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

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly didn’t make a sound as her ample curves were bound up in Sabine’s rope. Nonresponsive, head lulling gently side to side as she was bound and secured, Holly was an easy prisoner to handle. At ringside, cameras were flashing at the sight of Holly’s curves busting out of the ropes that bound her as her ankles were bound along with her wrists, stretching her body just a bit and thrusting her curves outward. It was clear to everyone in the audience, as well as in the ring, that the poor, suffering British Bombshell wasn’t going anywhere until Sabine decided otherwise.

Meanwhile, at ringside, Blanco was working out the last of his bruised ego. Surging forward, Blanco was surprised that his lariat found its mark and smacked across Morrigan’s chest. Blanco’s eyes went wide, having mostly expected that she’d catch him, counter him, do something. He didn’t have the strength left in him for the shot to do any damage, but the fact that he’d landed it and not immediately had his ass handed to him was better than he’d hoped. Blanco staggered back, and immediately tried to move into another shot … only for Morrigan to catch him, this time. Before Blanco could move, Morrigan hooked him around the back of the neck and had him trapped!

“NNNGH!” Blanco grunted, as a knee strike slammed into his abs and folded him over. “HNNGH! AARGH!” Blanco cried out again and again as Morrigan battered his abs with her knee, knocking the wind out of him. Blanco’s arms hung at his sides, and he could feel his knees giving out … which was before Morrigan turned him around and locked in a sleeper hold.

“NNnnghh … nnnooo …” Blanco moaned, as Morrigan’s powerful arms clasped around his throat and kept him from breathing! Blanco’s battered abs seethed as he fought to breathe. Blanco’s eyes went from wide and shocked, to fluttering shut. He started to drool a little, as his went from one last desperate grasp, to flopping to his sides in defeat. His knees went out, and his body dangled from Morrigan’s grip. The luchador went limp (well, mostly limp …), and it was over. Everything faded into darkness, and like Holly his body belonged to their opponents to do what they pleased with …

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan couldn't be described as having a deft touch, even at her nicest, but the fury that she visited on Blanco was a sight to behold. Having him put up a fight in the ring was one thing, that she expected, but now the bout was over. She’d won. He was her property until the world make a full spin, and she wasn’t about to take lip and defiance when his obedience was hers by rights. She had plans for Blanco, and they started with him learning who was in charge.

She didn't know what was going through his mind as he faded, but she sincerely hoped that he realized the error of his ways and had a little less lip when he woke up. If not, he was going to be in for a painful time.

He fell under her onslaught, collapsing, and Morrigan backed off - after giving him a quick, spiteful kick in the side. She looked up to see that Sabine was finishing her work in the ring, way ahead of where she wanted to be with Blanco. ”Having trouble out there, are we?”

”I got it, mum.” She wiped her forehead clean of sweat, then dropped to her knees and went to work. ”Some guys just have to play hard to get, you know?”

The Morrigan was never the best hand with shibari, but she still managed a decent hogtie on the man, getting him wrapped up, snug, and tight. She put the finishing touches on with a little bow, then lifted him up on her shoulders.

”Acceptable work.” Sabine slid out of the ring and carried Holly along with her - she had a little trouble with the woman at first, but managed to put her in a bridal carry soon enough, clutching her close. ”Shall we abscond, Ms. Morrigan?”

”By all means, Ms. Hammer.”

The two exchanged smiles and proceeded up the ramp, prizes in hand, as the crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and boos.