeth in her tracks

Because of the heavy beating she gave to her opponent, especially with the weapons provided, Elizabeth would not be expecting a sudden counterattack from the downed and severely hurt Niska, and her guard was almost completely down. Thus, when she tried to lift her fellow mistress up to her feet, the sudden lowblow made the blonde froze in place, accompanied with a twisted expression of pain and discomfort on her face. Her legs were already buckling, her body wanting to fall down to their knees from the uncomfortable feeling she has within her.

It wasn't until a brief moment had passed that Elizabeth would finally cry out a sharp gasp as the pain finally made her react in an unpleasant way, and her hands would immediately press on top of the steep steps to keep herself standing. Her body would end up being doubled-over with her busty breasts pressing down on the top of Niska's head in a cute manner. But overall, this is not a cute experience for the Brit, and the sheer pain made her froze in place, making her unable to move at all. She bit her lower lips, glaring down at where Niska is as a natural reaction to being fiercely wounded, but this threatening glare is empty of any actual threat for she can't do anything right now but be left to the whims of her fellow Argentine mistress.

Niska let out a faint warm pant right into Elizabeth's belly as she slot her forearm right up between the Brits lush thighs. Elizabeth chest touched down on top of Niska's green hair, as if she were wearing the blonde's breasts as a temporary replacement for her mistress military cap. She gently rubbed the palm of her free hand against the side of Elizabeth's butt cheek as if she were trying to sooth or give the other woman some kind of comfort.

The ref girl actually looked a little relieved to see Niska scoring the low blow, the blonde mistress had something really bad in mind with them steel steps and the ref was worried that the match might have had to be stopped if she had been able to do what ever she was planning.

Finally Niska pulled her arm out from between Elizabeth's legs, reaching her arm to instead hook around the back of her opponent's thighs. Niska's head slipped to oneside, her cheek snuggling right up against the side of Elizabeth's butt cheeks as the big Argentine woman exhaled heatedly a couple of times. Elizabeth was still doubled over, but now with her breasts pressing down agaisnt Niska's back while the green haired woman's shoulder was planted right against the Brit's belly.

Then with a deep grunt of effort and pain, Niska hoisted upwards. Her back immediately cried out in pain as she tried to lift the blondes weight up off the mat and her legs trembled underneath her as if they were about to buckle. Niska didn't try to keep the other woman's weight up over the shoulder for long, but instead just let herself drop backwards with Elizabeth... Both women coming straight down back first towards the cruel steel steps that Elizabeth had set up