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

[Luncha_Libre]

Looking up, Holly didn’t like the look or the sensation of having her breasts ground down beneath the Devil Cat’s boots, but the fans seemed to be having a good time with it. The fact that Holly’s shoulder went up before the three seemed to surprise some in the crowd, who were already looking forward to counting the British Bombshell out under such a pathetic, and utterly contemptuous, pin attempt.

“Uhn, you bitch,” Holly grunted, trying to get herself off the mat as the Devil Cat taunted her. “I’ll show you fun, you … you …” Holly didn’t get a chance to even finish her threat, however, before Francisca was on top of her, holding her arms helplessly above her head. Holly shifted and shimmied beneath her foe, keeping her shoulders from both being on the mat at once, but not doing much more than that.

“Oooohh, you … Slag!” Holly hissed, as Francisca settled on top of her. Holly’s breasts pressed and mushroomed against the Devil Cat’s body, grinding against the dominant woman as Holly tried in vain to wriggle herself free.

“I cannmmmmph!” Holly’s eyes went wide in shock as the Devil Cat settled on top of her, and smothered any further protest with a long kiss. Holly reacted with shock, her body tensing at the sudden display as the crowd went wild. Before she could break the lip lock, however, things got worse- Francisca shifting upward, sliding up Holly’s body, grinding against her bust until the Devil Cat’s bosom engulfed Holly’s face! Smothered beneath the woman’s tights, Holly writhed and bucked, moaning a long wail that was totally cut off by Francisca’s soft flesh. The British Bombshell had survived the belly claw, only to face the possibility of being choked out beneath the woman’s curves in an even more humiliating fate!

[arktriumph]

"Such bad language from your pretty mouth, girly," Francisca taunted as she heard Holly's desperate, defeated moan from beneath her tits. She smiled wryly to herself, knowing the match was as good as over. It was time to put and end to her pathetic opponent's delusions of coming back in this match once and for all. She stayed in place smothering her opponent until she felt Holly's struggles weaken, knowing the British Bombshell was easy prey to an even more humiliating demise in the ring.

"Okay, senorita," Francisca said, licking her lips and jiggling her breasts contemptuously from side to side over Holly's face. "I think it's time for you to go to sleep now. Afraid you're gonna be keepin' that belt for a long time if this is the best you can do."

Still keeping Holly trapped on the ground, Francisca moved her body forward again, briefly revealing the British wrestler's breathless face from beneath her breasts. However, the respite wouldn't last long. To completely assert her dominance over her haughty opponent, Francisca planted her knees on Holly's arms to keep her in place and then jammed her crotch over Holly's nose and mouth, grinding herself against the loser-champ's face in a display of utter humiliation.

"Nighty, night, senorita," she crooned, grabbing a handful of Holly's hair with one hand and pushing the British Bombshell's face deeper into her and she let out a moan of pleasure.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Ack, h-hey!” Holly sputtered, her cheeks getting pushed around by Francisca’s swaying breasts. The move was even more denigrating than the smother, highlighting Holly’s pitiful ability to fight back. Holly figured that everyone could see the misery and frustration on Holly’s face again, but at least she could breathe. Holly gasped and flashed a harsh look up at the Devil Cat.

“Let me up,” Holly whimpered, unable to muster a growl. Holly tried to look tough, but that façade had been revealed to be a total joke. The Devil Cat was in total control, and it was obvious that she knew it!

“N-no, wait …” Holly said, eyes widening as Francisca moved her shifted her knees up Holly’s arms, making her hands flail uselessly where they were trapped. Holly stared up in horror, lips curled down in a frown, right up to the moment that the Devil Cat’s crotch slid hard over her face and cut her off from air!

“MMMFFF! MMF! NNNNH!” Holly protested, kicking her boots wildly and shaking her body to try and break free. Holly’s ample bust shifted and shimmied in her singlet, threatening to come popping out with her thrashing. Holly’s eyes began to roll back in her head, and her kicking got weaker and weaker, until her thick thighs were barely lifting off the mat. Holly’s eyes squinted as she looked pleadingly up at Francisca, silently begging for mercy, Holly’s hot breath and wet tongue lapping involuntarily at Francisca’s crotch as the life faded from the body of the British Bombshell.

[arktriumph]

Francisca watched with relish as Holly struggled feebly beneath her, trapped in the Devil Cat's crotch and utterly unable to get away. Her thrashing sent a tingle through Francisca's body and she pressed herself deeper into Holly's face. This was a victory, and an extremely enjoyable one at that.

She felt the British Bombshell's struggles lessen, and felt her opponent's tongue and lips lapping at her crotch as she fought for breath, sending a pleasurable shudder through the curvy Costa-Rican's frame. She saw Holly's eyes start to roll and squint, looking up at her from her degrading position.

"That's right, girl," Francisca crooned, her right hand entwining itself through Holly's thick black hair and pulling her face deeper against the moist heat of her crotch. "This one's all over for you. Why don't you just have some sweet, sweet dreams."

With that, Francisca leaned back, still holding Holly's face in place with one hand, while the other reached back and with two fingers she began massaging the British Bombshell's vulnerable sex, launching a dominating assault on her feeble opponent that would hopefully send her crashing into oblivion.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly got weaker and weaker every moment, getting smothered out by the Devil Cat’s crotch. Even for Holly, this was a humiliating defeat. Holly’s sweaty figure writhed beneath the superior woman, her skin shining, her singlet looking like it was about to give up on keeping her curves from spilling out. Holly was already a pitiful sight, but the Devil Cat seemed to have one final twist in mind for her. With a sudden motion, Francisca’s fingers slammed into her pussy, rocking Holly’s entire body!

“HHHNNNNNNNMN!” Holly’s wail of shock was muffled by Francisca’s crotch, her warm sex absorbing the vibrations of Holly’s final plaintive wail. Being already on the verge of unconsciousness, her head awash in a mixture of fear, humiliation and anger, the shock of involuntary pleasure overloaded the British Bombshell. Holly’s entire body bucked and spasmed beneath Francisca, her thighs clamping down tight. Holly’s hips bucked upward, and her mouth took one deep gasp of Francisca’s heat. Holly’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a moan. Finally, Holly’s every muscle released as she gave a shocking release herself, her body responding to the mix of stimulation with a powerful climax … powerful enough that when it was over, Holly’s eyes fluttered shut and the woman went totally limp. Outwrestled, humiliated and now finger-banged in front of an entire arena, it was clear that Holly had suffered more than enough. The British Bombshell passed out, put to sleep beneath the dominant Devil Cat.

[arktriumph]

Francisca relished the muffled squeal that erupted against her crotch as Holly was overwhelmed by her assault. The Devil Cat bit her lip, feeling pleasure roil through her supply body as the British Bombshell writhed against her, bucking wildly but totally unable to get free. It didn't take long for the loser-champ to lose control under Francisca's touch. The Costa Rican wrestler let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure as Holly's hips bucked beneath her, rising high with a final, breathless moan as she climaxed.

Then the British wrestler's body went limp, her eyes closing as she crashed into unconsciousness beneath Francisca. The Devil Cat let out a shuddering breath and swiveled off of Holly, revealing the flushed crimson face of her defeated opponent. She leaned down.

"I'll see you around, senorita," Francisca whispered huskily, before jamming her lips into Holly's forcing her tongue into the British Bombshell's unresisting mouth and holding kiss for a long moment before pulling free. Then she took up her victory position for the final pin, doing the splits right on top of Holly's impressive bust and curling her arms up to her shoulders to show off her superiority.

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Winner: Francisca "Devil Cat" Herrera by Pinfall & KO