Holly & Blanco's S+M Session ... [for BlackAkuma]

[Luncha_Libre]

“I can, uh, I can imagine,” Blanco said, looking impressed as Sabine mentioned the ‘vigorous time’ that she and Holly had just shared. The redheaded German was practically glowing, Blanco couldn’t wait to see Holly in the afterglow of whatever had just happened between them. The luchador was still semi-oblivious to his own disheveled state, trunks still yanked down, his hard-on hanging out in front of the world, sweat-matted hair and body glistening with various fluids.

“Well, going into our match,” Blanco said, rubbing the back of his head, “we kind of made a little wager. Morrigan was going to fuck me senseless if she won. And if I won, then Morrigan was going to offer herself up as a training dummy for a session with Holly, and let her just dominate her bell to bell. And somehow, I wound up winning, so, um, here we are …”

Blanco looked over to Morrigan and gave her a grin. He wasn’t feeling physically whole enough to be cocky about the situation, but he wasn’t going to hide how excited the prospect made him … especially hanging out like he was.

Holly, meanwhile, was stepping out with a tight, clinging outfit that was struggling to contain her curves. She walked out to the gym area somewhat sheepishly, unsure of what was being discussed, or how much of her encounter with Sabine anyone had heard. Instead, she found everyone in the middle of a conversation that made her simultaneously confused and nervous …

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine looked on with vested interest as Blanco laid out the situation, her eyes growing wider with every word. It wasn’t too unexpected - Morrigan loved a good bet, was always throwing stakes onto things, and had a habit of biting off more than ever her large mouth could chew. But this? This was an exceptional cock up, on her part, one that promised to make what would’ve been an entertaining night far more. Sabine’s mind was already racing with ideas on how to twist this particular knife.

”Devious.” She let her devilish grin out in full, looking between a decidedly elated Blanco and a decidedly irritated Morrigan. ”Blanco, you surprise me. I love the way you think.”

As if on cue, Holly came out, her busty form spilling out of the outfit she’d selected. Given the activity she was about to participate in, it wasn’t what Sabine would’ve chosen for her to wear, but it would suffice.

”Ah, the woman of the hour. Perfect.” Sabine stepped behind her, raised her hands, and set her fingers to massaging the Briton’s shoulders, putting her at ease with a soft touch. She urged her forward, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible with the oncoming situation.

”You’ve quite a man, Holly. Though I’m sure you already knew that.” She leaned forward, whispering in her ear, though her words would carry well through the echoing silence of the room. ”He bested Morrigan in combat. Again.” Her gaze flicked to her partner for an instant, making sure that barb had the desired effect. It did. ”And this time, there was a wager. Because of him, the tables have been turned: Morrigan is your prize, for the moment.”

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly strode into the room feeling like she’d missed a lot … which, of course, she had. But she never would have guessed what was coming next. Blanco looked rough, sweaty, disheveled … but not as roughed up as Holly had feared. She smiled, figuring he must have won his sparring bout. However, she had yet to know what that meant for her …

“Awh, thank you,” Holly said to Sabine, as the German whispered loudly to her. When she continued, however, Holly’s eyes shot wide open and she looked in fear at the powerhouse woman standing in the ring … looking none too pleased! “I’m sorry, come again?”

“Don’t think I could if I tried, just yet …” Blanco quipped, as he hopped over the top rope and to the apron the moment Holly walked into the room. With some stiffness, the luchador dropped off the ring and moved across the room to embrace Holly, pulling her tight, seeming extra eager to see her. To Holly’s confusion, the luchador patted her chubby bum, and directed her toward the ring. “Come on, Missus, this one is all yours!”

Holly looked to her man, then to Sabine, then up to Morrigan once again. The British Bombshell swallowed hard, then stepped up to the ring. She ducked between the ropes and entered, taking some steps toward Morrigan. As long as she was here, she figured, she was still bound to do what they said … so now she was stepping up against a powerhouse woman who had taken her man to his limits and could surely fold her in half like a wallet! Holly’s bust strained against her top as she took a deep breath. Holly raised her arms, trying to look ready to lock up!

[BlackAkuma]

”Oh, fucking hell.” The Morrigan rubbed her forehead as Holly reacted with an utterly predictable amount of surprise. ”This is dumb. She’s gonna make this so weird, I can already tell.”

She looked on, irritated, as Sabine explained the situation to the Briton, who seemed flabbergasted by the idea. Why, Morrigan couldn't guess - she’d been on the receiving end enough, she should know how things worked in reverse. Besides, submissives often made some of the best dominants, in her opinion. Herself included.

She grunted, sighed, and did her best to temper her annoyance, knowing it wasn’t going to do her any good here. It was what it was, and if she was going to do something, she would do it properly.

Sabine was still on Cloud 9, of course, and she hopped up on the ring apron and took a position by the post as Holly marched forward. ”Holly, dear, I’ll be here if you need any advice. Feel free to ask for pointers. I am more than happy to share my expertise.”

Sabine looked on like a proud parent as Holly marched, approaching with sheepish steps. For her part, Morrigan just signed and brought her hands up as well, then proceeded to lock up with her opponent - one of the weakest, lightest lockups she could manage, putting a smidgen of her full power into the effort.

[Luncha_Libre]

“She’s all yours, missus,” Blanco said, taking a position at ringside, clapping encouragingly. He looked eagerly up to the two women in the squared circle. It had always been a dream of his to see the British Bombshell dominate another woman in the ring, and while that had pretty well eluded him so far, tonight had a chance to make it happen. He just needed Holly to seize the opportunity.

“I-I … uhm, okay …” Holly said, blushing bright pink. The Brit didn’t know what to make of this, unsure how this arrangement would work. Morrigan was a powerhouse, and in the tag team match she had been absolutely brutal. As nice as tonight had turned out to be, Holly couldn’t help but remember that it had all begun with herself and Blanco knocked out, their limp bodies dragged here after their opponents had dominated them hard in front of a LAW crowd. How was she supposed to beat up Morrigan now, all on her own?

“Nngh!” Holly grunted as she went into the lock up. Morrigan’s lack o power and presence in the lockup didn’t register with Holly, her own nerves making her not pay attention. Instead, the British Bombshell went into the grapple, then immediately shifted her grip and slid her arms up Morrigan’s shoulder. Holly transitioned into a side headlock that smacked her ample bust right into Morrigan’s face, smothering her as she worked the hold, putting pressure on her neck, trying to squeeze the life out of her as her face was buried in Holly’s generous bust!

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine looked on, initially worried her partner might not go along with the games. While she was not a malicious woman by nature, she could be something of a spoilsport at times, a poor loser prone to venting her frustrations out on the nearest living thing she could find. In this case, that would be poor Holly.

But, thankfully, she seemed to keep a lid on things at the moment, utilizing only a fraction of her strength and not bulldozing her opponent. Holly even made some aggressive gains, capturing the much bigger woman with a side headlock.

The Morrigan’s face was covered in luscious breast flesh, and she was obviously annoyed, but she made no motion to escape, keeping her position and allowing Holly to maintain control. Sabine looked on and leaned over the ropes, idly stroking her chin as she grinned. ”Well done, well done.” She gave her quick round of applause. ”Keep that hold on tight and try to bring her to the floor. You want to be on top, don’t you?”

From beneath Holly’s bosom, Sabine was certain she heard Morrigan growling, and she could certainly see her glaring from her one good eye.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly couldn’t help but let out a few tight grunts of effort, as she worked over Morrigan’s neck in her hold. Holly’s soft shoulders flexed a bit, her arms tightened, and she pressed Morrigan’s face as tightly as she could against her heaving breasts to try and keep her in place. It might not have been a painful hold, but Holly was doing everything she could to make it snug as possible!

“I’ve got her!” Holly said, eyebrows narrowing in determination as she listened to Sabine’s directions. Blanco remained silent, watching intently as the two women grappled, showing more than a casual interest in the ‘match’ even if he knew the outcome.

“Hahh!” Holly let out a shout as she jerked her shoulders and twisted at the hips! She would flip over, trying to pull Morrigan’s strong body with her, to come crashing down on top of her on the mat! Holly would keep her hold locked on tight, even after a bumpy landing, and it would all go soundly as gravity helped her soft, pillowy breasts cover Morrigan’s face, starting to cover her air, flesh engulfing the woman’s face. Holly spread her legs and pushed into the mat to add to the pressure, even if it made the skirt she was wearing ride up, her bum spilling out just a bit. Blanco clapped at this development, happy at Holly’s tight execution … as well as just generally everything happening in the ring, right now!

[BlackAkuma]

Holly genuinely impressed Sabine for the first time as she managed a half-decent hip toss. Not that the move was all that intricate or complicated, but doing it on someone who had a good deal of size on you was no small task. Nonetheless, she had done an excellent job, and Morrigan found herself on the floor, while Holly took the reins from above.

The Morrigan herself was less amused, what with her being on the receiving end and all. That being said, she did not hate Holly’s breasts covering her face - soft, round, supple pillows, some of the best she’d ever seen, all over her features as the Briton bucked above her. There was the little matter of her needing to breathe, though.

She languished in the hold for a few moments, then reached up to grab Holly’s shoulder and push up, trying to create a gap between them. It was a movement that hadn't escape Sabine’s notice, and there would be little her foe could do to stop her with the power difference. Unless…

”Holly…” She rubbed her chin with a sly grin. ”Perhaps a grapevine would be an ideal choice, yes? Something to shut down her strength?”

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was grunting and squirming with the effort of keeping Morrigan down, even though the powerful woman wasn’t offering much in the way of resistance. Holly’s soft body melted into Morrigan, Holly’s curves doing most of the work for her, but Holly still almost panicked when Morrigan started to push back in order to get more air!

“Oh!” Holly gasped, feeling Morrigan squirm out from beneath her. However, Sabine’s voice cut through to her, and immediately Holly started to listen to her. “Good idea!” Holly shouted back, excitement in her voice and a grin spreading across her lips.

“Nngh, I’ve got you,” Holly grunted as she started to get to work. Spreading her legs, which made her skirt slide up her bum even more, Holly entwined her calves around Morrigan’s, trapping and spreading the powerful woman’s legs to keep her trapped. Then, Holly gripped Morrigan’s wrists and held them high over her head, pinning them to the mat! Holly’s ample breasts nearly spilled out of her top, engulfing Morrigan’s face completely, while Holly rode her from on top!
“You’ve got her where you want her, missus!” Blanco called to the ring, clapping. The luchador gave a nod to Sabine, appreciative of the redhead’s coaching, but his gaze wouldn’t wander from the ring for long at all. Judging from his rapt gaze and the tent in his trunks, the masked man was enjoying this display far too much to miss a moment!

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan knew there was no way Sabine could see it, considering where her face was at the moment, but she was still glared at the woman when she heard that suggest from between Holly’s cleavage and let out a muffled ”Really” in response. It seemed like her parter was using the buxom Briton as a puppet, but that didn’t mean she was ineffective.

Quite the opposite. While Holly was far from the most muscular woman Morrigan had ever tangled with, she had some serious leverage in this position, and enough weight to do something with it. At first, she thought it would be easy to escape this hold and get a real breath of fresh air, but when she gave it a try, her struggles accomplished nothing. A second attempt didn’t go much better, nor did the third, or the fourth, and she broke out into a proper fight from there, thrashing this way and that to try and unseat her ‘opponent’.

Sabine just looked on, amused, as her partner tried to escape the voluptuous vixen’s clutches. It was a bit like watching a flopping fish on the deck, and it made her sincerely wish she’d bothered to record all this. Missed opportunity, there.

”Keep riding her down, Holly. Use your weight to your advantage, try to anticipate where she’s going to go and work from there.” She canted her head to the side and stepped around the apron, striving for the best view. ”And be sure to give her a breath, every now and again, but not for long. Wear her out.”