Chulya Makarovna (D) vs Natasha Loclear - Guerre D'amour

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Match Type: Cavalier's Castle

The match takes place in the derelict dungeon of a medieval castle. There are no disqualifications or holds barred. The room contains two sets of breakable handcuffs. Both characters have chosen to start nude.

Victory is only acquired through two conditions:
Sedate: Knockout via orgasm
Submit: Verbal submission only

Partial Victory: 1/2 Conditions fulfilled. Winner is allowed post-match punishment with the use of a set of unbreakable chains attached to the dungeon's wall.
Complete Victory: 2/2 Conditions fulfilled. On top of partial victory's benefits, complete victory forces the loser to become a POW of the winner for the duration of 1 week.

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It could be described as a clandestine clash in the dawn of a rainy night. The abandoned castle lay silent as there would only be two individuals present for the imminent war of love. An aged building was the site for century-old conflicts and bloodshed. This time around however, the impending conflict wouldn't be fought with blade of a sword. The combatants would instead be spilling a different kind of viscous pulp. As cold as the outside had been, the sparks of the sexual battlefield was certain to ignite a flame in the dungeon that beckoned both belligerents.

Chulya walked the lone hallway with an ostentatious sway of the hips in clear indication of her present mood. It was all she ever wanted for this momentous occassion. Her debut was to require the highest of regal stages attuned to her cultured palate, which would only befit someone as perfect as herself, not that anyone was equal or greater off course. The Russian beauty entered the dim-lit room where only the rain's heightening downpour and her footsteps onto the floor ostended any sound. She looked around the dungeon room's stone-cold walls and the wooden flooring underneath her boots. The only source of faint light was a lone window overlooking the foggy mist, cruelly marked by iron bars that would remind any prisoner of their desolate circumstance.

A smirk appeared on the woman's face however, as she glanced towards the hanging wall chains for the opponent's after-match leisure, and the solitary prison bed which had handcuffs attached to each post. Erotic impulses swelled into the vixen's mind imagining what she would do to the victim that would wind up under her wrath, Natasha Loclear.

The ideal debut also required the ideal opponent, someone perfectly enjoyable inside out, and Chulya had no hesitation in taking up a duel with her half-compatriot Natasha. The cavalier figured she had alot in common with the fellow bluenette. Both were sensual beasts trained in the art of sex and combat alike using their looks as well as wits to win over adversity. The thought of going toe-to-toe with an illustrious foe welled up natural excitement, even moreso the chance to capture its magnificence. To put a supposed equivalent in her place and conquering their body for her own sadistic pleasures was deeply enticing.

For now her clothes remained on, a visor cap paired with a great white military jacket which conveniently had cutout for a cleavage that appeared to burst out. Matched with her pantyhose and heel boots, she wouldn't be keeping on the attire as they both agreed to begin the duel nude. However, the vixen planned to keep herself veiled, only revealing in full once this planned fucktoy would arrive.

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There were two thoughts running through the mind of Natasha Loclear as she passed through the main doors to the abandoned castle, having been directed where to go by the LAW staff who had set up inside the main hall. First was that she really needed to get in touch with whomever did their location scouting and get them to work for her family's business as a real estate consultant. But the second was that she couldn't wait to reach the dungeon and see just what sort of wild night lay ahead of her. Prisoner of War matches had never really been an interest for the Frenchwoman but after seeing pictures of who she would be fighting, a gorgeous fellow blunette, and seeing the location she just couldn't let such a big event pass her by.

A spectacle like this match was bound to get people talking and given that Natasha wanted nothing more than to make the sexual division of LAW rise to the level of having its own big PPV, this was an opportunity she couldn't turn down. Plus if she won she got to have the bombshell Chulya all to herself...if she lost, well Natasha just wasn't going to focus on that what if. Instead her mind wandered as she walked those cold stone halls, imagining how hard it had to be raining now for her to hear it even through the thick castle walls, a thought that put a smile on her face.

Natasha found the dungeon without much trouble, only having to backtrack once when she missed the spiral stairs down, and when she stepped into the room itself Chulya would see a comfortably dressed Natasha eagerly looking her way. She had gone a different direction when it came to her temporary clothing, the tight fitted leggings and pull over hoodie presenting a stark contrast with the military style uniform.

"Well didn't you come dressed to impress~" Natasha eyed Chulya up and down until a shiver ran through her as cool air blew in from the window. She shook it off of course, a little damp air wasn't going to bother her, but Chulya would notice the bare underside of Natasha's breasts for just a brief moment as she leaned back for a quick stretch. It seemed the woman wasn't wearing anything underneath her casual attire. "You know I've been in a fair number of castles back home, but putting one of their dungeons to good use like this will be a happy first."

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Chulya liked what she saw. How could she not? The half French-Russian woman was even more of a world wonder than the pictures could even try to show. The lovely body Natasha must've possessed, just waiting to be revealed from under those blue veilings that were a match to the color of her luscious hair. The avant-garde beauty presented herself well and reminded Chulya that she was in for an absolute treat. The mind and body alike was eager. Eyes tunneled in on this soon-to-be opponent which brought about an exciting image of the breathtaking foe chained to the dungeon wall, beaten and left all to the femme fatale's hand. This was going to be fun, Chulya affirmed to herself.

With Natasha looking her way, the Russian would stride towards the other bluenette in the room. Arm on one hip as she casually made way in the direction of this illustrious foe. The vixen would resign her mindless excitment to an outward relaxed stance, but stewed with this devious closed smug.

"This will be my first time in this wonderful novelty as well. Off course..." Chulya didn't finish her sentence before the distance between the two completely closed. Her largely bare cleavage snuggled up in a squish against the garmented breasts of the present Venus. A hand would wrap around the Frenchwoman's derriere before giving it a playful easy grip even as it remained locked away by the tight leggings. Face-to-face the two belligerents of the night were at.

"..you will also be my own happy first, Miss Loclear." She giggled and then brought her head even closer to the bluenette. "I have alot in mind for what I want to do to you tonight" Soft-spoken yet equally mischievious and assertive in a phrase that hinted at what Chulya's debauched intentions were.

The debutant's hand that planted on Natasha's rear now pulled on her tight-fit leggings. "Though, we won't be able to get things going so long as these are on hm?~"

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Natasha hadn't been bothered by the looks she received since she had stepped into this world of thrill seeking, competition, and of course sex...but the way Chulya was looking at her made Natasha feel as if she might just pounce onto her before the match had even begun. Normally that kind of lust would be a point in the Frenchwoman's favor, but considering the rather unique stipulations of this match she wasn't quite so sure. At the very least she got the feeling Chulya would be aggressive and with a glance over to the chains hanging from the wall Natasha was reminded of what would happen to whomever was overwhelmed. It was as good a reason as any to be as enthused for the fight as Chulya was and Natasha couldn't help but feel much the same way.

"Then we can take one another's castle virginity then~" Natasha called out just loud enough to hear a faint echo of her voice upon the cold stone walls, the woman giggling at this little spot of fun while her eyes went back to scanning the room just to play with Chulya's head a little. Her gaze would not linger on their surroundings for long however as she turned to face her soon to be rival when the woman came so close their large busts met with a soft press. But as if that wasn't bold enough Chulya reached around and grabbed hold of Natasha's ass, eliciting a wide-eyed look from the Frenchwoman as she stared back with a devious glint in her eyes.

"Your first?" The question was spoken with a slight tilt of her head and with a amused grin upon her lips, Natasha bringing up a hand to caress Chulya's cheek and brush her thumb along the other blunette's soft lips. "Having dreams is good, but perhaps you should focus on what you'll do to me before either of us gets chained up?" As she spoke Natasha leaned further against Chulya, forcing their breasts to spread outward a little as she upped the pressure between their tits.

"And funny, I was thinking much the same about your sexy little number. I do love the uniform look but its whats beneath that i can't wait to get my hands on tonight~" With that said Natasha would steal herself a quick kiss and then push her hands against Chulya's breasts to make some space between them. Then with a wink she reached down to the bottom of her comfortable top and slowly pulled it upwards, her hips swaying from side to side in a sultry dance all the while as she tugged the garment up and over her head to reveal her bouncy breasts. The dance would continue only now Natasha hooked her thumbs under the hem of her leggings and rolled them downwards, Natasha bending over to give Chulya quite the view as she stripped the rest of the way and cast them aside.

"Better I think, don't you?" Asked the now very naked Natasha, her hair remained tied into the ponytail but besides that small loop of fabric Natasha was exposed to the hungry eyes of her opponent.

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The Russian debutant was heartily enjoying the show her half-compatriot put on. The flirts and quick kiss of their lips made Chulya feel that little extra warmth. Seperating the distance she could watch her rival getting into the true match 'attire.' She grinned as Natasha's hips swayed with a sexy allure. Articles of clothing were stripped off one by one. What once was only bare midriff now included bare breasts. Their bouncing charm enhanced a playable quality in Chulya's lechered eyes. Whilst certainly not comparable to her own, she still entertained the idea of getting "personal' with the plush pair. Perhaps there could be an unspoken challenge to test if the rival set could go tit-for-tit with hers.

No doubt, Chulya was enticed by the rest of the ponytail bluenette's freed nubile body as well. Noteworthy ridges outlined the girl's fit tummy that amplified the tones and flat taut succulence. She needed to get her hands on those thick plump curves. It was a drooling site in Chulya's mind, which wrought out a playful giggle.

"Much better~" Chulya purred in agreement. "And I take you looked forward to this.." Her visor cap was casually tossed to the side, gloves were stripped off, and collars unbuttoned. The white coat was loosened and unveiled to expose the statue of the Cavalier's body. The middleweight's mounds now burst out from their chambers with its perk nudity in full view of another voluptuous pair. Chest and stomach moved with every deepening breath. Natasha could perceive how Chulya's nipples were stiff and already sharp, the obvious sign of someone's carnal desire. The Russian's coat rolled off to make way for her arms to begin stripping of her pants and stockings to leave nothing to imagination.

"Feast your eyes. The body of you'll love on this raining night. You won't find anything better, Miss Loclear.~" Chulya leered, taking a visible glance at the insinuating bondage traps of the room. Then, she stepped closer with bare feet sliding across the dungeon floor, the chilled breeze providing a slight brisk an otherwise warmed up figure. Face-to-face with Natasha, one breast squished into one of the opponent's and her hands ran through the skin on the beautiful figure. A grip of the ass calling back to earlier, and another set of fingers ran through Natasha's wonderful belly. The Russian beauty leaned in, leaving a crazed stare deep into the rain.

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Natasha's eyes followed the course of the hat as it sailed through the air like a discus, curving through the air before ultimately landing almost too perfectly upon an unlit torch mounted to the wall by the door. "I've heard of hanging a sock on the door, but never a hat upon a torch~" She couldn't help but giggle at her jest, lips parting to say yet more only for Natasha to go silent as she turned back to Chulya just in time to watch the woman's boobs burst free from the coat that now pooled upon the floor. It was a delectable sight, one that had Natasha nibbling upon her bottom lip while curling a lock of her blue hair around her finger, both clear signs of her still rising desire.

"Well the cat in me would say that the only better body to be found on this rainy night is my own, but neither of us would be here if we weren't lusting after the other, so why bother hiding our interest?" Natasha put the question to the woman who would be her source of unbridled joy this evening, her mind already racing with ideas of how to put the various contraptions within the dungeon to good use. She spared only quick glances at the array of tantalizing options around them though as her eyes never left Chulya for more than a couple heart beats, so caught up in drinking in every tasty inch that she said nothing as Chulya pressed against her.

The softness of the other woman's chest as it pressed in upon her own, the soft bite of the rock hard nipples as they brushed against her own, and the nice squeeze of Natasha's ass all together drew a sharp groan from the blunette's lips. "I'd suggest we take our time, but I'm far too hungry for that!" As soon as the words left her lips Natasha crouched down a few inches while reaching around Chulya's waist to firmly grip her by the ass, pulling the woman against her while she thrust her tits up against the soft underside of the rival pair. Her lips would seek out the other's neck, moaning against the tender flesh while she kissed and suckled with great enthusiasm.

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Off course, the sensual debutant was fighting on this rainy night at this derelict sex dungeon for the opportunity to get down with this stunning aristocratic aphrodite. Yet, for Chulya, that only described half the story when hearing Natasha's honest words. The Russian with the lighter shade of blue had far more devious intentions. This was not a simple night out for her, but a chance to rail one of LAW's most delicious fighters and rising stars. She had no intention of this being a clean slate, or atleast however clean one could get in a fight centered around sex. Chulya wanted to make a spectacle with turning her illustrious adversary into a leaking unconscious mess. To fuck the nethers of her opponent's nubile body and turn Natasha into a humiliated mess pegged into submissive sedation. It would only get even raunchier once she claimed the prized body for herself.

She lightly shared the pleasure in the feeling of her undersides now taking a poke from Natasha's own solidifed nips. Neck took the passionate drain of her opponent's lips, the sucking and moaning providing the various sensations that Chulya greatly enjoyed. Such an experience early on was example of the sensual power of Natasha, which would make Chulya's victory all the more sweet.

"Ooh you're good baby..~" She cooed as the fellow bluenette felt her plump receiving a full grip. "Just as I would've expected~."

Chulya's hands would grab and pull at her opponent's wrists to pry them off, looking to keep them at an even height. Tits would push in, sharp and erect nipples stabbing into doughy flesh. She looked to use her familiarity with the breast and her meaty curves to give Natasha an overwhelming enjoyment, a simple way to get the prey all hot and bothered. Rub, rub, tits mushroomed and ran in circles around her opponent's sizable pair. At the same time, Chulya would keep drifting them closer to the wind, closer to the bed with hand-cuffs, already looking to make good ground.

"How do you like the feel of my girls poking yours~?" Low-pitch, a slight boast and confidence in her words, Chulya almost wanted to lure her into something.