Sparring on the Mats [Eve - Petra]

[thesteedman]

Eve yelped out as Petra only did half of what she expected. She expected another embrace attempt; Petra seemed to possess a desire to do so against her as their match proved and the first round of this training session. It seemed the beauty was onto Eve's train of thoughts though, using that experience against the British DJ turned wrestler. At the last moment she had ducked low in the oils, wrapping her into an embrace but around her thighs! In combination with the oils, Eve had no chance of keeping her stance. The two slipped downwards at Petra's design, before Eve fell upon her rear with little grace.

She slid backwards, biting on her lower lip as she felt Petra jostle against her, getting the feel of that amazing and scantily clad figure slipping and sliding against her own exposed legs and feet. Like a serpent she had struck, and Eve knew those coils were coming if she did not act fast. Though the notion of being locked up, embraced and squeezed by Petra still held an element of excitement, Eve did not desire to be a push over by any standard... Officially she had lost to this woman, and unofficially she had been squeezed near out cold again. She could not make it three for three losses! Unofficial or not.

With a twist, Eve grunted, looking to try and use the momentum and the oils to help her turn. Given legs were generally stronger than arms, Eve powered her thighs open, using the benefit of the oil to have Petra's grip slip a little. If all went to plan, she would capture Petra's chest between her thighs and straddle over her bare stomach! It would leave Petra with little options... no doubt potentially opting to try and slip free. This time with would be Eve who looked to seize the chance to capture Petra, hoping to wrap her arms around her body if she tried to slip upwards from between her thighs. In truth.... Eve had been longing to put a squeeze on this beauty for some time... hopefully that fantasy was about to become reality!

[Devilish53]

Petra wasn't so much overconfident as she was sure that her tried and tested tactics against Eve would pay off. Ducking low with intent to pull Eve onto her firm rear, Petra had every intention of then seamlessly transitioning to her knees with a slide. Behind Eve of course, before extending her arms to once more coil around this girl and remind Petra how hard she could crush someone!

Though Petra would be thrown to the wayside if but entirely, as Eve saw fit to clamp her legs around the Greek before slipping her upwards into a hug of her own. One that pitted their amazing frames front to front, with Eve now in control!

Huffing out in surprise that her takedown attempt had been countered into such a dominant embrace, the oil that would otherwise have proven an aid towards escaping wouldn't bare Petra much fruit with how close they were pressed. For she couldn't get her hands upon Eve's grip, with how close the two of them were!

Instead, she could but push to the biceps of her firm bodied foe, which in turn left her hands repeatedly slipping off again and again!

The oil if anything, was working entirely against her!

[thesteedman]

With the sound of a clop as both Eve's and Petra's bare midriffs clashed together, Eve was quick to lock her arms around the slender but hard and well defined frame of Petra. The two of them lay together on the oiled mats, slipping and sliding a little as Petra tried to writhe and push free, but this time she had no leverage to call her own. Eve almost blushed, up close and personal with her sparring partner, feeling her chest against her own, pressing firmly and tightening with each strained breath whilst her bare midriff docked against her own.

Eve's legs positioned against Petra's in such a way that they were almost entwined, looking to further restrict her movements whilst in turn adding more proximity to this deep embrace. Their oiled skin slid and grinded together, whilst their faces were inches apart with the nature of the bearhug. For a few seconds, Eve could not help but simply gaze upon Petra, watching and feeling her struggle, as it caused her to give a slight playful giggle, feeling the sudden dominance that Petra must have felt herself only moments ago.

All that was left to do... was to squeeze.

Eve bit on her lower lip. Her arms began to find space around Petra, and with assistance from the oils, she was able to wrap Petra up in a deeper embrace, applying pressure against her lithe form before she even began to squeeze. Eve grunted a little, adjusting herself to get all the leverage she needed, before she finally began to constrict her sparring partner. The moment felt good, something she had been longing for since this all began only to be denied by Petra's impressive skill. But this time she had her, and now Eve was going to enjoy herself until Petra tapped out... or even passed out.

She squeezed firmly, feeling Petra's form tense, looking to make her writhe and moan within her embrace. Petra's failed attempts to pry against Eve's arms only spurned her on, as she grimaced and groaned, looking to apply as much of her strength as she could, beginning a deep squeeze and a grounded bearhug upon her oiled up alluring guest and foe.

[Devilish53]

Petra was impossible to break psychologically, no matter the situation. And damn, what a situation it was, given the alluring choice of attire between beautiful women, with no audience to distract them. Never mind the use of oil and body to body squeezes!

Though whilst Petra could not be forced into a scenario in which the allure of the squeeze would overtake her, she was still only human. Eve was hardly a muscular behemoth but damn if she couldn't squeeze, with her arms coiled for maximum pressure around all fronts. Not only that, but the abdomen of the more tanned beauty was turning into something of a steel wall, with Petra's own tout core squished up directly against it. Efforts to breathe were naturally becoming more and more strained, as Petra found the sudden application of force on her body enough to make her arms give way. Briefly spread eagle in the powerful embrace of Eve, she'd bring her head back for a long, gutteral groan - one to be followed by the baring of teeth as she tried quickly to adjust to the crush on her waistline.

Slowly but surely bringing her hands up and back into the action, they would start at Eve's shoulders and slowly work down, with the fingers of the Greek rather literally dancing across the biceps of Eve in an effort to find the escape button. Failing that, she'd settle for trying to slide her hands further around her own body as to get her fingers to Eve's grip itself. To pry at the source, needless to say!

[thesteedman]

It was everything she anticipated and more. Though there was certainly an allure to having been captive to Petra's own embrace, this is what Eve had been longing to do to the Greek Goddess. The groan that slipped from her lips as Eve tightened her grasp near made her shiver with delight, as Petra briefly succumbed to the pressure of the bearhug, arching and writhing against Eve's own delightful and well-oiled form. Petra was not one to let such whims get the best of her though, and her mind remained sharp and in the game.

She began to test Eve, pushing against her arms, looking for space to slip her hands into for a good amount of leverage to use to her advantage. Both women grinded together, both breathing heavily as Eve let her legs entwine a little more against that of Petra's. Her bare feet seemed to curve around the Greek beauty's, whilst her legs remained clamped to her own, as if trying to feel every inch of her perfect form. Their bare midriffs remained docked and locked together, with Eve's abs tensed up, looking to put Petra's own to the test. Petra's prying would have been a significant issue as she tested her grip and looked for ways to swing the edge, but the oils were firmly upon Eve's side.

Any grasp she managed to muster would quickly diminish when her flesh would slip against that of Eve's flawless skin. For the time being, Petra really was truly trapped, but Eve could not help but admire her spirit, as the alluring Greek refused to give up. Eve nuzzled into her neck, taking a few deep breaths before she went for another long winded squeeze, looking to sap the energy from Petra as well as get a perfect feel of her core against her own. Her arms continued to tighten, enclosing more around Petra's lithe form. She did not bother to ask if she wanted to give. She was certain when Petra was done struggling she would offer submission herself! Though Eve quietly held a desire that she would struggle for as long as possible, enjoying having such a deep squeeze and proximity upon such a marvel of a woman.

[Devilish53]

Petra's breathing highlighted the predicament and then some - Eve was closing every bit of space there was to be found against the Greek beauty, entrapping her every which way so that even the liveliest of shakes would only bring Petra tighter into Eve's grip.

Arms struggling to make headway, what Petra thought was to be the release valve for this body breaking squeeze was seemingly the switch to squeeze even tighter. Hands slipping free as Eve bared down, Petra's body arched as it could against the canvas with both arms shooting up behind her. Writhing with her hot breath washing over Eve's, Petra's stretching motion had inadvertently given Eve more access to her form. The Greek would realize this far too late, as she found the core of Eve digging in and rather literally crushing over her exposed abs in a sensation that made the Greek quite literally shiver.

Eyes growing weary from having the life squeezed out of her, Petra would take to shimmying with hips and hands working in tandem. There were plenty of means to escape this predicament - a clapping of ears, a strike at the nose or even a headbutt - but Petra hardly felt any of those options were fitting given the predicament. Instead, she'd look to push herself onto her knees - or rather onto Eve's lap - with her hands coming back to the shoulder blades of her foe to simply hold on.

Without getting aggressive, Petra was rather stuck for options on how to stop Eve compressing her!

[thesteedman]

This moment was simply perfect. Eve could not get enough of Petra's glistening form trapped within her own arms. She could feel her abs strain with each squeeze of her own arms, their midriffs docked and meshing together with each short burst incision of pressure during the prolonged bearhug. The grunts of exertion and moans seemed to slip from both ladies during the embrace, whilst Petra continued to expertly search and pry for openings and signs of weaknesses. She had a few good efforts at it, but thanks to the layer of oil, Eve managed to perceived, keeping a tight lock upon the Greek beauty, before sinking her grip even tighter when Petra's ambition to escape accidently created more space to wrap around and constrict like a deadly Anaconda.

To Petra's credit, she never stopped working. It was looking bad for her, and the look set deep within her eyes began to show that she was doubtful of escape, but not once did she stop trying. Even now, she managed to shift the momentum, managing to work her way up to her knees so that she was straddling over Eve's lap. Her thighs were dangerously close to Eve's waist, and a bodyscissor was indeed possible, but it took a lot of effort to get this far, and Eve could tell Petra probably lacked the strength to apply a hold of her own. With what energy she had left she needed to find a way out, but nothing was coming to fruition.

Eve took a deep breath, watching as Petra writhed as the squeeze began to get the better of her. Her back arched, her chest heaved as a few soft grunts and moans were pressed from her delicious lips. Watching and feeling Petra's perfect form was almost too much for Eve, and part of her just wanted to lean in and kiss her lips, or kiss her cleavage or even her washboard stomach. Fortunately, Eve had too much respect for Petra to do that to her as tempting as it was. This was a spar after all, and Eve had detected no signs that Petra felt that way about her. Despite how sensual this moment was, Petra was a professional... Eve witnessed it in their match together, and she was witnessing it now.

Clamping down with her arms, Eve looked to begin closing this round out, squeezing at her waist hard, pressing her up close and personal as the oils ran down both the marvellous forms of the scantily clad women. Bodies meshed and grinded together, as a few muffled creaks sounded from Petra's back where Eve began to grind down her defences. She bit on her lower lip, doubling down with each squeeze to really put the drain upon her sparring partner. This is what she had longed for in their match... but it seemed Eve finally got part of her wish come true at the very least, and she was loving every moment of it.

[Devilish53]

Petra had completely lost sight of what she was even doing anymore. Was she fighting to win? To survive? Or was she merely now out to experience the strength and finesse of a body that could match her own, in one of the most intoxicating manners that didn't involve taking things outright to the bed?

Her heart raced as her mind did the same, with her arms wrapping to hug and squeeze around Eve's shoulders though with a fraction of the power currently on her waistline. With Eve arching soon enough, she would be forced to do the same - in a motion that made their hard midriffs kiss as Petra's right arm slipped free of its hug to dangle behind her. Turning her head in tandem with that reaction, she'd let out a long, coarse exhale with her lips forming a massive O - before she tried and failed to raise that dangling arm up to her head, to wipe a particularly bothersome bead of sweat that had been dangling on her nose. Though said bead would fall on its own with Eve's next squeeze, as the fellow middleweight continued to wring the very life from Petra's form.

There was certainly the possibility of trying to raise one leg at a time to lock a bodyscissors on Eve, but right now with the crushing pressure on her tummy, Petra could barely move one limb with coherent thought. An attempt at hooking her leg instead turned to her using the base of that foot to press against the floor - as if to push and rise out of Eve's grip, given that Petra was still sat to her lap. Though there would be little in the form of power to Petra's motion, as she slowly looked to seemingly climb out of Eve's bearhug.

[thesteedman]

Petra continued to work, and despite the beauty becoming increasingly exhausted, Eve was all too aware that with the oils, the Greek beauty might actually manage to slip free. For certain, the damage had been done by now, and if Petra managed to slip free, there was probably little she could do to fashion a fightback, but it would mean she would be free of the bearhug, and Eve knew she would probably be hard pressed to lock her up again in such a hold. As such, despite her initial plan to conserve her own energy and prolong this experience, Eve began to pick up the slack.

Whilst Petra began to clamber upwards, Eve would double down on her hold, looking to dip Petra back within her arms and force her into a C like shape when going for a long winded squeeze. More than that, Eve began to shift her legs, positioning herself in such a way that she could begin to stand. Though far from a heavyweight, Eve was still physically fit and strong, and she had no problem showing that off when she managed to stand up and lift Petra. She kept her dipped for a moment, squeezing hard before she grunted out and hoisted her upwards off her feet. There was an iffy moment where Eve felt she might lose her balance on the oiled mats below, but being the dancer that she was, she stabilised herself and hoisted Petra upwards in her arms, marvelling at her oil coated form as she now squeezed her in a standing bearhug!

It was here that Eve let her own desires get the better of her, gazing upon the Greek marvel of a woman within her arms. She squeezed her tight, watching as her midriff began to tense and strain as she writhed and fought for freedom. Already intoxicated by her beauty, Eve felt herself lean in, slipping in a soft kiss against her bare midriff as she continued to crush her within her bearhug. All at once, Eve realised her error, her cheeks turning a shade of red as she was all too aware such a kiss would not have gone unnoticed by Petra despite her being brutally bearhugged!

[Devilish53]

It was a curious state of mind for the young Greek, who seemed enthralled with the concept of Eve wrangling, squeezing and crushing her the more it went on. Make no mistake - had the two had been wrestling like this before the masses, with an official match in place - Petra would have struck, kick or even headbutted her way out of the embrace. But with the alluring environment at hand, not to mention the fact that she had already had her way with Eve in this manner twice before, well.


Petra certainly couldn’t argue that she wasn’t letting Eve bearhug the breath out of her.

Hanging on akin to a child being carried as she was picked up, Petra felt a quiver across her entire body as Eve both squeezed and kissed on. Despite her slender, almost petite form, Eve was extruding power comparable to a low heavyweight now - one determined to hear Petra gasp out a submission. Whilst being far from invincible, Petra for the most part was hanging on despite the pressure - albeit the concept of submitting certainly did appealing as Eve squeezed on. All the more so as she found herself arching back, with her right leg hooked to hold on as her left leg came up behind her. Her arms would leave Eve’s form in favour of reaching to the sky, as if searching for an invisible lever that took the edge off the body crush.

A lever that was never found, needless to say, as Eve would find the Greek almost resigning to her fate with a rather loud, excessively heated exhale…