The JOB Squad vs. Blair Dame - Bow Down to the Queen

[BlackAkuma]

Blair Dame truly hoped that thesethree didn’t take her treatment too personally. While it might be hard for them to appreciate - especially Ophelia, who was currently eating her heel - she bore no ill will towards any of them. If anything, she was somewhat sympathetic, having always held sympathy for the younger generation, wanting this new crop of female wrestlers to be their very best selves. She had already decided to invite them all to join her Worldwide Young Ladies Club, an organization she’d formed to promote budding female wrestlers such as these.

But that would be later. For now, she still had lessons to impart on these three within the ring. Lessons that would involve. Lessons that might, perhaps, leave marks.

Her current assault was enough to knock all the fight out of poor Ophelia, who was likely wishing she’d had the mercy of being dispatched as easily as her compatriots. The boot rammed through her skull and left her stunned and stupefied - as Blair Dame stood and looked down on the woman, she could see that she was conscious, not truly out, but not responsive, either. A ragdoll, more or less.

Blair Dame would finish her off. Luckily for her, she intended to do so in a way that wouldn’t be so brutally destructive.

She reached down, gripped Ophelia by the shoulder, and pulled her back into the ring, so that she would sit neatly against the corner. The audience began to swell, knowing full well what would come next, but she played up the moment all the same. Stood up. Slowly swung around. Gripped the ropes, slowly swiveled her hips, letting her ass hover in front of the embattled woman’s face, looming over her while a mischievous smile crept along her lips.

Blair Dame let her ass descend on Ophelia’s face, slowly and softly, covering her features with a gentleness that belied her intent. She settled in and let her weight drive the woman’s face between her cheeks, creating an inescapable seal, while she planted her feet firmly against the canvas. There would be no escaping this. No reprieve.

[ADarlingDucky]

Each scrape of Blair's boot along Olivia's face felt like a separate, unique insult in it's own way, the heavyweight treating the seated cheerleader as if she were nothing than a welcome mat, there to wipe her boots, a pure and utter move of domination. It wasn't just a way to humiliate and cause Olivia plenty of discomfort either, as it set Blair up for her next move, which saw her run towards the ropes at the adjacent corner, bouncing off of them before thundering back towards the seated woman. The boot that followed very nearly knocked Olivia clean out of the ring, the tomboy kicked so hard that her upper body whipped over the bottom rope, ending up hanging over it as her lower body prevented her from leaving the ring.

In some ways, it might have been better for her if Blair had actually kicked her through the ropes. Because now, with her body still mostly inside of the ring, she was able to be suddenly pulled back through them and placed into the corner, head lolling backwards against the buckles behind her, vision swimming, but still able to see what was happening in front of her. That being, of course, Blair Dame spinning around and facing away from Olivia, reaching out and gripping the ropes, her massive, pale ass hovering just in front of the cheerleaders face.

"Nnnngh... wh- what?!" Olivia groaned, her vision clearing to see that thick ass slowly shaking in front of her, getting closer and closer, as she realized she was about to share the same fate as Jennifer!

"W-wai- Mmmmph!" Blair's descent wouldn't be halted by any amount of begging, and before she could finish, Blair fully descended, and her thick ass would land directly on Olivia's face. In a flash, the tomboy was buried, her face sinking deep between Blair's cheeks, as the heavyweight let her hefty rear settle nicely onto the trapped woman's face, as Olivia kicked her feet weakly against the mat, suffering in the suffocating stinkface!

[BlackAkuma]

The Stinkface might have seemed like such a simple move to execute, and it was. But, as with most things, there was a right way to do it, a wrong way, and the best way. Blair Dame prided herself on proper execution.

She made sure to plant her feet firmly, stretched her legs out at the right angle, and drove down hard to deliver her ass with all the force she could muster, making sure that Ophelia’s face was driven deep in the trenches, that she would get almost no light and certainly no air within her cheeks. She wiggled her hips, worked her in deep, and made sure to counter any and all attempts to slip her head free - no, she wouldn’t be getting free. Not from this.

Now, came the waiting. With Ophelia’s properly locked down, Blair Dame arched her back and let the seconds tick by, making herself as comfortable as possible while her foe suffered. She also turned her attention to the final obstacle in her path - Bethany, perhaps? The one with the glasses, who had tried to sneak-attack her before. The woman had been noticeably quiet since her little failed coup.

”Are you still awake over there, dear?” Blair Dame called out, trying to get the remaining cheerleader’s attention. ”I do hope so. You and I need to have a little discussion about that chair you tried to hit me with.”

[ADarlingDucky]

With Olivia being pulled back into the ring and sat up in the corner by her opponent, it too a moment for the cheerleader's vision to clear, the boot to the head having rattled her quite a fair bit, causing her to be woefully unaware of what Blair was doing. That was, of course, until the heavyweight was right in front of her, impossible to miss. Two hefty, large cheeks, pale and round and perfectly sculpted, hovered directly in front of her face, Blair slowly wiggled her hips side to side as she got closer and closer, with Olivia staring up in horror as the ego faded away, and she was left with only the crushing reality of the situation. She was about to suffer exactly the same fate as Jennifer, and as Blair fully descended, she would get to know exactly what that had been like, as her face sunk deep between Blair's cheeks, buried deep in her foe's rear end!

"Mmmph! Mmmh!" Olivia's world was consumed by ass, everything dark and suffocating, her face smushed and crushed by Blair's impressive behind, which sat so fully on her face that not even a single bit of air could reach her. Olivia's body writhed weakly, small movements here and there, but she was nothing more than a chair now, and Blair's perfect form ensured that she was rapidly running low on oxygen, her struggles growing weaker and weaker. And Blair, already confident that Olivia was finished, turned her attention to Brittany.

"Uuuhh... huh...?" Brittany, for her part, had been quiet in large part thanks to the metal chair that had been kicked into her head. But now, as she staggered up to her hands and knees, would cast a look over at the corner where the words had come from, and see... oh, well that wasn't good. Blair sat like an empress, tall and regal and quite intimidating, and underneath her, she could see Olivia, her struggles having stopped completely. She was now out cold, face buried in Blair's ass just like Jennifer had been, now used as the Queen's throne as she addressed Brittany.

Brittany, who was all by herself now.

"I... uh... what chair?" The chair was right behind her. One might assume that Brittany had been hit so hard that she had legitimately forgotten it, but the look on her face, a sheepish and concerned gaze, told the whole story. She likely would have ran if her head wasn't hurting so bad, and as she attempted to push herself up, failing and dropping back to her hands and knees, she would finally let fear win out, suddenly turning and trying to crawl towards the ropes, and escape her fate!

[BlackAkuma]

Ah, there it was. This was Blair Dame’s favorite part of knocking someone out with her ass: The moment they faded away. She had knocked people out in other ways, before - with her kicks, with chokeholds, occasionally doing so with scissorholds. But, in her estimation, nothing quite compared to the sensation of using her ass for it.

It was almost preternatural. The feeling of them fading away. The way she futilely struggled, twitching this way and that, fighting for any wisp of airs. The way her mouth sucked away at her skin, as if it might, somehow, breathe through her enveloping flesh. All of that fighting, all of that struggling, wholly in vain.

And then, then, came the moment where her body seized, her muscles tensed, and Ophelia simply…switched off. It was glorious. Though this was far from the first time she had scored such a victory, not even the first time today, Blair Dame could resist a satisfied, ecstatic sigh, one thankfully drowned out by the audience’s cheers. There was no feeling quite like this.

But she wasn’t done, was she? The B Squad remained. ”And then there was one.”

Bethany whirled, and ran. Or, more, specifically crawled, in what Blair Dame had to concede was an amusing attempt at escape. On her feet, she might have made it. But like that…

Blair Dame strode forward, her boots thundering across the ring as she quickly closed the distance. Just before Bethan could slip out of the ring, one of those same boots came down hard on her back, hammering her into the canvas and pinning her under the White Widow’s not-inconsiderable weight.

”Running away, dear Bethany? Most unbecoming. You would leave your friends to their fate?” She tsked, shoke her head, and leaned in to apply even more pressure to her opponent’s spine. ”You three made this bed. You must all sleep in it.”

[ADarlingDucky]

Brittany's world had gone fuzzy and dull after she rushed Blair with a metal folding chair, and to be honest, she wasn't even sure why it had happened, suddenly feeling pain explode in her head, pain that saw her collapsing to the mat after dropping the chair. Everything that had happened after that was a blur, and she hadn't even been able to see Olivia being flung clean over her body, with the tomboy now receiving Blair's full focus as she hurled her into the opposite corner of the ring, pursuing slowly. And following Olivia's face being thoroughly scrubbed, and then booted hard in the head, Blair had decided to end the games, yanking her back to sit properly in the corner, before turning around and dropping her ass directly on Olivia's face. Sealing the second member of the JOB Squad in an inescapable stinkface, letting Olivia squirm and writhe beneath her, face buried in the heavyweight's mighty ass!

When Blair's voice finally reached Brittany, she was just picking her head up off of the canvas, and turning to find Blair firmly seated atop her partner, with Olivia having already faded completely underneath her. With her and Jennifer both unconscious, it was now only the brunette left to try and stop Blair, and given her current state, it was no surprise that she lacked the confidence to actually do so. Her attempt at escape, however, was incredibly short-lived, as Blair would finally rise up off of the unconscious Olivia, freeing her and letting her slump to the canvas in the corner, stomping after Brittany and bringing a boot down hard on her back just before she could reach the ropes!

"AUGH!" Blair's foot crashed down into Brittany's back, and the cheerleader's escape was stopped just short of success, now pinned down with Blair grinding her boot into Brittany's spine. Her words were chilling, and as she leaned forwards and put more pressure on Brittany, the brunette let out a strained groan underneath her.

"I didn't... I wasn't... I'm sorry! Just let me go!" Brittany, ever the analytical member, had done a quick crunching of the numbers, and had come to the same conclusion that perhaps the entire audience had far before she had woken up. There was no chance of a victory here, and so she would let out a plea for mercy, still wriggling underneath Blair's heel as she tried to placate the monster above her. But given how things were going, it wasn't very likely that the last standing cheerleader was going to get away!

[BlackAkuma]

And then there was one.

Blair Dame supposed she couldn't fault Bethany for her fear - after all, watching her friend’s fall in such inglorious ways had to make for a harrowing experience, so far beyond the pale. Most sane people would flee in such a situation. But she would expect something more from those who put themselves in the squared circle and called themselves ‘wrestlers’. A little courage. A little gumption.

Disappointing. But she could and would correct such behavior.

”Your apology is accepted, Bethany. It will not save your from your current predicament, but it is accepted all the same.” Blair Dame lightened up on the hold, relieving some of the pressure. It wouldn’t be enough for her opponent to easily scramble away, but most of the pain would be gone. ”I will even do you a small kindness.”

Blair Dame abruptly brought her foot away, kicked Bethany onto her back, and reached down to grab the scruff of her opponent’s top, holding it tightly within her grasp. She pulled the younger woman up and held her there, balanced on her tiptoes as she looked her over.

”You will be going to sleep, dear.” She said that definitively, like a proclamation from a queen. ”But you may choose the method. Facesitting, front or rear? Breast smother? Hand? Perhaps something a little more…exotic?” Blair Dame licked her lips at that final word, a couple of experimental possibilities occurred to her.

”Pick your poison. But you must pick, dear - if you don’t, I will do so for you, and I doubt you want my imagination running wild.”

[ADarlingDucky]

Brittany's escape attempt had failed. The brunette had quite nearly reached the ropes at the side of the ring, before Blair had put a stop to that by swinging a commanding foot down and pinning her to the canvas, erasing any hope that she could simply flee. Brittany wriggled and writhed, but it was only when Blair began speaking once more that her struggles would cease, the cheerleader gripped by the overwhelming dread that she was not going to be getting out of this the easy way, as she had hoped. While her comrades slept, Brittany would be held in place, Blair making sure that she knew that there would be no escape, before giving her a swift kick to send her over onto her back.

Brittany could scarcely move before Blair reached down and snatched her by her top, suddenly hefting her back up onto her feet, pulling up and up until Brittany was pulled to her tip toes, just barely able to keep herself grounded. Blair spoke calmly and evenly, letting her voice settle into a soothing tone, but the words themselves caused Brittany's eyes to grow wide and her expression to grow more and more scared.

Blair was giving her a choice, but it was a false one. No matter what method of humiliation she picked, she was already aware of the way it would end, and at this point, she was being forced into choosing the way in which she'd be taken out. Something that refused to click in her brain.

"N-no wait, wait! Just lemme go! I'll leave, you win! Just lemme go!" Brittany's struggles soon began anew, as she reached up to Blair's hands and began to paw at them, twisting as much as she could on her tip toes! Her answer was clear, and it was that she would give no answer at all, attempting to put all of her strength into escaping this humiliating affair!

[BlackAkuma]

Blair couldn't really explain why she was giving poor Brittany a chance. There was literally nothing stopping her from closing out the match at this point, after all. She had dispatched the others with minimal effort, and judging by the way her final opponent was trembling like a leaf in the wind, this match was bound to be no different. A single kick to the head, and she would fall like a band hand of cards.

And yet, and yet, she felt a deep pity for Brittany, an upswelling that had not been there before. Maybe she saw something in this woman that reminded her of when she was around the same, or maybe she had grown impressed by the moxy of these young, budding wrestlers.

Maybe she was just horny.

Whatever the case, it gave her a moment of pause, as Brittany refused to decide her fate. She sighed as the woman tried to wrestle her way free, but the size difference between them was too great. Blair Dame might as well have been dealing with an unruly child at the mall.

”Your surrender means nothing, dear. There is but one way this match ends.” Blair Dame exhaled with a deep, ragged sigh. ”But have no fear. Your final moments will be pleasant ones.”

If Brittany was confused on what Blair Dame meant, she would learn better when the White Widow pulled her in tight, wrapped an arm around her waist, and went for a smoldering kiss, meeting her lips with an abrasive touch. The kiss was enveloping, wide and dominating, never permitting her opponent to break the seal. It would’ve been a wild act of passion, but it was marred by one small detail.

Brittany’s nostrils. As they kissed, Blair Dame reached up and pinched them shut, cutting off her only other source of oxygen. Unconsciousness would be a certainty, but there were few better ways to go to sleep.

[ADarlingDucky]

Twisting this way and that, trying to pry away Blair's vicelike grip from her collar, Brittany was making no progress, and the longer that she writhed in the grip of her opponent, the more obvious it became that escaping was not going to happen. Blair regarded her with the same look that one might give an unruly puppy, holding her still, while Brittany pawed at her hands, each second sinking in her helplessness. But the way in which Blair was going to end this match, that was still quite the mystery. She had extended an offer to Brittany to choose what method it would be, of course, but given that the cheerleader wasn't going to pick, it was up to the blue haired domme to decide what she wanted to settle on.

And in the end, she picked quite the option. Brittany didn't even have time to process it, no time to figure what was happening before Blair pulled her in, nice and close, mushing their bodies together, and wrapping her steely arms around the smaller woman's waist. Brittany yelped as she was reeled in, nice and close, and then, all at once, it happened.

Blair leaned in and kissed her.

"Mmmph?!" A surprised gasp came from the brunette as Blair's lips met hers, and quickly, they formed a seal with her mouth, the heavyweight taking her into a deep, and affectionate kiss. In spite of herself, Brittany's legs nearly buckled from the sensation, growing weak and wobbling, but Blair held her tight, making sure she'd remain standing. But, with one simple pinch to the nose, she would also ensure that Brittany wouldn't be breathing, as now her nose was blocked, and her mouth was being invaded by Blair's tongue!

A sudden and weak struggle began as Brittany realized what was happening, shifting and grinding up against the blue haired woman in an attempt to get free, but the hold was tight, the sapphic pleasure of it all had weakened her resistance, and before long, Brittany was growing sluggish and tired, running out of air quick!