Gil "Arma-Gil-O" vs Amelie Roux - Queen of The Beach Match

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Amelie was out to tease Gil until her face was a perfect shade of strawberry, but she wouldn't commit to the task of spanking her rear blue - Gil was free to hide her face in Amelie's long locks given how she was dangling over the French gals shoulder, with Amelie soon opting to stop her playful drum beating. Though by no means would Gil find her feet just yet.

"Well...Perhaps don't adjust my outfit any more..." Amelie whispered with a turn of her head, hoping the words reached Gil and Gil alone. Though the fact that Amelie was holding Gil in a perfect position to untie her bra and panties alike went over the French giants head...

Still unbeknownst to said fact as she turned with Gil in tow, Amelie had her eyes set to the far side of the little area upon the beach the two had been fighting in. Specifically, the dug out portion, where victory in this obscurely stipulated match could finally be achieved!

"It's been fun little Gil, but I'm afraid I need a comfy seat..." A giggle and clue given as to her looking for the end, as she began to pace across the sand at a leisurely pace! With Gil naturally atop her shoulder, as the two glistened under the sun!

[Arista]

Embarrassing as it was to admit, even just to herself within her own mind and thoughts, Amelie had thoroughly kicked her ass across this beach three-times over, even if more than half of the moves that did her end were mostly self-inflicted and due to her own failures and short-comings...! She wasn't sure if she could take anymore, but she was damned if she was going to give-up just like that after-all, she was still awake...!

The snap of Amelie's head and the hushed tone of her voice was... Scary, to say the least. As it was the only hint of anger or malice she had heard from Amelie, or maybe she just read it that way, even though it was unintended. The idea, still floated in her head, it was the only thing that gave her a glimpse at an opening, or a window to victory, even if it angered Amelie, and could potential make things worse for her, it was her only shot...!

Amelie made her way to the pre-dug hole, commenting on putting this match to bed! It was an embarrassing sight to see, Gil slumped over the larger, stronger woman's shoulder, carried and handled with absolute ease, she couldn't imagine ending things like this, and so, she struck once more...!

Her hands acted quickly, almost as fast as lighting, making quick work of the tie on the back of Amelie's top, and then, doubling-up, using both hands to untie either side of her bottoms, looking to fully strip her, even if only to distract for one more shot...!

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Gil resorted to old reliable, but the moment her hands became creative again Amelie was quick to move. Shockingly so - in a manner that told the audience and Gil alike that whilst she was still far off possessing the speed of Gil, she was desperately not rushing things on her end as quickly as she could have been!

"That's the...fourteenth...time you've tried to strip me?" Amelie bounced Gil in her arms with her exaggerated count, briefly making Gil jiggle atop her shoulder before she looked to slide the smaller gal in her arms as to have her face her. With her own mighty bust near enough pillowing Gil's torso, as she gazed deep into her eyes!

"I'm afraid it's no use...you simply must be punished..." Carrying Gil all the whilst until the two were near enough dangling over the pre-dug hold, there was only one thing Amelie felt was left to do before she outright committed to ending this.

Adjusting her grip as to have one arm hugging just above the rear of Gil, the smaller gal would find her hips digging tightly into Amelie's own as the French giant lightly squeezed.

Alas, that was to be the least of Gil's problems.

For her other arm would go high around the head of Gil, pulling tightly in what was effectively a one armed sleeper. Though Gil wouldn't find herself devoid of air from Amelie's bicep. Though she would find herself devoid of breath all the same...

As Amelie committed to keeping Gil off her feet whilst smothering her into her massive bosom! For something of a custom manoeuvre she had dubbed The Roux Trap - one intended to treat the crowd to the sight of Gil moaning and groaning her last whilst dangling off her feet!

[Arista]

Her hands moved quickly to reach their destination, she had to not only strip Amelie, but then come back at her with something that would knock her pretty butt right down into that sand, and then, and only then, could she think about trying to move her into that hole, it was a l-lot of work she had cut-out for her, but noone of that mattered anyhow, as she couldn't even get past the first portion of her grand-scheme...! Amelie moved quicker than Gil, or anyone else thought she could, catching her and thwarting her ability to strip Amelie for the millionth time...!

A small sound of dissatisfaction, her plan was ruined, but her spirits still had to run high! Gil shifted and Gil's butt jiggled as she did so, her backside still hanging over her shoulder while her legs rested in-front of her while the rest of her laid limply, gazing down at the sand below.

Again, Amelie shifted, this time threatening punishment, and for whatever that meant, it couldn't have made things any easier for poor Gil, her body was no longer slumped over Amelie's shoulder, but things weren't much better, in-fact, they were about to get a whole lot worse, her grip tightened around her waist, and Gil's feet dangled, her head was pulled in by Amelie's arm and then promptly buried into her large chest...! "...Mmmph!" Her legs wiggledd and kicked, the tips of her toes just barely kicking up the smallest grains of sand below, as her feet couldn't touch down! She whined and moaned, her gaze barely visable from it's currenlty placement, but her eyes pleaded with Amelie, as the end neared, and her energy faded slowly...!

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There was nothing Gil could do in this predicament, given that unlike the vast majority of the match thus far, Amelie was using all of her power to restrain and smother Gil. And given the size difference?

The result was an obvious one.

Humming and ha-ing as Gil grew weaker and weaker in her bust, Amelie took to shutting her eyes and gently swaying her hips. It was merely a matter of time until her smaller foe was completely out of it; with Amelie only deeming such a point had been reached by Gil losing all motion. She felt there was nothing her considerably smaller foe could do in the predicament, at least within character.

Gil could have likely scratched or clawed her way to freedom, but Amelie was confident the pure hearted Gil wouldn't deem such tactics appropriate even in a situation as dire as now. Of course, Gil could always reach around to once more adjust Amelie's attire, but in truth, the French giant would have cared not.

For the removal of her panties would have simply being met with Amelie crossing her legs to save her pride. Where as the removal of her bra would have simply left Gil in an even more engulfing smother!

[Arista]

Gil's feet brushed just barely against the sand beneath her, dangling hopelessly as her frantic kicks and wiggle slowly became less and less energetic. Her hands grabbed out for anything, eventually planting her palms onto Amelie butt-cheeks, curling her fingers and kneading the larger woman's rear-end, and puffs and groans became weaker, and her eyes began to shut.

Her hands slipped down and her arms fell to her sides, her kicking stopped completely as the dangled and went limp. Her neck that was somewhat craned back slumped forward, now completely hidden by Amelie's bust. One last groan and a whimper was all that was heard before she was out like a light...!

She had really hoped she would have been able to better hold her own against Amelie, but instead she scurried around for the vast majority of the match, desperately searching for an opening that never presented itself, and then completely and utterly embarrassing herself in her futile attempts to take down the Green Haired Goddess, who should soon be given a new title as Queen of the Beach...!

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At long last, Gil was out. Via a smother, naturally. One that Amelie had applied with uncharacteristic intensity - which in a weird way, was a compliment. Amelie was quite determined and then some to establish herself as LAW's premier queen of the beach. So for her to squeeze down on Gil's head with all of her strength meant only one thing.

She feared a loss had she not put away Gil right this second!

Holding the smaller gal tight within her bosom until her state was certain, Amelie slowly removed Gil in a careful manner. If Gil showed any signs of life, safe for her body wheezing loudly now that it had access to air again, Gil's face was going right back into Amelie's overbearing bust!

Moving slowly all the way down to a crouch, Gil was being held in Amelie's arms akin to a baby that its mother did not want to wake. When Amelie was close enough to the pit, now on her knees, she'd seek to lower Gil inch by inch into the pre-dug depths. Before softly placing her body in, with her head sticking out for the attempted finish!

That being, to have Amelie cover her body with sand, leaving nought but her head exposed. A head that would then be victim to the most intense face sit yet - one in which only then would victory be called out!

[Arista]

In a match where all off were staked against her, Gil defied all odds and actually managed to get something that somewhat resembled that of a fight out of Amelie, and even though their conditions greatly differed, she could rest easy after this all, knowing she didn't back down, and she didn't let Amelie just have her way, she made her earn it, and by now, Amelie had most certainly earned it...!

Gil went limp, and Amelie took notice, she was out-of-it, but being smart, Amelie was cautious, she checked to see if she was really done-for, and she was, there was no doubt Gil was knocked out, and so then, and only then, Amelie could make her strides toward putting this one to bed...!

Gil was placed down into the hole, peacefully and gently, like planting a delicate flower. The crowd knew Amelie was about to claim her crown, when Gil's eyes slowly opened, she took a moment to under stand her situation, but once she did, she snapped to life...! "...Wait! No...!" She punched up sand and began to crawl out, taking a firm grasp onto Amelie's ankle, she was disheveled, her hair tussled and face pink, her bikini bottoms had one side wedged up her butt and her top was one gentle yank of a string away from coming undone! "...I'm not done, not yet, not ever...!" Her desperation was clear, but her strength was clearly zapped, as she struggle to pull herself out of the hole...!

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It was a scene right out of lion king, with Gil clutching to the ends of the sand pit with Amelie standing over. Though Gil knew from the start Amelie would offer no aid, saving the smaller gal from a painful, fatal sting of betrayal. Albeit, Amelie did consider it for a moment, as she willingly fell to her front to be flat against the sands, with Gil now eye level with her given she was allowed to reach a kneeling point in the sand pit!

"No...It's over..." Amelie spoke with a hum and a smile as her face hovered a inch or so away from Gil's own, with her eyes shutting for but a moment. Before they shot open, with Amelie's hands shooting past the edge of the sand pit to lock around Gil's head.

To pull her in for a smooch!

One Gil would ideally be unable to pull away from, what with Amelie's hands tightly grasping at the head and hair of an already ideally exhausted foe. With this kiss meant to be one that finally drove the last bits of strength and air from her smaller foe!

[Arista]

Gil scratched and clawed her way up, desperately hanging on to the chance of coming back, knowing that without Amelie letting her guard down and even helping her, she would stand no chance at winning this...

"...You won't beat me... I won't give up, not like this... not easily, at-least..." Gil sputtered, a sad sight for all her fans, she was finished, and she was going out with a pitiful whimper...! "...You'll have to strip this away from me, and I won't- MMMPH...!" Gil cried out, muffled, pulled into a deep-kiss, but her resistance lasted for only a short moment, and then she gave in, one arm falling to her side and the other resting on Amelie's hip.

She was easily persuaded to throw in the towel, and after only a few short moment, her other arm fell limp, and Amelie had truly taken the crown, as Gil had been knocked unconscious, not once, but twice...!