Kaguya Shinjuin vs Shimmerlace - Hardcore Bitchmaker Match

[Bearhug Goddess]

Even though Kaguya had stopped biting her opponent, her dominance and lead in the match was clearly felt. The bites she had inflicted on her opponent for a good minute were effective enough to pierce her skin, making her opponent bleed. She barely noticed the taste of blood on her lips, it's not like she was the type to enjoy that sort of thing.

Regardless, Kaguya was standing and threatening her opponent with her crop which she whipped against the palm of her hand. Her tone and posture was authoritative and dominant but strangely, the pinkette didn't seem to be angry or even frustrated... It's as if... Kaguya's advance didn't do anything to her, like if she wasn't afraid of her and even worse, as if the provocation she had just received had no effect on her.

The silver haired ojou raised an eyebrow wondering what her opponent was doing and what was she thinking by acting like that, was it to annoy her again? Well it seemed to work because Kaguya started approaching her opponent while being furious.

“Are you kidding me?!”

While she was getting angry, she noticed that her opponent's mouth was moving as if she was going to prepare another spit. She didn't want to be spat on again, especially not by this denigrated woman. She then opened the palm of her hand and threw it at her opponent's jaw, trying to strike her with her palm on the jaw to prevent her from opening her mouth and spitting on her.

But we couldn't forget that she was furious. A simple palm strike wasn't going to be enough to calm her anger, she needed more. If her palm strike worked, she would add a knee strike to her opponent's stomach to force the air out of her lungs and completely neutralize her spit.

[Malkavia]

When Shimmerlace later reviewed the footage of this match, it would occur to her that if you spit once, you should anticipate enemy eyes are gonna rest on your lips, anticipating the second spray. In the moment, though, she was riding high on the pain — the sting on her tongue, the burn of her watering eyes, and the ache in her breast. It was a grinning, red-hot energy that came to an abrupt halt when Kaguya slapped her hand across the Feychild's mouth.

”Fk—” Surprise made her exhale, and the force of hand on face split her lips open. Pink leaked between the cracks in Kaguya's fingers, Shimmer's shot wasted across the dominatrix's hand. That was not to be the worst of it. With the fairy's flight arrested, the Ojou bent her knee and rammed into her gut.

”Nngf...” Fury must have made the silver-haired woman powerful. Her bare leg crushed Shimmer's gut, sinking deep into belly. Her abs folded and spasmed, her stomach curled inward and flooded her with nausea — all the usual hallmarks of a dominant, unblocked gut-kick working its way through her body. What made this worse, however, was that as Shimmer's feet left the ground and her body bent over her opponent's legs, she inhaled. Snrk—A puff of air just sufficient to aspirate her own Gloaming Sap.

Fuckin'...Rooster Shit on a log. There was that deflating, warm-between-the-legs sensation again: Snuffing your own petard with camera's on watch. The instantaneous burn up and down her esophagus made her chest heave as her airways seized and trembled. She began to cough. Of course Kaguya's hand was still in the way, so she was heaving against her opponent's hand, hacking wet and hot and loud, almost gagging, into her fingers.

True name, true name—Whatever it was, it had to encompass the kind of woman who could curl her fingers around your mouth and make you swallow your own shit and flutter, for a hot eye-fluttering back-trembling tic, in the humiliation of being fed.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya then hit her opponent's jaw when it was about to spit, blocking almost all of her opponent's attack because Shimmer still managed to spit out a little of her liquid. She quickly followed up with her knee strike which connected perfectly against her opponent's stomach and fortunately because her legs were the most powerful part of her body.

She finally realized the pink liquid she had in her hand, it was a strange liquid that didn't seem to sting her... Was it something that was going to make her blind by stinging her eyes? ? She didn't know, she still looked in the direction of her opponent who had ingested this pink liquid after the blows they had just received.

"Hmph! Pathetic!"

Kaguya didn't have an ounce of pity for this woman who dared to use this kind of shenanigans to win this match. Obviously weapons were allowed but only important women, like Kaguya, had the right to use them, not a common woman who dressed like a rag. It was the pinkette's turn to attack Kaguya and she only grabbed Kaguya's hand, the one that was full of pink liquid. The mistress growled slightly and used her crop to whip her opponent's hand, hard enough to be released, normally.

“Don’t touch me you bastard.”

If her hand were freed, she would take the opportunity to catch her opponent in a light facelock before throwing herself forward and jumping to fall on her buttocks, dragging her opponent with her in her fall so that she could take a full-on Cutter. whip.

[Malkavia]

Pink slime dribbled from Shimmerlace's chin, dabbling the concrete floor in a blood-splatter pattern an investigator might call passive drip. Breath hissed through her teeth, and one eye bulged wider than the other. She seethed. Sure, the gloop in her gut burned like pepper-jack lightning, and yeah, when the crowd provided its usual peanut gallery noise — Oooooh! — her ears burned. But the worst of it, the bit that made her grind her teeth and growl, was the sheer cockblockery of it all. Something in the air around Kaguya, a kind of smell that lingered in her hair, perhaps, gave Shimmerlace an itch, a craving to see her slathered pink.

Kaguya cracked her riding crop across the Feychild's face. A red welt popped up immediately, but before Shimmerlace could give so much as a Flybiter of a cuntweasel, Kaguya's arm was around her neck. The Feychild's neck was slick with sweat, and the facelock caught on her collar so that it slithered up her neck and put pressure on her wind pipe. She'd all but forgotten about the strip of leather around her throat, and the reminder made her toes curl — just before Kaguya jumped. And the dom went up. And then the full weight of her opponent's body slammed her face-first into the concrete.

Cringing and recoiling in the split-second before impact, Shimmerlace turned her face and hit her cheek instead of her nose. In a flash, the world went pale and unsteady. It was like pulling out a skull-bash on a boulder. A tin ring erupted in both ears, and her vision went misty. Her legs scissored, and she let loose with a stream of incomprehensible profanity as white-hot pain sliced down the center of her skull.

Speaking of Ooooh, it must have been as painful a WHUMP to watch as it was to eat, because the crowd was popping off. The collective groan hit first, a gut-punch that sucks the air out of the room. Then there was a rush of applause, and if Shimmerlace hadn't been trying to separate up from down in the spinning theatre of her mind, as she heaved around and rolled over, she would have heard a few catcalls and a tiny spatter of laughter. Or, perhaps not — perhaps the baying of the cunts wouldn't have registered. Not when there was the looming figure of Kaguya Shinjuin, her powerful legs and contemptuous glare, and the skin-splitting edge of her riding crop.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya did quite well in this match, apart from being spat on and falling out of the ring she didn't have enough of a big blow in this match. The dominant eye clearly matches, like an angry wrestler giving a correction to a newbie who thought she was too special. It was quite pleasant, she never had such a good start in this match, it was the fault of her opponent who was a nobody! Kaguya expected a stronger and popular woman and as thought, the pinkette was not one of them.

“Hmmmph.”

She could still reach out to the public to congratulate her for encouraging her, asking her for even more. It's not often that the public congratulates Kaguya, to be honest, the public only congratulates her when she uses facesit.

But the match wasn't over and a woman as intelligent and perfect as Kaguya already had an idea of her next attack. For this, she needed a better submissive, her giant maid Kuromaru.

“Kuro.”

"Yes, lady Kaguya!"

Kaguya remained motionless and as close as ever to her opponent, waiting for her maid to approach her so she could carry her and extend her arm to the side. Kaguya then stood on her giant maid, using her to gain height by placing her feet on the shoulder and outstretched arm of Kuromaru who had no trouble carrying a woman as light as Kaguya.

Kaguya took a moment before jumping to get a good aim. She then jumped towards her opponent who was still on the ground, taking herself forward and bending her elbow to execute an elbow drop which would land on her opponent's chest, more precisely at the place where Kaguya had bitten her!

[Malkavia]

It was time to move, except the strings between limbs and brain had gone slack. It wasn't like she was out or there was no response — it was more like trying to walk a straight line for a sobriety test. All the right angles got curvy, like her limbs had mouse-sized minds of their own. She could crunch herself to a sitting position, but...she wasn't exactly ready to kip to her feet. Any charge for sudden upright-position like that would see the Feychild stumbling around in the still-whilitilting world and likely face-planting again. So. Different approach was called for. Her hands flailed out, and she clawed at the ring apron, perhaps hoping a grip on that might steady her.

Was it over the L in the apron logo or the W? Fuck fuck fuck . It was L wasn't it?— But she got nothing but a fistful of apron.

Time was up, and she knew it because she felt Kaguya's shadow. The swimming images in Shimmer's vision tightened around the dark column of what turned out to be one dom stacked on top of what Shimmerlace was quickly realizing was a beast of a maid. In spite of the nausea from all the spinning bile in her mind and gut, something about giant maid, prim and proper brick-splitter of a servant clicked pleasantly in the Feychild's mind. An image lazily drifted into the back of her mind — an elephant and her rider.

More urgently, however, the sight of the Kaguya-maid tower also made her fists clench and heels dig into the concrete, as Shimmerlace made — much too late — to try and clamber out of the blast zone.

"Nnngffffuckin' fuck FUCK—"

Down came the dom. The oujou's elbow sank into Shimmer's breast. The two of them fell to the concrete together, and then a Kaguya-sized load of weight, dropped from something like second-rope level, crushed Shimmer's already bruised tit. Her lungs collapsed and her breath spewed between her teeth with a spray of spit.

Shimmerlace had known her fair share of violence, from blunt force trauma to razor-wire embedded in her back, and by now she had a fair mental scale for pain. This hit hard. Whatever profanity she had been spewing choked in her throat. Tears streamed and her teeth clenched hard enough to ache. It took a solid count — one, two — for her to remember to breathe, and it came in a quick violent gasp. Blood ran between the fingers of the hand clutching her breast.

"Nnng—" She clenched eyes shut and slammed the ground. Hard. Her fingers stung from the impact but she slammed again. God fuckin' almighty cuntfist of a fey king. It was a bone-rattler, skin-wrencher to remember. It glittered in her head, and the wave of sound from the stands carried her upwards. "A-absolute p...p-pisser of a...you—" A shaky grin split her face. Talking made her chest ache and scratched in a throat seared with pepper spray. Fuck if it didn't finally feel real.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Everything did not go perfectly for Kaguya who took a little too long before jumping on her opponent, the latter was able to have time to start to stand up before taking Kaguya's elbow drop head-on.

The little ojou still managed to execute her plan despite the inconveniences, hitting the pinkette's chest with her elbow and even taking the opportunity to push her when she found herself lying on the ground, taking advantage of her weight and her position to inflict as much damage as possible before her opponent manages to land a small distance while moving away slightly.

The silver-haired wrestler gets up easily, sighing softly after so much effort. She looked at her opponent at her feet, complaining about her pain which largely came from herself! Kaguya wasn't powerful enough to put a wrestler in that state, even if she really wanted to. She looked next to her, gesturing to her maid who had moved aside to leave Kaguya.

"Yes, lady Kaguya?"

“Sit on her, I don’t want her to run away.”

"At your service !"

Kuromaru immediately carried out her mistress's order, using her powerful and heavy body to immobilize the pinkette by sitting on the upper part of her back to be sure to keep her mistress's opponent on the ground. Meanwhile, Kaguya is closer to the main weapon of this match, the dog leash. She took her in hand, holding the leash in her left hand and her famous riding crop in her right hand.

She then approached her opponent on the ground, kneeling in front of her while smiling sadistically at her, showing her that she had the dog leash in her hand and was about to put it on her. But before that, she decided to have a little fun with this beggar who clearly had no chance of standing up with Kuromaru sitting on top of her.

"One last thing to say before we lose? Like an apology?~"

[Malkavia]

Sit on her.

That much got through loud and clear to Shimmerlace, who started scrambling ― but not quick enough. She twisted her body around to face Kuromaru, but then before you could say Sweet Fat Titania of the Girthy Luminescence, Kuro landed on her chest, full mount. Shimmerlace could almost hear her ribs creak. Breathing against the massive weight on her sternum became a sore kind of chore, and blood flooded her cheeks.

And then ― collapse. She didn't fight. She caught her breath and let the world settle. Her chest heaved up, then down.

The sweet smell of the much larger woman washed over her face while Kuro's hair dangled overhead. Red-head. One of Shimmer's errors, she realized, was paying insufficient attention to this maid. She was thick as a deep dish pizza, of course, with crowd-pleasing tits and hips whose fat wrinkled at the curve of her ass. Her hair was long, her eyes emerald. What struck Shimmerlace most, however, was Kuromaru's expression. Her quirked smile looked almost...Kitten-like. She was pleased, Shimmer supposed, to be doing the Mistress's good work. Cute. If also humiliating.

Almost as humiliating as the moment, several beats later, when Kaguya sauntered over, swinging the leash like a low-effort trophy. Mistress wanted an apology.

"Eh..." Shimmer's eyes drifted from the leash, to the maid, to Kaguya. She licked her lips, took a big breath. Her lips curled in a sheepish smile. Her voice was low, but the audience went hush to hear her. "I...um." Pause for effect. Her stomach curled and jumped as she considered her next words. "I...just wanna say thanks to my true fan. For all they've done."

CLUNK.

Awh Greg. Gregario McGreggy. The Gregster. As the lights went pitch black and Shimmerlace heaved her arm towards the ring apron, her heart went out to her man. The Audio-Visual Tech legend, the magician's assistant in the back, who didn't hesitate half a second when the signal was given. They'd come a long way from when she'd traded her parking spot for a swapped entrance theme. Hope this doesn't cost you nothing, mate.

When she heaved and reached under the apron with her arm, she found what she was looking for, taped to the other side of the fabric. It had been under the W, it turned out ― a rounded gray plastic package that an uneducated user might think looked like an electric razor. An expert on self-defense, however, would recognize the model C2 TASER, the most compact non-lethal option on the self-defense market. Or as Shimmerlace preferred to term it, the Maître’s Finger O' Thunder.

The plan from there was simple: fire two copper pins connected to hair-like wires into our sweet Kuromaru’s thigh. Pump her full of lightning until she's quivering and drooling. Heave. Roll. Get under the ring with the fat cunt in tow while Mommy dearest, hopefully, flailed and clawed at the dark.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya faced her opponent, in a dominant and confident posture, holding her whip with one of her hands and the dog leash on the other side. She seemed invincible with her maid crushing the pinkette's weak little body, her domination was total. She still looked her opponent in the eyes, smiling at her with a slightly amused look.

Her dominance was felt even by the spectators who asked Kaguya to do more and more and especially not to stop this fun match so quickly. Too bad for them, Kaguya was not the type of woman to give pleasure to her spectators, she was only there for her own pleasure. She then let Shimmerlace speak one last time before sighing in disappointment.

CLUNK

The lights went out as soon as the pinkette finished her sentence, she wasn't the only one who had planned shenanigans in this match and like Kaguya, she used one of her acquaintances to turn the situation around.

“Fuck!”

Kaguya growled in rage and despite her blindness, she decided to take a step forward before letting her knees fall to the ground, thinking she could crush her opponent's body that way. But the mistress had miscalculated the distance and stumbled after her step, falling to her knees, hitting her head on the corner of the ring and falling to the ground, sighing softly in pain.

“Yaargh..!”

The maid slightly released her mistress's opponent when she heard Kaguya complain and sigh in pain, wondering if she was being attacked. She had to act and quickly if that was the case but she couldn't let the pinkette escape as well, the dilemma was too much for her.

“Lady Kaguya, are you al-RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT ?!”

Kuromaru then gets tasered, without even realizing that Shimmerlace's arms had had time to wander around and grab her weapon. The maid's body fell to the side, heavier than before but at least she was no longer completely on top of the pinkette who only had to free the maid's powerful legs to be able to get up.

The situation had just been reversed in a few seconds, the mistress had to quickly find a solution to regain her advantage. Luckily for her she didn't drop her whip and leash, she couldn't lose this match as long as the leash was in her hands.

[Malkavia]

Sound engineers and special effects technicians operated a variety of positions around the ring, some backstage, some in the rigging over the ring, and a couple ringside -- but in the Front of House AV control room, which hung behind and over the audience on the stadium's western end, Gregario sat alone, watching the dark through a glass window. Then, he made a quick flick on a touchscreen and began to operate his digital audio-visual workstation.

Any teenage stage hand passed a hundred bucks could cut the lights. But Gregario...Gregario was an artist, and his task had been to design a Seelie Storm. Whatever the fuck you want, Gregster, bells and whistles and the kitchen sink chokin' on a dildo. Give 'em something they'll remember. So after the lights went down, the sound roared up: Hoofbeats clobbering a gravel path, a gale of wind, an unearthly screech like a banshee. Lights burst, strobes of blinding pink, then green, then shut off just as suddenly. Always just enough to make the world spin and tilt, never enough to fully illuminate. Sparks burst over the ring, and fans whirling to life blew a current of air over the audience.

KNOCK KNOCK.

That would be Stanley, the four-foot-seven asshole of a stage producer. Fuming, hopefully, perhaps losing a few months of his life to elevated blood pressure. A smile touched Gregario's lips, and he continued to weave into the ring the sounds of a Wild Hunt.

--

Shimmerlace rolled with Kuromaru through the ring apron and under the stage.

Thirty seconds. That was how long Kuromaru was going to quake and quiver, and how long the Teatime Maitre had before Our Lady's Maid once again became a problem. Luckily, the Feychild had been given time to rest, and there was one thing she had learned as a stage magician, it was how to handle ropes and knots and clothes lightning-quick.

The under-ring space was a treasure trove of planted tools and weapons, and the first thing she looked for was the first thing she found: a spool of wire. Then she rolled on top of Kuromaru. Her hands found the maid's wrists and made a quick loop, tightened the wire in a bind practiced a dozen hundred times for speed and security, while her face hung over Kuromaru's. She could barely make out the woman's silouhette in the dark, but she could feel her shaking and jerking below. "Mmmmno. I don't think Mistress is gonna be 'alriiiiiiight' at all, sugar tits." The ache from where Kaguya had jumped on the bitemarks in Shimmer's tits still throbbed, delicious and angry. She curled her fingers over the hem of the maid's uniform and pressed her forehead into the servant's. "Shame her dumb lil work-ox was too slow and blind to save her, ey?"

She found the seam in the uniform's shoulder, ripped the start of a tear, and then yanked. RRRRIP. The front of the uniform detached from the back, tearing a line down the middle of the once-pristine outfit--and revealing a titillating window to her skivvies and tum and navel underneath.

Fifteen seconds.

Shimmerlace grabbed the Staff of the Court, with its barbed wire tip and rabbit-head pommel, and tossed it out from under the ring. The clang barely registered over the sturm and drang Gregario had cooked up. Finally, the Feychild took the maid's wrists in her hands and dragged her out from under the ring.

--

The audio cut first -- a sudden WHUMP of silence as if someone had pulled the plug. Then, when the lights came up, Shimmerlace and Kuromaru were on a side of the ring opposite Kaguya. The Feychild was just finishing tying the maid's hands to the nearest ring post. By now the effects of the taser had well and worn off, but it was too late to mean much for dear Kuro. Shimmerlace bent at her hips and then stood up, brandishing her staff. It was a five-foot pole of hollow steel, topped at one end with a mesh of razorwire shaped along with decorative steel into a bundle of roses. The other end was a golden pommel in the shape of a rabbit's head.

"Hhhhowdy Captain!" Shimmerlace shot Kaguya a two-finger salute, then let her weapon rest on her shoulder. "Glad to see you again! Was just getting ready to do some..." Her eyes shifted to Kurormaru, scanning her from foot to tit. The Feychild's tongue pressed into her cheek before she continued. "Chiropractic work on this one's kneecaps. I take you're the one we can shoot the medical bills to, yeah?"