Blanco Sombre and Holly Matheson vs. S+M - Ménage à Quatre

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly could hear the crowd jeering the action in the ring. Some upset that Sabine and Morrigan were taking such advantage of Holly while she was alone in the ring, others jeering the infamously weak Holly for failing to put up much of a fight. Either way, Holly could only absorb her punishment, and try for dear life to hang onto consciousness while she still could …

“Hhhugh!” Holly gasped as Morrigan’s legs finally released her neck. The British Bombshell’s body flopped forward and sank into Sabine’s waiting arms. Holly’s hot flesh melted into her opponent, her chest heaving as she fought for breath. Holly’s eyes were bleary, and she couldn’t even move to peel herself off Sabine. The only thing that got a reaction from Holly was the sensation of having Sabine’s lips press into her’s!

“Mmmmhmm!!” Holly moaned, involuntarily, as Sabine took her mouth passionately and started to grind her body against her. Holly’s body writhed in the embrace, trying to break free but not managing to do much more than press her flesh against Sabine’s body deeper and harder. Holly’s generous curves twisted and pressed into Sabine, her chest ballooning into Sabine’s as her hips bucked lightly while Holly tried pathetically to twist out. If Holly had any breath left in her, it would have been taken away. Before she knew it, however, Sabine twisted, and hurled her to the mat with a belly to belly!

“HHaaaaugh!” Holly cried out as her back hit the canvas! The Brit bounced off, arching her back in pain. Chest thrust to the sky, bust threatening to pop out of her ring gear as she writhed in pain, Holly reached for the ropes before collapsing back into the canvas. Sweaty, struggling not to burst into tears, Holly twitched as she tried to peel herself off the mat.

[BlackAkuma]

”Das schmeckt gut.”

Sabine smacked her lips and ran her fingers over her mouth as she laid on the mat, not bothering to get up after the suplex. She was too busy enjoying the sweet, sweet taste of Holly on her lips - a mix of sweat, saliva, and tears that came together for a heady, intoxicating tonic. And to think, she was on the cusp of having it on tap for a whole day. The thought alone was enough to warm her loins.

The Morrigan hopped off the turnbuckle and strolled casually, in no rush, as their opponent - if she could even be called that anymore - writhed about like a fish out of water. ”Think that’s enough working over, yet?” She nodded Holly’s way. ”Not that I care much, but your toy looks close to breaking.”

Sabine nodded and promptly rose, tossing her hair back as the two predators approached their hapless prey. The Morrigan brought her boot down on Holly’s generous chest and pinned her to the floor, ensuring she didn’t get any funny ideas about escaping, while the German sauntered over to her side and leaned over her, looking down at her and casting a shadow across her face.

”This is your last chance, fräulein.” She brought her foot up and drove it down hard beside Holly’s head, perilously close to stomping her in the face. ”Kiss my foot. Surrender. You’ll still lose, but I promise to make it a far more pleasant affair than it will be otherwise.”

[Luncha_Libre]

Gasping, forcing her eyes open, Holly tried to roll off her back. The British Bombshell was laid out, her ample bust heaving as she struggled to breath. Sweaty, with a tear-strained face, Holly was fighting against her own body to get back into the fight. There was fear on Holly’s face, the realization that she was being toyed with by her opponents. She could taste Sabine on her lips, still smell her, and the way the German filled her senses only heightened her panic.

“Come onnn …” Holly moaned as she reached toward the impossibly distant ropes. Before she could even peel a shoulder off the mat, however, Sabine’s shadow fell over her trembling face. “AAAGH!” Holly cried out, a boot coming down on her head and pressing her down to the mat.

“Let me go!” Holly shouted, kicking the mat and pounding it with a fist in petulant, pitiful frustration. Breathing deep, Holly squirmed beneath Sabine’s boot and listened to her demands. Holly’s face blushed and her brow furrowed in frustration. The idea of giving up might have been tempting, considering how hopeless her situation looked … if not for the overwhelming frustration of losing yet another match as a pathetic, big-busted loser who was just there to take a beating and look good doing it! That had been Holly’s spot before, was that going to be her spot forever?

Without a word, Holly stopped thrashing about and placed a hand on the back of Sabine’s heel, right over her face. Groaning with pain, Holly shoved the boot, knowing it was going to hurt her face but being more than willing to suffer that pain if it meant she could shove this woman’s boot off, and get her some freedom, as she refused to give up!

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine’s face never changed throughout all of this, keeping it impassive and stoic, the picture of a German soldatin. Still, she was legitimately surprised when Holly mustered the courage to push her foot away, showing a stubborn defiance that few would’ve been able to muster in such a situation. Outmanned and overpowered, her cause was hopeless, but she continued to persevere. Some might chalk it up to foolishness, other would call her stubborn, and Morrigan would just call her a glutton for punishment. Sabine would label it something much loftier.

But she would crush it, all the same. ”As you wish, Holly.” She looked up at Morrigan and snapped her fingers, as she stepped back to give her partner some room. ”Have at her.”

The Morrigan didn’t need any more prodding than that. The busty Irish dom brought her boot off Holly’s chest and dropped to a knee beside her opponent. ”All right, sugar tits.” She grabbed two handfuls of the Briton’s hair, using them as rough handholds to make her sit up. ”Let’s get to know each other better, huh?”

Her thick arm snaked around Holly’s throat from behind, pulling her into a tight chokehold - just hard enough to make even the slightest breath a choir, just light enough that she wouldn’t be going all the way out anytime soon. Morrigan’s thick legs wrapped around her waist, giving her a tight squeeze for a few seconds, before they slid down and forced her legs apart, leaving her wide open and vulnerable below the waist. The Irishwoman fell to her back and pulled Holly over her, keeping her under control and riding down her struggles.

All while Sabine circled around them, arms akimbo, a shark closing in on her prey. The Morrigan brought her tongue to Holly’s ear, giving it a hot lick before she cooled the saliva with her whisper. ”Get ready to have your fucking mind blown.”

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aowww!” Holly cried out as Sabine’s boot scraped along her pretty face. She was still squirming beneath a boot squashing her ample bust, her big boobs squashed nearly flat by Morrigan. Before Holly could try to pry herself free of that, however, Morrigan was pulling her up into a seated position for more cruelty …

“Nnngh, let me go …” Holly whined, writhing in her opponent’s grip. Holly’s features were pulled into a grimace, her eyes narrowing as she felt Morrigan’s powerful limbs encircling her body. Holly grunted as she was squeezed, eyes widening in shock and fear as she realized what was happening. Morrigan’s powerful legs squeezed around her waist, pressing into her body. The woman’s dominant arms, which had just about ripped her boyfriend in half earlier in the match, were now on her neck to close off her air. Holly’s chest swelled as she took one final, big breath before Morrigan had her firmly locked in.

“AAAARGH!” Holly screamed, as she was pulled back into the rear naked choke! Desperate, the British Bombshell thrashed around, kicking her legs and flailing her arms as she scrambled for an escape. Her ample curves pressed down into Morrigan’s firm body, and she bounced and thrashed in the stronger woman’s grip. Desperate, Holly reached for the ropes, for the outside, anything that could help. “Misterr! Help meee!”

At ringside, Blanco moaned miserably. Still laid out and spread eagle with his pants pulled down, the luchador had been reduced to a wrecked, pathetic heap on the floor. He could hear Holly’s cries, but was totally powerless to do anything about them. He kicked a leg in an effort to get up, but got nowhere with it. He moaned, then let out a defeated sigh. The Brit was on her own!

In the ring, Holly watched fearfully as Sabine loomed above her. A chill went down her spine as Morrigan teased her ear, and her thrashing renewed for a furious second. However, without any way to get more air back into her lungs after screaming for her life, Holly was quickly weakening. Her arms started to flop to her side, her thick legs bounced up in the air once or twice, but she was clearly fading …

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine made no effort to hide the lust in her eyes as she stalked around Holly’s bucking body, enjoying the sight of it bouncing around in Morrigan’s clutches. The sway of her voluptuous breasts, her bountiful, bouncing his, those luscious thighs thrashing about, all capped off by the panicked, pained expression on her face. It was a treat to drink in, and she could feel the heat grow between her legs with each passing moment.

She glanced to the side, looking over to the ring towards Blanco - as near as she could tell, he wouldn’t be interfering for the moment, though that wasn’t bound to last forever. It was time for them to bring this to a close as efficiently as possible.

Quite doable.

Sabine stepped over Holly’s flailing legs and sat, pinning her thighs to the mat to keep her still. ”Ease up,” She nodded to Morrigan as she leaned forward. ”Just enough to keep her awake. I want her to experience this.”

Holly would learn what ‘this’ was in short order as Sabine brought her hand to her chest and pulled one of her magnificent breasts free, exposing it to the fresh air. It wouldn’t say unadorned for long, though, as the dominatrix would cover it with her mouth a second later, sucking and licking and even nibbling at the tempting flesh, lathering it with saliva, mixing with the sweat to give it a brilliant sheen.

Her other hand slipped between Holly’s legs, dove under her garment, and found fresh folds to fondle. A single stroke at first, a delicate touch. Then it went harder. And harder. And faster. And faster. Even touch was hotter than the last, each laced with more wild intent, as she tried to drive the Briton to the edge of bliss - whether she wanted to go there or not.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly’s eyes widened in horror as Sabine pinned her thighs to the mat. Her attempts at squirming free intensified, but her soft body was held tight. There was nowhere to run, no escape for the British Bombshell. Whatever was about to happen to her was happening, and despite her best efforts, there was nothing she could do but lie down and take it!

“Mister, help! M-ooh!” Holly gasped as her breast spilled free of her ring gear. The crowd cheered, and Holly’s face flushed red. It didn’t matter how many times her chest was exposed to the cheering crowds at LAW, she got a reaction from them every time … and every time, she felt freshly humiliated at the exposure. Sabine wasn’t content at that, however, as she immediately took hold of Holly’s body and began to have her way with her. Holly bit her lip hard as Sabine started to work over her soft pink nipple, nibbling and working over her breast with her mouth! Holly’s back arched as she took a deep breath, shocked and stunned as chill waves coursed through her body at the contact. Fighting herself, Holly struggled and failed to hold back moans as Sabine worked her body over expertly.

“NNNNGH!” Holly’s moans grew louder, her throat tighter, as Sabine’s hand darted between her legs and started to work over her sex, as well. “Nnnuh! NNNGH!” Holly moaned and squirmed, her thighs grinding against Sabine’s arms in a weak effort to pry her free, before her efforts at resisting melted away and she started to grind along with Sabine’s motions. Holly’s eyes fluttered shut, and her mouth dropped open in a perfect red ‘o’ shape as she started to gasp and moan with every motion. Holly writhed in the grip, her back grinding against Morrigan’s body, Holly letting Sabine’s fingers plunge deeper and deeper into her … not that she had any choice in the matter! Holly’s body bucked harder and harder, acting on its own, as her breath finally caught in her throat, before one final …

“AAAAAAAAAUUGH!!” Holly reached climax with a wild moan! Her body tightened, clenched around Sabine’s fingers, then released. She melted into Morrigan, and her eyes remained shut. She panted, gasped, but couldn’t do more than lie limp in her opponents’ grasp. She felt spent and humiliated at what she’d just endured for a live studio audience. Meanwhile, Blanco had been roused by Holly’s loud moans, just barely pulling himself up onto the apron to see the entire display. Still a beaten, disheveled mess, Blanco shook his head in defeat, clinging to the ropes to keep himself from falling to the canvas, completely unable to make any kind of save before it was too late.

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine always loved watching the human body reacting independently, taking the reigns when the brain was too busy doing something else. When it came to throes of pleasure, it instinctively sought it out, and the reactions were often wilder than anything she would’ve gotten with a conscious, aware subject. In the hands of a talented woman such as herself, Holly might as well have been an instrument for her to play - she plucked here, pulled there, and made the sweetest music.

To her credit, Holly fought. She struggled. She resisted as well as Sabine had seen anyone resist, trying to fight against her instincts. But as the mind controlled the body, so, too, could the body control the mind, if the right levers were applied. The resistance melted away, and then came the moaning, and the bucking, and the thrashing. She moved like a wild mare, so intense that Morrigan nearly let her slip free.

”Whew!” She threw back her head and laughed as she clamped down even tighter, putting some real strength into the hold. ”Got me a live one!”

Sabine just smiled as she continued her work, feasting on Holly’s breasts while her fingers plunged with wild abandon, mining their victim’s depth. She was well-versed in the rhythms of sex and could feel the inevitable reaction welling up from within Holly - the flushing of the skin and the heart's palpitations. As sure as one and one equaled two, Holly erupted, a geyser spurting between her legs. The fluids spilled and she deflated along with them, as lifeless as a dishrag in Morrigan’s embrace.

Sabine brought the stained fingers of her glove to her mouth and ran her tongue along the leather, licking them as the bell rang, giving them their first official victory as a tag team. She couldn't’ have asked for more. ”Simply exquisite.”

As much as she would have liked to bask in the moment, she knew the clock was ticking - they were only promised POW right for 24 hours, and she didn’t want to waste a single second. She stood and nodded to Morrigan, who moved with little hesitation, only given Holly a quick kiss on the check before she tossed her aside and rolled away. The Irishwoman slid out of the ring near Blanco, reached under the apron, and quickly found what she was looking: a pair of ropes, purple and red, that they’d stashed earlier. She bundled the red ones up and tossed them over the ropes to Sabine, who promptly caught them and turned her attention back to the withered Holly.

The Morrigan spun on her heel to face Blanco. She ran her tongue along her lips as she approached, wrapping the rope around her fist with every step. ”Okay, boyo. We doing this the easy way or the hard way?”

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly felt the tension spill out of her body, as every muscle in her aching figure released and relaxed. Everything felt so heavy, so exhausting, and the rush of shock at her climax was quickly replaced by the realization of what she’d just been forced to do in front of a packed LAW arena! Holly shuddered, but she lacked the strength to even react. She wanted to hide her face, or roll out of the ring, but those weren’t going to be options, at the moment.

Instead, Holly was dumped to the mat by Morrigan, and she lay there. Rolling onto her back, Holly’s still-heaving chest and sweaty flesh betrayed how exhausted and spent she really was after that bout. Holly had taken some poundings in her life, in various senses of the word, but that was … something special. With a sigh, Holly’s eyes fluttered shut, and that was it. With her last thoughts being lingering humiliation, Holly slipped into darkness and succumbed to it. Spent, beaten, Holly passed out in the middle of the ring, her post-climactic body on full display to show off the handiwork of her opponents. Meanwhile, the fans’ attention turned to ringside …

“D-damn …” Blanco groaned, getting up on his feet and pushing off the ring apron. The luchador shook his head. The couple was defeated, it was undeniable. He had tapped out, and Holly had just been used as a chew toy. Now, looking up, he saw Morrigan approaching him. He paused, trying to figure out where he was, after all this … part of him thought he should just give it up. He lost, fair and square. Morrigan made him tap out, after all. After that, though, they’d had their way with Holly in the center of the ring, while he just lay at ringside as a complete wreck. He’d failed to have her back, and they were both going to pay the price for it, tonight. Blanco shook his head, struggling to accept it.

“H-hard …” Blanco panted, chest and shoulders heaving as he launched himself into one last-ditch effort. Extending an arm, Blanco aimed a running lariat at Morrigan. Body battered, his ego demolished, his trunks still down to expose his manhood, this was clearly a last ditch, desperate move, but he was taking it, for better or worse!

[BlackAkuma]

”Gute nacht, schönheit.”

Sabine carefully handled the fainted beauty, laying her down like her body was made from the most precious material. The last thing she wanted to do was injure the woman more than need be, and she felt she had done an excellent job of avoiding that so far - yes, it had been a harrowing experience for the woman, but she had likely endured far damage in her time as a wrestler. Getting knocked out like this was one of the better ways to go, and if Sabine had her way, she would look back at this trial with a pleasant mind.

Rope in hand, she set to the task of tying up the unconscious woman, making sure to do it in the least stressful way, calling upon the full breadth of her rope-binding skills. She looped the ankles and wrist with a soft but strong tie, enough that she would be able to move without hurting herself but do little else, and then linked them together. It was a small precaution, just in case Holly had any notions of hopping her way out of the situation.

When it was done, her prisoner was wrapped up and ready, snug and secure, no muss or fuss. Perhaps not the greatest work of all time, but Sabine was still an intermediate in shibari, with much left to learn.

The Morrigan’s time with Blanco was more fraught. To put it mildly.

She had thought he might try to run away, so his attack caught her wholly off guard. He rushed her with surprising speed, and his lariat caught her clean on the chest and sent her staggering back, more from the sheer shock of it than the damage. She stumbled, then planted her foot down and righted herself, looking up his with a frenzied grin. ”Hard?” She spat off and brushed her chest off. ”Hard’s good, yeah.”

Morrigan rushed in with the ropes tight in hand, grabbed Blanco by the shoulders, pinned him up against the apron, and launched a flurry of knees into the man’s stomach, hammering with merciless, furious blows. Her forearm went to his throat to choke and pin him while her wild blows continued to knock the wind out.