The pray in the spider web: Widowmaker (debut) vs Lilly Maringly

Widow was right now on her back, but on her own turns. She was lying in front of the corner, Where her pathetic opponent was crying loudly. Slowly the French would turn herself onto her stomach before turning around looking at the small woman in the corner. She couldn´t believe what she just saw! Tears, so many of them. That was just such a nice view for the evil woman, who enjoyed seeing these rivers running down over the cheeks of the smaller woman. Widow would push herself up to her hands and knees, before she would start crawling over to her opponent, starting her right into her eyes.
“Oh dear… it is all right… you are a loser any will ever be one… you are a disappointment for your parents and I am pretty sure they meanwhile hate you!”, would widow whisper right at her opponent.
Then the French woman would slowly get back to her feet bowing down grabbing the hair of her opponent, pulling her out of the corner pretty rough. She would pull her a bit away from the corner laying her down onto the floor on her back.

Then Widow would turn around walking back to the corner. She would grab the two top ropes to her left and right, using them and her acrobatic skills to pull herself upwards in the air. After lifting her but up she would set first one foot onto the top rope then the other, till she was finally standing on the top of the turnbuckle, slowly rising up to a standing pose. The French would look down to her opponent and smile brightly. Without wasting any time she would jump into the air, trying to fly over to her opponent, before coming crashing down with an elbow onto her big breasts. After she came crashing down onto her opponent, Widow would roll of her imminently just so she didn´t accidentally triggered a pin and ended this match way to soon.
 

Lilly would be sitting in the corner clutching her chest sobbing and crying relentlessly. She would watch the purple woman stand in front of her and take in her not only hurtful but personal insults about her relationship with her parents. This only caused her to cry louder and harder. "WHAAAAA!!!" She let out a loud wailing sound from the depths of her lungs as she tried to let everything out.

"NONONONONO!!!!" Lilly would scream as she was lifted up by her hair and dragged limply away from her corner. She was laid down and would continue to cry looking up at the blurry bright lights. She would repeatedly try and wipe her tears away. She hoped that Widow was laying her down to pin her and end the match but Lilly's luck was not with her tonight.

The purple heel dissapeared but Lilly didn't care right now. All Her mind would wander as all of her failures were thought about. This would make her only cry more. The only thing that snapped her back into reality was when the crowd began to cheer loudly. She would turn her attention at the corner where the purple woman was standing on the top ropes. Lilly would gulp and stair in fear as her mind told her to move but her body wouldn't. She was a dear in headlights as she watched her opponent jump from the corner right towards her. She would scream as Widow got closer and let out a shriek at the top of her lungs as the elbow struck her large chest flattening her breasts. It felt as though her tits had actually burst and popped like balloons. Her eyes would widen and her pupils would shrink as her world went black. the blow would leave her unresponsive. The only movements coming from Lilly was the involuntary twitching.

Widow would roll down from her opponent laying down for a moment right next to her smirking at her with a bright smile. Then She would put her elbow against the mat, lying her head into her hand making it more comfortable for herself. She would watch her opponent for some moments enjoying to see her suffer like that. Widow would like over her own lips before she decided to go on with the torture. She didn´t wanted to have Lilly fell comfortable in any way.

The French woman would push herself up into a sitting position before she turned herself around totally, so her legs were pointing towards the smaller woman. Widow would then reach out with her hand trying to grab the hair of her opponents once more, before pulling her head closer to her. The French would put on leg over the head of the smaller one and one leg under it before closing them together as tight as she could, trying to look in a head scissor. She would try to press her legs together as good as she could compressing the throat of her smaller opponent with as much force as possible. Let´s see how this child could handle some lack of air.

Again Widow would lean backwards and put an elbow against the mat and putting her head into her hand. Why should she take an uncomfortable position while torturing her opponent? She could relax a bit and let herself be booed loudly be the crowed. Widow would only throw a few kisses to them while they were booing her loudly. She would enjoy it to be hated so much. She was giving the crowed more attention then Lilly she got in the head scissor right now, what showed how high she thought of this little slut as an opponent.
 

Lilly would lay there limp as a ragdoll. The only movement coming from her was an occasional twitch or spasm. A pool of drool had formed under the little girls mouth as she lay there almost dead. Her mind was gone. she was dreaming peacefully, Unfortunately that would come to an end soon.

Lilly would be dragged limply towards her opponent and placed in a strong head scissors. At first she was still still asleep appreciating the warm feeling of the soft thighs contact but would be pushed towards consciousness as the scissors tightened. When the strong purple legs lightened to half there strength is when Lilly's eyes would pop open widely. When Widows legs were at full strength, Lilly's eyes would be nearly popping out of her head. "GUH... ACK ACK!!!" Lilly would begin having a coughing attack and tried to rub the thighs that were like pythons, not wanting to slap them and make the purple woman upset.

Her predicament would grow even more as she looked around and saw all the fans seeing her be used as a training dummy. Her cheeks blushed and she lost her ability to look around do to not being able to see straight. her legs would begin to shake and kick the mat below her,Her eyes were rolling again cutely fluttering. She began to drool again as it leaked out of her mouth and onto the smooth strong purple thigh that kept her captive. some of the purple paint started to come off and smear on lilly's hair and face due to Lilly's sweating and drooling all over it. Hopefully this wouldnt piss of the purple heel too much.

Widow would look down to her opponent and shake her head. She was fighting back… not very effective at all. She was just moving like a fish that was pulled out of the water, suggeling without any real goal. The French would feel how the weak and small hands of that little slut moved right over her legs. Widowmaker couldn´t really tell what her opponent was doing there… it was feeling like she was petting the tights of the French woman, or maybe she was trying to press them apart and was just way to weak for that… both were more than possible. Either way the wild struggling and the loud coughing of that little slut was pretty annoying for the French because this made it almost impossible for her to lay still.

Slowly the French woman would raise her hand putting it at her ear like she wanted to increase her hearing. “Oh what do you say sweet… you are tired but you can´t sleep… let me help you with that!”
She would say with an evil smirk on her face before trying to lift her legs up a bit into the air, while still holding the head of her opponent between her legs. Then she would pull the head back down to the mat trying to shake the head of her opponent a bit. She would pull her legs back up again and down. She would do this a few times, trying to shake up the whole world of the smaller girl. After some time she would then stop and open the head scissor. She didn´t want to choke her out… yet. Widow needed to watch out otherwise she would accidently end this match before all the fun was over. Widow would slowly roll over the mat getting onto her knees. She would give this little bitch a short break… not out of compassion. Widow wanted to give her opponent this break so she would get some air and would last longer before passing out, so Widow only wanted to increase the time she could torture her opponent. The French woman would slowly reach out with her hand petting the little girl over the face.

Lilly would be spasming and shaking involuntarily. She would feel the strong soft thighs squeezing the ligh out of her. She couldn't help but cry more and her drool and tears all over the insanely strong thighs of the purple French.

She would try to struggle her way out with very little strength. Her arms would be rubbing and almost massaging the thighs that were almost killing her. the little girls eyes would widen as her head was lifted off the mat still in the brutal head scissors.

Lilly's brain was rattling inside her head as well as her eyes were rolling. Her tongue would stick out and she was getting very dizzy and disoriented. Her lungs began to ache terribly from oxygen deprivation. She had no chance of getting out of the scissors until her opponent let her. Lilly was just along for the ride now. She laid there limply as she was shaken.

Lilly was on the verge of meeting peaceful bliss almost passing out. She knew she wouldn't be as fortunate though as her head was released and air rushed through her lungs almost painfully. She would lay there motionless besides her large chest going up and down, jiggling with every deep breath. Her eyes would close as she felt her face petted by her abuser and would shutter at the feeling of the brutal humiliation she was going through. "Ppp please... no more..." lilly would shakily say.

„oh what is wrong?“ would the French ask playing the innocent, trying to make her voice sound like she would care about the begging of her opponent. She would not stop petting the smaller girl´s face with her hand. “We just got started to have fun together. Why should we stop now there is so much more we two can do together to have some fun. I just want to see how far I can bent you before I can make you break apart!” After that last word she would keep petting the little slut for some time, before finally stopping this humiliating treatment.

After that Widow would grab the shoulder of her opponent before trying to turn her onto her stomach with one fast move. Then Widow would get onto her own knees, crawling around the smaller girl, going behind her only to slowly crawl onto her legs putting her own knees onto the knees of Lilly. With a smile on her face widowmaker would reach out with her hand and try to grab the hair of the smaller girl. She would pull at her hair hopping being able to pull her up into a kneeing position, right in front of the French woman. “This is one of my favorite moves… you will love it!”, After whispering this into the ear of the little slut Widow would reach out with her arm trying to bring it around the throat of Lilly, before pulling it under her arm pit. From there on Widow would try to make her opponent bent backwards as hardly as possible, while also cutting away the air to breath from her. The French wouldn´t hold anything back trying to bent that little bitch as hard as possible, pressing her big boobs right into the air.
“so how do you like it?”, would widow ask her pray teasing.
 

Lilly would still just be rubbing the French woman's purple strong thighs. She couldn't speak due to lack of air so she would try to beg with her eyes. She would hear her opponent talking about how they had just started and how much fun there was to have but nothing scared her more than the comment about bending her to the breaking point.

Lilly would gasp and cough and wheeze when the strong clamped thighs let her poor weak neck go. She would reach her hands up to her throats and try to massage the soreness away only to be quickly flipped on her stomach. The purple heel had disappeared from sight until she felt two sharp knees dig into the back of her own knees. She would yelp as her hair was used to yank her up to her own knees. This move already hurt and it wasn't even completed yet. Polly would begin hyperventilating until her neck was once again caught by one of widows strong arms. Lilly was crying again now and tears soaked her face an Widows arm. Still worse was yet to come. Lilly would feel the purple heel begin leaning back bending lilly into a devastating stretch. She would try to scream but had no air to do so. All she could do was squirm. Her breasts were put on display to the whole crowd as she was stretched back further, every squirm lilly or flex from widow would cause them to bounce. Lilly was starting to worry that her bra would burst exposing her bare breasts. She felt the bra struggling to keep the bountiful bosom inside of there cups but widow was too strong. She would feel her back being on the verge of breaking when suddenly her bra snapped open and fell to the floor. Her breasts would fall out and jiggle a bit as the crowd went insane. Lilly's face turned beet red from this embarrassing and excruciatingly painful submission. "Guhhhh..." she would groan miserably.

Widow was trying everything she could to make her opponent suffer in this hold .She wouldn´t hold back the slights thing, she didn´t care if she would do any lasting damage to her opponent. Fuck it Widow would even laugh loudly when the back of her opponent would suddenly snap. This would be just perfect for the French. She wanted to teach this little slut such a lesson that she wouldn´t even think about reentering a wrestling ring without getting a fear attack!
Widow would lick herself over her lips while she was listening to the loud pain screams of her small opponent. Her debut in this league was way more fun than she thought it would have been… there would only be on way how this would be even better… If that girl she made suffer and cry out so loudly would be not any useless slut… instead she really wished it would be Tracer who was crying right here in her arms. This would just made it perfect.
But unluckily that wasn´t the case and so the only thing that was left for Widow was to image that Lilly would be the English brat.

Suddenly Widow was ripped right out of her thoughts and felt how someone was pulling at her shoulder. She would look around surprised, because the French was dame sure her opponent didn´t taped out yet. First she wouldn´t have the guts for that and second she didn’t feel how Lilly had moved in any way to signalize a submission. So when Widow was looking around at first she saw nothing special but the ref was still trying to pull her of the little woman. After some time he was able to make her let go of Lilly and the French would step away from her to ask the ref right into his ugly face what the hell was wrong with him, why the fuck he needed to interfere into her plans again. HE told her that Lilly lost her bra so he needed to break this match up and end it.

Widow would slowly turn around to take a look at her opponent. And he was right… her opponent was meanwhile topless. Widow would start laughing out loud. She didn´t had any clue how this happened but it was just too good to be true…
After laughing for a moment widow would slowly turn around to the ref again staring into his eyes. “If you dare call this match to an end, just because this bitch is too stupid to buy the right clothes. I will come right after you… and believe me Lilly´s treatment will be pretty harmless to what you will get if you are stupid enough to let the bell ring.” She wouldn´t move for a moment after saying this. Then she would turn around and walk back to lilly with a smile on her face. Let the fun begin!
 

Lilly would already be crying in the hold but as she felt something in her back actually snap, she completely freaked out. She would scream at the top of her lungs as something in her back may have actually been broken. Tears streamed down her face as she lost full control of her emotions. She was babbling and screaming and crying like an insane person as she'd never felt pain like this before.

Luckily the ref came to her rescue as she would be dropped onto the mat. She would lay there sobbing with her breasts jiggling with every hes thing breath she took. Her luck wouldn't last though as she saw the ref back off and allow the match to continue. Lilly would lay there looking at the bright ceiling lights wondering if this is how it all ends. If it were to be the end of her life, she wouldn't be all to upset. It seemed as though there was no escape from the brutality in this league. She laid there sobbing and crying with a pained back just waiting for her opponent to continue the beating. The only thing she could see good out of this match was ending her wrestling career which she wanted done so desperately.

The crowd was going insane even while watching this poor helpless girl be broken and beaten and literally ripped apart. Lilly was used to it though. She would prepare herself for more of the beating trying to smuggle her tears away unsuccessfully. She was only motivating her opponent to drag the match on as long as possible. "Ugghhhh" she would groan in between wails.