[Pendant Match] Ladder: Heather vs Natasha

"Ah..what...N-natasha I.." Heather would let out, not knowing what to say back to Natasha's words. She felt a little bad, not wanting Natasha to think that Heather thought any less of her. Heather at this point was not downing Natasha's abilities at all. She had already proven to her that she could stand the fight with her in areas that didn't involve hentai, even though she WAS weakening her quite a bit with her fingering. Heather wanted right there to tell the girl that she wasn't doubting her at all, that she actually was thinking quite highly of Natasha at the moment, but she swallowed her words, not wanting to change the tone as the girl was on a roll.

Eventually, Heather would release her juices, letting out a long moan and sigh as her body would relax finally, hearing Natasha's words after. "Gh..Trust me..I.. already know that." Heather would say, knowing quite well how bad her sexual endurance was. But that wasn't what she had to worry about right now. Natasha was shifting gears, and she would feel her grab her ankle, starting to get her into an ankle lock. Heather would let out a yell of pain, but as she looked up, she would realize she wasn't too far from the ropes.

While there couldn't be a ropebreak, Heather had an idea. She was a bit exhausted from just cumming, but she still tried her best to react. She would push herself and Natasha back a little, grabbing the ropes with both hands, where she would pull herself past the apron, using the ropes to climb herself up on the other side of them, her foot still in Natasha's grasp. From there, she would use her other foot to attempt to stomp at Natasha, trying to get her to break the lock.

The mat beneath Heather's sex was now stained with the woman's juices, Natasha finding herself wishing the rings weren't cleaned so thoroughly after every match so everyone could see just how much Heather had been forced to cum to Natasha. Returning her focus to the matter at hand the busty blue haired woman locked in the ankle and began to twist it, steadily increasing the pressure as she sought to weaken yet another part of Heather as one couldn't climb a ladder if they couldn't walk. She did feel a bit conflicted over what she had to do in a match like this to win but she had promised both her team and Heather she wouldn't hold back and she wasn't going to break those promises.

"Hey wait a second, where do you think you're going?" Natasha cried out as Heather began dragging them both towards the ropes, confused as to what she was trying to do since in this type of match there were no rope breaks. Her eyes were narrowed as she tried to figure out what Heather was thinking, but they opened nice and wide as the woman began to pull herself up even with Natasha struggling to yank her back down. She held on as long as she could to the ankle lock, applying as much pressure to it as she wanted to do the most damage while she could, even resisting the first couple kicks as Heather was still recovering from her orgasm and couldn't put her full power behind them, but on the third kick Natasha was forced to release the ankle. Grabbing her chest where Heather had kicked her Natasha rolled away to try and put some distance between them before pushing against the mat to try and get to her feet before Heather.

As Natasha kept twisting at her ankle, Heather knew that she had to act before Natasha could do and real damage. If she hurt her ankle enough, Heather knew how difficult it would be to climb that ladder and grab the briefcase. In reality, Heather didn't really actually know what was contained inside it. She was fully convinced it was half a pendant, though part of her was wondering if the pendants were actual physical things as she's never actually seen one. Whatever though, it didn't matter. All she knew was that she had to climb the ladder and get that briefcase. She couldn't let her friend Adrian down, and she was going to take it to Natasha the best she could.

Finally, using the ropes, Heather was able to get on the ring apron and kick at Natasha to get her to release her ankle. Heather would lean on the ropes on the outside, shaking out her ankle as much as she could. Luckily she was able to stop her before it would hinder any of her moves, but her stomach was still hurting quite a bit. She couldn't let that get to her though. She would pull herself up standing t he rest of the way as she would wait for Natasha to get up. As soon as she did, Heather would use the ropes to leap herself up onto the top, jumping off to try and hit her with a shooting star press as she stood there, wanting to remind her yet again who she was facing.

Natasha never would've thought to use the ropes in such a way, but then again that was the experience of Heather that made her so dangerous. Wincing at the pain in her chest, a couple of those kicks having struck her right in her breasts, Natasha rolled across the ring to try and escape any further attack on Heather's part. A little pain wasn't going to slow her down though and Natasha pushed herself back onto her feet prepared to counter whatever it was Heather threw at her next, sure that after so much abuse the woman would be slow to come back after her. No sooner had she turned to face her however did Natasha realize she had underestimated her once again, the shooting star press working to perfection as Heather collided with Natasha.

"Omph!" Was all Natasha could let out as she was slammed down to the mat, her back bouncing from the sheer force of the impact. Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open as she gasped for air after it had been driven out of her lungs by the star press. Oh god that one hurt, thats the last time I underestimate her. Nat thought to herself knowing she needed to avoid as many hits like that as she could from now on. At least they were in the middle of the ring so Heather couldn't just go back to setting up the ladder, could she? Glancing down at Heather who lay on top of her Natasha struggled to push upward against the woman, trying to toss her back off of her so she could get to her feet and recover her breath.

Leaping off the ropes, heading straight towards Natasha, she could feel that rush of adrenaline flow through her, pumping through her veins as she was about to collide on top of Natasha. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity in the air, she would crash right onto her, taking her down to the mat with that shooting star press, landing on top of her as she did. Heather would remain just lying on her, breathing in and out deeply, completely exhausted from just pulling off a huge move like that after all that Natasha had done to her.

Heather wasn't done though. She wanted to get Natasha back for what she did. Pushing herself up, she would slide herself up Natasha's body, her breasts just above the girl's face. "You've been doing great so far Natasha. Much better than I could have imagined. So here's your reward. I know how much you love my breasts." Heather would let out, trying to lower her body down and smother the girl with her breasts, her hand sliding down Natasha as well, attempting to slide itself into the girl's tight shorts and start to finger her, wanting to get her back for making her cum just earlier.

Natasha had already been suffering from a deep ache in her lower back after those hard throws from Heather earlier and being smashed into had only made that worse. On top of that she was now having to deal with pain in her chest, only making it near impossible to push Heather off of her just yet as her arms buckled under the weight of her idol laying on top of her, leaving Natasha to realize she would have to find another way out. At least Heather looked like that move had taken a lot out of her, her breathing nice and heavy, though that also meant she wasn't going to be getting off anytime soon.

"Since when were you such a flyer Heather, wasn't, uh, expecting that." Natasha managed to say in between her own deep breaths, her body slowly recovering from being struck by the shooting star press though she was only able to weakly push against Heather as she dragged herself up along Nat's body. Blushing as she felt the woman's tits drag over her own, their nipples brushing against one another as Heather pulled herself up just a little bit more so that her tits were hanging right above Natasha's face. Staring at those lovely mounds Nat figured she would make Heather pay for her unfortunate positioning, her tongue licking against her nipples as Natasha listened to Heather's words. Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson at how she complimented her, but her eyes went wide when she mentioned a reward.

"Wait what?" Was all she managed to shout out before Heather pressed her chest down over her face, Natasha squirming beneath her idol as she rubbed her face all over those perfect orbs. She was still too weak to power out but she wouldn't just lay there inside the smother hold, if Heather wanted to use Natasha's own tactics against her then she would make her pay for them. Soon Heather's breasts would be soaked in the blue haired woman's saliva, Natasha didn't even feel the hand sliding down her body until that finger thrust inside her, the woman freezing up for a moment as she realized Heather was actually repaying her for the embarrassment she had been forced to endure.

Natasha only began to squirm harder underneath Heather, moaning into her breasts all the while as she struggled to free herself from this incredible combination. She knew such a move wouldn't cost her the match if she succumbed to it but Natasha wasn't eager to see what Heather might follow this up with if she lost herself in her orgasm. She pushed up on the shoulders of Heather trying to roll her over and off of her, squeezing her thighs together to try and slow that hand of Heather down.

"Ooh come on now Natasha, I would hope you would know a bit more about me to know that I do things like that." Heather would let out through her heavy breathing as she heard Natasha say she wasn't expecting that shooting star press. It was something that made Heather laugh inside a little bit but she wanted Natasha to know that's how she was really like. Dragging her breasts over the girl's body, she would let out a little breathy moan as she rubbed her breasts over Natasha's before she would make it so her breasts were just above Natasha's face, saying what she did about giving Natasha her reward. She would feel the girl's eagerness get the better of her as she would already lick her tongue against her nipples.

Descending upon her face, smothering her with her breasts, Heather would let out a little pleased giggle as she would start to cut off Natasha's air, wanting to really pay her back now. As she slipped her hand under the girl's tight shorts, she would immediately start fingering her, feeling Natasha start to lick at her breasts. Normally, Heather would pull away at this feeling, but she was just letting her body enjoy the pleasure of Natasha's tongue as she would continue to finger the girl, trying her best to get Natasha to cum for her right then and there.

"You're mine now Natasha. All those times you beat me in something like this, now it's my turn." Heather would let out, feeling t hat wave of dominance surge through her as she fingered the girl. She would feel Natasha begin to push up on her shoulders, causing Heather to attempt to grab both Natasha's wrists with her one hand, trying to wrap her legs around her's and spread them out in a grapevine to keep her access to the girl's sex, not wanting to let her mess up her opportunity here at getting her back. She was going to show her what happened when she came into her turf.

Natasha couldn't believe at first what Heather was doing to her, the shy woman she had met back in the gym not too long ago was sexually dominating her and from the sound of her voice she was loving every second of it. The woman's sexual endurance may have needed work but her technique was a lot better than she remembered, drawing scream like moans from the blue haired beauty, though these were muffled as her face was being crushed by Heather's ample breasts. She could feel her lungs starting to burn as her air began to run low, but she kept on fighting trying to break free though as she grew desperate Natasha could think of only one thing to do. Her eyes starting to water from the lack of air Natasha wrapped her lips around as much of Heather's right breast as she could before biting down, not too hard but just enough so that it would leave a mark on her skin. Immediately after she focused her tongue on the spot trying to shock Heather into releasing her.

Her tongue grew more wild in its work as Heather intensified her fingering, Natasha arching her back involuntarily as her body responded to the attack on her sex which was dripping now onto the mat. Unlike Heather however she could last quite a while in hentai holds like this one, but even she had her limits and after the beating she had taken so far in the match she was finding it impossible to see a way out. This feeling of hopelessness only grew worse as Heather pinned her hands above her head and even went so far as to entangle her legs and force them apart, her fingers growing faster as the resistance was gone. She bit down again and again, growing weaker each time as she felt herself nearing passing out, unsure if her body would unleash the massive orgasm building within her or if she would pass out from lack of air first. She found her answer as she kept her body under her control until finally her eyes glazed over and she passed out under those amazing breasts.

Heather was definitely letting the dominant side of her take over as she was taking full advantage of the situation that she had Natasha in. She was loving giving the girl a little taste of her own medicine, sexing her up while she could. Natasha's muffled yells and moans were like music to her ears as she continued to keep her breasts pressed into the girl's face, trying to keep the intensity up on her fingering as much as she could. It was then that she would feel Natasha bite gently at her breast, causing her to let out a little shudder when it was accompanied by her licking at that same area. She was really pushing herself, but Heather would remain on top of Natasha throughout.

Feeling her keep up her biting, Heather would grit her teeth as she locked in that grapevine and pinned the girl's wrists down, still furiously fingering her sex. She was biting her lip, enduring NAtasha's biting before it would start to grow weaker until Natasha would finally pass out underneath her, her breasts putting her out it seemed. Heather would get up off her, a little disappointed that she couldn't make the girl cum, but she had an idea. While she was passed out, Heather would reach down and slip off the girl's shorts before sliding out of the ring.

Fishing underneath the apron, Heather would pull out a length of rope, grinning widely as she would slide back in. She would pull Natasha by her wrists into the corner, tying her wrists to the turnbuckle before she would kneel in front of her, just waiting for her to wake up, her face just inches from Natasha's, planting a kiss on her lips the second she would see her eyes fluttering before breaking it right after. "Good morning"

Natasha found herself between a rock and a hard place as not only was she caught without a hope of escape in this smother hold but she was also being fingered mercilessly by a vengeful Heather. While she did have much better sexual endurance than Heather possessed, she could feel her climax quickly approaching and knew if she didn't pass out first she would surely cum. Given the choice she chose to pass out and hope Heather didn't climb the ladder in that time, she wasn't about to give Heather the morale boost of making her cum, at least not yet. She stopped trying to free her mouth and gave in to the smother, blacking out as her body went limp.

Heather would have no trouble as she stripped the woman of her shorts revealing to the crowd she wore no panties at all, her sex practically dripping showing just how close she had been to losing herself and cumming all over the mat. Groaning lightly as she started to come to, Natasha did little more than squirm slightly as she was dragged towards the corner, her eyes beginning to open just as Heather finished her knot, the kiss upon her lips bringing her back to full consciousness. "Aaahhhhhh, what, wait, how long was I......" Natasha stammered out until she realized exactly where she was, glancing up when she tried to pull down her arms only to find they were tied to the turnbuckle. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped in shock, tugging on the rope like mad trying to loosen the knot to little success so far. She turned her back around to stare into the eyes of Heather, her lips curling back up into her signature grin as she tried to bring herself back under control, she couldn't show Heather she was panicking.

"This is a ladder match not a handcuff match Heather, did I hit you one two many times in the head or something? Now let me out of this before I have to seek revenge for tying me up." Natasha said trying her best to sound confident, though on the inside her mind was racing trying to figure out a way to free herself. Twisting her wrists she began to work against the knots trying to steadily loosen them, though in the meantime she could do little more than kick out at the head of Heather, looking for a surprise hit.