2v1 Mixed Doubles v. William Castur

William continued his fruitless effort to try and get free until he was lifted off of his feet and held vertical in the air. "No wait!" He yelled, feeling the blood rush to his head. Nothing he said would prevent his opponents from slamming him down to the mat however. The bartender groaned as he hit the mat hard, bouncing back up a few inches before landing again and staying down. The crowd cheered at the spectacle and even more as Augusta set herself up for what she had planned next.

William lay back on the mat. He was currently seeing stars. It wasn't until Spencer pinned his hands down that he was jolted back to reality. "Nnnng....get off." He mumbled. Finally figuring out what was coming next, the bartender would start to weakly struggle against Spencer. The suplex had taken a lot out of him however and Will was finding it hard to move at all, let alone move Spencer.

Lord Spencer laughed as he looked down on William, even going as far as to shuffle up and let his thighs keep he bartenders hands pinned as she sat on the young wrestlers waist. Hearing his protests he simply shook his head. "Nah I think my sister needs to get involved." Turning to Lady Augusta he spoke, "Hey dear sister, you look tired, maybe you need to take a seat?" The crowd booed and cheered in equal amounts, they knew what was in store

Lady Augusta stepped over William's body facing him and looked down. Her legs were level with his head. "Now. You will know your place, peasant!" She drops to her knees and straddles his face, sitting back and getting comfy. She looked down into the bartenders eyes and smiled nonchalantly. "You realise you lost the match because you are too poor, stupid and  weak to even begin to fight us. We are your superiors!"

The ref girl dropped and raised her hand to count but Lady Augusta waved her off. She wanted to relish this double team and didnt want a count to stop it, at least not yet.

William wanted to reply to Spencer but his attention shifted elsewhere as he saw Augusta standing right over him. His eyes widened for a moment as she descended, knowing he couldn't stop her. "Hey don't...mmphh." The bartender's protests were soon cut off as his opponent sat down on his face and made herself comfortable. He looked up at her, his blushing face buried beneath her.

William would try to shift his head to the side to at least get somewhat more comfortable. As he saw the referee being waved off however, he knew he was in for a long pin. What made it all the worse was that he would have to lay there and listen to Augusta belittle him until she got bored of it.

Lady Augusta squirmed as William tried to escape the smother, inadvertently also nuzzling into her. "Oh you disgusting little pervert, you are actually enjoying this!? Dear brother, he is actually trying to nuzzle at me, like a common dog!"

Lord Spencer laughed aloud and had done his part in this, and could enjoy the show. Lady Augusta was nowhere near done with the bartender and decided to fold her arms in a show of how easy she was pinning William. "Referee, count this pig out!" The ref girl dropped as instructed and slapped the canvas for ONE!

Meanwhile she was doing her best to keep talking, namely to taunt William as he had his mouth and nose covered. "Hopefully next time you will think twice. Imagine what your friends and family are thinking now? You laying there helpless with me sat on your face. How humiliating!"

While he was struggling in vain to get free, William had ended up rubbing himself against Augusta in an embarrassing manner. Her comments were only making things worse for the bartender. He certainly hadn't meant to do anything dirty nor was he the one who put himself into this situation.

Augusta seemed to have Will pinned quite easily however that was probably due to Spencer making sure to keep him held down. The bartender couldn't even respond to his foe's taunts due to the smother. His face was pressed firmly against Augusta's ass and he could feel the lack of fresh air getting to him. Will's eyes began to flutter.

"TWO!" The referee shouted, slamming their hand against the mat one more time. The bartender's struggles were dying down. He could tell that he was beat and would just try and wait for that one more long second to pass before the match was finished.

"Oh how pathetic you are, I have had enough of you. I don't want to even see you again!" Lady Augusta proclaimed as she sat on the poor bartenders face in this humiliating smother. She made good on her comment and shut her thighs together, burying William and smooshing his face as a final insult. By this time, Lord Spencer had let go of their rival and got up off him leaving his sister to get the final count.

Lady Augusta flicked her hair back and seemed more intent on her appearance than the plight of her victim. The ref girl finally slapped for the count of THREE and Lady Augusta shuffled back still sat astride William's neck in a tight schoolgirl pin.

"Ugh you look sweaty! How uncooth! Is that how all your poor people look? Now admit you are weaker and lower than us and I will let you go back to whatever poor wretched life you have!"

"...mpphhh..." Will groaned weakly in protest. His vision went black as Augusta squeezed her thighs together and smushed his face. The bartender lay there, completely humiliated , as the referee finally counted to three.

William was finally able to take a deep breath as Augusta slid back. He would be kept trapped in place in a schoolgirl pin however, unable to get free. He looked up at her, a grimace on his face. He would resume squirming, trying to throw his opponent off of him. He frowned as Augusta continued to chastise him. "Ugh...can you just get off already? ...You already won." He tried to explain, eager to just leave. Regardless he wasn't about to admit to anything, especially not to Augusta.

Lady Augusta was not impressed with WIlliam and his reluctance to admit defeat. She remained sat on him, her now damp crotch of her riding jodhpurs against his chin. "Yes I did win. We won. You are nothing!" She decided she had better things to do than to humiliate the bartender and got up off him but not before she shuffled forward and bounced her round firm bottom off his face. As she stood next to her brother, Lord Spencer, the boo's rained down, feeding their ego's even more

"Come dear brother, let's leave these common people to their boring jobs, bland food and awful unskilled wrestling!" Her words giving a last jab to William who had been thoroughly humiliated in this match.