Time to Oil Up! - Eve Summers Vs Petra Adamos

[thesteedman]

Eve's abs were on fire, whilst her lower back continued complaining with the constriction in pain. This bearhug of Petra's was nothing short of relentless, and all her efforts now being rewarded with visible fruition as Eve was left panting and gasping for air, her body left straining, especially her alluring midriff. Eve looked to try and double down, her body quivering as it was clear she was not doing well. She slipped up against Petra, adjusting her grip as she looked to go for a big long winded squeeze against her... her intent to try and really drive all her force into her ribs to try and make Petra relent!

It was not to be...

Petra had other ideas, and all at once she began to pour herself into her own squeeze. Eve watched in alarm as Petra arched herself right back, amplifying the squeeze not just on the small of her back, but really bringing her lower stomach in against her own. The crushing force that followed all but sealed the fate of the match, even if Eve did not know it just yet. The pain forced Eve to arch back herself, her toes curling, her head whipping back as her own bearhugs attempt was foiled with her arms outright releasing Petra! This allowed the Greek to really double down, as a few clicks and creaks could be heard coming from Eve's spine!

The worst part was.... that was not were the greatest of the pain originated from, but from Eve's abs as Petra's dominated her own, grinding in such a fashion that it was simple torture. Petra bore her midriff against Eve's, all but making Eve look several sizes smaller as she was bearhugged tightly around her lower core. For someone who was not known as a powerhouse or known to utilise moves such as the bearhug, one would think Petra was an expert on the hold right now as her form grinded and near decimated Eve's! With Petra leaning back, her abs pulsated against Eve's own in a gruelling manner, as Eve was left in a state of stunned shock. Her mouth was agape, her eyes wide with alarm, as her arms uselessly pushed against Petras!

She wanted to tap out and give up... but such was the bearhug right now that she could not get any real rational thought to enter her mind. Those onlooking could not believe how clinical the bearhug was Petra had locked upon her, and even now she simply continued to squeeze and grind, dominating Eve's abs with her own! Eve's arms slowly slipped from Petra to dangle in the air, as a few quiet and soft moans were pressed from Eve, the poor woman dominated and crushed! It was clear she would not last all that much longer...

[Devilish53]

Many made use of squeezes like this by simply flexing with their all - to bare down on Eve's waistline with all the strength Petra had for as long as she could was a tactic she could of easily used. Was it a tactic that would have given her the dominant spot she had right now?

Most certainly not.

Not with Eve's own comparable power - power that she'd of been forced to use to balance out the hold, likely if slowly turning it against Petra.

In favour of blindly rushing forward with all the power she had, Petra worked her hold slowly. Methodically. She'd squeezed at the utmost perfect time, and tensed her frame when Eve gave her best. Not only that, but she had pulled at Eve's body whilst arching her own, to make sure the darker skinned beauty was being squeezed at Petra's sharp abs as opposed to her entire front. It was more of a slow impale than a squeeze.

And now, Eve was slowly but surely turning outright ragged with the squeeze. Her arms had abandoned Petra's body and hadn't even opted to begin a struggle at freedom. No, Eve's body was outright spasming, with arms flapping past Petra's head as if there was a rope to grasp onto. There was not.

And neither would Eve be allowed to grasp at anything else, as Petra slowly began to extend her leg. Pressing the base of her right foot to the ground, Petra was not so foolish even in her tired state to rush to a stand. Even if the oil wasn't beneath her, she'd most certainly fall flat atop Eve or worse under her with such a rash movement.

With her foot flat and her grip loosening just a moment, Petra would push forward on that leg whilst bring back her other. Surely enough, the Greek would be to her feet at a pace as to ensure if Eve was to try for a trip, she'd fall straight back down to avoid such.

And if Eve was to stay nice and placid throughout? Petra would reapply her grip. Now leaning against her with her lovely rear pointed up and back at the audience, needless to say.

The awkward angle of being squeezed with Petra's weight baring down on Eve's top half would turn what was already an agonising hold into a brutal one.

[thesteedman]

Eve gasped out loud when Petra's grip loosened, finding a rare moment to breathe in as her abs were briefly released from the dominance of Petra's own. Regrettably however... that moment of solace would be short lived. Once Petra had slowly and carefully found her footing, her grip would once more lock around Eve, bringing her back to that constant pressure and torture. Eve tried to counter, attempting to position her own legs and feet, but the oils made it too hard for her to ground herself... and in a moment, she was now dealing with a new variation of the grip Petra had!

A loud moan of both pain and exhaustion was pressed from Eve when Petra was able to angle her in a brutal fashion! What was already draining and debilitating, increased to an agonising and suffocating hold! Eve was already stunned moments ago, with the temptation to tap out outright becoming reality... Such was Petra's grip however, was that she could not think straight or rationally. Her bare and alluring midriff once more docked with her own, grinding in dominating fashion, overwhelming Eve’s own bare stomach whilst Petra’s arms worked tirelessly, going for that constant squeeze!

Eve was angled in such a manner that terrible pressure began to build upon her spine, leaving her writhing, as all attempts to counter the bearhug were lost as the pain began to overwhelm Eve! It was an intoxicating sight to witness however, as the crowd had been oddly quiet, no doubt enthralled by the two beautiful women as one of them clearly began to subdue the other. Eve’s mouth was agape, as if trying to scream, but little air was within her lungs by now, denying her. Her arms slipped from Petra’s oiled form, whilst her body writhed and shuddered in a flexible yet alluring manner.

A few soft moans began to escape from Eve as she looked around helplessly, finding it hard to fathom what was happening. As seconds passed… she moved less and less… until a moment passed and Eve was not moving at all. She fell silent, her eyes closing as her chest heaved and her body strained and shuddered one more time. It was more than clear that she had finally passed out though when her form began to relax and the straining ended. Eve remained trapped within the deadly yet efficient bearhug of Petra’s… a captive at her mercy!

[Devilish53]

Petra was unrelenting, but it wasn't at all out of cruelty. Had this match only been a spar, Petra would have still committed herself to the hold as intensely as she was now. There was nothing to be gained if she wasn't using all of her ability, she figured. Nor could a defeat be more painful than had she for a moment ever held back. To Eve's great peril, she was going to receive the full might of Petra until the Greek was given an outright confirmation of her victory.

Leaning towards Eve with her upper body completely glued to her, the hold looked akin to a oversized child snugly squeezing a small plush toy. Petra wasn't even taking breaks anymore as she felt Eve weaken; as if she were a snake and Eve trapped prey, Petra was going to work away all the more as Eve's body became softer. If this was some attempt by the darker skinned beauty to play possum in effort to regain strength, she'd find it no use against Petra.

With her cheek tightly pressed to the top of Eve's head and her eyes completely shut, it was up to the onlooking officials to stop this one, not Petra. The Greek would simply not stop squeezing until told otherwise - and given the position of where she was, she was hardly able to look down to check the state of Eve. So until the referee did opt to realise Eve was indeed out of it, Petra continued to vice her upper body, crushing her without pause as her own frame shook from exertion!

[thesteedman]

There was certainly something majestic about how Petra was able to finally dispatch Eve. It was a deadly dance of two struggling warriors, and whilst Eve had constantly tried to adjust to her situation, Petra simply doubled down and focused on one method of attack, and her perseverance was finally being rewarded. She now had everything, the power and leverage, a vice like grip and a willpower to keep it going even when the temptations to rest and stop rang within the ear of her mind.

Eve's last thoughts had been simply to curse herself with what rational thought had remained before the long and constricting squeeze dominated her soon to be panicking senses. Her own whims and a certain arrogance had cost her this match. She had a fine choke locked upon Petra early on, and if she had only persevered herself… Pedra would have had to abandon her debilitating embrace. Eve thought she could match her will, and partly she longed to feel her marvel of her body against her own, feeling her oiled up abs against hers.

She got her wish, but not in the manner that she desired. Her arms fell from Petra, falling limp by her sides as her legs and feet relaxed in the pool of oil below the stunning scantily clad pair. Eve's head dropped back, her mouth agape, her chest heaving and her eyes softly closed. Her body began to slowly relax, no longer straining under the constant pressure. A few moments passed as the referee observed… she had seen enough when Petra's grip tightened a little more when Eve's resistance failed and her body relaxed. A quick signal… and the bell was ringing to signal the end of the match.

[Devilish53]

Had Petra been of a sadistic sort, she could of suffocated Eve to a dangerous level. Or simply slid her grip upright, to pressure her ribs past the point of creaking akin to a boa constrictor. She was an extremely serious sort in her matches, with next to no playing around nor taunting. But she was by all measure of the word purehearted as could be.

With Eve limp in her grip, Petra softened her hold only slightly as she looked to the referee. She'd recognise the signs of someone limbering on a state of passing out, but she knew all too well that if she was to release too early, the air would flood back into Eve's lungs and wake her right back up. With a shot of adrenaline to boost her - where as Petra would have been suffering from the fatigue of trying and failing to squeeze her dry!

Watching as the official came in, Petra's hold finally slacked fully when the referee deemed her out. Holding Eve softly, she'd be sure to gently lower her defeated opponent as to be flat to her back without dropping her, before slickly pulling back her oily arms. Shaking them off thanks to the horrendous fatigue that set in, Petra didn't even take time to celebrate her victory as she stepped back. Instead, she'd put her hands to her knees as she bent over, with the general toll of this encounter finally setting in.

How she was even standing straight was beyond her!

[thesteedman]

Eve rested with a peaceful expression upon her alluring features when Petra finally released her passed out form. Her stunning figure was coated in oils, her bare stomach slightly straining in the aftermath of such a prolonged time in the debilitating bearhug Petra had committed herself too. The ref tried what she could to bring her round, and for a time there was no sign of life beyond the rising and falling of Eve's oiled up bikini clad chest. However, after a good two or three minutes, Eve finally began to stir. She groaned, favouring her spine as she turned onto her side before sitting up cross-legged. She looked around, seeing the ref doing brief checks upon her to make sure she was alright.

"Wh... what happened?... Is the match still on?" Eve gasped out, before looking to see Petra. She stood to the side, the oils still coating her amazing body, making her all the more beautiful to behold as her skin glistened in the studio lights that hung above. She was resting her hands against her knees, her chest falling and rising as deep as Eve's own as she could see her limbs trembling from exertion. Memory began to come back to Eve of being trapped in her Python like grasp. The inability to escape or even breathe.... and then nothing.

"I... I lost..." Eve whispered to herself, disheartened. It was another loss to add to the growing list, making despair seep in. Eve as ever though hid her true feelings behind a winning smile. Though it pained her spine to do so, she got to her feet before approaching Petra Adamos, offering out her hand in a show of sportswomanship.
"You did great Petra... I couldn't compete against your determination nor your skill." Eve spoke out in a beaming manner, wearing a beautiful smile as she looked to congratulate Petra upon her win.

[Devilish53]

Petra was always careful even after a victory. A defeated opponent was often dangerous, if not vulnerable. A misconstrued action by a victor could always bee seen as flaunting, or even boasting. Petra had absolutely no desire to even remotely goad over Eve, nor any foe for that matter. So it only felt right that she stay right out of the way as Eve came to, with the referee answering any questions given before Eve would be helped to her feet.

Even then Petra would stay back, standing with her hands to her hips and her eyes to the crowd over locking a gaze with Eve. When Eve broke what could have been an awkward moment, Petra was relieved. To the point where she practically grabbed the hand offered to her, with a lively motion given back.

"This was being a very close match..." She'd lean into the handshake, bowing her head as she spoke. "I would be being very grateful if some day we could wrestle again..."

[thesteedman]

Winner by Bearhug/KO: Petra Adamos