Trick or treat match: Harley and Monica vs Melody and ???

[RJD]

Monica would have a face of extreme unamusement as she felt her opponent's feeble squirming, the purple haired wrestler begining to lose her temper again as Clara called her mistress. The Jackson cousin finally taking it upon herself to silence the pervert with a tight crotch to face pin which Clara would certainly not take the wrong way, or at least that's what the foolish unwilling mistress had hoped.

The supposed sub taking it upon herself to push upwards with her hands and then wait until Monica applied her weight downwards before suddenly planting her hands back into the mat and causing Monica's breasts to fall onto her face for a moment. Clara proceeding to prove yet again both that she wasn't taking the fight seriously and that she wasn't going to stop calling Monica mistress.

The purple haired wrestler finally inching forward shyly one thigh at a time before her crotch covered her opponent's features and her thighs crossed over her head to make an umbrella so that she couldn't see the perverts twisted expressions.

Monica at first just feeling a vibration from her opponent's pluck lips which gave her a light shiver and prompted her to shimmy slightly awkwardly. Then Clara's nose would poke against her inner thigh and inch itself towards her covered sex, drilling against the woman Above's most sensitive area. Clark's tongue even joining the fray as she hungrily licked and tongued Monica's crotch, with enough speed and resolve that it was almost like she was trying to devour the wrestler atop.

" Kyaa! N-noo! C-Clara...S-s-stoooppp... " Monica would moan out as her cheeks were covered in an intense blush and she felt herself getting incredibly wet between her legs. The inexperienced sex fighter squirming wildly as she felt sudden waves of pleasure attack her, the rough wrestler trying to fight them off just long enough for a pin.

" Two! " The ref would count, as Monica tried to apply all her weight downwards, letting out a mighty tormented whine as her opponent's nose not only brushed her sex but poked at it through her attire, almost piercing the purple haired wrestlers outfit as she drilled enthusiastically. Monica's thighs tensing and squeezing together as she tried to ignore her building pleasure. " Mmnmn...C-Claraaa! " Monica would attempt to growl out, Although due to her pleasure her voice would be embarrassingly breathy and shake tremendously.

" Three! " The ref would count, just as Monica was losing track of what wetness was caused by herself and which by her hungry opponent's tongue that had likely made a mess of her attire, and admittedly the wearer of the outfit herself. The purple haired wrestler gasping for air as she struggled to stay atop for the final count, her vast inexperience in sensual matters showing now.

At long last Monica was free when she heard the ref call out the final count, prompting her to groggily try to nudge forward and dump herself onto the mat hoping to get some recovery time. Monica's nipples showing through her top while she could feel her heart racing.

[RiotGrrl]

Clara was trapped underneath Monica and she had no issues about the count from the ref. This was the position she loved the most, especially when the girl atop of her showed her dominance. Despite her deviant ways, Clara was still a submissive, and given half a chance, she would submit to anyone who took control

The smothering effect of Monica made Clara purr with delight and hungrily devour her Mistress as a show of pleasure and attempting to please her. It seemed to have the desired effect. Monica was painting Clara's face with her involuntary hip humps and grinds. All of this spurred the chunky assistant on to nuzzle deeper and almost beg for Monica to use her face

Finally the count was made and Clara had been pinned, which meant not only did the crowd enjoy the show, but it entitled Monica to pick from the bucket to see whether she had a trick or treat. The anticipation was palpable and by this time Melody had taken her attentions off Harley long enough to realise

"Ah shit, they got a pin....."

Immediately she would shout out to Monica looking to further humiliate the girl

"Hey Mistress Monica!! Ya better hope ya dont pull a trick out cause my partner is just getting warmed up ha!"

Mel flushed a little at the words coming from her mouth, she knew there was a good chance the whole event could backfire horribly for the rocker and her partner just as when Harley nearly erased Mel's face in the most erotic pin of the night

[RJD]

Monica may have been naturally quite dominant, but she wasnt quite the deviant that a majority of the LAW roster seemed to be. While the assistant nuzzled and pleasured her crotch, making the purple haired wrestler slouch forward somewhat as she fought to keep her eyes open and ready for any sudden tosses that Clara made to try and escape, her lips trembling as she looked down at her thighs covering Clara's face and waited for the count to finally be complete. As soon as the pin was complete the rough wrestler wouldn't stay atop Clara's face any longer, regardless of how eager the thick woman was to make Monica explode on her face, Monica was already blushing and feeling sensations that weren't familiar to her from just a smother, the purple haired wrestler almost already overwhelmed from the pleasure.

Meanwhile Harley and Melody were unaware of what was going on in the middle of the ring, Harley's eyes lighting up as she realised they were to obtain another trick. The softcore princess blushing and avoiding eye contact with Melody slightly, still not quite sure how to respond to someone's sincere passionate feelings, Harley being much more used to teasing or playful sensuality between herself and rivals.

" I...think I already broke Mel, you can have this one Monica. " Harley would call out, earning a glare from the now standing, or more accurately trembling scruffy looking Monica. " Damn right I'm having this one! I had to fight for it. " Monica would respond, before then looking down at Clara one last time, glimpsing at her for slightly too long before quickly pacing over to the corner with the bucket and putting her hand in it to take out a ticket.

" Uhmm... Mel. Sooo I'm confused, do you want to sit on my face or me to sit on you? I usually just do it to excite the crowd, but if you like me that much..." Harley would start to mumble fairly quietly towards Melody, the idea that someone actually wanted her to give them her only specified treatment so desperately making the softcore princess feel appreciated, and the raven haired lightweight both liked Melody's company when she wasn't threatening to punch her face in, and was awful at resisting the natural charm of flattery and praise.

Monica would then walk pull the note out of the bucket and read it, her expression changing from one that was a mix of exhaustion and pride for having survived that face sit, to one of dread as it was all for nothing as it just let to more overwhelming sensuality. At first the purple haired woman was about to quickly return the trick before picking out another paper, but as she moved her arm to do so she saw the ref girl look right at her and halted in her tracks. Monica then turning to face the assistant with a very false smile that looked like it would collapse under the weight of a single leaf.

" Uhmmm...C-Clara. I'm still your mistress right? S-so you'll do what I say won't you? " Monica would ask, starting to visibly shake somewhat even if she managed to stop her voice from shaking much. Monica squirming a little bit, her situation not being made any better by the fact that she had been fairly worked up just moments earlier, and now the assistant was going to get to work off some of her pleasure.

Regardless though Monica wasn't eager to read her trick, although the ref was making it clear that she was losing her patience and didn't plan to give the purple haired wrestler much more time to resolve herself to what was about to happen.

[RiotGrrl]

Clara gave a moan that was lust driven as Monica got off her face and broke up the chance of any further "punishment" for the busty lightweight. She was red faced, her pale features moist from the excitement that Monica was denying herself, and the panicked breaths that Clara had, however delightful, being smothered was, it was still being smothered. The crowd began a chant of "MISTRESS MONICA!!" just to further compound the embarasment that the harder side of Harleys team felt. Clara slowly rolled over and wiped her face. She caught the eye of Monica and sucked on a finger as if she had just finished and appreciated a great meal.

In a lot of ways, the busty lightweight was shameless once she got warmed up!

Harley and Melody continued to taunt and tease one another.

"Gah dont... yes... AGHHHH stop it Harley!!"

Mel slapped the turnbuckle pad in frustration at just how simply Harley could disarm her and make her almost beg to be buried between the girls thighs. However now there was the matter of the bucket. The trick or treat that would come as Clara, for all her excited struggles, lost the pinfall. Clara walked back over to Melody and a red face, puffing out her cheeks as she waited for the ticket to be read.

The reaction sparked a look between the lightweight pair of Mel and Clara

"OMG its something she didnt expect...... OMG OMG!!!"

Melody was bouncing now on the apron and got through the ropes eager to see what the trick or treat was, Monica's stammer and her expression was priceless. Clara heard the words and nodded as she came over.

"Of course Mistress Monica... I will do everything to you... I mean for you!"

The busty lightweight snatched the ticket and read it. She looked at Melody, a big wide smile came across her face.

"I KNEW IT!!!"

Melody shouted out and ran in the read the small piece of paper. By now the ref was eager to see it also, and so Melody read nice and loud, standing right next to Monica who looked crushed or fearful, resigned to the fate of the ticket. She faced Harley and smirked

"Ahem... the bearer of this ticket has to face... "

Deliberately pausing with a wink at Harley

".... they have to face a five minute double team smother from the opposing team, unhindered otherwise the smothered girls partner shares the same fate!"

The crowd roared with delight at the news. It was the golden ticket. A chance for some super humiliation. Melody was keen to wind up Harley and Monica some more

"Now then who...... who who...... "

She would take a step toward Harely and smile, then another, as if she as stalking her.

"So then my softcore lover, how about you, between my thighs AND between my lovely partners massive breasts, for a whole five minutes, smushed and smothered...."

The rocker would wait and see Harelys reaction, but then turned away as the ultimate tease

"NAHHHHH, its going to be Mistress Monica, you YOU Harely have to watch!!" HAHA!!"

Clara approached Monica and gentle stroked her face as she tried to coax her to lay down middle of the ring

"Now Mistress Monica I promise to do a good job!"

[RJD]

While Monica was happy to have gotten a victory, the small sense of embarrassment from the way in which she gained that victory would be amplified by the crowd chanting her unwanted nickname, had the rougher Jackson cousin known that she would end up with such a reputation then she would have preferred to just continue being a nasty bitch instead. Meanwhile Clara just seemed to be more enticed by anything Monica did, the thick lightweight suggestively licking her finger and in turn earning a blush from Monica before she rushed over to retrieve a trick.

Harley on the other hand would be having fun, sure it was good to watch someone melt under her, but it was even better to be able to tease someone so deeply with words alone. The softcore princess had a slight sense of sadism when it came to making pretty women squirm, but moreso she just loved the attention that she was getting from Melody, there was no greater flattery than having her opponent give her words so much power.

However the sense of dread would suddenly overwhelm the ring as Monica fetched and read her trick, she even attempted some sleight of hand but was caught in the fact before Melody would snatch it right out from her hands, before reading it aloud as the taller Jackson cousin started to blush more with every word. With the tables turn Monica pleaded with Clara, but considering the fact that she let her real intention leak out Monica had a feeling that the assistant wasn't going to let her off so easy.

Before long Harley decided to join the festivities, wondering over next to Monica with a curious expression on her face which would turn slightly moreso to one of worry as Melody read the trick aloud. Until suddenly Melody announced that they would be picking Harley for the punishment, causing Monica to finally let out a sigh of relief. The rocker getting closer and closer to Harley, almost right in her face, the idea of such a thorough smothering making Harley's legs tremble slightly as she maintained an unbreakable eye contact with Melody as she continued to speak. Harley visibly gulping as she started to mumble, although before she was done Melody would interrupt the softcore princess to yet again change the target of the trick.

" W-What? W-why me? " Monica would stammer, imagination running wild as she was again put directly in front of the sensual firing range. Although before she could even have the time needed to accept such a bitter sweet fate Clara would approach her, the sensual beauty getting way too close and stroking Monica's face. Still in shock the purple haired wrestler would just blush and try to back away for a moment, before by coincidence she noticed the ref in the background giving her a glare, making it clear that she wasn't allowed to resist.

" Clara... Wouldn't you uhmm. Prefer me to? " Monica would ask, panic being audible in her voice now as her eyes kept flashing down towards her opponent's hips, Monica now just moving at the whim of her opponent as she was gently lowered into a lying position. The bunny suit bound lightweight still not ready for what was about to happen as she could see both her thick opponents standing nearby. Meanwhile Harley sneakily backed off towards their corner, Monica had decided just two things, she was going to research opponent's to avoid sensual powerhouses like Clara, and she was never going to team with Harley again.

[RiotGrrl]

As Clara tended to Monica, Melody saw Harley sneaking away. She shook her head and quickly got up to her feet. Melody would race over to Harley, that plump round delightful bottom swaying with each shift of her hips. The rocker draw back her hand and flung it forward as Harley was close to the corner

"SPANNNKKK!!"

Mel simply grinned at Harley and stuck her tongue out

"Just you wait, maybe I will spank you big butt ALLLLL night next time!"

Clara meanwhile was occupied with Monica. The Jackson cousin stammered and the busty lightweight smiled down at her, kneeling by her side. Clara tapped her finger against her chin to show she was thinking

"Hmmmmm. Oh I know! Mistress will like this I hope!"

Clara would playfully take Monica's hands and place them down at the side of Monica's head. She then would slowly straddle, sitting her weight on Monica's chest in a classic schoolgirl pin. Clara wasnt super heavy, but she was ALL boob and that added a fair bit. The busty lightweight would squirm and shuffle not even bothering to pin or trap Monica's hands down because of the ticket "rules"

Much to the crowd's delight, Clara reached and pulled at her top, so that her bare sweaty breasts tumbled free. They bounced and jiggled and the former assistant to Chloe grinned wide. Clara dropped forward and let her big breasts bounce off Monica's face once before lifting up again. She was toying with the Jackson girl and giggled

"Deep breath Mistress!"

Clara dropped again this time smushing Monica's face between her massive orbs. They were so big that literally none of Monica's features could be seen. Clara would wiggled her shoulders to box Mistress Monica's cheeks as she smothered her deeply. Meanwhile Melody had stopped teasing her crush and walked back over.

"OMG Clara I bet she's struggling under those massive things! Haha, lets make it worse!"

Melody saw Monica thrash naturally and proceeded to grab her legs to hold them down and sit astride them to pin them down. The crowd cheered as Monic was systematically being flattened.

"How about this Harley? This has to be the WORST pin ever to face!"

Melody would grin and play to the crowd.

Clara meanwhile lifted up and let Monica get some air. The busty lightweight looked down at Monica's face and smiled.

"Thats one minute I think Mistress, but I will be nice I promise"

She flushed as she knew what she was about to propose.

"I really.... ummm want to sit on your face. Is that OK?"

[RJD]

The softcore princess was happy not to suffer the fate that her cousin was without a doubt going to fall victim to, she would be free of the busty duo's sensual torture. As the softcore princess fled back to her corner though she would be caught off guard by the sudden sensation of an open palm striking directly into her toosh, causing her cheeks to jiggle in the progress as the lightweight quickly turned around to face Melody while backing off. Harley would blush at the mention of Melody giving her a supreme spanking session, the softcore princess assuring herself that the blush was due to how embarrassing that idea was rather than how enjoyable and heavenly it would be. The wide hipped lightweight feigning distaste with a pout.

" It'll be hard to spank me with your face in my butt! " Harley would respond back, slightly flustered, but not hesitating slightly with her threat, resolving herself to make the rocker pay for that freebie she had just stolen. Then the softcore princess would retreat fully back to her corner and get ready to watch the show in the middle of the ring, despite it being her partner she was still sadistically entertained by Monica's reactions, Harley was certainly going to team with Monica more often.

Meanwhile Monica was left almost petrified against the canvas, simply watching as Clara straddled her, thinking that any moment now she would wake up from this sensual dream. Yet she never did, instead Monica just panting slightly and blushing as her chest was squished under Clara's rear, now that the lightweight was pinned in such a position she was realising that it would be hard to get her opponent off even if the rules did allow for it, Monica really had to resist the urge to fight back.

The rougher cousin of the Jackson Duo would be left completely dumbfounded as Clara released her bare massive breasts, there was no way this was actually happening, Monica was not about to have her face squished between her opponent's enormous breasts in front of a live crowd. Monica gulped as she saw Clara's grin. The purple haired wrestler was blushing bright and panting as she tried to calm herself down, this without a doubt was actually happening.

Long before Monica was ready Clara would drop her large breasts directly on her face, sweaty tender flesh squishing into the entirety of the helpless wrestler's face, Clara using her shoulders to squish her breasts together and completely capture Monica's face in her left breast, right breast and grand sweet scented canyon between. Then suddenly Monica was freed, the supposed mistress receiving a command and following it without hesitation, getting the biggest breath possible of fresh air before yet again Clara's monstrous orbs squished into her features yet again, Monica letting out a feeble cry as her opponent's breasts were slapped into her face and her heavy chested fan's breasts crushed her features with more weight, plunging Monica further into the sea of sweet scented softness.

At times Monica could feel a nipple slipping between her lips, being a woman who used to kick the asses of several equally strong women mercilessly in former wrestling companies Monica was shocked at where fate had taken her, squashed under the breasts of only the most kinky submissive woman she had ever met. Monica not sure if the sadistic or masochistic side of Clara was harder to deal with.

As well as the wetness against her face Monica started to feel a wetness between her legs, naturally she would squirm her thighs together as she was smothered, starting to drift off to sleep Monica would simply lower her hands over her waist and wouldn't even think about the odd sensation between her legs.

Monica's legs would thrash wildly up until she felt another figure pin them down, one of similar weight, and there was another soft sensation over her legs. Shamefully the woman underneath would just squirm as her wet spot grew and grew, her shameful arousal at being Clara's bitch being clear as day.

Then suddenly Monica was released from the smother, prompting her to gasp for air as she lay her head back against the canvas, face red. The rough fighter would lift her hands to her sweaty and messy hair to sweep it down and to the side as she stared up at Clara, the woman's words reminding Monica that there was so much more to come. " Wha...Only if you don't mind being badly dominated later. " Monica would respond, referring specifically to an ass kicking, although knowing how much of a sex pest Clara was she might interpret it differently.