Kaguya Shinjuin vs Shimmerlace - Hardcore Bitchmaker Match

[Bearhug Goddess]

Everything seemed lost, nothing seemed to go Kaguya's way and even less luck. She even wondered if she had done something wrong, she who felt so perfect and unique. She even remembered the beginning of this match where she spoke to Shimmerlace, approaching her like an insignificant being and not up to her... If that was really the case why was she the only one lying down and on the edge from the abyss?

Kaguya breathed heavily, making her chest expand with each intake of air until the feychild crushed her with her knees. Even though the mistress's entire body was screaming in pain and fatigue, Shim was visiting a part of Kaguya's already injured body. She hadn't taken a huge hit to her face but her chest, stomach and sides were full of cuts of all kinds, not to mention her throat which was dry from this mysterious pink powder.

“Aaaaagh...!”

She had had a hard time, the pinkette was full of cunning and deviousness and Kaguya was not used to this kind of choice, perhaps that was what gave her the advantage in this match. But Shimmerlace had made a mistake, that of finally showing the leash. This leash, this same leash that Kaguya had been looking for for minutes, it was finally there, in front of her, presented as if nothing had happened. Kaguya's eyes widened and a rush of adrenaline coursed through her body, seeing that leash was reason enough to continue this match and fight!

"Noooo !!..."

She raised her hands to grab her opponent's wrists, trying to push them away to avoid having that leash tied around her collar. With any luck, her hips would be strong enough to push Shimmerlace aside and roll with her to end up on top to reverse roles and attempt to hook the leash on the pinkette's collar.

"Fuck...Give up!..."

[Malkavia]

Shimmerlace's hand trembled as she tried to get the hook onto the ring. And why shouldn't it? She was naked from the waist up, now, on the left side of her torso, tit out and blood-splattered. Her right shoulder-piece was the only bit of intact stitchwork, and it barely held her costume to her body. Her face was ghoulishly swollen, and her teeth felt uneven in her jaw. Of course the old fine motor skills had taken a hit. The hook veered an inch to the left, seeming almost consciously to dodge the collar's ring. Shimmerlace's face turned a shade like raspberry. "Fuckin' bee's piss—"

The Feychild was three hundred feet down her tunnel vision when Kaguya yanked at her wrists, and the knee on the Wolf's navel didn't provide much in the way of stability. Her hair — frazzled, damp with sweat and blood, yet haywire as if charged with electricity — flew to the right while her body was yanked left. Kaguya rolled her, pinned her down, yanked the leash free, and slipped the metal hook onto Shimmerlace's collar.

Click.

The Feychild froze.

It wasn't the end — Kaguya hadn't coaxed a submission from Shimmer's throat. Yet. But it hit like a pinfall. Her ears started ringing as if she had been hit across the face with a shovel. Her face felt frosty, and a tug at the leash tugged at her throat, which tugged at something in her cunt. Her legs buckled together. Heat stewed inside her, up her navel, to her gut, and when Shimmerlace looked up and saw Kaguya's eyes staring down at her leashed and collared fairy, a spike of sexual pleasure speared her from belly button to tailbone. She shuddered, mouth gaping.

The reversal thrilled the crowd. Their collective roar filled the stadium to its roof. Shimmerlace flinched and glared sideways through the ropes. Cunts.

Her heart was pounding. She needed to calm the fuck down. Why the fuck should she be angry? It's just the Beast in need of satiation, just a lot of nobodies enjoying the show, just—

Shimmerlace's fists clenched. Her eyes flashed. Her mouth was very dry, and her eyes were still on the seats instead of the world in front of her. "CUNTS!"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya had given a lot in this match, her time, her energy, her sweat and even her skin! In her eyes, she was the only one in this ring who deserved victory and that's why she continued to fight despite all her battles lost to Shimmerlace. And surprisingly, the silver-haired ojou was right to beat because luck smiled on him again! Now that she was on top of Shimmerlace and had just attached the leash to her collar, there was only one left to finish this match and finally be the big winner.

She had never been this close to victory, she was only one step away from the finish and even though Shimmerlace looked reluctant at the idea of being abandoned, Kaguya was surprisingly good at subduing her opponents, she therefore had nothing to fear and was sure of her victory.

"Shuuut... Uuuup!!"

The pinkette's insults and her debates seriously began to get on Kaguya's nerves who tried to silence her in a rather brutal way. A headbutt, the mistress gave a simple headbutt to her opponent's nose so that the pain knocked her out enough for her to stand up without Shimmerlace being able to react or struggle effectively.

"Come on... Let's end this fucking match...."

If Shimmerlace was indeed stunned, Kaguya wrapped the leash around her hand and pulled her opponent by force so that she could lie on her stomach, reminding her in the process who was the mistress of this match and that she was her little one. pet. Following this, the ojou would stand at the level of her opponent's pelvis and execute one of her finishers, the Sharpshooter. Keeping the leash wrapped around her hand as she pulled Shimmerlace's thighs toward her and raised her pelvis.

"Giiive..! Uuuuuuuuupppp !!!"

[Malkavia]

By the time Shimmerlace got herself back into the driver's seat, Kaguya already had a grip on her ankles. She rolled the Feychild onto her belly, crossed her legs, and sat on Shimmer's pelvis. Kaguya bent Shimmerlace's knee over her leg until, like an over-compressed spring, it felt ready to pop.

Spoiler

Shimmer's face turned ashen. She kicked and bucked and squirmed, but all that accomplished was to intensify the pain in her knee. It felt like a railroad spike hammered through the joint. Her palms dug into the mat, and a cold sheen of sweat covered her face. As she clawed the mat and tried to crawl, her eyes fixated on the ropes—and beyond them.

The Beast sensed the end was almost here. It could smell fresh, tender meat. A buzz rose from the crowd.

———

Somewhere in the crowd, Theo sighed. He collapsed into his seat, pressed his palms to his face, and groaned. His brown hair was so long it fell to his waist when he was standing. He brushed it aside and watched the ring. He frowned, and his face seemed to droop from his head.

He wanted to root for Shimmerlace. It was an old wish—one he had held through gibbet, through the teeth bashed from her skull, through all the cheating and grousing and...Theo grimaced. It should have been easy when her opponent was a cruel mistress like Kaguya.

"CUNTS!" Theo's eye twitched. Ah yes. Her catchphrase. Cunts and cuntesses. One of the last of the original Coterists rolled his head left, then right, popping his neck.

At least she was appealing to look at. As Kaguya bent her legs, a seam ripped open in her netted leggings. Her pale skin was a shock against the black fabric. Her tits smushed against the canvas, and she squirmed, and spat, and shivered with pain. Even Theo couldn't help but bite his lips and cross his legs. Meanwhile Kaguya held her leash. She sat on her and bent her and soon, probably, would break her. She might not have been nice, but just then, Kaguya looked so strong and so sexy that it made Theo crack a smile in spite of himself.

He cupped his hands over his lips.

"TAP! TAP! TAP!"

The chant caught. It rose, quick like a fire spreading through an antique store. One moment it was Theo's high-pitched voice, then it was his neighbors, then it grew to fill the entire crowd. It roared, a blustery inferno. Some stomped, some clapped, some whistled and catcalled, but the beating heart was the chant.

"...TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!!"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise was the type of woman who didn't play by the rules and even if there weren't any, hitting Ann when she least expected it wasn't very fair play on her part, especially when their fight looked like if Kaguya had to choose just one submission hold out of all the ones she knew she would choose the Sharpshooter. Not only because it was one of her submission holds which she mastered perfectly, notably thanks to her sparring with her maid Kuromaru which allowed her to improve, but also because it was a favorite hold due to the position and the pain it inflicts on her opponent. From certain angles you could only see the mistress because her opponent was hidden behind and under her in this hold, it was perfect for such an egocentric and self-centered woman like her.

Now that she no longer saw the face of her ugly opponent, Kaguya looked around and noticed something she had never seen before in this match. The crowd was larger and the lights were more present than in these last matches... Was this a PPV match? It was quite pleasant and worthy of her, she should do more matches like this and she was likely to do another after winning this match.

The audience even looked different, usually Kaguya didn't pay attention to them because they were all there to see her lose and be humiliated but strangely, she seemed to feel supported this time. Hearing the audience warmed her heart and gave her even more motivation to finish this match, she hadn't felt that in a long time because the last person to have supported her was Kuromaru.

"I can't hear you CUNT. Give up!"

Kaguya's overconfidence allowed her to use her opponent's catchwords against her as she continued to pull harder on her legs to make the hold even more painful and give her opponent no hope that She sinks into pain and accepts defeat. However, anyone who knew the goddess at all knew that this moment would come one day or another, Louise was known to attack her opponents before the match started or during their entrance, even if she took a few warnings and disqualification because of it.

[Malkavia]

One of the hardest parts of surviving a submission hold was simply breathing. With her chest compressed against the mat, each inhale hurt. Meanwhile, the chant continued. The Feychild's eyes bugged out of her head. The mat was damp where her mouth was pressed to the canvas, wet from the drool and the condensation around her heavy, hot breaths.

"TAP! TAP! TAP!"

Cunts...

The word felt small in her head. Small and shrinking. She remembered when the phrase had first come to her, locked in an iron gibbet, her supposed fans gathered around to tip her over like an oversized trashcan. Her throat felt suddenly tight. Why though?

Kaguya turned on the pressure, and the pain in Shimmerlace's knee became something alive. It squirmed and writhed and wriggled deeper inside the joint, like a worm drilling into the bone. Shimmerlace screamed until her voice cracked.

When the wave abated, both her palms were pressed into the mat. She was panting like a dog. And they only chanted louder.

Fuck 'em. The only tricks she had left she didn't want to use—and would be hard to use in this situation regardless. So she pushed with her arms into her palms. Bit by bit, she heaved her chest off the mat. When the ache in her knee flared, when her back popped, when her chest tightened from the strain of this pushup, she pictured the crowd and set her teeth. She squeezed her eyes shut. Once there was space, she ducked her head down, crown to the mat, and tried to roll herself under Kaguya, almost like a somersault that would pull her between Kaguya's legs and—so she hoped—slip the hold.

Throughout the movement, she wore a steely, faraway look, numb behind the eyes.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Despite the pain and fatigue, Kaguya was smiling and grateful to other people. The cocky silver-haired ojou was finally cheered by the majority of the crowd, even if part of her knew the crowd would have done the same thing if her position with Shimmerlace was reversed. But as long as she was the winner that suited her, especially when the pinkette had to suffer physically because of her hold and mentally because of the public, in her place, Kaguya would have given up a long time ago.

But Shimmerlace wasn't Kaguya and she didn't give in, finally starting to struggle by pushing the ground with her arms before sliding between Kaguya's legs. The Japanese could feel movements coming from behind but her pride prevented her from looking behind her, she was so close to victory and the end of this match that she no longer considered Shimmerlace as an opponent but already as a loser.

“Stop moving and accept your defeat !”

While Kaguya plunged back into her illusion, Shimmerlace brought the mistress back to reality by passing between her legs which made the ojou lose her balance and made her understand that Shimmerlace was far from giving up. The pinkette had a lot of hope and that didn't please the Japanese who decided to once again attack her opponent who must still have her legs numb after her long seconds in her Sharpshooter.

Kaguya had to be quick enough to get up before Shimmerlace, approach her, grab her waist by wrapping both arms around before leaning back to execute a powerful but tiring suplex on her opponent to pin her against the ground and show her opponent that she had enough energy and strength to continue to dominate. It was a very tiring and tiring suplex for Kaguya because the Japanese already had barely enough strength to be able to lift a woman like Shimmerlace but also painful because each of her muscles and injuries reminded her that the match was long and that he had to end as quickly as possible.

[Malkavia]

She found herself on her back. She didn't know about her legs. She felt prickling below her waist, the vague sense of worn-out pain in a phantom lower half to her body. By and large though, her legs were but rubber. Her bare tit sagged to the left, collapsing like an underbaked cake, rising and falling with her huge breaths.

Up.

She couldn't find her feet, but that didn't stop her trying. She scrounged, tossing and turning, eventually rolling herself into push-up position. Her vision blared, bleached bright then fading dark, blurring as the blood rushed from her head. The prickly sensation in her legs became more distinct, and she managed to get herself to a kneeling three-point position. Her leg muscles were squeezed-out rags, as weak as they were painful. But she got up.

For no reason Shimmerlace could quite place in hand, she wanted to laugh when Kaguya's arms locked around her waist. In the split second where she stood wavering like a scarecrow in heavy wind, as her eye turned to the corner of her face and caught the furious ojou's hungry look, her face sagged.

"Fuuuuck sake—"

There was a rush of wind as the lights streaked a vertical line through Shimmerlace's vision. She felt her feet leave the ground for another weightless crumb of a moment. The scarlet leash formed an arc in the air, a mirror to the pink wave her hair made when it blew through the air. Then her mind encountered a mountain, and both crumbled into fuzzy black.

[Bearhug Goddess]

PThe more time passed, the more Kaguya lost her strength and was in pain. Even though her opponent hadn't dealt her any blows for a while, all the blows, holds and pain accumulated since the start of the match were starting to make all the Japanese nerve endings scream and it was even starting to take a little too much space in her thoughts. But Kaguya was so close to her goal, she was so close to winning and all she had to think about was that she had to surpass herself physically to be able to impose her dominance once again in this match using a simple suplex.

It was a little sloppy but enough to achieve its goal, putting Shimmerlace incapacitated for a few seconds while the mistress struggled to stay on her knees. Fatigue was starting to overtake her, her eyes were starting to close but she didn't give up, she was tired of giving up and showing herself weak every time luck stopped smiling at her so she wasn't going to do the same when luck was finally on her side.

“Haaa… haaa….”

She panted harshly, every intake of air burning her throat because of the mysterious powder that her opponent had brought into this match. Even though breathing felt a little good, despite all the pain and effort with each inhale and exhale, she couldn't afford a break because her opponent was going to benefit as well. No, she had to end this match and now.

"Haaaaaa... If you don't want to give up..."

The silver-haired ojou grabbed the pinkette's shoulders, turning her so she was lying on her stomach before lying against her back and wrapping her arms around Shimmerlace's neck to begin strangling her. She wholeheartedly hoped that this move was the last and although her strength was barely enough to strangle her opponent, her position was very advantageous for this sort of thing. You just had to hope that Shimmerlace gave up or eventually passed out to finally end this match.

“I just have to knock you out...!”

[Malkavia]

When Kaguya lifted Shimmerlace's face from the mat, she was drooling. Her eyes hung droopy in the bottom halves of her eyes, and a strand of saliva ran from fat rubber lips down to the canvas. As the choke set in, Shimmerlace felt her consciousness squeezed like dough flattened into pasta. Her vision narrowed, stars popped, and her head ballooned with the pressure of quickly depleting blood oxygen. She gagged and batted at Kaguya's arm, which, of course, held tight.

A deep rumble gurgled from inside Shimmerlace. It started in her gut, but in her throat it got squeezed and mangled and came out as something gravelly and animal—something between a squeal and a growl. She kicked and bucked—utterly useless, as far as escaping the choke went. Kaguya had from the start been the superior technical wrestler, and this mounted rear naked choke was to the tactical mind a no-win scenario. But as the fairy bucked, she also dug her claws into her black outfit's one remaining intact poof shoulder. As she yanked, the thin fabric tore from its seams.

There was a plastic packet that had been heat-pressed into that shoulder piece, quite resilient under normal circumstances, but given to rip if sheared from its seam. As it tore, it spilled pure molecular magic into the fabric: Three chlorine atoms bonded to a carbon, with a cheeky hydrogen hanging like a cork at the top of the tetrahedral pyramid. CHCl₃ — the Night Warden's Elixir of Dreams.

She heaved and stuffed the rag at Kaguya's face. Her angle was terrible, and her strength was fading, but all she needed was for Kaguya to take one big huff and weaken her hold.