No Holds Barred Bondage Match: Emily Blascowitz vs. Holly Matheson

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Holly couldn’t be bothered right now to pay attention to the way her breasts were threatening to pop out, or how her ass jiggled with her attempts to stay upright. Hands literally tied behind her back, Holly had to stay focused on the fight, with dreadful certainty that any hesitation meant Emily would be on top of her in a flash! So, Holly threw herself into the enzuigiri, swinging up her leg and taking aim … landing the kick straight at the redhead’s gorgeous breast!

Holly went down immediately after, without her arms available to break her fall. “AAH!” Holly grunted, as her own breasts were squashed between her falling body and the mat, knocking some of the wind out of her. Holly tried to scramble up, her round ass getting in the air as she squirmed upright. “Nngh, d-damn …” Holly murmured, realizing how hopeless getting her balance was going to be without the use of her arms. Not that it mattered, as Emily was already on top of her, yet again.

“Aaugh!” Holly let out another pained cry as the leg drop came down on her. Holly’s legs gave out, and her body hit the canvas yet again. Floored, Holly lay with her breasts squished against the mat, her head lulling side to side, and her legs spread eagle. “Uughn, damn …” Holly whimpered, “g-got to … get up …”

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Emily sat there for a moment after the leg drop, watching Holly struggle to get up again. Delectable as it was to watch, and as much as Emily was curious if Holly could get up, she had more important things to do. With that in mind, the redhead popped up onto her knees and kneeled down on Holly's back.

"A pretty good grappler, huh?" Emily said mockingly, reaching down to grab Holly's legs and folding them back before hooking them with one of her own, "Not even five minutes in and your arms are tied behind your back. Oh the irony."

Emily then slid her hand in under Holly's chin, making sure she had a secure grasp before leaning back until she was on the mat again with Holly hoisted up above her, and pushed out with the knee on her back while she pulled on the Brit's chin and legs, trying to wear down her back some more with a brutal bow and arrow hold!

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“Hn!” Holly grunted as Emily got on her back, setting Holly in place beneath her. The British Bombshell was appalled with herself, tied up and made into easy prey by the redhead, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Emily’s taunts only made it worse. “Sh-shut up!” Holly snapped, when Emily called her out on her false boast. Holly’s face went red, as Emily taunted her and she proved woefully beneath the task of stopping her.

“What are you doing?” Holly demanded, feeling Emily’s hands on her, manipulating her into place. “What? No, let me go! Let me go!” Holly demanded in desperation, her body being manipulated easily by Emily, until her body was cranked into a bow and arrow hold!

“EEEYYYAAAAH!” Holly was screaming in seconds, her back torqued painfully. Holly’s arms bound she couldn’t do anything. Emily folded Holly like she was nothing, arching the British Bombshell’s spine. Holly’s breasts bounced and jiggled in her ring gear, cleavage shaking violently as she writhed in pain, breasts struggling not to come popping out at any second! The referee came down to ask Holly if she submitted, and the Brit began biting her bottom lip, letting out some choked sobs, trying desperately not to surrender to the pain.

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"Proving who the better woman is," Emily shot back with a grin, pulling back harder on the hold, "Or at least making progress. You know how it is."

"You look so nice, folded up like that, but I think we can do better," the redhead remarked, giving the referee a curious look. Well, even if Holly offered her submission, she wouldn't accept it just yet. Not when there was still so much to do with the woman.

With that in mind, Emily changed her grip on the hold, releasing Holly's chin only to grab her by her raven hair, and pulling back her knee to rest her booted foot on Holly's back instead. With her new grip, Emily pulled and pushed that much harder, eager to see just how much she could get her foe to bend and curious if her ring gear could even contain her at that point!

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“Aaaaaugh,” Holly moaned, her body stretching hard. Her arms and shoulders were quivering, her soft flesh mushrooming against the top of her ring gear as she was stretched out. Face reddening, Holly was obviously at Emily’s mercy, feeling totally useless and pathetic as her bound hands made it impossible to escape. From the opening bell, it felt like Emily had been having her way with the British Bombshell.

“AAAAAIEEE!!” Holly screamed, the sudden pain of having her hair yanked by Emily and a boot driven into her back. Holly squirmed and writhed in pain, mouth open wide and pitiful in the hold, shocked at what her foe was getting away with. Holly would have begged the ref to intervene if not for this being a no-DQ match. The emotion of being so helpless, wanting to cry for help but knowing it would do nothing, ate away at Holly until the tears were too much, and began running down her cheeks. Holly could feel her back being bent harder, however, her head coming up, and she looked down …

“Oh no,” Holly gasped, seeing the round curve of her buxom chest rounding the hem of her ring gear, threatening to pop out. She could almost feel her nipples against the edge of the cloth. “Nono, please … pleeeeease …” Holly begged her own flesh not to humiliate her further. Holly’s back cranked at a horrible angle, her neck angling upward. Holly’s wide, wet eyes were glued to her chest, and she knew there was only one chance.

“Please, I-I … I give up! I give up!” She shouted at Emily. “Please, stop it, I said I give up!” Holly hated those words, no matter how many times she said them. She grimaced as she said them, but Emily seemed to crank harder. Looking down at her bust, Holly’s eyes widened again, and she gasped in shock as her full breasts came popping out of her gear, nipples springing into plain view of the crowd. Free, her luscious orbs came bouncing out freely, jiggling and swaying in full view of the lecherous crowd as she had just begged for mercy!

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And there it was again, that screaming, the quivering of her curvaceous body as it was stretched and strained in the hold, the cheering of the crowds being offered another raunchy show. This was what kept her coming, or at least a good part of it, and Emily doubted she'd ever tire of it. Not while there were girls as cute as Holly to play around with, at least.

As if to punctuate that, the Bombshell's breasts finally fell free of her ring gear, bouncing and jiggling and swaying for all to see except for the redhead putting on the show, ironically. Holly's cries of surrender came right before, as if trying to stop it, but the redhead didn't relent, if anything cranking harder on the hold to send them bouncing that much more.

"Now now, don't you remember the rules?" Emily mused, seemingly loosening up on the hold for a moment before thrusting her boot out and releasing it all together to launch the busty Brit away from her altogether. She kipped up to her feet in one smooth motion before striding over to the downed woman, hips swaying with every step.

"I have to accept your surrender, after all, and there are a few things I'd like to do before that~," she finished. Assuming Holly hadn't gotten up yet, the redhead would grab hold of the trailing end of the leash she'd tied Holly's arms with before trying to drag the bombshell to the nearest turnbuckle. If she could get there, Emily would proceed to grab a fistful of that long black hair and pull her up, shoving her back against the turnbuckle while she tied the trailing end of the leash to the buckles, trying to secure a penalty round!

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Holly cried out until her voice started to give, her body trembling in Emily’s grip. Holly looked down to see her full, round breasts on display, wincing as they bounced painfully in front of the packed arena. For a moment, the British Bombshell had forgotten that submitting here didn’t mean she was off the hook, and it was clear that Emily had no intention of letting the match end now, even as humiliating as it would have been.

“AAH!” Holly cried out as Emily planted a kick right upside Holly’s ass, knocking her across the ring like garbage. The Brit whimpered as her breasts squished between her falling body and the mat, and she tried her best to crawl away from her captor. Ass in the air, breasts grinding along the canvas as she squirmed away, struggling with her arms still bound behind her back, Holly knew that there weren’t many times even in her miserable career that she’d looked so totally pathetic!

“P-please,” Holly said, wincing as Emily took her by her long, soft raven hair and used it to yank her body up, “I-I can’t! You win! Please!” The words didn’t seem to have any effect, but Holly felt like she didn’t have a chance in hell of winning this one. Why couldn’t she just quit? Even for the Loser’s Champion, this was a one-sided affair!

“Uhhn, no more, please …” Holly shook her head, unable to offer much resistance but to squirm as Emily tied her to the corner post. Holly shook her head, hair swaying from side to side, her ample breasts bouncing around while she was totally powerless to hide her shame. Emily would have no trouble securing the ‘penalty round’ here. “What are you doing? L-let me go!” Holly begged, eyes wide as she sized up her sadistic opponent, mind trying to fathom what she had just gotten herself into!

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Emily couldn't help a delighted little hum as she secured the begging bombshell to the corner post. There was just enough give for Holly to be moved around, the woman wouldn't be rooted in place, but she was clearly and completely trapped all the same. Even the audience could recognize it, growing louder in anticipation of the first penalty round.

"Did you already forget the rules?" the redhead taunted, planting a quick kiss on Holly's cheek before stepping back, "Now we've got some time to play~"

As if on cue, a three minute timer flashed to life on several displays, flashing a few times before starting to count down.

Deciding against wasting any more time talking, Emily quickly went to work, grabbing hold of the ropes on either side of Holly and closing in for a smoldering kiss, lips sealing against the busty Brit's almost possessively, pushing her back into the turnbuckle to leave her unable to retreat. Her chest pressed up against Holly's, with only Emily's own outfit separating them, their generous bosoms mushrooming out and providing the crowd with another nice view on top of everything else. After several moments of this, however, Emily tightened her grip on the ropes, swung one leg back, and drove it forward with a thunderous knee to Holly's belly!

All the while, she didn't relent in making out with Holly even as she brutally kneed her over and over, pulling on the ropes to add that much more force to each one. Emily was just getting started with this girl, and she definitely had more in store for her soon, but this would certainly make for a neat little appetizer.

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“Wh-what’s going ond?” Holly gasped, struggling against the restraints. Her half-naked body jiggled and bounced as she struggled against the ring post, while her bewildered face struggled to keep up with events. Before long, however, the British Bombshell would realize what was happening: Emily had tied her tightly to the corner, and Holly was now at her mercy for the next three minutes, for the penalty round!

“NO1” Holly cried out, eyes widening. “Nonono, please, no!” Holly shook her head, long raven locks flailing around her head as she begged Emily for mercy. Unfortunately, that was the last thing on the sadistic redhead’s mind, as she got to work on Holly’s helpless body.

“Mmmphmmm!” Holly moaned as Emily’s lips closed over her mouth, cutting off all other protest. Holly’s wide wet eyes looked around the arena in a panic, as Emily locked lips with her. Unable to stop herself crying out, Holly soon found herself smothered out, running out of air as Emily took her breath away with the kiss. “MMMHM!” Holly moaned excitedly as she felt Emily’s chest press against her bare breasts, squishing the soft flesh between them as Emily pressed hard against her. Holly was getting the air ground out of her, even before Emily drove the first knee strike into her belly.

“NNNGH!” Holly groaned loudly as the air was knocked out of her belly. Emily leaned in, making out with the poor British ragdoll, manipulating and molesting Holly even as she pounded her body, leaving Holly winded and breathless as Emily began her ruthless torture of the British Bombshell!

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Despite herself, Emily moaned into the heated kiss in turn, enjoying the taste of the other girl and the feeling of their bodies pressed together. When the knees started coming in, however, a new layer of excitement was piled on, the redhead feeling a familiar thrill racing up her spine as each knee pushed precious air out of the raven-haired woman and into her captor. Hungry for more, Emily pushed Holly's mouth open with her own and deepened the kiss, invading the other woman with her tongue and sampling her much more thoroughly.

Still, they couldn't stay like this forever, not with the time limit on the penalty round, and after a while Emily finally pulled away. The redhead looked upon her foe with a lascivious smirk, licking her lips as she admired the view of Holly, before promptly getting back to work.

"Jeez, look at these things," Emily mused, bringing her hands up under Holly's breasts, cupping them, and lifting slightly, "They must be hell on your back. Surprised your gear wasn't tougher, to be holding these babies in. How about we take some of the weight off?"

With that, Emily groped and kneaded at her foe's chest briefly, before suddenly sinking her hands into the generous swells. The redhead made sure she had a firm grip before lifting Holly up off her feet altogether, her own buttocks flexing with the effort as she held the busty Brit up by her breasts alone!