Blanco Sombre v Eileen Sommers: Make or Break

[Luncha_Libre]

“Uuuhn …” Blanco moaned, as Eileen placed a finger across his lips. The man was beaten, and he didn’t have the strength left to argue with that. Unfortunately, his buxom girlfriend was taking exception, looking like she was ready to come in and avenge him while all he could do was lie turgid beneath Eileen’s dominant body. And with one solid slap, a strike that echoed through the arena, it seemed like Holly was ready to do just that.

Holly raised an eyebrow after Eileen took her slap across the face, hands on her hips. It looked like the British Bombshell was ready for Eileen to just crumble, now. To just roll off her man and let the two commiserate in peace. Unfortunately, everyone else in the arena knew much better, as Eileen’s shapely leg swung out, and nailed Holly square in the shin!

“AAARGH!” Holly screamed, going down hard. Unprepared for a fight, Holly was an easy target, and her restrictive clothes were no help. With her hip-hugging skirt not giving her much room, the buxom Brit fell down to her knees. She clung to her aching shin, Eileen having hit her square on the bone and dropping her. Seething in pain, Holly clutched her leg with both hands, reduced to her hands and knees before Eileen in one feel strike. Blanco groaned, raising his head to try and warn her once more, then he fell to the mat. Whatever happened now, it seemed Holly's anger was driving her. Blanco only hoped his girl was up to the task she was taking on, as she hoped to avenge him.

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Eileen was already bracing for another attempt at knocking Holly's block off, when to her surprise, the girl went down with that single sudden kick of hers. Not at all complaining, she suspected perhaps that her buxom attacker believed Eileen didn't have any strength left in her, certainly not for a kick with such sharpness. The match was hardly a dominating one by the redhead after all.

Watching as the would-be saviour collapsed to her back, Eileen was quick to commit to her newfound desire to leave Holly in a bad as state as her partner. A lowly mutter of "come here" would be audible to both Blanco and Holly both, though solely for the moment aimed at the latter, as Eileen looked to force the girl a little upright via a nasty hair pull. The referee having long since lost hope, could only call for official aid from the back. Aid that had something of a reputation as always arriving far too late in the world of wrestling.

With another set of dark giggles, Eileen bent down somewhat as she forced Holly up, before wiggling her curves behind her. Whilst sweaty and somewhat red, Eileen felt she still had the power for what came next, as Holly felt herself victim to a Heimlich attempt almost as Eileen hugged around from behind her. With her arms a little too high to aid Holly had she actually been choking...

"Quite the busty little thing aren't you..." Eileen sniggered as her arms looked to press around Holly's sizeable goods from behind, to squeeze and pain the girl greatly!

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly stared out with shocked, tearful eyes as she clutched at her calf. Biting her lip, the British Bombshell looked up fearfully at Eileen, shocked that the redheaded German had turned things around on her so quickly. Holly clutched her aching calf, trying to roll over to get away from the woman!

Meanwhile, in the center of the ring, Blanco Sombre’s body was left where he had fallen. The masked man reached out to his downed partner but shooting pain through his neck and shoulder stopped him cold. The luchador fell to his back, unable to do more than watch things play out however they would. “Nooo,” Blanco moaned, miserably. Watching this, Blanco couldn’t help but feel at fault. Holly was catching this beating on his behalf, trying to save him, because he’d been too weak to fend Eileen off!

“Oowww,” Holly whined as Eileen dragged her up by the hair. The Brit’s pretty face was contorted into a deep frown, as she flailed around helplessly against being picked up. Holly gave a pleading look up the ramp, as if begging someone to come out and help her. She flailed at Eileen weakly, trying to shove the bigger woman away, clumsy and weak.

Stumbling back to her feet, Holly was cursing her tight skirt as Eileen deftly moved behind her. “W-what?” Holly asked, when Eileen called her ‘busty.’ In truth, Holly referred to herself that way often, but being called out by the German in front of a full arena felt far dirtier. “Hhhgnn!” Holly grunted, as she was clasped from behind.

“AAAAH!” Holly screamed, as Eileen’s hands sank into the soft flesh of her breasts! “L-lemme go! Let me go!” Holly demanded. She writhed in Eileen’s grip, immediately regretting not wearing a bra to the arena that night. Holly bucked and kicked, her ass bouncing against Eileen while her tiny fists swung wildly. Confined to her tiny skirt, Holly couldn’t muster anything more than weak, dainty kicks that somehow made her look even more pathetic!

[Devilish53]

Eileen didn't need much energy to hold onto Holly, as her efforts to pry free were too desperate and flail-like to post an actual issue. The fact that Holly was trying to save what modesty she had in that attire too only worked against her, as Eileen's squeezing hands soon discovered the girl was devoid of a little extra clothing upstairs.

"My my...it'd be embarrassing if you slipped out, wouldn't it?" Licking her lips, Eileen pondered the idea of switching up her grip for the simple effort of sliding Holly's bust out from what little restraint it had, when she felt a few knocks upon her feet. Turning her head to see Blanco make efforts towards saving her partner, that smile only grew on Eileen's mug, given her torture of that unlucky beauty made this all the worse for her defeated opponent!

A thought immediately to mind, Holly's large orbs would find themselves free of Eileen's mitts as instead they opted to slip lower. Her hug now upon the girls midriff, Eileen would put her efforts into picking her unfortunate victim off her feet as she pivoted her hips; the redhead seeking to from the looks of things, hit Holly with something of a mat slam!

Only instead of a mat, Holly would find her front side headed straight towards poor old Blanco!

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was doing her level best to pry her vulnerable body free of Eileen, and the fact that the redhead was managing to keep her under control with seemingly no effort only heightened the British Bombshell’s sense of terror. Holly let out a miserable whimper as she felt Eileen’s hands knead into her soft breasts, and in seconds her nipples were cutting a striking profile against the flimsy fabric!

“D-don’t, no!” Holly gasped, shaking her head in protest. She looked down to Blanco Sombre, laid out at Eileen’s feet but still struggling against this. Blanco himself looked up at Holly, feeling the utter powerlessness of being unable to save her. He took deep breaths, looking at Eileen, his eyes showing his misery as the buxom Brit was reduced to Eileen’s plaything right in front of him. His racing pulse and shortening breath, however, were some conflicting feelings he’d need to examine another time.

Holly tried one more time to buck against Eileen and break free, but of course she couldn’t. Holly’s eyes widened as Eileen’s grip shifted to her hips, and the redhead hoisted her up. Before Holly knew what was happening, her body was hoisted around, twisted upside down, then flung back to the mat! In seconds, her buxom body was crashing into Blanco, knocking the wind out of the man as he let out a loud “AAAUGH!” of pain. “EEEYAAHHH!” Holly cried out, as well. Both of them lay on the mat, arms and legs spread eagle, Holly’s spine arched above Blanco’s beaten body, her bust heaving into the sky as she gasped for breath.

[Devilish53]

Eileen had to be careful when she delivered that slam, for falling just a inch too close would have left her own frame dropping on hard muscle as opposed to much softer canvas. And had she done it too far, Holly would have haplessly fallen upon the canvas, which would have hurt, just not enough!

Rolling off the pile of bodies she had made, Eileen got to a kneeling posture with her hands to her hips. Apparently admiring her handiwork, a small part of Eileen considered turning her frame to make for an exit. It would certainly leave a dominant sight; that being her exhausted, defeated male opponent, with his manager/partner laid across him against her will. But then again, how would that sight have been improved, after making both tap or even pass out?

Eileen couldn't imagine anything but, as her figure assumed a posture on all fours to roll the lighter of the two, that being Holly, into an easier position.

"Now stay still...Don't...move...a INCH!" Her last word met with a strike into Holly's soft, vulnerable gut as if to make her do just that, as Eileen herself looked to press her side over the top of Blanco, much like the crossface that had defeated him only this time the male was facing upright. Right into her goods...

A motion seen by many to be perfectly matching what Eileen was doing with the lower half of her frame, as she looked to slowly but surely sync those thick legs of hers around the gut of Blanco's female partner...

[Luncha_Libre]

Unprepared and not warmed up to take a bump like that, Holly had caught as much of that body slam as she could and landing on Blanco’s firm body instead of the ring canvas didn’t help. Winded, Holly gasped for air to refill her lungs. Blanco, meanwhile, had taken the worst of it. Crushed between the ring and his girlfriend’s hard-falling body, his chest had been crushed under her weight. The curvy British Bombshell was a buxom LAW Middleweight, and all that weight had come crashing down on Blanco in the least fun way it ever had. Holly’s shoulders hit his chest, knocking the wind out of him, and her thick ass came down on his manhood, sending pain screaming through his body! Unfortunately, the worse was yet to come.

Holly offered no resistance as Eileen rolled her over. The British girl looked almost lifeless, already totally beaten by Eileen as she was indignantly flopped over onto the canvas. “Owwwie,” Holly whined, as Eileen slugged her belly for good measure. Blanco tried to curl up, unable to do much more than clutch his aching manhood as Eileen came down on him.

“N-no, stop,” Blanco shook his head in protest, as Eileen caught his aching neck and crammed his face right between her generous breasts! Blanco tried miserable to kick and buck her off but lacked the strength. “MMMMFFFFGH! NNNNGH!” Blanco grunted and groaned his protest, but Eileen had him trapped. The wind knocked out of him, Blanco was only breathing in the heat of Eileen’s body, her soft flesh smothering him as his kicks and protests grew weaker and weaker.

“AAAUGH!” Holly screamed, as Eileen’s legs wrapped around her soft belly and constricted her! Holly writhed in pain in the hold, bracing her hands against Eileen’s thigh, trying to push herself free of the hold. The British Bombshell started to look around desperately, but saw no escape. She kicked her boots and cried out again. Her attempt to save her man had failed, and now things were looking downright grim for the young couple!

[Devilish53]

Eileen couldn't really put focus into choking out one quicker than the other, even though naturally she felt Holly deserved more attention given she hadn't just been through a full match. Trying for what she could to simply keep both holds locked and debilitating, the fact that Blanco's efforts to push free soon devolved to a few limp movements told Eileen whom was fading first. Thereby, Holly could get that attention she needed after all.

"I'll be sure to pile you on top of him after you go out too...be rude not to help the cleaners by keeping all the trash together!" Her laughter heard in the nosebleeds even without the aid of a microphone, as her smother turned into nought but a holding of Blanco's head rather than outright actively pulling him in, where as her legs were squeezing with all the force a tired redhead could muster. An exertion that made Eileen smile all throughout, given that Holly's top riding upwards meant she was squeezing down on that soft tummy via flesh on flesh!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Mmmf, nnuh, nnuh,” Blanco Sombre moaned in protest as Eileen’s gorgeous body settled on top of his face. He gasped for air, but only breathed in the heat of Eileen’s body, choking him out. Things began to fade, Eileen’s taunts and Holly’s cries of agony fading as he fell into unconsciousness. The night would end here for the luchador, his hands going from pawing desperately to push Eileen’s body away, to flopping against the mat. Arms and legs spread out, body unmoving, the only sign of life being the humiliating erection stretching his pants as Eileen sealed his fate and laid him out for his humiliating defeat!

“W-we're not ... ARGH! Not ... trash, you bitch!” Holly gasped, seeing her man finally go down for the count. Having come into the ring to save her man, she had now been praying he could reverse this and save her own ass! As Holly squirmed between Eileen’s strong, powerful legs, she could feel her skirt riding up her hips, and her shirt riding up her body. Eileen’s leg scissor was compressing her ribs, squeezing the life out of Holly. She struggled, the generous curve of the underside of her breasts coming into view while she squirmed.

“NNnnnngh! Aaaaaugh!” Holly moaned loudly in Eileen’s grip, bust heaving as she fought to breathe. Tearfully, Holly looked to Blanco’s lifeless-looking body, then to Eileen’s sadistic face. Holly grimaced in agony, tongue poking out of her mouth as she was utterly, thoroughly squashed!

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Eileen held the smother on Blanco perhaps longer than she needed to, but she felt no actual guilt towards the act. Though when it became apparent no more was needed towards the male, that left Eileen with strength to spare. Strength put towards the one between her legs, whom seemingly was in the process of having her outfit ride as far as it would go up her frame!

"Eugh...nothing worse than bitter trash!" She'd roar out, sliding her frame slowly but surely off of Blanco, so that she was on a flat surface. One where she'd be able to arch her frame, and make Holly truly feel as if the redhead was trying to pop her like a balloon!

Elbows to her side as her grinning face went to the sky, ankles locked with absolutely no give, as she could only imagine the delightful sight of Holly blacking out!