Blanco Sombre and Holly Matheson vs. S+M - Ménage à Quatre

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine stepped back and let Holly came down for a crash, looking on as the poor woman spilled out. It was a nasty fall, but nothing she couldn't recover from, given time. The time that, sadly, Blanco did not have to spare. ”Apologies.” She brought her face into the Briton’s vision, making sure she could be seen before giving an unapologetic wave and walking away. ”I could not resist.”

Back in the ring, Blanco wasn’t the only one confused. From Morrigan’s perspective, it looked as if Holly had fallen off the apron for no reason at all, when the way to making a tag was clear. She’d fully expected him to make his escape, there, but the luchadore was left high and dry instead. Alone, aloof, and oh-so exploitable.

Poor, poor man. ”You’re all mine, fucker.”

The Morrigan gripped the ropes, pulled up to her feet, and came stomping across the ring, closing in on him with a focused fury. The first step was getting him away from the corner, which she elected to do in the most forceful way possible. She came in from behind as he started to rise, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a wrathful sleeperhold, squeezing him tight as she jerked his body about like a terrier with a chew toy, pulling him back towards her corner all the while. ”Walking out on me, Blanco? Come on, that’s not how you treat a lady!”

[Luncha_Libre]

“Awwh, bloody hell!” Holly gasped, fingers kneading her aching breasts as she writhed about on the floor. “Oh, my boobs! What happened …?” Holly’s questions were cut off when she managed to look up and see Sabine, looming over her with a grin. The pieces adding up, Holly let out a miserable moan as it sank in that she’d been tricked, and her attempt to save the match was utterly thwarted. Moaning again as she rolled over, Holly kicked the floor mats with her boots, trying to push back enough pain that she could get herself up, before it was too late.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Blanco wasn’t doing much better. The luchador had landed hard, knocking the wind out of himself. Blanco planted his palms on the mat, trying to get some air back in his lungs before trying once again to peel himself off the canvas … only for Morrigan to be on top of him, ready to do the work of that for him!

“AAAACK!” Blanco gagged, as her powerful arm clenched down on his neck! Blanco thrashed helplessly against Morrigan, arms flailing as she yanked him back toward the corner. Blanco gagged as his slender body squirmed against her, unable to get free. He kicked pathetically, getting dragged to the corner with no way to escape. Blanco shook his head, groaning in protest, finally grasping Morrigan’s arm to try to peel her off … or at least create enough space that she wasn’t completely strangling him!

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine took a little longer getting around the corner than absolutely necessary, hanging back to make sure that Holly wasn’t hurt too bad. While she certainly seemed to be in a good deal of pain, it didn’t seem like anything she couldn't recover from, if given enough time. Regretful, but necessary, and it would keep her away from Blanco for a fair bit of time. She would fine.

Her partner, however, would not be able to say the same. The Morrigan dragged him back, ragdolling about the ring as she widened the gap between him and Holly, erasing the progress he’d fought so hard to make. However, she was still aching from his little escape from before and couldn't keep it under control as much as she’d like. He pulled at her arm, and his sweat made it difficult to maintain the grip. He was going to get free, nothing she could do about it.

He wanted out? She’d let him out. But not without a toll.

Morrigan abruptly let go of the hold, slapped him on the back, and then dashed away from his as far as her legs could carry her, moving with a speed that you rarely saw in her weight class. She hit the ropes, bounced off, and came towards him with a full head of steam, her hair flying back as she ran, a manic grin on her face and a wild glint in her bad eye.

She moved in, leaped up, and tried to ram her knee into Blanco’s head with a higher version of a move she’d attempted the last time they met - Lights Out.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaaugh,” Blanco groaned, as Morrigan released the hold. She let him go, and Blanco staggered away. He fell to one knee, gasping for air. Shoulders heaving, the luchador coughed and struggled for breath. The dominatrix had battered him, she and her partner had worked him over, nearly to his breaking point, and now it was a struggle just to breathe. Blanco shook his head, moaning in pain. He could hear Morrigan on the move, knew she wasn’t going to be off his back for long. If he could just get a second to breathe …

The last time they’d fought, Morrigan had tried to take Blanco’s head off with the running knee strike, her Lights Out. In that encounter, Blanco had twisted out of the way at the last second, possibly a match-deciding counter. This time, however, he’d been so completely worked over, exhausted, humiliated, even aroused, that he had no chance. Looking up just in time to see the knee strike hurtling at him, Blanco didn’t have a chance!

“UUGHNN!!” Blanco let out a wild cry of pain as Morrigan’s knee rocked his skull and snapped his head back. Blanco’s body shot upright for a moment, his lean figure seeming to hang in mid-air for a moment before he fell flat on his back. Arms spread to his sides, knees in the air, he lay there staring at the arena lights. Blanco’s broad chest rose and fell as he fought to breathe, before lifting his arms to drape them over his splitting head.

At ringside, Holly was just starting to pull herself up to the apron, still hugging her aching bosom. Trying to shake it off, she looked up into the ring, and her eyes widened in horror …

[BlackAkuma]

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Sabine hopped back up on the apron just in time to watch her partner’s knees crash into Blanco’s skull, filling the ring with the horrifying sound of bone crashing against bones. It was painful to watch, and she could only imagine how much it would be for the man himself to have all the weight collide against his skull at such a high velocity. It dropped him and left him sprawled out, a wrecked, destroyed mess of a man.

But not unconscious. More the pity for him.

The Morrigan let out an orgasmic, triumphant laugh as he went down, arching her back and pounding her chest. She dropped down to her knee after the primal display, going for a pin, until a whistle from Sabine stopped her. She looked back her way to see her partner’s knowing smirk, and then it clicked - she’d forgotten that this wasn’t a regular match, caught in the heat of the moment. There could only be a submission on their first victim.

Luckily for her, she had the perfect tool for the job. She leaned over, just far enough for her face to fill Blanco’s vision. ”Mine. All mine.”

The Morrigan reached down, moved between his legs, grabbed one of them, and pulled it over her shoulder and she went up to one knee, pulling at the limb, bending it, twisting it with a brutal Stretch Muffler, a finishing maneuver she called the Agony Matrix. That would’ve been painful enough on its lone, as her brutal strength made the hold agonizing to endure, but doing so also left her with a free arm, and she knew precisely what to do with it.

Her hand slipped into his trunks, found his hard-on, and began to pump, pump, pump away - not so fast that he would blow his load, but enough to bring him to the edge, right to the edge, before she cranked the hold and let it settle. Pleasure, then pain, then fun again, trapping Blanco in a hell of teasing torture, ruining his mind and body at the same time. All while she laughed and laughed, a vile sound that only the crowd’s jeers could drown out. ”Scream for me, bitch! Scream!”

[Luncha_Libre]

“Fuuuck …” Blanco moaned, trying to roll over, shaking his head. Blanco tensed, trying to gather some strength as he knew Morrigan was going in for a pin … until she didn’t, and Blanco realized it was going to be a hell of a lot worse than that.

“N-no, no …” Blanco shook his head, trying to wave Morrigan off as the Irish woman took him by the leg and pulled it up over her neck. The move was brutal, one he had used before himself. One that he had no doubt the larger, more dominant woman could apply much more cruelly than he could! Turning over, spine cranked at a horrible angle, Blanco was twisted helplessly into the agony matrix!

“EEEEEYAAAAAAAAH!” Blanco did scream for Morrigan, his body wracked in unbelievable pain! Eyes open wide in shock and misery, Blanco was easily controlled and dominated in Morrigan’s grip. He was helpless, powerless against her, and she took full advantage of that to do whatever she wanted with him … which included going low.

“Ooh, no, nonono,” Blanco moaned, as Morrigan reached into his trunks. His manhood, still raging hard, wouldn’t be hard to find in his tiny trunks and wasn’t exactly hiding. With a single motion, Morrigan had his member popped out of his trunks and was massaging it roughly. Blanco tensed and twitched in her grip, putting on a show and cementing her control over the suffering man. Entire body tensing, feeling the pressure build, Blanco placed his arms over the back of his head to try and hide at least some of his shame, as futile an effort as that was.

“Aaaaaauggghhh …” Blanco cried out, trying to resist both the urge to tap out and to blow his load. Right now, Morrigan was putting him on humiliating display, having her way with him and belittling him in front of the entire arena … and his partner!

“No!” Holly cried out, watching in horror from ringside. Her eyes were glued to the action in the ring, white-knuckling the top rope. Shaking her head in disbelief, Holly couldn’t even bring herself to rush the ring and try to make a save, she was simply frozen in horror.

“Oooh, God … Uuughh, aaaaaarrrrghh!!” Blanco cried out, body tense and suffering. He shook his head. This wasn’t a match, anymore. This wasn’t wrestling … Blanco was out of his element, and reduced to something much less than the fiery luchador he usually was, in the ring. Reduced to a pathetic toy, a screaming, crying mess in the middle of the ring, Blanco realized there was nothing left in him. It was over. Tears in his eyes, body on the verge of breaking, Blanco reached out, and started slapping the ring in submission!

“I give up!” Blanco cried out, between screams. “I give up, please! Please, I give!”

[BlackAkuma]

In Blanco’s defense, he put up a fight. Far more than most men would have in such a situation. The Morrigan wasn’t merely a dangerous fighter, but a passionate lover, one with no small amount of experience when it came to working away at a man’s pride. Even in the relatively short time that Sabine had known her, she’d seen the Irishwoman reduce grown men to tears on a number of occasions, crumbling them to dust between her fingers. She had an innate sense of what they could and couldn't take, what spots to hit and where to avoid, when to pull back and when to throttle forward. The moment she grabbed hold of his manhood, it was over.

He endured. He tried to fight. He did the best he could to maintain his honor. In the end, however, there was one and only one way for this to end.

Surrender. Unequivocal and undeniable.

”No, no!” The Morrigan’s laughs grew even louder as the referee stepped to the side and called for the bell, issuing the first fall of the match. ”That’s not the safeword, remember?” Her pace picked up. ”Let me hear, let me-”

”That’s enough.”

The Morrigan’s ministrations came to end as Sabine stepped into the ring, tightening her gloves as she went. Blanco had submitted, he was done - as fun as it might have been to continue, they would abide by the rules of their matchup. Her partner glared at her for a moment, but that was the extent of it - she released Blanco and stepped back, giving him space.

While Sabine could’ve gone on the attack and dragged Holly in, she held back, standing at the center of the ring, watching her opponents as Morrigan moved around behind her. This was now, officially, a two-on-one match, a daunting situation for any wrestler, let alone for one with a fraught history like hers. She was curious to see how the Briton would proceed.

”I’ll give you one minute to prepare, Holly.” She tapped her wrist. ”Then we proceed, whether you’re ready or not.”

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaaaughh …” Blanco moaned in misery. Debased, humiliated, pushed near his breaking point in more ways than one, Blanco let out a loud groan when Morrigan finally did dump his body to the mat. He rolled to his back, laid out. Chest heaving, Blanco stared in miserable humiliation at the arena lights. Splayed out, manhood still out at full height, he couldn’t think of a more humiliating ending he could have suffered, in this match.

Holly finally managed to get into the ring, falling to her knees at Blanco’s side. “Ohh, no …” Holly whimpered, placing one hand on Blanco’s chest while the other was clasped over her mouth. “Poor mister, let’s get you out of here …”

Before she could make a retreat to try and salvage some of Blanco’s battered pride, however, Sabine was in the ring making demands … the bout wasn’t over yet.
“What?” Holly asked, looking to the official. The referee shrugged, reiterating that the rules of the match made it an elimination bout. The match wasn’t over yet … in fact, far from it.

“No, no way …” Holly gasped, shaking her head. She shook Blanco’s chest, trying to get him off his back, but that wasn’t happening.

“S-sorry, missus, I’m done,” Blanco moaned, trying and failing to get himself off the mat. The ref moved in, starting to roll Blanco toward the edge of the ring. Holly watched in horror as Blanco’s body was dumped over the ide of the ring, where he would lie in recovery.

“This is so unfair …” Holly whimpered, wishing she did a better job reading the contracts sent to her by LAW management. “You can’t be serious! I just … I mean …” Holly groaned, and pushed her bangs away from her face.

Holly took a deep breath and stood to her full height. The British Bombshell looked at Sabine nervously, swallowing hard. Holly’s chest swelled as she took one more deep breath, lifted her arms up to ready for a lock up, and tried to ready herself to defend herself for the coming round.

[BlackAkuma]

It made for a truly harrowing scene, like something out of a horror movie. An oddly erotic horror move, but nonetheless.

There was Holly, the hapless heroine, standing in front of two absolute beasts. S+M weighed about 400 pounds combined, daunting foes for any tag team in LAW. They were not a pair to be taken lightly, let alone one against two. Holly, on the other hand, was around 160 pounds, and while Sabine would not call the woman unattractive or overweight by any means, she was by no means the picture of athleticism. Add a far less-than-stellar record onto that, and destruction was assured.

She could have run away. There was no forcefield keeping her in the ring, no chains on her ankles, only an agreement on paper. It would not be the first time a wrestler lost by forfeit, and it would spare her the trial that was about to come. Most would have done the same in her position.

But that would’ve abandoned Blanco and left him alone to their whims. So she would stay, so she would fight.Valiant, noble, brave. Sabine could admire that.

She was going to have her way with the Briton all the same, but she could admire it.

As Holly prepared to fight, Sabine pressed a hand to Morrigan’s chest and gave her a light push, bidding her back. ”You’ve had your fun. Indulge me for a moment.”

The Morrigan just shrugged it off and stepped back to the corner, leaning up against the post and taking a second to catch her breath. ”Yeah, need a rest, anyway. Go wild, have fun.”

Sabine winked back at her partner, then started to move in on Holly, but she wasn’t content to simply walk over. She tossed her hat off as she approached, letting it fly to the outside, and her brilliant red hair unfurled behind, pouring down her back and covering it like a blanket. She rolled her shoulders in simple motions, and the straps revealed her entire chest, letting her proud breasts spilled free, exposing them in all their radiant glory. While it was far from the first time this crowd had seen nudity, they all gasped as Sabine’s visage changed as well, taking on something wilder, more dangerous, and more primal than the controlled gentlewoman they’d seen before - the true Sabine had come out to face Holly.

She moved in, raced her arms, and locked up with Holly, starting with a strong push and adding more power with each second. ”Let us begin.”

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly sized up both of her opponents nervously, knowing that she was in this alone, now. Her heart was racing, threatening to pound out of her ample chest. Holly’s eyes opened wide as Sabine’s bust spilled free of her top, intimidating Holly even at her own impressive cleavage. Holly raised her arms, bit her lip, and stepped in to ready for a lock up with Sabine. The British Bombshell tried to keep her eyes up top, focus on Sabine’s face, to try and keep herself from getting completely psyched out by the dominatrix’s impressive display in front of her …

Meanwhile, Blanco lay in a defeated heap on the ring floor. The only thing he could manage to do was drape an arm over his face, trying to hide some of his shame. However, Blanco was still reduced to a battered wreck on the floor, his spent body splayed out, his still-hard manhood pulled out for the entire world to see. Blanco moaned, knowing that he had failed. Not only had he been defeated by his opponents, but he’d left Holly alone with them. The buxom Brit had relied on her man to keep her safe from the two women in the ring, only for him to be completely wrecked by the two of them and his body dumped to the outside. Holly was completely alone, and there was nothing he could do about it …

“Let’s go!” Holly shouted, trying to pump herself up as she lunged in to lock up with Sabine. The British grappled went into an elbow and collar tie up. She slapped a hand on the back of Sabine’s neck to try and take control. Her other hand gripped the arm. Holly tried to push back against Sabine, to resist her advances. However, the entire time she did, Holly’s eyes kept darting downward. Holly’s advance would stop, if she thought her bust was about to brush up against Sabine’s. Holly tried to maintain distance while pressing forward, a contradiction that did her no favors.

"No, noo ..." Holly whimpered, as Sabine pushed her toward the ropes. The redhead was in full control, and Holly's face betrayed that she knew it. Shaking her head as if she could protest it, Holly knew she was in for a rough night ...