Duct Tape Duel: Katya vs. Sabine

Katya gave a big, grateful gasp as Sabine finally rolled off of her. The dazed Russian lay on her back, staring up at the arena lights, chest rising and falling as she panted heavily, trying to recover. Her face was reddened and sweaty, and she had been left physically and mentally drained by Sabineâ€s dominating smother. The bigger girl had been merciless when grinding her breasts into Katyaâ€s face, and the brunette was left musing how close she had come to utter destruction. She licked her lips thoughtfully. It was clear Sabineâ€s ‘playtime†was not to be taken lightly.

Plucky Katya wasnâ€t too deterred, though. Gathering her residual strength, she peeled her flustered head off the mat to look round at her opponent. Sabine was sitting up, peeling the duct tape off her ankles. Katya knew she wouldnâ€t have much chance in a fair fight, so she dragged herself over towards Sabine, approaching from behind. The Russian would crawl up to Sabineâ€s shoulders and try and wrap her arms around her head in a seated sleeper hold. If she was lucky she would get to the Brazilian before she had fully disentangled her legs. If she was unlucky… well, Katya was in no state to face up to Sabineâ€s full strength right now.

Sabine was still struggling with the duct tape when Katya pooled her last strength, while the Russian was planning to get back into this match the Brazilian sex fiend was planning on how much it would take to get the residue off her shoes. Stupid duct tape, why couldn't it have been bondage rope. She knew her way around it and it wouldn't have looked out of place in Japan.

Still while she was cursing the match type the Dancing Succubi was caught off guard, the Russian's arms wrapping around her head before she could get the last bit of tape off, loosely tying her legs together but it was enough to keep her from using her legs to move into a better position, whatever it might be. Now she was trapped, slowly but surely fading in the sleeper and with no room to complain about it after her breast smother took a lot out of Katya. Now all she could do was fight off the sleepiness while she thought of a way out.

“Hah!” Katya exclaimed breathlessly as she slapped the sleeper hold on the seated Sabine.

“Youâ€re not a bad smotherer, but it takes more than that to finish me off!” she boasted, panting heavily. In truth, Katya was still very flustered, and she was glad of her controlling position right now as it would give her some much-needed recovery time.

Kneeling at Sabineâ€s back, the Russian tightened her grip on the bigger girlâ€s neck. “Now itâ€s your turn to go without air…” she purred into her ear. She could feel her opponent weaken a little as she hugged Sabineâ€s head to her chest. It was so satisfying for Katya to be able to get her own back like this.

“And I get to have a different view of your tits this time…” she grinned, leaning over Sabineâ€s shoulder a little to peer down her cleavage. As she held Sabine in the sleeper, Katya would slide one of her hands downwards, looking to grope and fondle the Brazilianâ€s breasts, and maybe see if she could free them from their low-cut top.

"nnnghh..." Sabine groaned in the hold, having no choice but to listen to the Russian girl's taunts, then she made a mistake. One hand roamed lower across the Brazilian's beautiful body, with only one hand holding her in the sleeper. With what little strength she had, both hands went to the hand keeping the hold on, trying to push it away and get some air to her tortured lungs before the dizziness sent her to sleep.

Katyaâ€s hand had just reached its treasured prize, clasping greedily around Sabineâ€s breast, when the Brazilian countered, pushing her away.

“Aww…” Katya pouted as she toppled back onto her ass, looking like a kid who had lost a favourite toy.

The Russian examined her surroundings. She still felt weak, and out of breath, but fortunately Sabine now looked in similarly struggling condition. Katya would be forced to press her perceived advantage now, before Sabine came back at full strength.

“Well, I will have to find something else to play with…” she announced, turning around and crawling to fetch a duct tape dispenser.

Sabine tried to use most of her recovery time effectively as well, her head still thumping as an after affect but while Katya went to collect another dispenser, Sabine had removed the last from around her ankles, freeing her legs which had been painfully pressed together for too long. Now she was ready for the Russian's next move.

Katya turned around, clutching her duct tape dispenser, only to find Sabine crouching and ready for her.

“Drat, you escaped,” the Russian remarked. “I will have to remember to tie you extra tight next time…” she grinned.

Even though Sabine was free, Katya decided to continue with her attack. She pulled a length of tape from the dispenser and crawled towards Sabine. Licking her lips, the little brunette would suddenly dart forwards, arms outstretched, aiming the sticky tape at Sabineâ€s face. She figured if she could gag Sabineâ€s mouth it might cause a distraction, though her lunge with the tape was pretty wild and unaimed.

Sabine gracefully dodged out of the way from the Russian's sticky lunge, aiming to trip her up with a drop toe hold.

Katya was caught out by her own forward momentum, Sabineâ€s trip sending her crashing to the mat. There was a huge thud as she landed face-first on the canvas.

As she slowly lifted her dazed head, she realised with dismay that her own tape was now stuck to her own face! The ungainly fall had made her a victim of her own weapon! Specifically, the strip of tape was stuck loosely across her eyes, acting as a temporary blindfold. Katya couldnâ€t believe how dumb she must look right now, and gave a loud, exasperated groan. Groggy, floored, and unable to see, she was hopelessly open to attack.

Sabine grinned as her trip had worked better than intended, and now it was time to get a little payback for Katya tying up her legs.

Trying to sit the Russian up, the Brazilian would pull her arms behind her with he legs in one of her signature moves the hell's butterfly. Leaving her to simply reach for one of the dispensers that the Russian scattered across the ring and tie her hands behind her back, which would be bad for anyone named Katya and great for everyone else.