The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 6: Hajna Horvath

[BlackAkuma]

Mmm, Hajna was strong, too. Dizzy was liking this more and more.

Granted, you would be forgiven for not being able to tell that at the present moment, as the Huntress dragged her towards the ring like so much prey, fighting off her attempts to struggle. While the woman was no giant, she was certainly much bigger than Dizzy, and she had no qualms about womanhandling her through this quaint little arena. Maybe she could’ve fought free if she tried, but that would’ve been a waste of energy at this point - might as well let her take them to the ring, so they could get this started off properly.

Hajna seemed eager for that as well - if she was mad about all the hassle, she was doing a wonderful job of not showing it. The woman probably couldn't done a lot worse than simply dragging her along like a sack of meat, and Dizzy was grateful for the reprieve - by the time they made it to the ring, she was about as healed up as she was going to get.

She didn’t struggle as Hajna hauled her up, only taking a moment to dust herself off, before the woman went back into action. Dizzy only smirked as her opponent gave her a little dressing down, talking to her like she was a kid - which, she supposed, she was, in a way. But if she was trying to shame her, then she was barking up the wrong tree. When it came to having fun like this, everything was fair game.

Dizzy opened her mouth to reply, only Hajna to shut it when she lashed out and shot her foot deep into her stomach, bowling her over with a stiff knee in the gut, leaving the tiny Italian gasping. She found herself between her opponent’s legs a moment later, far from the worst place to be, but she only had a couple of seconds before she hauled up, hurled forward and sent rolling into the ring, tumbling through the ropes and flopping away.

Far from the best start to this match, but she still had a bit of energy in the tank. She pushed her way back up, shaking off the cobwebs, as she waited for Hajna to enter in, too - the moment she was close enough, she’d spring up, shoot her legs out, and try to hit her opponent in those lovely tits with a dropkick.

[Jaystar]

Hajna couldn't tell whether Dizzy had gone through all this already before, or whether she was simply succumbing to her fate and seeing what the Hungarian was about to do to her. Sure, the young Italian certainly wasn't the biggest nor the strongest wrestler, and thus, she could have potentially been so unable to provide any resistance to the redhead's actions that she didn't even care to try... But then again, she had just been rather energetically running away from her, and the hit to the statue hadn't been that hard. Technically, there should have been still a lot of life and fight left in young Dizzy...

But Hajna wasn't seeing it. There weren't even any verbal protests to the Hungarian's lecturing words... Not that Hajna would have given her much of a chance to protest before the subsequent knee strike, but there weren't really any physical attempts either. Simply seeming compliance with what Hajna had decided to do with her lightweight opponent now, and practically a willingness to get along for the ride... Even if it concluded with her getting introduced to the ring in a particularly painful way.

It was simply satisfying to see the previously speedy Dizzy now flopping on the canvas. Vulnerable, trapped, and ready to get toyed with to the Hungarian's heart's content inside the ring. The sight was really something to devour. And thus, there was no hurry for the redhead to get inside the ring herself, taking ample time to observe her little prey before entering the stage of battle calmly and confidently between the ropes.

Of course, then the only possible direction for the Huntress of Puszta was her delicious little prey. One step, two steps, three steps... But surprisingly, that was as far as Hajna got. It seemed like her prey had reignited her battle spirit once more, and managed to surprise the redhead rather painfully with a dropkick aimed at her breasts! To be fair, the abrupt grunt of pain escaping from her lips, and the way she fell backwards towards the ropes so that her arms got draped across the top one weren't elements that Hajna would have been happy to get introduced into the battle at this stage, but then again, she had to give some credit for the young Italian's fighting spirit.

Obviously, that was not something she was about to reveal her prey though. "Really?" the redhead finally uttered in a rather condescending tone, while still being only halfway up supported by the ropes. But if this was the game Dizzy wanted to play, Hajna was happy to engage. "You wanna try that one more time, dear?" While Hajna's words were mocking, they were genuinely attempting to be goading too. If Dizzy was keen on attacking her, she could... But this time, the huntress would be prepared.

[BlackAkuma]

Was it a little embarrassing to admit that a dropkick was pretty the best weapon in Dizzy’s entire non-hentai arsenal?

Probably, yeah. She wasn’t much of a kicker or a puncher or a striker in general, but her mother had drilled her well on the dropkick, to the point where she could execute it on command without much of a hitch. When she’d started, she hated the move - landing on her butt sucked, she’d never had enough padding back there for that sort of repeated landing. But she was good at the timing, could jump pretty high, and it was a good way for her to do damage despite her small size.

She had even managed to knock over her titan of a mother a couple of times with it…though, now that she thought about it, she might’ve oversold the move to make Dizzy feel better.

She landed the move clean, knocked Hajna back, fell to the canvas and rolled to her feet to find her foe…unbothered, to say the least. The move had landed, but if it was hurting the Hungarian, she was doing an excellent job of not showing. The woman looked like she had just been hit by a particularly vexing spring breeze, and she was already asking - nay, demanding - more.

Dizzy chewed her lip, considering that situation and trying not to look as nervous as she felt. She knew the perils of her situation, of trying a move that would be obviously telegraphed, but, well, some things couldn't be avoided in wrestling. A gauntlet had been thrown down. She had to answer it. ”All right, have it your way.”

With a huff, Dizzy pushed up to her feet, rushed in, leaped up, and shot her feet again, once again aiming her best dropkick at Hajna’s bulging chest. She even let out a little war cry as she charged.

[Jaystar]

No, Hajna did not enjoy taking dropkicks to her ample chest. Even if they must had generally been a very attractive target for all kinds of attacks, this was surely one of her least favorite ones of them. Admittedly, the Hungarian loved using her curves as a valuable asset or a weapon, so she wasn't going to be surprised by Dizzy's choice at all... But she was also sure to pay her back this pain some time later. Soon.

Despite of Dizzy's apparent inexperience though, she was already smart enough to hesitate when hearing the redhead's goadings. For a passing moment, Hajna even thought that she wasn't going to be stupid enough to see if the Huntress of Puszta would fall victim to the same trick twice... But in the end, she was. Perhaps it wasn't simply due to naiveity from the part of the Young Lioness... But simply due to being at a loss what else to do. Without looking like a coward, of course... As it was apparent that it was the redhead who was seemingly at a disadvantage here - for the moment.

So, there she came... And what also came was Hajna's swift whirl to the side, escaping from the harm's way without any issue at all. Thus, Dizzy's legs no longer had a target, when she flung herself towards the ropes.

There were two ways this could go. The first one - the tiny Italian would simply manage to slip herself between the ropes, and outside the ring. Which, in any case, would produce her quite a painful landing. And likely, she should supposedly then be rather eager to get back into the ring, after the scolding given by the redhead just moments ago.

But the second way was the one Hajna was really rooting for. Based on the height where her chest had been, there should have been a good chance that Dizzy's legs would get somehow entangled with the top rope. In which case, the Huntress was expecting her to be trapped for the moment, with her upper body smacking against the canvas.

If that turned out to be the case, it wouldn't take long for Dizzy to then see the Hungarian's looming form towering above her, and deliver a pair of stiff knee strikes to her slender belly. After that, she would then get to feel her hair getting grabbed by the Huntress, her head getting pulled up- and backward... Just enough to then get to feel the lace of Hajna's stay-ups arriving against her cheeks.

And then, she would finally get to feel the inevitable... The squeezing pressure of a standing headscissors hold by the mighty thighs of the Huntress of Puszta.

[BlackAkuma]

No, this was not a good idea. Yes, it was extremely likely to fail. No, Dizzy could not think of anything better to do.

The truth was, while she had improved as a standard wrestler in recent weeks thanks to Alicia’s help, Dizzy was still a good way behind what most would consider a ‘good’ wrestler. On her best day she was mediocre, and it didn’t seem as if mediocre was going to cut it against Hajna. The woman had sharp instincts. Too sharp to be falling for a dropkick that had been telegraphed a week in advance.

Dizzy figured that out at some point between the time she jumped and the moment Hajna moved out of the way, leaving her with nothing but empty air to strike.

If anyone had been watching, she was fairly certain they would be laughing at the sight, as the tiny wrestler went soaring to the ropes and nearly went flying out of the ring. She didn’t, but that wasn’t necessarily the better outcome. Instead, her right leg came down on the top one, tangled up with the middle, and twisted her leg in between, leaving her hung up like a Christmas ornament, dangling about with her arms and one leg flailing.

Totally open. Totally vulnerable.

”Ugh! Okay, I just…I mean, I need…okay…” She squirmed and thrashed as Hanja came back her way. ”Um…I don’t suppose you could help-”

As it turned out, Hajna had no intention of helping her out of the current situation. Instead, she was giving a couple of stiff strikes to the stomach, knocking the wind out of her, which she didn’t much care for. Then her head was shoved between her opponent’s legs, which she actually cared for a lot.

Dizzy squeaked - a real, mousy squeak - as Hajna clamped down on her skull and applied pressure, bringing out the muscle from those pleasing curves. Her hands came up to grasp the woman’s legs, at first trying to vainly pry them apart, only to switch it up with a soft, loving caress after a moment, caressing the thighs that were tormenting her.

[Jaystar]

For a brief, passing second, Hajna got scared that her plan might fail. Namely, once Dizzy had turned herself into a lovely little Christmas ornament, which had been fully hoped for and expected, she also thrashed her body way more than the Hungarian redhead had anticipated. Perhaps it could turn tricky to capture the smaller girl in her clutches... Until it quickly became apparent that that wasn't a concern, as she had the nerve to actually plead momentarily for help. She wasn't probably going to recognize just how stunned Hajna's face turned into after hearing that request though due to her upside down state, but it was going to be apparent for anyone viewing the tapes. Needless to say, help wasn't on its way.

Instead, a squeeze was. Accompanied by some pummeling of the Italian's belly first... Just to soften the quick weasel up a little. But that was merely a tiny appetizer before the meaty main course... That soon captured the Italian's head within its realm.

It was always going to be a hopeless battle for the young, slender Dizzy against Hajna's mighty thighs. But part of the fun for the Hungarian was to get to see and feel her trying... And to inevitably crush her hopes and opposition. Thus, the Italian's hands soon finding their way onto her thighs was a very pleasant feeling, if totally expected as well. And just as expectedly, Dizzy's attempts at prying the thighs of the Huntress apart were completely in vain.

The more unexpected part, at least for Hajna, was how quickly the opposition morphed into something.... Softer. The Young Lioness began acting in no time as if the redhead's mighty thighs around her head were everything that she had ever hoped for... And began caressing them almost as if they were her most prized possessions. It caught the Hungarian a bit off guard at first... But it didn't take long for her face to then adopt a wide, knowing smile.

Of course she was enjoying something like this. Why else would a young, slender little girl like her enroll herself on the Young Lioness roster...

During the first stages of the standing headscissors hold, Hajna's both hands had been securing the trapped Dizzy's legs against the ropes, to keep her in place. But now, her other hand began sliding down between the young Italian's legs while clenching itself into a fist... Eventually, pressing itself hard against her prey's leather-clad crotch.

Now, how did the Young Lioness like that? The Huntress of Puszta was expecting to get to feel the answer on her thighs.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was of two minds about the thighs. On one hand, well - she loved herself a good pair of thighs, and Hajna’s were particularly juicy. Lovely, warm, powerful flesh against her skin, the kind of body she could melt into if she was given half the chance. And she loved the domination of it all, of course. Being controll, corralled, utterly dominated by this sensual beast of a woman.

On the flip side, though, she would’ve liked to be awake to actually, you know, experience Hajna, and she could tell this woman could knock her out with a disturbing ease. Which wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, she supposed, but she kind of wanted to get more out of this before she was put to sleep by the seductive, destructive vampiress.

She also wasn’t that crazy about being punched, either. Not a big fan of belly punishment, but at least she was getting better at taking that sort of thing. The crunches were paying off.

She wasn’t going to power out of this, that was clear - violence, brute strength? Not her forte. But she had options. Erotic options. Options she went for as her hands found Hajna’s voluptuous thighs and tried to work their magic. A little meat on the hook, something to tempt her with. Would it work, though?

Sort of.

A gasp slipped out of Dizzy’s pert lips, unbidden, as she felt her tormentress’ touch against crotch, and her hips reflexively thrust up against it, craving more and more. It wasn’t much, but it showed they were on the same page, or at least the same book. Hajna had the power, here, that wasn’t in dispute, so why not have a little fun?

More licking from Dizzy. Faster. More insistent. Her hands got into the equation as well, reaching up, finding that perfect Hungarian ass, and letting her tiny fingers sink into the flesh, working their way in deep and massaging the muscle beneath.

[Jaystar]

In this moment, everything seemed to start making so much more sense. The pieces of the puzzle were finding each other. The fun, and the intensity of this night became so much more promising, and everything was falling into place.

Usually, Hajna enjoyed a good hunt. First and foremost, she was the Huntress of Puszta. And wrestling rings served as her primary hunting grounds. In them, there was only so far her preys could escape.

Yes, she surely enjoyed to hunt in other areas too - such as this dark, abandoned shrine. But admittedly, so far, Dizzy had proven her capability to be an annoying little pest. A quick, nasty prey to catch. Potentially, at least... The way she had forced the hunt amongst the statues had been a tiny bit frustrating... Well, at least compared to this. Having the Italian caught, draped from the ropes was a much more satisfying scene for the Hungarian.

But now Dizzy was caught. And this time, Hajna felt like enjoying of getting to play with her prey more than hunting her. The little Italian had dressed up like a quick, agile, rebel ninja... While having now fallen into the clutches of the lingerie-clad, voluptuous huntress. And maybe it was indeed the lingerie, that turned out to deceive the little prey's real thoughts, and reveal how she surely wasn't only terrified, or disappointed by having gotten caught.

Dizzy wasn't hating Hajna's thighs. She was adoring them.

Hajna no longer had to hunt. From now on, she could toy and dominate.

And yes, Hajna enjoyed a good domination as well. Whether it was here in a ring... Or in a dungeon, that happened to be so conveniently waiting for later.

Hajna's response to Dizzy's softer resistance was her fist pressing against the girl's crotch... Which only appeared to make the prey hornier. The way the redhead could see and feel her hips thrusting and craving was quite telling on whether the Italian would be even interested in providing resistance any longer... But it wasn't as if Hajna was about to try her luck with that. Instead, she pressed her fist against the crotch even harder a couple of times, with the third one almost classified as pummeling... While Dizzy's fingers and tongue were only getting harder to work.

Was it a threat?

No. This match held some very special rules... And there was everything for Hajna to enjoy, as long as she wouldn't reveal the passcode to her Young Lioness opponent.

Which Hajna of course wasn't planning to do. If she was being honest, she might had actually forgotten the passcode already.

While Dizzy was sinking her hands into the redhead's ass and thighs, the Hungarian began mimicking her actions on the Italian's own. Even if it was somewhat more covered with clothing... For now. Of course, her main goal was to get her younger opponent to feel how small and weak her own body and form was compared to Hajna's own... And how futile of an effort providing resistance was inevitably going to be. She wanted Dizzy's mind to get filled with the sensation of how big and strong the huntress was... While the Italian served merely as a bite.

"Mmmh... It's not even a contest, is it..." the Huntress wheedled in a cooing tone, while tightening the grip of her fingers around the Italian's thighs and ass as hard and punishing as she could... Yes, she was also enjoying of what Dizzy was doing... But that wasn't still yet enough to render the Hungarian weakened or impaired at all.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was utterly outclassed here, and anyone who paid even the slightest attention to this matchup would have seen it. Hajna wasn't just bigger than her; she was faster, hungrier, meaner, more skilled, superior in every regard. She was a deer inthe forest, already in the wolf’s jaws.

And yet Dizzy couldn't stop grinning.

A muffled little moan came out of her as Hajna's fist pressed harder against her, rhythmic and punishing, electrifying her spine with every touch. She pressed up as the woman pushed down, maximizing the impact, practically fucking her fist. She couldn't help it, not that she would’ve wanted to. Her body was making decisions her brain hadn't signed off on yet, and her brain was getting on board pretty quickly.

"That…is a fair point." She managed to squeak out the words from between Hajna’s enveloping thighs. One of the benefits of a small mouth.

The hands kept working at that gorgeous ass, kneading deep, trying to find any give in the iron muscle underneath - not to escape, not even close to that, just because she wanted to. Dizzy had always been tactile, always needed to touch the things she found beautiful, and Hajna was built like something out of a fever dream. Everything about this woman - her touch, her smell, even the sound of her voice - was addictive.

But Hajna's grip on her thighs tightened like a vice, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and Dizzy let out a yelp that bounced around the empty arena with humiliating clarity. A sharp reminder of exactly whose hands were doing the damage here, and whose were doing the worshipping. The disparity wasn't subtle.

"Okay - okay, maybe a small contest.” Dizzy managed to find enough wherewithal to speak through her worshipping and occasional use her tongue for a more mundane purpose. ”This is hot…but if you think you’re going to fuck a passcode out of me with your fist, you’re gonna be real disappointed.” She chew on her lip. ”Not that I mind you trying.”