Kaguya Shinjuin vs Shimmerlace - Hardcore Bitchmaker Match

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kuromaru looked at her impressive mistress who was taking care of her opponent. Kaguya looked so soft and sensual as she caressed Shimmerlace's cheek but the maid knew that it was a false impression, that Kaguya's true face would show itself right after her slap and as she had imagined, This did not please the pinkette at all.

"Mmmh...Lady Kaguya..."

Kuromaru was a little embarrassed by Shimmerlace's friction, her face turned slightly red while Kaguya continued to assert her dominance, seeing what her opponent was trying to do who seemed to know her maid's weak points. She still decided to give a little order to her maid so that she could endure

"Hold on Kuro."

"Mmmh...I'll do my best for you...!"

Kaguya turned towards her opponent once again and sighed looking at her angry expression. Her threat didn't seem to work so it was necessary to show that she was not there to have fun but to finish this match.

Kaguya's hands touch Shimmerlace's thighs, searching for the leash. She pressed rather hard on the pinkette's body, wanting to see if there was a hidden pocket or simply if she hadn't hidden the leash between two pieces of clothing. She moved her hands up when she found nothing at the level of the thighs, now looking at the level of the hips and the intimacy of Shimmerlace.

The ojou's fingers continued to press sensually against Shimmerlace's skin and although she seemed softer when her fingers passed over her intimacy, they were a little more violent and brutal when they passed over one of the numerous injuries on the pinkette's body, to believe that it was done on purpose.

Still finding nothing, Kaguya's fingers continued to wander up her opponent's body little by little, now passing over the pelvis, the stomach and were now heading towards the chest.

[Malkavia]

Thank Feydwer in her gossamer undergarments Kaguya didn't start with Shimmer's boots.

Shimmerlace cackled, grinning as Kaguya groped her legs. All the rage she'd felt moments prior seemed to have evaporated...now that her opponent's attention was settled appropriately back on the fairy's figure.

"Oi!" She twisted. She squirmed. She jerked and rolled and kicked, aiming to make Kaguya's impromptu little patdown as difficult as possible...while shifting a few hot-ticket items hidden in her skirt just out of the ojou's touch. "That fuckin' tickles. Listen short stop. Liiiiiisten..."

Kaguya had reached Shimmerlace's navel. A very dangerous position for a variety of reasons, not least of which being the light blush that colored the fairy's throat, and the way her heart fluttered in her chest. It took a concentrated effort to keep a nervous moan out of her throat—but it wouldn't do to show weakness here. Shimmerlace's voice hardened.

"Listen. You're not gonna find it. But." Shimmerlace heaved, groaning as she bucked against Kuromaru's weight...and fell, gasping for breath. "...I'm...not gettin' out. So, eh. Impasse, yeah? Look." The Feychild licked her lips, crooking her head in an owlish expression, glancing with wide eyes between Ojou and servant. "I dunno if you know this about fair folk. But. We like ourselves a good deal. A hearty bargain. So...pause with your ticklin' and rubbin' for a tic and Eh. Parley with your Seelie Maitre."

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya's fingers continued to tickle her opponent's body while pressing sensually against the pinkette's soft skin when it was necessary to search her more deeply in quite sensitive places. This was not a search done by a brute capable of tearing clothes just to search behind the clothes, it was a much more pleasant search and it was done on purpose to impact the pinkette mentally.

While she was about to attack her opponent's chest, Kaguya was interrupted orally by her opponent who was trying to save time by proposing something to the mistress. Kaguya was perhaps too gentle with her opponent in her last seconds, it seems that the Shimmerlace has forgotten the cruelty of the ojou.

But in a way, it seemed to work. Kaguya removed her hands from her opponent's body and stood up, sighing with an exasperated air, moving away from her opponent as if she had just accepted her opponent's proposal by pausing on this search which had not not conclusive at the moment. Kuromaru found herself a little disturbed by the latest from her mistress, wondering if Kaguya had really just accepted this proposition.

"Kaguya-sama..."

“Shush.”

Kuromaru remained unmoved by this rather cold response but she understood what it meant. The ojou bent down slightly to grab something from the ground and stood up, sighing in pain because of the wounds on her stomach. She moved towards Shimmerlace again but with her staff in hand, it was a rather strange weapon and Kaguya was not used to handling this kind of thing.

She simply plants the tip of the stick against her opponent's cheek and looks down on her with contempt while remaining threatening.

"You think I'm going to agree to such a stupid deal? Give it to me right now or I'll make you unrecognizable."

[Malkavia]

Ah yeah, the staff. Thistle's staff. Thistle's Thorns. She'd really been hoping Kaguya had forgotten about that one. Our Feychild made a habit of doing that sort of thing, of blasting ahead on whatever tide seemed most spectacular and hoping all the details in the wake would sort themselves. But alas—the fuckin' staff.

"Yeah, eh..." The tip brandished in Shimmerlace's face was a bouquet of steel roses, which Shimmer had personally slapped haphazardly with a layer of unprimed pink paint. A mesh of barbed-wire and razor-wire ribbons tied the bundle together. Between its heft and sharp edges, this was the type of weapon that didn't require a weapon master's proficiency to do its bloody work.

Plan B it was then. Shimmerlace heaved in a breath, struggle though it was against the weight of Kuromaru on her chest.

"So." Shimmerlace's eyes narrowed. A rose hung mere inches from her snout, and her look shifted from that focal point up to Kaguya's face. "Thistle's Thorns there is mine, cunt. I made that fuckin'...dew-drop transparent." Internally, Shimmerlace steeled her gut, chilled her eyes, and focused her mind. This was about to hurt. "And you think after getting your grubby fingers on that, I'm gonna capitulate to the pissant what needed rescuing by the tear-streaked tubby toddler up there? Naaaah." Shimmerlace shook her head. She wanted to spit, but her tongue had turned bone dry, so she settled for a sneer. "Eat shit."

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kaguya was in a position of advantage and was going to sacrifice that advantage for nothing in the world. She knew the frustration of losing your entire advantage in the snap of a finger and didn't want to feel that loss again. She wasn't going to give in to her opponent's whims, even if the pinkette had a reason to be so hostile towards Kaguya even if she was threatened.

Even though the ojou was heartless and merciless in the face of Shimmerlace, the latter still did not give up. Worse, she continued to provoke the mistress and insult her. It was too much, Kaguya was starting to lose patience and had finished having fun with her opponent a long time ago. She lifted her opponent's staff and planted it on her opponent's upper back, leaning lightly on it.

"You're starting to piss me off, kid! Give me the fucking leash so I can finish this fucking match!!"

Kaguya's anger could be seen on her face, she made a very hideous face compared to what she was used to showing, in addition to having her hair tangled which gave her a rather wild side, in addition to the blood, sweat and dry pink dust of her opponent that was still on her body and face.

"Lady Kaguya...! Lady Kaguya!..."

Kuromaru watched this spectacle in the first place and did not like to see her mistress lose her temper, especially because she risked taking a bad blow. As a good maid, she had to intervene to help Kaguya calm down and not fall prey to the anger which was surely one of her opponent's many traps. The cries of her maid seemed to bring Kaguya back to her senses, who sighed with a drunken and tired air.

"Anyway... Let it go, under Kuromaru you can't do anything anyway."

Kaguya bent down again after regaining her composure, kneeling in front of her opponent and looking more closely at her jacket. She intended to resume her search and she was going to start by searching the pockets on Shimmerlace's jacket before attacking her chest.

[Malkavia]

It was like having her back pushed against a wall of thornbrush. SHimmerlace could hear as the steel barbs tore through fabric, then pushed on her skin until the surface broke. Blood pooled around the tiny cuts, but Kaguya leaned in. Hard. The steel sank in deeper, widening the cut, sliding past the surface, through the vascular mesh of capillaries, into fat, into muscle, through the tiny white branches of nerves.

"Gnnnng..." Shimmerlace couldn't hold back a shudder. She already felt sick. The way the ojou was talking, it was about to get a whole lot worse. Caesar would twist, or Caesar would rake, and all prior lacerations would turn pale in comparison. That kind of recklessness might have opened opportunities. It might also have ended the match. But thanks be to Feydwer's glossy cunt—Kuro stepped in.

Shimmer's mouth clicked shut with a groan that could have been frustrating or relief. Either way, it stayed shut. When Kaguya started feeling up her navel and her bra, she stopped squirming. Her cheeks burned, and her eyes went icy, but she allowed the pat down.

So. It was inevitable. She was gonna find one of the pockets.

The bitter truth Shimmerlace dedicated much of her career to concealing was that half her tricks revolved around concealed pockets. If your would-be pickpocket picked from her outfit a seam at random, there was a chance it wouldn't be a seam at all—it would be a slit pocket, clamped shut with a pair of thin magnets. And if she explored the many elaborate ribbons and ornate bows and other decorations, she'd find they concealed...lumps. All kinds of lovely lumps.

What your would-be thief would not know, however, was that more than magnets kept these pockets shut. Below the magnets, there was a thin aluminum rod. And that rod was covered in barbed hooks. Open the pocket with the correct technique, and the rod rotates and the hooks lift safely into the frabric. Open the pocket haphazardly, though—

Well, then you're a fuckin' thief, aren't you? And you deserve the bite you get.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Kurmaru was reassured to see her beloved mistress calm down and not fall into anger again, Kaguya was not stupid enough to reproduce the same mistakes in the same match. We could still notice that Kaguya's face still showed an aggressive expression while she once again groped her opponent, looking for the leash that would bring her victory.

Why was it so complicated? She only needed this leash, hook it to her opponent's collar and use one of her many submission moves to finally win this match and make Shimmerlace her bitch... Why finding a simple leash was so complicated ?!

The situation did not seem to be interesting to the spectators until Kaguya's hands began to search the pockets of her opponent's jacket. She didn't seem to have much difficulty moving her hands there but she could finally feel something other than the pinkette's dirty skin, something that squeezed her fingers and made them burn...

"AAAAH!! FUCK!!"

Kaguya quickly took her hand out and stepped back looking at her fingers which were slightly bloody from something that cut her fingers slightly and a small trap, similar to one for catching mice, crushed her fingers.

“Lady Kaguya!!”

Kaguya was out of the game for a few seconds due to pain and surprise and her maid, Kuromaru, felt compelled to intervene. She got up slightly to get closer to her mistress, leaving a small window for Shimmerlace to be able to escape if she still had the strength. Kuromaru quickly noticed her mistake and she quickly turned towards Shimmerlace, looking at her with a slightly angry and angry look.

"You... How dare you trap my mistress!?"

[Malkavia]

And there it was. The snap. The scream. Kaguya wrenched her hand away, tearing the strip of metal and its hooks right out of the pocket. True, this left that particular pocket more hole than pocket...which was particularly unfortunate given that it meant the leash came toppling out and lay, half on Shimmerlace's belly and half on the blue canvas of the mat.

Alas, never was there an offense without casualties. The critical piece was the loose blip of a second while Kuromaru shifted focus. She didn't exactly roll off of Shimmer, but the weight went up off her wrists enough for a hand to slip out. And a Seelie hand, once free, can wreak all kinds of mischief.

Kuro didn't give her a lot of time to work that mischief. Their eyes met. Shimmer beamed. "Howdy hoo and top o' the evening to you too, pup!"

Then she sprung. First, she'd aim to squirm North where Kuromaru's body and Shimmer's feet were south, then loop out with her arm, and grab a guillotine choke on Kuro. That choke would give her something to push on, so she could, second, devote every bloody inch of her mind, body, and will to wriggle-worming out from under our most irritating of servants. Her free hand would grip the mat, her hips would turn, her boots would kick, her core bridge.

And if she could get out? Well, then came three: Get to your fuckin feet and high fuckin' tail it away from a two on one fight, straight to the ropes, and then. And then...Well, probably more running and ducking and dodging if she just had to guess. Two on one was a hard fucking nut to crack with no Gregster waiting in the wings...

[Bearhug Goddess]

While Kaguya was languishing from the pain on her sensitive fingers, Kuromaru was being strangled within seconds of getting up. The little pinkette was still just as wild after being crushed under the giant maid and strangely she intended to attack the maid rather than the mistress. It was something surprising in Kuromaru's eyes but it was a chance for her to shine again in the eyes of her mistress.

She was starting to give a good impression of herself and her self-confidence was starting to rise, she had to continue in her efforts to continue to be congratulated by Kaguya. She tried to hit Shimmerlace by elbowing behind her but nothing happened, she was much too large to hope to hit the pinkette who was hiding well behind her back.

"Nyaaaaaaaaaaaah !"

It was almost becoming ridiculous, the giant maid was not in much difficulty except that she was starting to no longer have oxygen and she had to quickly free her opponent from her. She then tried a new technique, spinning around herself from left to right so that Shimmerlace found herself thrown due to centrifugal force while trying to unhook her opponent's arms from her neck.

Meanwhile, Kaguya removed the painful finger trap that was pinching her fingers and began to growl in rage. Her blood was boiling again and she was ready to inflict an even more painful curse on her opponent who had preferred to have fun with her stupid maid rather than finish her off. She held her opponent's sharp stick firmly with her right hand and advanced towards her opponent and her maid, ready to deliver a straight blow in front of her.

[Malkavia]

So—she had Kuromaru's head under her armpit. That was great, and so were the helpless little cries she made from inside the guillotine. In a better match, she could have played with those for many a minute. Under present circumstances, though, she also had Kuromaru on top of her, this absolute lump of flesh pinning her down while Kaguya caught her senses. Less great. Shimmerlace heaved with her gut, tugging like an inchworm so her butt slid across the mat. And tuck, and heave, and tuck, and heave—until she was on her butt and Kuromaru was in her lap. By then, though, Kaguya had ripped the hooks from her fingers, and their eyes met.

Shimmerlace felt that look down to her toes. It made her grin, made her tighten her fingers around her own wrist and lick her chops. She found she suddenly knew Kaguya's true name: The Wolf. She who can smell your blood halfway across the woods...and comes for it with eyes glittering red in the dark. She is the alpha who can rule, regal as Caesar, same time as blood drips from her gleaming fangs, for she is no gentle mistress. And Shimmerlace had brought her to the end of her patience, it seemed.

Time to go. Shimmerlace dug her heels into the mat. Her eyes kept steady on Kaguya's. She savored the Wolf's attention—and aimed to keep it. She released the hold on Kuromaru, coiled up power in her thighs, and pushed. In an ideal world, she'd pop free, finally sliding out from under the maid. And if she got free, her intentions were pretty simple: Run. Get to her feet and skedaddle. Make like the fucking roadrunner and beep beep her shit straight to the ropes, and duck any thorns cast her way.