Enclosed Cage Match: Heather vs Isabella Snow

"Gu-hugh...gaagh.." Heather fought her hardest to get the girl's hand off her neck as she continued to choke her with it. Her eyes were starting to water up as the girl ripped her top off, squeezing at her breasts along with the choke. The mix of pain and pleasure as the girl molested her was something that was driving Heater wild and she wanted out as soon as possible. She knew if the girl kept this up, she would probably pass out from the feeling, giving her a loss, something she wasn't willing to accept.

But, the girl wasn't really giving her any leeway with it came down to it. Heather would just glare up at Isabella as she heard her words before she felt her grip her neck even harder. Heather's eyes would squint even more, tears coming down her cheeks as the girl would slide her hand underneath her pants and panties, starting to rub her sex. "Gh..s..stop.." Heather let out, shaking her head and squirming around on the ground, feeling incredibly helpless as she just fought to pry the girl's arm from her neck.

The look in Heather's eyes as she continued to deprive her of air was simply perfect to Isabella who had her opponent right where she wanted her, all she needed to do was keep Heather pinned down and this match would be over before it had even gotten a chance to begin. Despite how poor her position was Heather continued to glare up at Isabella, earning the woman another firm squeeze of her neck causing her to squint, tears running down her face which was a first for Isabella.

"Stop? Now why would I stop now that I've got you exactly where you belong?" Isabella mocked the woman while her hand ran along Heather's already wet sex, her body telling Isabella that while she might deny it Heather was enjoying every moment of this. She was however finding it difficult to keep her grip on the girl's neck as her struggling become more frantic, clicking her tongue in annoyance before she released her hold on Heather's throat, though only for a moment before she moved her hand up to grab a handful of the woman's hair. "You may as well just stop fighting." She said before plunging two of her fingers into Heather's sex, fingering her mercilessly as she sought to make her cum while still wearing her pants.

"Guugh..youu.." Heather let out, fighting for air as much as she could when finally the girl would release her throat. Heather would gasp for air, taking in as much as she could before Isabella would grab her by her hair. Heather let out a little groan of pain from the sting as she would hear Isabella's words. "F..fuck you.." Heather said back to her, not wanting to give into her, however it was becoming harder and harder as Isabella plunged two of her fingers in her sex.

Heather would let out a loud moan, biting her lip hard after that as she struggled against her. Unfortunately for her, no matter what she did she seemed to be having quite a bit of trouble resisting the girl. She really was laying it into her with her fingering, driving her body wild with pleasure as she held her hair in place. She wanted to fight it so badly, not wanting to give the girl any satisfaction, but after a minute or two of this keeping up, Heather would burst out, her juices flowing out as she let out a whimper.

"Tch tch, what unkind words Heather." Isabella said in reply to the girl's cursing, yanking on her hair to punish the woman as she looked down into her tear filled eyes. The very moment Isabella's fingers found their way inside of Heather's pussy the woman cried out in pleasure, unable to resist Isabella leaned down to press her lips against hers to steal a kiss from Heather, kissing her aggressively while cutting off her air supply once again. Her fingers quickened their pace until Isabella's hand was slapping against Heather's womanhood, pounding the girl's sex with her quick but powerful thrusts in a further sign of her dominance over her.

She never broke the kiss even for a moment until she felt Heather's pussy clench tight around her invading fingers, pulling her lips away with a thread of saliva connecting them as Heather's juices came flooding out of her. Isabella's fingers continued to pump inside of Heather while she came to make it last as long as possible, the thought of Heather's juices soaking into the woman's panties and pants sending a shiver of excitement up her spine. "Oh I bet that feels absolutely dirty doesn't it Heather, having your juices running down your legs like that?" She said before trying to get back to her feet, dragging Heather up by her hair onto her feet before trying to fling her face first against the ring post.

"Haagh!!" Heather let out as Isabella yanked back on her hair, just adding to her helplessness as Isabella kept forcefully pleasuring her. Then though, her eyes widened as the girl would press her lips against her's, locking her in that aggressive kiss, cutting off her air as the girl's fingers got more and more intense in their pumping, her hand slapping against her pussy as she ruthlessly pounded it, driving her more and more wild before her body would completely give in, bursting out in her hand.

Finally, the girl released the kiss after Heather came, her juices soaking her panties and seeping through to leave a wet spot on her pants. At the girl's words, Heather whimpered out a bit, feeling exactly how Isabella was saying that she did. She was exhausted and dizzy as Isabella picked her up from how roughly she was forced to cum, the girl sending another shockwave of pain through her with that pulling at her hair before she would be flung into the ring post, Heather yelling out as her face collided with it, causing her to stumble back a bit, turning and falling to her butt, sitting up against the corner, tending to her face.

Beyond a brief moment where Heather had turned the tables on her the entire match had been nothing but Isabella dominating the number one contender, exactly as it should have been against one of the weak girls in Cecilia's camp. Heather's climax was quite the draining one it seemed as the woman did little more than whimper while laying flat on the mat, looking utterly defeated though Isabella knew there was likely some fight left in her. Lifting the woman up by her hair Isabella gave Heather no time to recover, hurling her against the turnbuckles where she bounced off of for a moment before ultimately ending up on her ass leaning against the corner.

Isabella swayed her hips as she walked over to the fallen Heather, licking the girl's juices from her fingers while moaning suggestively. "You taste rather delicious Heather, I will have to take more of your cum before this is done." Laughing at her own little joke Isabella leaned over to grab Heather by her hair once more, looking to pull her up along the ring corner so that her arms were draped over the top ropes. She would then wrap her arms around the woman's waist and lift her up so that she was sitting on the top turnbuckle, all before attempting to slam the woman down onto her back.

"uugh..shut up..n-no way am I..gonna let you.." Heather let out as she sat against the corner, trying to regain herself. She couldn't believe how bad this match was going for her and it was going to take quite a bit to get it into her control somehow. However Isabella wasn't going to give her much time to think about it it seemed as she would pick her up, lifting her up onto the top rope.

Heather grit her teeth, knowing what was coming and she knew she had to stop it. In an act of desperation, Heather would try to kick her legs wildly at Isabella, trying to kick her away and stop her from slamming her down onto the mat.

"It doesn't matter what you let me do Heather since I am going to do what I please to this little body of yours!" Isabella shouted right back at the girl in frustration as the woman's wild flailing about with her legs kept her from wrapping her arms around her to deliver the power bomb. Gritting her teeth in anger Isabella gave up on trying to slam the girl, instead lashing out in her fury with a quick uppercut aimed for Heather's chin, looking to knock the woman right off of her perch upon the top turnbuckle.

Heather grinned as she was able to hold her off with her kicking, thinking that she could capitalize on this and get at the girl. However, before she could do anything she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chin, jolting her whole head as Isabella connected with that hard uppercut. The move dazed Heather quite a bit as she fell off the ropes, landing on her side as she groaned out, rubbing her chin trying to recover.

The annoyance Isabella felt as Heather continued to elude her efforts to put her down continued to mount as the woman refused to let Isabella slam her down to the mat, but the wild uppercut which soon followed worked wonders to end that bit of trouble the woman had been giving her. With a loud crack her fist connected with Heather's chin, sending the woman tumbling down to the mat forcing Isabella to jump backwards or else she would have been struck by the falling woman, Heather ending up sprawled out on the mat groaning from the pain.

"You should have just allowed me to slam you Heather, might have felt better." Isabella said taunting the woman while she would lean down to roll Heather onto her back before turning around, moving to drop down planting her ass upon the woman's face with her knees pinning Heather's arms to the mat. "I call this move Taste of Heaven, enjoy." She would say before then leaning forward to grab onto the woman's right leg, bending it inward to give her free access to the lovely Heather's sex, Isabella eager to slide four of her fingers into the woman's pussy.

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