An Improper Introduction: Heather Sunderland vs. Wendy Winston

[TiefBlau]

This was a lovely position for sure, Heather absolutely loved capturing girls between her legs like this--and the surprise that she saw on Wendy's face when she was going for it was such a satisfying thing to see. Not many people expect a high-flyer like Heather to even go for any sort of submission holds..and truth be told, when she first started out, she didn't really do it at all..but she's developed a couple ones over time for sure!

Shekept the hold nice and locked--tight around Wendy's head, squeezing as close as she could with her thighs as they nearly wrapped around Wendy's cheeks and face. She wriggled her hips just slightly, moving it along the mat beneath her to jerk her head around just slightly, nodding her head a couple times at just--being pleased with herself in this whole thing.

"Nh--hah--how's that feel? Pretty strong I'd say, right? Hopefully you can handle it and last a little long at least!" She teased and taunted her, wiggling her hips left and right to keep up the little swerving of where she was applying pressure.

She plant her hands onto the mat, pressing to lift up her hips, bending Wendy's head back and using the leverage to squeeze even more tightly. Inadvertently--the position pushed her crotch upwards a little, pressing and teasing at Wendy's features with her movements.

[BlackAkuma]

Had Wendy ever been in a headscissor before? She was about 90% sure she hadn't. This felt like the sort of thing she would remember, having her head crushed between a pair of - admittedly awesome - thighs while her opponent looked on and laughed. She had to say, she wasn’t the biggest fan of it, as every little flex from Heather’s legs made it that much harder to breathe.

View was nice, though. Smell, too. And the feel of her legs, once you got past the crushing.

In fact, the longer she was down here, the longer she wanted to be down here, and she couldn't shake the feeling she wasn’t alone in that opinion. The way Heather was twisting around, squirming, gyrating, she was reveling in the moment. As much as Wendy hated being on the receiving end, she had to admit, her opponent was making the look work.

Instead of pushing away, Wendy pressed forward, burying her face deep between Heather’s legs. There were two layers of clothing between her and the tender spot underneath, but that didn't stop her from rubbing her face against it and letting out a low, rumbling moan. At the same time, her hands came up and grabbed hold of the high-flyer’s first-class ass again, squeezing tight through those baggy jean, groping them, massaging them, just loving the feel.

”Feel’s good…to me.” Wendy spoke in bursts when she came up for air. ”How about you?”

[TiefBlau]

Heather was more than happy to introduce the girl to the feeling of being trapped in a scissor hold like this. She made sure to put her through all the motions--the tight squeeze, the moving of her hips, the readjusting to make sure her neck felt all different sorts of pressure in all different directions. Heather was quite skilled when it came to applying a scissorhold.

While it wasn't exactly her specialty, it was something that Heather enjoyed quite a bit, especially being able to see the reactions that she got from the one she was applying it to..and Wendy was giving her quite the lovely range of emotions.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you might want to stay right there" She teased her a bit, seeing the subtle changes in her expression that seemed to show off that the girl was--getting used to being trapped between Heather's thighs a little. She let out a long breath, nodding her head just slightly--all up until she felt her..really enjoying herself.

She bit her lip hard at the feeling of her moaning right against her crotch, a tint of red steadily forming on Heather's cheeks, coupled even moreso by her hands going straight to her butt. She arches a little more, her grip on the girl's head loosening a noticeable amount from the slight bit of pleasure that was running through her from her actions, wincing hard.

"Tch..I..W-well..with what you're doing--y-you're beginning to make it feel better than it should..s..so cut it out--" She let out with a huff, feeling her grip weakening steadily.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy could think of far, far worse places to be than between Heather Sunderland’s thighs.

The thing she was hating the most right now was her opponent’s choice of clothing. She had her chest on display, easy access up there, but these punk pants of hers were hiding her great legs, making them an unseen treasure. Wendy was the type to let her stuff hang all out, so she couldn't get the logic, but she supposed the style didn’t matter much at the moment - she was here, she was enjoying it, and she had ample time.

The scissorhold was hampering her enjoyment, true, but that was getting weaker by the second, losing its oomph as they got more and more into the moment. No surprise, but Heather’s protests didn’t make Wendy ease up - quite the opposite, really. She picked up the pace, gripped hard, moaned louder. The only break came when she brought her lips to the button on Heather’s pants, nipped it with her teeth, and pulled it free, giving her a little skin to lick at. A taste of things to come.

But, good as all this way, it wasn’t enough to satisfy Wendy. Where to go from here?

Ah. She had a good idea.

With her grip on Heather’s ass tighter than ever, Wendy lifted up, planted one foot on the floor, then another, and began to rise up to her feet. Her back muscles surged, showing off her impressive power as she deadlifted her opponent straight off the ground and held her aloft on her shoulders. She stumbled back a step, came close to losing her balance, then righted herself with her feet planted firm, keeping her opponent up high.

The audience wasn’t sure what to make of Wendy, but that was enough to get a round of applause out of them. Not that Heather cared - she was busy looking up at Heather with a demon’s glint in her eyes. ”Ready for a ride, hun?”

[TiefBlau]

Heather was desperately trying to keep the hold on her head as tightly as she could, cursing out at the fact that she was just--so weak against these sort of things that Wendy was doing. She shudders and whines out at the sensation of her picking up the pace even more so, breathing and moaning heavily and deeply against her crotch, the grip tight at her butt making her body arch and wriggle even more so.

"Nnh! H-hey hey! W-what did I just say??" She let out as if that would actually change anything. As if t hat weren't enough, Wendy pulled right at her button with her teeth like that, the action loosening it enough that it might as well have popped right off..the threads in that button weren't anywhere near tight enough anymore to actually keep her waist in. A deep shudder rushed through her at the sensation of her licking right where she had exposed, clenching her fists tightly from that intense little rush from the wet muscle--giving way to the air feeling chilling against her.

She was about to complain, wanting to pull away and just get some distance, but before she could, she felt herself being steadily lifted up, Heather brought all the way up to be seated on Wendy's shoulders, her eyes widening at the position she was currently in.

Her heart skipped a beat at the words that Wendy said, shaking her head to refuse her as much as she could. She tried to reaffirm her grip on her head, attempting to just--throw her body back, trying to flip Wendy onto her back with a frankensteiner!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy might have been making this look easy, and it was probably easier for her than most, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t some challenge, here. Heather was no heavyweight, but she wasn’t some scrappy lightweight, either. Keeping her up on her shoulders like this was putting a real strain on Wendy’s body, testing her more with each second, and she’d have to dump her opponent sooner rather than later. Shame, too - with all the power gone out of her foe’s legs, she could fully savor all the heavy, and she couldn't get enough of that flesh on her tongue.

She was enjoying it too much, maybe, because the time she spent reveling could’ve been spent slamming. It was an opening Heather made use of, too, as she threw her body for a wild movement, one that would’ve sent Wendy flying.

It came close, too. Wendy was heaving forward, tipped over, was on the edge…and then she slammed her foot down hard and brought all that momentum to a screeching stop, stopping the frankensteiner in mid-motion. She’d have had head spiked on the canvas once today, she wasn’t about to let it happen again that easily.

WIth a hard grunt that echoed through Heather’s thighs, Wendy pulled back up and stood straight again, resuming the position from before. She knew this couldn't last, though - she had came close to escaping before, she’d have better luck next time. The usual thing would be to hit her with a powerbomb and call it a day, but as it turned out, Wendy had something better to work with.

Wendy pushed up on Heather’s butt, lifting her off the shoulders, and gave her enough of a push to get the punkette over her head, making her come down behind her. As she fell, however, she reached up, grabbed her arms, and pulled them forward with both hands, trapping Heather against her back and stretching her out with a Gory Special - or, as she liked to call it, the ‘Bitch Breaker’. A submission hold that would leave her hang in the air, chest jutting out, on full display for all the world to see.

[TiefBlau]

Heather totally thought she could turn things around, her body jolting backwards with that frankensteiner attempt, a bit of a grin forming on her face..one that would be wiped from her expression quite quickly afterwards. She grunt out just a bit at the impact of Wendy slamming her foot down onto the mat, bracing herself and stopping Heather from flipping the two of them over. She grit her teeth hard, flailing just a little before she was lift right back up, pulled back up onto her shoulders.

A little yelp came from Heather's mouth as she was pushed over her head like that, her body bent quite roughly with her arms being caught in her grasp, the quite strong girl locking and yanking her by her arms for that rough bending!

"A-aagh!! Ghaah!!" She yells out loudly, her body twisting and turning at Wendy's back, trapped nice and fully in the girl's submission hold as her own chest was pushed out quite a bit, jiggling and bouncing with all of Heather's struggles, giving the crowd quite the sight indeed. It was a deep, stinging pain, enough to make her whine and yell out quite loudly from it, echoing throughout the arena.

"G-ghuaah!! A-aagh!! G-et..l-let..let go of me!!" Her near pleads were ringing out, her joints feeling like they were burning as her lower back was pulsing hard from the intense pain!

[BlackAkuma]

As Wendy locked in this hold, she turned towards the screen and viewed herself on it, making sure got a good angle and everything was going okay back there. It could be a tricky move to pull off, and while she’d never screwed up the execution, she’d come closer than she would’ve liked on several occasions. It’d make for a lame way to debut.

But no, she got it on just right, and it helped a lot that Heather was on the lighter side. She could’ve done this all day. Would’ve been a fun way to spend it, if she didn’t have a match to win.

”Oh, come on, Heather! You got this, girl!” She pressed down even harder as her opponent’s cries rang in her ears like sweet music. The woman had a lovely voice for shrieking, had to give it to her. ”Just got to tough it out! Show me what you’re made of, come on!”

Wendy would’ve loved to do this a little longer, but it was clear that Heather wasn’t going to tap - not that she wanted her to, anyway She needed to be worked over a lot more before that happened, and she already knew the best way to make it happen.

”Ah, fine, you want to get off, I’ll let you off.” She had a deep, rumbling laugh, and licked her lips. ”Get ready for a rough ride, baby girl.”

Wendy released Heather’s arms at once, letting her fall forward, while she reached down, pulled her ankles up, and kicked out her own legs while she dropped to a sitting position. The result would have her opponent’s body flying to the floor at high speed, as Wendy attempted to smash her with a Gory Special Bomb.

[TiefBlau]

Heather twist and turned as much as she could in that tight hold she was locked in--quite the impressive lock that was sending a pulsing pain through her whole body. Wendy's teasing words about her being able to tough it out just made her groan out even louder, letting out all the built up yells from the pain that was running through her as if it was some kind of way to dull the pain a bit.

She was wriggling left and right, her arms tugging desperately to try to break herself free, refusing tapping fully! She wasn't about to give in..and it seemed that Wendy knew full well that was the case. Her eyes widened as she suddenly released her arms, jolting her towards the mat with that Gory Special Bomb! Her body collided hard with the canvas, her face and chest just flattening into the mat as the impact rocked her hard!

Her grunt was almost muffled by the landing she just took, feeling like the pain from before was multiplied a ridiculous amount, clenching her fists tightly to endure it, fighting to just--get control back over her body as it felt sprawled and totally out of it from such a hard landing.

[BlackAkuma]

And down she went, crashing into the canvas with a lovely impact. It was such a good hit that they even did a reply on the titantron, and Wendy got a good look at her handiwork. Excellent hangtime, really drove her hard, managed to get just the right amount of impact with her timing, couldn't have asked for much better. Perfection.

”Love it.” She smacked her lips at the sight of the down, wrecked woman. ”Just love it.”

Now, that move would be more than a worthy way of ending the match. But fun? No. Wendy had far, far better things planned for this woman, and now that she had her down and suitably pacified, it was time she got to business.

”Hey. Heather.” Without rising from her knees, she turned around, gave the woman a hard slap on the ass, then gripped her pants tight and yanked her over on her back. ”Got something for ya.”

Wendy crawled along Heather’s downed body, staying low, just enough to make her fulsome features slide along every inch of the way. She made her way up, inch by inch, only stopping when her chest was right above her opponent’s face and her thick thigh pressed into her lap. She enjoyed the position and ground down against the small woman, just taking a moment to let everything settle in. Too give her some pleasure. For some sense to come back into those eyes.

The moment it did, Wendy would reached around Heather’s head with both hands and pulled her deep with her chest, gripping her tight for a smother with her bouncing, sweaty breasts, covering her mouth, nose, and eyes with enveloping flesh.