Thunder & Lightning vs Love & Lust: Strip Smother Collar Chaos

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Storm was no stranger to taking a smothering, but being stripped, stretched, and snuffed out in the sweaty groin of her similarly naked male opponent was certainly new, and not in a good way. Her last, humiliating moments of consciousness had been pretty grim. The darkness, when it came, was almost a relief from the frustratingly degrading way the match had ended for the women.

She awoke with a jolt, and a throbbing pain in her head. Her cheek burned where Jamie had slapped her, and she disorientingly found herself in a new position from where she had passed out, now slumped against the turnbuckle.

Three defeated, naked wrestlers now sat in their respective corners, with the gloating Jamie celebrating in the centre of the ring. The enormity of her defeat hadn’t quite registered with the smother-addled Storm, and she felt a stab of snarling anger. Without even pausing to wipe the sweat from her flustered face, she instantly snapped.

“You fucking arsehole, I’ll kill you!” she growled at the showboating Jamie, and immediately scrambled upright, intending to lunge at her leering opponent.

Which is how she found out about the collar. The leash on her neck pulled taut mid-lunge, pulling her back to the corner with a painful, jarring bump. She sat right back down on her ass, seething as the crowd jeered.

Storm, red-faced, turned her evil glare on Lyssa. “This is your fault!” she hissed, as her partner bit her lip and avoided eye contact. Whilst Storm was being a vocally bad loser, she did have something of a point in that Lyssa had been the one to set up this bout. The blunette pouted, musing on how to try and make the best of this bad situation, given they were now at the mercy of the boys!