The bunny masked man spoke lowly and waved his arm, "And presenting Misha Datta, of Indian origin." Unlike wrestling shows, there wasn't much loud cheer. It was a quite affair.
"You may start", the bell rung.
Elise sauntered towards her slowly, seductively. She winked at her.
She got close enough, and slapped her. Misha was taken aback. The woman then kneed her in the gut. Misha doubled over. this was a real fight. She had to get her head in the game. She adapted surprisingly well. She threw out her fist and punched Elise in the gut. She groaned and fell back. Misha got up on her feet.
Elise ran towards her and unexpectedly jumped. She landed on top of Misha's back impressively, bringing her down, her powerful glistening thighs wrapped around her midriff. Misha was gasping. She tried tapping out, but no one seemed to notice. She finally mustered her courage, but the pain was suddenly gone. Elise had gotten up. She again sat down on Misha's back, effectively pinning her, her legs on her hands. She did the unthinkable. she seductively stroked her ass, with the leotard practically exposing it all. She then grabbed her leotard and pulled it high, giving her a painful wedgie. Misha moaned deeply. Elise chuckled.
She brought it high enough and released it, the fabric slapping her ass, which made her yelp. Elise then wedged it further into her buttcrack with her fingers, and massaged her considerably large brown derriere. Then she raised her cold hand and brought it down with a resonating SMACK! The flesh jiggled, and rippled. Misha had only seen this happen in films and videos, but she thought it was acting. Experiencing it firsthand, it was quite painful. Elise didn't stop. She continued spanking her maniacally but also hiding it with an air of silent seduction. Misha felt that her ass was on fire. "Please stop! Stop! My god! Ohhhh......."
Her pleas were only fuel to the fire Elise seemed to be cooking up on her ass. Thankfully the bell rung. Misha thought it was over, but Elise whispered in her ear, "calm down it's not over yet. It's only breaktime after the first round. There are Four rounds after all.."
With this she turned and walked away, her shapely ass, swaying with her rhythm of walking, her black leotard complimenting her fair caucasian skin.
Misha got up slowly, and pulled out her wedgie. However, in the midst of all this, she felt something stirring within her. She felt sort of alive. She couldn't explain it.
She liked being spanked. The bell rung again after a few minutes.
Misha was hesitant. Elise walked up to her. She shot out her fist at Misha's face, but she dodged it, and grabbed Elise's wrist, and pulled it towards her, essentially throwing her on the floor. She got down and wrapped her legs around Elise's throat. She had her locked! However she didn't know what to do next. She wasn't very experienced with catfights. The only erotic thing she had ever done was kiss a girl, and try to awkwardly dry hump her during high school. Pretty sure this was different. Elise groaned. She had felt the pain. She immediately tried wriggling herself out, but it only made things worse for the pain. She was trapped between Misha's thick unexpectedly strong brown thighs. They glistened under the spotlight, long thick delicious brown thighs. Elise had an idea. She turned her head slightly, and fastened her jaws onto the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Misha felt a stinging sensation. Slowly it increased, and her soft moans turned to crescendos.
She immediately let go and kicked Elise in the head. Elise fell to the side like a ragdoll. Misha was caressing her thigh. Thankfully it wouldn't scar. Elise stood up, and said, "Alright. This is going to be serious. I'm going to pulverize you."
The bell rung. Misha went to her corner, and a maid approached her with a bag of ice. They sat her down and applied it on the area. Upon its contact Misha gasped sharply. It felt better. Elise was staring at her, licking her lips, a hungry look in her eyes. She wanted her. She was going to dominate her in the ring. The bell rung.
Both approached each other. Elise charged towards her. Misha raised her fist to punch her, but Elise ducked it and did the unexpected. She emerged right in front of her, and grabbing Misha's face, pulled it closer to her and kissed her. It was a deep kiss. Misha taken aback by the surprise move and tried to fight back, but was soon being tamed by Elise's loving warm tongue. Elise then pulled back, and hugged her waist. She pulled closer and kissed her neck. If Elise wanted to seduce her to confuse her, it had worked. Misha was panting a lot. Elise then went a step further and nibbled her ears. Misha was over the top. Her earlobes were nibbled, licked, twisted. Misha felt her heartrate rising. Her nipples hardened through the fabric. Seeing this as a sure sign of arousal, Elise quickly turned Misha to the opposite side, so she faced Misha's back. What happened next was something Misha had never expected. Elise had locked Misha's hands behind her, and pushed her. She pushed towards the railing and slammed her chest first onto the rubber railings of the ring. Misha naturally had gorgeous large 36F breasts which jutted out proudly and were the cause of jealousy from many women who didn't get along with her. Her prized assets were now being pressed into the ropes, squeezing them painfully. But it wasn't physically painful. It was a milder pain which she could tolerate. However her sexual libido couldn't tolerate it. She was at an all time sexual high. She started moaning loudly.
"OOOOOhhhhhhhhOwwwOHHHH my Boobs!"
Elise pressed on harder. The busty girl was trapped between the French executioner and the ropes. Then Elise shifted Misha sideways, rubbing and dragging her large Breasts on the ropes. This aggravated Misha sexually. She moaned and yelped even more now. Suddenly Elise pulled back and lay her down on the mat. As Misha gathered her breath, Her breasts rising with each breath she took. she thought Elise was done. Big mistake. Elise slowly creeped up over her. She pinned both of her hands above her head with her one hand. She had managed to wrap her legs around Misha's lower body. With her free hand she reached for her breasts, and tore away the leotard's upper half. "AAwwwww.....that must have hurt. No woman's melons should have to feel that kind of pain. Although I guess it turned you on....
Let me take the pain away....."
Elise massaged Misha's breasts with her free hand. It was erotic. Misha felt the pain go away and felt horny. The frenchwoman fondled her tits, for a while rubbing her nipples lightly with the tips of her fingers.
"There I took away your pain. I should be rewarded no?" Misha didn't get where she was going. "I'd like some chocolate milk. Oh what's that you say? It's self service? Well don't mind if I do......"
Elise raised her mouth, puckered her lips and fixed them firmly on Misha's right tit, nipple and all. She licked it and started sucking noisily. Misha felt strange. This was way more painful. Except it was different from the pain she felt before. This was stimulating. She felt goosebumps. She couldn't control herself. She moaned a long slow moan. Elise happily sucked at her nipple, rhythmically pushing her lips up towards the tip of the tit, and down towards the base of the teat. She occasionally bit it eliciting yelps from Misha, and even nibbled, pulled the nipple with her mouth, messily, blew a sort of raspberry on it, and even placed her whole mouth on the round surface of Misha's globe, slobbering it, her tongue boxing her erect nipple.
" Ohhh stop stop please stop! That's enough-OOOhhhhh"
Elise then went for the other nipple. It was a very passionate moment. Elise kissed, licked, nibbled and sucked away at Misha's tits, like a weaning puppy playing with a rubber toy. Misha was squealing all the while. Thankfully the bell rung.
Two maids helped Misha onto her feet and sat her down in her corner. They gave her a juice to drink. They said it had a strong aphrodisiac in it. Elise looked over at her and winked. After a while the bell rung.
Elise charged, but Misha sidestepped, and stuck her leg out tripping Elise. She was quick in her movements. She kicked Elise in the Solar plexus. Elise groaned. Misha then jumped on top of Elise and pinned her arms with her legs, her ass firmly planted on Elise's abdomen. Misha felt new. She wanted to dominate her so bad. She had enjoyed her fair share of humiliation and being dominated. Now she wanted to dominate. She grabbed the top of Elise's Leotard, and tore it off, and Elise's beautiful 34D breasts jiggled out, glistening like white muskmelons under the spotlight. Misha bent down and licked her nipples slowly, taking her time. Elise tolerated this for a good long while. However, Misha changed tactics and then after wetting the nipples she went for it. She wasn't following Elise's way of defeating them with softness. She softened and wettened Elise and then roughly closed her teeth around a chunk of Elise's boob, including the nipple, which battled with her tongue inside her mouth. Elise couldn't tolerate this. She outright screamed out her pain. She tried to get her off. She smacked her head, tried to push her, But Misha had fastened onto her tit like an anchor. Trying to pull away her boob, would only make it worse. "OwwwwoowwwwoOOOooOOOww! Please ok ok, Stop it! Okay-okay, that's enough, Oh, m-mY TIT!!! OW!
Elise moaned and yelped. Her yodeling could be heard resonating across the silent halls. The audiences seemed emotionless behind their masks, but they were having a hard time controlling themselves, and some of the guests had even started masturbating.
Misha didn't pay any heed. She then eased her teeth and sucked at them.
"Who's melons are being eaten now bitch? This is payback." Misha then surprisingly left her and stood up. Sighing with relief, Elise turned to her side, caressing her tit, but was rudely interrupted by Misha, "I'm not done yet."
Misha grabbed Elise's shoulders, and her the area near her crotch and lifted her up all the way over her head. She may look harmless, but her arms although kind of lean were made very strong by her Acrobatics classes. She then slammed her down on the mat. The audience suddenly cheered. Misha was drunk on glory and her sexual high. She lifted Elise up by her hair, and kissed her. She french kissed the french woman. She then bit her lower lip, dragging it down, eliciting a deep moan from the frenchwoman. She proceeded to kiss her throat, the nape of the neck, her tits, her chest and even the insides of her thighs. Elise couldn't hold it. Owing to the kisses and the tit suckling she had performed on Misha she was very aroused herself surprisingly. She had found Misha attractive. Add to that Misha's sexual taunts and kisses, and her 'lovebite' on her nipple. It was done.
As Misha stood up thinking about her next move, Elise let loose a gush of white oozy fluids from her crotch, wetting her leotard. She had come. The crowd cheered this on even more. They 'oohed and aahed' at the sight of a sweaty boob goddess standing over the dominatrix frenchwoman who had come herself and was lying submissively.
the bell rung. One more round to go. Elise lay in her corner drinking her juice, lost in thought. She stared at Misha relaxing on her couch, and her stare turned to something more. Now she wanted her for herself. She had fallen for her. But she couldn't explain it. She wanted to make sure she would make the busty brown girl vulnerable with her. A maid asked if she wanted a change of costume but she rejected it. She tore off what little was left of it, making her completely nude, and wiped her crotch, and threw away the torn leotard. One of audience feverishly caught it, and a tiny struggle ensued for who would get it among the rich perverts, but the maids strictly silenced them. This was a challenge. The bell rung. Elise walked forward, her 34D boobs jiggling with every step, her blonde hair curled and fluffy, lying around her neck. She stood straight, her hands on her ample hips, her pear shaped white ass glistening under the light. Her tits jutted out, fully erect, like two large muskmelons ripe for the picking. Her slender nose glistened with sweat, her almost transparent blue eyes, changing colours under the intense light, and her brown eyelashes framing her eyes. Her strong white thighs glistened with sweat and her rosy red lips, licking themselves turned up the temperature. Misha accepted the challenge. She tore off her remaining leotard, and unlike Elise placed it on the couch. The busty Indian girl strutted forward, like a model on a ramp, displaying her brilliantly swaying hips. She stood before her, a tall, fit, Olive brown skin toned woman, with her hands on her wide hips. Her perfect hourglass figure was complimented by her brown complexion. She had luscious dark as night black hair extending all the way over her shoulders, till her back, almost touching her round heart shaped ass, but not quite. Her thick toned brown thighs glistened with sweat. Her large brown globes were erect and ready, like ripe honeydew melons. She had a tiny vermilion dot on her forehead right between her eyebrows. Her dark eyes stared at her rival, bordered by long black eyelashes, almost hiding a tiny dot of a mole below her left eye, and her slender but small nose, followed by her pink lips seductively licking themselves, aroused not only the audience but even Elise.
