Thunder & Lightning vs Love & Lust: Strip Smother Collar Chaos

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Storm was very much looking forward to firing her boot into Jamie’s chest, her mouthy opponent deserved nothing more than a painful rag-dolling at this point. Maybe Lyssa had been right after all – this match would be therapeutic for her. She was already looking forward to the ways she could torture Jamie…

...when really, Storm should have kept herself focused on the here and now. With skill and timing that betrayed the fact they were far more than a novelty act, Jamie made his well-placed tag, and then sharply ducked under Storm’s aggressive kick.

“Wha-grahh!!” Storm spluttered in irritation as her big attack came up empty. Her heel tangled on the adjacent ring ropes, and she hopped awkwardly for a second as she untangled her feet.

Jamie had taken the opportunity to slip around her and hold her in place by the waist. Storm looked back over her shoulder disdainfully – surely her scrawny opponent didn’t think he would be manhandling her around?

Again, Storm had badly misjudged the ring dynamics here. She turned back and realised that Angel was shaping for an aerial attack which she was now hopelessly flat-footed for.

The brunette woman yelped in alarm, moments before Angel leapt straight at her head. His thong-clad crotch slammed straight into her face, but this was the least of Storm’s worries, as the impact knocked her feet out from under her, and sent her plunging to the foor.

Angel rode her face down, all the way to the mat, adding his weight to the impact as the back of Storm’s skull CRASHED into the canvas with a ring-shaking blow. Buried between the blonde’s thighs, Storm gave a muffled cry of pain. Her head ached from the attack, and the pain surged down her spine. Her limbs flopped helplessly as she tried to get her bearings, but she was embedded in the degrading front facesit. For now, the floored Scotswoman was forced to suck it up, pained and pinned, as she tried to collect herself.

The energy in the arena was palpable, as the boys had made a real statement of intent, nailing their biggest threat with an impressive move. Over in the girls’ corner, the topless Lyssa tutted angrily, hopping from foot to foot as she watched her partner’s blunder and the boys take control.

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Quickly making his way out to the ropes, Jamie managed to reach out and tag his teammate before Storm caught up with him, and that meant that when the big Scotswoman came charging in, Jamie was able to avoid her strike just in time! Storm's leg would awkwardly stick through the ropes, and as she attempted to untangle it, the two effeminate males would move quickly, with Jamie slipping around to get behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her from moving from the corner! It was a position that one would assume allowed Jamie to try for something like a german suplex, but given the size difference between himself and Storm, he most definitely wasn't getting her off the ground. Instead, he would make sure that Angel, who had scaled up to the top turnbuckles, would have a nice and clear target to land, as he leaped from them and came crashing down crotch-first onto Storm's face!

The blonde rode the heavyweight all the way down to the mat, and the two would hit the canvas with a hefty thud, Jamie having gotten out of the way for when Storm toppled backwards! The impact would leave Angel sitting atop Storm's face, his thinly covered crotch pressed up tight against her facial features, as he very quickly slipped his legs around her head, to wrap her up into a warm and suffocating mounted scissor! But while Angel rode the face of the woman beneath him, Jamie had free reign, and with the tag so recently made, he had a bit of leeway with which to act!

"Oh Storm... you seem awfully overdressed, you know that? Why don't I help you out?" Jamie teased, circling back around to Storm's legs, where he would lean down and grasp hold of her waistband, getting a firm grip on the heavyweight's bottoms, before tugging hard and yanking them clean off of her legs! Jamie would look to strip her bottoms clean off, leaving her in only in her underwear from the waist down, though he wasn't going to stop there, as he attempted to yank her undies off as well, and expose her lower body to the world, tossing her clothes away outside of the ring!

"Oh, Jamie! Let's do our tag move! Quick!" Angel happily called, excitedly bouncing up and down, having the added side effect of grinding his groin up against Storm's face! Jamie knew exactly which move he was getting at too, and with a smile on his face, he would reach down and collect Storm's legs underneath his arms, getting a firm hold on them!

"You know I can't say no to you. Alright Storm, let's see how long you can hold on in this one!" Jamie teased, before he would twist on Storm's legs, turning her over as Angel rolled onto his back at the same time, as the duo worked together to flip Storm over! This would leave Jamie to step over her body and sit down on her back, locking in a tight boston crab, while at the same time, Angel's legs remained wrapped tight around her head, placing the heavyweight in a brutal combo submission, a signature of Love & Lust!

Spoiler

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The intimal pain of being brutally sentoned down to the mat by Angel’s aerial attack slowly subsided, but Storm was still stuck in a gruelling, smothering front facesit. The blonde’s thighs framed her head, keeping her pinned to the floor, whilst her face was embarrassingly buried in the bulge of his thong-clad crotch. Disorientation soon gave way to anger, as her frustration with this turn of events grew. She badly wanted to buck Angel off of her, but before she could properly try, she heard Jamie’s chilling threat about her being overdressed.

Oh, you assholes… she seethed inwardly. Her nose and mouth embedded in Angel’s sweaty crotch, she could hardly retort, but made her anger known by wildly (and uselessly) kicking her feet. Unsurprisingly, she failed to hit Jamie, and felt a knot of worry in her stomach as he grabbed her leg. That pang of shame grew stronger, as he stripped her of her boots, then yanked down her pants! Storm’s lower half was now only covered by a skimpy black thong, but the ruthless Jamie soon got his hands on that as well. Storm gave a muffled groan of protest, but to no avail, as her underwear was unceremoniously stripped, leaving her shaven pussy on full display!

“Mppghhh!!” the brunette complained bitterly as the crowd cheered. Storm was no prude, but she hardly made a habit of wrestling naked, either; it was the disrespect that really irked her here. She thought herself the best wrestler here, without a doubt, so the fact that she had lost her thong first seemed doubly unfair.

Things were not about to improve for her, either. Still dealing with the indignity of being stripped, she heard Angel say something ominous about a tag move. Before she knew what was happening, the facesat girl was being flipped over onto her front. She was forcibly kept nuzzling Angel’s crotch throughout, as the blonde transitioned to a front head scissor, whilst she felt Jamie bend her legs back, and begin to apply a Boston crab.

She really felt that, and quivered in pain as her spine was twisted backwards. Her opponents may not have been big, but they had clearly practiced this move, and the Scot soon found herself in a surprising amount of agony as her bare ass was bent up and back towards her. The force of the submission hold was intensified by the tight head scissor, trapping her upper body in place as it suffocated her face.

Storm might have been able to handle one of these moves, in isolation. The combination, though, of pain, breathlessness, and humiliation, was absolutely devastating. She tried to stay defiant, but was soon sobbing and moaning miserably into Angel’s groin, the boys clearly doing an absolute number on her here.

She hated having to do this, but she also hated staying in this brutal pose any longer than she had to, so she bitterly began to slap the mat in a show of submission. Storm wasn’t really giving up, in her mind – she knew this wasn’t part of the match stipulations, and her real aim was to force the ref to do their fucking job and end the double-team. Still, it was symbolically very galling for the once-proud girl to have to beg for release like this, and admit she was at their mercy for now.

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Angel's flight from the top rope was as brief as it was impactful, as before Storm had any chance to get out of the way, the scantily clad blonde was crashing down onto her, crotch landing squarely in her face as the heavyweight toppled backwards, Angel riding her the whole way down! When the dust settled, the biggest wrestler in the ring would find herself in quite the humiliating position, as Angel, without his bottoms or boots thanks to Lyssa's earlier stripping, wrapped his legs around her head, and forced her face tight against his package! Every single curve, twitch, and rush of excitement would be very plainly felt by Storm, and Angel didn't simply let her suffer in the smother alone, as his legs would begin to tighten around her, locking in a slow but painful squeeze! That would have been bad enough if that was all she had endured, but as Jamie reached down, her entire lower body would soon be stripped bare, boots, pants, and finally thong being removed from her and tossed outside of the ring!

The two men, having brought Storm down to a similar level of undress as the rest of them, would then show the fruits of their labor as Jamie, grabbing hold of Storm's bare thighs and tucking them tightly under his arms, would roll her over, Angel doing the same, as the pair locked in one of their well-known holds! The results were immediate, and if the muffled scream into Angel's manhood was any indication, the combo of submissions and smother would bring Storm plenty of pain, though the men continued to milk the moment for all they could!

"Looks like Storm here's finally matching her partner and showing some skin!" Jamie teased, wrenching backwards on Storm's legs, as Angel flexed his legs once more!

"And everyone's so excited! Thank you Storm!" While Angel's compliment might have been sincere, it also didn't seem to help things at all! Storm at this point had begun to slap her hand against the mat repeatedly, desperately tapping out to the submission hold, but in a cruel twist, even a submission here wouldn't free her, as it would only further her humiliation! The submission would be cheered on by several in the crowd as Jamie flexed her a bit more, her bare pussy pointed up for most of the onlookers to see! Of course, the fun could only last so long!

"Alright Jamie, out of the ring!"

At the referee's insistence, Jamie would eventually drop the hold, and the heavyweight's legs would be allowed to flop freely back to the mat, as the raven haired male slipped between the ropes and out onto the apron! That left Angel along with Storm, and the blonde would quickly unfurl his legs from her neck, as he stood up and grabbed on Storm's shoulders, dragging her towards the middle of the ring! It took a moment, given the size difference, but soon enough the enthusiastic male would manage to budge her that short distance!

"Stay right there Storm! I wanna see how well this works..." With a glint in his eye, Angel would suddenly turn and dart towards the ropes, before bouncing off of them and rushing back towards Storm, leaping into the air! And in what seemed like an unorthodox move, Angel would spread his body out and aim to come down hard atop Storm's back, in a splash that would see him landing laying across the length of her body, and most notably, his groin coming down on her thick, upturned ass!

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As a seasoned wrestler, Storm was no stranger to taking her share of pain in a submission hold. It didn’t exactly help the fact that her head was being scissored and her spine being twisted into eye-wateringly harsh positions, but it at least gave her a frame of reference to try and ride out the agony as best she could.

What was new though, was that her surrender and submission was not met with relief. Instead of a reprieve, her frenzied slaps of the mat were met with laughter and derision. Worse, it encouraged Jamie to bend her even further into the crab, firing new waves of lava-hot pain down her spine. Her frustration was boiling over and she wanted to scream with every fibre of her being, but her face was encased by Angel’s sweaty junk, completely stifling her howls.

After what felt like far too long a delay, the official finally got their way, forcing the boys to let go of her and ordering Jamie to retreat. After enduring all that abuse, there was no chance of an immediate counterattack from Storm – the woman was spent, and as the double-team hold was released, she simply flopped face-down to the mat, gasping for air and whimpering meekly. Her legs were temporarily deadened by the torturous hold, and she could barely move.

Apparently this wasn’t good enough for Angel, and she gave a growl of protest as the blonde dragged her limp form to the centre of the ring. She had no idea what her opponent was planning, but also little chance of stopping it. With excruciating slowness, Storm had started to push up from the canvas… only for her to hear onrushing footsteps on the floor, as Angel dived at her in an athletic splash.

“UGNH!!” Storm spluttered as her smaller opponent landed on her aching back, squashing the struggling woman back to the canvas with a jarring crash. The pain was disorienting enough, but there was also a twinge of indignity, as she thought she could feel his groin poking in between her now-bare butt cheeks.

“Fuck off,” the exasperated Scot snarled. Although she’d been through a lot, Angel was lighter than her, and she tried to push up again and shake him off, even if that defence would involve bucking her butt into his crotch quite distastefully.

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After taking Storm to what seemed to be nearly her breaking point with their dual submission, Jamie would soon be forced to vacate the ring by the referee, leaving Angel alone with the angry Scotswoman, who was currently far too weary to do much of anything! Jamie felt fairly confident that he could leave Angel to handle the irritated heavyweight, though Angel's choice of offense would perhaps be a bit surprising, as he opted to build up some speed by turning and rushing to the ropes, bouncing off of them! And then, in quite the unorthodox maneuver, Angel would rush back over to Storm and leap into the air, coming down flush across her body as he splashed down onto her back! The impact would force her flat, but in addition, it would bring Angel's body into very close contact with the big woman's, his bulge pushing between her plump cheeks as she let out a groan, air leaving her body forcefully!

Given the fact that Angel was much smaller than the woman that he was landing on, the actual force that he came down with was likely not enough to do any real extra damage, but given Storm's already weary state, it was enough to keep her down for longer. As he lay atop her, the annoyed brunette would very quickly make it known how displeased she was, but the close physical contact between the pair had left Angel feeling a bit more ditzy than usual, a common theme when the "pleasure" of wrestling began to get to him!

"Aw, sure thing Storm! But before I do, I wanna try a move! Trust me, your top is safe for now!" Angel teased, before his legs would suddenly wrap around Storm's legs, as he attempted to grapevine them and try to stop her from struggling.

Then, with one swift motion, Angel would reach out and wrap an arm around Storm's neck and tighten his grip, locking in a sleeper, while he suddenly postured his upper body backwards, pulling Storm along with him! The move would both bend her backwards, straining her already hurting spine, while choking her, and all the while, Angel's hips would begin a slow grind, his thin thong the only thing that covered his erection as it ground between Storm's cheeks, hotdogging the heavyweight as he worked his submission!

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Storm would usually make short work of shrugging a smaller opponent like Angel off of her, but the degading double-team, followed by taking an aerial attack, had left her smarting and sluggish. Instead, all she could do was splutter angrily as Angel grapevined her legs.

Her protests became more pronounced as the blonde yanked her back upright; her spine had already had one hell of a twisting, and having it bent back again gave poor Storm another torturous shot of pain. Her gasps were cut short as Angel applied the sleeper – locking her upper body in this painful, bent position, whilst cutting off her air.

Storm was just about ready to murder her opponents at this point, but her ordeal was going to get worse before she had any shot at making it better. Through the pain and frustration at being stuck in this hold, she felt a fresh wave of indignity as Angel began to grind on her.

Storm grimaced as his manhood poked between her bare, upturned butt cheeks. She could barely talk, but her jaw was quivering in anger as he rubbed himself against her ass, forcing her to feel his acute excitement. She wasn’t in a position to immediately stop his thrusting, either, so it really looked like Angel was having his way with her.

Across the ring, Lyssa gave an involuntary laugh, then immediately felt bad and clamped her hands to her mouth. She knew she really shouldn’t be giggling at her partner’s predicament, no matter how funny. In fact, with their biggest wrestler having taken a few hits now, the girls would need to work together and tag carefully to avoid a disaster.

Back in the ring, Storm was seething, as the cheers and jeers of the crowd intensified. Seeing Lyssa snigger at her was the last straw, and the angry Scot would snap her head backwards, trying to headbutt Angel, or at least stun him sufficiently that she could try and marshal her strength to force her way out of his degrading grip.

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Thanks to Jamie's quick thinking and plenty of team synergy between the effeminate male tag team, Angel was now left in the ring with a bottomless Storm, the heavyweight Scot having been thoroughly pacified thanks to their dual submission hold! That meant that as Angel landed atop her, she had no time to move or even to brace herself for the impact, and his splash, while unorthodox, had successfully pounded some of the air out of her, while leaving Angel lying flush across Storm's back, pinning her down! When his legs slipped around hers, grapevining them to hold her place, Storm seemed ready to protest, but Angel would cut that off by wrapping an arm around her neck, as he wrenched her backwards, completing his submission hold! In a flash, the brunette was incapacitated, being bent and choked at the same time, all by the pretty blonde male!

The true cherry on top however, came when Angel began to grind his hips against Storm's plump rear, his thinly covered erection rubbing between her thick asscheeks as he humped her, the crowd going wild at the display! Something about seeing a smaller, effeminate man like Angel dominate the big and strong Storm in such a demeaning fashion drew plenty of cheers, as even Lyssa couldn't help herself but letting out a laugh at the sight! Angel, for his part, let out a long, low moan as his erection rubbed between Storm's cheeks, his excitement only building, his lewder side clearly taking over!

However, the angrier Storm got at the situation, the more motivated she was to break free, and the fatigue on her body could only keep her trapped for so long! As Angel was busy losing himself in the pleasure of the hold, he would suddenly feel a sharp pain, as Storm swung her head backwards, smacking her skull into his cheek!

"UUGH!" Angel let out a short and sharp yelp, and all at once, his hold dissipated as he toppled backwards off of Storm, bringing up a hand to rub his face where she had hit him! Storm's sudden strike had bought her freedom, and despite Angel likely still being better off, the blonde would scoot backwards a bit before standing, giving himself a bit of space to recover. It would also be used as he would reach down and adjust his thong, trying to get it into place to cover himself a bit better, but after his treatment of Storm, it was very clear how excited he was, and his underwear was just barely holding onto his hips!

The brief period of time he spent recovering would give Storm a valuable opportunity, but all that remained to be seen was if anger would compel her to come after Angel, or if the pain that wracked her frame would lead her to tag her partner back in!

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Storm had been put through the wringer by the two boys, made much, much worse by the fact that she hadn’t expected anything of the sort when waltzing into this match. It was proving to be a harsh lesson in the value of teamwork; even as she struggled in Angel’s painful and embarrassing hold, Storm had to begrudgingly admit that Love & Lust had worked well together, and been tactically astute despite their size disadvantage.

Contrast that with her own partner, who appeared to be fucking laughing at her. At least Lyssa had the decency to look mildly ashamed of her inadvertent chuckle.

Angel’s hold was a harsh and humiliating one, but it didn’t have the same savagery of the double-team that Storm had suffered previously; upon gathering her strength and smashing her head backwards to hit Angel square in the face, the beleaguered brunette was pleased to feel the femboy’s grip weaken.

Finally, Storm was able to force herself free, and with a guttural and aggrieved snarl she bucked the blonde off of her back. The red-faced woman staggered upright, glancing back to see Angel (wisely) making a tactical retreat, and taking time to fix his thong where he had obviously been ‘enjoying’ himself against her bare backside!

Storm chewed her lip, stuck in a moment of angry indecision as she weighed her options. She really wanted to attack Angel for having the nerve to humiliate her like that… but she also had to admit, she had taken a bit of a beating here, and her spine hurt like hell.

“For fuck’s sake, tag out!” Lyssa called, reaching over the rope with an outstretched hand toward her partner.

Storm frowned. She didn’t seem in the mood to listen to anyone right now.

“Look,” appealed Lyssa, “I was only laughing cos it reminded me of one of those nature shows. Like, were the tiny little insect male tries to mate with the much bigger female…”

Storm wrinkled her nose angrily, but she staggered over to her partner’s corner and made the tag.

“Okay, your turn,” panted Storm. “But don’t expect too much sympathy if you get fucked in the arse.”

Lyssa blinked, but thought better of arguing further. They still had a match to win. The bluenette skipped nimbly through the ropes, eager to take the fight back to the femboys and give Storm a chance to recharge.

She fixed her gaze on Angel. Or, more accurately, Angel’s bulging erection.

“Enjoyed your time with Storm’s ass, I see,” the petite girl needled. She walked calmly at Angel, confident despite being topless, allowing her perky breasts to bounce gently as she did so. “Wonder if you’ll enjoy it so much when it’s sat on your face all night?” she grinned.

Lyssa would take advantage of the fact she was the only wrestler with their boots remaining, by throwing a simple high kick at Angel’s chest with her left foot. She expected him to block, which is when she would spring the trap of a vicious Enziguri jumping spin kick to the side of his head!

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Angel might have kept the submission for much longer if given the chance, most certainly enjoying his time with Storm and perhaps wishing that he could help her find some way to enjoy it as well, though it appeared that she was done with being underneath him! A swift headbutt would knock him backwards, and Angel would end up rolling off of Storm and making a bit of distance between the pair of them, taking a few moments to both stand and address the pain in his cheek, while also fixing his thong! Storm took this opportunity to glower at him from across the ring, but when it looked like she was about to snap and charge his way, she would finally turn around, stomping back to her partner and making a tag, clearly none too pleased with any one of the three other wrestlers!

Angel, for his part, flashed a quick pout at Storm, though it wasn't long before his attention was forced to be fixed on Lyssa, with the topless woman re-entering the ring and slowly beginning to make her way over to the blonde. Angel, having fixed himself enough to direct his attention to Lyssa, would flash her a warm smile as she came towards him, seemingly not worried at all about the troublemaker's confidence in walking straight towards him. Jamie was keeping a close eye on her as she approached, though not being the legal man, there was only so much he could do.

"That sounds... mmmmh..." Angel's response to Lyssa's threat didn't seem to show any fear, showing that perhaps he had enjoyed his time with Storm's ass, enough so that the prospect of more didn't bother him. Jamie, who had been crushed under her weight, was a little more aware of the danger. Still, Angel, being the sweet lad that he was, was quick to reassure Lyssa.

"Don't worry though, Jamie and I are definitely going to have some fun with you too! We won't have you feeling left out- Woah!" Angel was interrupted when Lyssa swung a foot up towards his chest, one that Angel caught just before it hit him hard and took the air out of his sails. Unfortunately for him, Lyssa's plan had called for just this exact situation!

"Angel!"

"Wh- UUUGH!" Despite Jamie's warning, Angel would find himself falling prey to Lyssa's subversion, head jerking backwards as he was struck, the blonde managing to stay mostly upright, though stumbling back before dropping to a knee, Lyssa having struck an important blow!