Suzuki Adachi vs. Sheila Morgan - Mother Fearest

[BlackAkuma]

Okay. This was bad. Really bad. But Sheila had been in bad situations before. It was just a matter of grit, toughness, and being to stupid to know when to quit, qualities she possessed an abundance of. She would just push herself up, make a retreat, catch her breath, and-

”Fuck!”

She had just gotten to her knees when Suzuki dropped down and walked over her, using her body like a mat and pressing her back to the canvas. She wasn’t all that heavy, especially for her height, and her not wearing shoes made it easier to deal with, but even so, it sucked. Her battered body wasn’t ready for the weight, to say nothing of her battered pride.

As if that wasn’t bad enough - and it fucking was - Suzuki followed it up by reached down, grabbing her shoes, and yanking them off while Sheila was still reeling and unable to do anything to stop her. She growled, squirmed, wriggled, but none of it could stop the older woman, leaving the Wild One bottomless.

Not that she had a problem losing clothes - hell, she might’ve taken them off herself if this went her way. But getting stripped by murder grandma? No, fuck that. ”You-” Her second effort to rise was crushed when the woman stomped on her bare ass and forced her back down. ”That desperate, huh?” She spat back, looking over her shoulder. ”What? This the only way a dusty bitch like you can get any these days?”

[Caborn]

“Oh stop squirming so much…I know you must be getting off to this sort of thing~” Suzuki would tell the wild one as she stripped her prey. Ripping the Aussie woman’s bottoms off, the yakuza boss would reveal her opponent’s bare ass for all to see. Licking her lips in approval, Suzuki had to admit Sheila had a fine piece of ass on her. “Heh…you do have a nice bottom~ Makes stomping on it even hotter~” the older woman growled evilly as she started grinding her foot down on the wild one’s cheeks.

Sheila was ever the rebel, though. Still running her mouth even as her ass was literally getting stomped. The yakuza woman respected that…but she also knew the Aussie was a bit of a moron to do it as well. This time, though, Sheila crossed a line. “…Desperate huh?” Suzuki asked in the calmest tone. It wasn’t that the woman was claiming she was craving sex that pissed her off. It wasn’t the dusty remark either. Only one person had called her desperate in the past. It was her older brother…referring to her little affair with Mako’s father who ran off when she was caught with his bun in her oven. It was too much of a mess to explain what happened after her brother’s remark. But let’s just say there’s a reason Kenjo Adachi’s tombstone has those infamous last words engraved on it.

Dropping down on Sheila’s back, the older woman would straddle and mount her opponent before wrapping her left arm around the Aussie’s throat. “You’re lucky there’s literally hundreds of witnesses here…or you wouldn’t be getting away with that little comment…” the irate yakuza boss would whisper into Sheila’s ear as she reached back and thrusted her fingers into her opponent’s cunt. “And just so we’re clear…I literally have a line of women in front of my bed room every night…and it can be fucking exhausting…” Suzuki would add as she began to pump her digits in and out of the wild one’s pussy. She was referring of course to all her maids. Every one of which would show up in her bedroom to play with their mistress. At first Suzuki thought it was harmless fun. A shy little girl blushing at her in those cute little uniforms…what could go wrong with giving her a good time? Well then one became two. Then two became four. And then four turned into six all at the same time. The worst part of it was that she couldn’t get out of it. Convincing a dozen maids that you don’t want to fuck then anymore was hard. Like telling a horde of puppies they have to die. Well maybe not that extreme. But if Mako found out she told a bunch of women she couldn’t keep up with them…the damned girl would never let her mother hear the end of it. Having this situation pop into her mind actually was a good thing for Sheila. It got Suzuki thinking about something other than how pissed off she’d been when she was called desperate.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila had nothing against older women, though you’d forgiven her for thinking she did with all she’d said in this match. She hoped to become one herself one day, though that would be a long time coming and was definitely not a guarantee with the way she went through life. She fucked a few in her time, even a couple as old as Suzuki seemed to be. They could be good in bed, she knew.

What she wasn’t about, however, was being used as one's goddamn footrest. That, she was going to put a stop to. Her strength was coming back, the fog was clearing, she would be able to fight her way up in a second, if she could just-

Suzuki dropped down hard on her back a moment later, pinning her back to the floor and ending her efforts in a heartbeat. The woman was just relentless - no letup, no openings, no anything, and the moment Sheila did find a lucky break, she just shut her down. She was being outclassed, there was no getting around it.

”Let…let me…” She wheezed as she was jerked up and choked and she feebly fought against the woman’s muscled arm, as she got a far better look at her tattoos than she cared for. That wasn’t the most distressing thing, however - no, what worried her most was the feeling between her legs, as Suzuki’s finger slid into place and began its dirty work. Prodding at her softest place, revving her up in record time. As much as Sheila wanted to call bullshit on the woman’s claims, there was no denying she had the experience to back it up.

”You…you…” Sheila’s protests were growing weaker and weaker as the moans dominated them, her body giving over to the pleasure despite her mind’s best efforts to ignore it. Desperate, she tried to reach for the kendo stick, but it remained just out of her reach, leaving her inches away from even the faintest hope.

[Caborn]

Suzuki would purr as she kept slutting out her wild opponent. Although the yakuza boss’s purrs sounded much more like a mix of hungry growls and the purr of a tiger than the typical house cat variety. “You at a loss of words? Heh~…I guess you’re enjoying this hag more than you care to admit~” Suzuki would whisper into Sheila’s ear before giving it a slow lick. As she continued to work the woman over, the older fighter would start to nibble on her prey’s ear. Purring as she teased it with her teeth, the yakuza boss would pull on it too. Giving the woman’s ear quick tugs as she held it with her teeth.

However, Suzuki wasn’t so obsessed with playing with her food that she didn’t notice Sheila reaching for the kendo stick. Releasing the younger fighter’s ear, she would let out a chuckle of amusement. “You want your little stick back? Go on then…get it~” Suzuki would say, daring the Youngblood to go grab it. She liked watching tough bitches struggle after all. So, sliding her fingers out of the Aussie woman’s sex, the yakuza boss would reach forward and hook the side of Sheila’s mouth. “Taste familiar bitch?~” the older woman growled as she’d make her opponent taste her own sex juices that had been soaking her fingers. “Come on…get the fucking stick if you want to stop me…or do you want mommy to fuck you up the ass with it?~” Suzuki would laugh, really letting her sadistic side let loose as she tried to provoke the wild one. As she did, the woman would try to sit up on her opponent’s back. With her hand still in the younger woman’s mouth, Suzuki would try to grab the top of Sheila’s jaw and pull her head back like that. That way the yakuza boss could try to grab the Aussie’s pussy again with her other hand for an extremely lewd variation of a camel clutch!

[BlackAkuma]

Fuck, this felt good.

And fuck, did Sheila hate that it felt good.

With age came experience, and it was clear that Suzuki had built up more than her fair share, expertly working the Wild One below the waist and amping her up into a heavy heat. Sheila’s body began to betray her as nature took its course, speeding her along to an inevitable orgasm despite her best efforts to cool it down. It made here wonder where exactly this woman had picked up skills like this - did she have some kind of background in porn? Some kind of underground sexfight league? What?

Whatever the case, it was serving her well here, leaving Sheila as putty in her grip. Even when she pulled out her finger and plunged it into her mouth, giving her a taste of her own juices, she couldn't do anything more than growl and whine, squirming beneath her the Japanesewoman. ”You…dirty…fuck!” She spat back, though it was hard to get the words out with her being fishhooked. She had just managed to get her grip on the kendo stick when Suzuki suddenly jerked her back, forcing her into a camel clutch as her fumbling fingers let the weapon fall away.

Sheila let out a shriek - a fowl, inhuman cry - as her back was wrenched and her pussy was plundered, pushing her right back to where she was before. This time, there was no fighting it - the Wild shuddered, shook, then came against her foe’s fingers, bursting with little trouble as she melted. Even as the euphoria swept over her body, she kept raging. ”Fucking…fuck! Gonna end you, fuckin’ swear-”

[Caborn]

Suzuki would bite her lip as she fingered the wild one at both ends. One hand still hooking the top of Sheila's jaw while the other was pumping in and out of that slutty hole of hers. "Well I'd say we're both dirty fucks...just look how wet you are~" the yakuza boss would laugh as she felt how gushing the younger woman was. "Oh? Look at that...you've almost got it...get the stick girl!~" Suzuki would growl as she watched Sheila barely touching the kendo stick. Watching eagerly to see what the Aussie woman would do, the older fighter would keep thrusting her fingers inside of the wild bitch's cunt. The closer she got to grabbing her weapon the harder and faster Suzuki would pound into her. And just as the woman was about to grab it...one jerk on her jaw was all it took to make her prey fumble.

Chuckling at the young woman's failure, Suzuki would watch as the Sheila finally broke. A fierce cry of inhuman lust erupting out of her lungs as the Aussie slut began to cum like a god damn volcano. The young-blood's entire body shook and shuddered as she sprayed all over Suzuki's fingers. Biting her lip, the yakuza boss would savor the feeling of making her opponent explode in ecstasy as the woman came all over the floor. Even as Sheila's climax began to fade though her finger would continue to slide in and out of the wild one's sex. Trying to keep the bitch whimpering as she prolonged her pleasure. "And just like that...the hag makes another school girl her little slut~" Suzuki would purr as she finally pulled out of her prey's pussy and mouth. Letting Sheila flop onto the floor, the older woman would give the rebellious bitch a couple pats to the side of her face. Lightly slapping Sheila's own sex juices onto her cheek as she looked down at her handy work. "Swear all you want...I'm too much for you kiddo~" Suzuki would respond to her opponent's threats as she brought her hand up and started licking the cum off of it.

"MMmmm~ Not bad...I could get used to slutting you out~ Want a job as a maid?~" the older woman asked, clearly not learning her lesson with the rest of her staff as she looked to expand it. "It'd be cute...dressing you up in the morning...and hot when I'd fuck you to sleep at night~" the woman laughed before fidgeting with her prey's top. Suzuki wanted to strip Sheila's top off next. Sure she could try to knock the bitch out for good and win the match. But she wanted to play some more...and she'd start by stripping this wild slut naked.

[BlackAkuma]

You know what was driving Sheila crazy? The knife in the back that was working her nerves about this whole stupid situation?

Suzuki really was good. Damned good. One of the best fucks Sheila’d had since she touched down on Japanese soil, and the competition was fierce in that department. The woman had real experience in her touch, knew exactly where to put the pressure for the best result, and it drove Sheila insane. She couldn't recall the last time someone had skillfully worked her up in this short amount of time. Maybe never.

Which, of course, made her all the more pissed about it, especially as Suzuki rubbed the situation in her voice. Still heaving and breathing heavy, she winced as the woman slapped her face, giving her a smell of her own juices - not a scent she was unfamiliar with, but rarely had it this close. ”You…can go…to… hey, hey!”

Sheila squawked as she felt her top getting yanked off and went into a fit, desperate to hang onto one of her last shreds of dignity. There wasn’t a whole lot of good she could do from this position, not much besides thrashing, but she figured she might as well thrash in a productive way - she threw her back and up, trying to nail Suzuki in the face with the back of her skull.

[Caborn]

Needless to say, sleeping with multiple needy maids almost every night made Suzuki very good at sex. Maybe even more than she realized. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're embarrassed about having your tits out...I already made you cum kiddo, so I think that ship has sailed." the older woman chuckled as she tossed the woman's top aside. In a desperate attempt to free herself, Sheila would try to swing her head back and smack Suzuki's face. The wild one wouldn't be that lucky tonight, though. Narrowing dodging it by turning her head to the side, the yakuza boss would grin at her opponent's tenacity to keep fighting.

"Nice try, slut~" Suzuki would purr to the Aussie woman before reaching up and trying to wrap her arm around Sheila's neck. Instead of a choke hold, though, the older fighter would attempt to lock her prey under her armpit before rolling them over. Looking to trap Sheila in a dragon sleeper hold, Suzuki would wrench her opponent's head back as her free hand started playing with those naked tits. Slapping them around a little, the older woman would make them bounce while pinching her nipples at times. In order to keep her prey trapped, Suzuki would try to lock her legs around the young blood's waist as she continued choking her out.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, should’ve known that wouldn’t work. Much as it pissed Sheila off to admit it, Suzuki had her number, just like she’d had it from the opening bell. She couldn't write it off as dumb luck, either - the woman was just damn good, and she’d had an answer for everything that the Wild One had thrown her way. She was tough, intelligent, and strong enough to take anything she could throw at her and give it right back in spades. The worst kind of opponent Sheila could’ve been put against.

So, of course she dodged the headbutt. She’d seen it coming from miles away. Might as well have sent her a postcard about it.

This time, however, there wouldn’t be any second chances. Sheila had begun to push way up, antsy for another shot, but the woman wrapped an arm around her neck, pulled her back at an obscene ankle, and put her into a deep Dragon Sleeper, choking her and cranking her into an odd position at the same time. She rolled them over, her legs squeezed at her waist, and the Wild One found herself utterly trapped.

Like this, all she could do was flail around and sputtered, desperate to hit something, anything, but coming up with nothing. Suzuki even took advantage of the moment to play with her bouncing, sweaty tits, batting them about like they were her personal plaything, unbothered by the thrashing wrestler she had under control. Sheila struggled as best she could, and making her work for it, but the squirming grew weaker with each passing second. Her world grew darker and quieter, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and moans grew to stifled whimpers.

…out. She was out. The referee looked over the ropes to make sure, then waved for the bell, not even bothering to raise Sheila’s arm to make sure.

[Caborn]

Suzuki would grin sadistically as she felt the younger woman writhing in her grasp. The yakuza boss would keep groping Sheila’s breasts. Making sure the wild one was feeling both pain and pleasure as she choked the life out of her. Soon, Suzuki would feel her opponent’s struggling lessen as time went on. The Aussie woman was fading. Biting her lip in excitement as she realized this, Suzuki would slap the woman’s breasts harder. Not to punish her…but to keep the bitch awake just a little longer so she could enjoy this moment. Hearing the young blood whimper had Suzuki gushing between her legs. As much as she wanted to ride this slut’s face and get herself off, though, the yakuza boss had other plans…

“Night night, Kiddo~” the older woman would purr, letting that comment be the last thing Sheila heard before the Aussie finally passed out. With the ref waving their arms to call the match, Suzuki would keep the hold locked in just to show who the fucking boss was around here. Sheila was a good fuck, a good fight, and a good way to send a message to all the other fucks in the locker room. From here on out, she was going to be the boss. And god help anyone who tried to tell her otherwise. Finally releasing her prey, the older woman would let Sheila’s limp body flop like a wet noodle. Then, picking herself up, Suzuki would flip off all the fans as she pressed her barefoot on top of the wild one’s face. Sure it was hot but the crowds booed her all the same. Not that the bitch cared. She simply reached down and started lifting Sheila’s body over her shoulders so she could carry the woman out of the arena. The Aussie had run her mouth a bit too much after all. Now she had to pay for it as Suzuki planned to bring the bitch home and eat her like takeout. She’d even let her maids have some fun with the younger woman’s body. It didn’t matter what Sheila thought about all this, though. The slut was out cold and Suzuki was treating her like a trophy of war. Besides…she might like what came next…