Bedeviled: Holly Matheson vs. Francisca "Devil Cat" Herrera

[Luncha_Libre]

“Ah!” Holly gasped, when she heard the Devil Cat breathing heavily into her ear. While the show that Herrera was putting on with Holly was drawing a great deal of close scrutiny from the fans, the British Bombshell was much less than amused. Eyes wide in fear, Holly tried to push her opponent off of her, shoving weakly with one hand while kicking her feet like a petulant child.

Suddenly, the Devil Cat disappeared from Holly’s vision. The bewildered British Bombshell gasped for air, thinking for a second that her flailing had done the trick. She took deep breaths, her generous breasts straining against her ring gear.

“I-I’ll show you ‘fun,’ you hussy,” Holly panted, struggling to roll up to her side. Holly’s eyes went wide, however, as she heard the voices of the fans rise in unison. Before she knew it, Holly’s field of vision was filled with the curvy body of the Devil Cat, sailing down to crush her with a moonsault!

“AAAAAAUGH!” Holly screamed, her soft flesh squished and bruised by serving as a landing pillow for the Devil Cat! Holly’s arms and legs went up straight, then flopped to the mat. “Hhhhnnngh, nnngh!” Holly moaned, miserably, trying to replace the air that was squashed out of her body by the other woman, her face reddening as it started to sink in how easily the Devil Cat was besting her!

[arktriumph]

Francisca's moonsault landed perfectly, and she relished the anguished cries of her opponent as she slammed the British Bombshell to the mat. She pushed herself up onto all fours over her downed opponent, grinning wickedly as the crowds cheered. So far Holly had shown the Devil Cat nothing in the ring - she could see fully how her weak opponent had ended up with the loser belt. She probably could have pinned her now and finished the match straight away.

But where was the fun in that? Francisca shuffled around till she was on her knees above Holly's head, looking down as her opponent's ample bust rose and fell as she fought for breath.

"I think you've still got a lotta lesson's to learn, lady," Francisca tittered. Then she moved forward, planting her ass squarely over Holly's face in a reverse facesit, at the same time groping her helpless opponent's breasts, simultaneously smothering and stimulating Holly with the attack.

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Holly’s chest heaved as she gasped for air, her buxom body squished beneath the Devil Cat. Holly’s eyes went wide, some fear showing on her face as Francisca stalked her, Holly’s body useless to do anything against her foe, at the moment.

“Ngh, no,” Holly managed to moan, as Francisca started to take position over her. Holly stared up in terror at Francisca, realizing what the Devil Cat had in mind for her as her head was trapped between her knees. “No!” Holly cried out, just before her face was smothered in Francisca’s ass. Making matters worse, the Devil Cat reached down and took a generous handful of Holly’s considerable breasts, giving them a squeeze!

“Nnnnfff!” Holly’s cries of protest were totally muffled by Francisca’s ass, her voice vibrating against the woman’s crotch as the Devil Cat smothered her out. Holly was left flailing, legs writhing and grinding against one another as Francisca played with her helpless body, kneading her busty body and making Holly tremble. The Brit’s nipples went erect in the Devil Cat’s grip, the combination of shock and shame washing over Holly, intensifying with every moment that the Devil Cat treated her like a pitiful toy!

[arktriumph]

Francisca could feel Holly's nipples hardening under her invasive touch, the weakling British wrestler, squirming and mewling beneath her. Pathetic, she though dismissively as she continued to grope and grind against her opponent. After continuing the humiliating treatment for a few moments, Francisca slid back to reveal the red, breathless face of the other wrestler.

"What's the matter?" she taunted. "You no' havin' fun yet, senorita?" She grinned and grabbed Holly by her hair pulling the other wrestler backward and draping her shapely body across one of Francisca's knees. The Devil Cat would bend Holly backwards, clamping one hand over the loser-champ's mouth and with the other grabbing her crotch through her wrestling singlet. With her grip fastened, Francisca would stretch the British Bombshell over her knee in a humiliating, painful submission hold!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Uuughn, l-let me go!” Holly gasped, still squirming beneath the Devil Cat. The masked woman was having her way with Holly’s body, molesting the busty British Bombshell at her leisure, and there was nothing Holly could do. Cut off from air and only able to grab Francisca’s arms weakly, pushing but useless to actually break the Devil Cat’s grip on her soft, all-too-pliable breasts!

“Ah!” Holly cried out, when the Devil Cat released her and took her by the hair. “I-I’ll kick your arse, you witch!” Holly cried out, as she was thrown over Francisca’s knee. Then, she had her mouth covered, muffling any other protest as the Devil Cat pushed into Holly’s crotch! “MMMMFFFF!” Holly cried out, face going bright red as her opponent bent her spine over the unforgiving knee! Holly’s bust, now knocked loose and nearly pulled out of her disheveled singlet, was thrust toward the arena lights. Her fair skin glistened. Holly balled up her fists, trying to pound Francisca’s body to fend the Devil Cat off, desperate to escape this torture!

[arktriumph]

"You're gonna 'kick my arse', eh?" Francisca laughed, unimpressed as Holly flailed and pounded weakly against her body, the British Bombshell's breasts almost bursting free from her corset as she was stretched over the Devil Cat's knee, her face going crimson with obvious embarrassment. "I don't think you're gonna be doing that to anyone. You earned that loser-belt, eh?" To drive the point home she clutched even harder at Holly's crotch, emphasizing her complete control, before starting to rub her helpless opponent through her singlet, hoping to further confuse and weaken the woman.

After a moment, satisfied that Holly was in no position to escape, Francisca moved her hands, positioning them over Holly's vulnerable belly in a downward facing claw. Then she dug all of her fingers hard into the British Bombshell's stomach, locking in her deadly Belly Claw submission and grinding it hard into her opponent.

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“Uuuhn, nnngh,” Holly’s pitiful moans filled the arena, as she looked up to see her ample breasts threatening to spill out beneath the mocking face of the Devil Cat. Legs bucking weakly, arms beginning to simply dangle over her head, Holly had to admit she was in no position to fight back. Stretched out over Francisca’s knee, her long black hair brushing the mat, Holly’s eyes went wide open when she felt Francisca’s hand clamp down on her sensitive twat! “NnuuuoooOOUUUUHN!”

“Ah! Uuhn,” Holly panted in relief when Francisca moved her hand, but the respite wouldn’t last long- as the Devil Cat’s claws trailed up her stretched belly, and then dug into her helpless body for the Belly Claw!

“AAAAAARRRGHH!” Holly screamed, hands going to her aching belly, head tucking upward with her pretty features twisted in horror. “AAAAAH!” Holly screamed more for the Devil Cat, tears flowing down her cheeks. Holly fumbled for her opponent’s wrist, but she lacked the strength to fend her off. Holly writhed in the grip of the Devil Cat, crying as if the woman were tearing her apart with the belly claw!

[arktriumph]

As Holly flailed and screeched under the pain of the Belly Claw, Francisca felt a rush, knowing that this match was already hers. The British Bombshell was not match for the Devil Cat. Tears rolled down the woman's cheeks as she pawed uselessly at Francisca's grip.

Eventually Francisca rolled Holly contemptuously off of her knee, letting her opponent thump to the canvas and roll onto her back. Rising, Francisca looked down on her helpless adversary, hands on hips.

"This really all you got, girly?" she tutted, shaking her head. "Wanna show me you still got some fight?" And with that, she planted a boot squarely between Holly's heaving breasts, pinning her to the mat in a humiliating fashion. She nodded to the referee to begin the count, though she didn't really expect to get a full three out of this kind of pin. It was up to Holly to show that she wanted to keep going, even if she didn't stand a chance.

[Luncha_Libre]

“I-I … Ah-I …” Tears in her eyes, Holly was on the verge of saying the two most humiliating and overused words in her vocabulary, to utter her submission. The claw was devastating, and the pretty Bombshell felt like she was being gutted like a fish in the middle of the ring. Before she could, however, the Devil Cat dumped Holly’s body unceremoniously off her knee, discarding her like trash, leaving Holly flat and limp on the canvas.

“Nnng, no,” Holly moaned, as the Devil Cat placed a boot on Holly, squashing her busty chest firmly. The Brit winced, her sensitive skin being ground under the Devil Cat’s heel.

“ONE!”

Holly couldn’t believe she was being manhandled like this, her belly still screaming in pain. Still, she couldn’t let it end like this, could she? With the Devil Cat standing on top of her, goading over her body, proving to everyone that she was, in fact, the worst wrestler in the world?

“TWO!”

“Nno!” Holly cried out, trying to roll over and get a shoulder up before the three count could be reached. Holly closed her eyes, arms still protectively over her belly while the Cat was crushing her generous breasts. Holly wasn’t even sure she could roll over, but she had to do her best- she had to at least try!

[arktriumph]

Francisca kept Holly pinned in place, enjoying her commanding position of the British wrestler as she wriggled beneath her boot. She could feel her struggling as the referee's count rose.

To her surprise, she almost made it to a three count despite the half-hearted nature of the pin, before Holly finally offered enough force to roll and get her shoulder up off the mat, just before the dreaded three could be called by the referee. Francisca allowed her boot to slip off of Holly's bust, landing beside her. She looked down on the British Bombshell, smiling wryly.

"Oh, looks like our loser girl hasn't given up yet, eh?" the Devil Cat crooned. "That's good. I'm still havin' fun, senorita. What about you?"

With that, she threw herself down on Holly, grabbing her wrists and pinning her arms above her head, pressing her body up against her plaything and rubbing herself back and forth, her breasts pushing against the loser-champ's ample bust. She leaned forward, jamming her lips against Holly's for a long, passionate moment, still toying with her prey. As abruptly as she started she broke off the kiss and shuffled forward, planting her breasts over Holly's face in another humiliating smother.