Chantelle C. Vs. Eileen S. - Left To Shudder

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Chantelle struggled as any would regardless of their feelings towards this predicament, but with the way Eileen had her equally sized foe, it meant only one thing. That she'd be grinding up into Eileen's curves, which in turn made the redhead rub all the harder back!

Shooting her victim a sly grin in response to her whispered query, Eileen would push down a little more so on the hands she now held tightly, if only to put emphasis on her hips and thighs. Pressure and then some would begin to befall Chantelle's lower half, as Eileen took to lightly grinding her victims hips into mush! With her unyielding thighs keeping Chantelle's lower half completely trapped, the only saving grace for the unsuspecting gal would be Eileen's loosening grip on her wrists.

As the redhead took to balancing herself, as she lifted one hand up to her thick bosom. Before she slowly ran her fingers across her curves, to the enjoyment of the crowd and perhaps even Chantelle! With Eileen naturally checking on the latter, as she gazed down past her own heaving, self-groped bosom to lock eyes with her foe!

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Chantelle's query was only met with a sly smile and the tightening of Eileen's hold on the reeling veteran. Her hands were pinned to the canvas, the shadow of Eileen's voluptuous form hanging over her. But things were only about to get worse for her now, as slowly the other woman began pressing her hips down, forcing their bodies together...

"Nhh... what... unnhh..." Chantelle moaned fitfully as Eileen began grinding her shapely hips into the trapped jobber, pressing the Scot firmly against the canvas as her foe's body ground sensuously into her. She squirmed pathetically, her mind a haze of confusion as the strange onslaught continued.

The grip on her wrists was eased, but she barely, noticed, distracted as she was by the gyrating form of her opponent. Her eyes were transfixed as Eileen reared up, the redhead beginning to grope her own curvaceous frame which sent the fans into raptures! Chantelle bit her lip, her breath catching in her throat as she stared up, the unmistakable tingling of arousal shuddering through her whole body.

With an effort of will she managed to tear her gaze away from Eileen's alluring form, squeezing her eyes shut with a mewl and turning her head away. With her free hand she pushed weakly at Eileen's abdomen in protest.

"S-stop," she burbled. "Get... get off! Stop it!"

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Chantelle could have easily have heaved up, shoving Eileen off her or even embracing her to turn the mount into one of her own. Hell, she could of simply thrown up a hook - right into her open abdomen.

The fact that she didn't told Eileen one thing. That her tactic was baring lovely fruit!

With Chantelle turning away as to avoid the pleasurable sight that was Eileen Sommers groping herself, it was only a weak push upon Eileen's core that the redhead would contend with. Something that made her laugh!

"Sure...thing..." Lowering herself as to have her bust atop of Chantelle's own with the red locks of Eileen tickling upon her face yet again, Chantelle would find Eileen slipping from her but perhaps she would wish she hadn't. For Eileen would willingly give up the top spot as she now rolled to her side, and then her back. Pulling Chantelle with her all the whilst!

Though Eileen did not now put herself in the most disadvantageous of spots purely for the challenge of it, as she made sure to keep her loose grapevine hold upon Chantelle's legs all the whilst after reapplying it following her grope. For that hold would be pivotal in what came next, as Eileen looked for perhaps one of her most dominant moments in her wrestling career!

With her hands raised to press at Chantelle's armpits, a heave of strength would see Chantelle now lifted as to be above the redhead. In a reverse romero!

Fans of Eileen would look on with mouths agape, given this was not simply a submission hold in the arsenal of the redheads. This was her signature hold - Above Greatness!

Albeit Chantelle would take solace and then some in the fact that she was neither weakened to the point of being easily submitted, nor was Eileen herself actively applying the hold! She was simply using it as a means to dominantly hold Chantelle up before the crowds!

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Chantelle let out a faint gasp of arousal as Eileen's body pressed down against hers, the other woman's breasts pushing against hers and bringing fresh flushes of crimson to the Scottish beauty's cheeks. She felt her opponent's svelte frame grind across hers as Eileen shifted position. In her flustered, confused state, it took Chantelle far too long to realise what was happening to her.

At first there was a brief instant of relief as the other woman slid off of her, only for her to then suddenly be pulled sideways, still entangled with her buxom tormentor. She felt a firm grip under her arms and the next thing she new she was rising from the canvas!

"Wha...no-ooohhhh!" Chantelle burbled helplessly as her body was thrust powerfully upwards, her legs still entwined in the grapevine hold as Eileen effortlessly lifted the reeling Scot into the air. "Nhh... put me down... unnhh..."

She writhed weakly, hands gripping at Eileen's wrists in a pathetic attempt to dislodge her foe's grip. Right no, however, the veteran was going nowhere, held up on display in a most embarrassing fashion as Eileen took full advantage of her befuddlement!

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The submission would have worked Chantelle's legs like no other - hell it was why Eileen had the move reserved for finishers. But in this predicament, with next to no active flexing given by Eileen's thighs upon Chantelle's own, it would serve but one purpose.

To hold Chantelle up in a humiliating manner!

Holding tightly upon the upper biceps of her foe, Chantelle would be able to press her hands upon Eileen's own though she wouldn't be given chance to bend her arms inwards enough to truly struggle. The only thing that would save Chantelle now would be some outlandishly strong flexing of her own thighs - to bend her ankles and feet in, to unhook them from Eileen's own. Unless she could muster the strength, it would be Eileen's own physical strength that would dictate how long the hold went on. And nothing more!

Shaking her head in response with that cruel grin emerging, Eileen took to bouncing her foe in a rather lively manner as to make her jiggle for the crowd! Watching with delight as her foe likely grew all the more redder and all the more desperate, Eileen would make note of the fatigue building in her biceps as she went on. She was out to humiliate this gal, but not at the cost of being able to use her arms again in this match!

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Chantelle moaned fitfully as she was suspended skywards, arms flapping uselessly as Eileen held her by the biceps. She tried to flex her thighs to push back against the pressure being put on her by the voluptuous wrestler, but she lacked the leverage to really threaten breaking free. Still flushed and flustered from Eileen's advances, she couldn't concentrate, stuck on display for the audience to jeer at.

"No-ohhhhh!" Chantelle wailed as Eileen began to bounce the shapely Scot up and down in the humiliating hold, make her breasts shake within the hugging confines of her lycra one-piece for the fans to ogle. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to endure the pressure upon her thighs, knowing that she thoroughly lacked the ability to power out of this dire situation. Things were going from bad to worse for her in this match now.

All she could do was hold on and pray Eileen ran out of steam!

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Had Eileen possessed greater physical strength, she might have held this hold until Chantelle gave in after all. Despite said moment likely being a good few minutes off and then some!

But with the biceps she had, Eileen knew she was beginning to exhaust what strength she had. Embarrassing Chantelle would be all for nought if her foe was given free reign against a foe who couldn't even raise her arms!

All at once releasing, Eileen would seek to haplessly throw Chantelle off of her as she pushed to her side. Intending to have her foe roll with enough time to rise without issue, Eileen would then quite literally dust herself off, with either hand rubbing down the opposing bicep.

"Hmmm...What to put you in next..."

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At last, Chantelle was freed from the torment of this hold, managing to hold out long enough that Eileen couldn't keep her there. It was a very, very small victory for the Scot as she was dumped back down onto the canvas, sent rolling a couple of meters away where she slumped to the mats, panting for breath. She clasped a hand to her forehead, the other resting over her breast as she tried to gather her thoughts; tried to regain some of her senses after the grinding onslaught of her opponent.

She heard Eileen's musing, however, and that finally galvanised her into some kind of action. Having rolled away from her foe after being released, she must have been closer to the ropes than before. Looking around, Chantelle rolled onto all fours, trying to crawl and reach for the bottom rope to buy herself more time to recover, before Eileen could catch up to her and enact further punishment on the reeling veteran.

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Chantelle was to the ropes in no time at all, but they would offer her no salvation. For pushing to her feet, Eileen would be on her in no time at all. With her body looming over Chantelle's own, as that sinister glare grew all the more on Eileen's face!

"Need a hand?" The redheaded beauties sinister whisper would flow through Chantelle's locks as she hung over her, with the referee already pacing over to the duo as the redhead made her move. That being to hook her arms under and around Chantelle's own, though not for a waist lock or otherwise to help her rise. No, Eileen's hands were going straight to Chantelle's goods - her bosom!

With a hand to either breast, Eileen would quite visibly lick her lips, as she sought to press her hands as tightly back into that chest as she could. To squeeze and fondle Chantelle's rack in a painful way - even as her victim latched her hands to the ropes!

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Chantelle's escape to the ropes only brought the reeling jobber a brief moment of relief. Still aching from the length of the previous hold, she was sluggish as she began to pull herself to her feet. Before she could turn to face her tormentor, she heard the sultry whisper that send electricity up her spine, before a pair of hands tucked under her arms, hooking around to clasp her pert tits!

"No... unnh... get off!" Chantelle blurted in surprise, wriggling in Eileen's grasp as the other woman groped her breasts. The veteran Scot bucked her body, her grip on the ropes tightening instinctively against this new invasive hold! "Noooo...!" Her ineffectual flailing was further fodder for the law fans and she screwed her eyes shut, feeling Eileen's svelte frame pressing into her from behind.

Feeling her nipples hardening despite the pain of Eileen's touch, Chantelle could feel her body responding to the combination of pleasure and pain. She bit her lip, shaking her head as though denying the reality. She knew she needed to escape from this hold now, or Eileen would once more grind her into putty! With what concentration and strength she could muster, she pulled back hard on the ropes, leaning into Chantelle's body as she did so.

Then, when the top top was fully taut, she would suddenly let go, at the same time pushing with her feet to try and knock Eileen off balance as both of them went staggering backwards.