Caroline Brookes vs Zulime Lafitte – No hentai tonight!

Gosh, Zulime's size and appearance really did not do justice to how strong she was. She grasped Caroline tight and pulled her awkwardly to her feet, reeling her in and hugging her close. The Cajun's arms looped around her, locking Caroline's upper arms to her sides with enough stern force to make it feel as if they would snap like toothpicks. Though the real pressure would be felt in her sternum as the mighty woman tilted herself back to hoist Caroline right off of her feet!

“Oh!” Caroline cried, grimacing as her spine trembled under the pressure of Zulime's arms. With the bearhug locked in, the rural brawler didn't have the leverage to pull herself free as her opponent squeezed her. Couldn't get her feet back on the canvas, couldn't throw a punch or grab anything with her arms pinned, could barely breathe with Zulime compressing her lungs inside her chest, each raspy breath burning like fire. All of this leaving the Riverboat Queen free to make Caroline tremble for an entirely different reason.

“Oh...” Caroline sighed, speaking this time with a confused sense of elation as Zulime shifted from side to side and gave Caroline what could only be described as a chest massage. Naughty, yes, but it wasn't unpleasant, with the dominant woman's large orbs easily rolling over Caroline's with enough force to make her heart leap. No doubt Zulime was trying to aggravate her again, but something about the erotic exhortation was hitting the uptight blonde differently this time. Maybe it was because Zulime had preceded this one by sweeping Caroline off her feet in a painfully tight hug, or maybe it was because Zulime's face was mere inches from her own, but this felt intimate, sweet. Before she knew it, the color in Caroline's cheeks was rising, and her groans were becoming more suggestive.

Shoring up her position, Caroline brought her dangling legs up and tucked them around Zulime's generous hips, crossing ankles behind her to hold tight with a snug but not at all painful waistscissor hold. She also clasped her forearms around Zulime's back and struggled to reach up, caressing her shoulder blades. It gave the impression of a mutual embrace, one that still had Caroline trapped as she writhed in pain and gasped with joyous excitement. She was starting to work out an escape, but it was a plan that would leave them both in a great deal of pain, so she opted to wait to see if Zulime would tire from the hold first, and enjoy her lecherous company for a few more precious seconds.

Zulime looked deeply into her opponent's eyes. She wished that she had done so more before the match started. Caroline's eyes were an incredibly lovely shade of blue, and the lovely blonde hair framing her face made her look nothing short of wholesome. Zulime just wanted to hug her until she could barely stand it any more, embrace the woman in a pure and loving hold. In a sense, she was doing that. It was true that their bodies were intimately entwined as the two women vied for victory in the ring. Right now, the Riverboat Queen was winning that battle. The broad smile on her face reflected that feeling that tonight, even she didn't get to have sex with her opponent, she could still win.

Then a creep of doubt slithered down her back, accompanied by Caroline's arms and legs creeping up it. It was a perfectly natural reaction not to want to have the living daylights squeezed out of you, she supposed, but it meant that the victory parade that she was throwing for herself in her own head had to come to a grinding halt. What the blonde girl was doing was not a threat, at least not yet, but the Cajun girl knew that she could not let what her blonde opponent was doing blossom into a full-throated defense.

But she was going to have some fun first, of course.

"What's the matta, suga'? Don't you just love bein' in my arms?" Zulime bounced Caroline. It might mean that when Caroline came down, her grip was going to be a littler looser, but it was more than worth it to feel their bodies all over each other. Especially Zulime's big chest. "I thought we were having so much fun here. Well, if you ain't got much more than some ohs for me, I suppose I'll just have to put you on down."

With that, Zulime threw herself downwards, hoping to land right on top of Caroline as they crashed down to the ground together. It wouldn't be the most effective of slams, given how closely Caroline was holding on. But if she was going to let the hold go, she was going to do so on her own terms.

“Well...maybe a l-little...aah,” Caroline gasped when Zulime bounced her, only hushing the giggle that bubbled in her throat due to the crushing pressure on her chest. Even without any hentai stipulations, wrestling was something of a thrill for Caroline, and Zulime in particular held a spell over her, the two embracing almost as lovers might, aside from the painful amount of force behind it. If Zulime had met the shy schoolgirl in a more private venue with the same intentions, she probably would have talked Caroline out of her skirt by now. She wished that there was some way that both women could get what they wanted, but asking Zulime out for coffee while they were trashing each other in the ring didn't sound like a recipe for success.

“I am having fun...” Caroline protested just before she felt Zulime tip forward, uttering a shriek of surprise as the two women crashed down, with Caroline squashed under her opponent's fulsome body. Not a particularly sophisticated slam, but plenty effective at squeezing out what little air had been in Caroline's lungs, leaving her gasping and writhing under the Cajun woman. It also proved harsh enough to shake loose the embrace of Caroline's legs and arms around Zulime, leaving the blonde starfished beneath her.

Gasping for breath, Caroline wasn't in a position to escape her predicament right now, her chest undulating with exertion against Zulime's. Her arms were feeling okay, though, so Caroline brought her right to bear, reaching up to caress Zulime's side for just a moment...before balling it into a fist and slamming it once, twice, three times against Zulime's floating ribs. A sharp pain to the Riverboat Queen's sternum that might encourage her to move off her perch.

Zulime rested in her position, on top of her opponent. It felt like the best position in the world to her. Not only because it meant that her impromptu slam had worked beautifully, but on top of that so that she could stay on top of the schoolgirl much longer. It was no secret as to how Zulime had wanted the evening to go, and she found it a shame that she did not get her wish for a more amorous match type. But she could get as close as she could, with their two bodies pressed together. It was nice that Caroline was having fun, because Zulime was having herself quite a time too.

But that wasn’t going to last. Zulime was focusing on enjoying the feeling while Caroline was attacking. The first one hit her with enough force to move her from her perch, but it did hack the Riverboat Queen off royally. She wanted to relish the moment of having their two bodies so close together. The occasion was further spoiled thanks to the fact that the first strike was not the last, as more blows rained into her exposed ribs. The Cajun girl dropped her facade of being cool and collected and always in control with how she gasped and grunted in pain.

The Riverboat Queen had had enough. She pushed off her opponent and stepped back a few feet to clear a distance between her and the blows that were coming hard and fast. Zulime quickly regained her composure, effortlessly flicking her hair back and donning her crocodile grin once more. “Shame you gotta behave like that. Ain’t anyone teach you some manners?” Zulime asked, as she hunched down into her wrestling stance once more. Throwing your opponent across the ring was far less than polite, but it was with those thoughts in mind that she advanced on her opponent…

Caroline shuffled back to her feet, arching her back in an effort to work out the kinks. Like Zulime, she was feeling a small pang of regret that the two of them couldn't take things slow and 'enjoy each other's company' the way a woman without her reservations might have done. It wasn't like the schoolgirl hadn't known what she was getting herself into when she signed up at Friction, but relishing employment in a gay-friendly promotion didn't mean she wanted her sexuality to be part of the show.

“Sorry, miss,” Caroline bent her knees and bowed her head as she spoke, giving her opponent a small curtsy and casting her eyes up in a bashful glance. Despite the sincerity in her voice, it was pretty clear that she was trying to tease Zulime a bit. “I'm usually very well behaved, but nice girls don't win matches,” she said before stretching her arms and inching forward to confront Zulime again.

The moment she was close enough, Caroline struck, her arms lashing out like snakes to grab one of Zulime's. Caroline tried to duck under her opponent, dragging the captured arm with her to twist it behind Zulime's back in a hammerlock. The hold was most famous in wrestling for being a quick grapple that chain wrestlers would resort to for an early advantage, but Caroline knew how to sink the hold in deep and make it a force of its own. She swung her free arm around Zulime's neck to secure her further and make spinning out of the hold difficult, then raised a foot and stomped against the back of Zulime's knee, pushing hard with the sole of her boot to force that leg to bend. She wanted to user her leverage to force Zulime down, first to a kneeling position, then down on her stomach if Caroline could manage it. Getting Zulime to eat the mat would be necessary if she was going to give the woman a real working over!