“I can’t believe I’m going to win,” Bilson thought as she looked down at her foe. Rachel rolled Olivia onto her back and plotted her next move. She decided to implement a leg scissor, despite the fact that her lesser height wouldn’t allow for the most leverage. Undaunted, she wrapped her short legs around Olivia’s neck, synching it in. If there was any chance that Wilde was still conscious, this would put her out for good.
Being a consistent victim had one upside, that being an intimate knowledge of what hurts and what doesn’t. A leg scissor can be draining, as it’s essentially someone’s gams squeezing together around an opponent’s neck and draining them of precious oxygen. On the other hand, a leg scissor can be easily escapable when rules don’t matter. Everything from biting to wedgies can be used to break free, and are wonderful desperation tactics.
However, a leg scissor combined with some form of distraction prevents the opponent from even formulating the idea to fight back. Rachel’s position was such that she couldn’t reach Olivia’s bikini bottoms, or else she would have raised havoc with her wandering fingers. She was, however, in perfect position for a little first base action.
Rachel heard Olivia start to groan, so she squeezed her legs tighter. “Aww, I’m sorry, what were you saying about how you’re mine?” she asked as she shifted her legs from side to side. “Looks like you’re all mine,” she said as she began to reach forward. “You’re all mine, and your body’s all mine. I’m going to make you submit and then I’m going to sit on your little movie star face, and then they’ll have no choice but to make me a star as well. But first, I want to make sure they’ll stop casting you because of your disgusting boobs.”
Bilson reached forward and grabbed onto Olivia’s silver bikini top. She gave a few quick tugs on the straps before she was able to remove the garment entirely, leaving Wilde topless. Rachel then latched onto Olivia’s exposed, tanned breasts, squeezing her prize as hard as her tiny hands would allow.
Olivia let out a howl as her tits were being manhandled, but there was nothing she could do. With her air running thin, every gasp of pain from Rachel’s tit torture was rapidly depleting what was left in her lungs. She grabbed at Bilson’s wrists, but her strength was so sapped that she couldn’t even break the weaker girl’s grasp. Olivia was helpless and on the brink of suffering her most humiliating loss ever.
“I don’t get what the big deal is,” Rachel said as she now turned her attention to Wilde’s nipples. “Mine are WAY better than these things,” she added as she squeezed Olivia’s tender nips. “You still awake, whore?” Bilson asked, jiggling Olivia’s breast like she was shaking dust off of a pillow.
Olivia looked up at her captor with hate in her eyes as she resumed trying to free her head from Rachel’s vice grip. She shook her head back and forth, hoping to wriggle free, but all it did was increase the rustling sound as her hair rubbed against the front of Rachel’s bikini bottoms. “It’s no use,” she thought, though she kept shaking her head.
The shaking did little to free her head, but the friction of her skull pressed against Rachel’s womanhood didn’t go unnoticed by the brunette. Bilson tried to ignore the sensation between her legs, but the more Olivia shook, the more aroused Rachel became. She focused her attention on Olivia’s breasts, but the crushing claw slowly morphed into a knead, as Rachel began to massage Wilde’s chest.
Not sure what was going on, Olivia stopped her turning. As soon as the friction was gone, Rachel’s caress once again became a vicious clench. Wilde was confused again, until she realized the effect she was having on Bilson. Olivia abandoned her attempt to pry her head loose and focused what was left of her energy on rubbing her head against Rachel’s crotch.
The move was humiliating but effective, as Olivia felt Rachel’s legs slowly start to pulse in rhythm with her skull. Bilson again shifted from a breast claw to a breast massage as she slowly rubbed Olivia’s hard nipples with the palms of her hands. Try as she might, she couldn’t avoid the feeling of ecstasy, and against her will she let out a tiny moan.
The leg scissor started to loosen as Rachel’s bikini bottoms became increasingly more slick. She moved her left hand off of Olivia’s chest and put it on Wilde’s forehead, jamming her hair deeper and deeper into her womanhood. Then, just as she felt she was getting close to the edge, her leg had a spasm and a hole quickly opened up for Wilde.
Olivia slipped free from the scissor, catching the nearly enraptured Bilson off guard. Once Wilde was out, she quickly hopped to her feet. Rachel, still in her seated position, was far too aroused to really understand what was going on. She saw Olivia standing over her, a topless vision of tanned perfection, and then she saw Olivia’s foot heading for her head.
The kick connected with the side of Rachel’s cheek, sending her crashing straight down to the mat. Olivia rubbed her sore breast as she examined the downed Bilson, plotting her revenge. She grabbed a handful of Rachel’s hair and pulled her to her feet. “You should have learned your place by now,” Olivia hissed.
Wilde scooped Bilson up for a bodyslam, but not before parading her limp body around the ring. She carried Rachel to one of the turnbuckles and slammed her back into the metal, all the while keeping her dangling in her arms. Olivia then moved to the second corner, again ramming Bilson’s petite frame into the unforgiving buckle. She repeated this with the third and fourth corners, each time bringing about a shriek of pain from the trapped girl. Finally, she walked to the center of the ring and slammed Rachel down to the mat.
Bilson groaned in pain as she grabbed at her aching back. Olivia wasted little time as she climbed to the top turnbuckle, a rare feat for her. She quickly found her balance and then leapt off the top rope, crashing down with an elbow to the center of Rachel’s chest. The force of the blow felt like it caved in Rachel’s ribs as she gasped in pain.
Olivia again hauled Rachel to her feet before whipping her into the ropes. As Rachel careened back towards her, Wilde caught her with a spinning elbow to the face. Again, Rachel’s body went flying to the canvas. Oliva was now putting on a clinic, hoping to demonstrate that but for a blindside she would have dominated from the beginning.
