Squeeze a day... ['Drifter' Vs Moira Pandela]

[thesteedman]

Moira made no effort to hide how much she was trolling Drifter right now, and a somewhat annoyed expression could be seen on Drifter as she continued her struggles. It was bad enough the poor girl was embarrassed for making a mockery of herself before the match had even begun. It had been a dream of many fans no doubt to see Drifter in her small clothes officially, and she had incidentally given them what they had wanted, thinking there had been a mistake in the match up rather then just sticking to her usual guns. Now they were being given a front row seat to the amazing and sexy form Drifter possessed behind her tomboyish look she often donned.

To make matters worse... Moira was clearly teasing her now. It did not feel like there was any true malice behind her games, but it certainly did not help matters when she mockingly feigned distress at Drifter's failed attempts to escape her powerful embrace. Without the momentum and leverage, it seemed Drifter was not going to trip Moria so easily, who was able to counter with her stance alone without going into how powerful her form was. Instead she simply remained a victim to her... somewhat alarmingly loving embrace! Moira was content to simply hold Drifter as a prisoner for the time being, swaying her left and right, an embrace that despite looking loving, still did a fine job sapping the strength slowly from Kay. She bit on her lower lip, trying to get free, writhing and struggling. She was also left blushing, feeling all of Moira's form against her own, more skin contact than she could have anticipated, all whilst her massive chest continued to mushroom against her upper back.

Moria continued to tease Drifter... before slowly a hint of her strength began to seep in. Drifter gasped out, feeling her arms pull inwards ever so slightly, just enough to bring her deeper against her embrace. Her toes curled as she bit on her lower lip, as a low moan was pressed from her form.
"Uugh.. well... you could let me go?.." Drifter gasped out, feeling that it was getting a little harder to breathe as time passed by and the hold remained consistent. She would have to do something fast, Moira seemed to have no intention of releasing her, and her grip was slowly becoming more of an issue. Looking about, Drifter tried to see if the ropes where within reach, seeing if she could flick her leg out towards one, or if she could struggle and free her arms from the binding and deep embrace.

[Devilish53]

Moira gave a response to the Drifters query, but it was not a verbal one. Naturally given the smaller gals position, it meant that it was not one she would see - as Moira would shake her head left to right, with the biggest of grins still upon her face!

Even if Kay was to violently struggle, escape from Moira's clutches would be difficult to say the least. A backwards headbutt likely wouldn't land given the position, and strikes from her kicking feet or flailing elbows likely wouldn't do much. The size difference was simply too gigantic!

Enjoying herself immensely, with near enough zero intent on her part to ever start actively 'wrestling', Moira would place the Drifter back to her feet. Though if her lightweight foe thought freedom was about to be found, she would be fun!

For with a giggle, Moira would lean on Kay. Hard!

Intending to slowly force her smaller foe to her knees with her size alone, Moira never stopped firmly hugging her waistline from behind. Her end goal was simple, if extremely dominant - to have Kay slowly falling to her hands and knees, with Moira atop of her effectively spooning her! A position Moira was above all confident she'd find, unless Drifter had the overall body strength to hold up a figure of Moira's size. In which case, she'd be effectively giving the heavyweight a piggyback!

[thesteedman]

For a lightweight, Drifter did remarkably well for a few seconds. When Moira set her down onto her bare feet, Kay tried to reposition herself, feeling Moira press against her back. She kept her footing longer than most, pressing her legs out to try and resist the force against her... but seconds was all it lasted. Soon her feet slid, and Moira never stopped advancing downwards upon her. The size between the two was simply too great, and before Kay knew what was happening, she was forced down onto her knees. The only thing that came from the process, was that Kay finally managed to free her arms of the terrible embrace... but that in itself proved to be a double edged blade.

Kay felt Moira's arms enclose around her waist all the more with the extra space her free arms caused, making Drifter moan out loud as her visible stomach strained with the growing pressure. As Moira pressed down all the more, Kay soon found herself on her hands and knees, feeling Moira spoon her in a deep manner, letting her arms enclose all the more to bring her slender form closer to that of Pandela's. Drifter's cheeks were still a shade of red, her scantily clad form feeling all of Moira's more broad and busty form pressing against the back of her own.

"D... Dammit!" Kay gasped out, realising Moira had her locked up good. By now the prolonged time within the bearhug was slowly beginning to wear Drifter down. Breathing was steadily becoming harder as each moment passed, and Drifter's attempts to pry free right now were greatly diminished with her holding herself up with one arm as her other tried to pry free of the embrace.
"Uugh... are you trying to... spoon me to death?" Kay whispered, trying to make a light jest of the situation to cover up the near overwhelming feeling of her embarrassment and humiliation. All regrettably of her own doing thus far!

[Devilish53]

Moira was pressing as much of her heavy figure upon Drifter's rear side as she dared. She could have heaved more so - even lifted her legs to add to the strain the lightweight was feeling. Had she done so, the warm reverse squeeze would have all at once turned to an intense crushing against the canvas. As interesting a sight and feeling as that would have been, Moira couldn't wrestle a girl so small as innocent with intent to outright hurt her.

A laugh would be all the Drifter received in response to her question, as Moira's encompassing hug began to damn right cover her body. Thick arms had made Drifter's midriff disappear into her grip, with Moira's thighs, hips and bosom gently blanketing over Kay's own. At this right, the considerably smaller gal may have felt the urge to go to sleep even holding Moira up like this. Such was the warmth of the reverse spooning...

[thesteedman]

This was a method of fighting was new to Drifter, and she was uncertain how to deal with it. Strangely Moira had not thrown a single strike upon the lightweight, nor was she actively trying to outright crush her in her deep embrace. That was not to say it didn't feel like Drifter was being squeezed, but the bluenette was all too aware her opponent was not holding her with her full strength. This was something else... a slow and methodical manner of wrestling that was foreign to Drifter. Her bare midriff was entirely enveloped within Moira's arms, and though she could breath, it still put strain upon her lungs, especially with the rest of Moira spooning her as she did.

Moira was trying to exhaust Kay, keeping a consistent embrace, squeezing her akin to a lover than she was something trying to harm her... all whilst overwhelming her with her own body weight. Given the amount of skin contact, Kay was taken completely off guard, struggling to break free of the rear bearhug Moira had settled in upon her. The two were grounded, and the heat began to spread, making it hard to think. Kay breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling within her sports bra... her mouth was agape, trying to focus on retaining energy as her opponent continued to sap it.

The manner in which Moira giggled at her jest was soft; her voice soothing which only seemed to add to the peril. Her opponent was purposely soft spoken and alluring with her mannerisms, no doubt part of her charm that only made this style of wrestling all the more dangerous. This felt like it was her game plan from the start, looking to smother and embrace Drifter until she could not fight back at all.... and it was working. Taking a deep breath, Drifter tried to think rationally, looking to see if the ropes were nearby... she needed to get out of this embrace... or she would pass out in time for certain. A process that would be long granted, but what would come sooner would be Drifter's inability to move!

[Devilish53]

There were a handful of ways Drifter could have resisted Moira's embrace, but in this predicament there were few that would bare fruit. Elbows into Moira's body would be mitigated not only by the thick curve of her heavyweight foe, but the fact that Kay wouldn't be able to get the wind-up needed for Moira to even register the strikes. She could prod and poke, but the close proximity of Moira wasn't simply to make the hold all the warmer.

Drifter could similarly too commit to the idea of crawling her way across the ring, dragging Moira in the process. But just how far could she even make it with such a heavier deadweight on her back, before Moira simply took to shuffling back? Or worse yet, vicing down to stop Kay's crawls altogether?

It was a lucky thing perhaps that the Drifter wouldn't have to worry about how she would escape from this predicament for too much longer, as Moira soon opted to roll her figure. For a hold she'd consider all the worse!

Falling onto her back with her reverse squeeze pulling the Drifter, Moira's playfulness would only rise as she lay with the lightweight now atop of her in reverse fashion yet still. Playing the part of willing mattress, Moira was seemingly out to showcase how escapable her hold was, as she held Drifter somewhat up before the masses. Without ever loosening her grip, to consistently make her smaller foe unable to take a full breath...

[thesteedman]

The crowd were perhaps a little more into the sight than Drifter would have liked. Once she found herself being pulled back, lying upon Moira's more broad form, she managed to glance upon the watching crowds who had all become fascinated by the long and gruelling struggle Kay was being put through. It was like watching a constrictor, wrapped around its prey in the dance of death.... and regrettably for Drifter she was said prey. It was all she could do to conserve her energy, still not having the leverage or momentum she needed to launch the counter she wanted.

Those arms were locked so tightly around her bare midriff, making Drifter moan in a drained and incidentally alluring fashion. She pressed her hands against Moira's arms, trying to push down to no real fruition. It was then she tried to pry at Moira's hands that remained gripped by her own elbows, trying to dislodge the powerful grasp at her own legs began to squirm and strain. Her toes curled as Kay's head whipped back over Moira's shoulder, her alluring form on display for all to see as she wore little but her small clothes. Her stunning midriff strained, her abs tensing up as she tried to endure the constant squeeze upon her. Her chest rose and fell heavily as Kay moaned out again, trying to break free.

"Uugh... what... kind of wrestling do you call this?!" Kay yelped out. She thought by now the crowd would be booing as Moira had locked her up and kept her in the same move.. but it was very much the opposite... the crowds were enthralled by the sight of the two scantily clad women, with Moira slowly wearing and squeezing Kay down as each long second passed. By now, Drifter's stunning form was glistening with exhaustion, as the young woman looked to see if it was possible to reach the ropes from where she lay, wondering if it was within arms or legs reach.

[Devilish53]

"A kind you can't beat, clearly..." Moira's goad was whispered once more into the Drifter's ear; an entirely correct goad given the match thus far, with Kay being victim to a tightening hug throughout the entirety of the match. Though at the rate Moira was constricting so far, it would still be a good few minutes more before the Drifter was in danger of being outright crushed. Though damn if it didn't make her sweaty from the constant body to body action. Not to mention a little breathless from her struggles being in vain!

Uninterested in the prospect of merely having the Drifter struggle until she gave in, Moira herself began to flex a little more actively. With her hands to either elbow, only after consistently readjusting given the amount of struggling her lightweight foe was doing, Moira began to pull. Twin, thick biceps would press down into Kay's core, with the sheer size of those arms compared to her midriff making it appear as though the girl was being pressed by twin snakes. Moira's squeeze this time would not be of a quick variety either - she'd pull strongly and without pause for going on twenty seconds, with her grip growing firmer as Kay's midriff went in. The more her foe pulled her waistline in for hopes of a big inhale, the firmer Moira's arms dug in.

Until eventually, when even Moira's biceps were not actively flexing, the grip she possessed would be firm to a degree where Kay was under constant breath-taking pressure!

[thesteedman]

"Uuuugh!" Drifter could not stop herself from moaning out as the powerful and draining grip continued to constrict her stunning form. For those watching, they were gifted with quite a sight as both scantily clad wrestlers began to glisten within the beams of the studio lights above. Kay's to die for midriff was constantly tensing and straining, attempting to try and resist the closing serpentine like constriction of Moira's powerful arms. Breathing was increasingly becoming a laborious task, as Kay's chest began to heave a little with each strained breath.

Soon, there was no longer any break in the squeezing. Where Moira had once been compressing her midriff in short bursts, allowing Drifter to plan at least some defence and time her own tensions... soon enough, those powerful arms slid and simply continued to squeeze with constant and on-going pressure. Drifter gasped out, writhing within the body lock, feeling her strength slowly being sapped in a slow and debilitating manner. Whilst Drifter had been somewhat tame with her struggles, feeling that Moira was going easy on her.. at this moment it felt like she was going for the kill. Drifter had never tapped out in her life... but it would not matter if she did not... the rate the pressure was increasing, she would be sapped of all strength to escape, and no doubt after that would simply be trapped until she was gradually squeezed out. It was time to make a move...

Biting on her lower lip hard, Drifter raised her arms before throwing them downwards in an attempt to try and ram her elbows into her arms. It was clear now she would have to show no mercy herself!

[Devilish53]

It was unclear just how long Moira would have continued her squeeze had the Drifter never offered resistance. Would she have crushed her smaller lightweight into a blurry state all with one singular, long reverse bearhug? It would remain to be seen as her foe finally began to fight back, with sharp elbows bouncing off of Moira's curvy midriff. A handful at a time would be no issue whatsoever for Moira to power on through, but Kay felt tenacious! Moira was getting the impression this smaller gal wouldn't stop until she was free of Moira's grip.

Was a bruised midriff worth it in return for a dominant win over a gal she was confident she could snag again?

Huffing as the elbows continued to come down, Kay would find the freedom she desired as Moira all at once released. With her hands to the hips of the Drifter, as she sought to effectively heave the gal up and off of her. Before she sat up, to rub her own midriff down!