Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt Vs. Sarah Gatt

Sarah was stopped in mid-speech when Lukretia shoved her hand in her mouth. She would indeed bite down as hard as she could, digging her teeth into flesh, still mainting the smothering hold. Even as Lukretia moved her hand from side to side Sarah kept hold, like a dog with a piece of meat. Even when Lukretia wrapped her legs around her andswitched their positions, Sarah still bit down hard on her hand. Then she would grab Lukretia's only arm, and start throwing punches into the girl's face with her free arm.

Lukretia sucked in a breath as Sarah moved her hand away to grab her free hand. She stared up and Sarah with a deep gleam in her eye. She tried to dig her fingernails into her tongue but she wasn't entirely trying hurt Sarah in that way. She put her thumb down under Sarah's chin. When Sarah attempted to punch her in the face, Lukretia pulled Sarah's head down to try and force a headbutt.

In response to the light digging of Lukretia's nails into her tongue, Sarah would bite down her hardest of Lukretia's hand. She seemed deterimed to keep it there, if not to cripple it. Sarah was pretty sure she was tasting blood now.

She winced when she took the headbutt, and would unintentionally bite harder on Lukretia's hand because of it. But not long after taking, Sarah would grin best she could with a full mouth. Then using her free hand she would grab Lukretia by the hair and pull her in so she could deiver several headbuts of her own, knowing it would hurt the German more than her.

The pain in Lukretia's hand was excruciating. She could feel the deep marks cutting into her flesh and the slick blood that began to coat her hand. She looked up at Sarah with a gleam in her eye.

This girl was fighting for nothing. A ruffian with something to prove in Lukretia's eyes. Lukretia was certain that she didn't know what real pain was. Danke..." Lukretia whispered as Sarah began to headbutt her. It hurt, butt not as much as Sarah had thought. The slick blood from her face acted to absorb a little bit of the blow though the cut on her head did burn but there was something else that lessened the pain.

Lukretia took the chance to slip her hand down and pull up Sarah's uniform. She began to fondle Sarah's breast, making sure it was exposed to the audience. With each headbutt she yelped out in pain but began to laugh when she was not being assaulted. Her laughs, however seemed to be tinted with whimpers of pain. Tears in her eyes made it obvious that she was feeling real pain however she focused on her task, fondling Sarah's breast and nipple and focusing on the intense pain in her hand so that the rest of the pain she felt would be drowned out.

Sarah felt Lukretia start to fondle her breast even during the spree of headbutts, and it was more annoying than anything else. It the begining, it might have thrown Sarah off, but now she was deep in the pain she was inflicting on her opponant. Sarah didn't need Lukretia to pleasure her. This was Sarah's pleasure.

Still, this little tangled mess they got themselves into was starting to bore Sarah, no matter how much pain she was causing. Sarah would give a peace sign to Lukretia, much like she had done to her, and then jab her two fingers into the girl's eyes. Whether it worked or not Sarah would let go of Lukretia's hand would get off of Lukretia, spitting out the girl's blood and eyeing her with a sneer.

Lukretia did her best to avoid the eye poke. She turned her head and closed her eyes but she could still feel the finger's jabbing into her. When felt Sarah get off of her she rolled away as well. She rolled out of the ring and leaned against the apron to try and catch her breath again. She looked up at Sarah with a smile. She lifted up her hand and inspected it. There was indeed a wide gas in it but she testd her fingers and was still able to move them. She then brought her hand up to her face and licked the dripping blood.

"I hope zat vasn't it, meine frau.' She said. "because if it vas, zen it vas pathetic."

Sarah faked a yawn, acting as like she didn't hear Lukretia. "Big talk," she chuckled. "Say that when you aren't bleeding all over the damn floor." She looked down at Lukretia as she stood outside the ring, and sneered down at her. "You look pretty small from where I'm standing. And here I thought you were tough."

Lukretia looked up at Sarah and laughed. "Do you know how easy it is to make ze forehead bleed?" She said. She lifted up her nail and dug it into the side of her forehead that wasn't bloody and ran her nail across it. A thin line formed and soon blood was eagerly gushing down it. "It's hardly an accomplishment." She then walked to the stands and grabbed a steel chair and tossed it into the ring. She grabbed another one and took it in her hands.

"Vat else do you vant, meine frau?" She asked. "Since I'm down here fishing for veapons. I'm tired of being tickled und vant something real."

Sarah smirked mockingly. Lukretia may have proved a point but she knew the loss of blood would take its toll eventually. She was bleeding in so many places already. It was only a matter of time.

When Lukretia threw a chair into the ring, Sarah was mildly surprised. "I like your style, mein whore," Sarah commented, grinning ear to ear. She bent down to pick up the steel chair. "Now get up here, I'm getting bored. And these people want to see more of your blood."

Lukretia smiled and walked up the steel steps of the ring. She new if she just simply rolled into the ring that she would be at a disadvantage. She then stepped up to the first rope and stood on it, always keeping her eyes on Sarah. She carefully but quickly stepped into the ring.