Felicity Elliot vs Blair Hamilton

[RJD]

Blair at this point had given up on winning and so there was little dread to be found in her defeat itself. However the shameful and teasing manner in which the kitten was being dominated would certainly leave a sour taste, and the cruelty of her opponent who at this point was just entirely playing with her crushed rival.

While Felicity likely was pained from her landing Blair would be even moreso, crushed under the bigger woman's frame and pinned under her for a moment as the big cat just leisurely lay atop her, soaking in her own display of dominance and tormenting Blair's poor fans before something suddenly caught her attention. The kitten blushing as she heard the mix of entertainment and surprise in Felicity's voice as she reacted to Blair submissively licking her arm, which just happened to be the closest body part to her.

The black cat for a moment seemed to give Blair a rest from her humiliating antics seeing as the kitten herself was now the source of her own embarrassment, but of course the predatory Felicity was curious to just what extent she could control the dominated lightweight underneath her.

Felicity shifting her weight and stretching out her body as she re-positioned herself atop Blair, letting her large orbs press gently into the kitten's blushing adorable face. Even many Blair fans starting to get drawn into the dominant display before them.

Blair had naturally halted her licking once her opponent had changed positions, but it wouldn't take long for Felicity to signal to her to start again, the black cat would shimmy atop Blair and press her weight forwards, causing her nipple to graze the kitten's locked lips and squishing one of her large orbs into the lightweight's closest cheek. The kitten blushing as she realised what she was meant to do, and with just a slight bit of hesitation she would close her eyes to try and alleviate the shame of what she was about to do before parting her lips and peacefully lapping at Felicity's breasts, nipples, and cleavage. The Scot blushing as she could taste sweat against her tongue and as she moved close to commence her licking she would be overwhelmed by the big cat's natural scent.

Felicity would then torment Blair yet again, the kitten at this point ready to say whatever she had to, but of course she hoped she didn't have to give the whole speech, although at the same time she was nervous of what her opponent would do if she botched her apology.

" I-I'm not a tough fighter. I'm you're...weak little kitten " the misty haired wrestler would say, eyes slightly wet as on the biggest stage of her career she was tamed by the larger cat, being thoroughly dominated and unfortunately not being allowed to leave the ring with even an ounce of her pride in tact. Blair's eyes being open as she made her apology, trying to look up at Felicity, but finding it hard to keep her eyes where they were meant to be considering the big cat's sadistic smile looking down on her.

[Luncha_Libre]

"Mmmhmmmm," Felicity purred, feeling Blair's wet tongue massage her sensitive breasts. The Black Cat was grinning ear to ear as she rubbed in her domination of Blair. She'd wanted to break the girl down, to see how far she could take the little kitten, and Blair did not disappoint. On top of that, little Blair was doing an excellent job pleasuring her, sending chills up and down Felicity's spine as she felt the gentle lapping against her soft, tender breasts. Many of the fans were in stunned silence at Blair's weakly delivered, pathetic admission of dominance. Felicity's grin only widened, as she looked out into an arena of shocked faces.

Awkwardly, the referee approached. Felicity realized then that this could technically be a pinfall. With a smirk, still rubbing her generous breasts against Blair's face, Felicity watched with her head titled slightly as the ref came down, and started a count.

"ONE!" The ref called out, watching the two women laid out on the mat. Felicity showed no reaction, only watched wide-eyed as the ref continued her work. She also kept an ear on Blair, wanting to hear every pathetic word and mewling whimper from her victim.

"TWO!" The ref seemed confused, surprised by the lack of urgency from Felicity as the awkward pin count continued. Felicity simply lay there, face and chest blushing pink, as she continued to enjoy herself. Finally, with great reluctance, Felicity took Blair behind the neck and pulled her partially off the mat, breaking up the non-pin-attempt. If Blair was hoping that things were over, she would be disappointed.

"Not yet," Felicity said, "not like this!" Felicity then sat up, straddling Blair for a moment. Felicity mushed Blair's face against her bosom once more, trying to keep her from breathing until she could get into position. Quickly, Felicity shifted around Blair's body, wrapping her warm thighs around Blair's body as she shifted position behind the poor girl. Felicity then took her position seated behind Blair, legs wrapped firmly around her waist and her arms locked around Blair's throat. In position for a sleeperhold, but not quite there, yet.

"Okay, Little Kitten," Felicity purred in the misty-haired Scot's ear, "I think it's almost time for a Little Kitten nap. But, how you get there depends on if you're good. Now," Felicity tightened her grip around both Blair's neck, and her abs, "I want you to tell these nice people, as loud as you can, who kicked your ass, and whose bitch you are!" Felicity had loved hearing Blair's voice before, but this would simply be the icing on the cake. Not to mention give a hell of a moment for Felicity's big, LAW debut!

"Do a good job, and this doesn't have to hurt. Much. Can you do that little kitten? Put some effort in, Kitten, you've got a lot riding on this!" Felicity pulled her body tight up against Blair, emphasizing the size difference between the two women as the Black Cat threatened to almost engulf her victim.

[RJD]

Blair would try to separate herself from the moment as much as possible while she worshipped the bog cats chest, Felicity's heavy breathed purring made it difficult for her to do so though. The misty haired light weight being constantly reminded of the effects her humiliation was having on her stronger foe. The Scot admitting her complete defeat as she drag her her lips and tongue along her foe's cleavage and bosom.

Soon enough the ref would begin to count the pin, bringing Blair at least some relief as she let out a slight tension releasing sigh. Although considering the fact that Blair's cute face was consistently being squished against and between her opponent's ample round breasts the misty haired lightweight's relief would be greatly limited. Blair's panting was becoming louder as she could breath, but still had to really put in some effort to do so.

Blair would then hear the second count and would be ready to accept her defeat, even in such humiliating fashion. Unfortunately for the kitten though Felicity had a sudden change of heart and decided to continue Blair's torment, lifting her head from the mat to break the pin, and crushing the kittens hopes of crawling backstage and taking a nap.

Felicity suddenly pulling Blair's face into her bosom again as she forced the light weight into a sitting position and broke her embrace only to grapple the kitten from behind. " Maeww n-nooo..." Blair would grumble out as she felt her opponent's arms tightly constrict her neck while the bigger woman's long legs wrapped around and squeezed her sides.

Blair would naturally squirm even as she heard her opponent's command, struggling fruitlessly as her body sank backwards into her foe's larger and more curved frame.

Felicity pulling Blair tightly against her own body ad she intensified her grip on the kitten's neck and increased the pressure of her scissor, all while advising Blair to do what she said. The kitten blushing and letting out a feminine cry as she was squeezed by her opponent, before trying to bare through the pain enough to fulfil her command.

" Y- you...kicked my ass. I'm your little bitch... P-please be gentle m-mistress. " Blair would struggle to say, tears forming on her eyes and her face going as red as a tomato as she went above and beyond her order. Blair desperately not wanting to suffer any more cruelty due to not satisfying her sadistic opponent.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity felt warm and, above all, strong, as she cuddled Blair's body snugly against her. The constant licking and nuzzling from the kitten kept Felicity purring warmly, bringing a warm blush to her face as she absorbed every sensation of Blair's tongue against her sensitive flesh. Felicity was loving every moment of this, feeling heat radiating out from her body as she continued to smother the Scottish girl beneath her, even as she prepared to put an end to tonight's entertainment.

Rolling over, tucking Blair against her curvy body, Felicity readied heself to lock in the sleeperhold. Blair's misery had been delicious, thus far, but all good things had to come to an end. Felicity had spent all night playing with and teasing her prey. Now, grinning ear to ear, Felicity was poised to devour her. Rolling onto her side, Felicity wrapped her legs around Blair's core and prepared herself to squeeze.

Felicity's thick thighs coiled around Blair, as she waited for the poor, misty-haired Scot to beg. Felicity locked in the sleeperhold, her arms tucking firmly around Blair's neck without closing in on her. Not quite yet, at least. Instead, Felicity let Blair's head rest against her ample bosom, and waited for the pathetic mewling to start.

As Blair's begging began, Felicity couldn't help but flash a wicked grin. "Mmmmhm," Felicity purred, as Blair asked her to be gentle. Despite everything that had happened, Felicity couldn't help but recall how Blair had ridden her face, fucked Felicity to total humiliation in the center of the ring earlier in the match. Now, the Scot was at her mercy, and Felicity wanted to make certain that this was exactly what the fans would remember, when the match was over.

"I did kick your ass, didn't I, little kitten?" Felicity said, as her arms started to slowly coil around Blair's neck. "Tell me more," Felicity demanded, "I want to hear my little kitten beg, before she gets to take a nap!"

Despite this, however, Felicity tightened her toned arms around Blair's slender neck. Slowly at first, but with more force as time went on. Felicity wanted to choke air out of Blair's throat with every word that the cat girl uttered, so she waited for Blair's begging to continue. The sleeperhold would only tighten slowly, Felicity waiting and milking the moment for everything it was worth, as she tightened the noose around Blair's neck!

Felicity grinned. She wanted to hear Blair beg more, as the end approached, but she also wanted to put an end to this. More and more, Felicity would choke Blair out, not letting up until she could feel the limber little Scot Kitten go under, in her grip!

[RJD]

Blair for a moment felt slightly relaxed by her opponent's purring, leading the lightweight to think that perhaps she was going to get off the hook for her early rebellious actions if she continued sucking up. The kitten being forced to nuzzle further against her opponent's larger and more curved frame, almost serving as the big cat's little spoon. Although it didn't take long for Felicity to crush the misty haired lightweight's hopes as she locked in the sleeper hold but didn't yet squeeze, meanwhile her long legs would stretch out before twisting around Blair's slim sides.

For a moment Blair was silent moreso from fear than any real thoughts of rebellion, but eventually she opted to speak after being commanded to do so by her controlling opponent. " Y-You did..." Blair would weakly mumble out, at this point the kitten realising that she was likely going to be knocked out regardless since otherwise she would be free of this hold by now, but regardless that little piece of illogical hope was still waiting to be wisped away in the whirlwind of despair that was imminent.

Any false hopes were crushed as Felicity slowly squeezed Blair within her grasp, with both her legs and arms, constricting the woman around the neck and ribs which made it increasingly difficult to breath. At first the lightweight would naturally struggle somewhat wildly, although her opponent's large body mixed with her secure hold would stop her from doing any real damage or showing any threat of escape. Blair would let out a few last grumbles, groans and mews as she pawed and even slightly clawed at her opponent's arm to no success, her struggles slowly dying down while her face went red.

Then in just a few moments Blair's eyes would slowly start to close, and as they did her body weight would press down against her opponent's more as she went limp. The match ending with the humiliated kitten going limp against her opponent's body, weakly sinking into the sensual frame of her dominatrix as the ref called for the bell to be rung, as the crowd were left with a bitter taste in their mouth about the decisive conclusion of the match.

[Luncha_Libre]

Felicity held Blair tight against herself, as she felt the poor young woman's squirms and struggles slowly die down. "Shh, shhhh," Felicity whispered gently into Blair's ear. The Black Cat wouldn't release any of the tension in her arms as she kept in the hold, but she tried to give the impression of gently lulling her poor Little Kitten to sleep.

With Blair's admission of defeat, Felicity let out a loud, rumbling, purr-like noise from the depths of her chest. Her ample bosom vibrated softly against Blair's slender back, while her arms and legs engulfed the poor girl. The sensation was delicious for Felicity, feeling like she'd come away from her earlier humiliation with a vengeance. She owned the Little Kitten, now, and under her domination the poor misty-haired Scot was totally in her power.

Suddenly, Blair seemed to fight back to life. The poor girl's arms and legs kicked and bucked, and the crowd flared up, hoping to see the plucky cat girl fight her way back from the brink! Felicity tightened her grip, massaging Blair's back with her warm, buxom body, and rode out her resistance. Felicity licked her lip, relishing the feeling of Blair's body struggling, faltering, and finally going limp in her arms. She felt Blair's body go limp, sinking into her, and Felicity knew that she owned the poor girl, in that moment.

"That's my Little Kitten," Felicity purred, giving the girl one final lick of the cheek as the fire in her eyes went out. In moments, the ref was calling for the bell and signalling the end of the match. Felicity released Blair slowly, gently, to the mat. Standing to have her hand raised by the referee, Felicity spread her legs across Blair's body, presenting her freshly caught prey to the fans, who showered her in boo's for her abuse of the poor Scot girl.

Hearing the angered shouts of the fans, Felicity grinned. With a cheshire grin, Felicity bent over at the waist, and hooked her arms around Blair, just beneath her chest. Hugging the girl's body tightly, bending at the knees as she took hold of the smaller body. Felicity pulled the limp lightweight up, and hoisted Blair's seemingly lifeless body over her shoulder. Felicity gave a light grunt at lifting that dead weight, but didn't let that dim her grin at all. Ignoring the ref's protests, Felicity massaged Blair's bottom, prepping her for a hard spank, then carried the poor girl out of the ring, ducking between the top and middle rope to carry her out to the ramp. The jeers of the fans intensified as Felicity carried her new "trophy" backstage, giving a wink to the fans as she left them to speculate as to what Felicity was going to do with Blair, to celebrate her win ...


Winner via submission: Felicity Elliot