A Reunion of Sorts (for Daaharu)

Somehow, Emily managed it to get her shoulder up, her generous bosom rising and falling as she huffed for air. It was only a second of hesitation, of course: knowing she was in a vulnerable position, she tried to roll away, hoping to get back up to her knees in time before Odessa could transition to some other move or hold-- it had been too long since she had fought Odessa, and she had almost forgotten how good the dark-skinned beauty's repertoire was. Then again, she had to be good to have rivalled Cecilia Northman for as long as she had.

Except Odessa was already on the move as well, pre-empting Emily's movements by shoving her roughly onto her front. Next thing Emily knew, Odessa was sitting on her back, pinning her neatly to the mat as she shifted her grip onto her leg. Emily knew what was coming, and thrashed underneth Odessa, kicking out with her legs and trying to twist her body to throw her off...but by that point, Odessa was already stretching Emily's leg back in a painful boston crab.

Emily's cheek pressed against the mat as a agony drilled up her leg, causing her to grit her teeth to bite back a cry of pain. Her eyes screwed shut, but for the moment she was at Odessa's mercy. Breathing hard through flaring nostrils, she dug her palms into the mat, trying to pull them closer to the edge...

Some of the finer points of Emily's style were foggy in Odessa's memory, as well, but she remembered just how durable and how determined the Scottish fighter could be. Odessa was not going to waste an opportunity to cause pain, as much as it might unsettle her to hear the agony in that roughly-accented voice and see it painted across that pretty face. She managed to catch Emily again before she could escape, taking a seat on that back, and twisting those legs around in arcs that nearly brought them into contact with the top of Emily's pink-haired head.

The growls and heavy breathing told a clear story of just what an effect the hold was having on Emily, but she offered no submission, not yet. The struggling underneath Odessa, which had begun with jerking movements of those captured legs and seemed to wrack Emily's whole body from head to toe, now obviously had direction, as she was using her hands to drag their combined body weight towards the edge of the mats.

It was the classic escape from a Boston Crab, and Odessa could not stop it without easing up on Emily's legs and spine. But, while it was classic, it could also be rather slow, and Odessa knew Emily would be in quite a bit of pain the whole crawl. She leaned back, pressing her bum hard into Emily's shoulder blades, trying to weigh down her upper body while stretching those legs to their limit!

Emily's legs were pulled back. And back. And back. Her spine felt like it was beginning to contort her spine to its limit, forcing her powerful yet slender body to stretch back further than it was supposed to go. She felt the corner of her eyes water, and before long it became impossible to hold back a cry of pain. As much as she hated to admit it, Odessa had her, and had her good.

She clenched her teeth, biting back any further cries of pain. Damn it all, she was not going to give Odessa the satisfaction of making her tap!

Digging her elbows into the mat, she dragged them closer, inch by painful inch, towards the mat's edge. The two of them had never quite established an out of bounds for their little fracas, but it was more or less traditional in grappling matches for the two fighters to break if their struggle went off the mat. For this reason, Emily pulled them, closer and closer, towards the edge, sweat dripping down her forehead as she finally managed to grab the edge of the mat.

"Nnngh...we...ne'er...agreed on...out of...bounds..." she managed to rasp. Without even waiting for a reply, though, she would yank on the edge of the mat, hopefully with enough force to roll herself and Odessa off the mat and, hopefully, finally make her English opponent let her go.

Odessa got one good, loud cry of pain out of Emily, but her hopes for more were dashed by the woman's Scottish stubbornness. She pressed her lips together and ground her teeth against each other, forming a solid barrier that muffled any more noises that might threaten to emerge, and no amount of spine-bending or butt bouncing on her shoulders seemed to force more than the slightest peep out of her. Odessa felt Emily's body react in other ways, with increase heat generated by the straining of muscles, and with sweat that made her rear end slide a little bit extra whenever she shifted her weight atop her opponent, threatening to unseat her even before Emily made it to the edge of their makeshift arena.

She knew the woman was hurting, but she simply refused to quit. It made her all the more impressive in Odessa's eyes, and it made Odessa eager to see exactly how much punishment it would take before Emily at last called it quits—or until she was too weak to resist Odessa's pin attempt.

Emily made it to the boundary, but pointed out that they had never agreed on out-of-bounds rules. That brought a bemused grin to Odessa's lips. "I believe, darling, that that means I can keep you in this hold as long as my heart desires," she observed, letting that hang in the air for a few seconds as she did not yet release her fair rival. But she did not wait too long before releasing Emily's legs and letting them drop back onto the mats behind them, giving the woman's butt cheeks a teasingly light spank with both hands after doing so. "I hope you don't think so little of me that I would make you suffer on a simple oversight, darling. Of course I shall honor the traditional rules."

With that, she stood up, standing over Emily for only a moment before moving to the side. When she was facing Emily's head, she would reach down with one hand, offering to help Emily up and bring the two of them back onto the mats to begin again.

The sweat felt like it was pouring now as Emily resisted the Boston crab as best she could, long past the point where any sane person would have tapped out. Odessa was not making things any easier for her, her round her firm ass pressing down against her shoulders to prevent her from turning effectively. In a prostyle match, Emily wouldn't have hesitated to drill an elbow back into Odessa's spine, to break the hold by hitting her with a sharp, precise blow...but this wasn't a prostyle match, and so all she could do was bite back the pain and crawl, crawl, crawl towards the edge of the mat.

As she twisted, she didn't quite throw Odessa off as she had hoped, but she did manage to get most of her body off the mat. At first, with her teasing response, Emily was afraid that Odessa would maintain the hold...but then, graciously, her buxom English opponent let her fall to the mat. Emily's body flopped facedown on the gym floor, panting too much to respond...not to mention blushing at having her butt unexpectedly slapped. Her pink-tinged hair was now a matted, damp mess, and for a few seconds, she lay with her face against the side of the floor, reaching one arm back to massage her hurting lower back.

Then, she saw Odessa graciously offering her a hand, and she begrudgingly accepted. She was pulled hobbling up to her feet, her hurting legs threatening to give way underneath her, but she stood all the same. Still breathing hard, she was led by Odessa back to the centre of the mat, and stared her opponent in the eye as she watched her, though the weariness in her movements was painfully obvious.

"Aright then," she managed to breathe, circling Odessa. "Let me know when ye're ready tae give up!" And with that, she would dash in for a sudden quick lockup, only to drop low at the last minute, aiming to instead wrap her arms tightly under her opponent's chest and try to lift her off her feet in a crushing bearhug!

Odessa gave Emily time to recover, face down on the floor, sweat dripping from her hair and down her nose and leaving a small smear of a puddle underneath where she lay. The urge to tease her was strong, but Odessa played the role of gentlewoman that she played so well, offering her hand to assist Emily in regaining her feet, aid that Emily accepted with just a slight hint of reluctance. Odessa hoisted her opponent to her feet, helping to steady her to avoid a collapse onto the bare, matless floor. Then, slowly, Odessa would guide Emily back to the center of the mats, where they had started their battle, and where they could now resume it.

Oh, a few more seconds with the Scottish woman locked in that Boston Crab might have sealed Odessa's victory—but a victory achieved through underhanded means was not a true victory at all, not in Odessa's book, so she did not regret helping Emily up. She did not even regret it when the woman rushed at her with a sudden surge of energy, just after they had both dropped into grappling stances again, and went low, ducking under Odessa's outstretched arms to wrap her belly up in a potent bearhug.

"Oough!" Odessa gasped, pained by the squeeze—but more worried about being lifted to her tippy-toes, nearly off her feet entirely, as that loss of traction meant that she could hardly do anything about her predicament! As it was, she brought her hands down on Emily's back, pushing, trying to shove her down or back!

There was a wet thud as, once again, the two ladies of the ring collided with another. Thus time, however, Emily quickly got the upper hand, wrapping her arms around Odessa's waist and lifting her off the mat and coiling tightly, squeezing in a tight and powerful bearhug. She was rewarded by a pained gasp from Odessa as the Englishwoman's breath was cut off. This close, compressed upwards as it was by Emily bearhug, Odessa's chest jutted outwards, nearly pressing against Emily's face as the Scotswoman squeezed her English rival.

Odessa, however, was not about to let Emily have her way. She felt Odessa's hands go around her back, and felt her weight suddenly shift forwards. Despite herself, Emily found herself losing her balance-- she gave an alarmed cry before she went toppling backwards, Odessa coming down with her. The two of them crashed to the mat, Emily giving a pained gasp as her back slammed down-- a gasp that was quickly muffled by Odessa's chest landing down against her face.

Emily had no idea if the smother had been accidental or intentional. All she knew was that her face, and breath, were now obscured by the two black clad orbs that were pressing tightly against her. Knowing she was in a bad spot, she arched, trying to roll the two of them over so that Odessa was on her back, and at the very least, to give herself room to at least tilt her head to the side so she could breathe...

Emily still had quite a bit of power even after being put through quite the excruciating submission hold. Odessa was certain it would not have been enough in a direct contest of strength against strength, but with Emily managing to get underneath her and put that squeeze on her, there was no way Odessa could fight back in kind, and Emily lifted Odessa up onto her toes and got a gasp from her. Odessa's internal temperature seemed to rise rapidly as her insides were compressed, and her chest, with nowhere else to go, would push upwards, nearly touching both of their chins.

It was a bad situation, and Odessa felt her strength draining second by second—but then, it seemed, Emily's strength gave out. Odessa had thrashed and slapped at the woman's back, and had thrown her weight forward as part of an effort to slide her arms underneath Emily's and pry her way free without falling unceremoniously on her backside. But that shift seemed to upset Emily's balance more than Odessa could have anticipated, and they both went down, Emily on her back, Odessa on top—and Odessa's chest on Emily's face!

"Oof!" Odessa groaned as they hit the floor, and Emily's face shoved up uncomfortably hard into her bosom, nearly shoving her breasts out of her athletic gear with the force of that collision. Having not planned the smother, when Emily shoved to the side, Odessa would roll, releasing Emily from the embarrassing position. Though Odessa did not want to lose control over Emily completely, and would swing her legs up to try to clamp them down around Emily's body in a tight, controlling scissor.

Only a few seconds ago, Emily had had Odessa right where she had wanted her: trapped in her arms, in a crushing grip around her midsection that had left the Englishwoman huffing and gasping for breath, her free arms thrashing and twisting like a live animal caught in a snare. Unfortunately, Odessa had done just enough to unbalance Emily and send her crashing backwards...and just enough to trap Emily in a potent breast smother.

Admittedly, there were worse places Emily could be, but that thought was lost as she struggled to breathe. She gave out a muffled groan, her bear hug having weakened substantially, her killer squeeze around her ebony opponent slackening from lack of air. It took more strength than she had expected to arch her body and try to roll the two of them, but this was enough to at least allow her to tilt her head to the side and breathe again.

Unfortunately, it was also enough for Odessa's powerful thighs to suddenly lock tightly around her waist. Emily cried out sharply, her bearhug dissolving as her middle was suddenly punished. Eyes screwed shut, she tried to kneel upright, her thighs brushing against Odessa's, her arms instinctively going to Odessa's legs in a vain effort to pry herself free. Knowing that wouldn't work, she switched tactics-- pressing one palm down against Odessa's bare abs and digging in her fingers, her free hand grabbing the wrist of that claw to stabilize in, hoping to "convince" Odessa to let her go...all the while it felt like her ribs were going to cave in from the vice grip of Odessa's crushing legs...

Emily was dictating the pace of this phase of the fight, but she was by no means in control, not anymore. Though the breast smother was brief and quite accidental, it seemed to have taken quite a bit of the fight out of the Scottish beauty, who was not able to maintain her bearhug at a crushing level, and was quite swiftly gathered up between Odessa's legs, thighs finding the point along Emily's flanks where they seemed to fit snugly before both drawing inwards, trying to meet in the middle, in the space which Emily's tummy currently occupied, with the result being quite the horrible strain on the pink-haired noblewoman's ribs and abdominals.

Odessa kept the pressure consistent, only very gradually increasing it as she regained her strength, not wanting to expend all her energy at once, and wanting to let Emily struggle within her hold for a while, to try to escape, to only realize when it was too late just how crushing the scissor hold truly was. Emily, for her part, was not content to merely play along with Odessa's plan. She rolled up onto her knees, and then began trying to pry Odessa's legs apart.

When that didn't work, she retaliated. Odessa was not in a position to defend, and as that hand sank into her tummy and began to tighten its grip, she knew that it would only be so long before she had to deal with it. Her concentration would be compromised, and her own abs would be dealt quite the severe blow. Her hands came up to try to pry Emily's away, but she did not have an advantageous angle from which to come at them, and she found no joy there. "Mmn...well, if you're going to make such a fuss about it..." she teased, mostly hiding the discomfort in her voice, before she suddenly twisted her hips to the side, releasing the scissors, but trying to dump Emily down face first on the mat in the process.