Victoria Archer vs Ailinn "Imperious" Byrne - POW Match

Ailinn wasn’t completely sure about what to expect from this rival of hers. She had heard the woman was a veteran and a proficient wrestler, and even if that didn’t get to shake her confidence in her own skills, the way Victoria thought and planned her strategy got the Irish by surprise.

From her downed position the greenette was expecting her rival to straddle her and take advantage of her state, but that didn’t happen. Moreso, when Ailinn noticed Victoria it was as if the blonde was hesitating about just that, as if she wasn’t sure about it. That gave Ailin the first clue she needed to discern what her strategy for this match would be.

But Ailinn’s trail of thought was suddenly interrupted as Victoria locked her in an armbar. The greenette flailed her body and kicked her legs like crazy while groaning in pain. The hold was well executed and if not interrupted it would get a lot of damage done, so Ailinn kept her mind focused on trying and forcing her way out of it.

Victoria was relieved her moment of hesitation hadn’t cost her. Fortunately she had managed to catch Ailinn’s arm and secure the armbar before her foe could do anything to stop her. The blonde knew just how devastating this hold could be to someone trapped in it for too long. She had no desire to inflict any serious injury on her foe, but she did hope to bring this bout to a swift, early end. As for what to do about the POW stipulation...she wasn’t ready to think about that yet.

It seemed Ailinn wouldn’t go down without a fight, however. It was becoming increasingly hard to contain the woman’s frantic, flailing efforts while properly maintaining her hold. Victoria tried to shift accordingly to keep her positioning optimized. But then she adjusted her leg and accidentally pressed her bare foot against one of Ailinn’s breasts. Immediately realizing this, she blushed intensely with embarrassment. Victoria started trying to reposition her legs again, but in doing so she was focusing far too much on avoiding Ailinn’s breasts, while failing to realize she wasn’t holding her foe’s arm very tight. That incidental moment of embarrassment might have just given Ailinn a free ticket out of this hold...

Having Victoria so visibly flustered about the fact they were fighting in skimpy bikinis was an edge Ailinn needed to use to her advantage sooner or later, being the Irish more used to it, not timid at all about her body going against her rival’s. However, even despite how appalled she looked, the quiet blonde managed to lock a terrible armbar. It was always the same with submission moves: Ailinn hated those. The frustration and pain the greenette was feeling as she thrashed her body around were only increasing in intensity.

In the middle of her predicament, Ailinn noticed something that would become paramount for the remaining of the match. While the greenette was fighting the armbar with everything she had, one of Victoria’s feet pressed slightly against Ailinn’s breasts, and the blonde hesitated heavily after that. The event gave the Irish some valuable piece of information and also a wonderful window of opportunity. Mustering all her strength, Ailinn succeeded in breaking the armbar. She needed some time to rub the pain out of her arm though. Even if the greenette was good at getting hit and such, she definitely hated being subjected to luxating moves.

When she finally managed to get up, Ailinn decided to make use of the knowledge she had about Victoria. She would try and trick the blonde, getting a hold on one of her wrists and dragging her hand against Ailinn’s own breasts. “What is it, Vic? Does this scare you?” If achieved the distraction, Ailinn would use her leg to trip her rival and make her fall on her butt before getting ready to follow up.

Victoria knew her moment of hesitation had been a costly one. Her firm grip on the armbar had faltered only briefly, but after that it had been a struggle to reapply it properly. Ailinn had partially slipped her arm out of the blonde’s clutches, and Victoria was unable to secure and trap it once again before her foe pried it free entirely.

She cursed under her breath while picking herself back up, frustrated that her mistake had allowed her foe to escape. Once Victoria was back on her feet, she started to advance on Ailinn again, but was caught off guard when the woman suddenly grabbed her wrist and latched her hand right onto her breast! Immediately the blonde turned red with embarrassment again, and a second or two later was trying to pull away.

“L-let go!” she protested, before she felt Ailinn’s leg snaking around her own. The smooth feeling of her foe’s stockings was actually rather pleasant. But between that and her hand on the woman’s breast, Victoria was too distracted by the two feelings to notice she was being tripped. Then suddenly she was falling backward and landing in a sitting position, momentarily vulnerable if Ailinn chose to capitalize on the opening.

Ailinn was proud of her observation skills, and one of the best weapons she had in her array was that ability to read her rivals and their mindset, knowing a lot about her opponents disposition just by looking at how they moved or talked. And all the signs spoke the same about Victoria. The blonde looked like a decent wrestler and a force to reckon, and the way she applied an armbar that could have been a match finishing move in another circumstances was proof enough. But there was something Ailinn had learnt as well, and it was that apparently Victoria wasn’t used at all to wrestle in skimpy clothing, and wasn’t feeling really comfortable, even to the point of getting flustered, at their bodies contacting in certain ways.

That was how Ailinn managed to make an escape from the armbar and fool Victoria to fall on her butt. The Irish wanted to capitalize on that weakness of her rival and she knew how to do so. Crossing her body above Victoria’s shoulders she would go for a basic crudifix hold, but she wouldn’t add extreme tightening to the hold because she didn’t want to phisically send her through a tortuous path of pain, but add some friction between their bodies while she would be unable to move that would send Victoria confusing signs. “So, what now, Vic?”

Once Victoria stumbled and fell onto her butt, her foe was quick to capitalize on her vulnerable position. The blonde barely had time to register what was happening before Ailinn was on her, latching onto her body to apply a crucifix hold. Victoria winced in expectation of some pain accompanying the hold, but...there wasn’t any. At least, not nearly as much as she was expecting.

“Wh..what are you doing?” she asked in confusion while struggling in Ailinn’s clutches. It was strange. Her foe wasn’t inflicting much pain on her with the hold, but at the same time there wasn’t much Victoria could do to escape. Her arms were essentially stuck in place, and her legs were too far away from the ropes to reach them. Without the pain to go with the hold, it made Victoria more aware of her body rubbing against Ailinn’s while she squirmed, which made her blush with embarrassment again.

That feeling wasn’t quite as strong now as it had been when her foot had accidentally pressed on her foe’s breast, but the reaction was still easily noticeable. Confused about Ailinn’s intentions as well as her own best course of action, Victoria tried to gradually shift along the ground toward the ropes. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to drag them both close enough to reach out to it with her leg or not. But she felt like she had to try something at least.

The crucifix hold was a technical move that gave Ailinn an advantage in two fronts. The first one was pretty self explanatory: having her rival unable to move and locked in a submission move in which she held the reins, being able of punishing Victoria and softening her was an advantage, but the second one was more subtle, and the Irish liked that one the better. Less obvious but way more effective, Ailinn was fully aware of how badly flustered her blonde rival was about the suggestive but only mildly arousing contact between their bodies. It would take much more to make Ailinn lose herself to pleasure, but it looked like she could play with her rival a little bit more.

Seeing the effect of her hold was exactly the one she wanted, Ailinn was content with the amount of pressure she was applying to Victoria, but even in her flustered state the blonde was managing to slowly crawl to the ropes. Seeing that her hold would eventually come to an end as Victoria was going to reach the rope break, Ailinn decided to go all out. “Alright, let’s stop fooling around, shall we?” Instead of tightening the crucifix hold, one of her hands would trail to Victoria’s buxom, moving aside her bra to reveal her mounds and start massaging them, giving attention to both her breasts with precise caressing.

If not for her flustered state, Victoria likely might have eventually found a way to escape this hold even without the assistance of the ropes. Her grappling skills were far greater than many would guess after watching her previous matches. But that contact between their barely covered bodies made it next to impossible to think straight enough to properly deal with this situation.

Fortunately she was able to make some progress toward the ropes, but that only spurred Ailinn on to start applying full pressure to the hold. The sudden pain that surged through the blonde drew a whimper from her, but that was nothing compared to what came next. Her eyes widened in surprise when her foe’s hand reached for her top and pulled it off of her breasts to expose them!

“No! Don’t-!” She shouted while turning red with embarrassment, a feeling that was amplified several times over as Ailinn started fondling her breasts! “Aah~! S-stop!” she yelled while squirming frantically in her rival’s clutches. Victoria couldn’t tell what was more humiliating: being groped in front of thousands of people, or the fact that it actually felt good… Desperate for a way out of this, Victoria kicked ferociously to try to drag herself forward, hoping to get close enough to the ropes that she could reach her foot out to the bottom rope.

Ailinn’s bidding was obtaining good results, just the ones the Irish expected. While rendering her rival unable to move thanks to the firm crucifix hold, the greenette would start ravaging her rival’s breasts after revealing them to everyone. Victoria didn’t like that, the blonde was starting to feel the pleasure and that was exactly what Ailinn was after. If she could bring that more inexperienced in the pleasures of the flesh woman to a place where she can’t come back from it would be easier for her to secure the match.

And even in her current predicament, Victoria was willing to show that she was actually strong and resolved, a true fighter as she kicked and bucked her body wildly. That made considerably more difficult for Ailinn to keep going with both the hold and the groping, so in the end she focused on making Victoria hot and bothered, working on her arousal while giving soft caresses to her breasts and then going for some more squeezing. Ailinn was so focused in maintaining all what she was doing with all of Victoria’s bucking that she was popped out of her bubble by the ref. “Rope break! Release her or stand for a count!” The referee was clearly pointint at Victoria’s foot who rested against the lower rope. She had made it. With a sigh of disatisfaction Ailinn let her rival go. “Well, nothing can be done now.” The Irish stood on her feet and waited until her rival resetted the match, but she was sure that with all the damage she made now the tips were on her side.

“Rope break!”

Victoria wasn’t sure she had ever been so glad to hear those two words in her life. And when Ailinn released her hold, the blonde wasted no time rolling onto her front and pulling her bra back down over her breasts, her cheeks still red with humiliation and perhaps somewhat from stimulation as well, though she would likely never admit that aloud. She took several deep breaths, more to calm herself down than as a measure against fatigue.

Using the ropes, she pulled herself back up to her feet and almost wandered into the nearest corner, but stopped abruptly when she remembered the match stipulations. One of them was going to have to tie the other in the corner and force an orgasm from them, and whoever was on the losing end of that was going to be the victor’s POW. And her opponent had no problem employing sexual tactics to win this match. That was just the fact of the matter, and one way or another Victoria was just going to have to deal with it.

Doing her best to pull herself together, she nodded toward the ref to indicate she was ready to continue. And with that, the blonde put her hands back up and took her stance, beginning to circle Ailinn again. Victoria had regained some of her focus, but was also clearly much more nervous than she had been even at the start of this. Even so, she had to keep moving forward. She wasn’t about to give this up without a fight. And as she began drawing nearer to her foe, the blonde lashed out with a quick, stiff kick aimed at the side of Ailinn’s leg. It wasn’t much, but she hoped it would help to dissuade the woman from trying to press her advantage immediately.