Duct Tape Duel: Katya vs. Sabine

Dazed Katya was just getting to her feet when Sabine stepped up and wrapped her arms around her. Standing face-to-face, she shuddered with anticipation at the bigger girl's teasing taunt. Held within Sabine's arms and with her own hands pinned behind her back, Katya felt the dangerous thrill of being dominated by a stronger woman. As her hands began to be taped together, the alluring danger got a lot closer.

"Oh, god," she muttered huskily, in shock at her new predicament, and her eyes widened as she felt the sticky duct tape being pressed against the skin of her wrists.

"I can try!" she blurted defiantly. The Russian wrestler quickly pushed her body forwards, pert breasts pushing into Sabine's own. At the same time she thrust her mouth towards Sabine's lips with an agressive, lusty kiss. Hoping this would provide a last-second distraction, Katya would try and start squirming in the bigger girl's hold, and stamp her boot down on Sabine's foot. She really had left it late though as she was only a second away from being tied up, and she would be lucky to escape.

Sabine purred into Katya's ear as she began the process of making the Russian her excitable sex toy. Only for the Russian to make a last ditch attempt at defiance, where she had been calmly tying the Russian up she was quickly taken aback by her aggressiveness, as she pressed her smaller body against the Brazilian's Sabine couldn't help but moan into the kiss.

Until Katya's boot smashed down on her foot while she squirmed, forcing Sabine to break the hold she had, Russian hands regrettably un-tied as she hopped in pain. Sending a harsh glare to the Russian. If she wasn't going to play nice and try dirty tricks like that, then she'd find that Sabine could be just as mean.

Katya barrelled out of the bigger girl's hold, glad her antics had caught the other wrestler off guard. Scurrying a safe distance away from Sabine, Katya would carefully peel off the duct tape that was still hanging from her right wrist. The Russian then screwed it up into a little ball and tossed it playfully at Sabine's forehead, sticking her tongue out and grinning as she did so.

"Aww, you nearly have me, but not quite! Game not over yet, huh?" she goaded in response to the harsh stare, just pleased to have recovered from her nearly-disastrous early slip up.

"Grrr..." Sabine growled as she dodged the duct tape ball, dropping down onto all fours she began to circle Katya like a big cat, waiting for the right moment to pounce!

Katya gave a little nervous giggle as Sabine growled at her, and started to stalk across the ring like a predatory animal.

"Oh dear, did I provoke you?" Katya said uncertainly. The red-clad wrestler was slightly unsettled by the change of tone in her opponent. Katya slowly backed away from Sabine's advance, wondering what to do next. With a little jolt she felt her ass bump against the turnbuckle; without realising she had retreated the entire length of the ring, and was now trapped in the corner.

"I just wanted to escape so we could play a little longer..." Katya held her palms up as she tried to placate her opponent. She wasn't sure how annoyed Sabine was, but she knew some kind of revenge was in store for her.

Sabine continued to stalk her pray across the ring, the Brazilian undeterred by Katya's attempts to get the Dancing Succubi to back off.

She pounced, looking to trap the Russian's body in the corner, spreading her self out to prevent escape as she tried to grab Katya by the hair and whisper harshly into her ear "playtime's over."

Katya went tense with nervous energy as Sabine pounced at her, the Russian looking for an escape but finding none. She gave a loud, girlish yelp as her hair was yanked, mainly though shock, though there was a hint of perverse excitement in her squeal.

Katya was pretty helpless in the hairpull, tottering on tiptoes, leaning into the hold to try and alleviate the sharp pain in her scalp. She pawed ineffectually at Sabine's strong arms, her face screwed into a grimace.

"Ungh, you are so mean!" Protesting was all Katya could do right now.

Sabine wasn't pulling on Katya's hair to be mean, oh no, the Brazillian had much better ways of doing that as she pulled the Russian's head to one side. Just so she could give a love bite on Katya's neck. "And you are mine." she hissed, giving kiss and kiss up and down the young girl's neck.

Katya gave a strained, moaning whimper as she was pulled to the side, helpless in Sabine's grip. Bitten and kissed, Katya felt both pleasure and pain at the bigger girl's possessive act. Her pale flesh shivered at the treatment and her body went a little weak.

"Not quite yet..." she mumbled.

The Russian wrestler would try to fight back by leaning into Sabine, lifting one of her legs to try and kick against the nearby turnbuckle. She hoped it would unbalance them or maybe topple them over. It was all Katya could think to do to destabilise Sabine's hold before she was lost in her grip completely.

Sabine backed away from her aggressive treatment of Katya, she wasn't normally one for pain and pleasure at the same time. Well... she enjoyed it but she was always reluctant before doing it to others, it brought them to their knees fast but still... something about the Russian stomping on her foot mid-kiss had gotten the best of her and maybe she should give Katya a fighting chance at this.

And a chance she took, the Russian high-flyer pushing off from the corner stumbling the larger Brazilian, leaving her open for whatever Katya thought to do next.