Morrigan Vs. Tessa Price: Tables Hentai Match

Morrigan continued to grin as she tore at Tessa with all she could muster. She wanted to inflict pain and to hurt the woman. She wasn't interested in winning a fair fight between two evenly matched competitors. She wanted to dominate Tessa, make her belled, make her cum and make her beg. But as she continued to try and hurt Tessa, she saw the girl slip forward and suddenly press her knee against her throat.

Morrigan's eyes widened and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her face became frantic and her legs kicked wildly behind Tessa. She used her free hand to try and rake and claw at Tessa's outer thigh, just to try and do SOMETHING to get Tessa off her as she choked the life out of the maid.

"Urrrhhhlkkkgnnh!"

Tessa took a moment to gleefully watch the panicked Morgan through scratched eyes, blinking heavily to regain a better sight. That bitch had hurt her, hurt her so bad that it would be easier to count the places she wasn't going to be black, purple, red or orange after the match instead of the normal colored spots. She was wondering how she and if she would still be able to drive that beast through a table if she even proceeded that far.

"You got some payback coming your way now, ugly witch!"
She snarled while trying to remove the free hand of Morgan from her thigh, pin it over her head and change position to kneel on her upper arm and hand to escape the furious and desperate kicks of her opponent, giving a fuck if that was a atrociously painful or a part of the arm you could tolerably sit on without hurting too much and put a hand on one of her breasts, groping it. She cursed her rounded fingernails at this moment, if there was one deserving of some sharp nail fury, then it was the maid!

Morrigan continued to choke from the weight of Tessa's knee on her throat. Such a brutal choke drained the life out of her even faster than it normally would. She coughed and sputtered as blackness began to overtake her eyes. She couldn't respond to Tessa other than to gurgle and kick but even those began to slow down a bit.

She looked around with the last bit of her life but she didn't see anyone around. She had no idea what had happened to Bab but she knew that it didn't take that long to get rid of some pants...

The menacing grin on the face of Tessa finally vanished after she witnessed in how much trouble Morgan seemed to be, going rogue on her intention to put her into the hospital.
"Luckily for you, I am not like you."
She had really considered to choke Morgan out, but she snapped out of the rage to severely punish her just in time and removed her knee from the throat of Morgan and out it on her arm to prevent her from using the unbound arm even more. Astounding how the leading mistress of the Morrigan could drive her up the wall, but staying human was more important than giving in to her rage.

"You better stay still, witch. Just a short way from your arm to your throat."
She threatened, although she wasn't sure if she would be able to do something like that again. Instead, she would try to rip the clothes away from the torso of Morgan to begin the first part of fulfilling the *winning conditions*.

Morrigan coughed hard as the knee was released. Her chest heaved and her throat was horse as she looked up at Tessa through teary eyes. "Y-you..." She managed through a heaving pant. She leaned backwards and panted, staring at the ceiling.

"Idiot." She said while she remained still, not moving as Tessa had commanded. "Don't think I'm going to go easy on you just because you stupidly showed mercy."

She clenched her teeth and blushed as Tessa ripped open her top and exposed her breasts. The fans began to hoot and Morrigan closed her eyes. The exposure to the cool air made her nipples stiffen instantly.

"I know. But it doesn't matter. Both of us know that it could have been otherwise, and that's more than enough for me."
Tessa wasn't even really sure if she would have risked a severe injury of Morgan cause she was a bitch and a tremendously unlikable person but in the end she probably wouldn't have done it. Unsure of the outcome of her thought experiments, she watched the cold air do her work on Morgan.
"By the way, why are you complaining? Isn't that the kind of enjoyment you like in your free time? You know, lying on the back, immobilized, bound."
She gave one of the nipples a slap with the fingertips, then the other, before putting her hand on the flat stomach of Morgan, pointing downward. Maybe she played too much with Morgan at this point, but it was surely not so easy to press an orgasm out of the most surely often violently fucked maid without playing some games with her.

"Tch!" Morrigan grunted. She heard Tessa's words and the fact that Tessa was being nice to her, only infuriated the made. She didn't want to be pitied. And then Tessa mocked er so casually.

"Fuck you." She growled. "I'm not Babd. The only touch I enjoy is my mistresses! She's the only one who I'll let do what she pleases with me!" It wasn't totally true. The whole of the Von Creuzfeldt Estate (Japan Branch) pretty much did as they pleased. But she resisted them. Unless they did things like point guns at her... She shuddered at the thought and then let out a soft moan as Tessa teased her.

"Hate... you..." Morrigan muttered as she mildly struggled. She gritted her teeth and then pursed her lips. She then spat at Tessa's eye. The harpy was wicked and willing to stoop to any level. But she didn't even know what that could do. She had to admit that Tessa had her in a pretty good position.

That was when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, Babd stalking towards them. She had a new chair in her hand. It seemed like she had been busy while the two actual wrestlers were fighting. And she had been. inside the ring there was a table properly set up. Babd was more or less mindless, but occasionally she had an independent thought. Now she got behind Tessa and lifted the chair up high, aiming to slam it down into the back of Tessa's head while she played with her mistress.

Tessa was silently laughing after the last angry response of Morgan.
"So? Good to hear. Maybe I'll visit Babd sometime later then. I never met a person really addicted to domination and pain before."
The German wasn't really interested in the free time of Morgan, but it was kind of shocking to hear that Lukretia von Kreutzfeld was probably a mean mistress and not the lady with perfect manners and a self made woman history who donated generous sums to charity.

"Had no idea that Miss Kreutzfeld is not the generous person I always thought she had to be. Guess my charity money goes elsewhere then. Too bad, was used to the thought."
She explained, only wiping away the spittle of Morgan and, instead of going ballistic on her, she let her hand slid under the costume of Morgan to reach her womanhood.

Then the sight of Tessa got blurred. She realized something had hit her in the back of the head and she obeyed the laws of gravity by falling forward, heavily dazed and barely conscious.

Morrigan was pissed off and humiliated but She could handle most of what Tessa was dishing out verbally. Tessa's quips didn't phase her. They grated her., annoyed her and reaffirmed her dislike of this woman but when she spoke of Lukretia, Morrigan's eyes widened. She began to writhe viciously and ground her teeth loudly. She burned hate into Tessa with her gaze and even lashed out to try and bite down on the air in front of Tessa.

"SHUT UP, WHORE!" She spat. "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT THE MISTRESS!"

Unfortunately, all Morrigan could do was scream. That was until Tessa brought her hand down to her pussy. "Y-uhhnn..."

And then the sharp thud made Morrigan cringe slightly. She then looked up to see Babd holding a chair.

She smiled brightly and then furrowdd her brow. "Move this cunt and untie me, now!" She demanded.

"Babd stuttered but then tried to push Tessa off Morrigan. "Y-Yes, mistress." She said and would try to untie Morrigan if she moved Tessa.

Tessa was pretty sure that her next stop would be a table, then hopefully a stretcher and following either the hospital or some time home to heal off. Someone shoved her from Morgan and caused her to roll face first on the floor, letting out an uncontrolled sigh as random air escaped from her mouth.

She would have been proud that she had hold out so long in a battle against three girls, of whom two were decent wrestlers and the third one a mindless but multifunctional tool, but she was too busy wondering if this was a little popcorn on the floor before her or a little cloud that danced in her eye...