No Holds Barred Bondage Match: Emily Blascowitz vs. Holly Matheson

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly attempted to peel away from Emily’s kiss, but was powerless to do so. Instead, she released a heavy breath, heat emanating off her body as the redhead knocked the wind out of her with blow after blow, until Holly’s limp body sank into her grasp. Holly had no resistance, no effort to fight back, as Emily enjoyed her time with the British Bombshell.

When Emily released her lips, Holly’s head lulled back lazily. She felt barely conscious, trying to take deep breaths to get some air back in her body. Unfortunately, this would only make Holly’s ample bosom heave harder, while Emily sized her up. Holly blushed, wishing Emily wasn’t talking about her round, firm pale breasts. The British Bombshell was rather proud of her rack, if she was totally honest, but also knew that those soft white orbs were a favorite target of those that tormented her. A target that Holly knew Emily was going to hone in on, now!

“Aaaugh!” Holly cried out, kicking weakly as Emily sank her fingers into those lush breasts. “Aaaaugh, aauuuuugh, uuhn,” Holly moaned harder and harder as Emily worked her over, everything coming to a climax as Emily took a firm hold, and yanked Holly off her feet, using only those perfect breasts as leverage!

“AAAAAAAARGH!” Holly screamed in pain, face reddening as Emily yanked her up. Holly’s breasts went straight into the air, her nipples fully erect. Tears streamed down Holly’s face as she was put into the worst pain she could remember, feeling like her entire body just wanted to give up and pass out, right in that moment!

[Panda]

That building dread was clear on Holly's face as Emily prepared her, but the screams she actually got out of Holly were another matter entirely. And scream she did, hanging helplessly in the air by her breasts alone. The sound didn't inspire mercy from the redhead however, if anything only prompting Emily to straighten up just a bit more, lift Holly that little bit higher. The redhead could enjoy the sounds she was getting out of Holly from this all night, if given the opportunity, but she doubted her arms would hold out for that long and she needed them to put the Bombshell through so much more.

"Guess it's not doing much for you, then?" Emily mused, continuing to hold Holly up, "Well, I can find other things to focus on."

With that, Emily finally let the British Bombshell go, letting her drop to the mat unceremoniously. She wouldn't let that be a respite, however, the redhead shooting a knee up between those thick thighs as Holly fell, aiming squarely for the raven-haired woman's crotch once more!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Ooowwww, owww, owww,” Holly whimpered, dangling in the air by her own breasts, her entire body screaming in pain. The British Bombshell’s limbs hung limply in the air, spasming in agony, sweat beading on her brow and running down her ample curves. When Emily asked Holly how this move was ‘doing’ for her, Holly could only look down with a frown, shaking her head, silently begging the sadistic redhead to let up.

Holly fell to the mat like trash, then. Holly went down spread eagle, eyes already wide in pain and terror, legs spread wide and arms hanging limply at her side. She was in no shape to offer a counter as Emily’s leg swung upward, striking hard against Holly’s falling crotch, sending a shock of pain rocking up through her body!

“Aaaugh!” Holly cried out once more, hands immediately going down to massage her aching pussy. Her knees buckled, and the British Bombshell crumbled in on herself. Holly crumbled to the mat, sucking wind and sobbing miserably as she lay quivering on the canvas. Holly kicked the canvas weakly, but otherwise lay motionless at Emily’s feet, utterly humbled and humiliated.

[Panda]

Emily felt the impact ringing through her knee and up her leg as Holly's full weight came down on it, pussy first. It was a pleasant feeling, even before Holly cried out in agony, but it wasn't enough. There was still something missing from the whole ensemble...

Shrugging, Emily glanced back at the timer. She didn't have much longer before the penalty round was up, and though she hardly feared Holly's retribution, it would still be a terrible thing not to make good use of what time she had left. The redhead licked her lips as she looked down at her foe, quivering and kicking at the canvas like a helpless child having a temper tantrum. Well, she supposed she couldn't blame Holly. As amazing as beating down the British Bombshell like this was, it couldn't feel good for her.

Smiling a cruel smile, Emily reached down for her foe, grabbing a fistful of those raven locks close to the scalp and pulling Holly up to her feet before pushing her back against the turnbuckle. She lifted Holly up by her hips, then hooked her legs over the middle ropes, leaving her seated and spread open painfully.

"I'm sure you can imagine what I can do to you from here, eh?" Emily mused cruelly, periwinkle eyes locked with hers as one hand went between those thick thighs and rubbed at her clothed pussy, "I imagine they'd eat it up too, wouldn't you say, Holly?"

Then, without much in the way of warning, Emily grabbed both sides of the rope and instead threw one of her knees up into Holly's left knee, smashing at the joint over and over. Finally, she ran away from the corner, bounced off the ropes, and came running back, only to leap up and fire off a stiff dropkick into that same knee. The final seconds of the penalty round were ticking down.

"Looks like you might have a little trouble standing on your own two feet right now," Emily mused, climbing back to her feet and taking a few steps back, "But come on, let's see that stiff upper lip you Brits are famous for."

With that, the timer finally ran down, the referee coming over to untie Holly's arms from the turnbuckle and help her down from the ropes, if she accepted it. All the while, Emily would watch with a smug smile on her face.

[Luncha_Libre]

After getting her pussy painfully pounded by Emily, Holly could only gasp for air and stare up at the lights. Getting hung up on the turnbuckle was bad enough, being Emily’s plaything for what felt like an eternity was even worse, but worst of all was the knowledge that, as her body hung there helplessly, Holly was totally powerless to do anything about this! Holly’s chest swelled as Emily teased her, sliding a hand between her thighs, sure she knew what was coming.

“AAAUGH!” Holly screamed as the shot to the knee brought her back to reality. “AAAH! AAAARGH! EEYAAAUUGH!” Expecting to be publicly molested yet again, Holly was instead up for something much worse. The British Bombshell’s screams didn’t get any quieter as she took her beating, blow after blow tearing into her knee, rendering her leg totally useless. If the British Bombshell had a chance of fighting back when this ‘penalty round’ was over, that was getting torn to shreds right now, in front of this packed crowd.

“NOOOOAAAAAAUGH!” Holly let out a scream with the final dropkick, her body rocking up and down with the force of the impact, nearly bouncing out of her singlet due to the force. Emily had just devastated her in these few short moments. Holly shook on the ropes wildly, body spasming in pain. Holly’s eyes went wide, her mouth open in a gasping scream, staring in horror at the knee that she was sure was utterly useless now. With the pain going through her body, Holly didn’t know if Emily had just done lasting damage, and she feared the worst.

“Uuugh … uuugh-nnngh … oooaaahhh …” Holly’ moans slowly subsided into sobs as the ref came over to release her from the turnbuckle. The Brit didn’t resist the effort to help, or even really acknowledge it. Instead, her buxom body flopped to the mat pitifully. Holly fell onto her front, ass in the air, until she rolled down. Both hands clutching her devastated knee, tears and sweat making her face shine, the Brit was in no shape to continue, but she would have no choice. The match was still on, despite Holly’s humiliating earlier submission, with no hope of making that walk of shame to the back. No, with this match that Holly had been roped into, her suffering wasn’t going to end until Emily said it ended, and the suffering Brit knew it!

[Panda]

If Holly's previous bout of screaming had been music to the ears, then what she gave Emily now might have been the opening act from an orchestra. Emily might have stood there and just listened if she'd had the time, and even after the ref came and released Holly, the redhead took a moment to admire the sight of the raven-haired Bombshell curled up on the ground.

"Ooh, that looks like it hurt pretty bad," Emily mused striding over to the downed Bombshell, "Maybe we should give that knee a break, yeah?"

With a lascivious smirk, Emily grabbed Holly's uninjured leg and dragged her closer to the turnbuckle, a wicked idea sprouting in her head. She slid out of the ring in one smooth motion, taking a moment to wave to the fans with her free hand before turning around and grabbing Holly's other leg as well, tucking both under her arms for a more secure grip.

"Hey, Holly," Emily teased, "Stop me if you've heard this one before!"

With that, she planted a boot on the ring post and pulled hard on her legs, trying to slam Holly's crotch into the ring post and keep pulling to grind her pussy painfully against it.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Ohh … ooohhh, oww,” Holly could only lay on her back, moaning in agony. She looked around the arena, bleary-eyed, dazed. The British Bombshell tried over and over again to force herself to get up and get back into the fight, but her body wouldn’t listen to her. Her throat was sore from screaming, and her leg felt like it could have been snapped in half.

“Oh, bloody hell …” Holly moaned, as she finally managed to get an arm up, and halfway roll up to her shoulder. By then, she could finally find Emily, but the redhead was already on the move. Holly looked up at Emily as she talked about giving Holly a break. Holly bit her lip and looked up at Emily with fear in her eyes, not stupid enough to think her opponent was suddenly turning over a new leaf, or something.

“What are you doing?” Holly gasped, as Emily took her by the leg and dragged her. Holly writhed, trying to twist out, but lacked the strength. The buxom British Bombshell twisted in Emily’s grip, her big round breasts bouncing around, nearly busting free in her panic, as she realized what was about to happen.

“AAAAAAAARGH!” Holly screamed as her crotch was yanked into the corner post! Holly arched her spine in pain, mouth open in a shocked gasp, staring up at the lights. The pain was overwhelming, leaving Holly utterly breathless, until she flopped back to the mat. “Oooh, my bits …” Holly whimpered, trembling, tears running down her cheeks as she gasped in pain.