Esdeath vs. Dr. Cutter - On Your Knees

There was a flash of panic in Dr. Cutter’s mind when it looked like her rival had a similar idea to her own, that she’d slam her before she had the chance to do the same.

Thankfully, the initiative was on her side, and it was Esdeath who went skyborn, hitting the mat with a mighty crash that echoed all about the room. A satisfying hit that left her opponent stunned, yes - but there was some worry on Dr. Cutter’s face. This was getting too close for her liking, and she needed something to tip the scales.

”Don’t go anywhere.” Dr. Cutter tapped Esdeath on the forehead, then promptly rolled out of the ring, making her way to the wall of ‘weapons’

She settled on a favorite quick - the bullwhip, nice and long and deadly. Perfect.

Dr. Cutter sauntered her way back into the ring and popped back to her feet with a wicked smile on her face. ”I think it’s time we moved on to an advanced treatment, dear.”

Esdeath might have found more than she wanted in this match, her opponent having a quicker trigger to perform that suplex before the blue haired dominatrix could, who now stared up at the celing while Dr. Cutter tapped her forehead, her eyes following the woman out of the ring and grasping the bullwhip, which was going to spell a lot of trouble if she would let this woman get a hit on her with that weapon.

She would slowly rise herself up onto her feet as Dr. Cutter entered the ring once more, a look of dissatisfaction on Esdeath's face as she knew it was now going to be a game of constant attack, to close the distance to limit the whip's effectiveness when lashing out. She rushed forward the moment Dr. Cutter was standing back up, aiming wrap her arms around the woman's head to pull it face first into her cleavage while at the same time rocket a knee up to slam it right into her gut.

Dr. Cutter was all smiles as she re-entered the ring, and rightfully so. Yes, yes, she’d whipped women before. It was one of her favored methods of getting unruly projects in order, as a matter of fact. But this was a wee bit different. This might been the only chance to whip a true dominant woman such as herself. She would cherish it…

...if and when the chance came. But Esdeath seemed less enthuse to be on the receiving end, and showed her displeasure by rising up with far more vim and vigor than Dr. Cutter expected. Suddenly, the Operator was given another close view of Esdeath’s amazing chest - which she liked - along with a knee to the stomach - which she didn’t like.

The blow was enough to make Dr. Cutter fall on her back with her foe coming down on top of her. Certainly not the best position, and she dropped the bullwhip in the process. Great.

While she had the result she wanted in her attack, it became even more rewarding when she had Dr. Cutter on her back and Esdese coming down on top of her. This was a brief moment of recovery she needed but also to deny Dr. Cutter air and give her pain in the process. She had already smothered the woman with her breasts, and it was time to punish this woman with something less sensual.

Perhaps it was something that could be seen as such when she decided to rise up to briefly straddle Dr. Cutter's face, wiggling to get comfortable before she reached down to grasp the woman by the hair, forcing her head up so she could slip her thighs around them before falling onto her sides to lock Dr. Cutter up in a tight, authoritative head scissor hold.

Dr. Cutter was always proud of her ability to maneuver in high heels, but it was an ability she apparently didn’t have a monopoly on. Esdeath was surprisingly quick on the mat, moving with a speed and ferocity that one might not have expected from her at first blush.

Quite a body. Dr. Cutter could hardly wait to give it a thorough examination.

But that was a matter for another time. Now, she had to do something about the woman sitting on her face and squeezing her skull into a pulp, hammering her with those powerful thighs. A tight predicament, to be sure, but not inescapable. Far from it.

The headscissor hold was just a default move to go with while she was both recovering and thinking about how to drive Dr. Cutter to a corner and go from there, eyes narrowed as she would make the woman feel the power of those bare thighs bearing down on her, having no mercy and just showing Dr. Cutter why it was not wise to get between a Dominatrix's thighs!

Still, she had the time to realize what she wanted to put the woman in after this, trying to wear her down as much as possible for the transition, not to mention give her a humiliation crotch to face grind to show some authority between the two of them.

Dr. Cutter was never one to let a golden opportunity pass her by, and this was no exception. Sure, Esdeath was squeezing her skull with bone breaking pressure, and it was indeed quite painful. But this also afforded her an unrivaled opportunity to feel her opponent’s body, get closer to certain places that she was direly interest in.

She ran her hands up and down Esdeath’s thigh, savoring the feel of each muscle along her gloved fingers. When Esdeath began to grind against her face, she welcomed the feel, pressing her face foward to dive deep into the clothed womanhood. Her tongue slipped out and ran along the sides of her undergarments, slipping here and there and searching for any way to get into the most tender spot.

And, of course, she made sure to slide her hand underneath the skirt and feel Esdeath's curves to her heart's content. All while the pain continued to course through her skull, bringing grunts and groan while she kicked her legs...but she made the most of her situation. Always the opportunist.

" You seem a bit overdressed for this.. Perhaps you should take some clothes off.. " She sharpened the pressure, her thighs clenching tightly around that head while she rubbed herself against Dr. Cutter's face, like she was trying to erase her facial features with her crotch! Esdeath wasn't particular mad at Dr. Cutter being a little on the rough side, it was becoming for a dominatrix.

" Naughty dog.. " She teased while Dr. Cutter was caressing her thighs and even letting that tongue grace the sides of her panties, licking her own lips as she reached down to tug on the woman's hair, giving her another squeeze. " If you rip off your own top, I will release you. "

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Dr. Cutter had no problem dropping her top. In truth, she’d come prepared for it, expected it, and was wearing something appropriate underneath. But as willing as she was to leave her clothes behind, she didn’t want to do it because she was told to. And besides…

”This is a one piece.” She grunted and gave Esdeath’s leg a tight pinch. ”I can’t move much like this. If you want me to take it off, you’ll have to get off me...and if you’re going to do that, you might as well take off yours, too.”

A gambit, yes, but one that Dr. Cutter hoped would work in her favor. She was tired of Esdeath’s clothes getting the way.

" Mh, you're right. Might as well. It was going to happen at some point. " She would give the woman's head one last, good squeeze before she used her hands to force Dr. Cutter's head up, releasing her from the scissor hold so she could carefully slip herself away from the woman and back up onto her feet, not shying away from casually removing her coat, wearing nothing underneath that could hide her firm tummy and generously sized chest, throwing it out of the ring to leave herself in her white panties, which were going to be her next target.

Considering that Dr. Cutter had a one piece, she figured that even if she denied her, she would have to rip it completely off, which would definitely not feel nice if Esdeath's nails would press into the skin during it, sticking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties before she dropped them down to her ankles, kicking them out of the ring to stand completely bare in front of the fellow dominatrix.