Elizabeth vs. MIO: A Treat for Masochists Everywhere!

Hentai Prisoner of War Match

Win Condition: Attaching a collar to the other wrestler to claim dominance. The collar is suspended above the ring and it requires a ladder to reach it.

When Elizabeth heard that she was going to participate in a PoW match, especially a version where Hentai is freely allowed, she may have gotten a little wet at that news. While she did not know her opponent, being in a PoW match is comparable to one of the matches where she has a homeground advantage. With her experience as a dominatrix and mistress, surely she can win this easily while reaping all the pleasure for herself, and maybe share some for her opponent too if she is so willing.

Spoiler:

"All The Right Moves" by OneRepublic started playing on the arena's speakers, and out came Elizabeth in her very skimpy, red leather dominatrix attire. As she is in a good mood, she decided to give the audience a treat. Walking down the ramp, she would put her hands behind her head, emphasizing her volumptous breasts to all the perverts watching, those very breasts bouncing plentifully with every single step made, making any man have a nose bleed instantly upon seeing such beautiful idols being shakened around. Her face is full of confidence, matching her mistress occupation she prides so heavily on.

Elizabeth would then walk up the steel steps and onto the ring's apron, going through the top and middle ropes. However, she stopped mid-way through her insertion between the ropes, and took the opportunity to shake her well-formed rump, those buttcheeks jiggling in its fat that made men shout in joy and ecstasy. She would then enter the ring after a few moments teasing the crowd, extending her arms outwards as she spun around slowly in the center of the ring to highlight the curves of her large frame for all watching eyes in every direction. After pampering the people, the red-clad dominatrix would head towards the ropes furthest away from the entrance ramp and rest against it, her arms spreading out over the top ropes while one of her legs was slightly bent by its knee, curiously to see who's her opponent for tonight.

Not too long after Elizabeth had finished her entrance act, MIO's theme began to play. The raven haired girl then walked out into the ramp, looking calm and rather absentminded as usual, although that's more than enough for the crowds to cheer on her nowadays. Dressed in her standard tanktop and hot pants, Mio proceeded into the ring while just giving a little nod here and there to the audience, never the one to put a fancy show, and yet still getting herself some cheering. That seemed to be part of her charm.

MIO:

Once she climbed on the ring, she'd look at her opponent, analyzing her. This Elizabeth woman looks pretty and confident, and her appearance, the way she dressed and all seemed to have stirred something inside Mio already. She didn't show any sign of being intimidated despite walking into a match that one might call a mismatch, standing there in front of her opponent calmly.

"Um... let's... have a good fight...?" she greeted quietly.

Elizabeth watched as her opponent made her entrance, and she couldn't help but lick her lips at the first sight of her. Her initial impression seemed to have made her out to be a timid girl, one who would be perfect as one of her slaves. She can see the charm that made Mio popular with people. And it motivated this mistress.

The blonde would get off the ropes and walk towards Mio, trying to actively intimidate her by standing right in front of her, crossing her arms underneath her chest to emphasize it once more. Despite being a potential mismatch in their disciplines, the size difference made it clear for a physical mismatch as well. Hearing this girl suggest a 'good fight' made Elizabeth chuckle.

"A fight? Don't misunderstand. This won't be a fight..." The skimpy dominatrix seductively cooed as she leaned forward slightly, only to suddenly have one of her leather glove-covered hands to cup Mio's chin, forcing her to look into her beautiful green eyes. "This will be our private session. I'll make sure everything that happens here will be your best experience~"

As Elizabeth cupped her chin and made Mio look into her eyes, she slightly blushed, but if anything she looked a little fascinated rather than intimidated. Elizabeth calling it'd be a private session didn't really make sense when they're surrounded by the crowds, but Mio didn't really care for the small details.

"Err... I'll... look forward to it then...?" she responded, seemingly showing interest to the promised "best experience" mentioned to her.

The ref then would separate the two of them so the match could start, and the bell would soon rang. With the physical difference between them, Mio would just circle around Elizabeth slowly, carefully. The woman seemed quite nice from what she just seen so far, but there's no telling how she'd be once the match went underway.

"Tch." Elizabeth growled as the ref had to separate them so they can start the match. She wanted to enjoy the moment a bit longer, wanting to dig in Mio's blushing face... But she can relive that experience during the match, as she stimulates her opponent to a neverending bliss.

The bell would ring, and Elizabeth would get into the typical wrestling stance, arms raised in front of her and ready for a grapple. She would notice Mio being quite cautious, and the blonde would only smirk, before suddenly standing straight and leaving herself defenseless. "Here. I'll let you land the first move. Anything." She would even outstretch her arms to the side, inviting the other girl in without any signs of deception on taking back her words. "I mean, don't you have a desire for my body too? I'll give you confidence to succeed, and if you do, I'll reward you with 'pleasure.'" She emphasized that very last word, keeping up her smirk to the girl she believes to be timid.

Mio was startled as Elizabeth suddenly invited her to have a go at her, even opening her stance like that. There's always the possibility of a trap, but Mio had to say, she did want to taste the woman's gorgeous body. Initially she took small steps, getting closer cautiously. The closer she got, the stronger the desire to jump on Elizabeth, and she eventually went with it.

Making a short dash, the smaller girl would attempt to wrap barge the woman and wrap her arms around her, aiming to tackle her down to the ground rugby style. If Elizabeth was lying, she probably could just simply stand her ground to withstand her offense, but Mio wasn't really the type who'd use strikes or hard hitting move in her fight. Partly because she lacked physical power, but also because she didn't really like to hurt her opponent unnecessarily.

Oh, how adorable she is! Elizabeth was enjoying every second of it just by watching Mio cautiously approach her like an adorable frightened kitten, even giggling at her for a bit, until she was finally tackled to the ground, the blonde letting out a soft grunt from it. Although, the mistress realized that the girl wasn't that strong at all, the tackle only making Elizabeth fall onto her bum while her upper body remained upright.

"Is that it?" Elizabeth cooed, before she would grab Mio's head and tried to shove her face into her bosom, smothering her! She would wrap her arms around the smaller girl's head, making sure it stays in her bountiful cleavage. She would even fall onto her back against the mat to give Mio the space to spread her body all over her own, putting on a show for the crowd.

Her tackle couldn't even completely take Elizabeth down to her back, and Mio found herself getting punished for that within seconds. "Mmmhh!" she let out a muffled yelp as the woman pulled her head between her cleavage and wrapped her arms around, trapping her in a breasts smother right from the get go. She squirmed around and tried to pull away Elizabeth's arms, but was disrupted when the woman laid herself down, dragging her along.

She shook her head, trying to pull herself away as well, doing everything she could think of to free herself in a rather panicking fashion. Most of the crowds actually found her effort amusing more than anything, and they cheered for her anyways even if her struggle might be futile.

"Hnnggg..."

This time, Elizabeth laughed in response to Mio's fultile struggling. "You are quite cute, do you know?" She sincerely complimented, keeping her hold of her breast smother as firm as she can and depriving her cute little foe of her air supply. She would start to slightly moan out as long as the panicking movements of Mio's struggling continued since her breasts are essentially being fondled in an indirect way. And clearly within anyone's sight but her opponent herself, Elizabeth's cheeks was starting to blush in a cute pinkish color.

To seal the deal with this move, Elizabeth would suddenly roll over so that Mio ends up on the bottom instead and the mistress herself on top. This will result in the timid-looking girl be pinned beneath the blonde's large frame, and expectedly make it much harder for her to escape from underneath. Furthermore, the domme would attempt to move her long legs to stretch the other girl's legs apart in a grapevine, making it even more harder for the latter to escape.

It's not like the match will end with her opponent passing out, but it will give an overwhelming advantage for Elizabeth, to the point that she can afford to play with Mio.

Elizabeth's laugh and words were making Mio more flustered, not that anyone could see with her face already buried in the woman's cleavage. She kept squirming until Elizabeth turned them around, placing her at the bottom to trap her even further. The match just started but she already found herself panting a little, her breath brushing the flesh prison that was her opponent's chest.

"Mmmnn...!" she then let out a muffled cry as the woman caught her legs and stretched them apart in a grapevine. That efficiently cut her struggling significantly as her movement was now pretty limited. Not to mention that the lack of air eventually would lessen her resistance as well. Still she kept struggling and mumbling under Elizabeth, trying to push her a little. It'd be so embarrassing to pass out so early in the match after all.