Unanswered Chokes and Missing Allies

[Weonna]

Helen slumped against Christina’s chest, her body going limp in her arms. Christina let out a deep sigh, her anger momentarily fading as she cradled Helen like a cherished teddy bear. This strange ritual between them, a mix of rivalry and closeness, had always been theirs. Tonight, though, it felt different—more bitter than usual. The frustration of being left alone in the ring, cheated out of a match, and now dealing with Helen’s refusal to talk weighed heavily on her mind.

She let herself hold Helen for a little longer, her focus entirely on the unconscious Greek in her arms. The world outside this moment faded, her mind spinning with what she might say to Helen when she woke up. But Christina’s distraction cost her.

She didn’t notice Marine stirring on the floor nearby.

The sudden yank on her hair jolted Christina out of her thoughts. A sharp pain shot through her scalp as she was pulled backward, and before she could even process what was happening, her head slammed into the cold, unforgiving metal of the locker. The loud clang echoed through the room, and a blinding flash of pain erupted in her skull.

Clutching her head, Christina staggered, her vision blurring from the impact. The throbbing pain disoriented her, making it hard to think straight. She instinctively turned toward Marine, her body on autopilot, but she was too dazed to defend herself properly. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, and her stance left her midsection completely exposed.

Her gut felt like it was begging to be hit, wide open as her legs wobbled to keep her balance. Christina blinked, trying to shake off the haze, but the world felt slow and heavy. The realization hit her too late—she’d let her guard down, and now Marine had her right where she wanted her!

[ScylliasExoter]

Marine held a dazed and helpless Christina by her hair.
”Now calm down and listen, bitch. I saw it. Helen was attacked by a blonde British wrestler wearing red. She knocked her out and dragged Helen under the ring the rest of the match. Nod if you understand.”
Once Christina nodded, Marine replied,
”Now it’s your turn to go to sleep.”
The Frenchwoman then brought Christina to the ground and wrapped her thunder thighs around her neck. Marine pulled Christina’s head into her crotch and stomach area and attempted to lock in a headscissors.

[Weonna]

Christina groaned as Marine yanked her head back by the hair, her skull still throbbing from the impact against the locker. Her body felt sluggish, her movements uncoordinated, but she was still aware enough to feel the undeniable control Marine had over her. The Frenchwoman’s fingers tangled in her dark locks, her grip firm yet teasing as she forced Christina to meet her gaze.

Christina’s eyes widened slightly with what Marine had told her. Helen hadn’t just abandoned her—she was taken. But before she could even process the information fully, Marine’s fingers curled tighter into her hair, tilting her head ever so slightly.

Christina gritted her teeth, her pride burning, but she had no choice. Slowly, she gave a small nod, her breathing shallow.

Before Christina could react, Marine pulled her downward, her body moving fluidly as she brought them both to the ground. Christina felt her back hit the cool floor, but before she could scramble away, she found herself engulfed by the warmth and overwhelming pressure of Marine’s legs.

The Frenchwoman’s thick, toned thighs wrapped around Christina’s neck, her calves crossing over each other to tighten the hold. Christina’s head was pulled firmly into Marine’s lap, her face brushing against the Frenchwoman’s stomach and inner thighs. The sensation sent a strange, unwanted heat through her, but the growing lack of oxygen quickly overtook everything else.

Christina grunted, her hands instinctively coming up to press against Marine’s thighs, fingers brushing over the defined muscles that flexed around her. The strength in Marine’s legs was undeniable. Each breath became harder to take, and with every second, the hold grew tighter, sinking her deeper into helplessness.

She tried to push herself free, but Marine’s grip was merciless. Christina’s fingertips grazed over the soft, yet firm skin of Marine’s inner thighs, her attempts to pry them apart becoming weaker with each passing moment. Her head was nestled against Marine’s toned stomach, her body trapped in a vice-like embrace.

Her vision blurred at the edges, the world growing hazy as her strength drained away.

Christina’s body shuddered one last time before the darkness took her, her hands slipping from Marine’s thighs as her struggles ceased completely.

Christina’s limp body rest against her...