Felicity Elliot vs Blair Hamilton

[RJD]

Blair as she squirmed and put her best efforts into pleasing her opponent would be mounted perfectly by the black cat. Felicity's back curving enticingly as she leaned her hips forward and downward with all her weight, showing no mercy for her petite opponent as she roughly tucked her face, engulfing her features over and over again.

As well as being humiliating the another would also leave Blair pained and light headed, as the weight of her foe shifted rapidly atop her features, muscle and thickness bashing into Blair's face as Felicity rode atop and got gradually closer towards orgasm. Till at last the deed was done and Blair was buried under slick cum coated fleshp, helpless and defeated.

Blair cleaning the mess that her face had made, getting a pretty good taste of Felicity as she licked the panties to clean them. Meanwhile Felicity purred and clenched her hips, almost making Blair fear that she was going to go for a second lap before she luckily dismounted and stood overhead, the kitten looking awfully small and submissive between her legs.

Felicity looking strong and slick overhead as she tried to lure Blair to defy her, or just mocked the tamed wrestler. Either way the kitten was being completely made a full off, looking disheveled and almost like she had just been dragged through bushes compared to the shinning black cat.

" Y-you want a fight? " Blair would ask, surprised that Felicity didn't try to pressure her into giving up immediately. Blair still didn't want to lose, but her spirit had taken a mighty blow and she wasn't quite ready yet to fight back, physically or mentally.

The drained looking Scot being hoisted to her feet by Felicity, before immediately being Irish whipped to the nearest corner. Blair letting out a cry as she collided with the turnbuckle and almost slumping onto her rear, but luckily she instead managed to hook her arms around the top rope.

" N- not ready.. " Blair would quietly protest, likely as Felicity put the next step of her plan into action. The misty haired kitten trembling in anticipation as it was my the prospect of an easy win that gave Felicity her grin, but rather the opportunity to crush and dominate a much outclassed opponent.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity grinned, as she hoisted the lightweight little kitten off the mat to whip her for the corner. Felicity took a moment to look at Blair's face, enticed by the pathetic expression she saw.on her face. Blair looked beaten, broken. As if Felicity could have made her submit right then and there ... if doing more wasn't so much fun!

Felicity couldn't help but wince when she heard Blair's pathetic cry upon hitting the turnbuckle. She watched her kitten prostrate herself, draping her arms over the ring ropes and letting her body hang limply from the perch.

"Of course I want a fight, Blair," Felicity teased, raising an eyebrow and touching her bottom lip with her index finger. "We're wrestlers, aren't we? Don't you want to wrestle? Or do you just want to lie back and take it?"

The Black Cat wouldn't give Blair time to answer, already moving into her next move. Ready to show off some more, Felicity went forward. Her legs were still trembling a bit, not completely recovered from her ride over the Kitten's unwilling face, but Felicity hopes she still had the strength for her next move.

After a couple of steps, Felicity threw herself forward with hands extended. The catgirl went into a graceful, if slow, cartwheel across the ring. The fans got a good look at Felicity's body as she pulled herself long and lean, flipping toward the helpless Blair.

When Felicity came back to her feet, it was enough momentum that she could throw herself forward and hit the waiting Blair with a cross body block! Ample breasts landing square on Blair's little face, Felicity sandwiched the girl's entire head between her chest, Blair's nose poking right into the cat-shaped window in Felicity's top!

Instead of falling back, however, Felicity took two fistfuls of the top rope and held her position. She stepped the toes of one foot onto the bottom rope to support much of her weight, shifting from squishing Blair with her entire body to smothering her with the full weight of her ample chest.

"C'mon, Little Kitten," Felicity mocked, "aren't you gonna fight?" Smothering Blair, Felicity gave a pronounced, playful wink to the first row. Then, she began to shimmy her shoulders vigorously, smothering and pummeling the misty-haired Scot with her generous breasts while bouncing up and down on the ring ropes, seeing how long Blair might last before succumbing to her body and dropping onto her pert little bottom!

[RJD]

As Blair slammed into the corner and waited for her opponent to approach her she would be slammed with a troubling answer to her question. " L-lets wrestle then. " the kitten would mumble in response as her pride grabbed hold for a moment ago, although it was clear in her face she was still fearful of not just fighting back but also talking out of line. Felicity's slender finger resting upon Blair's lips till Felicity pulled back.

Felicity created some space between the two cats before doing a smooth graceful cartwheels which naturally transitioned into the big cat soaring through the air and colliding with Blair using all the momentum and weight to crush the poor lightweight.

Blair after being hit would let out a loud and muffled cry into Felicity's bare orbs, her nose being wedged between bare breasts due to the cat shaped window in the bikini. The beaten and dazed wrestler being overwhelmed by both the crushing pain In her body and the strong scent she picked up with her nose digging so deep into Felicity's valley.

Blair would feel her opponent's weight shifting downwards upon her as Felicity climbed the bottom ropes, her generous bust applying crushing pressure upon her features. Sweaty flesh squishing tightly onto Blair's face, sweat dripping onto her features as Felicity shimmied her shoulder and bounced, her orbs forcibly turning Blair's face from one side to the other as her orbs repeatedly bounced off her face.

Blair couldn't last long between her opponent's breasts, and within just a few moments she would be drained of energy and light headed. The misty haired Scot's arms wrapping around her foe's back. Then Blair would slide down into the corner, her hands also running down the back of Felicity's body until Blair ended up sitting helpless in the corner.

The misty haired Scot red faced, panting and her face glistening with sweat. Blair's eyes closing slightly every now and then as her body desperately wanted to recover and the lights overwhelmed her.

" Ugghh..." Blair would groan as she settled in the corner with her arms at her side, not even looking up at Felicity as she was absolutely dominated by her opponent.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity couldn't help but grin at Blair's mumble of "let's wrestle." The Black Cat was feeling like she'd recovered from her earlier setback, and was doing a more than adequate job of owning her cute little rival, now. Slamming into Blair had felt good, battering and pummeling her with her own buxom body while the fanboys watched, clearly marking the adorable little Scot as her pet.

Felicity let out another purr, as she felt Blair's delicate features get smothered in her ample breasts. Felicity was enjoying the chance to lord her more buxom body over her diminutive opponent, grinning wickedly as she made the she took full advantage of the difference between the Cat and the kitten. It was only a brief moment before Blair would drop to her little bottom, but Felicity milked it for all it was worth!

Felicity giggled as Blair finally dropped to the mat. "Aw, come on, Kitten!" Felicity giggled, "Surely you haven't had enough already?" Felicity shivered a little as she felt Blair's hands slide down her backside, feeling her opponent's fingers graze lightly across her back, then her ass, then down the length of her legs. Winking at the fans, Felicity's body gave a pronounced shudder of enjoyment, a chill going up her spine.

Despite the momentary distraction, though, Felicity had Blair exactly where she wanted her. With Blair sitting in the corner beneath her, it was nothing for Felicity to hop her feet off the ropes, tucking them up, and letting her ass fall hard into Blair's chest! Still gripping the rope, Felicity swung and bucked her body atop Blair, pummeling her with a humiliating Bronco buster!

Felicity threw her hair back over their shoulder, living it up as she rode her opponent's body once again, letting her thick ass come down on Blair's chest over and over again. The bronco buster was a move that wasn't unheard of in more competitive matches, but Felicity wanted to give this one an extra hint of humiliation, especially in the tone of everything she'd put Blair through before this.

When Felicity's ass came down on Blair's chest again, she hooked her legs around the ropes and thrust her hips hard at Blair's waiting face. Sure, she was riding the hard-suffering kitten yet again. This time, with the full weight of her body pounding the air out of Blair's tender chest, it would prove a much rougher ride! Felicity grinded her ass on Blair again, teasingly moving her crotch just inches from Blair's vulnerable face, taunting her with what could happen, from here ...

[RJD]

Blair as she was being smothered into the corner would take a moment to free herself from the another, face looking flushed as she slid down the corner and ran her hands down the back of her foe's back, something which seemed to entice the cat.

Felicity making sure to taunt Blair more, not settling for simply dominating the kitten, but instead ensuring that she would be fully present to answer embarrassing questions. " I- I can't move..." Blair would grumble out between pants, her small bust poking outwards and then receding as her chest heaved. The misty haired kitten being too exhausted to fight, and her body already pained by the big cat's assault.

Then in a very well thought out response Felicity would hop towards the ropes, hooking her legs in the bottom set and grasping the second ropes as her large bottom smacked hard into Blair's chest, immediately earning a sharp agonized whine from the misty haired wrestler as her bust was squashed.

Then Felicity would bounce again, crushing Blair under her weight a second time, and making her body go somewhat limp in the corner as she slumped into the corner.

The black cat repeating the process multiple times, before she altered her path with one specific bounce. Felicity thrusting her hips harshly into Blair, bashing her head into the canvas and rocking the poor Scot. Meanwhile the black cat's slick inner thighs and strongly scented crotch slammed into Blair's face, squishing her features before settling back onto her chest.

Rather than bouncing again Felicity opted to grind her fat bottom into Blair's petite chest, squishing her orbs and making it difficult for the smaller wrestler to breath. The misty haired Scot's eyes squinting and closing slightly from the pain as she hooked her hands around her opponent's thighs and tried to pry her thighs from atop her small frame, likely meeting little or no success.

[Luncha_Libre]

Once again, Felicity was having far too much fun riding poor, helpless Blair. The sensation of domination was a heady one, giving Felicity more of a head rush than the constant bouncing on her opponent's perky chest.

Felicity threw her hair back as she settled into grinding on Blair's chest. Her curvy behind rubbed and grinded on Blair's sensitive little chest, the Cat hoping she'd eventually start hearing some pained and pitiful moans from her cowed little kitten.

Felicity took hold of the middle rope with one hand, letting the other trail behind her. She placed a couple of fingers delicately on Blair's flat belly, tickling her slightly. Whatever she was doing now, it certainly wasn't a Bronco buster ...

"C'mon, little Kitten," Felicity teased, "you've got to have some fight left in you, right?" Looking down, however, Felicity realied that Blair was indeed fighting back, even if it wasn't in the most spirited way.

Felicity smirked at the sight of Blair's tiny hands on her thighs, tugging and pulling at her in a pitiful attempt to pry the Black Cat off. Other than rubbing Felicity's thighs vigorously, Blair didn't seem to be having much effect. But she amused Felicity, so there was that.

"Oh, Kitten!" Felicity said, in the same mock tone she'd affected earlier, when Blair was struggling against her, "N-not this! Oh no, you're throwing my poor body with your strength? Whatever can I do?" When Felicity finished her little melodrama, complete with an eye rolling head tilt and a hand clasped over her bare cleavage, the curvier woman then threw herself backward!

Felicity rolled off of Blair gracefully, somersaulting backward. "How can I respond to such strength? Oh! I know!" Rolling back up to her feet, Felicity dashed forward, before jumping up into a senton, a flipping dive that would plant her body on top of Blair yet again, this time with her generous ass smacking loudly into Blair's waiting face!

[RJD]

Blair wasn't the weakest wrestler, but she was fairly ineffective when put against someone with such a crippling height advantage over her, and unfortunately for the beaten kitten her opponent didn't see any need to be even slightly merciful towards her. While some wrestlers would see such unreserved dominance as at the very least a sign of respect since she held little back, Blair didn't care too much about her pride and just wanted the match to be over so she could pity herself and have a long relaxing bath.

Meanwhile Felicity was having a blast pounding Blair's chest with her hips with each bounce of her humiliating bronco buster, the kitten letting out pathetic cries and hooking her arms around her foe's bouncing hips as they crashed into her body over and over.

Then grasping the ropes with one hand Felicity would go from punishing Blair to mocking her once again, inquiring if the kitten was really going to just lay back and take it. Although embarrassingly enough the Scot had been trying to fight back, it just happened to be that her efforts were beyond pitiful.

Blair squirming and struggling in the corner as she felt her foe's fingers tickle her modest abs. The kitten intensifying her efforts to throw Felicity off of her, kicking her feet up in the corner and even nuzzling against Felicity's chest as she tried desperate to get free. Luckily for Blair she would eventually be freed, although not due to her own efforts.

Felicity once again embarrassing Blair will a dramatic make belief display of herself being on the receiving end of the desperate lightweight's comeback. Felicity gracefully rolling backwards as she continued to speak. the kitten wanted to interrupt her speech as she was on the edge of tears, wanting nothing more than to yell and scold her cruel foe, although currently she was too busy panting and trying to recover to do so.

Felicity's display then concluding with a cruel crushing of any hope Blair or the crowd could possibly have, the big cat dashing forward, leaping and letting her back and behind crash into the misty haired lightweight's tiny battered frame, back squishing her breasts while the big cat's thick behind and stern hips crashed into her skull, getting the likely desired reaction of a fleeting cry from the poor lightweight as she was completely rocked by the move.

If allowed to do so by her opponent Blair would proceed to crumble forward out of the corner, lying flat on her front with her chest sinking into the canvas. " Ughhhhh...mmnn..." Blair would grumble in pain, nuzzling the canvas and hardly moving for now.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity got herself comfortable, laying out on top of Blair. The larger cat gril had been enjoying her advantage for almost the entire match, and right now was no exception. Felicity opted to stretch from her perch, drawing her body long and lean as she extended her legs as far as they would go and clasped her hands up past her head.

Felicity let out a stifled moan as she did so, drawing a deep breath that made her cleavage press into the cat-shaped keyhole in her top. Her ass, meanwhile, would grind hard into poor Blair's face, "rubbing in" Felicity's dominance even more.

When the smaller girl once again began to squirm and writhe beneath her, Felicity would roll over and let her free. Felicity got onto all fours, and grinned wickedly as she looked over her shoulder at the suffering Blair. Felicity arched her back, stretching out any soreness that might have come from crashing down into her opponent's body, then bent her spine downward to stretch out her neck, lifting her head high and presenting her bum. Felicity wasn't feeling terribly threatened, and saw no harm in a little mid-match yoga.

"Getting tired, Little Kitten?" Felicity asked, without a hint of concern to her voice. Blair came crawling weakly out of the corner, looking like she was melting into the mat for a nap. "Did mean old Felicity just tucker you out?"

Felicity pushed herself off the mat, spinning around onto one knee. "I could do this all night," she said, grinning impishly, letting the very tip of her tongue dart out the corner of her mouth. Honestly, the Black Cat couldn't have hoped for a much more dominant first night in the ring. Sure, she had suffered through that first rough facesit of the night, but she had more than paid Blair back for that one. But at some point, maybe it would be time for all good things to come to an end ...

Besides, the longer Felicity let this go on, the chances of Blair pulling off some kind of upset still existed. To come this far, to talk this much smack and parade herself around this much, only to get rolled up or something, would cause enough shame to keep Felicity out of a wrestling ring for the rest of her life! No, if her Little Kitten was getting tired, maybe it was time to put her down for a nap.

Standing, Felicity reached down and took Blair by her cute, misty hair. Felicity's nails sank a bit into Blair's scalp, the Cat wanting to turn the screws to her opponent just a little bit more as she dragged the poor thing up to her feet. With a sharp jerk, Felicity pulled Blair toward the center of the ring, away from the ropes. Laying her opponent out, the Black Cat skipped over Blair's prone body, running toward the ropes. There, Felicity jumped up, pushing her feet against the ring ropes as she used them to launch herself backward. The Black Cat flew into the air, arching her spine upward as she flew up into a lionsault press that would, hopefully, bring her entire curvaceous figure crashing down onto Blair's prone body!

[RJD]

After battering Blair's head into the corner Felicity would partake in a long and refreshing full body stretch, which unfortunately for the kitten underneath meant that Felicity's rear would tease and her glutes would stretch against the lightweight's face. Blair being imensly embarrassed that she was in such a position where she was smothered so tightly she could tell what Felicity was doing overhead just from how her weight crushed the kittens features and from which angle her round bottom sunk into her face.

Blair's nose and lips being dragged by her opponent's cheeks as she then heavily grinded her rear into the kittens face.

Felicity eventually freeing Blair, who would immediately collapse out of the corner, shunning quietly in self pity. Meanwhile the larger wrestler would tease her even further.

" P- please...you win, I'll do anything..." Blair would weakly grumble, briefly lifting her head from the canvas, but staying down. The kitten neither being able to move or having the will power to do so if it caused Felicity to crush her more.

The misty haired wrestler seeing Felicity approach and staying completely docile as her tormentor approached, until Felicity grasped her by the hair and slowly dragged her up to her feet. The kitten letting out a quick yelp and groan as she stumbled tiredly up to her feet.

Blair then struggling to keep up as Felicity dragged her towards the middle of the ring by the hair, almost tripping over her own feet multiple times, and her limo body threatening to collapse if she wasn't physically forced to stand. The misty haired wrestler's eyes getting misty and the roots of her hair burning.

Then finally the big cat would lay the kitten to rest by placing her on the mat and stretching her out. Blair panting as Felicity ominously disappeared from view, almost passing out until she saw a large form suddenly blocking out the lights overhead, causing Blair's eyes to open wide just before the big cat completely crushed her with her heavy and curvy body.

Blair letting out a loud fleeting cry as she was squished, her body being held under her opponent's larger and even more sensual body. The misty haired wrestler desperately wanting mercy, and letting this be known as she tried to lick whatever body part was within reach of her face if any were. Blair even willing to portray her kitten nickname if it meant she didn't need to take another beating.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity loved taking to the air in her matches. At least, when it was safe to do so. Considering the current state of Blair, however, with her literally begging for mercy on the mat, Felicity didn't feel like sh ecould have been much safer. She could still feel the sensation of Blair's pert little body squirming and writhing beneath her, a memory that brought a grin to Felicity's lips.

So, when the Black Cat came crashing down on Blair, the impact felt much less draining. There was still some harm in coming down high onto her opponent- as well as some of the mat, given how much smaller her opponent was. "Hnn!" Felicity grunted, as her body sank into Blair's figure, squishing her against the ring.

Felicity lay there a moment, soaking in the sense of accomplishment of landing the move, and listening to Blair's breathing from on top. Felicity turned her head up crossed her ankles behind herself, and casually lay on top of Blair's body. The Cat planted her elbows onto the mat, cradling her cheeks against her palms, and gave a cocky wink to the fans. Felicity's playfully cocky facade was cut short, though, when she felt a weird, wet sensation on her arm!

"Oooh!" Felicity said, giggling involuntarily. Looking down, she could see Blair, her little head lazily lilted toward her arm, gently lapping at her with her tongue! "Oh-ho!" Felicity exclaimed, pleasantly shocked at what she was seeing.

"Well, Little Kitten, what have we here?" Felicity asked, grinning from ear to ear. "Is my Little Kitten trying to make it up to me? You've been pretty naughty, up to now ..." Felicity kept her arm in reach of Blair's darting little tongue for a moment, feeling the soft, wet thing flicker across her bare arm for a moment.

Then, she shifted. Pivoting off her tummy, Felicity swung herself over so that she was lying atop Blair, her ample chest shoved up into the Kitten's face. Felicity propped her face up on her hands once again, her elbows planted against the ring mat to frame Blair's chest, and keep her trapped. If the catgirl took a moment's break from licking Felicity's tender flesh, especially now that her ample breasts were pressing lightly up toward Blair's waiting tongue, she would push her around a little bit, until the licking action resumed.

Felicity kicked her feet up at the knees, crossing her ankles, making herself comfortable. She grinned wickedly down at Blair, enjoying her position more and more with every minute. Felicity studied Blair's face with wide, attentive eyes, wanting to see every moment of misery now that it seemed she had broken down the cute little cat girl.

"Is my poor Little Kitten done playing tough?" Felicity teased, "is she ready to give up? Is she sorry for upsetting me? Does she just want to be a good little kitten, now? You're not a tough fighter, are you? You're my weak Little Kitten ... now say it!" The crowd watched the display in stunned silence, while Felicity blushed a soft pink. She grinned, enjoying her ownership of Blair, and the sensation of her soft tongue sliding across her sensitive breasts, with the entire arena watching!