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There was something so satisfying about putting a woman like Nieth in her place. She reminded Wendy a lot of the girls who used to bully her before she got big - granted, none of them had been so high on themselves that they went around calling themselves ‘goddess’, but a lot of the other hallmarks were still there. The way she carried herself, acting like she was too good for the world. They way she talked, always condescending and making snippy remarks. The way she looked at Wendy like she was a piece of trash that she could throw away whenever she wanted.

Yeah, she would’ve fit right in with the cliques that pushed her around. But Wendy had made all of them squeal. She’d gotten real damn good at it, and she’d make this bitch squeal, too.

That was probably why it was so damn frustrating when Neith had to ruin it all by putting up a good defense. That strike on the throat hadn't been as serious as it could’ve been, but Wendy knew the opening would be trouble. She just didn’t know how much trouble.

Well, she learned real quick, when the Eygptian moved in and wrapped her waist up with a pair of thick, pleasing thighs. Wendy saw what was coming and tensed up, tried to prepare for the pressure.

It didn’t work, and when Neith’s thighs clamped down, she wound up gasping and panting, gritting her teeth hard to keep the shrieks contained. No way was she giving the woman the satisfaction, not this early.

”This-” She pushed at the legs, making an ineffective attempt at sliding her way out. ”This ain’t nothing, this ain’t…ain’t…”

Okay, screw the trashtalking, it was wasting her breath. Insead, Wendy focused on trying to unclasp the ankles with one hand, though she knew that wasn’t likely to get her all that far.

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Two long, meaty legs clapped around Wendy's midsection, which had just enough sweet curve to it to provide that smack that even the camera would hear. Like a practiced killer and a graceful ballerina all at once, Neith's whole figure shifted to turn the wild pincer into a proper, pretty bodyscissor. Her ankles crossed on the other side of the other session girl, and her posture settled so she could enjoy some comfort while she attempted to squeeze Wendy's guts back out through her puffy chest. A sinister smile crossed her face as she started squeezing, her tanned skin contorting around Wendy's paler and forcing her stomach to give way underneath the pressure.

Wendy didn't scream, but she could tell by the labored breathing that she was making the woman suffer. "That hurting, G.I. Jane?", Neith taunted, likely doing herself no credit by revealing that one of the only American stereotypes that immediately came to mind was their love of the military. But she was otherwise occupied, growing hotter as she watched herself dominating and watched Wendy trying to come up with her own clever comeback. "Did I squeeze your brain or your tongue out, too?" She pumped her legs, and her entire body, once with one of those jarring jolts that many session wrestlers loved so much, hoping to elicit a cry from her captive.

As Wendy played with her ankles, Neith took a knowing glance at the pillow a couple of feet away from her, where one of the markers lay waiting. This might be a good time to truly start embarrassing the big bitch. Neith reached for the pillow, grabbing it by the corner, and threw it at the bigger woman's head. There lay the marker, just waiting, and Neith twisted a little, giving up some of her good leverage, to try and reach for it with a couple of fingers despite the fact that it seemed an inch too far away from her.

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Wendy groaned, but it wasn’t just from the sudden pain in her midsection. That was a large part of it, yeah - Neith had some good power below the waist, could see legs like these scissoring some stupid pencil-neck in half. Even with her own size and hardened muscles, they were cutting deep. But that wasn’t the worst part of it. No, the real agony was what she knew would be coming next - the taunts.

”Oh, for-” She gritted her teeth as she had to endure another punishing pulse without crying out. ”I don’t look a damn thing like Demi Moore, what’re you even-” Another squeeze, and more gritting. Neith had those legs that were just the right size, strong enough to do damage, but not so large that they lost the pressure spread out, making her take a lot of force in a smaller space and making it that much worse. It almost felt like she was really getting bisected, like the legs had a chance of meeting in the middle.

Wasn’t gonna make her cry out, though. Not happening. Nope. Not today. No. Nuh-uh. ”Gah!” Damn it!

To make matters worse, she could see Neith reaching for the marker out of the corner of her eye as she fumbled with the ankle, and it was a grim reminder about this match’s stipulations. She needed out of this, now, but options were limited. If she could turn to face her opponent, there were all sorts of things she could be doing, but a side scissor made everything awkward. Probably the reason Neith went for it.

But that wasn’t to say she had no options at all. In fact, she knew a rather fun one, and she went for it straightaway.

As Neith reached for the marker, Wendy reach out for her, turning away from the ankle and instead going for her chest. She reached out and grabbed her breast, getting a tight grip on through the fabric and squeezing hard, making sure to dig in deep with her fingernails. She made a point to file them and her toenails down before sessions, not wanting to risk scratches and blood, but she still had enough strength in her grip to make it hurt.

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The temptation to bite back at Wendy about looking like a Demi Moore who had let herself go crossed the goddess' mind, but she supposed the point held true that they didn't look anything like one another. And Wendy clearly had not let herself go, though most men, especially, ate up those woman-to-woman insults in production videos. But she kept her focus on trying to do precisely what Wendy had determined the scissors felt like; she wanted to bisect Wendy right down the middle. Her legs looked so good around another body, and if she had her way, she would send those big boobs up and the other session wrestler's waist down as far as she could until she looked like even more of an hourglass.

Oh, and she finally got that vocal complaint she wanted, in the midst of all those silent complaints that came from the ensnared beauty's hands as they probed to find release. "Keep massaging my feet if you'd like," she teased, moving them only long enough to reverse their cross while Wendy poked and prodded at them. "I know every part of me is irresistible. You can admit if all you wanted is to touch me." Frankly, she would not have been shocked, though if Wendy was interested in anything more she had a rude way about her... No, Neith would not give her enough credit to come up with this plan for free services.

She just wanted to mark on her now that she had her trapped. Neith stretched, getting the most out of her long frame as she managed to get her middle finger on the marker, and she tried to pull it to herself. But the moment she had that small success, she felt immense pressure crushing down on her mostly exposed and unprotected breast. "Yaagh!" she cried out, and all of her energy went to throwing both hands back to fight against whatever had ahold of her by the chest. Both of her hands wrapped around Wendy's arm, and she looked down to see the flesh of her breast squeezing through the gaps in Wendy's grip.

"Let go!" she demanded, simultaneously wincing and grimacing with effort as she tried to redouble her efforts to squeeze Wendy around the midsection. Her hands worked to pull Wendy's grip away without her breast coming off with it. Neith wished to win the battle between the pain they were experiencing, but as a woman who hated pain and bruising...that was likely a losing battle for her, and her legs already started to falter when the desire to pull away hit her.

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Ugh, and now Neith was back to taunting, acting like she’d been in control of things the entire time instead of spending the last minute or two buried under Wendy’s body. That was the irritating thing, knowing that she just had this woman dead-to-rights, was on the verge of flattening her and taking this whole match with ease, only for her prey to escape by the slimmest of margins. One lucky elbow and the bitch was acting like she was on top of the world.

”Like anyone’d wanna rub your nasty-” And there was another squeeze, cutting her off. The worst part of it was having to endure that smile on Neith’s face, acting like she was superior. Yeah, her legs were strong, but Wendy could do this and she had strength all over to go with it, packing heat in her upper body as well. So what if she could squeeze? So could everyone else in this business.

Granted, not everyone could do it so hard, and not everyone had that grinding pressure, and not every found a way to dig into the body and really pulverize the ribs like this…

It was a maddening state to be in, which was why she had no qualms reaching out to crush Neith’s way to get out of it. She wasn’t a woman who took a light view of breast abuse, having her own mauled more than a few times in her rowdier fights. She knew how much this hurt, and she could only imagine how bad it would be for a dainty flower like this.

Sure enough, Wendy got a good reaction. If her lungs weren’t in the process of collapsing, she would’ve laughed her ass off at the undignified squawk her opponent made, to say nothing of her frantic fumbling and pleas to let go.

Wendy would release her, though - but only just before she made a desperate bid to fight her way out of the withering scissorhold, twisting hard to the right in an attempt to pull free. She would roll away and give Neith a parting kick to the side, while cough and wheezed and clutched her sides. It was an obvious retreat, just wantingsome time to catch her breath and regroup.

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Wendy's attempts to avoid crying out did not seem so entertaining or funny while Neith fought the same battle. She wanted to drop the insult that this cheap move seemed like the exact thing the fetish models that elicited an earlier groan from Wendy would try to pull in a bedroom match, but she was focusing too hard on the horror of feeling and watching her tit-meat get contorted until it looked unrecognizable. She continued to pull at Wendy's arm, but with the woman above her and clearly much stronger in the upper body, she could not seem to free herself from her clutches.

She lost all concentration on her scissorhold, but as it turned out, that served as the key to her freedom. Wendy let her breast go, and Neith wanted to do nothing but turn on her side and nurse it rather than stopping Wendy's escape. As she did so, trying to flatten it back out as if it had lost its shape, she turned right into a kick from Wendy that made her grunt and roll back onto her other side. "You cheap bitch. Tits should be off-limits," she bit at her, unable to fully enjoy the sight and sound of Wendy recovering from the bodyscissor.

But no, no, she wouldn't just roll here and let this half-wit session girl get the upper hand on her again. Once she felt confident that her boob would not fall off of her chest, she got up, wincing, and onto her knees with Wendy before her. This time, the recklessness did hit her due to her frustration at the pain inflicted, and she just tried to throw her body weight into Wendy so she could smack the woman into the head of the bed. As if teasing, the marker bounced along with the mattress to roll between the two of them.

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Oooh, that was bad. Even though she was free of the bodyscissors, Wendy could still feel those thighs clamped down on her midsection, cutting into her body. It wasn’t the first time someone had put her in that move, guys were always trying it out when she got on top of them, to say nothing of the weak little girls who’d watched Goldeneye too many times and thought it would make for an easy win. No, unlike them, Neith had some real power between those legs, maybe not too far off from watermelon crushing levels. She didn’t want her waist getting between them again, and she didn't even want to think of what would happen if her neck suffered the same fate.

She was just recovering when Neith spat that venom her way, and she threw back a matching glare. ”Oh, fuck off, ya elbowed me in the neck!” She winced at the mention of it. Still a little sore, there. ”Not like yours are good for anything-”

Wendy had started to sit up when Neith came in like a missile, moving far faster and more aggressive than she’d thought the bitch capable of. It was enough to ram her into the head of the bed, with the back of her skull smacking against the hardwood. She flopped forward after the impact, sagging on her knees, dazed from the hit.

She wasn’t so out of it, though, that she failed to register the marker in front of her. She was confused for a second, before the match’s stips registered in her mind and she remembered why it was there in the first place, and what it would mean if Neith got a hold of it first.

”Nope, not happening!” She reached out and tried to snag the marker before Neith could, wanting to at least have it in her grasp to deny her opponent the option.

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Neith did not think an elbow to the neck nearly matched a squeeze to the boob, mostly because she had not suffered from the blow to the neck. There was some nonsense too about how breasts should be a protected area between women, too, but she didn't care to make that argument. "Then don't try mounting my ass!", she snapped back, striking a rare shrill tone that spoke of her frustration. She and pain had not made friends despite her career. It was what made her so good at dismantling the clients and recorded opponents who had dared strike her or put her in a hold; coming to loathe, in the moment, anyone who caused her pain had proven quite a good ally.

That anger drove her into Wendy. Wendy fell back, and Neith fell awkwardly on her arm, though the mattress took what would have been much discomfort in her elbow. Nonetheless, the jarring blow jarred even the woman who delivered it, since she did not go throwing her body around readily like these lunatic daredevils who participated in real matches, and it took her a few extra beats to start rising as she untangled her body. She took stock of Wendy hunched a couple of feet away from her.

But she saw the marker at the same time Wendy did. "Mine!" she called just as Wendy did, and she stuck her hand out to palm it. At the same time, Wendy's hand slapped it, and rather than landing in either woman's hand, it ping-ponged between their fingers and flicked off to the side like a wet bar of soap in a shower. Neith glared at Wendy with a growl of frustration, then attempted a very un-wrestler-like grasp of Wendy's face so she could start to sit up and grab at the marker again.

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Wendy’s plan, at the moment, was a simple enough one - keep the marker away from Neith.

That might’ve seemed like a simple thing, but it was already proving more of a challenge than she’d thought it would be when she signed on for this fakakta match. As it turned out, Neith wasn’t a half bad wrestler, and those crushing thighs had done an excellent job of proving it - not that Wendy would even dream of saying that out loud. The proof was obvious from her current position, on top and controlling, and Wendy got the distinct feeling this would go in the wrong direction if Neith had that marker while they were like this.

The desperation was clear in her eyes, right up until the moment Neith’s hand came up and blocked them, pressing against her face. Her hands went up in reflex to push it away as she let out a muffled shriek into the woman’s palm, and that would be all the distraction her opponent would need - the spicy little bitch was getting that marker, damn it.

Wendy wouldn’t be able to stop her. She could make her pay for it, though.

If Neith was grabbing her face with one and grabbing her face with the other, then it meant she wasn’t protecting herself, and her body was wide open. Wendy, as it so happened, had two working arms she could use, and she had the perfect idea for what to do with them.

Instead of sliding up Neith’s body, Wendy worked her way down and wrapped her arms around the Eygptian’s midsection, gripping her wrist tight behind the woman’s back. She took a deep breath, summoned her strength, and powered down with a full bearhug, summoning every bit of upper body strength she could muster to cut into the smaller woman’s midsection and crush away at her ribs.

The strategy spoke for itself - having that marker wouldn’t count for much if she couldn't get in a position to use it. Plus, it put Wendy in a position to rub her face against Neith’s chest, which was a nice bonus, she couldn't lie.

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The shriek that Neith received in return when she palmed Wendy's face made her snicker in mocking disdain. She would thoroughly enjoy forcing all sorts of sounds from the woman. However, she had business to attend. After one more fumble, batting the marker with one hand so that it flipped in place, but she did pick it up. Awash with dreams of using it to mark all over Wendy, the Egyptian beauty started to get back up to her knees. "Come here and get the branding that you deserve."

But as she shifted to try and shove Wendy against the head of the bed, the other woman shifted and pushed into her waist. Neith still grasped at her face, but she could not push hard enough to keep her at bay and gave in on that front. Though thinking she could throw herself to the side to evade whatever Wendy planned for her, she felt two arms starting to snake around her waist. "Oh no you-", she began to warn, as she started to turn and pull away across the bed, but her nails merely dug into the sheets with the same sound as a zipper before Wendy had her scooped up into a bearhug.

"Shit, no!" Neith cried at her, before the first big squeeze made her truly cry, her mouth dropped open in expression of her pain. The session girl promptly went into a frenzy as her already hourglass form was compressed even tighter by way of the pressure on her ribs. Her shins scuffled on top of the mattress, and though she tried to push Wendy's face back once more with her free hand, nothing stopped the beastly American from shoving her face into Neith's tits to keep the Egyptian from pushing her away. "Get off of me!" she demanded through the strain, and with no better ideas, she took the marker and tried to fumble with her hands to open it, the pain making her hands feeble in the process as she tore open with another cry and threw her head back as Wendy tried to squeeze her right out of her one-piece.

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