A New Taste - Victoria vs Bertriz

"Good luck then Vicky." Ironically enough, she had an opening right after those words, resulting in a splitting headache and causing her to flail and writhe away. It was an oddly serpentine motion, as if she was an angry eel that had been dropped onto dry land. She seethed in frustration, not at Victoria but herself. She should've taken the hint that this woman was tougher than her sexual reluctance would've implied.

Shuffling towards to the ropes, she couldn't help but smile at her. If she had to fight for her just desserts, that would make it all the more satisfying. Throwing herself against them, she bounced and flung herself forward... yet on a diagonal path that would take her past Victoria. It looked as if she was going for a clothesline, but she'd try to duck away at the last minute to the ropes behind the blonde. If she was successful, she'd slingshot back, go low, and attempt to go for a rolling charge to take out her legs!

Luck was finally on Victoria's side, and her headbutt managed to send the spaniard slithering off of her. For a moment the blonde just laid there catching her breath, but she knew it would be dangerous to waste too much time.

Victoria then began to pull herself up off the mat, and looked up just in time to see Bertriz charging right toward her! Unaware that this was just a feint, the blonde ducked down a bit and flinched, only for her opponent to fly right by her.

But she was smart enough to suspect another charge would follow, this time with intent to do more than just fake her out. Quickly turning after the spaniard had gone into the ropes behind her, Victoria leapt and sent her right knee directly toward the face of her oncoming opponent. If her hit landed it would also cause Victoria herself some pain, since this was the same leg Bertriz' powerful thighs had constricted on earlier in the match, and she would wince in pain while stumbling down to a knee momentarily.

The whole crowd cringed when Bertriz rolled right into the knee. The impact jolted both of them, jerking her backwards and onto her back and sending a blast-wave of pain up Victoria's striking limb. Crying out in pain, Bertriz was stunned with her centre of attention turning to the throbbing pulse of pain overtaking her forehead.

"Aaahhh... all that pent up frustration is dangerous!" She cried out, her voice as unsteady as her legs. Pushing against the mat, the disoriented ex-dancer would wobbly return to her feet. Her sex-heavy strategy had a disadvantage of lacking stopping power - getting grinded on for a few minutes was rarely if ever as painful as what her opponent did. It might be time to change her approach soon.

Attempting to close in on Victoria, she'd yank her to her feet, grasp an arm, and go for a quick but efficient judo toss over the shoulder, deciding it was her turn to crank the punishment up.

Victoria's knee hit a home run with Bertriz' face, but definitely at a cost. The impact sent an intense wave of pain through her leg, magnifying the damage that had already been done to it. Emitting a brief but sharp cry in reaction, she fell to a knee, wincing in pain and clutching at her knee with her hands.

"Ugh! Come on, Victoria! Get up!" she shouted to herself, knowing she had limited time to take advantage of this golden opportunity. Gritting her teeth, the blonde grunted before beginning to force herself back up to her feet. But sadly for her, she'd already wasted too much time.

She'd hoped to use this chance to go on the offensive, but Bertriz wasn't having any of that at the moment. And just before Victoria could force her way back up, she was instead suddenly yanked to her feet by the spaniard, and then flipped forward over her opponent's shoulder, before landing with an "oomph!" back first on the mat.

Victoria had certainly bought some time, but for the moment it didn't seem to mean as much as she'd hoped, as she was once again prone on the mat and vulnerable to whatever Bertriz had planned for her.

"You don't like to play nice. But I'm fine with that too." Bertriz warned, pulling Victoria up to a sitting position, arms under her's. "I was hoping I could make you go softly into the night... but it's clear you'll need to be softened up yourself."

The slippery woman hooked a leg over Victoria's leg, her foot going beneat her thigh and wrapping over it in a kneeling position. She flexed her thigh as if giving the same leg she'd tortured earlier a reassuring squeeze. It was going to be comfortable and safe trapped under her meaty thigh. With her opponent securely in place, she then grabbed her other leg and yanked it upwards, past her shoulder and its connected arm.

Bertriz then wrapped one arm over the other side of Victoria's neck and the other squeezed the raised leg against the trapped arm and her neck. It was a strange hold, resembling a mix between a rear choke and a stepover hold but done from a sitting position. While both of Victoria's arms were free, the one on the same side as the raised leg was in a very awkward position. With her leg being strained from top to bottom, Bertriz leaning forward and forcing her to bend, it looked excruciating to be caught in.

Victoria had seen a wide and vast multitude of various holds through her many years of training, but the one she was about to experience would be entirely new even to her. Pulled into a sitting position, her aching right leg was trapped by Bertriz' leg, while the left was painfully wrenched upward in a very awkward position. As if that weren't enough, the spaniard also wrapped an arm around the blonde's neck to add a sleeper-like effect to this unique but highly effective hold.

Victoria gasped and choked in pain while attempting to squirm free, but it was clear Bertriz had her securely in the hold, and escaping would likely not be an easy task. Each second piled on the excruciating pain as her body was held bent in this very unnatural position, while the life was systematically being choked out of her, and she soon started to get dizzy from it all.

But there was one glimmer of hope for Victoria, the fact that her arms were free. The left arm's movement was limited, however, because of her leg being stretched up right in front of it. But there was nothing getting in the way of her right arm.

So she threw her right elbow back, intending to slam it into Bertriz' side. But she knew that considering how powerful and toned the spaniard's midsection was, that alone wouldn't be enough to force her to break the hold. And so she would continue repeatedly launching her elbow back, in hopes that sooner or later she would cause her opponent enough pain to make her release the incredibly painful submission hold.

It was satisfying to be in control, whether it was a full body pin or a complex arm lock. The crowd had some doubts she knew how to really wrestle but this unusual hold had most of them reassessing their positions. Victoria's discomfort and seeming helplessness only made her feel more confident and she loved the way she helplessly struggled.

In desperation her elbow dug into Bertriz's side and she cringed, shaking and her grip on the hold beginning to falter. This woman, bigger than her, hit like a gorilla when she was angry. She couldn't afford to keep this hold for long... so she decided to try a new one.

Bertriz would attempt to fall backwards, still holding onto Victoria. If her opponent did not break free, she would wrap both legs around the one she had already restrained. "Wouldn't want to lose control of this suculent gam." she would tease as the American was put in a leg split.

She would then take the already painfully stretched leg wrap her arms around it and her neck, continuing the stretch-split. All the while licking her neck and ear... and what's worse, her flexing thighs were sensually rubbing up and down Victoria's thighs where they were their thickest, aiming to arouse her as they danced near her moist crotch!

For a split second Victoria thought she might've succeeded in freeing herself form another less than favorable situation as Bertriz began to fall back. But almost immediately she'd find that wasn't the case, as her opponent was simply transitioning to a new hold.

Within seconds Victoria found herself on her back with her legs being forced into a split, with one tightly constricted between Bertriz' thighs and the other still being stretched up over her. In addition, the spaniard's tongue moved over the blonde's neck and ear, while her thighs began to grind on her own dangerously close to her crotch.

Loud moans emitted from Victoria's lips, both from pain and pleasure, to the point where it was difficult to distinguish which of the two she was expressing at any given moment. Dealing with pain was one thing, but the amount of arousal Bertriz was causing in her almost made Victoria just want to surrender and let her opponent have her way with her. Even now she wouldn't admit it, but if it weren't for the pain of the hold, Victoria would nearly be in a state of bliss right now. This new feeling was indescribable. Why not simply give in to it?

And she almost did. Amidst her panting and moans, Victoria lifted a hand as if she was about to tap out and surrender. But at the last moment, she somehow instead decided to keep fighting, and balled her hand into a fist before slamming it like a hammer repeatedly onto Bertriz' arm in hopes of making her release Victoria's leg. "Let go of me!"

"Rrrnnnngh...!" If those had been blows aimed at her head, Bertriz might've been out cold but she was thankful it was only for her rather sore arm. This girl wasn't going to go down without a fight and Bertriz knew she needed a way to torture her without being on the receiving end of her blows. Sadly, it would mean releasing this succulent hold. Giving her earlobe a nip one more time, Bertriz obliged. Yet when letting go of her leg, she kicked off of her but, rolling her away. "Now be a good girl~"

She would attempt to quickly close in again if she could and this time grab the blonde's legs. Hopping back, she'd try to drag her across the mat, the force hopefully keeping her back against the floor. If she was successful in retaining her grip, she'd sit down on one leg and raise the other over the shoulder, pushing her crotch dangerously close into Victoria's for a tribbing position.

Victoria gave an involuntary shudder as Bertriz, then limply rolled aside as she was pushed by her foot. Being locked in all these holds, especially with the added sexual effect of each one, was exhausting. Her body was too tired to do anything other than lie there and pant in hopes of gathering her strength, though the spaniard wouldn't give her much time for that.

Only a moment later, Bertriz was on her again, now dragging Victoria across the mat. Once she stopped, the blonde felt her opponent's weight bear down on top of one of her legs while the other was once again stretched over her shoulder. "No! Not again!" she practically begged. She was a pretty athletic and flexible woman, but Bertriz had certainly been pushing the limits of that flexibility. Added to that, Victoria's crotch was now barely an inch or two away from the spaniard's!

"Aaaggghhh!" she moaned in agony as Bertriz stretched her leg out. But her training seemed to pay off, as she saw a potential way out of this situation. The blonde suddenly bucked her hips up, knowing she didn't have nearly enough strength to completely throw Bertriz off of her, but hoping to push the spaniard off her leg just for a brief moment. While doing this, she tried to pull the pinned leg out from beneath her opponent.

If she made it this far, Victoria would then in one motion try to grab one of Bertriz' hands and pull the arm forward while moving both legs to lock them behind the brunette's head and neck put her in a triangle choke. If she succeeded she'd certainly have freed herself from yet another one of her powerful opponent's painful holds. However, a factor she hadn't considered yet was that her hold would put Bertriz' face right in front of her moist womanhood, with only a very thin layer of fabric and a couple inches of space separating them.