Frau Doktor Eirina Makishima vs. Anesthesia - The Healing Touch

”Ugh.” Anesthesia groaned as Eirina made with the small talk, firing away with a salvo of tiresome taunts. ”Leave the seduction to me. I’m much better at it.”

To be fair, that was blatantly untrue, as the rather stiff nipples of Anesthesia proved. Despite getting her head spiked into the mat, she was still cognizant enough to be irritated by what was happening, and crave turned the tables once again. That seemed like a dimming prospect, however, until her head stopping swimming.

Before she could regain some sense, Eirina moved in and flipped her over, grabbing her legs for an obvious Boston Crab. The fact that it was telegraphed hardly meant she could stop it, however, and it wasn’t long before her spine was being bent in the classic move. Anesthesia was limber and flexible, but the hold put her endurance to the test - after an undignified yelp, she began the arduous task of pulling herself forward, clawing and crawling towards the ropes with everything she had.

Reaching out, reaching out, so close…

Eirina rolled her eyes upon hearing Anesthesia's response to her taunt. "Oh, you must be fun at parties, then," she said sarcastically, keeping the hold even as the naughty nurse tried to move towards the ropes in order to liberate herself from the fairly obvious Boston crab. She knew that Anesthesia would eventually reach the ropes, so she would continue applying pressure in the hold as long as she could, knowing that it could weaken the nurse even if she managed to get away from it.

She could feel that Anesthesia would eventually reach the ropes, so she might as well change a little to make things more fun. As Anesthesia was getting closer, Eirina would then lift her butt from the nurse's back before she tried to drag Anesthesia away from the ropes so that she couldn't reach it. She also would attempt to transition the submission hold into a single-legged Boston crab, letting go of one of Anesthesia's legs so that she could use her free hand to stroke at Anesthesia's crotch.

She would start by rubbing her fingers on Anesthesia's sex, drawing circles on it. More fun things would follow soon, Eirina was certain of that.

Almost. Almost. Almost.

Anesthesia was so close to the ropes now, stretching out as far as she could go, less than a foot away. It wouldn’t completely save her at this point and she was fully aware of that, but she craved the relief they could potentially provide. Anything to stop Eirina’s momentum before it got any further out of control.

Unfortunately, her foe proved to be a little smarter than the average. The average wrestler would’ve just cranked the hold until she was forced to break it. Eirina, on the other hand, had the wisdom to pull Anesthesia away from the ropes and reapply the hold, opting for the more painful single-legged variation...along with the predictable added bonus.

The Naughty Nurse groaned in pain and moaned in pleasure as her most sensitive spot was stroke, heated up by Eirina’s whim. Irritating as it was, all she could was writhe around and endure for the moment, hoping she could get some kind of reprieve if she resisted long enough.

Hearing Anesthesia's moans of pleasure was a good sign for Eirina, indicating that things were going good for her so far. Still keeping the naughty nurse in the single-legged Boston crab, she would continue rubbing Anesthesia's covered sex with her fingers for a moment before she decided to take this up to the next level. She would then slip her fingers under the naughty nurse's panties, directly touching what was underneath.

For a moment, she would caress the slit of her opponent's pussy in a teasing manner with her fingers. And then, she would proceed to plunge her fingers into Anesthesia's sex, going slow at first before increasing her pace. She was planning to see how much the naughty nurse could take before reaching her climax. At the same time, she would make sure to apply more pressure in the single-legged Boston crab by pulling back. She wanted Anesthesia to experience both pain and pleasure at the same time.

The crowd, of course, was ecstatic by this. While doing all these, Eirina would look at the direction of one of the cameras, winking mischievously while sticking out her tongue.

Hearing Anesthesia’s moans of pleasure was a bad sign for Sista A, indicating that her ‘boss’ was starting to lose her hold over the match. It was hardly the first time the Naughty Nurse had ever been on the backfoot, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her take so much of her own medicine.

Anesthesia would’ve been inclined to agree herself, if she’d heard the question. And if she could speak through all the reflexive screams and squealing.

Eirina was good, and her expertise showed through as she went to work on Anesthesia’s pussy, playing her like a Stradivarius. Anesthesia’s sensual style had a drawback, one that was about to became painfully obvious - she turned herself on as she did her opponents. So what came next was no real surprise.

Anesthesia came. She came hard and she came long, with a hoarse, mewling sound, as she spilled out for the first time in a Friction ring, muttering curses as she slammed her fists into the canvas.

Hearing Anesthesia's moans encouraged Eirina to quicken her pace, working on the naughty nurse's pussy until she finally came, precious honey spurting out, staining her hand and the mat below. Eirina chuckled after finally bringing Anesthesia to a climax, playing with her pussy a bit more just to prolong her orgasm before she finally pulled her fingers out of her sex.

Still, she kept the hold, not releasing her as she would pull back, adding more pressure on Anesthesia's spine. All she needed now was the nurse's submission after her orgasm, and she was certain that she would be able to force her to tap out.

"Okay, you should tap out now~" Eirina cooed, still keeping the single-legged Boston crab as she would bring her cum-coated fingers to Anesthesia's crotch, stroking on her soaked pussy. If the naughty nurse refused to tap out, then she would be forced to once again have her way with her, which Eirina didn't mind at all. Th crowd was loving this, and she was happy to deliver. "Or I'm gonna make you cum again..." she said, drawing circles at the area of Anesthesia's clit just to make her point. At this point, unless something unexpected happening, Eirina was sure of her own victory over Anesthesia.

Enough of this shit.

Sista A had been watching and waiting from ringside, and she’d seen more than enough of Anesthesia getting put through the wringer. Sure, the nurse could be a bitch sometimes...most of the time...pretty much all the damn time. But they were on the same side. The same team. There was no fucking way she was going to stand by and watch this shit.

Eirina was still grinding away with the Boston Crab, bending her in half even though she’d already gotten the orgasm. That meant that Anesthesia was able to be beaten by regular means, now. That meant that it was time for Sista A to intervene.

A nod from Anesthesia was all the confirmation she needed.

Sista A rolled into the ring, popped to her feet, came at Eirina from behind and launched a roundhouse kick her way, aiming for the back of her head.

Eirina knew that she could win this one. After making Anesthesia cum, all she needed to do was maintain the hold and wait for the naughty nurse to submit. She grinned, knowing that her victory was imminent. She could maintain this hold as long as she could, and she would add more pressure on Anesthesia's back by bending her more. She would also continue stroking the naughty nurse's crotch to convince her that she needed to tap if she didn't want to experience another humiliating orgasm.

But, what Eirina didn't expect was Anesthesia's entourage to suddenly enter the ring. She was unable to see her coming at her way before she took a roundhouse kick to the back of her head. "Aarghh!!" It was as sudden as it was painful, and the attack forced Eirina to release the hold as she was brought down to the mat after taking the direct blow to the back of her skull.

"Uuurgh..." Eirina groaned, not expecting this to happen. She had been attacked by Sista A. The pain from the kick made her unable to think at the moment, and she wasn't sure what was going to happen for the match now that an outsider interfered. No matter what the ref's verdict would be, Eirina was in great danger, slumping on the mat while cradling her throbbing head. She didn't see this one coming, and she cursed herself for such a gaffe because she should've expected this happening.

Sista A launched her kick and down Eirina went, falling like a card house in the wind. Kind of funny, actually.

To Sista A, at least. Anesthesia was, understandably, less than amused. She slumped down to the floor and groaned, rubbing her aching back as the bell rang and the referee yelled and the crowd cursed like crazy. Funny, really. Reminded her so much of the good old days.

”Damn it…” She started to push her way back up, only to come crumbling down a moment later. ”Damn it!” A second try proved more fruitful, but she glared over as she rose, seething, hissing through her teeth. ”Stand her up!”

Sista A just smirked and strutted over to Eirina, high heels clacking across the canvas. ”Come on, dok.” She bent over, got herself a handful of purple hair, and started to yank her the Frau up to her feet, pulling her up with rough tug. ”Time for your medicine.”

Eirina couldn't believe it. One moment, she was on the verge of winning, and then, her victory was ripped away from her grasp. Sure, she might have technically won the match via disqualification, but it was the worst way of winning, because her opponent had to resort to such a cheap, underhanded trick to put her down. "Uuugh..." Eirina moaned in pain, her head still aching from the sudden and unexpected kick from Sista A earlier.

Her situation had turned from bad to worse when Anesthesia's entourage and her attacker, Sista A, went to grab a handful of her hair, pulling her up. "Hnnngh..." she groaned as she was pulled up roughly. She would look at the face of Sista A, rage slowly boiling inside her. Still feeling disoriented, there's nothing much she could do but bringing her hands to Sista A's wrist, grabbing it.

Then, she would glance at Anesthesia. Grinding her teeth as an angry scowl started to form on her face, she spat out something with a venomous tone, expressing her sheer distaste towards this whole situation she was in.

"C-coward... y-you..." She really wanted to pry Sista A's hand away from her hair and get to Anesthesia to rape her outright and fuck her silly, but the throbbing pain inside her skull had incapacitated her somehow. "...f-fucking cowards, b-both of you...!"