Whats a Tables Match Between Lovers? - Heather v Natasha III

"Mmmmph!!" Heather let out a long muffled yell of frustration as Natasha teased her like she did. She was trying her best to fight against Natasha, but she would soon feel her legs tighten around her head and her wrists grabbed by Natasha, effectively stopping her fighting back. She continued her muffled groans into Natasha's covered sex, her face still as red as it could get as she was starting to feel quite lightheaded, Natasha's scent and her lack of oxygen getting to her head as her struggles were starting to die down.

Keeping Heather trapped between her thighs was proving to be more difficult than she had thought it would, the woman seeming quite motivated to escape from the head scissors as she pulled upon her legs. That was surprising to her as Natasha would have thought Heather would love being stuck in such a hold, after all smother holds were the woman's favorite submissions, though this could just mean Heather was finally growing more resistant to embarrassing moves such as this one. She couldn't have her escaping just yet though, Natasha reaching forward and taking a firm hold of the woman's wrists before she could pull herself free, Heathers muffled cries growing more desperate sounding as she began to feel the woman growing weaker within the submission.

But making the woman pass out wouldn't help her much in this kind of match, at least not yet as she had to put Heather through a table first, and that would be made even more difficult if she was having to lift her off the mat. "Well at least we now know I can smother you out anytime Heather." She would say before unwrapping her legs from around the woman's head, rolling sideways towards the edge of the ring so she could roll outside and grab a table.

Heather would keep trying to force her way out of the scissor and smother combo hold. Honestly though, as surprised as Natasha was it was justified. Heather's face was as red as it could get as she couldn't help but be nearly intoxicated by Natasha's scent, loving the position she was in, but she couldn't admit that or show that in the match. With her wrists held by Natasha now though, she was in quite a bit of trouble in the hold.

Finally though, Natasha would say what she did before unwrapping her legs from her head, leaving Heather lying t here and gasping for air as she rubbed her neck. "Gaah..haah.." Heather breathed in and out heavily, her face a total red as she got up on her hands and knees, needing time to recover as Natasha went for a table.

Natasha unwrapped her legs from around the head of her lover giving the woman a chance to breath, something she hadn't wanted to do nor would have done if the match stipulation had been anything but tables. She also had a sneaking suspicion that Heather hadn't wanted out of the hold herself, that the woman had likely been enjoying having her face buried against Natasha's sex since she had learned very quickly once they began dating that Heather had a smothering fetish, plus the woman never could get enough of her body.

"I'll be right back and don't worry, you will get to be smothered by me at the end of the match." Natasha teased as she rolled out of the ring, dropping down to the floor where she immediately began pulling out one of the many tables that were stacked up underneath the ring. While Heather was struggling to catch her breath, something that fortunately for her would take a minute or so, Natasha slid the table into the ring before rolling back in herself, rising up onto her feet to then go back after Heather. The table needed time to set up and she wasn't sure she had bought enough of it with her head scissor, so she walked up behind Heather to try slipping an arm around her neck and sitting down upon her lower back, wrenching her body backwards in a camel clutch.

Heather clicked her tongue at Natasha's teasing, her face turning deeper red still as she would keep trying to recover herself. She tried to keep her eyes on Natasha, but with how she was looking down earlier she wasn't sure where she exited to. She figured it was no matter at the moment, that she would just focus on recovering herself and nothing more, but soon she would find that she wasn't allowed to do so.

She would hear t he table slide into the ring, about to turn around before she felt Natasha's arm around her neck, causing her to yelp out as the girl would sit on her back, pulling her into that camel clutch. "Agh! D-damn!" She let out, gritting her teeth, desperately trying to pry her arm away.

Submissions were a large part of Natasha's strategy to winning nearly all of the matches she found herself in and this tables match was no exception even though she couldn't win directly via submission. For while it wouldn't win her the match in the traditional sense, every hold she placed Heather into would weaken her body, and through targeting her limbs and back Natasha felt she could all but guarantee that it wouldn't be Heather putting anyone through a table.

Pushing aside her feelings for the woman Natasha pulled back on Heather's head to place her in the camel clutch, giving a few harsh tugs upon her to make sure the hold was as effective as possible. "This will not be the ladder match all over again Heather." Natasha whispered into the girl's ear before switching up the submission a little by wrapping her arms around the neck of Heather, keeping her in the painful stretch while also applying the choke hold.

Heather groaned out, desperately trying to pull Natasha's arms away in that camel clutch hold. She was not skilled in submissions at all and with how good Natasha was in them, Heather was only able to try and pry herself out. She kicked her legs frantically as she kept her prying up, trying her best to escape from Natasha's hold.

"gh..W-we'll see about that one Natasha. I'm going..to win." She let out, clenching her arm hard as she pulled with all her might, twisting and turning as well.

Heather was no doubt desperate to free herself from the camel clutch and it showed with how wildly she flailed about, squirming underneath Natasha while yanking on the woman's arm with everything she had. Natasha knew how strong Heather was however and knew that she could hold her own against the woman in regards to strength, especially given how much more experience she had with submission holds than her girlfriend, gritting her teeth as she kept her forearm dug into the woman's neck while the other shifted to pull back on the choking arm to keep the hold locked in.

"I'm not going to underestimate you, it will be me winning this match tonight though don't worry, you won't be left out of the victory celebration." Natasha whispered into the woman's ear before pulling even further back on the woman's neck, not about to let up until she had the girl drained.

Heather continued to struggle with all she could, but it seemed pointless. It was true, Natasha was definitely both stronger than her and more experienced in submissions than her. It was incredibly frustrating for Heather and she scratched at the mat in the pain. "Gh! J-just let go already Natashaa!!" She let out in her frustration, pounding her fists on the mat once as she was starting to feel her strength fade in the submission hold.

She shook her head as much as she could in the camel clutch when she heard Natasha's words, refusing the thought of losing. "Kh..sh-shouldn't be so..over confident Natasha.." Heather let out, her strength fading quite a bit, but she tried her best to throw her elbows back in a last ditch attempt at escaping, trying to strike Natasha with her elbows.

Natasha could feel her lover tiring in her arms as she continued to apply the camel clutch, it seemed soon she would be able to release Heather and go about setting up one of the tables. At least thats what she thought just before the woman struck her in the side with an elbow, Natasha grimacing from the sudden and unexpected pain but she didn't let the woman go until she felt the second elbow hit her in the side. Unwrapping her arm from around the woman's neck Natasha pushed against the back of Heather's head to shove her against the mat while she stumbled onto her feet, backing away to give Heather some space while holding onto her side, knowing there would be a bruise there later.

"So rough Heather, though I shouldn't be surprised considering how you are in the bedroom!" She said nice and loud so everyone could hear, teasing the woman despite the pain she had just caused her. In truth she knew how rough Heather could get from their ladder match together, but mentioning the bedroom was much more fun.