Morrigan Vs. Tessa Price: Tables Hentai Match

Macha stalked towards Tessa as she was commanded with a stoic and purposeful visage. Babd was behind her and when Macha saw Tessa pick up a table, Macha grabbed Babd by the hair and swung her forward, using the tiny blonde as a shield and driving her into the table so that she could deflect it with Babd's body. The table slammed into the blonde and she let out a squeaky grunt as she was tossed aside with the table. "Thank You, Mistress!" She cried out as she tumbled to the ground in a daze. Macha pressed onward.

While Tessa stood up, Morrigan slipped out onto the apron and sized up Tessa. She waited for Tessa to get in the motion of lifting the table and leaped off the apron to try and drive her elbow into Tessa while she was distracted.

Curly used Larry as a makeshift shield to avoid the table hitting her, rushing in for the kill and causing Tessa to grit her teeth. The only mean of defense left that came in her mind was a hearty kick to the kneecap of the rushing Macha in the hope to hit her hard and causing her to tumble on the ground.

In the meantime, the shadow of Morgan fell upon her, but she was powerless trying to stop both Members of the Morrigan as the elbow smash hit and hammered her to the ground.
"NYYAAH!!!
she cried while going down and as the pain of the smash rushed through her.

Morrigan grinned as she smashed Tessa. She hit the ground and hopped forward a step before spinning around. Macha was able to see the desperate kick and ducked out of the way, avoiding getting taken out bey her own Mistress.

Morrigan looked down at Tessa and aimed to stomp down on Tessa's chest.

"Shall I grab a table, Mistress?" Macha said in a low tone.

"No! Tis cunt is going to suffer." Morrigan said as she tried to stomp down on Tessa.

*Rest of the Morrigan is banned from ringside* that was a stipulation Tessa should have asked for, not for some more toys like tables for them to have fun with her, but as always, good ideas arrived when it was too late. Although a cowardly bitch in the eyes of Tessa, Morgan sure know how to work in her game with that elbow and still commanded her two underlings. Maybe that could be worked on, attention diversion by commanding her underlings.

Macha had managed to avoid her kick but still cost her mistress some time by asking for a table in which she could find a moment to think about measures to fight of Morgan. She thought to have seen it when Morgan put up her foot to stomp her.

She would roll around until stopped by the standing leg of the leading Morrigan, try to cause Morgan to step over her with the stomp while grabbing the ankle she still stood on with one arm to avoid her getting away from Tessa's fist who would try to do a special *fisting* with the crotch area of Morgan by sending a punch up there. Getting hit in that department, no matter if really close or at the fringes of whatever, was no fun at all as she had experienced some mere minutes before, and Morgan looked like she could use a taste of her own medicine.

Morrigan stepped over the slippery Tessa as she tried to stomp down at the girl. She growled as the boot stomped on ground and not flesh and stared down at Tessa only to see a fist flying up at her. Her eyes widened as the fist hit its mark and a searing pain shot between her legs. Her mouth formed into an 'O' and she collapsed to her side, grabbing her now sow nethers.

Macha watched as her mistress was caught off guard and she wasted no time in throwing out a kick at Tessa, hoping to put the point of her boot into the side of the girl's head. Of the two, Macha was the one who could act independently of her Mistress if necessary. Babd could as well but often needed, or wanted, prompting to do anything useful. Morrigan wasn't concerned with that at the moment though.

The sweet sound of success, in the form of a silent O, found its way into the mind of Tessa but was shortly followed by a kick to her head that brought her back on the ground again and caused her head to hammer away at her with pain after she was pushed a little bit with the impact of the kick. A temporary goose egg at her head was already greeting her.

Macha was the silent *hero* of that match up to now, and Tessa saw her prophecy become truth that she couldn't outfight the whole Morrigan gang. Every time she managed to put a member of the Morrigan temporarily out of the race, another one filled her spot. But that Macha was a sly girl as it seemed, maybe she could talk her way out of that.

Morgan seemed to have other problems at the moment and wouldn't probably listen to her talking while she slowly tried to crawl backwards to gain some space between her and Morgan.
"You thought that through, Macha-san? When I, a complete stranger...who gives a shit about your sufferings, win this...match and bomb your ass through a table, you will just be a stupid maiden nobody even...thinks about while Morrigan gets all the attention for having lost a...handicap match and using you wrong.
The same when you win. Two maidens as useful tools of...a powerful mistress. Working as intended, nobody looks for...Macha-san.
But when you turn tail and run, all that...precious attention will be yours alone. The cowardly maid who must be...punished.
Tessa had no idea if a slave ticked this way or tried to please regardless of their personal enjoyment, but it was more than just lying there and getting your ass kicked.

Morrigan rolled on her back as she tried to nurse the pain. She'd been hit there many, many times and it never felt good but she had been able to know the best way to minimize the damage. In a match, that would come in handy and while Morrigan was fighting dirty, Tessa had thrown the first low blow. The game was on now as far as the red head was concerned. While Tessa gave her speech, Morrigan was on her knees and looking ready to get back into the fight.

Maca, on the other hand, listened to Tessa for a few moments. The girl's gambit would not pay off as Macha stepped forward and reached out for Tessa's hair to try and wrench her up into a semi-standing position.

"I live to serve. If I am not obfuscated then I am not doing my job." She said in a flat voice as she tried to position Tessa.

"The perfect table."
even if the situation looked grim, Tessa couldn't resist to grin about this testament of spontaneous self immolation by macha. It was the wrong button she had pressed, or hadn't pressed hard enough but had run out of time to try further.

"NYYAARRGG!!"
she grabbed at her own hair with one hand while getting lifted up to ease the pain of the hair pulling. Morgan was on her knees again and would be reentering this battle soon, so her second hand flailed through the air and tried to reach the face of Macha to sting her in the eyes with her fingers to let her hair go and make a dash behind the barricades to seek some cover in the spectator ranks if successful.

Macha gave out a cry as her eye was jabbed by Tessa's fingers. Her eye watered up instinctively and she let Tessa go to flee towards the crowd. Morrigan watched Tessa hop over the barricade and grabbed Macha and pulled her towards the ring.

"Babd!" Morrigan shouted as she and Macha slipped into the ring.

"Y-Yes, mistress!"

Babd, who had finally recovered from being slammed with the table and had been laying in a pile, slowly enjoying the pain throbbing in her head until she was snapped back into reality by her Mistresses' call. She quickly hopped up and slid into the ring as well.

The three maids stood in the ring, Morrigan smirking as she watched Tessa. "Ha! Go ahead and run, cunt!" She said as she flipped Tessa the bird. "You'll have to come back eventually!"

More than thankful for the break of the duty of fighting three girls at once and taking a deep breathing while moving along, Tessa took the quite humiliating task of crawling through the crowd. It was rather easy to follow her move to the commentator's table by the reaction of the audience where she showed up behind the barricade, grabbing the microphone from the ring announcer.

"Hey, Morgan!"
she called the leader of the Morrigan out.
"I knew you were a vulture when you let loose on that little girl at Avalanche. But what you and your flock show tonight is low, even for your standard."
Tessa paused for a moment and smiled menacingly. Chances against the three of them were non-existent in the long term, and Morgan had no honor to grab her on. But she had something to loose in the eyes of her subjects and probably her own mistress in case the line didn't end with Morgan. And Tessa? Losing a handicap match didn't ruin her credibility, although it sure wouldn't be pretty to be in the hands of the Morrigan.
"You're obviously not woman enough to fight on your own. Maybe you should make Macha your leader? Or Babd? One of them was clever enough to take a nap under a table, the other was clearly better than you in the fight. How I know that? None of them has a stamp of my knuckles on her pussy!"