"Standard" Match - Azami vs Katya

"Cheat...? Pretty sure I broke no rules... ask the ref... or maybe your partner...?" Azami mocked Katya's protest as she admired the girl's upside down form on the corner. "Perfect... now let's get to your favorite part..."

With a mischievous smile on her face, Azami glanced at Oksana outside the ring and looked back at Katya, before turning around and held the middle ropes. She wiggled her rear a few times above the brunette's face, before shoving it down on Katya's face to smother her opponent with it, much to the amusement of the crowds.

"Ahh... Do you hear that, Katya-chan? It seems everyone else here are loving this just as much as yourself! Ohohoh~" laughed the princess as she rubbed her butt cheeks all over Katya's face.

Katya whimpered nervously from her uncomfortable, upside-down position. “Wh-what are you doing…” she initially asked, a tight feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. The anticipation was tough to bear, as there were all sorts of things Azami could do to Katya while her body was vulnerable in the tree of woe. What was worse was the way Azami acted like she knew all of Katyaâ€s dirty secrets…. Which might well be true, considering their last encounter, but Katya was reluctant to make that kind of thing public knowledge.

The Russian was therefore quickly blushing, even before the blue-haired girl turned around and wiggled her bum above Katyaâ€s face.
“Really?” she moaned in disbelief, her eyes widening as it took in Azamiâ€s peachy derriere. She swallowed hard, feeling a shudder of excitement at being treated to that lovely sight, although this was tempered by the embarrassment she knew she was about to suffer, as well as irritation at the way Azami was impishly milking her predicament.

“No-mpphhhh!” Katya exclaimed as her face was suddenly buried in Azamiâ€s ass. The hapless Russian quivered in the intense smother hold, utterly humiliated as her opponent wiggled her butt around, giving Katyaâ€s features a thorough squashing.

Tangled in the ropes, Katya could do nothing but hang there and take inverted stinkface, feeling completely dominated, knowing the entire crowd, but above all her tormentor Azami, would be having a good laugh at her expense, as she endured the sexy smother.

Azami let out a wicked laugh as she smothered Katya's face with her royal rear, earning herself a loud round of cheers and whistles from her fans. The princess wiggled her butt and starting to bounce up and down a bit to torment Katya further. This was one of her favorite moments, to be in control of the situation with her opponent helpless and humiliated under her.

"Ohohoh! Your face really makes a comfortable chair, Katya-chan!" taunted Azami who clearly enjoyed her moment of dominance, perhaps a bit too much.

After a while she did lift herself off to give her seat a little air. It would be too bad if Katya passed out on her after all. Looking down to her opponent, Azami grinned wickedly to the brunette, letting her know that it's far from over for her former pet.

"Ready or not~ Here we go again!" she announced before attempting to sit on Katya's face again, pushing the girl even further with her weight this time.

Katya silently cursed her opponent as she was stuck in the ass smother for a surprisingly long length of time, Azami obviously in no rush to end her torment. In fact, her position got worse as the blue-haired girl began to bounce up and down, squashing Katyaâ€s face in wickedly playful style.

The poor victim gave stifled moans with as she was pressed ever harder against Azamiâ€s ass, even feeling her nose slotting between the princess†butt cheeks with each bounce. When would the abuse end? Up close to Azamiâ€s panty-clad ass for a prolonged length of time, Katya became really flustered and short of air. Her body shook, rattling around in the ropes with each mischievous butt-bounce, although unfortunately for her she seemed securely tied up, with no chance of being knocked loose by the hold. All the while, her upside-down head became a focus for her blood, making the Russian a little dizzy, on top of all her other disorienting problems. This had to be one of the worst positions Katya had ever found herself in a wrestling ring!

Eventually Azami eased up. The fresh air was a relief as Katya finally saw daylight again, and she gratefully gasped for breath. The cute Russian was bright red and a little glassy-eyed, obviously reeling from her ordeal. Trying to compose herself, she looked up at her grinning tormentor. Azami had such a sexy, seductive look when she was being cruel, and Katya felt a shiver which was not entirely unpleasant.

Still, there was no way the proud Russian would be seen to be happy at such a public humiliation. Despite her helplessness she shot a defiant glare at Azami.

“Ugh! Get your stinky ass away from me!” she barked imperiously.

Obviously, though, the protests did her no good. “No! Mpphh!!” she yelped before getting another face full of ass. Katya cringed inwardly as she realised the punishment was far from over. The princess seemed to be pressing her butt down with even more force now, subjecting Katya to a fearsome smother. All that the upside-down girl could do, though, was squirm and shudder, forced to take the humiliation dished out by her foe.

"Oh my, you keep asking for harsher punishment aren't you, Katya-chan~" Azami mocked. "Well, lucky for you that I'll grant your wish!" she laughed again while smothering Katya the second time.

The princess denied her former pet from breathing properly slightly longer this time, wiggling and bouncing herself occasionally to make matter worse for her opponent. The crowds obviously loving this as well judging from their cheering, and once she felt like giving Katya some mercy, Azami would bounce herself off the brunette's face before standing up. She turned around and looked down on Katya again with the same mischievous grin she had earlier.

"Think you had enough? Hmm?" teased the princess. "Probably not since you're such a big masochist, no?"

Casually, Azami would unhook Katya's legs and arms from the ropes to let the girl drop to the mat, so she could playfully step on the girl's cheek with one foot to impose her dominance on her opponent.

Katyaâ€s world was encased in Azamiâ€s pert ass, although the Russian was all too aware she was being made into an embarrassing example, as Azami bounced and laughed, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. It was a phenomenally sexy show of dominance, as the petite victim had her inverted stinkface cruelly prolonged. Katya was struggling to breathe in the hot and sweaty smother, her face spending an unfortunate amount of time wedged under Azamiâ€s ass cheeks. The Russian had really wanted to get revenge on her foe today and prove that she could hold her own in the ring… but this was massively backfiring as she endured this supreme humiliation!

Worse, the princess mercilessly teased Katya about how much she was secretly enjoying the treatment.

“Nghh… grrrr… shut up…” Katya growled in response as she panted for air, clearly reeling from the kinky move. She hung helplessly in the ropes as she tried to recover, only for Azami to unhook her limps and let her fall downwards.

“Ow!” Katya moaned feebly as she fell in a heap in the corner. At least she wasnâ€t trapped any more, although it hardly made much difference in her current drained condition. Seething with annoyance, Katya lay there helplessly as Azami posed, cockily planting her foot on the Russianâ€s face.

“Oh, you are going to regret all this…” Katya managed to hiss, even as her cute features were squashed beneath Azamiâ€s heel.

"Really now?" Azami mused in exaggerated disbelief while rubbing her foot on Katya's cheek teasingly. "Is that supposed to be a threat? Oh I think I'm scarred..." the princess held her cheeks and faked a frightened expression to draw a round of laughter from the crowds.

She pulled her foot away and gave the brunette a light shoving kick before walking towards the center of the ring to look at Oksana. Azami thought that it should be a while before Katya recovered, so she could spare a little time for a friendly chat with the big bodyguard.

"I hope I'm not being too hard on your boss," she smiled to Oksana. "She did surprise me with her progress after all..."

Oksana had a knowing grin on her face as Azami walked over to address her directly. The buxom brunette shrugged indifferently at the suggestion.

“Meh, I have seen her take worse. Hell, I have seen her take worse from you,” Oksana replied dryly.

Back in the ring, Katya was making a show of peeling her face up off the mat and brushing her hair from her flustered brow. The cute Russian had just suffered a major humiliation, but the way Azami had casually turned her back on her was somehow even worse. Scowling, she slowly began to clamber to her feet.

Across from her, Oksana saw her partnerâ€s slow recovery from the corner of her eye, but did her best to remain impassive and not let on to Azami what was happening behind her. The buxom Russian betrayed nothing as she continued to chat with her partnerâ€s opponent.

“Though, yes, I suppose there were some signs of improvement,” Oksana noted, trying to keep Azami talking so that she would continue to ignore Katya. “Encouraging, although it doesnâ€t make much difference if you still lose. I guess the threat of being your slave for another day wasnâ€t enough motivation, eh?” Oksana smiled flirtatiously. “So, er, you got any ideas about how you want to, uh, celebrate your victory?” she added conspiratorially.

Hopefully this chat would be enough cover for Katya to quietly get back on her feet. She would creep cat-like towards her foe, before scowling, and delivering a massive side kick aimed just above Azami's butt at the base of her spine, hoping to send her flying into the ropes.

“Surprise!” she spat, somewhat harshly, as she unleashed the attack from behind.

"Ohoho~ You know that she loves to be my slave... that's hardly a motivation..." Azami laughed at Oksana's comment, still showing her back to Katya without suspecting anything. "Well, we can do it at the same place again, I guess... I think it's going to be even funner than be- AGH...!"

Her statement was cut abruptly by a kick that sent her flying towards the ropes. Azami was surprised to say the least. After two consecutive smothers, she expected Katya to stay downed for a bit longer. Once again her carelessness was punished, this time with a stinging kick to the butt! The princess stumbled on the ropes, and bent over slightly, before she rubbed her sore ass while turning around to glare at Katya. To say she was upset was probably an understatement, even if her expression didn't really show it.

"Oh... It seemed like you can endure better this time..." Azami hissed while still rubbing her rear. "That means I don't have too hold back too much, then..."

“Oh, you wonâ€t have to hold back,” Katya grinned, advancing on her opponent as she struggled on the ropes. The Russian had had a quick glance around the ring, and a mischievous idea had occurred to her. She quickly stepped forwards to grab hold of Azamiâ€s arm.

“In fact, you wonâ€t even get the chance to!” she said, a little viciously, before pulling on Azamiâ€s arm sharply. The Russian intended to whip her foe into the opposite set of ropes… as well as secretly aiming for the ref girl! If she could force a collision between Azami and the official, well… all bets would be off, thought Katya.