Private Underground Fun. Julie vs Vanessa

[Jaystar]

There hadn't been many moments tonight when the Irish gingerhead wouldn't have been blushing, for various reasons, and this moment wasn't making an exception. Not only was Julie feeling utterly confused by where Vanessa seemed to be taking this, or what kind of idea she potentially held over her bearhug prowess, but the Sadistic Student did not miss the opportunity to flirtation either, making it abundantly clear how she felt of Julie's looks too. Sure, the Irish girl had to admit that Vanessa did hold a lot of sex appeal too... But considering the context, it wasn't really on top of her mind at all, with this night having already taken all kinds of twists and unexpected turns.

Julie wasn't a master of bearhugs either, and Vanessa's eagerness to find out what the Irish girl could do with one was rather awkward as well. Bearhugs were something someone like Isa could do, not the slender, lightweight Julie! It was true though that the Sadistic Student wasn't a big girl either... So, really, Julie had no reason not to try it out, no?

"Oh... OK... I'll do my best!" the gingerhead stated, before starting to wrap her arms around Vanessa's body, as she had seen other wrestlers do so many times before to their opponents. She could feel Vanessa gripping her rear though, and compared to Julie's own, more hesitant maneuvers, the Sadistic Student still felt like the more dominant of the two. Slowly though, Julie began trying to gradually apply more pressure into the bearhug, trying to see if she could squeeze or even lift the black-haired girl up a bit with her hold... But truthfully, the Irish girl was already so exhausted from everything that had happened tonight, that the hold probably didn't amount to much trouble for Vanessa at all.

[LawHell]

Vanessa let out a soft, amused chuckle as Julie’s arms wrapped around her, attempting to lock in a tight bear hug. She could feel the effort behind it—the Irishwoman trying to lift her, trying to impose her strength. But Vanessa knew better. The hold wasn’t tight enough, wasn’t overwhelming enough to make her submit, "Come on, love," Vanessa purred, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. "Is that really the best you've got?"

With a sultry grin, she took advantage of the moment, reaching up and pulling Julie’s face into her chest, trapping her between her curves in a slow, deliberate smother. "There we go," she cooed, holding her close, pressing in just enough to steal her breath away. "Relax, baby, let me take charge."

Vanessa could feel Julie struggling, her grip loosening as her body tensed from the lack of air. The second she felt the Irishwoman's hold waver, she struck. With a smooth, controlled motion, she wrenched herself free, spinning the tables in an instant. Before Julie could react, Vanessa had her trapped—her arms wrapped tight around the smaller woman’s waist, lifting her off the mat in a crushing bear hug.

“Mmm, now this is how you squeeze a girl,” Vanessa purred, pressing their bodies together, her hold unrelenting. She could feel the satisfying pops and cracks of Julie’s spine beneath her grip, her dominance on full display. "Feels good, doesn't it? Don’t worry, love, I’ll take real good care of you."

With a wicked grin, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Julie’s flushed skin. Then, just to make her point, Vanessa sank her teeth into her chest—playful but firm, enough to leave a mark.

“Now be a good girl and moan for me,” she whispered, her voice dripping with control and amusement.

She kept her hold steady, letting the moment stretch out, savoring the feeling of Julie squirming in her grasp. “See, I knew you had a little submissive side. Just needed the right hands to bring it out." Vanessa tightened her grip just a little more, letting the pressure tease and punish simultaneously. She was in control now, and she loved it as her lips would find Julie's nipple biting down on it tugging as she grinned.

[Jaystar]

Julie eventually braved to try out applying the bearhug, but it pretty soon became evident that her concerns over managing to apply an effective one hadn't been misplaced at all... Vanessa wasn't a big girl by any means, but especially in her current state, the Irish gingerhead wasn't in a condition to really deal any meaningful enough damage or pressure on the Sadistic Student. Quite quickly, the black-haired girl recognized it too, as it didn't take too long for her to start questioning and challenging Julie's performance, teasing her if this was the best that the Irish girl had got.

Truthfully, it probably was, but Julie still made a last effort to tighten the hold somehow even further... Just when Vanessa easily pulled her face in against her chest, trapping Julie into a smother! Due to her exertion, the gingerhead began quickly running out of air, making it even harder for her to apply any meaningful pressure at all... Causing the scene to look like Julie was starting to get dominated in her own bearhug hold!

And the reality wasn't far away from that. Apparently, the Sadistic Student had little patience to observe and learn from Julie's efforts after all, as quickly after recognizing the opportunity, she wrenched herself free and trapped Julie into a bearhug hold of her own! The hold was much tighter than what Julie could had mustered up, and it wasn't left unclear which one of the ladies was the student, and which one the mistress in reality. Julie's slender body got lifted up with ease, and immediately crushed against Vanessa's stronger one, and the Sadistic Student didn't fail to take the opportunity to voice out her superiority either, with Julie managing only some feeble moans of pain.

At least she was getting free access to air now, but the Irish girl's breathing still wasn't stellar with the forceful squeeze crushing and compressing her midsection. And as if that wasn't enough, as a mark of superiority and ownership, Vanessa's teeth sank into Julie's chest, providing some added torment for the troubled girl. The gingerhead let out a troubled sigh as she was gasping for air, while Vanessa made her desires clear of hearing the trapped girl moaning.

Julie wasn't particularly inclined to obey Vanessa's requests, and she merely blushed at her foe's words on bringing out her submissive side - mentally at least, as the gingerhead was probably already as red as she could get from all the crushing and squeezing she was receiving. She didn't bother trying to respond to the Sadistic Student with any words though, but finally as the black-haired girl still managed to tighten the grip even further, she got to hear some moans of desperation and pain out of the Irish girl. Soon they were complemented with some sighs mixed with pleasure and pain, as Vanessa's mouth once again found its way onto Julie's breast and nipple... But the Irish gingerhead was now thoroughly controlled and trapped, and could do nothing to fight back at all... While the continued hold was draining any existing endurance or strength the girl might have had left. It wasn't unlikely that she could also get knocked out once again rather soon...

[LawHell]

Vanessa continued to crush the Irishwoman’s body, her teeth teasingly tugging at Julie’s nipple with a perfect blend of playful torment and pure dominance. She could feel the soft tremors in Julie’s body as she moaned, but Vanessa wasn’t done yet. After a moment, she released her hold, allowing Julie just enough air to gasp—just enough to leave her desperate for more.

But it didn’t last long. Without warning, Vanessa yanked her back into the hold, pulling Julie deeper into her embrace, her strength overwhelming. She delighted in the way Julie’s body jerked as she heard the satisfying pops and cracks from her spine. The sound was like music to her ears, each noise a reminder of her control. “Mmm, you sound so pretty when you break,” Vanessa purred, her voice sultry and filled with wicked satisfaction. She tightened her grip again, watching Julie's face contort in both pleasure and pain, feeling her muscles strain to resist.

Vanessa couldn’t help but grin, her lips brushing over the warm skin of Julie's neck as she whispered in a teasing, almost playful tone, “You’re not going anywhere, darling. I’ve got you exactly where I want you.” The words dripped with dominance, and she could feel Julie’s pulse quicken against her, knowing the Irishwoman was helplessly caught in her web.

With a wicked grin, Vanessa lifted Julie effortlessly, a glint of mischief flashing in her eyes. In one smooth motion, she dropped to her knee, slamming Julie’s crotch down onto her knee, the impact brutal and precise. Vanessa couldn’t help but grin wider, savoring the sweet victory as she pulled Julie back and forth on her thigh, forcing her to grind with each movement.

"That's it, baby, let go," Vanessa purred, her voice low and teasing. "You’re mine now."

Lifting Julie once more, Vanessa felt the weight of her body in her hands as she effortlessly raised her, before dropping her down again with a sharp, forceful thrust. The impact was brutal, the force leaving Julie no room to resist, no chance to brace herself. Julie’s body slammed against Vanessa's knee, and the shock of it reverberated through her, leaving her breathless. Vanessa watched, almost hypnotized, as Julie gasped for air, her chest heaving with exertion.

Leaning in close, Vanessa pressed her lips to Julie’s neck, kissing her with slow, deliberate intent. The touch was soft at first, a teasing contrast to the raw strength she had just shown. But Vanessa didn’t stop there—her lips moved down the curve of Julie’s neck, her breath warm and tantalizing against her skin. Every inhale seemed to linger on Julie’s pulse, sending shivers of anticipation through her.

As Vanessa’s grip tightened once more, pulling Julie even closer into her control, she whispered in a hushed voice, "Mmm, my toy... all mine." The words were soft, but the weight of them, the possessiveness, dripped with authority. Her fingers dug into Julie’s waist, pushing and pulling, tightening the hold as she felt the last remnants of resistance slipping away.

Julie’s strength was fading—she was slipping, her body succumbing to the unrelenting pressure. Vanessa could feel the change in her—Julie’s breaths becoming shallow, her muscles quivering from exhaustion, the fight leaving her eyes. Vanessa smiled to herself, savoring the moment. With each passing second, her dominance over the Irishwoman grew clearer, stronger, and she reveled in the power she held.

“You’re nothing but mine now,” Vanessa purred, tightening her hold again, pushing Julie further into submission. The sound of Julie’s faint gasps and the pressure building in her chest only made Vanessa more hungry for control, her grip unyielding as she continued to claim her—body and soul.