The Prima Donna's Diary - Chapter 8: A Close Quarters Encounter (vs Sandra Thomas)

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami had no method of recourse as Sandra continued to lie on top of her, unknowingly holding the reins to this match's pace as the pair had collided and rolled around on the mats, leaving the inexperienced jobber somehow on top over her unaware foe. Despite the signs, Ami hadn't picked up on just how lowly of an opponent Sandra was. It didn't help that her mind was consumed by a multitude of promiscuous fantasies due to the nature of her position. Trapped beneath a thick, full-figured woman with said woman's sweat and breath rolling down her petite frame as their bodies rubbed together while pressing into one another...meanwhile, every single sound that left their lips echoed in her head, causing her to picture this moment from so many different angles, with every thought only causing her to spiral further. It was like a fantasy to the Prima Donna Darling, one she never wanted to wake up from. Her mind was torn between trying to struggle toward freedom or to simply 'accept' her fate and see where it took her.

Fortunately, she wouldn't be given much time to decide as Sandra proceeded with her next move. As Sandra softly whispered for Ami to be still, the petite Prima Donna somehow couldn't fight back against her, almost willingly obeying as if it were a command...and maybe it was...her breath hitched and her body trembled, feeling Sandra's hips grind up her backside as she slid forward, pressing down on her shoulders and keeping her pinned to the mat without actually registering a proper pinning position...all it left Ami feeling was trapped and powerless.

Then suddenly, Ami would feel a massive amount of weight on the back of her head as Sandra sat on top of her, her face getting squished into the mats beneath her, her breathing becoming frantic as she squirmed, whining and trying to escape, but still unable to find the strength to do so. What was HAPPENING to her?

In one not-so-swift...and rather sloppy...motion, Sandra managed to turn the petite brunette over onto her backside, locking her into an impromptu headscissors with Ami's head stuck between her thick thighs and her face stuffed against her crotch, forcing Ami's lips and nose into Sandra's trunks, the fabric and scent of her body invading her senses as her features rubbed against it, her face glowing red with embarrassment as her eyes tried to break eye contact with Sandra, but she inevitably kept looking back at the woman, staring up at her helplessly and in utter disbelief as Sandra had her trapped, smothering her bit by bit.

[Lycanstar]

Sandra tilted Her head in curiosity at Her opponent who remained trapped between Her thighs; a light rocking from left to right as if to illicit a reaction from the petite brunette. The lack of resistance especially had become very telling as Sandra pegged Ami for being deffinetly a capable wrestler; yet She remained in place as Sandra readjusted, squeezed and laid in place. Having nowhere else for Her to breathe, Sandra felt every breath from the woman almost tickling at Her... well, close to Her womanhood. It was... strange. Almost as if tickling at Her, but the breathing especially was providing more insight into Ami's mindset. There was a distinct lack of exasperative breathing- the kind Sandra would feel when even LOOKING at an opponent but here it was~ Unsteady. Almost calming.

The bright pink blush across Ami's face was growing more and more with every slight wiggle and adjustment Sandra made; perhaps it was time to make things... a little more definitive? After all it didn't seem that Ami would be doing much to escape the hold anyways...

"Alright, now lets..." Sandra opened Her thighs slowly and planted a foot down on either side of Ami's body, letting Ami's head remain where it was before starting to scoot forward once more and bring the top of Ami's head closer to Sandra's midsection. Once in closer, Sandra would lean forward and wrap Her arms around Ami's back in what appeared to be a rather wide spread hug while still seated- after all, She didn't want Ami to be able to squirm free already! While Sandra was inexperienced, She figured that keeping Her body as close and pressed to Her opponent's made plenty of sense as to disallow a larger range of movement... And it seemed to be working from what She could tell.

"Mhmf. Okay..." Sandra with an awkward hug wrapped around Ami would then lean forward and begin to squat Herself up with Ami's torso in tow! Sandra's feet haphazardly stepped around, attempting to locate Her best footing as She dragged Ami up more and more until Sandra was in a full standing position, carrying Ami's torso down low as the petite Brunette was forced against Sandra's midsection.

A big slam maybe... She's easy to carry and it will definitely be a spectacle to see!
Sandra's plan formulated in Her head that She would squeeze tightly and lift Ami up before dropping Her down! However the exact movements would need to be... tested. It's not like She had much experience beforehand so it would require a bit of... "Ah... here?" Sandra's left arm remained wrapped around Ami's back while Her right arm began fumbling down around Ami's thighs, attempting to find the best way to grip and lift; almost looking like She was trying to manoeuvre an awkward moving box. Sandra's fingers pressed into the inner thigh of Ami's left leg as She attempted to find the best leverage to lift Her up, while continuously keeping a tight hold on Her in case She tried something!

"Theeeere we are... alright, up we go..."
Sandra's right hand gripped tightly just under Ami's crotch onto Her left thigh, while Her left hand fell down under Her right armpit. Lifting up with a surprising ease She was almost not expecting- Sandra hoisted Ami into a rather rough looking carrying position! Sandra fumbled Ami's body for a second before readjusting Herself to hoist Her back upright, keeping a tight grip despite the imbalanced hold~ "Alright and down... down we go!"

Sandra looked to lift Ami up as high as She could within the same hold, keeping Her suspended at chest height before simply toppling Herself forward to land a-

*THOK!!!*

A devastating strong slam with Sandra's entire body crashing down on the awkwardly landing Ami! The dull thunk against the mats as the pair landed surely must have done a number on Ami as even Sandra felt a brunt of the impact! A slight gasp from the taller brunette made its way out as She almost seemed unprepared for the impact that She delivered! But that sudden shock turned to what almost seemed to be... joy? Excitement? Enthusiasm? What on earth was... was She feeling?

"I- I did it! I-I SLAMMED you hard!"

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami pawed at the woman's thighs, trying to make her would-be escape to no avail. It wasn't until Sandra decided to switch gears that the Prima Donna Darling found a brief moment where fresh and untainted air entered her lungs. Ami gasped, taking in a small breath before she felt Sandra's trunks press into her face again, the scent of the older woman's warm, slightly damp thighs clinging to her face, the sensation even stronger now as Ami's cheeks continued to redden. She was still trapped against her will, in spite of all her squirming. Every bit of wasted motion only served to tire the rookie out further as Sandra repositioned her, shifting that petite body upward until Ami's face pressed into Sandra's soft belly, her cheek squishing against her somewhat flabby skin. The bigger brunette awkwardly wrapped her arms around Ami in what seemed to be a...Bearhug setup? Strange. To the Prima Donna, however, it wouldn't matter as she had no method of recourse.

Then, the weight shifted, and Ami was tilted over with Sandra barreling forward into a squat position, rising off the mats with Ami in tow. The pair made their way up, and Sandra began to move with a newfound swiftness, albeit with mixed results as she continued to fumble around with how she handled Ami in her grasp. After a few more moments of Sandra trying to keep the squirming Prima Donna in place, she finally found her footing and decided to go for something extra special, tipping over like a tree in the forest.

In one fell swoop, Ami suddenly felt a lot of force and momentum carrying her back down to the floor before a huge amount of weight and pressure piled onto her. Her eyes flashed when her backside made contact with the mats, a stiff groan escaping her lips before Sandra's hefty figure squeezed out the last bit of air in her system, leaving her breathless beneath the brunette jobber. It wasn't the worst slam she had ever taken, but it did hurt, especially with Sandra's body crashing down on top of her. Despite the long-winded set-up, all Ami could do was flail and kick her legs helplessly as the big brunette hoisted her into the air before bringing her right back down with quite the haphazardly delivered slam. Even now, her legs weakly kicked the mat, her boots scraping against the padded floor as she wheezed, soft moans and groans coming from her mouth as she felt overbearing amounts of heat coming off Sandra's body.

Meanwhile, the brunette seemed rather excited over the prospect of slamming her young competitor down, almost like this was her first taste of power in a long while...or maybe even-...ever...Sandra seemed so aroused by the fact that she could truly have her way with this petite lass, throw her around a bit, slam her some more, and really enjoy herself for once...what seemed like a nightmarish scenario was slowly turning into a dream come true for Sandra, and now she was finally starting to realize it.

[Lycanstar]

To Sandra's excited surprise at Her own strength- Ami could only muster light groans, uneasy moans and shifting legs. Had Sandra really debilitated this seemingly experienced Woman so... so proficiently? She didn't know quite what to think but things seemed to be working out so dominantly in Her favour~ and after a slam like that it seemed the perfect time to try and... pin Her opponent like the rules stated!

Sandra kept Her body close onto Ami's as Her features slid across the smaller Woman's body very unflatteringly- crawling up Her body, Sandra shifted and smooshed Her weight down in case the Prima Donna tried anything sudden- exerting with a soft grunt as She was now pressed chest to chest with Her on the ground! Sandra would reach down Ami's body and grab at Her thigh, pawing lightly until achieving a proper grip and yanking Ami's leg as far forward as She could into what Sandra had seen was a "Pinfall" position. Sandra stared down blankly into Ami's expression as Her hair fell down, draping the pairs head into staring one another down- the sweaty and slightly exasperated Sandra panting out of Her mouth as She looked down in total confidence that She would keep Her opponent down long enough for...

1!
2!

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami tried to fight against the encroaching weight of Sandra's figure, pressing into her ...she wanted to deny her opponent this victory. She tried to prevent her from setting the pace and building more momentum against her. Yet, as Sandra lay atop her body, those pudgy curves sinking, flattening, and squishing against Ami's petite frame, the Prima Donna found herself captivated by the rush of euphoria she felt from this surprisingly erotic position.

It was so simple...so basic...The subtle grunts of exertion, Sandra putting everything into each movement. Her sizable chest squashing Ami's in an unintentionally dominant fashion, or perhaps it was dominant~...a tantalizing thought. The feeling of those unsure fingers slipping around her thigh before that grip tightened with confidence, Sandra tugging it upward nice and tight as Ami's shoulders rested firmly to the mat, the sound of her leotard's fabric stretching and tensing, the friction between their bodies stimulating the pair of brunettes as sweat mingled on their skin. Sandra's gaze met Ami's, the veil of her brown hair shielding Ami from the dim lights overhead as she could focus on nothing but the older woman...the older woman who had dismantled her so easily.

And in that instant, Ami was so...aroused. A newfound infatuation had stirred within her, a deep desire to see how far this could go, how far SANDRA could go. This growing admiration had the Prima Donna's heart pounding as her breath wavered, that timid and submissive nature welling up inside of her as she wanted to take a trip down the path of depravity...with so much time on the board, it wouldn't hurt to see where things went, would it?


3!



Sandra: 1
Ami: 0


*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Time Left: 26m 47s

[Lycanstar]

"Mhhf... ok... Time to keep going." Sandra spoke extremely matter of fact- almost robotically so as She dropped Ami's leg and leaned off of Her body. The brunette took in a couple of deep breaths as She stared down at the lightly squirming and embaressed looking Ami who had just been subjected to the jobbers first pinfall... Sandra's heart was beating with a heavy pace as She took in the fact that She was... winning. Silently so, She cheered internally as a hopeful feeling in Her stomach told Her that this could be Her night- She could just... dominate~

"God... why am I so hot? Is it... it..." Sandra's moment of reprise from Ami's body made Her realize that the brunette was sweating buckets, Her throat feeling dry and skin glistening as She rubbed Her forehead. It couldn't... be from the exertion, right? Had She even put in that much effort to warrant such a feeling? Whatever it was, Sandra had to take a layer off or make Herself more comfortable somehow; but with Her "Attire" there was very few options... well, except for one.

Sandra parked Her rear on Ami's hips as She squatted Her feet on either side of the smaller woman, keeping Her "pinned" in place as She readied Herself for the next round, breathing heavily as She leaned forward and began to untie Her boots. Sandra dully kicked the mat as Her boot began to slip off Her heel, leaving Her barefoot as She kicked the boot away from the pair. Following with the second, Sandra soon found Herself barefoot and while still sweating, a welcoming and relief filled inhale made it clear this cooled Her down just enough. Her toes curled into the mat as She stared back down at the completely flushed Ami- Her expression and breathing making it so clear there was some kind of connection between the two~ an almost...

"Oh! Well, I don't want you stepping on my toes in your boots... You don't mind... do you?" Sandra knew She wouldn't receive too coherent of an answer. Ami had dont nothing outside of lightly moan and whine for a while now- so the blushed expression on Her face was all the permission Sandra needed to turn Herself around and lift Ami's leg. While still sat on Ami's hip, the brunette jobber hugged the rookie's leg tightly to Her body and began fumbling with the lace. Ami had nowhere to go and nothing to see besides Sandra's rear and backside as Her boot eventually slid off with some amount of nudging. Pulling it all the way off, Sandra tossed the longer boot to the side and allowed Ami's bare leg to settle back down to the canvas before starting on the other. Similar motion- hugging tightly and untying with little urgency as a few exhales of effort could be heard.

"Mmh. There we go... Alright Ami... ready for round 2?" The almost oblivious way Sandra continued to speak must have surely seemed like a farce at this point. She lightly brushed Her hand against Ami's bare thigh as She lowered Her leg to sit foot down on the canvas before raising Herself off of Ami's waist into a standing position. The sound of Sandra's bare feet lightly slapping against the mats as She stepped around Ami's prone body made the whole scene... more intimate. Despite being apart now, Sandra had a feeling the two would soon be more close than ever. "Can you stand please?"

[Misfit_Alien]

The timer beeped, and the first point had been scored, with Sandra taking the lead in a surprising turn of events. Ami lay in a heap with a small puddle of sweat forming beneath her body as Sandra rested on top of her, the weight making her sink further into the padded mats. Ami's body trembled as she whined softly, trying to wrap her head around what had just occurred. Was this really happening? The beeping from the automatic timer snapped her back into reality, and now she was questioning so many things, yet her mind continued to wander back to that place before the beeping...where she felt so comfortable with just letting things play out between herself and Sandra, all the while beginning to comprehend the fact that Sandra might not be as sharp of a wrestler as she presumed.

Meanwhile, Sandra herself was lost in thought, excited by the premise of what it was like to be on the opposite side of a domination scenario for once in her 'career', but a moment of realization clouded her mind as she was concerned about cooling off for a moment. With nothing to really strip herself of, she decided to sit down on Ami's body, with the brunette struggling and squirming beneath Sandra some more as she barely kept herself from getting pinned again. Thankfully, Sandra was too preoccupied with removing her boots to comment on what would have been considered a rather unruly bit of resistance coming from the petite young woman. Eventually, this led to Sandra removing Ami's boots as well, and the Prima Donna was helpless to the notion as she still squirmed, but Sandra continued like it was nothing.

With their boots discarded and their feet laid bare on the cold, padded surface of the room, Sandra would finally stand herself back up, allowing Ami the chance to do so herself. Ami moved up to her knees, looking up at Sandra with a lot of red on her face as she blushed hard. She shuddered a bit and got back up, raising her arms to try and ready herself for Sandra's next move...yet she didn't make any moves of her own. If anything, she was completely waiting for Sandra, almost inviting her to do something. Anything....anything she wanted. "C-...Come on..." Ami said, a little nervous. "G-grab me..." She whispered, shuffling awkwardly from side-to-side, her toes digging into the mats as her lip quivered a bit after each syllable. There was something there, deep down...something Ami didn't want to admit out loud. That dark curiosity...that inner desire of hers. She wanted to coax Sandra into following through, but she didn't know how much she could let slip. Could she be open about what she wanted? Sandra still seemed so...casual...about everything.