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Hollywood Hellcats #8: Charlize Theron vs. Heather Donahue by Oberon and Kim fr CWC

The parking lot behind the arena was almost empty except for a single car that just swung round the far side of the building and pulled into a space near the rear entrance. When the motor cut off, the sole occupant leans into the passenger's side as if considering bringing her personal belongings with her. In the end, Heather Donahue decides all she'll need is her purse and anything she can fit inside it like car keys and a few choice items she'd put in the car when she left her apartment. She'd ensured she'd be dressed for any occasion and that she and the actress she was to wrestle agreed on when they spoke on the phone that afternoon making final arrangements for tonight's meeting. Rummaging around in the passenger's seat, Heather carefully folded her choice items and fit them neatly in her purse, buttoning one section closed after everything was inside and placing the rest of her belongings in the back seat. Then she opened the door and got out, activating the alarm as she turned away and put her keys in another section of her purse, buttoned it closed and headed for the rear entrance. Reaching the back door and entering, she looked around and saw that her competition hadn't yet arrived. Something told her that her rival wouldn't pass up the chance to fight her from how eager she sounded on the other end of the line but for now, the only thing Heather could do was wait; figuring it wouldn't be long before her opponent came walking through the back doors. Heather had already decided she'd surprise her rival immediately upon her entrance.

Meanwhile, Charlize Theron was sitting in her convertible waiting to see if her rival will show. She absent-mindedly files her nails, wondering, almost expecting, Heather to back out. "I'm not even sure she's really an actress," Charlize mused. "No one seems to know much about her." The tall, slender beautiful blonde was just thinking Heather wouldn't show when she saw a car turn into the lot and a beautiful tall woman get out and go inside. Charlize took a deep breath, picked up the bag containing her new leopard print suit inside, opened the car door and eased her long legs out and headed toward the back door.

When Charlize came through the door, Heather was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, one leg bent at the knee with her high-heeled foot propped up. Her head was titled to the side, her eyes greeting Charlize as she looked the statuesque blonde slowly up and down, assessing her figure with a critical eye from her long legs, up past her muscular torso to Charlize's cat-like eyes. Perhaps it was unexpectedly seeing Heather waiting for her when she opened the door, or picking up on her energy of anticipation that seemed to thrum under Heather's skin and travel the space between them, but Charlize's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Heather awaiting her... just for a moment, then they narrowed again and the fleeting moment passed. Theron stepped forward and Heather lowered her foot. They approached each other, stopping in striking distance and for a few moments they locked eyes without speaking as tension mounted. Finally, Charlize broke the silence, placing her hands on her hips and bending one knee slightly, thrusting her perky breasts forward a little to test Heather's resistance to intimidation.

"I'm glad to see you had the guts to show up," Charlize said softly, her voice as brazen as her posture in which energy seemed to be channeled through her chest directed at Heather. Charlize stood just an inch or so taller than the sandy-blonde a few feet away, but she imagined this might be more than enough. Not to be outdone, Heather made sure Charlize knew she wasn't going to back down. Charlize had a much longer track record of Hollywood success but Heather was building a resume in the world of independent film ever since 'The Blair Witch Project' introduced her to filmdom. Still, her recent 'Taken' stint was nothing to brag about. Inching closer to the tall sexpot until their legs were almost touching, Heather slowly pushed her foot out between Charlize's feet; as if she intended nothing more than her next physical movement. Then she crossed her arms over her chest as she addressed her rival. Charlize couldn't help but notice Heather had bunched her own chest between her elbows to meet Theron's unspoken intimidation.

"Believe me," Heather replied just as softly as Charlize had opened conversation. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything."

"Even after Heather Graham's legs put a hurting on you?" Charlize purred. "At least, that's what I heard."

Charlize addressed the challenge from below Heather's belt, closing the distance even more, then lifting her leg to brush her inner thigh against Heather's outer thigh as if to demonstrate her leg strength in a tactile sense; her eyes glaring hard into Heather's.

"Oh puh-lease," Heather retorted, slapping the thigh Charlize brushed her with. "If ya heard everything at all, it's that my legs managed to hurt Graham too. And when all was said and done, I walked away with the bimbo's dress."

Refraining from repeating the same move, but not backing down or breaking the eye contact, Charlize maintained the pre-fight conversation a bit longer, still testing her foe. "And I suppose something similar will happen in our fight?" She allowed herself a small, condescending smile as she continued staring Heather down. "If you're willing to suggest the kind of fight we're having, you may get there yet. On the other hand, you might find these legs around your waist more than you can handle. Giving you a hurting that would make what Graham did seem pleasant. All we need is a nice, quiet ring somewhere to find out."

"You're on for that," Heather sniffed, returning Charlize's stare unflinchingly, deciding it was time to name the game since Charlize was leaving it open for her to do so. "We'll catfight using our legs; see who can hold out longest with the other's legs wrapped around her. But," she added. "You should know that ever since I was roughing it in those woods, I've stayed in shape in every part of my body - especially my legs. So don't be surprised if you find them stronger than you expect when I put you in a nice, tight scissors."

"We'll see about that," Charlize retorted. Then motioning with a wave of her arm, "... after you."

Heather lead the way to the gym in which there were television cameras sited around the ring at each turnbuckle to catch the action for airing on the program later that evening. Once inside, Charlize locked the door behind them, turned and looked right into Heather's eyes. There was no mistaking the meaning in her gaze, but Heather stared back evenly, not flinching the slightest as she returned Charlize's burning gaze. For what seemed like a long time they stared each other down, neither speaking as they maintained eye contact.

Eventually, Heather broke the silence. "What are we gonna do all night? Wrestle or play chicken with our eyes?"

"Wrestle," Charlize replied succinctly, moving past Heather without another word.

She headed to a dimly lit ring in the center of the vast gym. Heather sniffed, reaching for the light switch by the door and turning the dial just a tad, illuminating the ring as Charlize climbed through the ropes. Following her, Heather watched Charlize shift and pull off her skirt and top, stripping down to a skimpy leopard print bikini that left little of her toned, tight body to the imagination. It was just three small patches of cloth held together by a few thin strips with a thong up the back between the tall blondes awesome butt cheeks.

Climbing in the ring after her, Heather removed her skirt and top with calculated precision designed to let Charlize know she wasn't intimidated to compete with her in terms of a strip-down. She revealed a tight fitting tiger print bikini and Heather couldn't help smiling at her rival's reaction. She'd figured Charlize would wear something flamboyant and wanted to do her one better. Charlize managed to look impressed for a second, but then quickly became all business as she walked pointedly to a corner in the ring and stood calmly waiting for Heather to do the same.

Choosing the opposite corner, Heather called to her from across the ring. "Rules?"

"None," Charlize answered with a shrug, then added, "except whoever submits or passes out first, loses!"

Heather considered this for an instant, then nodded, "Done. Whenever you're ready...."

Charlize performed the stretching routine she uses to get ready for her matches while glaring at Heather, taking note of her opponent.

'She doesn't look so tough to me,' she thought, but remembered thinking the same thing before her fight with the Canadian. Charlize shuddered at the memory, still wondering what had gone wrong. 'I had everything going my way,' the blonde beauty remembered. 'Then something went wrong and everything's fuzzy after that. Well, I won't let that happen again,' Theron resolves as she flexes her biceps. 'I need to show this skank who's boss right away.' With that in mind, Charlize took three long strides to the center of the ring, raised her arms and beckoned Heather to meet her for a test-of-strength.

"Let's see what you got," she hissed, thinking to herself, 'I know I must be stronger, but if she somehow surprises me, I'm going to use my speed and training to turn her power against her. I know I can win this fight, because I won't quit till this strange girl surrenders and I can plant my foot on her throat.'

Waiting patiently while Charlize went through her pre-match stretch, staring at the statuesque blonde as Theron's eyes seemed to bore into her from across the ring; taking stock of the slender blonde from head to toe. Just as when they met by the rear entrance before they entered the gym, Charlize's stare is even and intimidating, but Heather suspects there's something else behind that stare as Charlize flexes her biceps and moves to the center of the ring and lifts her arms above her head inviting a test of strength. Heather realizes it is a look of extreme caution, as if she is expecting a rough start as Heather's hands clasp with hers.

Heather had never seen Charlize in a Hollywood Hellcats match but she'd heard stories of her speed and agility. For this reason, she was glad to start with a test of strength and she walked forward to meet Theron in the center of the ring thinking she'd have a chance to test Charlize's strength with something more hands-on than a mere display of muscle flexing.

"Just so you know," Heather cautioned as she raised her hands, fingers interlacing with Charlize's and clamping tight; their eyes locked. "I didn't wrestle a hard-fought match with Heather Graham just to lose to you. I'm going to enjoy bending that sexy body the wrong way before I smother you with my boobs the same way I did her."

"I'll have you between my legs first," Charlize growled, steeling herself for the explosion of energy to come. "Squirming in pain and begging for mercy. You, I'm afraid, are in for a world of hurt. Heather."

There seemed to be no further need for words and, hands clasped, Heather and Charlize nodded simultaneously, planting their feet against the canvas as their muscles tensed and the test of strength began. It was fairly evenly at first, with equal amounts of energy channeled through their arms and no noticeable ground gained by either. The only sound was the actresses' heavy breathing as their feet scuffled and shuffled on the mat for purchase as their arms flexed, relaxed and flexed again as they sought the advantage. Their eyes never wavered as both combatants wordlessly tried to push their inner resolve to overflowing into the other's gaze for additional leverage.

Slowly, their arms began to change position as their fingers dug reflexively into the other's hands; one pair of clasped arms arching upward as Heather and Charlize leaned in opposite directions, then lowering again as they fought back upright and leaned to the other side. Their arms arched over their heads, Charlize leaned into Heather and she pushed toward Charlize and then arched downward again. Four legs shifted and four feet planted on the mat again as the power struggle continued in a bizarre dance, their eyes wide in frustration and renewed determination to overpower the other. This seemed to go on much longer to them than it would have to anyone watching the two rivals trying to overpower their opponent.

Tiring of the game just a bit, Heather opted to take the test of strength to a new level, making a concentrated effort to force both pair of clasped hands down to Charlize's sides and pressing her chest forward into Charlize's. Going with the flow of the maneuver, Charlize shifted position again, forcing Heather's arms behind her back with their hands still clasped; now knuckle-white from the energy they poured into their arms. Pushing her chest back into Heather's as if demonstrating who the better woman was, Charlize's leopard print clad tits bumped and ground Heather's tiger print encased boobs until Charlize managed to wrench her hands free of Heather's, quickly snaking her arms around Heather's torso and trapping her arms at her sides. Drawing in a deep breath as she applied the bear hug, Charlize snapped Heather's head back with sudden pressure as Heather twisted first to one side then the other trying to free her pinned arms.

"Get the fuck offa me," Heather snarled as she felt Charlize's arms crushing her torso with surprising strength.

"Nothing doing bitch," Charlize growled again, her voice lower as she ground her tits and stomach on her opponent. "I'm going to see how much I enjoy squeezing the life out of you." Tightening her arms between sentences with a thick grunt, she went on. "You thought Graham was tough? You don't know the half of it. Just wait til my LEGS are wrapped around this lithe body!"

"Don't....ugh...worry," Heather grunted, finally managing to wrench her arms free of Charlize's grip and slapping them around Theron's torso in her own bear hug. Charlize increased the power of her bearhug, moaning as Heather poured pressure into her bearhug, but her arms tightening Charlize's grip on her own body in the process.

"My arms and legs can do some squeezing of their own," Heather gasped. "Graham found that out and so will you."

Grunting, Heather engaged Charlize in a contest of whose arms could force greater amount of air from the other's body in the shortest time. Charlize was realizing Heather was proving to be stronger than she appeared and was glad her arms were on the inside which allowed her to apply more power than Heather. Charlize took a deep breath, tightened her arms as she felt her breasts digging into Heather's softer breasts. Using her legs, the tall blonde dipped and then with a burst of strength, she lifted Heather's feet off the mat! Running to the corner, Charlize slammed Heather's back into the turnbuckle. Charlize heard with glee the breath being knocked out of Heather when she was sandwiched between her body and the post.

However, Charlize found that she couldn't deal with the rebound and felt herself going down as she was knocked off balance. Straining just to keep from going over backward, Charlize tried to twist to the left as she lost her hold on Heather. She landed on her side with a grunt as Heather came crashing down with a thud beside her. Charlize yelped as she bounced off the mat and scrambled to her knees with her hands up looking to pounce on Heather who had landed on her right arm, rolling instinctively onto her back before she could regain her bearings.

At the sound of Charlize's roar, Heather forced herself up into a sitting position with her left arm; using the hand to massage her right biceps as she turned in time to see Charlize half-crawl, half-scurry toward her, eager to jump her from the look of female fight lust on her face. Heather's legs felt the tingle of Charlize's thighs brushing over them as Charlize crawled on her. Heather twisted to the right just as Charlize's legs moved to her waist, calves gliding along her thighs, her left arm flashing to grab Charlize by the throat. Spurred to rush Heather, Charlize ducked the swinging arm, legs rubbing on her waist as she slid behind her. Snaking her arms under Heather's armpits, she cinched in a full nelson, then slipped her legs around Heather's waist, her knees and inner thighs under her ribcage, crossing her ankles as she squeezed. Heather grunted when Charlize scissored her body, setting the full nelson so it was almost impossible to move her trapped arms.

"UNGH!" grunted Heather again as Charlize's legs squeezed tight with a harsh kicking motion. "Bitch... let go..."

"Squeeze the shit out of you," Charlize groaned with the exertion of maintaining the tight scissors, into the moment of subduing her rival. Her fingers interlaced behind Heather's neck, holding her mid-back length hair at bay. "Make you beg for mercy...."

"Don't... COUNT on it..." Heather grunted a third time as Charlize's legs kicked yet again, tightening her scissors. "If you misjudge... how much strength... you should use......" she went on, squirming against the tightness of Charlize's long limbs coiled around her as she tried to power down her arms to break Charlize's grip on her arms and neck. "You may find out... how hard... my legs can squeeze... UUUNNNNNHHHHHH!"

"Save your breath, honey," Charlize admonished as she exerted another pulse of her legs, stretching them as far as they would go and smiling at how easily she'd taken control. But Heather seemed to have boundless energy, and the more rational part of her knew she'd have to work at sapping that vitality if she expected to plant her foot on her defeated foe. Shifting position on Heather's writhing body while keeping her from escaping, Charlize repositioned herself with her legs crushing Heather's waist in a figure four and her right arm across Heather's throat, her wrist secured by her left arm. Moving up and down, Charlize ground the figure four into her midriff, her leg muscles bulging as she squeezed Heather who struggled like a lioness caught in the grip of a python. When she saw how secure her grip was, Charlize followed up her admonishment with, "You can wriggle all you want, and waste your own energy, because you and I are going to cuddle!"

Charlize began rocking in time to Heather's zealous thrashing, her taut legs clamped on her midriff, her arms cutting off just enough of Heather's breathing to make her uncomfortable. But Charlize didn't want to choke her out, not yet; just show her how potent her body was for as long as she wanted before wrenching the inevitable submission. After a couple of minutes, however, Heather's ardent twisting still hadn't diminished as much Charlize thought it should have. Heather was determined to fight her way out of the dual holds she was trapped in.

Charlize knew there had to be another way to wear her down, so uncoiling her arms from around Heather's neck, she allowed her a grateful inhalation of air she Charlize curled and repositioned her body on Heather's right side with her legs scissoring Heather's lower midriff, increasing in power enough that she forced a groan from Heather's lips as the dirty-blonde's hands slapped Charlize's outer right thigh, then slid along her skin to grab the muscles in the back of Charlize's thigh, hard!

After what seemed like an epic struggle, Heather finally managed to force open a wide enough space between Charlize's legs to let her wriggle free. Rolling away, and pushing herself to her hands and knees, she crawled across the mat perpendicular to where Charlize knelt, breathing heavily as she glared openly at her. She was obviously winded and drained from the tight scissors, but apparently still willing to wrestle.

"You'll pay for that," Heather growled as Charlize moved toward her again; her face flushed from the exertion she'd expended torturing Heather on the mat.

Charlize took a deep breath as she got to her feet and moved with the sleek speed of a jungle cat until she was standing over the recovering Heather. If anyone was more surprised than Heather was at recent developments, it was Charlize, who'd expected to squeeze the fight from her and couldn't believe she'd managed to squirm and writhe out from between her famous legs! Charlize reached down, a sneer curling her pretty lips as she wrapped her fingers in Heather's hair and with a yell, yanked her surprised foe to her feet. Before Heather was fully upright, Charlize lowered her shoulder and brought her fist up from knee level, driving her knuckles deep into Heather's soft and unready stomach.

Charlize's eyes sparkled with delight at the gasp she heard as Heather's body folded around her punch. Still holding Heather' hair, she reset as her staggering foe gasped for air and then stepped into another big uppercut to Heather's chin. Charlize knew from the ache in her hand that Heather felt that one and she lost her grip on Heather's hair as the dirty blonde staggered back into the ropes. On a roll, Charlize charged Heather who tried to grab the top rope to keep on her feet. Once on top of the stunned Heather, Charlize grabbed her left arm and twisted it hard and high up behind her back, putting her in a strong hammerlock, then again twisted her fingers in Heather's hair and jerked her head backward.

"Prepare to say hello to Mr. Ringpost, baby," Charlize spat as she used her long legs to propel Heather face-first into the turnbuckle.

But as Charlize gathered momentum running her toward the corner, Heather quickly calculated how soon the turnbuckle would be in range and then stuck out her right leg. Her foot slapped the padded post outside the ropes, halting Charlize's progress before she could take the final step into the corner with Heather. Charlize's haughty sneer turning into a look of surprised anger when she was stopped dead in her tracks.

Charlize twisted the wrist in her grip, levering Heather's left arm higher up her back and demanded, "Get your foot off there!"

"I don't think so," Heather spat back, groaning as Charlize worked her arm. Seeing that Heather wasn't about to let her have the satisfaction of slamming her into the leather-padded turnbuckle, Charlize took a step back and tried a different tactic. Straightening Heather's arm and using her other hand to press down on her shoulder, Charlize wrenched the trapped limb as she forced the dirty blonde to her knees. She wanted another shot at squeezing the vitality out of this bitch with her long legs after Heather escaped the last time and she was prepared to do so; but for the moment she enjoyed the power and control that coursed through her body as Heather's left knee, then her right, dropped to the mat.

As much as she wanted to feel Heather's body weakening between her legs, Charlize offered Heather a chance to save herself the agony of another leglock; if not, she was prepared to put her away early. Lowering herself and planting her right knee on the back of Heather's shoulder, keeping her other hand locked on her wrist, Charlize let out a deep sigh as if bored with Heather's uninspired performance, asking sweetly, "You ready to give yet?"

"Forget it," Heather growled. "Not till I get a shot at putting you between my legs!"

"By the time I'm finished," Charlize sneered as she let go of Heather's wrist and shoulder. "You'll be all out of fight, I'm afraid." She rolled Heather over onto her back, then walked briskly around her prone body and sat at her left side, preparing to apply another scissors. "Wait til you feel how tight my legs are gonna squeeze you this time!"

"Not this time," Heather snarled.

Before Charlize had a chance to wrap her legs above and below Heather's torso, Heather gave a sudden burst and rolled to her left, her right hand slashing out, her claws ripping across Charlize's eyes! The face rake came just in time to keep Charlize from wrapping her legs around her, blinding her and bringing tears of pain to her stinging eyes. Charlize's hands instinctively covered her face but then she cried out sharply as another vicious slash of Heather's fingernails tore at the top of her leopard print bikini, seeming to cut into the hard nipples and the surrounding areola! There was a flurry of movement unseen by Charlize as Heather brought her legs up, spun around and then rammed her heels into Charlize's solar plexus. The kick took the wind out of Charlize's sails, knocking her prostrate on the mat where she sprawled with her mouth gaping, gasping and wheezing for air.

With her watery eyes squeezed tightly shut, Charlize heard a voice in her ear say, "Payback's a bitch, isn't it? I filed my nails special for this occasion." Then unseen hands grabbed her blonde hair and pulled. By the time Charlize regained her vision, Heather was putting her torso between her slender legs, crossing her left leg over her belly and then locking it in place with her left ankle. "Now let's see how you stand up to MY legs," growled Heather as she slammed her scissors closed and ground her thights into Charlize's ribs and abs just as Charlize was about to regain her ability to breathe.

Leaning back on her hands, Heather stretched her legs full length, throwing her head back and pouring considerable energy into the tight scissors; applying so much force that her ass lifted off the mat as she increased the fierce pressure whenever Charlize tried to counter her. Now it was Charlize who grunted and groaned as the air was squeezed out of her body by Heather's slim legs which felt like cables tightening around her waist. Her ribs felt the strain of Heather's leg muscles as the scissors alternately squeezed and crushed her. Charlize steeled herself against the pain, stubbornly determined not to give the dirty-blonde bitch the satisfaction of knowing how much her legs were hurting her. Pushing up with her feet, Charlize raised up off the mat, leaning into Heather, trying to press her back into Heather's chest, but each time she started to rise, Heather forced her to lose balance with a vicious jerk of her legs, her grunts mingling with Charlize's groans of pain whenever Heather's legs squeezed tighter.

"I don't hear any bravado now," Heather taunted, punctuating her words with another jerk of her legs. After some more squeezing and grunting by both combatants, Heather added, "Maybe this'll get some words out of you..." She loosened her legs and grabbed Charlize's wrists. Pulling her arms back behind her back, Heather planted both feet in Charlize's back and pushed, adding "I'm done squeezing... for the time being. Now I'm gonna work on both of your..."

Rage at the unexpected and uncomfortable turn of events turned to fear as Charlize felt the power of Heather's constrictions and she realized she was on the receiving end of a fight she thought she'd had totally under control. Charlize tried to kick her legs and twist her hips, writhing to find a way out of her predicament; looking for room to maneuver as Heather continued pouring on the pressure in huge busts. Charlize realized that she was trapped... little gasps and groans were all that escaped her lips as Heather continued her domination, taunting Charlize over and over by asking if she wanted to admit defeat. Charlize's answers grew weaker and weaker as did her struggling.

Heather feeling in control began to toy with her trapped prey using her legs to lift Charlize's butt off the mat and the bang her down with a humiliating THUMP! Charlize body started to go limp and again, Heather demanded concession... Charlize's head lolled on her neck and Heather brought her face close, her mouth open almost like she was ready to take a bite. Suddenly, the seemly limp blonde stiffened sharply and just as Heather's face was close enough, Charlize snapped her head backward, smashing into Heather's face. Charlize felt Heather's legs weaken for an instant, but an instant was all she needed! Striking with the speed of a coiled snake, Charlize yanked her arms free and clapped her hands on both sides of Heather's face!

Heather recoiled in shock as Charlize scrambled free and straggling to her feet while Heather sat stunned on the mat. Charlize moving quickly, snapping out a kick with her right foot that found Heather's face and knocked her flat. Charlize reached down and buried her fingers in Heather's hair, hissing, "You're going to really pay for that now, bitch!"

Charlize scrambles behind Heather, wrapping her legs around her throat from behind, locking the figure four headlock with one ankle under her other calf. Leaning back on her hands, Charlize lifted her ass off the canvas, pouring pressure into her thighs as Heather begins gasping for air; clawing and punching Charlize's legs trying desperately to loosen her hold. Planting her feet on the mat, Heather tried to bridge out of Charlize's powerful leglock, but a hard pulse of the statuesque blonde's legs left her choking, struggling to regain her breath.

"Having trouble breeeeeeathing?" mocked Charlize, shaking the figure four in quick pulses.

Heather squirmd left and right, frantically trying to squirm free from her foe's legs, her sharp nails digging into the soft flesh of Charlize's thighs. Heather's claws are answered with another sharp squeeze, but then Charlize loosens the figure four and stretched out her legs, allowing Heather to suck in a lungful of welcome air with a hoase rattle. Desperate to escape; Heather twists her head to the right, biting Charlize's inner thigh as hard as the scissors permits. Charlize suppresses a scream, easing the pressure of her leglock just enough for Heather to roll over on her stomach.

Then in a quick motion, Charlize snaps the scissors closed again, forcing Heather's red face down onto the leopard print crotch panel of her bikini covering her womanhood. Charlize leaned forward, reaching over Heather to grab her kicking ankles, pulling and bending her legs back until her heels are touching her lower back! Keeping the pressure steady as Heather's muffled groans vibrate against her aroused pussy, Charlize rocks, lifting Heather's hips up and down, increasing the pressure of the leglock cinched around Heather's head while humping her trapped face on her rapidly moistening crotch.

"That feels good, bitch," Charlize snickers as Heather's moans intensify. "Maybe after I've kicked your ass I'll...AIIEEEEEEEEE!"

Whatever Charlize had in mind for Heather will remain unsaid for the time being; her words were cut off by a long-winded scream when Heather sank her teeth into her pussy right through her leopard-print bikini bottom. The next thing Charlize felt was another sharp pain from Heather's sharp nails raking her thighs. Charlize screamed again as Heather began to chew inflamed womanhood.

Needing to stop the pain, Charlize released her scissor and slammed Heather's ears with her cupped palms, forcing her jaw to unhinge and dazing her long enough for Charlize to slid her hips back, then drop to her knees moaning. The pain from Heather's pussy bite was all but impossible to ignore, but she knew she couldn't let go of Heather's ankles to assuage the ache in her throbbing crotch lest her adversary possibly gain an advantage again.

As Heather wiped blood from her nose, Charlize sprang forward and with a thick, guttural grunt, dropped her ass on Heather's back as she pulled Heather's slender legs back to. Charlize leaned back, stretching Heather's legs at a painful angle, twisting her body into an 'L' shape; bouncing up and down to increase her pain. Most of the blood drained from Heather's face and she beat her palms on the canvas in agony and frustration. She tried to push up with her hands only to find herself forced back to the canvas as Charlize bore down harder! Looking back at Heather with a derisive sneer, Charlize let Heather know who's in charge as she bends her legs further still, arching her own back to increase the pressure as Heather's grunts grow deeper and louder.

"You can give anytime you want," Charlize intoned in a low, seductive tone. "I may make it up to you in a much more pleasurable way if you're willing to behave. But for now, I can hold you like this a long time, so if you're thinking of fighting back, I'd reconsider!"

While Charlize was boasting, Heather's hand was reaching back, creeping up Charlize's back until she could grab a handful of hair. Closing her fist on a clump of Charlize's hair, she yanked back hard and bucked as wildly as she could in the uncomfortable position she was trapped. Despite the pain in her legs and back, Heather gasped, "Not quite yet, bitch...."

The sudden and sharp yank of hair took Charlize off guard and put her off balance. As Charlize's weight shifted on top of her, Heather summoned as much strength as she could and twisted her hips just enough to unseat Charlize who lost her grip on her ankles. With a curse under her breath, Charlize went tumbling off to one side on her hands and knees. Looking back down between her legs, Charlize took aim and kicked hard with one foot, then the other! The first missed its intended target completely but the second struck Heather's side as she lay there trying to gather her strength.

Charlize heard the grunt and spun around on her hands and knees, then hustled over on her knees and twisted her fingers in Heather's dirty blonde hair. She yanked Heather to her knees and drove a hard fist low and deep in Heather's soft gut. Smiling as she heard the air escaping between Heather's open lips, Charlize nailed the gasping blonde with another shot to the same spot. Heather's body doubled over as she dropped to her hands and knees wheezing and gasping.

Charlize started going at the blonde's breasts next and Heather was dazed and on the way out, knowing if she didn't fight back now it would be all over. She tried to raise her arms but wasn't sure if she had the strength left to stop the punishment Charlize was dishing out. Seeing Heather weakening, Charlize decided to end things! Stopping her attack on Heather’s breasts, Charlize grabbed her arms, pushed her into a seated position and tried a tricky maneuver.

Sitting in front of Heather, breast-to-breast, she wrapped her arms around Heather's in a reverse full nelson and slithered her legs forward, wrapping them tightly around Heather's middle. Holding Heather's waist as tight as she could with her legs, Charlize cinched the hold, trapping her adversary with no chance of escape. As the hold was secured, Heather struggled vainly to extricate herself, but Charlize held fast, straightening her legs to tighten her grip around Heather's midriff whenever she tried to wriggle free, using the muscles of her arms to suppress Heather's upper body. Soon, Heather was gasping and choking, unable to breathe. Charlize smiled as her foe's energy waned, caught in her long limbs. Heather tried using her own legs to mount some kind of counterassault, but she didn’t have the leverage to do it; Charlize was in complete control of the situation.

"I think we both know who won this," Charlize intoned sweetly. "I'm ready for that submission, anytime you're ready. Then I’ll let you go right away."

For the moment, Heather still refused to concede and despite her waning strength she continued to squirm between Charlize’s legs, trying to work her own legs up to find leverage to wrap them around any part of Charlize's body she could reach. But it was no use! Charlize had a tight grip on her and retaliation was almost impossible. To demonstrate that, Charlize squeezed her legs hard around Heather's midriff, flexing her arms around Heather's upper body just enough to wring a long, low groan of pain from Heather.

"Give, or it'll get worse," Charlize purred as she maintained the hold, craning her neck and nuzzling Heather’s flushed cheek; sending a shiver through the girl’s trapped body. "I know plenty of interesting submissions just like this one that can put you in a world of hurt." A tighter squeeze and Heather groaned again, softer but longer.

Finally, her groans degenerated into a guttural demand. "Get off me!"

"Now, now,” Charlize purred. “You're in no position to talk like that. Not when I'm sapping your strength" She uncoiled her arms and legs from Heather's squirming body, rolled her onto her stomach and quick as a feline sat on her back. "You know," she continued, grabbing Heather's ankles and fitting them under her armpits as she reached for Heather's hair. “From the way you handled Graham I expected more resistence from you. Maybe you should take a longer rest between matches so you’d pose more of a challenge! Maybe next time..." her voice trailed off as she interlaced her fingers under Heather's chin and pulled back, stretching Heather's legs and upper body, expertly suppressing her feverish struggling. "I can hold you as long as I want," Charlize purred again. “And I will, until you either give up or pass out! The choice is yours..."

Heather gritted her teeth against the pain as Charlize started to bounce up and down, increasing the pressure on her legs and spine as she continued her taunts: "Maybe I'll wrestle Graham after this match is done after all," she cooed. "This match was too easy!" She stopped bouncing, leaned and stretched again, asking, "Give? Or pass out? Pick one quick!"

Thinking she'd rather pass out than submit, Heather ignored the question and, through the extreme pain in her body and gritted teeth, she growled, "If there is a next time, I'd be more than happy to show you what I’m capable of like I showed Graham!" Then squeezing her eyes shut, she gasped, “You'll have to put me out, bitch!"

"If you say so," Charlize shrugged, cinching her fingers on Heather's windpipe to cut off her oxygen as she continued the relentless stretching of her body. In seconds, Heather's groans were replaced by choking noises as she gagged but this only encouraged Charlize to tighten her grip on Heather's throat; digging her fingers into her windpipe as she exerted more pressure on her legs and back. Heather's face was twisted into a grotesque rictus of agony, her face beet red, her teeth clenched harder, her eyes squeezed shut even more tightly.

Heather had no leverage to wiggle out of her clutches; all she could do was rock back and forth on her stomach a little, but Charlize subdued that easily by increasing the pressure of her agonizing hold. Still, Heather stubbornly refused to concede the fight when Charlize demanded the submission a final time, prompting her to increase the pressure. Heather's mind was woozy from lack of air and when she opened her eyes briefly, she found her vision was hopelessly blurred. She felt her body yielding to the submission hold Charlize held her in, and slowly but surely, she went under; her body going limp; out cold!

Satisfied that Heather wasn’t playing possum, Charlize released her and let her slump to the canvas in the middle of the ring. Using Heather’s leg, Charlize rolled her sleeping body onto her back, face up. Heather had passed out so she couldn’t hear what Charlize was about to say, but Charlize addressed her for the cameras all the same:

"I told you I’d plant my foot on your throat earlier this evening….remember?"

Lifting her leg and facing the camera, Charlize wiped sweat from her face as she did what she’d promised, putting the bottom of her right foot lazily on Heather's windpipe as she hitched up her leopard-print bikin top and smiled for the camera, her arms raised above her head, her perky breasts heaving and flashing her famous sweet smile as she savored her victory.

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