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

[BlackAkuma]

In all fairness, it wasn’t the worst lockup Sabine had ever been in. Technically sound, at least, even if Holly didn’t seem to want to commit fully. She was far from the most muscular woman she had ever tangled with, but not a weakling, and it took an actual amount of force to push her back toward the ropes. There was a genuine struggle.

But Sabine was pushing her back. This was undeniable, and the look on Holly’s face made it clear that she knew it. ”What keeps you going, Holly?” She gained a step. ”Pride? Honor?” And another step. ”You know this is futile. You know where this leads. What drives you?”

Sabine backed her to the ropes and threw her whole body against her, pressing her full length along the Briton’s bombshell body. For one, fiery instant, their chests met and mingled, their legs tangled, their hips ground against each other. The German’s hot breath washed over her face and her mouth closed in, lips parted, opening for a kiss…

It would never come. Sabine pulled back at the last moment, grabbed Holly by the head, spun about, and pulled her over her shoulder with a snapmare, dumping her right on her backside. She kept ahold of her, only to ensure that she would stay sitting up long enough to take a soccer kick in the back, slicing into her spine.

The Morrigan watched the whole thing from her perch on the turnbuckle, only taking the occasional break to watch Blanco wallow. ”You know what I think? I think she likes it.” She looked over with a knowing smile, as if they were sharing secrets. ”She might put up a front, but she’s in heaven, right now. Humiliation fetish. Super common.”

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nnnghh …” Holly moaned as her back was pressed into the ropes. “N-not … going to analyze me …” The British Bombshell squirmed against the ropes, which she felt digging into her back as Sabine pressed her into them. Holly looked side to side, hoping she could see an escape route. However, the dominatrix had her pinned to the ropes, and Holly’s options were few. All she could think to do was take a deep, chest-swelling breath and try to brace for the worst.

“HHHHHNGH!” Holly groaned as Sabine’s body slammed into her. She felt her breasts smushed against Sabine’s ample chest, her legs tucked between her own. Holly squirmed and writhed against her, trying to struggle against her, but the move winded her. Holly opened her eyes and was shocked to see Sabine just inches from her lips, not touching but still making Holly gasp …

“OOF!” Holly grunted as she was snapped back to reality by a snapmare that planted her on her round ass in the center of the ring! Then, the soccer kick to her spine rocked her body!

“AAAARGH!” Holly screamed in pain. Eyes wide in shock and pain, Holly’s back arched, thrusting her bust forward. Her arms stretched to the side as she tried to cope with the pain, Holly slowly rolled to her side while gasping for air. She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. Whether she was shaking her head in misery at her pain or to try and deny her opponents’ assessment of her, however, it was hard to tell …

[BlackAkuma]

While the crowd often reveled in this sort of thing, they had grown noticeably quieter as it dragged on and the hopelessness of Holly’s situation was made all too clear. While some enjoyed the sight of the busty woman getting beat around the ring, other sat in uncomfortable silence, and others still began to boo and jeer, hoping against hope that their heroine could make some kind of comeback.

They were all distant noise to Sabine, a faint sound to be ignored. She stalked around the fallen Holly as she sobbed, hands on hips, punctuating her every step with a proud sway. Her hair flowed behind her like the capof a conquering warrior queen.

She stepped over her fallen foe, one foot on either side, then sunk to sit astride her waist. She looked down at her prey with a curious stare as if she didn't quite comprehend what she saw, then leaned forward. Her brilliant strands slipped over her shoulders and came down around Holly’s face, covering them in shadow - their little private meeting place.

”You can end this, Holly.” She planted soft kisses along the Briton’s cheek and pressed their chests against each other, letting her freed pairs slide and roll wherever they willed. ”Just give in. Tell me you submit. Don’t fight back and just let it happen. Wouldn’t that be so much easier?”

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly’s pretty face was stretched into a grimace as she writhed in pain on the mat. Pressing her arm into her lower back, Holly’s deep breaths tried to get air back in her lungs while she failed to roll back up to her feet. Holly winced, hearing the crowd’s reaction mixed between wanting the British Bombshell to get up, rally and fight back … and those that wanted to watch Sabine turn her into a chew toy right in the middle of the ring.

“Ah!” Holly gasped as Sabine mounted her. Holly peered up at Sabine’s face as the redhead came down on her, pressing flesh against flesh as the two women met, chest to chest. Holly looked up in fear as Sabine insisted she could just give in and let this happen. Holly’s face flushed almost as red as Sabine’s hair, all the way down to her upper chest. Biting her lip, Holly shook her head in petulant protest. She wasn’t finished yet. Not already, not when she had barely been able to fight. Even if it was two on one now, Holly couldn’t let herself give up without a fight!

“Rrrrrrgghh!!” Holly let out a loud growl as she rolled over, and braced her head against the mat. The Brit dug deep, took a breath that pressed the soft flesh of her breasts even tighter against Sabine’s, and dug her boots into the mat. With great effort, Holly bucked her hips upward and went into a bridge to push Sabine off, dismounting the woman and kicking out of the near pinfall she was in!

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine rocked her hips as she rode Holly, enjoying the feeling of their intertwined body. She bit her lips and moaned as the woman struggled underneath her, savoring every contact - the Briton had a fantastic body; no one could deny her that. Perhaps not in the best shape of her life, but it was still a figure most women would’ve loved to reach, and the thought of pressing against it, sliding along it, ripping this bodice apart and exploring her fully…

It was an intoxicating image, and Sabine savored the prospect. Thinking the deal sealed, she leaned forward with open lips, believing herself on the cusp of whittling away at Holly’s resistance.

But the woman caught her off guard for one, bucking hard and throwing Sabine off, forcing her to roll away. She pushed up to her feet straight away and threw her hair back, making sure the wild glint in her eyes was seen. ”So, that’s how you would prefer things, is it?” She flexed her fingers and moved back towards Holly. ”Very well.”

Sabine charged in with a long stride as Holly rose, going straight for the attack this time. She brought her leg up and shot it out, looking to hit Holly in the chest with her heel and send her reeling towards the nearest corner - where Morrigan was sitting on top of the turnbuckle, waiting with her legs spread wide. If she happened to get close enough, the Irishwoman’s legs would wrap around her neck from behind, catching her in a tight headscissor.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was gasping and breathless as she forced Sabine to get off of her, forcing her to breathe heavy and get up on shaky, unsteady legs. Flushed with effort and the humiliation of being used as a glorified hump-toy in the center of the ring yet again, Holly got up and stumbled around in a circle as she fought to get back into the fight. Sabine, however, wasn’t going to let her have that chance.

“NO!” Holly cried out, as Sabine rose with a boot and slammed it into her heaving bust! “AARGH!” Holly cried out as an ample breast was squished beneath the boot, forcing her backward. Already shaky, Holly stumbled back, arms flailing pathetically as she tried to get herself under control. Finally, her back hit the corner turnbuckle, making her bounce off. Holly shook her head, seemingly forgetting that this was a tag match … and Holly had landed in unfriendly territory, bracing herself against her opponent’s corner of the ring, where Morrigan was waiting for her!

“No!” Holly gasped, as Morrigan’s legs kicked up and over and clamped down around her throat! Holly pumped her legs, bouncing and kicking as she struggled against the hold. Holly squinted in pain, thrashing and writhing between Morrigan’s strong thighs, desperately trying to figure out how to get herself free!

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan’s legs clapped around Holly’s neck, her ankles clasped, and she began to pour on the pressure, grinding away at the Briton’s skull with pounding pressure. She did this sort of thing with her clients all the time - wrestled them down, put the thighs on them, then whistled away the time as she ground them to dust between her legs. A little tensing, a shifting the legs, digging into her skin with the fishnets.

”Forget about me?” She leaned forward, just far enough to appear on the edge of Holly’s vision so that she could see the devilish grin. [color=#80000FF]”Now, what was all that stuff you were saying before? About teaching us a ‘thing or two’.”[/color]

Sabine approached as Holly withered in the hold, getting her head snapped back and forth, her face nearly engulfed by the Irishwoman’s thighs. She was about to learn that those weren’t her only problems, however - no, Sabine was of a mind to compound her suffering.

She took a moment to tighten her gloves, then moved in with fists drawn. Dipping low, she rose with two stiff shots, uppercuts that hammered into Holly’s soft stomach, punishing blows meant to knock out what little air she had left from the choking. The referee moved in and started a count, but it would hardly matter - five seconds in a corner with this sort of punishment might as well have been five minutes.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nngh!” Holly grunted, as Morrigan’s thighs ground down on her neck. “N-not … fair …!” Holly whimpered, as she continued to buck and kick her legs. Holly hung from where Morrigan strangled her, her body going increasingly limp as her fighting proved utterly useless. Holly could feel the fishnets grinding into her skin, making her feel even more desperate and afraid.

“HHNN!” Holly got snapped back to reality by Sabine’s fists smashing into her belly! Holly whimpered as the air was knocked out of her lungs, knowing she couldn’t draw it back. Holly’s soft belly was a perfect punching bag for Sabine, her arms flopping to her sides and her legs going limp as Holly took her beating. Dangling there, Holly could feel the tears spill over her cheeks as she took a pounding from Sabine.

Peering through tear-strained eyes, Holly looked for anyone who could save her. The referee was useless, counting too slowly to help. Blanco was utterly destroyed, laid out on the floor in a humiliated, emasculated wreck. Holly was all alone, her body belonging completely to the two dominatrixes that were pounding her from every angle. Holly tried to shake her head, squirming what little she could in Morrigan’s grip. However, the powerful Irish woman wouldn’t give her an inch, those strong thighs clamped down tight, leaving Holly red-faced and useless as Sabine’s fists knocked her body around and left her a whimpering, pathetic mess!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nngh!” Holly grunted, as Morrigan’s thighs ground down on her neck. “N-not … fair …!” Holly whimpered, as she continued to buck and kick her legs. Holly hung from where Morrigan strangled her, her body going increasingly limp as her fighting proved utterly useless. Holly could feel the fishnets grinding into her skin, making her feel even more desperate and afraid.

“HHNN!” Holly got snapped back to reality by Sabine’s fists smashing into her belly! Holly whimpered as the air was knocked out of her lungs, knowing she couldn’t draw it back. Holly’s soft belly was a perfect punching bag for Sabine, her arms flopping to her sides and her legs going limp as Holly took her beating. Dangling there, Holly could feel the tears spill over her cheeks as she took a pounding from Sabine.

Peering through tear-strained eyes, Holly looked for anyone who could save her. The referee was useless, counting too slowly to help. Blanco was utterly destroyed, laid out on the floor in a humiliated, emasculated wreck. Holly was all alone, her body belonging completely to the two dominatrixes that were pounding her from every angle. Holly tried to shake her head, squirming what little she could in Morrigan’s grip. However, the powerful Irish woman wouldn’t give her an inch, those strong thighs clamped down tight, leaving Holly red-faced and useless as Sabine’s fists knocked her body around and left her a whimpering, pathetic mess!

[BlackAkuma]

”Life’s not fair. Sorry.” The Morrigan gave Holly a hard pat on the head. ”Would’ve thought you’d figured that out by now.”

Indeed, this was a fine demonstration of that maxim. Holly would’ve been hard-pressed to take either of them on alone, but together, this was nothing more than a mauling, like watching two lioness’ run down a gazelle. The crowd’s disapproval grew stronger with every punch that Sabine landed, but they only seemed to fuel her, making her hit harder, sink her punches in deep, up the brutality.

At the end of it all, Holly was a lifeless wreck, barely hanging on as the referee raised her hand for the final count. The Morrigan unclasped her legs at the last possible second, and the Briton would’ve likely fallen flat if Sabine wasn’t waiting with open arms to catch her. But that wasn’t all she intended to do.

Sabine took her opponent’s mouth in a wild, heated kiss, pressing their lips together and embracing her like they were the closest of lovers. Though it would only last a few seconds, she poured no small amount of passion into the short time, plunging her tongue into the Briton’s mouth and exploring it, caressing her with a feral hunger. Her moans echoed down Holly’s throat and she pulled in tight, mashing their chests together.

A brief moment of pleasure, followed by pain - Sabine broke the kiss, only to wrap her arms around Holly’s waist, lift her up, and send the woman flying back to the center of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex.