Slave Wars season 1: Natsumi vs Dominique

Dominique was just happy to finally have put an end to Natsumi's embarrassing onslaught where she was controlling him completely. He didn't know quite what he was thinking, but this humiliating situation was turning out to turn him on quite a bit... Luckily, or unluckily, Lil Luci's panties really squeezed him in tight and made it hard for Natsumi to tell that she wasn't what she appeared to be despite the usually quite obviously signs of arousal.

Dominique sighed out a faint pant as he secured Natsumi into the headlock, trying to get his own head back in the game as he hadn't really even been able to start his wrestling game.. But just as he reached under Natsumi's neck with his other arm to try and lock wrists with the half naked cute girl laying on him, she reached and grabbed his hair.

"Ahhh!!!" Dominique yell out, his head pulled back as he desperately tried to keep ahold of her head with her head rather intimately pressing down on top of him.

Natsumi groaned, growing desperate as Dominique kept the hold and squeezed her head hard against his chest. She kept her hand in his hair, pulling it back while with her other hand she tried to pull his arm down to free her head. She was already starting to sweat, which only helped to make her feel more uncomfortable, because it was still not enough to make her capable of slipping free. Natsumi tried to get on her knees and lean over Dominique to ease the pressure on her neck, which made her rub her cute face all over him.

Even in this precarious position and with her head trapped, Natsumi couldn't help but notice Dominique's lack of breasts. The idea that she may be fighting a little girl suddenly sent a cold shiver down her spine, but she quickly discarded it. Dominique was too big and too damn strong to be a little girl. "Uffff...let go already!" Natsumi complained unable to free herself.

Natsumi was starting to slip free and Dominique's wrestling instinct kicked in to make him open up his thighs and reach up with them to try and catch her waist in a scissors... But almost as soon as he open up his thighs, he felt that mini skirt straining against the outsides of his legs, reminding him all too well that underneath that mini skirt his member was likewise straining against the faint pink panties for freedom.

Dominique hesitated and shyed off of going for the body scissors, if he managed to trap Natsumi there was a good chance she'd feel him against her belly.. Not that he wanted to hide the fact that he wasn't a girl, but more that he wanted to hide how aroused he was... But as he halted his attempt to restrain Natsumi, he left her with the opportune moment to escape

Slowly Natsumi began to slip her sweaty head out of Dominique's headlock, and just when she was about to get free Dominique pushed his legs up and trapped her slim waist between them. "Ughhh...noooo!" Natsumi whined, pushing her head away from Dominique's arms as her hands when to his legs trying to spread them free. Natsumi struggled in Dominique's legs a bit, trying to push them down and slip free before her opponent could trap her firmly when she suddenly felt something weird against her tummy, something like a big thick finger rubbing against her belly, and then Dominique seemed to simply give up on the scissors.

Natsumi didn't hesitated in rolling away from Dominique, feeling a lot of relief from not being trapped anymore. She was sweating quite a lot already but at least now she could breathe freely. Natsumi got up to her hands and knees and faced Dominique, panting heavy as she slowly begun to stand up; she looked at Dominque a bit puzzled, wondering what had been that thing she had felt against her tummy. Natsumi concluded it must have been some strange fold in Dominique's dress, but for some reason in increased Natsumi's impression that was something really weird about Dominique.

Dominique rolled the opposite direction to Natsumi as they broken from the struggle on the mat, he was quite thankful to get a little distance between himself and the cute Japanese girl.. What with her aroused he had become. Natsumi didn't have an awful lot on, so her sweat had ended up smearing into the idol girl dress and the parts of his body that were showing, he himself had also started to gain a shimmer of perspiration himself.

Panting softly, Dominique moved up onto one knee, looking across the ring at Natsumi. He'd have to focus from now on, it would probably be best not to end up in another another up close body to body struggle with her again for a while. He really didn't like using strikes on girls but he had to do something to get on top of her without being all up close and personal... Moving up to his feet, Dominique charged across the ring towards Natsumi, swinging his arm up to try and catch her across the chest with a clothesline

Natsumi took a deep breathe and pushed herself up to her feet, she cleaned the sweat of her face with the back of her hand and then realized that her apron was almost completely turned to the side, leaving most of her body, specially the parts that counted uncovered. She blushed deeply, grimacing and frowning hating Cassandra just a bit more as she went to try to adjust the apron, keeping her distracted and when she realized Dominique was coming for her it was too late to react, and all her efforts to adjust the apron only served to have a thin layer of fabric covering her tits when Dominique's arm collided with them.

"UGHHHHHHHHH!" Natsumi groaned as Dominique arm hit her right in between her breasts, pushing her hardened nipples into her aureolas and split and spread her orbs over her ribcage before connecting with it. The hit sent Natsumi crashing to the canvas, making her land hard on the top of her back and shoulders, and hit the back of her head with the mats as her legs went up in the air. For a moment it seemed almost as if Natsumi was going to flip over her own head by how high her legs went but then they came down and Natsumi shook violently on the canvas, coughing and gasping as she hugged her tits with one arm and held the back of her head with her other hand.

Dominique felt a big pang of guilt after downing Natsumi with the big clothesline. He didn't like using strikes against girls, but using holds against Natsumi to wear her down felt too risky, how quickly he had gotten turned on and embarrassed in their up close encounter just a few moments ago had taken him by surprise and it certainly made him shy about engaging right back into another one of them encounters.. Having Natsumi half naked and sweaty was kind difficult to handle.

Still, this left him now in unfamiliar territory where he was having to use wrestling moves he wouldn't normally use against girls...

"sorry.." Dominique murmured under his breath before move up beside her and leaping up into the air... He kicked his legs out, letting the cute pink mini skirt flap up and showing off his kawaii panties as he came down for a leg drop attempt.

Natsumi kept coughing as she tried to recover her breathe. The hit on the back of her head had left her a bit stunned and struggled to get her senses back. The hard landing had her hurting badly and the deep breathe's she tried to take to recover the air she had lost made her chest expand, forcing her breasts to mushroom against the arm she was using to protect them. Now Dominique was starting to really hurt her and seemed to be determined to keep doing it. Natsumi gasped, looking up at her blonde rival as she saw Dominique towering over her.

She blinked scared as she watched at her rival above her, feeling so vulnerable right now, but the look in Dominique's cute face left her perplexed as did his words. "What?!" Natsumi asked and then her eyes opened wide as she saw Dominique jumping in the air coming down at her. All she could do was close her eyes and put her arms in front of her chest to protect herself, but Dominique leg came crashing down too hard and too heavily, right across her perky tits, crushing them and driving even more air out of her body as her legs cam up in the air once more before falling down limply.

Dominique didn't really mean to come down right on Natsumi's breasts, but that's what ended up happening which didn't end up helping Dominique's guilt factor at the moment. Slowly, he slipped his leg off of the cute girl's chest and move up to his knees beside her, despite the mistake he had to keep going out of a desperate need not to lose here to the creampuff. Crawling around to Natsumi's feet, Dominique took ahold of her ankles and lifted up to his feet... He was trying to avoid submission holds, but he was sure this one couldn't possibly be suggestive enough to distract him off of the match.

Hooking her ankles under his armpits, he would slow start trying to turn her over onto her front in the hopes to step over her back into a boston crab.

Natsumi rocked her body from side to side, holding her chest as she groaned in pain and coughed some more. Dominique was getting really rough with her and any sympathy she may have wanted to have for the blonde had vanished. Right now all she wanted to do was to get up and kick Dominique's ass for being such a bully. Unfortunately for Natsumi, Dominique had other plans. "What are you doing? Let me go!" Natsumi yelled as she felt how Dominique grabbed her legs and pulled them up. Natsumi gasped, her eyes open wide as she felt how Dominique began to turn her over.

"No no DON'T!" she protested, shaking her head, looking up at Dominique almost begging as the blonde stepped over her and easily rolled her on her tits and tummy. Natsumi soon began to feel the pain on her lower back as Dominique trapped her on the boston crab and what was even worse, at least for now, she soon felt too the cool breeze on her pussy as the tiny apron she was wearing did nothing to cover her in this position. "I hate you!" Natsumi yelled helplessly as she was held face down with her legs high up.