Mina Harker Vs. THE Cyclops

This time it was Mina's turn to blink in surprise as she watched Molly crumple to her knees in agony. She'd never actually downed anyone like that before and she didn't know how to follow it up. Part of her, the shred of humanity that the vampire hadn't destroyed perhaps, felt kinda bad about it. It wanted to give Molly the biggest hug and apologize, but Mistress Babel was counting on her.

If The Cyclops didn't take advantage of Mina's moment of hesitation... then the girl would reach out a slender hand to grab up a handful the mutant chuni's hair, pulling it sharply to lift the young woman's face. As soon as those cute, soft cheeks were in sight her other hand would fly in a less than devastating slap. It sounded really vicious though!

Mina's grip was none to sure and was unprepared to hold Molly up when the heavier girl made to collapse back to the mat. Hair slipped through bony fingers allowing Molly to flop unimpeded. Again, Mina didn't know what to do with an advantage... she'd never had one before. Was the girl hurt? Was the match supposed to stop or something? She thought back to when the demon had kicked her in the groin and how the match had continued... No, this kept going.

Like any girl of her age there was only one instinct when your foe was downed. Pounce! She leaped upon Molly's prone form, straddling the girl's stomach and trying to seize control of her wrists. Frilly skirts swished about over the cyclops, half obscuring the action from the eyes of the audience. "Submit to me, creature! Pledge your undying fealty to my Mistress and you may be spared!" The position wasn't exactly threatening enough to warrant such talk, but it was the best Mina could hope for.

Mina squeaked and grunted as she struggled to restrain the mutant warrior. The slightly bigger girl bucked and flailed like a woman possessed, bouncing Mine on top of her hips. Eventually the frantic struggling forced the thrall witch to let go of Molly's wrists to stop herself falling forward. Her hands and forearms struck the mat just above and around Molly's head and her near flat chest came down to squish a visored face. "Grrrr! You're going to be Ex-Sanguinated when I'm done with you!"

Babel hadn't moved from her position on top of the announce table as she watched her minion proceed with a rather saucy offensive. Her cheeks reddened, but her features did not change. She continued to encourage Mina from the sidelines.

"Yes! Show that meat bag what life without breath is like! steal it and then steal her blood and bathe in the stolen essence of the weak mortal!"

Molly's visor was decidedly uncomfortable against her chest, which caused her almost as much discomfort as the mutant's frantic strikes against Mina's bony shoulders. Her pale features began to twist in a snarl of pain as she struggled to hold onto her position in spite of the unorganized defensive. Suffocating her opponent wasn't something the witch was particularly equipped to accomplish as Molly needed only turn her head a little to find some air, but it was the thought that counted!

Ruffled skirts and silvery tresses cascaded down around the pair like curtains of silk obscuring much of the action from the eyes of the spectators, but the details were easy to guess. For a moment she considered abandoning her position for something less... painful, but then she heard the voice of her Mistress encouraging her from the outside. Growling audibly she steeled her nerves and gave her shoulders a frisky little roll like she'd seen some of the bustier girls do. This was more embarrassing than it was effective, and would likely have humiliated Mina as much as it did Molly did it not seem so right for this new "Evil Mina Harker" persona she was cultivating. Yes, evil was sexy so this would be okay... the behavior matched the new outfit!

Mina felt the mutant, though bigger than herself, slowly give up her struggling beneath her tiny-titty assault. Believe she had this match now well in hand, erroneous as this belief may be, she would leave off her smothering for something more flavorful and less effective. Her lithe body slid down Molly's until she was straddling the other girl's hips and her modest chest was pushed against the mutant's. Her pale cheek brushed against the flushed cheek of her captive as she breathed warmly against her neck, "Now, are you prepared to give up your life force to me? To submit to my mistress?"

Melodramatically she bared her teeth, completely devoid of fangs, and let her jaws hover just a centimeter away from Molly's throat.