Blanco Sombre v Eileen Sommers: Make or Break

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco’s squirming legs got him nowhere, and now Eileen was really pouring on the pressure! “Nnooo~!” Blanco moaned, reaching for ropes that seemed impossibly far away. Blanco’s neck was screaming in pain, having taken the worst of the abuse all night. Now, Blanco’s body was trapped, grinding against the mat beneath Eileen’s hot, smothering body. Tears welling beneath his mask, Blanco could understand perfectly how Eileen had claimed so many victims. And now, he was one of them …

“AAAAAAGH!” Blanco let out one more cry, his misery showing clearly through his mask. Then, finally, his will was broken. Blanco’s free arm flailed out, slapping the mat furiously in a final show of submission to Eileen. “I submit,” he said, breathlessly. “I-I submit!”

“NOOO!” Holly screamed at what she was seeing, hands clawing at her hair. Her own animosity toward Eileen had grown even greater than Blanco’s over the course of the match, and now she was forced to watch as the German dominatrix broke her man. Burying her face in her hands, Holly could only stand by and watch, Blanco’s pitiful submission to this superior woman echoing in her ears.

[Devilish53]

Eileen didn't at all believe the match would end here and now; her brutal submission attempt was painful, but she was fully expecting Blanco to last a little longer, tiring himself out to effectively set himself up for one of Eileen's more signature moves. Still, a win was a win, and regardless of what form it came in, the fact Blanco had offered such staunch resistance was undoubtely going to earn him some 'feedback' from the redhead.

Releasing after but a moment more of wrenching, Eileen's great fatigue seemed to go over her head as she came up to her knees supririsngly quickly. Nudging Blanco, she'd effectively try to backhand the poor male onto his side, so that he was facing the direction she was in. All the while, refusing to even offer her hand to a waiting referee.

"You think you're clever...don't you?!" She'd mutter, perhaps to a bewildered male, as Eileen snarled once more at the mere suggestion of her attacks being resisted.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Noooo,” Holly whimpered, watching her man break in submission to Eileen. She hated watching Blanco lose, hated seeing him hurt and emasculated, but it was especially bad seeing it done by a woman as outright threatening as Eileen. Holly placed her hands over her mouth, watching fearfully for what might come next, as Eileen punished him just a moment more.

For his part, Blanco Sombre was humiliated. He hadn’t expected to break like that, but the strain on his neck had just grown to be too much. “Damn,” he groaned, head sinking into the mat when Eileen finally let him go. Blanco wrapped an arm around his aching neck, panting for air. He looked startled, however, as Eileen pushed him to his side.

“Wh-what …” Blanco moaned, looking through bleary eyes beneath his mask, “are you … talking about?” Blanco rolled the rest of the way over, onto his back. He tucked both arms behind his head, his broad chest rising and falling as he tried to recover.

“Wh-what … what are you talking about?” Blanco moaned, as Eileen snarled at him. Even from behind his mask, his confusion was evident. So was his worry. Blanco was a mess of emotions, right now- pain, humiliation, anger, even obvious arousal, all a result of being dominated by the German redhead. Blanco’s head swimming, he had no idea what Eileen was talking about. His only worry was how angry she seemed about it!

[Devilish53]

"Did I stutter?" Eileen roared out, moving before Blanco even had time to answer. Despite the efforts of the referee once more to raise Eileen's hand, both as a courtesy and to try and stifle the efforts at continued violence, Eileen soon found her ideal seat back upon her male foe. A seat found all the more easier, given it seemed Blanco was kind enough to rest on his back for her. A movement 'rewarded' by the redhead dropping her rear roughly on Blanco's abs, legs apart to straddle.

"I bet you think you did well...that you stood a chance..." She'd mutter on, almost to herself as she lost herself to her growing anger. Right hand holding the ground to keep her balance, as her left shot to Blanco's face. Roughly pushing upon it, to humiliate her defeated male foe a little more!

"Well..you're nothing...!"

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco Sombre looked up from his position, feeling more vulnerable with every moment. Eileen brushed off the ref again, this clearly no longer being about simply winning the match. Blanco winced as Eileen’s ass settled on him, the redhead straddling him and ready to deliver some abuse.

“AAGH!” Blanco cried out, as Eileen’s hand got him in the face. The masked man groaned as she literally rubbed Blanco’s defeat in his face. Trapped, all Blanco could do was brace his hands against Eileen’s warm thighs and try to shove her back, while bucking his hips to try and throw her off. “G-get off of me, you crazy …” Blanco stammered, shoving and squirming beneath Eileen as he tried to break free of this humiliating and potentially dangerous situation.

“Hey, you,” Holly shouted, “what do you think you’re doing, you slag? Haven’t you done enough!? Get off of him!” Holly stomped her foot for emphasis, but she wasn’t even sure that Eileen saw her, at the moment. If things got any worse, the Brit felt like she was going to need to get in that ring herself, and sort it out!

[Devilish53]

Sat upon Blanco, despite her seemingly mindless rage, Eileen had two goals in mind from her further mockery and beat down of her poor male foe. The first of which was obvious; to humiliate Blanco just a little more, almost as if it were the cherry on this cake that was an Eileen victory, as she gave a few bounces of her rear to drive more wind out of his sails.

The other intent, well...

"Heh..." Eileen muttered, hearing the cries of the figure besides the ring. A relatively fresh figure, save for a impact meant for Blanco. But a figure still with life to it, nonetheless.

"Quiet...pest..." Her nearest hand raised, Eileen held a pose with that extended hand as a teacher would when demanding silence from her classroom. Of course, this particular teacher broke classroom etiquette and then some, by driving down another fist with her opposing hand, into the figure beneath her shapely rear...

[Luncha_Libre]

“HHNNNGH!” Blanco grunted, as Eileens’ fist sank into his body. Knocking the wind out of him, Blanco’s arms flopped to the ground. His head lulled to the side. Eileen had made him into her bitch in the ring, and then knocked the fight out of him. Blanco could only lay beneath the German dominatrix and take his punishment, his body quivering and his manhood trembling just inches from her exquisite ass, which bounced against him and drove him even further into agony. Blanco Sombre was powerless beneath Eileen, now.

Less powerless, however, was Holly. Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, the British Bombshell had seen more than enough. With her man already beaten, Holly couldn’t just sit back and watch him get tortured like this. Especially not by a woman of Eileen’s caliber. Walking up the steps, Holly glared at the German woman, and looked to confront her.

“You think you can just wave me off, slag?” Holly growled, walking up the ring steps. “You look like you could use a lesson in manners! I’m giving you one last chance,” Holly said, reaching the ropes, ready to step through them. “Get off my mister, or you and I will have some problems!”

[Devilish53]

"Hmm?" Atleast Holly was moving, but yet again, Eileen acted as if this wasn't at all her plan in wailing down on Blanco's core. Had the woman not been here, Eileen's torture and mockery of her defeated male adversary would have likely skipped straight to the involvement of curves upon face.

"I'm sorry...the accent...I can't...Just give me a minute, okay?" She'd hum in Holly's direction, tilting her head so that she wasn't looking more than a little in the direction of the steps, though keeping the girl in the corner of her eye. Her intent was to get the girl in the ring after all, and to do so without watching her may have been the definition of stupid.

"I won't be long..." She'd hum, with another fist driving itself into poor Blanco's torso.

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco Sombre squirmed beneath Eileen, his body taking blow after blow. The luchador moaned and groaned pitifully as he took punch after punch from the redhead, his body helpless beneath her. His arms flopped uselessly above his head, his body succumbing to her punishment. Looking up, all Blanco could see were the arena lights, and Eileen’s heavenly figure looming dominantly above him, making him her bitch. That, and the curvy figure stepping purposefully into the ring.

“That’ll be more than enough of that, you slag!” Holly said, stepping between the ropes. The British Bombshell peeled off her black cardigan, but she still was clearly not dressed for a fight. She wore a tight, belly-exposing tee, a hip-hugging black skirt, knee-length boots. It looked as if her generous body were poured into the outfit, giving Holly little freedom of movement. At the moment, however, it seemed she simply didn’t care.

“I warned you!” Holly snarled, stepping right up to Eileen. Without a single thought given to herself or what could happen, or to the way that Eileen seemed to be dismissing Holly so casually while destroying her man, she lashed out. A single slap, aimed square for Eileen’s cheek, looking to stop this at once! The crowd gasped, collectively. Blanco went wide-eyed, unable to even warn Holly, no matter how badly he wanted to, not to do this!

[Devilish53]

Eileen was far from unhurt from her bout with Blanco, and knew she'd need quite the rest after returning home. But her cockiness, combined with a surprising level of endurance and stamina, left her with a feeling that unless Holly hid within that curvy frame an extreme level of fighting prowess, Eileen would be able to deal with her. Though curiosity let Holly not only get in the ring unheeded, but approach Eileen to do as she so wished. Atleast, at first.

"Ohhh here we go..." She'd hum, pressing a finger to Blanco's lip as if to hush him, knowing full well the sight she had in mind before his eyes would have hurt just as much as Eileen's mocking defeat over the male himself. After pressing that finger, she'd rise with that smug grin still to her face, turning slowly, seemingly just in time for quite the bitch slap!

"Oho...I knew you were stupid...but..." Her hand soothing her cheek, Eileen had no intention to play fair against this girl. Case and point as her right leg swung in, boot aimed square at Holly's shin to near enough drop the poor gal in one sweep!