Snake and Giantess - Chalia vs Cléophée Ysé

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophée may have been smaller and lighter compared to Chalia, but she acted just like her opponent had done a few minutes ago to win the first point of this match, like a snake! The Frenchwoman used her entire body to trap the brunette, her legs tightened around Chalia's hips to prevent her from freeing herself with hip thrusts and her arms locked Chalia's head for an even more incorfotable position.

"Give up !.. Give uuuuup !"

Unfortunately in this position, Cleophée couldn't do anything else. All she could hope for now was that Chalia would lose patience and give up this round... But the brunette still had her arms and legs free, she was bound to struggle to escape! Cleophée had to prepare to tighten her grip, she absolutely had to not free her opponent!

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With Cleophée’s legs locked around her waist,, the bodyscissors squeezed tighter, and tighter, forcing a strained groan from her lips. Her thighs and lower back were already aching like hell, but every pulse of Cleophée’s muscles sent fresh pain through her body.

As if Chalia wasn't alredy pissed off enough, her face was shoved against Cleophée’s side, her cheek squished against soft skin and tight fabric. Chalia's neck was bent at an awkward angle, and with Cleophée clamping down, it was harder and harder to breathe.

She could feel her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to get enough air. She didn't what to do. Was it a smarter move to surrender and save herself from this lock? But even if she does, it won't change the fact she's far more injured than her enemy, leaving her in a disadvantage next round anyways.

Her arms and legs were free, but that didn’t mean much if she couldn’t use them properly. The pure anger she was feeling told her to strike whatever she could - her hands shot to Cleophée’s sides, fingers digging into her ribs and applying as much pressure as she could.

With her legs still free, she tried to plant her feet on the mat.

If she could just bridge up, just twist her body, she might be able to roll to the side and change the angle—force Cleophée to lose some of that deadly squeeze. She grit her teeth, her face reddening and tears forming in her closed-shut eyes.

"I'm warning you! Let go, NOW!"

She pushed hard, her leg muscles burning—but her core was exhausted, her lower back still aching. The pain was getting worse. The pressure in her stomach made it hard to inhale deeply. This must be enough to finally make the Frenchwoman go, or else Chalia is looking at her ribs getting fractured!

[Bearhug Goddess]

It had been a good fifteen seconds now that Chalia had been trapped in Cleophée's double hold and the latter preferred to threaten the Frenchwoman rather than give up, even starting to struggle to try to raise her body and perhaps push little Ysé away...

But nothing worked. Chalia tried to push Cleophée away with her legs, to roll with her all over the ring and even end up on top, Cleophée was never going to release her opponent!

Cleophée already had a good hold on her opponent and was content to squeeze her ever harder, forcing Chalia's head to crush against her chest. She took the opportunity to lower her head, bringing her lips closer to her opponent's ear to try to mentally weaken her with words.

"You may be tall... But you're just a kitten after all..~"

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muscles burning from the relentless squeeze of Cleophée’s legs around her waist, while the headlock crushed her face against Cleo’s chest, muffling her desperate groans.

"Mmmnngh..." Cleophée could hear her pained, muffled groans with the two ladies faces being so close to eachother.

"You may be tall... But you're just a kitten after all..~"

Chalia clenched her teeth, her cheeks burning red from embarassment. One eye closed, the other in tears tried looking sideways to meet her enemy's eye.

Her arms were still free, but they felt weak and powerless, nowhere near the position to make Cleophée let go. She had tried everything, but Cleophée was way too strong for her exhausted body.

She needed to fight. The squeezing, the stretching, the throbbing pain—it was too much. Her fingers dug into Cleophée’s side for a moment, shaking, before her hand rose weakly into the air.

"Aaah, s-stop, please! I wanna give!" she screamed, the anger replaced wih resignation as her panicked voice reached much higher notes compared to what she sounded like before.