Danielle Degardin vs. Ossi Shamar - First-to-Five Humiliation Selfie Match

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Danielle winced, groaning and twisting her body as she struggled against Ossi's attempts to hold her in. Her teeth were clenched in a scowl, and she hissed with fury, her nails digging into the palms of her clenched hands. The mere thought of being below anyone was unbearable. The fact it was Ossi, of all people, just made it worse - and it was truly intolerable to think that she was being taunted about it all the while! She was fighting every urge she had to scream in fury and lose all sense of composure she had. But she couldn't. She had far more important things to worry about - and she already had a plan germinating in her head to get herself free.

Sure enough, the redhead kicked, dislodging Ossi's leg from where it was holding her up. She felt the balance give way, and for a moment she smiled, pleased with her efforts. That same grin was soon wiped off her face, however, as she was pulled down with Ossi as the two of them plummeted to the mat! Danielle groaned as she landed, still tangled with her rival. She kicked her legs, trying to shake Ossi off enough in order to recenter herself. "Ackph-!! Get off!"

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Both of the sneering arrogant foes went crashing to the canvas together, jumbled up in a mess of perfect limbs as they fought for position. Ossi tried to hold her headlock on Danielle as her opponent thrashed around, but it soon became apparent that she lacked the strength to do so. Despite her best efforts she lost her hold with a gasp of annoyance, flopping down to the canvas.

"You'll pay... for your slander you wretch!" Ossi panted as Danielle attempted to scramble clear. Not wanting to let her 'advantage' slip away, Ossi pursued her. Pushing herself to her knees she tried to lunge forward desperately to catch Danielle in a grapple, not wanting to let the model regain her feet first.

[CaptainL]

It was a less than graceful landing, when the two women collapsed in a heap against one another, kicking and flailing to break away. Danielle's long and well-sculpted leg shot up from the mat, flying into Ossi's side a few times to jostle her, and eventually it became clear she was simply too much of a handful to keep under control. If there was any good that came out of this, Danielle at least got Ossi to release her head. She rolled back up to her hands and knees, trying to back away.

She didn't get far, however, before Ossi closed in after her. The fury in her had hardly died down, and Dani would be faced with it as she lunged forward to throw her weight against the redhead. But Danielle was just as furious! For a moment, seeing Ossi come nearer, she froze. But she quickly turned that into the will to fight back, as she clenched her teeth and lunged back at her to throw her arms around her, meeting her grapple with one of her own to turn it into a lockup while they were on their knees.

The ex-model leaned forward, her eyes narrowed and piercing into Ossi's own as she stared her down. She tried to shove forward with her shoulders in an effort to disrupt her opponent's hold on her, while she held fast to the Syrian. "And get OUT of my face-!"

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Ossi succeeded in closing on Danielle before the former model could escape her clutches, and for a moment she felt a surge of confidence as she reached out to grapple with the woman, trying to trap her in an advantageous position. 2-0 down in the match already, the Syrian heiress knew she needed to win this next fall to stop the inexplicable momentum her infuriating adversary had accumulated.

However, what she hadn't expected was Danielle to suddenly turn and lunge forward to meet her in the grapple! Ossi's eyes widened in surprise as the two haughty women met, clasped together on their knees and jostling for position. She gritted her teeth with effort, trying to hold Danielle at bay as the woman pushed forward, clearly furious to have been brought to the canvas in such a manner.

"Nghhh!" Ossi blurted in dismay as Danielle shoved hard with her shoulders, dislodging the Syrian's grip on her and giving the Frenchwoman an advantageous position in the grapple. "Ohhh NO!" She squealed in panic as she began to be borne backwards by Danielle's greater strength, her hands scrabbling for purchase against the other woman's grip as she was overpowered. Her back arched as Danielle shoved, and it wouldn't be long before Ossi was forced flat on her back!

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Danielle was angry that Ossi was showing her up. She was angry she was even daring to try, when she was so clearly inferior. It was that anger that kept her head in the game, as she refused to be held down for long. Even as Ossi began to pull her forward, Danielle suddenly lurched in closer, throwing her shoulders into the Syrian's own to disrupt her grip on her. From the look on her face, Ossi wasn't prepared for this - which was all the more to Dani's liking!

"Oh YES!" she shouted back, meeting Ossi's dismay with a grin. The rage in her soon faded; she was all the more encouraged by the sight of her rival faltering. With her resistance beginning to slip, Danielle was only encouraged to shove herself forward even more, going to bring Ossi onto her back with herself on top. If the redhead could succeed in that, she would go straight to trying to restrain her opponent; her legs would lace around Ossi's to try to hold her down in a grapevine as she brought herself forward further to lay on top of her.

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Ossi lost her purchase in the grapple utterly as Danielle pressed forwards, the former model's fury driving her on in a manner that the arrogant Arab couldn't hope to match. She struggled desperately to hold her ground, but soon she was shoved back. In a few brief seconds one poor decision had ensured that she'd lost her advantage and this insufferable wretch was taking control yet again!

There was nothing she could do. With a shrill shriek of frustration Ossi was tipped backwards and collapsed to the canvas, the frame of her beauteous foe on top of her once again. Before she could do anything to salvage the situation, Danielle quickly made sure to retain the upper hand. Ossi's arms were pinned to the canvas, and she felt Danielle's strong legs entwine around hers, holding them in place and making it impossible for the Syrian to escape. She shook her head in dismay and denial, her thick locks of dark hair pillowing around her head.

"Unhand me!" she screeched helplessly, once again trapped beneath Danielle, what little momentum she had now thoroughly erased by Danielle's retaliation. All she could do was lie there squirming, waiting for whatever the Frenchwoman had in store!

[CaptainL]

Danielle's emotions were as tempestuous as her personality. A moment ago, with Ossi taking control, she had felt slighted and ashamed; the very idea that her opponent could even get a single blow in on her was a betrayal of everything she stood for. It enraged her, and she was dead set on correcting such a grievous wrong. But now, she had turned the tables, and the anger in her turned to elation, knowing the rightful balance in the universe had again been restored. She fell on top of Ossi, her toned stomach pressed against the Syrian's own as her hands landed atop her wrists to hold them to the mat and her legs coiled around her foe's to immobilize her. And as her head hung overhead, looking into Ossi's eyes with a piercing gaze, a smile played across the Frenchwoman's face.

"I imagine this must be what you felt like just a moment ago, isn't it?" Dani taunted. "This happiness? This vindication? Ah...it's a pity, then, that you've only been able to feel it for a few short seconds, compared to my successes." She began to twist her body from side to side, rubbing closer against Ossi with a wiggle of her hips just to mock her a little more. With how she was laying low over the girl, Ossi would have to feel every little motion. "I, on the other hand, am good enough to achieve lasting success. It's proven!" Though Danielle would have to act eventually, for now she was content with getting in Ossi's head.

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A disaster. That was the only word that described the sudden turning of the tables that left Ossi once more trapped in Danielle's clutches, her limbs immobilized, the former model's body pressing against her to hold her in place as she endured the stinging mockery once more. Her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment as Danielle gave a withering assessment of her conduct in the match so far.

Ossi averted her face from Danielle's mockery, screwing her eyes shut as though trying to deny the reality of her humiliating predicament. Her body twitched weakly as she tried to maintain her useless struggles, but there was no escaping from this hold until the Frenchwoman let her go.

A squeak of shock escaped Ossi's lips as Danielle wriggled her hips against the trapped Syrian. Her breath caught in her throat as an twinge of arousal shuddered through the arrogant Arab, her opponent's shapely form pressing over her now beginning to stir up some thoroughly unwelcome sensations! She shook her head once more, still unable to look Danielle in the eye.

"Let me go..." she whined piteously, her normal brash commands now replaced with something that could only be described as begging!

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The smug, self-satisfied grin that was plastered across Danielle's face was only growing wider by the minute, as she stared down at her opponent pinned helplessly beneath her. Though she was prepared to taunt Ossi some more, to let the moment sink in a little before she went for a more punishing position, it seemed that merely being caught beneath the Frenchwoman was enough to push her near to her breaking point. Danielle didn't know if she would even need to push things any further - not that she would mind if she did, of course.

"What was that?" Danielle leaned in closer, as though she didn't register any of Ossi's choked gasps. She heard her, of course - but she wasn't content to let Ossi get away with silence when she could admit her own horrid inferiority before so many ears, with no chance to keep her dignity intact. "I thought you said something, but I couldn't hear...you're going to have to speak up, darling." Enjoying having the unfortunate girl at her mercy, Dani began to slide further up along her body, grinding herself back and forth over Ossi as she made her way up to her chest.

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Ossi let out a wordless, shrill exclamation as Danielle, unsurprisingly, did not release her from her humiliating position, leaving the heiress pinned beneath the model yet again. She blushed furiously, achingly aware that if this match had had any kind of normal stipulations she'd already have lost it several times over! Again she tried to free herself, her body surging briefly beneath Danielle, but it was no use. The French woman was too strong and all she could do was slump back to the canvas again.

"I said," she whined. "Let me go! Let me out of this! You... you can't just keep me here like th-unnnhhhhh!" Ossi's desperate, whinging rant was abruptly cut off as Danielle began to grind their bodies together.

She gasped in shock, her body shuddering as Danielle ground against her shamelessly, inching up and up until she was positioned on the Syrian's chest! By then Ossi was utterly helpless, her whole body tingling from Danielle's treatment, overpowered and pinned to the canvas to await the former model's next humiliating act!