Handicap match Laura "mama heel" Grayson and Sandy Crosswire vs Anastasia Rukoviska

After 3 minuets of their CPR game, Mama heel would pull away from the kiss leaving a trail of saliva between her lips and Anastasia's. She would grab a hold of Ana's arms and sit down, putting her feet on Ana's shoulders, she would begin to lean back yanking on the little girls arms again putting her through a torturous arm attack until she had laid all the way on her back. She would attempt to straighten her legs as much as she could without tearing the little girls arms straight out of their sockets.

Sandy would do one last push on Ana's stomach before standing up. "UH OH I think she's choking! Don't worry, I'll save you!" She would say in a very fake state of urgency. She would go over to the ropes and lean against them before using them as a slingshot sending her sprinting towards Ana's grounded body. Mama would be holding Ana in place so the little one couldn't avoid her doomed destiny. Once close to Ana, Sandy to jump up preforming a devastating butt drop onto poor Ana's tummy hoping to make the girl spit the panties out into the air.

If that wasn't enough humiliation, Sandy would continue to sit on Ana's stomach bouncing roughly while Mama would continue to apply more and more pressure on the little girls arms. Sandy would shift so she were sitting on Ana's little belly with her feet facing Ana's face.  She would than smack a sweaty and stinky foot right down onto Ana's face before shoving a toe into Ana's nose holes.

The pushing came to an end, to Anastasia's relief, and the kissing as well (which she was less pleased about), but one thing fell into another when her arms were stretched and bent at unnatural angles well beyond their limits. The tiny Russian squeaked and squirmed, though with the panties in her mouth, making their way to her throat, she couldn't really scream if she wanted. As kind as Sandy was to alleviate that, the butt drop to Anastasia's stomach felt like a meteor dropped on her, jettisoning the panties from her mouth with a trail of saliva. With the wind knocked out of her, Anastasia couldn't scream still, but her eyes screamed for her, pupils shrunk to the size of beads. Her moist, almost naked body shook with every bounce, and a long, painful moan came from her lips until an obtrusive foot pressed down onto her face. Between the pain and the humiliation, she just whimpered, tears dripping down her face and onto the mat below.

Mama heel look deep into Ana's shrinking pupils with a motherly smile. She would continue to stretch the poor little girls arms beginning to move Ana's arms in a rowing rotation as if she were rowing a boat. This would cause Mama to tighten and loosen the hold at a steady pace just trying to wear poor Ana out. Mama would cackle as she saw the panties fly out of Ana's mouth and land right next to her. She would release one of Ana's hands and grab the panties. Mama was a very perverted women so when ever she had the opportunity to show it she would. She would bring the soaked pair of panties up to her nose and inhale deeply. "Mmmmmm" Mama would moan as her loins would begin to soak again. She would put the panties on the ground next to her. She would release Ana's arms and grab her hair. yanking trying to pull full handfuls of it out.

Sandy would love the feeling of Ana's tears soaking her foot. She would try and press her foot into Ana's mouth and push it all the way down to gag the poor little one hoping to hear the sounds of choking and gagging.

The steady easing and yanking on Anastasia's arms almost hurt worse than the consistent pain from earlier, each brief moment of relief torn away as her arms were harshly yanked again. The white hot soreness only stopped when Mama Heel stopped to indulge her perversion, sniffing her discarded panties with a moan. A much sharper, tighter pain came soon after as the hairs on her head were yanked and pulled. Anastasia whined in response- or she would have, but just then Sandy's foot delved deep into her mouth, choking and gagging her. Her tongue searched for a safe place while her eyes started to roll back as she steadily started to lose oxygen...

Mama heel would yank on Ana's hair harder and harder moaning just as much as their victim groaned. She was starting to really love this little ones eyes as they rolled.
Sandy would giggle as her foot went deeper into Anastasia's mouth. She would wiggle her toes as she felt Ana's tongue glide over her swearty foot tickling her. She would get exactly what she wanted as she heard the choking and gagging sounds coming from little Ana's mouth. Sandy would continue to sit on Ana's stomach as she bounced the air out of her.
"How does my foot taste baby?!" Sandy would taunt before bouncing her butt on her seat.

Mama heel would meanwhile release Ana's hair and stand up. "I'm bored sandy! I want to play more with our toy!" She would Cutly complain. Sandy would sigh and get up off of Ana taking her wet foot out of her mouth. Sandy would stand with her hands on her hips thinking about what to do.

Sandy would grab the golf club and tell mama to go find a toy under the ring. Mama would giggle and quickly run out to the apron before beginning her search. She would rummage through all the fun tools before finding a wooden baseball bat and a steel chair. "Oooh! I like these!" She would say as she would roll back into the ring with both items. Sandy would smile as she saw the items and come up with a plan.

Sandy would set up the chair and pull Ana up sitting her on the chair. She would stand behind Ana and begin choking her with the club, yanking and pulling really putting pressure on the little ones throat. Mama would be ogling at Ana's cute struggles and move closer to Ana. "You've been a naughty naughty girl!" She would say before giving her a quick smooch before backing off. She would than take a nice swing right at Ana's chest hoping to flatten the nice pair of boobs with the bat.

The choking and pulling let off after a bit longer, and Anastasia had her first real moment of solace when both of her opponents went off to find some new toys. In most matches, for most wrestlers, this would be a great chance to get her bearings back, or to even counterattack but... Anastasia's body wouldn't move. Her arms were exhausted, and her body was quivering in pain. After tremendous effort, she was able to sit upright onto her naked ass, starting to weakly climb to her feet when she was sat down on a steel chair like a doll.

"Ack!" she squealed as the golf club wrapped over her throat, causing her face to go red and her feet to start kicking. The metal length of the club started to bend over her throat, and her hands went up to desperately, but futilely, pull it away, when BAM! A wooden club slammed into her sizeable chest, causing her to squeak like a toy. One arm went to cover her breasts while the other held onto the club, but she was fading. Her eyelids drooped and the kicking started to slow down, but for the time being (and possibly to her detriment), Anastasia was still conscious.

Sandy would be choking Ana so hard she literally had bent the club. Ana's weak protests and cute fading eyes only motivated sandy to bend the club more tightening it around her neck.
Mama would shiver as she saw Ana's perky breasts bounce from her strike with the bat. She would see her little eyes beginning to almost shut but was relieved to see some life still in her. She would press the bat against Ana's chin softly supporting her head keeping it up. "It's not bedtime yet Ana" she would say before ramming the bats end into Ana's bruised stomach. "Your tummy is so pretty when it's black and blue!" She would say before doing another full swing at the little ones belly. "Aw strike one" sandy would say to mama as mama would play along looking down at the ground sadly before getting ready to swing again. BAMM "strike two!" Sandy would call out loud. Mama would sigh and get into her stance to swing again. BOOM!!! Mama would swing with all her strength for a home run only to be let down by sandy. "strike three and your out." Sandy would giggle as she squeezed so hard on the club that it would snapbin half over Ana's neck. Sandy would than try and switch positions with mama.

Mama would not have anything to choke Ana with so she would take Ana's bra off and wrap it tightly around her neck humiliatingly strangling her prey with their own lingerie.
They would play the same game with the bat brutally beating little Ana with the bat until sandy would be on strike two winging for a home run. Sandy would hear a loud crack as the wood split over Ana's head. Not a complete break but a good portion of the bat cracked. Most of The crowd gasping while a few single sadists cheered the two heel's on. "HOME RUN!!!" Sandy and mama would yell as they ran around the ring to celebrate hugging each other and acting like they just won a baseball game.

Protecting her chest was possibly Anastasia's first mistake (or possibly not, there isn't much her arm could do against a baseball bat) as the first hit sunk deep into her belly. For a brief second, her eyes shot open wide and her tongue flopped out, before her eyelids drooped down further than before, just when a second and third blow hit. The soft, squishy flesh of her tummy gave way, leaving behind bruises that were increasingly noticeable. Saliva shot from her mouth with each hit, and by the third blow, it was sprinkled with red. The only thing that kept her conscious was the club snapping over her neck, giving her airways ample room to breathe. She gasped and coughed, almost upset that she was kept awake for a moment longer.

She wouldn't have to worry about it for long, though, as her coughing fit was interrupted when her own bra was torn from her shoulders and used to strangle her, depriving her of air again, but also leaving her completely naked. Sandy threw blow after blow into her body, leaving bruises all over, before the final blow to her head, cracking the bat and leaving a gash behind. Blood trickled down Anastasia's face, dripping onto her naked body and clustering in her bangs, but she wasn't present for any of that. The bell run again as the fourth pin was made, Ana knocked out cold where she sat.

When sandy and mama were done celebrating, they would get back to work immediately. Mama Would sit down on Ana's unconscious lap and see the blood leasing from a gash in the little girls head. She would suck on the wound almost like a vampire. "Our baby's blood is actually kind of sweet!" Mama would say as she would suck more on the wound. Sandy would eventually pull mama away saying "come on mama, we don't want to drain too much blood yet. We gotta wake her up and get some more points. I'm trying to set a record!"

Sandy would push Ana's limp body off the chair. She would pick up the cracked bat and toss it outside of the ring. Sandy would sit on Ana's stomach and wrap her hands around Ana's throat beginning to choke the little one with no mercy. She really hoped this would wake her up with this.

Mama would be standing around wondering what to do. She would look up and down Ana's twitching body as sandy choked her ruthlessly. Mama would than snap her fingers as a fun idea popped into her head. She loved the look of Ana's little toes twitching so she decided to pay some attention to them. She would sit down right next to Ana's feet getting a nice view of Ana's crotch and sandy's bubbly ass. Mama would than pick up Ana's little foot begin to twist and turn and bend the little toes painfully. She would begin playing a more violent version of "this little piggy went to the market!" CRACK* "this little piggy stayed home"CRACK* "this little piggy had roast beef for dinner"CRACK* "this little piggy had none!" CRACK* "and this little piggy went "WEE" CRACK* "WEE" CRACK WEE CRACK "all the way home!" CRACK CRACK CRACK!" Mama would than bite down hard on the toes of that foot. She would do the same with the other foot hoping to cause Ana to squeal like a little pig through the choking sandy was doing.

Unconscious, Anastasia didn't notice the blood being licked from her face, or the weight pressed down on her tummy after she was laid out onto the mat. She didn't notice much of anything until Sandy's fingers were gripped around her throat, squeezing the life out of her. At first, she didn't respond beyond the occasional twitch, but soon her subconscious survival instincts kicked in, and with a struggled gasp, her eyes flew open and her limbs started flailing. She tried to pull Sandy's hands away, but she far beyond lacked the strength, her face quickly going red as she foamed at the sides of her mouth. As Mama Heel tortured her toes, she let out a faint, but persistent squeak, too tightly choked to properly scream but still in intense pain. She felt droplets drizzle down her feet as Mama clamped down with her teeth, only hoping it wasn't blood she felt.