Taming the Devil - Ina "Rache" Rosenbaum vs The Ditzy Devil

[Monsy]

Hentai Collar Match
To win, the adversary must collar their opponent after gaining a fall via orgasm.

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Shame it took this long to garner her second match. All the waiting bored her. But! She decorated her dressing room! Posters of boy bands were taped on all corners, mixed with some motorcycles and astrology. And the upper-corners were decadent with party streamers, pink, blue, red; the colour didn’t matter! It didn’t help her furniture also ran this menagerie of colour too, although it’s a shame there was no pink this time. So, where was our Ditzy Devil? She was lounging on the loveseat, her feet wrangling over the arm as she wrestled with her last boot.

Meanwhile, the giggles kept spilling from her lips. “Tay! Can you believe what I am about to get into?” She said, wrapping arms around her body, twisting left and right.

“Ehhh... Yeah. You know this is bloody stupid, right? They’re going try and slap a collar on you.” Taylor said, seated within a fold-up steel chair, arms crossed, legs folded and judging through a scrutinizing lip purse.

“And?” To which Ophelia stood and whipped around. The tail of her scarlet housecoat swirled as one foot stomped forward. Then, she let it fall, unveiling a smooth hour-glass frame with dove-like skin. Packaged within the tight confines of a bikini, her skin lay exposed except for her ample breasts, waist, core, and legs dressed in tight red leather boots. She stood with pride, fists postured on her hips.

“.... You’re one helluva freak. You know that?” Taylor said, garnering a laugh from both.

“Pssh. Just watch me. I’ll show you a freak.”

A knock on the door, “Say no more, chief! I’m coming,” Ophelia said.

“Well,” She started, stretching her arms above her head, “Wish me luck. We'll get some ramen after we’re done.”

Then the steel door handle filled her palm, tightened and turned as the door thrashed upon, rebounding off the inner wall. And as Ophelia skipped down the hall, her hands unleashed into the air, shouting “WOO!”

Taylor only chuckled, her face full of bemusement, heart filled with worry. Not like it mattered. Ophelia was drowning in her own alacrity, skipping past gorilla as pink lights consumed the titantron. The old-school beats of her theme roused the audience into a cheer! Rhythmic skipping carried her onto the stage, and down the ramp, her head tilted side-to-side in harmony along with swaying hips as her pearly whites glimmered within the overhead lights. She perked up, raised her hands and rallied more excitement for the upcoming lewd debacle. Before she knew it, she danced up the ring steps, scaling the outside turnbuckle and leaping from it, somersaulting upon kissing the canvas with her boots. Followed by cartwheels, four in all directions, finishing with a backflip where she stomped the ring’s centre, hopping boot-to-boot and raising her finger, “Come on!” She said, curling her pointer towards the rampway.

Spoiler

[Violet]

Another match is afoot.

Thrown yet again to her lion's den was nothing but a helpless prey, and Ina would gladly gobble them up. Tear them to pieces. Ravage them. Throw to garbage their sense of pride or whatever it is they have to stomach their mounting losses where it should be. Clip their wings before they could even dare to think that they could reach for the skies. In a sense, she's helping them - by making them know that they are nothing but fodder before all is lost. Fodder to those real-worthy to be in the ring!

So, as her music thumped to action, a familiar figure appeared upon the stage! Her body was in full display. Little straps of delicate fabric hugged her breasts and hips as if it was a part of its existence from the very beginning. Porcelain skin adorned with polyester, the material complements the complexion—not that much was covered.

with signature red cape

The figure stands there without concern for the wondering gaze of the audience. It was as if a transparent wall stood erected between her and the endless faces. Booing crowds kept at bay. The vivid glow of light dancing shimmered ever so slightly, creating prisms of color in an endless shuffle of the red and silver confetti that rained upon the masses; blood-like. The rays of light trail over the delicate frame of the figure of none other than Ina "Rache" Rosenbaum.

Then, a red carpet rolled over the rampway. She strutted down velvet path with grace befitting of a monarch and with purpose like an army's commander. And as Ina graced upon the apron of the ring after scaling the steps, she turned around. With a look of indifference to the crowd as same as before, she flicked her cape off, engulfing the ring with crimson blood!

Just as her cloak fell down the ringside in a heap, everyone noticed the ref was already in position - sitting on the middle ropes and pushing the top ropes up to let her in. The entrance called for it and nothing less. No demand nor a stern gaze was needed. Soon, she weaved a leg inside. Then, the other, flicking away a collar that dangled on their belt. She walked towards her foe dead center in the ring with a confident sneer.

"Excited to get humiliated? Why don't you walk back to your corner? Or else I'd clip this on youuuu~" she said, trailing off with a sing-song tone as she swirled the collar around her finger.

[Monsy]

The Devil’s entrance penetrated the audience’s ranks and left them yearning for more. A show of curves, skin and prowess, the Ditzy Devil proved to possess two from the three. What would the second combatant bring? Oh, how that question dangled like carrots on a stick. Only when the onset of light fixtures danced upon the arena - the dripping disapproval in.

Meanwhile, Ophelia waited as those first ominous chords struck her nape like a scorpion’s sting. Reality sunk in. Right, this opponent meant business. She remembered now - though she couldn’t force herself to ponder. Not now - jitters are unbecoming of the Devil. But she began pacing. Her feet skipped corner to corner, flashing smiles and waves. Then she lounged against the ropes, both arms enveloping the time - rocking back and forth. Though, she couldn’t help but stop and stare once she got close. It felt like gazing upon the ocean - curves like sparkling water, flowing so fluently towards their face, a menacing picture. Is this what danger felt like?

She likes it!

So much so, her head tipped towards the referee who stood at attention.

“She looks cute, don’t you think?” She said to the frozen official, garnering a quick glance, then dismissed by Ina’s grandiose demands, joining her inside the ring. Knees bent inward, pressing together and dipping towards the canvas before springing up, where she marched forward with a strut, interrupted only when Ina took her place within the ring’s centre. She didn’t dare take another step. At least, not yet.

“Wow, you’re intense! So big and mighty, coming to bully Little Ol’ Ditzy. You hate to see it, but I’m sure everyone here wants to see you fail, so I won’t back down!”

Then sapped their proximities with another step. Merely a foot away, the air between them becoming warm. She'd say nothing. Not until her one knee lifted and slammed against the canvas, accompanied with her hand jutting towards her forehead, making a mock salute. A smug grin finished the look. Self-satisfied and unwavering as her wide eyes showed all the bravery she mustered.

“General Ditzy Devil! I’ll be your commanding officer this match!”

Even as she said these words, she couldn’t help but feel a lick of sweat gather inside her palm.

[Violet]

As scanty and indecent as her outfit might be, style wasn't missing at all in her grand entrance. The crowd can't help but sigh in awe. Each detail worked with meticulous respect to the goddess fighter it served. And she wouldn't stand for any less. Who said you couldn't have panache when beating some meager sex fighter?

And now, she stood across the ring with a so-called devil in her front. She merely listened, letting them finish. Then, she started taking off her black gloves. She didn't answer. Or just not yet. She knew that attention even in a moment of silence calls a different level of respect. And that, she wanted to see. Tossing the handcuffs from hand to hand as she pulled a finger of the leather gloves to take them off, then hurled it to the ref's face with disregard.

"Take care of that. Don't let it touch the ground. Each of that cost more than your life." She smirked, then averted her gaze to her foe for tonight.

"Well, you got at least one thing wrong. In all my time here in LAW, They..." she outstretched her arms to the side, heralding the crowd.

"know I don't fail!" The crowd roared. As despicable a heel she might be, they'd be lying if they tell that they didn't love how she demolishes her opposition in the ring. Every. Single. Time. Then, she walked. Walked towards them until their bust slightly mushroomed against each other. Their heights ensured that she was looking down on them.

"You see that... General?" It was as cold as any condescending look could be. But not without an ever-confident sneer. It was as if she's going to swallow her alive.

[Monsy]

Something about this really twisted her heart. Elegance that of nobility, a posture that of a soldier yet so comfortable within their own skin, the standing Ditzy Devil nearly felt an equal. She stood with feet shoulder-width, arms knitted behind her back. A sway rocked her hips, her head from left to right, a quiet giggle laced in every scant breath. Her head cocked one way when the referee took a face-full of cloth, a hand propped underneath her mouth that shaped like an O.

“Oh god…”

Then Ophelia regained her attention. The instinct to stand tall enacted with both legs slamming together, and rigid arms welded to her sides. Glances cast both ways, enamoured by the crowd’s pop that scratched the heavens with their noise. She itched her cheek and waved to one row, and felt a little overshadowed. Heesh, just who’s side are they on?

Giggles soon melted her worries, and the proximity brought a new bath of warmth over her face. A glint of pink steadily turned ride, swept across her cheeks as her eyes glanced down and drank an eye-full of their chests that kissed together. There was a pause as that stare prolonged, finished by a step forward that only brought their stomach’s mere hair from uniting. Her gaze perked upward, lips curled into a corner smirk, a fire match fire.

“Mmmhmm! You’re really impressive! Maybe a little /too/ impressive for little ol’ Ditzy. But hey, I know, why not a little sportsmanship? I have just the thing.”

Suddenly, both arms outstretched and Ditzy took the last step. She’d try to envelop Ina’s with loving arms and issue a squeeze as her head nursed against their collar. Should success have mercy on her actions, Ophelia’s eyes would flutter shut, and her smirk blossomed into a grin. It was this time that the Devil struck; her knees crouched, then narrowed, thighs flexed, hands locked and a great heave. Her hips would then twist, then fall on top, where Ina could find herself slammed with a belly-to-belly suplex.

[Violet]

Ina would have wagered it to be scarier being face to face with the devil. Chilling, eerie, intimidating. Guess that's why Ditzy was there too. She looked down on them as if she already knew she won. Unfazed by their eyes fixated on her bust and not her, their vulgar blush and giggle and the step they soon took that meshed their racks even further. She can feel their nipples bulge and grace her supple flesh. So do hers to them. The straps of cloth between were as thin as the wire they were balancing themselves onto with the tension running fever high. Not an inch yielded, and not a smirk nor grin dropped.

Ina could only scoff at the spunk of the girl that she'd have fun swiping away. The ignorance of not knowing her beforehand and the confidence that comes with it. Bemused by their quip afterward, their arms coiling around her was something she'd have never seen from a mile away. Her eyes widened. Her arms raised, she veered backward, pulling herself away.

"What are you- The match hasn't began- Get off-" Her feet then left the canvas, and her lithe body was then slammed right onto it!

Pain exploded on her back as she got squashed with a resounding thud! Her eyes wound shut, and a whimper slipped from her ajar mouth. Her limbs shot skyward from the recoil then flopped. The ref, caught off guard by the sudden offensive just as she was, immediately called for the bell!

The crowd gasped in shock! Not just by the daring act in on itself. But also by knowing the dire repercussions that would soon come! Ina won't come undone with a simple move like that. They knew that. And she did so with vigor. Akin to a Kraken coiling its tentacles to a ship to drag it to the crushing depths, she wrapped her legs around Ophelia's waist. Her arm slowly snaked around their nape and neck in a guillotine choke. Then, squeezed! Her thighs clenched and stretched that her hips would touch their belly. Her choke tightened that their cheeks would press against the side of her voluptuous breasts.

"You think you're gonna get away with that?" Rache always! Always will bite back.

[Monsy]

Quite a towering figure, all imposing, stylish, arrogant, it’s much more surreal meeting these people in person! Such a shame that their little stand-off couldn’t last forever. Not so much the eye-to-eye, but breast-to-breast and Ditzy’s eyes as a third wheel. All the dopamine she needed to conquer her fears was right here, crowned by the hug that enveloped Ina’s waist. Her hands locked at the back, and she replied with a cat-like smile before hoisting them up and down!

One might feel safe by her short size - but they were wrong to count out the surprise. She took it in like candy and unhooked her hands to apply two gentle palms against their stomach and caress like she would a flower petal. Their legs met and brushed, Ophelia’s knee posture against the canvas then pushed against her stomach before an arm enveloped her head. Legs encircled the Devil’s tiny waist, pressed snug by the Rache’s armpit with a cheek full of breast. A warmth savoured, and she leaned into. She gagged nonetheless, both cheeks flushing a rose tint, her throat felt aflame, and her heart pounded her inner ribs.

Wooziness danced like pixies over her vision. She trembled from her arms and legs. One hand reached to cup Ina’s cheek and squeeze, and the second went further north to grip a fistful of hair. In one gallant last effort, she wrenched the blonde tress like a crank. Once, twice if needed and a third. If all else failed, the Rache would have captured a Devil upon her person, one who blabbered whines and faded consciousness.

[Violet]

How dare they cheat against her? Trick her and steal the first blood without concern and have the gall to follow with a knead upon her bare abs that made her body shiver? All before the bell has rung. Surely, it wouldn’t go unanswered. And Ina did so with two pairs of limbs latching their jaws against her prey!

Her thighs squeezed their waist as if seeking to snap them in half! Her legs tensed and stretched until her ankles touched and ground, and her crotch and inner thighs kissed their struggling gut. And her arm coiled around their neck like an ever-tightening noose!

“I see you’re enjoying your imperiled state a little bit too much… General.” Ina's lips curled into a grin as she felt them huff and hasten their breath that grazed her breast. So do the unrestrained vulgar heat upon their cheeks for being so close to it. She can feel them falter so early, so easily.

But preys are bound to claw for their breath in this position at some point. And Ina got that full well with a squeeze upon her pale cheek. Her eyes crunched, and a groan billowed from her throat as the flesh yielded. And as soon as their arms snagged locks of her hair, she didn’t bother from keeping the hold.

Her hands shot towards their shoulder and pushed them off her and sideward. Ina would roll with it to sit upon the throne of their flat belly. If successful, Ina would strike like a jungle cat with her hand pinning their neck with a choke!

“Surely, you didn’t think I’m going to try to knock you out then and there, did you? I prefer playing with my Beute before destroying them after all!”

Her free hand would press onto their breast and squeeze! But it wouldn’t be slow and sensual, it’s a painful, forceful grope nothing short of molestation.

[Monsy]

The pain travelled like alcohol. Pungent and ecstatic, raced from her jugular and into her fingertips that mounted each minute shiver. Squirms came like vibrations, with the warm grace of her fingers pawing every inch of skin like a painter dressing their canvas. Seconds felt like hours as they locked and struggled, and a sense of warmth soothed her eyes into a mindless flutter, iris rolled as she slipped a groan, then thrown from her hurdle and onto the canvas, flat.

Arms splayed like an eagle’s wingspan; her cheek pressed and hushed to sweet angel breaths that padded the canvas. And flickers seeped into her eyelids that lubricated her burning eyes, a sense of drool against her lips and heat that bubbled inside her throat as each inhale felt like stepping on molten rocks.

“G-Gek!!”

Claimed by a German hand, her hands sprung to life and gripped the wrist. If not to spare her life. If not to perform human instinct. But to enjoy. Her grin was seeping into the display, kept brash through the heated cheek that blushed in full rose, ear-to-ear and her neck, where the rache’s print imprinted itself for now and some time to come. She brought her knees to kiss their back. Warm and snug, her upper-thigh twitched as the pain cusped into her chest, forced an arch and earned a squeal as the breath broke her confines and loosened for all to hear.

Her tongue stuck onto her bottom lip as her reserves for consciousness ran dry. Like the dog who lapped for air, a flickering gaze settled upon Ina, watery and reddened. Both feet kicked and slammed the canvas to cope, then scooped up with her hips, an attempt to hook the Rach’s arms from underneath! If the Ditzy Devil can mount this advantage, only one big gamble remained. To pull her down! To send her back first into the canvas with the General freed for better or worse.

[Violet]

Only seconds into the match and Ina could feel it being hers! How this wannabe wrestler ultimately falls would be at her choosing. Ophelia would have been knocked out in one move if it wasn't for her showing some semblance of mercy... if one could call it that.

And so, after a minor hiccup spurred by cheating, beating Ina in her own game, the German reasserted her dominance over the pinkette. Gaining the top, mounting their bare midsection, and pinning them by the throat couldn't show it any better. She held her like an eagle after it swooped down her prey that's ready to be devoured.

"Better get used to having something around your neck. Trust me, the collar you'd get after losing to me would feel more scalding and suffocating than this." It's true. She had seen it too many times in the eyes of her former foes as they hear the click of her collars wrapping around their necks. Scorching them with a mark that says they're hers after failing to sustain her evil. A mark they'd wish to remove but can't.

"Though tightens a little bit less." Ina contemplated as her fingers latched further into their throat, furthering the choke!

Meanwhile, her free hand sought to methodically dismantle her foe. Groping and massaging their supple breast as she could feel their hardened nipple at the center of her palm. Her dainty fingers manipulated and molded the opulent flesh on their whims, letting it spill between the crevices as it yielded. It cruelly mixed pain with pleasure until one is impossible to discern from the other. Until being dominated feels deceptively good.

But just as she could see those on their face like an abstract. Just as their blush was in full bloom and their tongue stuck out of their mouth. Just as those two things made her lips curl into a devilish smirk and made her lean closer and further the intensity of the two-pronged attack... it turned out she was just sinking herself further into a trap!

"Huh?" Ina's eyes widened as their legs latched onto her arm from below, their Achilles pressed right on her shoulder.

Before Ina could recognize the gravity of the maneuever, it was too late as her holds came undone and she was sent plummeting to the mat! Preoccupied and distracted, Ina had no means to cushion the blow! A meaty thud rang through as her upper back and the back of their head took the brunt of the fall! With her shoulders good as pinned her head flopped, manifesting to the Ditzy Devil their success through her pained grim expression before falling back to the mat! Her eyes scrunched tight, her mouth ajar as a whimper escaped her lungs.