Suzuki Adachi VS Sheila Morgan: Maid for War

[Caborn]

Suzuki would chuckle to herself after flipping the bitch onto her ass with a thud. Her maids had really done a number on Sheila. Half stripped naked and her animal skin bottoms were clearly soaked from her climax. Honestly the older woman was a little jealous she wasn’t the one who made her cum first. But she chose this match. No one to blame but herself. Besides there’d be plenty of cumming later on. Walking around the younger woman, Suzuki would watch as she started to rise back up. But not before threatening the yakuza boss, promising payback. As if triggered, the older woman would lunge at her prey. Trying to lock the wild one in a choke hold from behind.

“Hah~” she’d half growl in Sheila’s ear. At the same time one of her hands would reach around and grab one of the Aussie’s tits. Squeezing nice and tight as she groped the bitch. “I’ll laugh whenever I goddamn feel like it…just like I’ll fuck you whenever I fucking want~” Suzuki growled lustfully before her hand lingered downwards. Trailing down those abs with her fingertips before grabbing the punk by her pussy and rubbing it rapidly through her bottoms. The yakuza boss would rub so hard that it actually sounded like she was spanking it as loud wet slaps echoed from between Sheila’s legs. Taking her good ass time to play with her food rather than beating on her some more.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was just starting to rise up when a familiar tattooed arm invaded her vision, circling about her neck and pulling her in close. She tried to cut her off, to protect herself, but she was a hair too slow and her foe was a hair too fast - the choke was locked in, and she found herself gagging as the woman pulled her back into a tight hold, one that had her weakly thrashing about on the canvas.

Not good, not good at all, and about to get worse. Or better. Depending on your point of view.

Sheila gasped - as best she could with the chokehold - when she felt that groping hand on neck, but that was small potatoes compared to what came next. That same hand went lower, tracing over her abs, before she found her pussy and began to work away at it with a furious pace, stroking and stroking and stroking. Though Sheila hadn't long since orgasmed, the older wrestler was doing a fantastic job of heating her back up again, and her body began to move of its own accord - thrusting up, grinding, desperate for every touch that the woman could give.

Gritting her teeth, Sheila tried to fight through it and pull at Suzuki’s arm. Not much, just enough for her to pull it down so she could open her mouth and give the woman a bite on the forearm, hoping it was enough incentive to make her let go.

[Caborn]

As she savored her opponent's body as it struggled and thrusted against her hand, Suzuki would growl lustfully as she had her way with the younger woman. Continuing to choke Sheila out as she slutted her out at the same time. The yakuza boss loved having her way with the bitch. Of course she loved having her way with any sexy woman's body. But Sheila was so much more satisfying for some reason. Maybe it was her rebellious attitude and big mouth. Or maybe it was the challenge she gave the older woman when they fought. The reason didn't matter though. All Suzuki cared about was enjoying their fight. Sheila wouldn't stay under her control for long, though. The wild one would soon bite the arm that was choking her. Causing the Suzuki would grunt out in pain as she stopped rubbing her opponent's crotch.

"Aaaagh! Oh you dirty bitch..." the older woman growled out, still sounding somewhat lustful before trying to get the Aussie off of her. Releasing the chokehold, Suzuki would begin to beat her free hand against the back of Sheila's head. Trying to make the rabid cavewoman let go and pull those sharp teeth she had out of her skin.

[BlackAkuma]

Was it kind of a cliché for someone named ‘the Wild One’ to bite their opponent? Yes, it was.

Would that stop Sheila from doing it? No, it wouldn’t

Sheila was an ‘anything goes’ kind of woman, and in an ‘anything goes’ sort of match, all things were on the table. That included sinking her fangs in her foe, which, weird enough, Suzuki didn’t seem to completely hate - she could’ve sworn she heard a little lust in that growl, as the woman struggled to get free. Of course, she didn’t get out of this without some retaliation, and that came when her opponent thumped her head, battering her skull with heavy shots that forced her teeth loose and ratteled her brain.

Sheila rolled off, rubbing her head as she flopped over to her back. ”For the record, you taste like rusty ass.”

[Caborn]

Having forced the rapid bitch off of her, Suzuki would be groaning as she took a look at her now bleeding arm. The punk actually left a fucking mark...god why did she find that hot? Soon enough the older woman would hear Sheila insult her some more. The wild one's words only succeeding to make her want to hurt the younger bitch more. "Really? All you taste like is pussy...not the good kind." Suzuki would growl back at her opponent, calling her a wimp more than anything else. Picking herself up, the older woman would get to her feet before walking back over to the Aussie.

"Your hair really is fucking long...Maybe I can tie you up with it..." the yakuza boss would mutter. She'd never tried Shibari with someone's own hair used as the ropes before. The idea putting a smile on her face as she would reach down and try to grab her opponent's hair and yank the bitch up by it. Looking to grab to fist fulls of the punk's long blonde mane like handle bars, Suzuki would try to drag Sheila back to her feet before doing what she did best. Kneeing cocky bitches in the face!

[BlackAkuma]

While she was still talking shit and had no intention of stopping anytime soon, Sheila knew she was in a bad position. She still remembered their last encounter - painfully, viscerally. Suzuki had a way of steamrolling things, and in a match like this, that could get ugly. Uglier.

Stopping that momentum wasn’t going to be easy, though. Even now, Suzuki was moving in to capitalize, reaching down to grab her hair, yank it up, and put her face in prime position for another one of her infamous knees. The blow cranked Sheila hard across the jaw, knocking her skull back, but it wasn’t all bad - the impact gave her an odd clarity. Fiery focus, driven by adrenaline, rage, and sheer spite.

Sheila’s arm wrapped around that leg before Suzuki could bring it down and pulled it tight against her chest, holding the woman in place and forcing her to balance on one foot. With a war cry, she drove forward with everything she had, pushing the bigger woman hard towards the nearest turnbuckle in a desperate drive.

[Caborn]

Suzuki grinned as she gave the younger woman’s face a good smack with her knee. Even though she actually liked Sheila that wouldn’t stop her from outright destroying her. After all, Adachi’s always gave their all no matter the task. Well…at least when violence was involved. Or sex. What the older woman wasn’t expecting, though, was for Sheila to grab a hold of her leg after being struck in the face. It was impressive actually. Almost as if Suzuki’s own endurance herself was rubbing off on the wild one. And considering all the rubbing against each other they’d been doing…it made more than just a little sense. This left Suzuki in an awkward position since she was standing on one leg while the other was trapped against the younger woman’s chest. Then, hearing Sheila’s war cry, the yakuza boss would find herself being forced back towards the corner.

Barely keeping herself upright as she bounced backwards on one foot, Suzuki would grunt out as her back hit the turnbuckles. Growling out in frustration, the dark haired woman would swing her fist down over and over on top of the wild one’s back. Trying to beat the bitch off of her before she tried anything.

[BlackAkuma]

God, fucking hell, how was this old bitch so fucking strong?

It was like trying to wrestle a warhorse. Sheila knew she was no powerhouse, but she was far from week, either, especially for her size. She could put some power into her moves when she needed to, enough that she could at least initially get the better of bigger opponents, but she was just amazed by how utterly unstoppable this bitch was.

Even as she plowed forward and rammed her into the corner, she was delivering blow after blow, smacking Sheila in the back, brutally battering her. If the Wild One didn’t do something quick, she would be right back on the floor. She needed a reprieve. Needed help.

Fortunately, she knew exactly where to get it.

Reaching down, Sheila gritted her teeth, soldiered through her opponent’s blow, hefted her up, and attempted to toss her over the ropes, trying to hurl her to the floor - where, hopefully, he own maids wuld pick up some of the slack.

[Caborn]

Suzuki would grit her teeth in frustration as she battered the younger woman’s back. The punk just wasn’t letting go. Another similarity they had since the yakuza boss rarely let go of her prey once she had them. Like a crocodile she would keep thrashing and thrashing until they were in pieces. Now Suzuki was the one trapped in another’s jaws as she struggled against the wild one. However, Sheila was smart enough to use the older woman’s own weapons against her as she suddenly hoisted her up and over the ropes. Sending Suzuki falling down to the floor before landing with a loud crash!

“Uuuugh!” She’d grunt out as she landed flat on her back. The wind shooting out of her like a ballon being stomped on, the older woman would lay there in pain as she stared at the ceiling lights. But then those lights disappeared…

Focusing her vision, Suzuki would see her maids staring down at her in a little circle. “Fuck.” She’d curse recognizing those looks on her maids faces. They were all eager to get their hands on the woman and fuck her as hard as they had Sheila. Now she was tough and could get past her maids easy. At least the ones who didn’t fight. But at the same time those were the ones she didn’t want to punch in the face. So instead of brute forcing her way out of this she’d try to be more clever about it. “Don't you dare!” Suzuki would shout, causing the maids to back away. Smirking as she pulled herself up, the older woman knew her girls were at least a little terrified of her. Plus being the dom almost every night made them naturally submissive to her. Suzuki was just about to make a dash for the ring before her girls realized she was bluffing and attacked when everything went to hell.

*CRAAACK!*

Almost immediately the woman’s back would burst in agony. Gritting her teeth in pain as her whole body tensed up, Suzuki was stunned in surprise as yet another hard impact hit her from behind.

*CRAAAAAACK!*

The second shot hit worse than the first. Sending her down on all fours in extreme pain. Eyes twitching as she looked back, Suzuki would see the smiling face of one of her maids holding a chair as she waved at her. The former underground fighter, who Suzuki affectionately called Saki due to her drinking problem had nailed her employer with two chair shots before tossing it aside. The woman looked nothing like a maid, besides the outfit that looked too small on her, being almost six feet tall, muscular, and having a long Barbwire tattoo across her body from her leg to her face. Apparently Saki was using this match as an excuse to get back at the yakuza boss for her past defeats. “You dirty fucking whore…” Suzuki growled only for her to be swarmed by the maids. The big bitch sitting down on her upper back as she forced her employee ass up and face down. Then, after spanking her ass hard, the former underground fighter would yank down the boss’s bottom and start fingering her pussy. Groaning out lewdly as she was finger fucked, Suzuki’s eyes would roll back as she endured the onslaught. Having overcome their hesitation as their fellow maid got to work, the other maids joining in quickly as they started kissing and licking her all over. Each fighting to get a piece of the boss as they shoved and pushed one another. The sister were actually licking her feet. She always knew those two were freaks, of course she liked them that way. Meanwhile, the kinky housewife was kissing Suzuki’s ass. She was taking too long though, and the stripper behind her was starting to hump the fellow maids ass while whining that she wanted to play with the boss too. Vicky was getting busy too as she would spit on Suzuki’s face before licking it clean.

“…you’re all dead for this…” the older woman would growl in between her moans. But either the maids hadn’t heard her threat or they didn’t care as they continued to have their way with the boss. Although, the karate instructor maid, Tanaka, would wave at Sheila in the ring while grinding her crotch over Suzuki’s arm. It seemed like she liked the wild one a bit more than the others as she’d trying flirting with the Aussie. Not surprising really since the woman liked strong sexy women. That being how she became Suzuki’s maid in the first place.

[BlackAkuma]

Holy fuck, it was like dropping a slab of meat on an ant hill. Look at them go.

When Shiela had thrown Suzuki to the outside, she’d expected that the maids would be all over her, sure, but she figured it wouldn’t be any worse than what she’d gone through, and likely less since - presumably - paid them. They would just work her over a little, maybe give her an orgasm to even things up with Sheila, then throw her back into the ring. Nothing too serious.

She was wrong. Dead wrong. Sheila, who’d been taking a moment to catch her breath, had her focus drawn to the sound of a chair colliding with a back. Sure enough, she looked out of the ring to see Suzuki getting clobbered, right before another shot rang out. Then the jackals descended.

Kissing, rubbing, groping, squeezing, sitting, smothering - the women went after Suzuki like she was an All-You-Can-Eat buffet, taking pleasure from every inch of her. It was a wild, raucous orgy, and it seemed like the only one of them not partaking was this curious looking maid who had sights set on Sheila.

But this was what she’d wanted. A chance to catch her breath. She should hang back, let them have their way. Play it safe and smart.

…nah.

Sheila took a few steps backwards, away from the turnbuckle, then ran forward and scaled it like a cat up a tree, reaching it in an instant. With her back turned towards the maids, she took a hot second to catch her breath, then threw herself backwards, soaring off the pads. Her body arced as it flew, gravity took hold, and she wound up crashing down on Suzuki and the pile of maids with a high-altitude moonsault, throwing all caution to the wind.