Sexy Nurse Match: Isabella Snow vs Nadya Zolnerowich

Sexy Nurse Match
Attire: Nurse costume
Rules: Each woman carries three vials into the ring with them, each one the size of a dildo with plastic stoppers. To win one must collect the sexual juices or breast milk of their opponent to fill up each of the three vials, though they can not fill more than one vial during a single orgasm or forced lactation, and one of the vials must be filled with a different bodily fluid than the other two. The winner then gets their opponent for the night beginning as soon as the match is over.


Isabella wasn't usually the type to dress up in a costume for any sort of match, typically seeing it as beneath her to demean herself any further in front of the crowd by dressing up in anything other than her usual ring attire or a swimsuit. But in order for her to participate the match she had accepted tonight wearing a costume was a requirement, though at the very least she looked damn good as a nurse Isabella thought to herself as she admired her body in a tight nurse's costume she had borrowed from the wardrobe department. Her large and heavy breasts looked perfect within the confines of the tight nurse's uniform, having discarded her bra almost immediately during changing as the lines of it had been clearly visible. Underneath she wore white panties to match the outfit along with white nurse shoes as well, pulling her hair back behind her shoulders before checking the garter belt around her right thigh, making sure the three vials were snug in their holders before making her way down to the ring.

As always her music began to play and Isabella stepped out to the same mixture of cheers and boos, tonight's audience seeming to like her more than usual as she even got to hear her name chanted favorably off in the distance. Bending over she struck a sexy nurse pose that she had seen countless times in various videos and pictures, rewarding the friendly crowd for a moment before she headed down the ramp and climbed up onto the ring apron. She repeated her little display here, bending over to give the crowd a lovely view of her firm ass as she stepped through the ropes, making her rounds around the ring once inside to make sure everyone got a good look at her.

Nadya was not a trained wrestler. She had only joined AFW as a means to get back at certain girls who had humiliated her during her tenure at the local hospital. But apparently the executives of the wrestling federation did not merely allow a girl to join up to ambush her enemies backstage and exact revenge. If she was going to be a wrestler in the AFW, Nadya was going to have to wrestle. She didnâ€t mind that much—she had frequently overpowered the girls from this league during their stays at the hospital, and she knew that she could do it in the ring, as well.

The match that she was in tonight seemed catered specifically towards her most basic desire: for sexual dominance over another girl. As she heard her opponent entering into the arena, Nadya would make one last check, tugging on the garter around her right thigh, making sure the vials were secure, and making sure her nurseâ€s uniform was as clean and crisp as ever. Beneath it, she wore a sexy matching set of pure white bra and panties; she definitely did not plan on allowing those to be revealed tonight. She was going to fill all three of those vials before her opponent even had a chance to properly grope her incredible chest.

A staff member would soon come in and lead Nadya to the top of the ramp. She had not put much thought at all into what she would do upon entering the arena; she had selected a generic, loud heavy metal hit from her native Russia to play as she walked briskly down towards the ring, getting some polite applause from the audience as they greeted this new wrestler. She looked to her left, smirked, then looked to the right. I hope that they are ready for a show, she said to herself, beginning to really warm up to the idea of performing for them and humiliating the girl in front of an international audience.

She slipped beneath the ropes and got to her feet inside of the ring. It felt strange—after years of watching AFW on television, seeking out potential victims, she was going to be one of those same ridiculous wrestlers she had always looked down upon. Oh, well. It was all in pursuit of a larger goal.

When she had first heard she was scheduled to fight a girl named Nadya tonight Isabella had immediately turned to the AFW site in search of information on her, but she didn't even find a single picture of the girl, only a barely filled out profile which listed her profession as nurse and had the words "coming soon" where her photo should have been. Seeing as the girl was a rookie going into her first match Isabella wasn't sure exactly what to expect, she was surprised that the woman's first match would be tailored to her this much but she didn't mind, it just meant she was going to get to humiliate the new girl in a match that Nadya likely thought she was certain to win. As if on cue with Isabella finishing her line of thought some generic rock began to play, Isabella along with the crowd turning their eyes to the entrance where her opponent had appeared.

"Well, at least she has a nice body, just have to get that uniform off of her, should be easy." Isabella thought to herself while watching the girl approach the ring, keeping to the opposite side of the ring to give Nadya the space to do whatever sort of pre match routine she wanted. When she realized the woman was done Isabella stepped away from the ropes and towards Nadya, her arms crossed beneath her breasts lifting them up for the nurse to properly admire them. "You know, just because you're a nurse that doesn't mean you will have an edge in this match Nadya, I look forward to enjoying that body of yours. How about you just save me the trouble and strip down right now?"

Nadya watched her opponent intently, examining the girl for any sort of tic, or obvious weakness, or pretty much anything else she might be able to exploit during their fight. Nothing was readily apparent, at least not from the opposite side of the ring—the girl looked to be pretty close to her size, perhaps a little bit smaller, and had stunningly white hair that went down to the middle of her back. When she opened her mouth, Nadya would quickly add one more thing to her mental checklist of the girlâ€s attributes: she was a cocky, mouthy bitch. All in all, she was exactly the sort of girl who Nadya would have loved to take advantage of in the hospital. It was a shame she had never come in injured while Nadya was working.

The girl stepped forward, using her arms to lift her breasts up. Nadya chuckled. She was obviously jealous of the Russian nurseâ€s impressive chest. Nadya thrust her own breasts forward, letting the girl see the sumptuous curves that she could only dream of. “You vill not be enjoying this body one bit, bitch,” the nurse said, laughing at Isabellaâ€s impudence. Just because she was a veteran didnâ€t mean she would have even the tiniest modicum of a chance against Nadya. “I have fucked dozens of wrestlers like you, and made them scream. You vill be no different. These vill be filled in no time at all.” she would pull up her uniform a little to reveal the three dildo-sized vials attached by a garter to her right thigh, patting them affectionately.

Letting her eyes roam over the nurse's body Isabella had to admit this Nadya was quite the looker, but then again so were just about every other woman in the AFW and Isabella's eyes this one was just like almost all the rest, simply inferior both in ability and appearances. Even the nurse's breasts, which from the way she thrust them out told Isabella she was quite proud of them, were nothing special. To her the only other woman on her level was Megumi and she had been forced to earn that by beating Isabella in a match that she believed no one else could have, earning Isabella's respect. Nadya however, no matter how strong she might be and she did look to have some power, was going to be yet another victim in Isabella's march to the top of the AFW.

"Oh is that right little Nadya?" Isabella replied while her lips curled upward into an amused and devious looking grin, laughing at just how stupid the woman sounded right then. "I will tell you how this is going to go so you aren't too surprised when you lose. I am going to not only enjoy your body, despite how so so it is, but when this is all done you will be left unmoving in the middle of this ring, covered in your own juices and completely submissive to your better, me." She would then step forward so that their breasts were pressed firmly together, allowing Nadya to feel for herself just how much larger and superior Isabella's heavenly breasts were. "Like me? Nadya my dear those woman you claim to have fucked were nothing like me, I am better than them and you in every way imaginable, now why don't you just try and back up those tough sounding words of yours."

Nadyaâ€s cheeks flushed as Isabella mocked her, but she was not about to back down, nor was she going to let this girl get away with saying those sorts of things without being thoroughly picked apart and verbally abused in return. Nadya was never submissive, and she was never one to lose. She had taken advantage of more girls than she could count, pounding their pussies with her favorite strap-on until they ran dry. She was always in control, and, despite this Isabellaâ€s ridiculous claims, she would be in control here in this ring, tonight, as well.

“You vonâ€t ever forget what I do to you here tonight,” Nadya replied, laughing at Isabellaâ€s ridiculous claims and attempts to demean her. “I have taken care of girls much bigger and stronger than you. You wrestlers have no idea how pathetic you really are until you run up against real voman, like me.” She would step forward, proudly pressing her breasts into Isabellaâ€s, savoring the feeling of her larger, firmer pair pressing their opposite numbers backwards. In her opinion, there was no comparison between the two of them—her chest, her face, her whole body was superior to that of the homely Isabella. “Feel that? My breasts crush yours. You little bitch, I have never lost fight, and I vill not lose my first to likes of you.”

Having thrown down the gauntlet, Nadya would grab Isabellaâ€s chin in her hand, squeezing the girlâ€s cheeks together and forcing her lips to pucker. The nurse would laugh in her face, showing her how lowly she regarded her.

Nadya here reminded her a little of the Friction GM Lukretia, though only in the odd accent and attitude as Lukretia could actually back up words such as those coming from this bitche's mouth, and no matter how loudly this nurse shouted them Isabella couldn't even begin to take her seriously. She had faced woman much more impressive than this one and she would take down women superior to Nadya in the future, tonight was just about putting this little girl in her place, which was far beneath the Northern Queen. She found it too hard to resist giggling as Nadya simply continued to go on and on, the nurse even going so far as to push back against Isabella's firm and ample breasts with her own saggy pair, and with their nurse uniforms being quite tight upon the upper body this was the first real chance Isabella had to size up the true feel of the woman's tits, and as her own pair seemed to easily overpower Nadya's Isabella's earlier suspicions about the inferiority of the girl's mounds were confirmed.

"You must be delirious bitch, my tits are are not only clearly larger than your own but firmer as well, you aren't even posing a challenge to them little girl. Talk all you like but this will only end one way and thats with you filling my three vials and being declared the loser. In fact since you're sooo confident lets make a wager, I will even let you pick what it is." Isabella said with utter confidence, her eyes never blinking as she stared into Nadya's gaze, Isabella barely even reaction as the woman brought her hand to Isabella's flawless face and squeezing her cheeks together. Still smiling, Isabella would promptly grab the girl's wrist and begin to twist it while pulling it away from her face, glaring at the nurse all the while.

If Nadya had had any lingering doubts about whether or not her tits were superior, they evaporated the second the two women pressed their chests together. The tight uniforms provided little shielding for either pair of mammaries, and, as Nadyaâ€s easily overpowered Isabellaâ€s and forced the white-haired girlâ€s saggy twins back into her body, it was clear to everyone present which girl really had the more impressive rack. Clear to everyone, that was, except for Isabella, as the girl refused to admit what was painfully clear.

“You donâ€t know vhat youâ€re talking about,” Nadya said, laughing triumphantly. “Your brain must be as small and saggy as your tits, if you think yours are better than mine. I just vorry that I vonâ€t be able to get handhold on those ugly things in order to milk them.”

As Isabella grabbed her wrist and pulled the nurseâ€s hand away from her face, talking about allowing Nadya to choose a wager, the Russian girl could not believe her good luck. Not only would her first match be against such a pathetic opponent, but she could bet virtually anything. She paused for a moment to think. What did she want Isabella to do for her? She would already have her for the night once she was declared the winner.

“You are digging your own grave, bitch,” Nadya chuckled villainously. “You vant vager? Ve vill make vager. Letâ€s say…vhen I defeat you, you become my slave for two weeks, and must serve me night and day. Is that enough of vager for you? Or do you have something more in mind?”

Nadya didn't lack for confidence in her tits, that much was clear to Isabella who felt very much the same way about her own body, knowing without a doubt even before their tits came together that her pair were clearly superior to the saggy sacks Nadya seemed so proud of. Whatever had convinced the little nurse that her breasts were anything special escaped the white haired woman but now that she could feel the woman's mounds pressed against her own she became even more convinced of her own superiority, Isabella's own breasts might have been slightly smaller but they were far firmer and perkier, the tits of the nurse flattening themselves against Isabella's perfect pair.

"You certainly know how to run your mouth Nadya, but we will see how long that lasts once I begin punishing you for your foul words. And if I were you I would worry more about these pathetic muscles of yours instead of how large my tits are." Isabella would say with an amused smirk as she applied greater pressure to the woman's captured arm, twisting it further while staring intently into the woman's face. Hearing the wager that the bitch had in mind only widened the grin upon Isabella's lips, the northern queen not releasing Nadya's wrist but instead pulled the woman closer by it, her face mere inches from hers.

"Thats as good as anything Nadya dear, since I am in no danger of losing the wager whatever punishment you want to inflict upon yourself is fine by me. It will be my pleasure to be your mistress for two weeks, though I will warn you now I intend to take full advantage of your body when I take ownership of you." Having said her piece Isaeblla would release the woman's wrist pushing her away, cracking her knuckles before the match began.

“Bitch,” Nadya hissed, “these pathetic muscles have not even begun to vork. Vhen they do, you vill find yourself powerless to resist me…I vill bury you. I vill destroy you, bitch, and you vill be my servant for all matters, sexual and othervise, for next two veeks.”

She would graciously allow Isabella to twist and shove her arm away from her face. The Russian nurse was not looking to do anything to this arrogant bitch before the match began. No, she was going to content herself with systematically breaking the girl down and collecting her juices, winning the match fair and square—though she could not promise that she wouldnâ€t use some underhanded tactics along the way. Isabella certainly deserved whatever ill came to her.

Nadya would take a step back, as well, stretching out as she awaited the beginning of the match. She would run her hand across the vials strapped to her thigh, grinning villainously as she thought of the sexual torture she would put Isabella through in order to fill them. When the bell rang, Nadya would rush forward, trying to nail Isabella in the jaw with a hard right hook and start this match out right.