Hell Revisited (For Cirno)

"Don't TALK to me about that match! That's done! The only part that matters is the fact that I beat you. I don't CARE about anything else!" Heather would say, trying to ignore Saten's words recalling the match. What the girl had almost done to her and had even coerced Heather into accepting it, Heather wanted to get long out of her mind. She got her payback for that and she wanted to be done with it, but here she was again, and Heather figured she'd make her pay again for attempting at revenge.

With the chop to Saten's breasts, Heather would grin almost wickedly, thinking she had her and was just going to work her over from here on out. However what she felt instead was quite the surprise for her as the girl jolted her body up, a farcry from her lying comfortably underneath her just seconds earlier. The sudden heave shocked Heather slightly, and she was thrown off Saten, landing beside her in a sitting position. "Kh..you..."

" You defeated me in a dirty way! " Although the blush remained on Saten, she was not going to let Heather get away from her without showing her an extra amount of dominance. What she had done to her a few minutes ago was just minor. She wanted to make Heather submit to her, whine and beg for mercy when she was busy doing what she pleased to her.

So many options were available now. She quickly moved up and came onto Heather's lap, arms moving quickly to latch them around Heather's body for a bearhug but also to trap those arms by her sides. A renewed grin upon her face, knowing she was going to make Heather regret ever going against her.

"Tch! Y-you're the one who started it!" Heather would yell out in response to the girl's words. It was true that Heather may have groped Saten quite a bit as she had her in the smother, adding to the feeling in trying to get her to submit, but Heather felt like there would have been no reason to do something like that if the girl hadn't first gotten her going with the sensual stuff earlier on in the match.

As Heather scurried to get to her feet, she was stopped when Saten came and sat down on her lap before she wrapped her arms around her. "Wh-what!? Gaagh!! D-damn let go!!" Heather would let out, struggling to get out of the bearhug like position that Saten had got her into.

" So adorable! Too bad you have to lose badly! " Saten snickered, lowering herself so she could bring her lips to Heather's forehead so she could drag her tongue over her forehead, trying to taunt her. Then she decided to show Heather who she messed with, trying to lower them both so she could bring Heather onto her back, which would also result to Saten placing her breasts right upon Heather's face once more, trying to maintain the bearhug so Heather could not ruin her fun anymore.

"What?? A-adorable?? Egh...you..just wait." Heather would let out, constantly struggling to break her arms free from the bearhug. Feeling the girl drag her tongue over her forehead, a shiver would run through Heather before she would suddenly feel herself being lowered onto her back. "Aaah wh...L-l-let go!" Heather would let out before she saw the girl's still bare breasts descend upon her face again.

"N-no wait I-MMmmmph!!" Heather would let out before Saten's breasts pressed against her face, smothering her again as her body jerked around as she fought to free herself from the bearhug.

" Now.. Stay right there, brat. " Saten spoke out with her usual cold tone, having her composure back now that she is in a dominant position. She released the bearhug though only to grab at the wrists and bring them up to pin them above her head. She was going to do the same thing Heather did to her in the match!

She tried to pin both of Heather's wrists with one hand so her free hand could move down and plant it upon Heather's crotch.

Hearing Saten's words from underneath her, Heather would scream out in protest, muffled by the girl's breasts that were pressed against her face. Trying as hard as she might in the bearhug, she would soon find her wrists pinned above her head as the girl released her. She would clench and relax her fists constantly before she would feel one of Saten's hand go down onto her crotch.

"Mmmmm!!?? MMMMMMPH!!!" As soon as she felt that, Heather would frantically try to push her arms up and out, struggling as hard as she could to be released from the trap that the girl had her in. Unable to get any breath from the smother, she knew if she was in there too long she would weaken and be just in Saten's hands. She had to escape.