Belle Wishes

Soon as her back met the corner, Belle threw her hands up. "Mulan, w-wa-AGH!" The brunette's attempts to avoid what was coming her way was interrupted with a back elbow to the chest by Mulan.

"No waiting," said the Chinese warrior as she would **** Belle's arms over the top rope to better expose her target, and the sharp sound of her hand against Belle's breasts echoed around the arena as the brunette gasped in pain only to receive no quarter, and instead receive subsequent shots to her chest in machine-gun rapid fashion. After many chest chafing chops, Belle slumped slightly while Mulan shook her hand to alleviate its own stinging sensation while listening to the crowd with a small sneer; she took no pleasure in partaking in this contest but she knew nothing could be done about it but to win. Something else she knew was that she was not alone with Belle and turned her attention towards the third woman, Cinderella.

Mulan would study how the nearly nude Princess flinched once she noticed Mulan's attention landing upon her...and then her gaze would shift between Cinderella and the cornered Belle...as if an idea was forming.