Do Not Disturb: Elinor Klügmann vs. Sheila Morgan II

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, fuck, there was the smell.

Sheila shuddered as the scent filled the air, the unmistakeable odor of sex rising, this heady sent that filled her nostrils and put her senses on edge. There was no hiding how good Elinor’s body felt against her own, so she didn’t bother trying - she pressed up as the German pressed down, rammed their muscles against each others’, slamming against this unyielding wall of flesh.

It was the most Sheila had ever loved and hated sex in her life, and that was before the humping.

Sheila had a long, breathless gasp at the first thrust, as this panzer of a woman jackhammered her. It wasn’t even that hard at first, but she knew the German could go much harder, that she was only building up to it. ‘Gentle’ for her was still stronger than 90% of the women she’d ever been with. An avalanche was coming.

Sure enough, Elinor picked up the pace with each passing second. Stronger. Longer. Harder. Pressing down with crippling force, thrusting their hips together and riding out any chance Sheila had pushing her way out. She still made attempts to escape, wriggling and twisting, but that only made things worse - the more she touched Elinor, the more she didn’t want to stop touching Elinor. There was still a voice in her head telling her how much she hated this woman, how she wanted to on top fucking her brains out, but it was getting more difficult to hear it over the staccato sound of flesh slapping.

Through it all, Sheila tried, tried, not to moan, clenching her teeth so hard she almost thought she’d crack them. But pleasure was just like pain, in the way it could force your body to do things your brain didn’t want. She could feel the noise coming out through her throat, this rising pressure, a pipe getting ready to burst, building up and building up, until…

Sheila moaned. A long, drawn out, hoarse noise, echoing through the room and drowning out Elinor’s tamer sighs. With the dam broken, more noises followed, hot and heavy pants as her foe pounded away with punishing precision. Each hit was harder than the last, driven with knockout force and a mechanical rhythm. She closed her eyes as Elinor’s body pressed into her own, sandwiching her into the floor, to the point where she couldn't tell which was hard on her body.

The grinding, the licking, the thrusting, the panting, the stretching - it was all too much. Sheila fought it as best as she could, but nature wouldn’t be stopped. Not like this.

Sheila orgasmed. Not just a quick, piddling one, either - a raging, rocking, tidal wave of an orgasm, spurting out in gushes and splattering across Elinor’s pounding lap. Her body bucked in hold, her back arched, and then the air came out of all at once and deflated beneath her opponent’s body.

Spent.

For a few seconds, anyway…

[Baddie]

Elinor just couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop, especially now, when it felt so good grinding down the woman who had done her so much wrong. The arched back, the sudden burst of warmth and wetness, the loud cries of pleasure - none of it was enough to stop Elinor's pacing or ferocity. If anything, it left her emboldened. She continued the rough rubdown as if the climax had never occurred, the now limp and lifeless body of her opponent doing nothing to impede her lust. It seemed obvious that Elinor was going to take this to it's logical conclusion, a mutual orgasm that would leave the both of them soaked in their shared desire.

But suddenly she stopped, far faster than she had begun. There was no gradual slowdown, no smoothing the grit of her grind. Only an abrupt halt as soon as she realized how counterintuitive it would be let herself go all over Sheila. While she wanted nothing more than to use her rival as the useless object she was, now was hardly the time. Perhaps later on when all was said and done, and Sheila was nothing but a limp pile of barely breathing meat and bones. For now, she simply wanted her opponent to know who had gotten the first fall, to know who was destined to win this fight.

An exasperated sigh fluttered through barely open lips. Elinor hadn't realized how exaughsting the effort had been until now. Her stomach felt raw and tender from all the rubbing, and her side still ached from where Sheila had pounded her fists only moments ago. Her chest heaved up and down in tandem with Sheila's labored breaths, their bodies in perfect unison, for a few, tranquil seconds as Elinor lay overtop her rival.

Her hands let go of their grip on Sheila's wrists as they instead went to aid Elinor as she slowly peeled herself up off of her opponent. Her crotch was still connected to Sheila's by a thick string of nectar visibly bridging the region between the panties. She shifted forwards, placing herself into a schoolgirl pin position overtop Sheila, smearing the contents of her orgasm over the blonde's body in the process. She looked down at her opponent, a weary but determined expression visible through her draped down hair.

"Face it Sheila... you're fucked" Elinor laughed, a hoarse disturbed sound as she looked down into the half closed eyes of her opponent. "Look at me... LOOK AT ME when I'm talking to you!" She roared, her hand reeling upwards before delivering a jolting back-hand slap into Sheila's cheek, the very same one she had licked tenderly just minutes ago. "You fucking bitch, do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into?" Another slap, this time an open palm into her opposite cheek.

"I'll beat you until every bone is shattered. I'll fuck you until you're raw. And when it's all over, when you're a broken, crippled bitch, then... and only then will I use whatever's left of you to rub one out" Elinor smirked, wiping and sensitizing her crotch on Sheila's torso to emphasize her point. "What? Don't tell me you're done already. Are you even listening bitch? Do you even know how bad I'm going to fuck you?" The German spat. Elinor raised her hand far above her head, this time curling it into a fist prepared to smash into her rival's face.

[BlackAkuma]

Nerissa Lablong.

That was the name that came to Sheila’s mind as she withered in the afterglow of Elinor’s hellish fuck. The first woman she’d had sex with in Japan, and some of the est sex she’d ever experienced, without question. That had set a new benchmark, an insane night of hot, pulsating sex, and it was the first thing that came to her now. She time traveled for a second, warped back to that steaming night, and for a second she was caught up in the bliss of it all. Could’ve just faded away.

”-at me when I’m talking to you!”

Sheila slipped back to reality just in time to have a hard slap crash across her face, knocking the taste clean out of her mouth. Her head stayed to the side as she blinked, twice, becoming aware of the world all at once. She wasn’t even sure what Elinor was saying - she heard that thick, German brogue going off above, but the words were just white noise, this garbled mess that she couldn't summon the mental faculties to process. She might as well have been speaking her native language. ”The fuck are you- And another slap now, jolting her back and leaving her with a fierce sting. She did a quick tooth check to make sure everything was in working order, then gave her opponent the full measure of her attention.

Sheila stared up as Elinor went on her rant, not saying anything at first, letting her get it all out of her system. Not just to hear what she had to say, but because two things were dawning on her.

1)She felt good. Really damn good. Oh, there was still pain, but the bliss of a good climax did wonders for dealing with it, hitting her with this powerful, pleasing euphoria.

2)Unless she was off, Elinor hadn't reached her own climax. Her own words confirmed as much. Which meant she was in a precarious position - sure would suck if something bad happened to right now, wouldn’t it?

When Elinor asked her that final question, she didn’t respond at first - she just laughed. A quick, drawn out, sigh of a laugh, almost more of an exhale than anything. ”Ellie,” She smacked her lips and lifted her hips, increasing the contact between her stomach and Elinor’s crotch. ”I’m counting on it.”

Sheila lift her leg up and swung it towards her opponent’s back with a sudden burst of explosive power, driving her knee hard into the center of the woman’s spine. That was just the start, though - in the next instant, she planted her shoulders, pushed her hips up all the way, and attempted to hurl Elinor’s body off her own with a strong bridge, trying to send her rolling into the bedside table.

[Baddie]

Was... was this bitch laughing? Granted, Elinor had done so herself just a few seconds ago, but hers was a result of brief hysteria, fueled by a conflicting mix of rage, lust and greed. But Sheila's smile carried with it a genuine sense of satisfaction, of anticipation, even if it only lasted a split second. The reaction was almost enough to make Elinor recoil with disgust. Nothing about this was supposed to be satisfying, not for Sheila anyways.

Sex was just another weapon in her arsenal, no different than any punch, kick, slam, or throw. It's only difference was it's intent. Sex was the greatest psychological weapon of them all, and when wielded effectively, with the power and ferocity that was Elinor's signature brand, it should leave a woman shattered and mentally defeated, unable to comprehend how they can enjoy having their own dignity so callously robbed from them.

Obviously Sheila wasn't getting the message, but it dawned on Elinor that it was silly of her to expect the Aussie to. The Wild One - respect was owed where respect was due. Of course it would take more than a mere fuck to break this woman's mind. It would take multiple fucks, and multiple beatings. The German figured it would take quite a while given her assessment of the the woman's endurance, but luckily for her she had all night long to wipe that stupid smirk off of Sheila's face. Elinor's lips couldn't help but curl into one of their own at the thought.

Elinor felt a shift in the pressure beneath her, one that sent tingles into her already hot and bothered crotch. Elinor transformed what would have been an embarrassing moan into a low grunt, her fist wavering in the air as a result. She had deprived herself of her own orgasm in hopes of saving that savory moment for sometime special, a fact that Sheila seemed to be acutely aware of. Great, now she was teasing her again. This fist ought to put an end to that.

"Don't fucking call me Ell-" two sharp prongs stabbing into the center of her back cut Elinor off midsentence. Her eyes spread wide open in shock, caught off guard by the pair of knees now dug deep into the center of her spine. Her close fist opened up as it attempted to find anything to grab onto, her sense of balance know thrown into a whirl as she found herself dislodged from her mount and tossed forwards. Her hands found nothing but open air, but her face managed to unpleasantly catch the edge of the bedside table.

The impact was multiplied tenfold from the very unfortunate angle at which she had been struck, leaving her to groan on the soft carpet below. She gripped both hands onto the edge of the table, using it as a crutch to get back on he knees. The furniture creaked beneath the German's weight as she slumped over it, her vision still a blur from Sheila's precise, or perhaps very lucky throw.

[BlackAkuma]

In a small way, Sheila almost felt kind of bad for Elinor. Her mind was hazy, but not so much that she couldn't recall the frenzy that the German mauler had been working up to a minute ago, how furiously the two of them had been fucking. Yeah, they weren’t lovers or anything, but good sex was good sex, and they’d been on the cusp of one of the craziest two orgasms of their lives. From all the sounds Elinor had been making, Sheila’d expected it to be truly epic, the kind of earthshattering blow off you only saw in overproduced porn, and the bitch just…slammed the breaks on it? Why do that to yourself? Why take it away?

It didn’t make any sense to her, but then, she’d given up on trying to figure Elinor out. She didn’t have to understand this bitch to kick her arse or fuck it, and she still had a lot of both to get done.

On that end, she’d just managed to make some good progress, with her little hail mary paying off dividends. All she’d really wanted to do was get Elinor off her, and she’d succeed there, but she also managed to knock the bitch’s skull against the table and leave her loopy. As she rolled to the side and huffed, she was greeted by the sight of her opponent leaning on the furniture, trying to catch her breath, looking like she had no idea what hit her. The most vulnerable she’d been since she’d stepped in this room.

It was an opportunity she couldn't afford to ignore. But she didn’t have much time to look around for a weapon, so she’d have to work with what was close at hand, and as she pushed her way up and closed in on Elinor from behind, she saw her weapon of choice.

Sheila reached over Elinor’s head and grabbed the alarm clock, but her goal wasn’t to bash the woman over the head. Instead, she went for one of their favorite shared tactics - choking. She brought the cord around Elinor’s neck, wrapped it all the way around once, then pulled back and turned it into a makeshift garotte, pulling it tight on her windpipe. She fell back at the same time and tried to wrap her legs around Elinor’s taut, slender waist, clamping down tight to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere.

”Guess what, Ellie?” She leaned and ran her tongue along her opponent’s ear, before she shrieked right into it. ”It’s my turn!”

[Baddie]

Whatever remained of the flame still tingling between Elinor's loins was thoroughgoingly stamped out by the near paralyzing encounter with the bedside table. She was slouched over the carefully crafted piece like a slab of meat, one that was beginning to look increasingly appetizing in the eyes of her hungry foe. Elinor knew it too, despite her groggy state, but was powerless to stop the arm of her opponent as it reached overhead.

At first she expected for Sheila to whiplash her head back into the action, but she should have known her rival was more creative than that. Instead, Sheila grabbed onto an alarm clock before slipping it back and out of sight. Drooling all over the smooth wooden finish, Elinor didn't have the time or mental capacity to comprehend what her rival was planning next. But as the woman quickly began wrapping the cord around her neck, Elinor didn't have to do a whole lot of thinking to realize what Sheila had in store for her.

"GRRGH-GAH!" Elinor sputtered, her senses reawakened with a sharp jolt of adrenaline. Her hands resurrected themselves from their inanimate state and onto the cord around her throat, desperately trying to claw the object away from her neck, but only managing to scratch skin in the process. "GUUGH..CCKK" was Elinor's response to Sheila's shrill words as the two of them came tumbling back, the added weight of gravity now reinforcing the Aussie's grip around her neck.

Elinor's body fought like hell for it's own survival. Her legs shot out like the wild limbs they were, kick and thrashing with spastic inaccuracy. Her hips thrusted up and and down in sporadic bucks, but were quickly subdued by Sheila's legs as they coiled themselves around her. Sheila wasn't supposed to have a turn, yet that very prospect was beginning to dig in as deep as the garotte itself. Elinor's fingers dug deeper between the cord and her own throat, trying to pry open any measly amount of space that she could, but the effort was ultimately proving to be fruitless.

Her face was taking on an unhealthy shade of red as Elinor's eyes began to bulge out from their sockets. Loud coughs and chokes were transforming into dying sputters, while once powerful bucks devolved into spastic shudders. Elinor's feet continued to flail out wildly in front of her, the German's heel destroying everything in it's path including the table she had found herself slumped over just seconds ago. But this too eventually began to die out, as the very essence of life itself, the air she needed to fuel this bitter fight with her rival, was slowly deprived from her.

Soon her hands gave up all attempts at trying to relieve the garrote from around their neck and instead resume a much more familiar tune. Her arms bent inwards, exposing her elbows into sharp, right angles that she then began jabbing wherever her opponent's body presented itself. The lethal choke had sapped her of much needed energy, but what she lacked in strength she tried to make up for in quantity. Elbow after elbow attempted to find their mark wherever they could on Sheila's body, whether it be the thighs wrapped around her body, or the small openings that exposed her sides. Each one struck with weakening resolve, making use of what diminishing strength she had left to fight for freedom, even as the dark realm of unconsciousness slowly began to materialize itself.

[BlackAkuma]

”That’s right, it’s my whoa fuck!”

Sheila knew Elinor was strong. She maybe wasn’t the strongest person she’d ever fought - she’d taken on some big dude in her time - but for her size and weight class? Yeah, she was up there. She might’ve been pound-for-pound the strongest woman in the league, and while she didn’t have the kind of LAW knowledge needed to say that with real authority, it was a bet she’d have no problem taking. The chick was a living, walking brick wall.

But you never really had an appreciation for how powerful the human body could be until you made it fight for its life. Sheila had seen people in situations like this before, times where they were pushed to the edge of death, and it was like all the limiters came flying off. Even normal-ass, everyday, plain-as-fuck people could turn into beserkers when the fight or flight instincts came in. So when you combined that with a beast like Elinor, well…

The phrase ‘like a bucking bronco’ came to mind.

Sheila planted her feet and grunted as this wild animal of a woman struggled in her grasp, twisting and turning and fighting and kicking in a mad fury. At first she was just grasping at the cord, following her instinct, but soon enough rage took over and yeah, that was when the real struggle started. Elbows, one after the other, came crashing swinging about, and the fact that they were sloppy and wild didn’t make them any weaker - no, quite the opposite. Sheila cried out with every random, baleful blow she took - even when she was on the way to unconsciousness, the German was a wrecking ball.

”Just let it go, Ellie, comeoncomeon…” Sheila’s demands devolved into grunts and groans as the strikes came less and less, losing their sting and dropping their frequency as the fight fled her foe. Elinor was stronger, but that wouldn't count for shit without air to breathe, and the Wild One just clamped down harder with every errant blow that landed. ”Go to sleep! Go to sleep!”

Sure enough, the lack of oxygen took its toll, and Elinor was well on her way to dreamland…right before that happened, though Sheila would let go of the cord with a hard, rueful sigh and flop on her back, letting the oxygen flood back into her opponent’s lungs. She wouldn’t have felt the least bit bad about knocking this woman out, it wouldn’t have been productive - she needed her awake for what came next.

”Hey, Elinor. Elinor.” Sheila hissed in her opponent’s ear as she worked her arms around the woman’s chest, let them slither around her shoulders, and joined them behind her head to capture her in a tight full nelson. At the same time, she brought her bare foot to the German’s lap and slipped her toes underneath the fabric, grazing them along her pussy. ”Guess what comes next?”

[BlackAkuma]

”That’s right, it’s my whoa fuck!”

Sheila knew Elinor was strong. She maybe wasn’t the strongest person she’d ever fought - she’d taken on some big dude in her time - but for her size and weight class? Yeah, she was up there. She might’ve been pound-for-pound the strongest woman in the league, and while she didn’t have the kind of LAW knowledge needed to say that with real authority, it was a bet she’d have no problem taking. The chick was a living, walking brick wall.

But you never really had an appreciation for how powerful the human body could be until you made it fight for its life. Sheila had seen people in situations like this before, times where they were pushed to the edge of death, and it was like all the limiters came flying off. Even normal-ass, everyday, plain-as-fuck people could turn into beserkers when the fight or flight instincts came in. So when you combined that with a beast like Elinor, well…

The phrase ‘like a bucking bronco’ came to mind.

Sheila planted her feet and grunted as this wild animal of a woman struggled in her grasp, twisting and turning and fighting and kicking in a mad fury. At first she was just grasping at the cord, following her instinct, but soon enough rage took over and yeah, that was when the real struggle started. Elbows, one after the other, came crashing swinging about, and the fact that they were sloppy and wild didn’t make them any weaker - no, quite the opposite. Sheila cried out with every random, baleful blow she took - even when she was on the way to unconsciousness, the German was a wrecking ball.

”Just let it go, Ellie, comeoncomeon…” Sheila’s demands devolved into grunts and groans as the strikes came less and less, losing their sting and dropping their frequency as the fight fled her foe. Elinor was stronger, but that wouldn't count for shit without air to breathe, and the Wild One just clamped down harder with every errant blow that landed. ”Go to sleep! Go to sleep!”

Sure enough, the lack of oxygen took its toll, and Elinor was well on her way to dreamland…right before that happened, though Sheila would let go of the cord with a hard, rueful sigh and flop on her back, letting the oxygen flood back into her opponent’s lungs. She wouldn’t have felt the least bit bad about knocking this woman out, it wouldn’t have been productive - she needed her awake for what came next.

”Hey, Elinor. Elinor.” Sheila hissed in her opponent’s ear as she worked her arms around the woman’s chest, let them slither around her shoulders, and joined them behind her head to capture her in a tight full nelson. At the same time, she brought her bare foot to the German’s lap and slipped her toes underneath the fabric, grazing them along her pussy. ”Guess what comes next?”

[Baddie]

Was this it? This had to be it. Any second now, Elinor would find herself deep in the depths of darkness, temporarily dissociated from the lifeless body that would surely become a plaything in the hands of her opponent. The elbows were leaving their mark, but the rate at which she was losing consciousness far exceeded any relief they could provide. The once unstoppable German brute was left powerless, her body continuing to fight and defy Sheila's commands until the very last second.

Huuuuuuuugh! A rush of air entered Elinor's lungs, followed soon after by a string of uncontrollable coughs and sputters. Her hands immediately rushed to her throat, where the once tight cord now hung limp and innocuous against her collar. While she couldn't see the red ring of skin around her throat, she could definitely feel the cord's imprints and her own scratch marks now delineating her neck.

Sheila had actually let go of her. Elinor didn't the need the distraction of wondering why. She just... breathed. With her head resting on Sheila's chest and the blonde's legs wrapped around her torso, the quasi cuddle might've looked cute to an oblivious spectator if it wasn't surrounded by so much hate and violence. But it was surrounded by hate, so much hate that Elinor had trouble compiling it into words. That wouldn't stop her from trying though.

"What bitch!?" Elinor screamed as soon as her breath would allow her to. Sheila's mocking breath in her ear left unwanted tingles, and the fingers trailing across Elinor's skin felt uncomfortably smooth. That was until they locked into place with a full nelson, one that effectively amplified the strain on her still recovering body.

"GRRGH! You should've finished the job...stupid cunt. I would've tugged that cord 'till it snapped. I would've- I would've... mmmaahhh" Elinor stuttered as Sheila's intentions immediately became perfectly clear. Her opponents foot had trailed her body entirely unnoticed by the German, who was far too occupied with her rambling. But it only took Sheila's toes finding their target for pain to temporarily cease, and quickly become entranced by pleasure.

It had only now just occurred to the businesswoman how weak she had become. She had been nearly choked half to death, and what little energy she had regained had been wasted spiting her opponent. She tried to move, twisting, turning, and whirling where she could, but her body ultimately wasn't left with much room to maneuver.

Another shudder paralyzed Elinor's body as Sheila's foot brushed up against her inner folds. She bit her lip as the pleasure became far more of a warden than the hold itself, imprisoning her with it's enticing touch and feel. "No... you can't..." Elinor decried, but her words were a barely audible whisper. Who she was talking to wasn't entirely clear. Her crotch would feel warm and wet beneath Sheila's foot, a consequence of the last time it had been sensitized overtop Sheila's body. She wasn't too far from the verge, a fact her opponent's seemed eager to exploit.

Elinor was telling herself to stay strong, to defy her body's calls with all the mental fortitude she still had left. But as more moans began to dribble through her tight lips, Elinor began to doubt that she would be able to to deny both her opponent and her body the satisfaction they both seemed to so desperately crave.

[BlackAkuma]

Grip the hold tight. White knuckle tight. So tight it hurts, so tight you can almost feel the joints straining, so tight you turn your hands into a steel trap. No escape, no give, nothing to let Elinor have an inch.

Press against her, grind against her, and feel that hard body against yours. Take some pleasure from this even as you force more into her. Control her. Leave her helpless. Own her.

Make sure she’s aware for all of this. It can’t just be a quick one-and-done, no, she has to go through the same thing you went through, and that means you make damn sure she feel every fucking second of the hell your putting her through.

Sheila went into this match with some well-defined bulletpoints to tick off, things she wanted to do throughout the match. Nothing too specific. Most could guess that she wasn’t the type to come up with intricate, detailed plans, but she had more in mind than simply winning the match - if all she wanted was to get a W over Elinor, she could’ve just challenged her to a standard match and put her shoulder on the mat for three seconds. Hell, if winning was her only interest here, she could’ve just knocked the German out, tied her to the bed, and fucked her for an hour straight.

…which wasn’t the worst idea, now that it was in her head. Later, maybe.

For now, though, her main interest was evening the score, getting in Elinor’s head, and digging into her brain like a tick. And this move, this hold, this whole situation? It was a good goddamn start.

”There we go, there you are, come back…” She whispered sweet nothings into her opponent’s ear as she came sputtering back, cooing like a long-lost lover. It wasn’t appreciated, of course, with Elinor spitting waves of hate her way, but she rode down the struggles with a few good twists and dug in hard. She was weak now, but there was no way she was underestimating a woman with power like this. ”Yeah, well, I’m a little more creative than you, Ellie.”

Sheila could see the reaction she was getting out of her opponent - sure, she was fighting it, but the body wanted what it wanted, and after getting the fucked choked out of her, even a powerhouse like Elinor couldn't stop nature from having its way. There was the shudder. The heavy breaths. The slackening muscles. It was almost as if she was draining the power straight out of her body and taking it for her own, a siphon between them that pumped with every stroke of her foot.

Elinor was putty. Elinor was…

”You’re mine.”

Sheila could have just continued on like that - Elinor was well on her way to bursting, the pressure was rising and the result was inevitable. But it wasn’t quite enough by itself - she could do better, and she wanted to get her hands in on the action, too. With the German at her weakest, she switched the hold up in a flash, unclasping the finger, yanking her head back, and wrapping her arm over the woman’s throat from above, clamping on a tight dragon sleeper. The move would keep her fighting for oxygen, right on the edge, but that wasn’t the main reason Sheila’d gone for it.

More than anything, she wanted a hand free. Free to roam over Elinor’s body. Free to slip under top. Free to find a nice, ripe breast to hold on to and slowly, pressing into it with a deep massage. A sweet, soft touch, giving her a loving feel, even as she continued to pull the hold back further and further.