Dragon Country: Satomi Saito vs Maybelle Tendersweet

[Misfit_Alien]

After spiking Maybelle down into the floor, smashing her forehead and crown right onto the rough surface of the outside area, Satomi would lie in a slight heap alongside her, panting a bit as lifting her like that took more effort than she'd like to admit, but it paid off regardless. Her eyes drifted toward Maybelle's figure, dripping with sweat as the big, buxom country girl struggled to draw breath back into her body.

With Maybelle thoroughly dazed, and that lovely body of hers on display, Satomi smirked, running her hand along the seams of Maybelle's gear, her fingers digging beneath the hems of her top as she dragged her closer, her other hand reaching out to give her rear a nice squeeze. "You shouldn't have tried me, Maybelle...perhaps you could have been one of the first to accept your role in my new empire, but alas-...Really, I mustn't allow myself to get too attached to commonfolk, such as yourself..."

"...Truthfully, it's becoming a fool's errand to try to persuade you. Oh, but it is certainly...tempting...to want to drag you into my fold." She said, emphasizing her statement with a nice spank to Maybelle's hips. Afterward, Satomi would drag the country girl to her feet, bringing her back into the ring after rolling her inside. "...It's been fun, and you've been a far better challenge than I expected, but NONE can stop the Empress of all Dragons...certainly not you, farmgirl-..." Satomi said, preparing to finish Maybelle off with her Empress Driver!!!

Spoiler

Maybelle would, once again, hit the canvas with a very stiff -THUD- as the impact was enough to shake the ring. With the country girl left in a heap, spread out over the canvas on her back, Satomi positioned herself right on top of Maybelle's face, grinding her leotard-clad hips in deep as she wedged Maybelle's lips and nose between her soft, fair-skinned cheeks. "...Kick out if you dare...resist if you like...but your story will always end the same, no matter how many chapters it takes to ge there...the last thing you'll see are these hips as I pin you~..." She said with a mocking, flirtatious tone...part of her wanting Maybelle to resist, just so she could dominate her some more...but even if she didn't break free, who would stop the Empress from having some fun after the bell?


"1...!!!"

"2...!!!"

[SweetHeart]

The world was a blur of pain and disorientation for Maybelle. The brutal DDT on the floor had left her senses scattered, her skull throbbing with a sickening rhythm, as she was only dimly aware of being dragged up, the canvas scraping against her back as she was rolled into the ring. Her body felt heavy, unresponsive, a sack of meat and bone that had been thoroughly tenderized. Through the haze, she saw Satomi standing over her, her insulting words were a distant buzz, but the intent was clear. Maybelle tried to push herself up on trembling arms, a low groan escaping her lips. It was a futile effort. Satomi moved with cold efficiency, hooking Maybelle’s head between her thighs, locking her in place. She let out a dazed moan as the dragon mocked her, fondling and teasing her, before there was a sudden moment of weightlessness as Satomi hoisted the dazed cowgirl into the air!

"No, wa- UUGH!" Maybelle's attempted to protest, before she was suddenly dropped, and drilled into the canvas with a heavy, highly impactful piledriver, all sense instantly leaving her as she was slammed down onto the mat! Her body went limp, as Maybelle’s head and shoulders smashed into the canvas with a sickening THUD that seemed to shake the very ring. The impact drove the last vestiges of breath from her body in a silent, agonized scream. Her limbs splayed out, twitching once before going still, her eyes rolling back beneath fluttering lids. She was utterly broken.

Satomi didn’t waste a second. She immediately crawled over the prone cowgirl, a cruel smile on her lips. Without ceremony, she planted herself right over Maybelle’s face, grinding her leotard-clad hips down, smothering the country girl’s mouth and nose between her soft, sweaty cheeks. "MMmmmmhph..." Maybelle groaned, and as her hands pawed at Satomi's hips, she would have no more strength to fight back, the piledriver having been a decisive move to take all resistance out of her!

"1...!!!" The referee’s hand slapped the mat.

Maybelle was drowning. The pain from the piledriver was a deep, resonant agony, but this... this was a more intimate humiliation. Her instincts, buried deep beneath layers of concussed fog and exhaustion, screamed at her to move, to fight, to breathe.

"2...!!!" Another slap.

"Mmmmmph... Mmhhh..." Maybelle groaned as her hands gently grabbed at Satomi's backside, but her fingers could only gently squish the skin before her arms would slowly droop down and drop onto the canvas, Maybelle going completely limp!

"3!!!"

"Mmmph..." Maybelle let out one last, low groan into Satomi's meaty cheeks before her arms would flop to the mat with a dull thud, the carrot top wrestler having been rendered completely unconscious! The cowgirls over eagerness would end up backfiring on her as one mistake would lead to Satomi spiking and smothering the girl out cold.