Sparring for a Good cause

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco leaned into the monkey flip, hoping that he could unseat the powerful veteran and keep his momentum rolling against her. He was still in disbelief that Thereisa had tapped out in his hold, a moment that was definitely going to stick with the luchador as a proud accomplishment, even if it hadn’t been in an official match. And planting his boot on her defeated ass might have been taking a step too far, but in the moment it had been incredibly satisfying …

However, that satisfaction wouldn’t last too long. Blanco followed through on the monkey flip, and impressively the Black Widow was able to land on her feet. Rolling off his back, Blanco started to rise for a follow up. Planning on throwing his momentum into a run, he tensed his body to go for a running forearm strike, a move to try and knock Thereisa off her boots again … only to get cut off with a big boot to the face!

“HHNGH!” Blanco grunted as Thereisa’s boot hit him in the face! The luchador fell back, momentum making him spin a little on his spine as he hit the mat. Laid out, stunned, Blanco stared up at the lights a moment as he struggled with getting up … as soon as he figured out which way ‘up’ was!

[The Riders]

Seeing her male opponent down on the canvas from her move after Blanco had the nerve to put his foot on her backside... Theresa licks her lips at what she is going to do to the young man in front of her.

But in a way that was not too over the top in her eyes but enough to embarrass the young man, as she would drag her opponent by his leg into the middle of the ring before turning him over onto his stomach and stepping on his legs.

"Fitting that I know some moves from your style Boy... So do make this worth my while" the older woman says. As she smacked the man on the sides and grabbed his arms in her hands, Theresa would fall backward onto her back lifting her opponent into the air for a ceiling hold.

Wanting to add more to her male opponent's humiliation she would let Blanco fall back onto her chest... Before moving his head to the side and placing it underneath her arm for a dragon sleeper ceiling hold submission move.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Ooohh …” Blanco moaned, shaking his head as Thereisa dragged his lithe body across the mat. Groaning, Blanco tried to peel himself off the canvas as he felt his chest dragged across it, feeling totally helpless at the feet of the domineering veteran woman. “AH!” Blanco cried out as Thereisa smacked his side, forcing his arms to flail back where she could catch them. Knowing what was coming, Blanco was still helpless to prevent her from pulling back and yanking him into a hold!

“Noo!” Blanco moaned, grimacing as his body was pulled and bent back, Thereisa lifting him into the air. “AAAAARRRGHH!” Blanco couldn’t help but let a cry of pain escape his throat, as he was cranked long and lean, stretched out above her in the hold! Blanco’s abs seethed as he gasped for air, his muscles tensing as he was stretched. The luchador shook his head in a weak, useless protest as Thereisa took his head, cranked it back, and shoved it into her armput!

“NNNNNNGHHAAHH!!” Blanco screamed again, his face partially smothered in Thereisa’s armpit. He reached out with his free arm, trying to rock his body to freedom before it was too late, but the veteran had him held tight, punishing his body with a brutal hold!

[The Riders]

Thereisa inner sadist side was starting to come out again. She could feel her opponent struggle... Every intake of breath Blanco tried to get from her tight grip, this feeling was starting to become addicting as she recalled what that man said to her in the locker room about letting her inner demons out again.

The older woman grabs Blanco's free arm and locks it in her grip trapping the limb so the younger man can't escape, but unknown to the people watching she starts to taunt the trapped man... " seems like the same old story with you... Now I can either put you to sleep. Or you pucker up and kiss the spot where you're at in surrender Boyo" she taunts.

She knows some guys like that due to it being humiliating from what Ana told her.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nnngh,” Blanco moaned, his body writhing in Thereisa’s grip. The slender man’s abs seethed as he struggled to breathe, his figure pulled and bent in Thereisa’s grip. His face was smothered out in her armpit, and his arms flailed around pathetically. Blanco could feel the eyes of the trainees in the gym on him, and as much pride as he’d felt making Thereisa tap moments ago, he was now feeling a heavy dose of humiliation. Worse, because he could feel himself hardening under his trunks, which were now tenting out for all to see as Thereisa dominated him. He knew there was one way out …

“MMF! MMMFF!” Blanco moaned again, his flailing turning into a desperate tapping against Thereisa’s arm, a show of submission. However, he knew that wasn’t enough for her. Burning with shame, Blanco pressed his lips against Thereisa’s sweaty armpit, and did as she commanded. He kissed her sweaty flesh in a show of total submission, giving up all dignity out of fear of being put to sleep, knowing his opponent was ready and willing to do it!

[The Riders]

Thereisa was just joking around with her opponent when she made that demand. She was going to let him go once he had tapped out since she would allow him to save some kind of pride and face among the trainees that are watching the spar between them, but when she felt his lips kiss her armpit in a sign of total surrender is when her side reared it ugly head and came out for everyone to see.

The older woman would let go of the dragon sleep hold and rock herself back up into a sitting position but with Blanco in between her legs now wrapped around his midsection and arms to lock him in place with no chance of escape, but leaving him at her mercy again and with her mind set on being sadistic with the young man she is going to fully enjoy her time with the masked man in front of her.

" You made a grave mistake, boy... now I'm going to make sure you know why I am called demon...' she says while licking the side of Blanco face with her tongue. The trainees watching blush and turn red seeing the display the older woman just did, and many of them quickly leave the area as they figure that once she was done with the luchador... then they would be next which none of them want and leaves the masked man to his fate. Seeing as it is just her and Blanco... Thereisa would smirk and lean her face close to her male opponent face, her lips against the man's ear, "Here what I am going to do to you Boyo... I am going to squeeze your body with my legs till it hurts to breathe. Then I am going to wrap my arm around your throat and squeeze till your close to passing out but I won't let you do that until I say you can pass out for me.' she says while doing what she just said to her trapped opponent.

Her powerful legs crushing Blanco mid-section and arms so he can't tap out, and her arm wrapped around his neck in a tight sleeper hold to keep him on the edge of passing out, all the while pressing her front against his sturdy back.

[Luncha_Libre]

Trapped, Blanco could only grimace and fight back a whimper as he tasted Thereisa’s sweaty armpit on his lips. The powerful woman cranked him back in the hold, and the act of submission was the only way Blanco could think of to get him to take it easy on her. What he didn’t realize, unfortunately, was that this act was only going to make things worse …

“Aaaaugh,” Blanco let out a loud groan as his opponent released him from her armpit. Blanco rolled forward, his broad shoulders heaving as he fought to breathe air back into his lungs. Sweating, flushed, Blanco brought up his arm to wipe sweat from his brow. Humiliated and eager for this to end, Blanco tried to roll forward to get away, only to feel Thereisa’s legs clamp down around his waist!

“H-hey,” Blanco grunted, as he reached for the ropes. The woman’s powerful legs held hard on him, however, keeping him from going anywhere. Blanco’s eyes widened, realizing how much trouble he was in. “AAH!” Blanco moaned, as Thereisa’s wet tongue slip up his neck and sent a chill through his body. Blanco’s manhood was now as hard as it could get, and the rest of him was also at Thereisa’s mercy!

“N-no, wait …” Blanco moaned as Thereisa caught his arms around his sides, and started to crush his body by flexing her strong legs! The scissor made him moan in agony, and her threats made Blanco’s heart pound in horror. He shifted his shoulders, slender body writhing in Thereisa’s grip as she grabbed his head for a sleeper hold! Blanco moaned as she pressed into him. All Blanco could feel were her vice-like limbs gripping him, her ample breasts pressing into his back, and his useless attempts to struggle free! The ‘spar’ was quickly turning to a horror show, as Thereisa demonstrated how utterly helpless he was, in her grip!

[The Riders]

Just like the animal that was her former ring name... Thereisa was a black widow when it came to mind games and grapples that didn't let her opponent escape at all.

Living up to the namesake as she had Blanco entangled in her web and with her prey so helpless in front of her... Who was she to deny her fun with the masked male in her embrace? "Now now Boya. Don't you like being in my embrace... You should be honoroed, the last man to be held like this with me was my ex dead husband. " She says into the young man's ear, her tongue out licking her lips at the chance of dominating the smaller man some more.

"Let's see which is going to knock you out first... Being choked out by my sleeper hold... Or having your ribs crushed Blanco. " Thereisa would say before tightening her hold on the masked male.

[Luncha_Libre]

“HHHKKK!!” Blanco grunted in pain as Thereisa bent his body backward. Blanco could feel himself straining in her grip, his lean figure pulled back as far as it could go. His head was trapped and waist locked tight in her legs. Beads of sweat were running down his lean figure as he struggled to breathe, and he couldn’t help the raging erection tightening his trunks. Thereisa clamped down on his waist, grinding the air out of him, and the pain was overwhelming. Blanco knew how bad this was, but Thereisa only rubbed it in with her sadistic threats …

“N-noooo …” Blanco moaned, feeling her breath on his ear. Blanco reached out, arms flailing pathetically as he reached for the ropes, an arm, anything he could use. His chest heaved, pecs seething as he gasped for final breaths of air he desperately needed. Air that wasn’t coming.

“Nooo, please …” Blanco let out a moan, and his arm flopped to the mat. The hold was grinding the life out of him, and Blanco was on the verge. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his entire body shuddered. Dominated, in dire danger, Blanco could only lie back and hope to survive this as everything grew dark …

[The Riders]

Thereisa enjoyed having her opponent in her embrace. She can feel the air leave his body as every struggle Blanco makes sends shivers up and down her spine. Even his breathy moans of pain send a jolt of pleasure into her body as the room is uncomfortably hot for her and her body is sweating almost to the point that her skin is shining. But still, something is missing. She needs more of this feeling, and she knows how to force it out of her male opponent, and she is going to do whatever it takes to make it happen.

Just when it seemed that Blanco was about to go to sleep, Thereisa would let go of the hold, allowing the young man to breathe and get some air into his body while she slowly slid her fingernails up and down Blanco's bare chest. "Oh my very firm and toned. Shame that you lose more than you win with a figure like this,' she says in a somewhat flirty tone.

"Now what else should I do? Hmm. You and your loser of a bitch make it so easy to torment. Hmm, maybe I should just interfere in the next Holly match and put her out of her misery this time." as if discussing the weather instead of trying to perilously injure another wrestler for life. As she moves back and grabs the masked man by the head and turns him around before wrapping her legs around his head in a head scissors hold, his mouth is as close as it can be between Thereisa's legs as she flexes her muscles in her toned legs to tighten the squeeze.