Superstar Squash Women

Sybille: I enter the small private fight room after you challenged me in the FED and head straight for the ring. I brush my long hair back and step elegantly through the ropes. I go to my corner and place one foot on the middle rope while I wait for you. A smile of anticipation spreads across my face as you approach the ring. I’m very pleased to finally be able to face off against you. The thought of getting up close and personal with you, all sweaty, makes my heart race—and at the same time, I’m filled with anticipation for my victory and for showing you that I’m the stronger one of the two of us. My eyes are fixed on you as you approach the ring, while my foot, with its black-painted toes, wiggles on the rope, and I flex my biceps and abs to immediately instill some respect in you for my Amazon-like body. I'm wearing my usual black outfit for this fight.

Sybille:

Flo_Fieldson: I enter the small private room following you, as I look at you entering the ring and moving in your corner in your sexy and great black outfit. And thinking that in few minutes we are going to fight, to be so close, to try to show who is the better woman makes me so excited and hot. I slide inside the ropes and move in my corner, opposite to yours. I reach there and lay my back on the corner post, wearing a red bikini for this occasion, barefoot, my nails (hands and feet) matching with the color of my outfit. As I move my eyes up on you I catch you flexing, your arms and abs, and I can notice immediately your toned body, for sure looking in a better shape than mine. But I feel confident I can do well, it's not going to be easy, but I think I can have my way against you. Leaning more in the corner, sliding my feet with my red painted toenails towards you as I smile

Flo_Fieldson:

Sybille: I watch you step into the ring, and I have to say, rarely has an opponent taken my breath away quite like you have. You look fantastic in your outfit and your matching painted nails. Red versus black, I think to myself as I watch you. The way your sexy leg muscles move—and your whole gait—somehow I can tell right away that today won’t end with just the fight. “I like you, Flo, but here in the ring, I won't be taking that into account,” I say with a smile, looking you straight in the eyes. “And you wanted this to be private—we have no audience, no referee to intervene, and the winner can do whatever she wants with the loser.” I smile at you; somehow, you can detect a little warmth in my smile, but above all, it’s a predatory, wolf-like grin full of anticipation. I push off the rope decisively with my foot, take two steps toward the center of the ring, and raise my arms. My thigh muscles are clearly visible, as are my bulging biceps as I tense up in preparation for the fight.

Flo_Fieldson: I look at the way you are looking at me and I can't avoid to think that you are fucking hot and sexy. Then your words hit me and make me smile, even if I know that you are also telling me that you want to beat me and show you are the superior one. But it's the same thing I want to. "I like you too Sybille, I can't hide the truth" and then I add "But the feeling is mutual, I want to fight at my best and beat you, and show you who is the stronger one" I listen a bit more and nod "ok, sure...the loser is at winner complete disposal" and with a smirk on my face I step out from my corner, moving my arms and hands up and shake them, then focusing completely on you and your body, ready to start the fight

Sybille: I give you another friendly nod as you walk toward me. Just the way you move—smooth, nimble—is like a small, determined wildcat. “Oh, it will be my pleasure to show you your place at my feet, kitty,” I say, raising my arms slightly. I challenge you to a test of strength right off the bat and look at you defiantly, my fingers slightly spread.

Flo_Fieldson: I smirk back at you "keep being so confident, so it will be even better to put you at your place and have fun with you and with these" and while I'm stepping forward and raise my right foot I wiggle my toes towards you. I see your arms moving up a bit and I nod, accepting the challenge for the test of strenght. I push my hands forwards, trying to interlock my fingers with yours and pushing with my bare feet on the mat

Sybille: I quickly turn my face away, almost in a panic, as you hold out the sole of your foot toward me from a short distance away and wiggle your toes. But the damage is already done—I feel the arousal between my legs, and my nipples are pressing hard and pointed against the black fabric, impossible to miss. All the more determinedly, I interlock my fingers with yours and can’t help but smile at how readily you accept it. I’m taller and a little more muscular than you. “Does she really think she has even the slightest chance?” I ask myself silently as you brace yourself and I do the same. One foot forward, the other pulled back slightly, I brace myself and our bodies draw closer, pressing against each other. While I take advantage of my height and press down lightly from above to bend your wrists and gain the upper hand.

Flo_Fieldson: I notice your reactions when I wiggle my toes at you, and I smile "this could be really helpful" but when I grab your hands I immediately think it wasn't a good idea, since your are a bit taller and more muscular then me as I begin to feel the pressure of your arms trying to push me down, as our bodies get closer. I keep a quick look down and I see your black painted toenails and I feel something into my guts and my crotch as I try to look away and focus again on the moment, pushing harder with my feet on the canvas and trying to extend my arms at my best trying to prevent you from completely push me down on one knee

Sybille: “She just stared at my foot,” flashes through my mind as I see your movement, just as I start pushing your arms backward. I put a lot of force into it as the thought crosses my mind that you might have the same weakness for feet as I do. Well, I’ll find out, I think to myself. My chest presses against yours, and my abs twitch as they brush against your breasts and upper abdomen while we stand so close together. I can feel your breath on my neck as I stare intently into your eyes; my eyes signal to you that I’d love nothing more than to bring you to your knees right from the start. I’m taking a bit of a risk as we stand here like this. If I’m wrong and can’t distract you enough with this, it could put me at a disadvantage. As we stand there close together and I've already pushed your arms back a little, I lift one foot and run the sole of my foot along yours, letting my toes play around your ankle.

Flo_Fieldson: You continue to push with your arms, making my feet slide a bit back as our bodies are connecting, chest against chest, and I can feel your hard nipples pushing against mine, hard as well...your upper abs pushing against my belly, and feeling them harder than mine...I see the confidence in your eyes as I grimace in the effort of withstand your push, but then suddenly I feel something moving on the top of my foot, I bend a bit my head to look down and I see your foot sliding over mine, the sole caressing my foot and your toes playing on my ankles...I let out a soft moan and I gasp, losing for a moment control on my arms and you manage to bend my arms down, making me move my right knee down on the mat "Damn!" I hiss

Sybille: Luckily, my distraction works, and now I’m sure you’re just as into feet as I am. I lick my lips with relish as you flinch and your arms go limp for a moment. I take full advantage of it. I push you down and bring you to your knees. “It’s sweet that you’re starting right here, because this is where you’ll end up, too,” I say, and kiss you briefly on your wonderful lips. Then I stand up straight again, without letting go of your hands. Actually, I was about to slam my knee right under your chin to knock you right back down, but during that brief kiss, another idea occurred to me. I lift my leg, but not to hit you with my knee—rather, to press my foot into your face, pinch your nose between my toes, and pull your arms toward me so that I can press my foot very hard against your lips with the sole, all while looking into your eyes as I humiliate you and whisper, “I know you like this, you little foot-obsessed bitch.... Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

Flo_Fieldson: Pushed down on my knees, still groaning when your face get so close to mine when you give me a soft and quick kiss to my lips, surprising me again..."W..what?" I moan...I feel my arms trembling when you keep the pressure...trying to find a way to escape when your right foot moves up and you push it on my face...pinching my nose with your sexy toes and then sliding the sole on my nose and mouth, pulling my arms so you push the foot even harder on my face "Bitch!" hissing, trying to turn my face so you're pushing on my cheek and not my face and then I try to fall down on my side, pulling with my arms trying to get you down with me

Sybille: Before I can even build up enough pressure and get a firm grip, you turn your face away, my foot slides across your cheek, and you yank on your arms. If I already had everything under control, it wouldn’t have worked—but since I’m standing on just one leg, you throw me slightly off balance. I let go of your arms before you pull me down, briefly set my foot down while you go down to the ground on your side, and then land a kick to your side.

Flo_Fieldson: My move work only partially, as I manage to get free from the grip of your hands but not enough to make you fall on the mat with me...I roll and try to crawl away but "UGHHHHH" you kick your foot on my side, sending me rolling on the canvas again, trying to continue to move to the side of the ring, wanting to get the ropes to help myself move up on my feet again

Sybille: I watch as you roll and slide toward the ropes. I follow you. I can easily keep up with you on foot, and when you pull yourself up on the rope, I grab the middle rope, pull it tight around your neck, and press my knee into the back of your neck. “Maybe you should just give up right away, little one,” I say with a grin, as I slowly increase the pressure with my knee and press your neck against the rope.

Flo_Fieldson: I'm halfway to stand up on my feet when "UMGFFF" I feel the middle rope pushing hard into my neck, right on my throat, making hard for me to breath...I cough, spitting some saliva as you increase the pressure by pushing your knee into my exposed back, making me push my belly out towards the crowd...groaning, trying to send my right arm and fist back hoping to hit you somewhere to slow you down

Sybille: I’ve got you well under control and I’m enjoying the sounds you’re making. The fact that there’s no referee to hold me back could already seal your defeat here. I look out at the audience with satisfaction and enjoy the stares, since the fight has been very one-sided so far and is going exactly according to plan. But maybe that’s exactly the crucial mistake at that moment—you show off your agility by thrusting your elbow backward and hitting my muscle hard, just above the knee. The pain makes me cry out, and I jerk my leg away, feeling a sharp pain in my leg. I step back. With my first few steps, I feel pain but also realize that nothing really serious has happened; the pain subsides quickly.

Flo_Fieldson: My arm moves back and hit something with the elbow, and from your cry of pain it seems I've hit you well, maybe not really hard but enough to make you release the grip on the middle rope and remove your knee from back..in the moment you move back I pull with my arms and push myself up on my feet, and turning to face you. I'm still in a dangerous position, with my back at the ropes, still a bit hurt, but finally able to try to put some fight in this match "I'm going to make you pay for everything you did" I hiss at you, raising my hands up and take a couple of steps out from the ropes

Sybille: “Oh, now you're almost making me curious to see how you're going to pull this off, Flo,” I say, a little mockingly. My strong start has boosted my confidence. I wait until you start untangling yourself from the ropes and slowly come toward me. At that moment, I swing my arm up, rush toward you, and sweep you off your feet with a clothesline.

Flo_Fieldson: Arms up, panting, but my eyes are locked on you and ready to react. As I'm getting closer you move too, extending your arm and swinging it at my body, but I read it and duck down, making you miss the target on my body, and even if crouched and low I swing up my right fist, trying to send it on your navel area

Sybille: You take advantage of the fact that you’re smaller and maybe a little faster, duck down, my arm meets no resistance, and before I can react, your fist slams into my belly button. You feel my well-trained abs, which absorb much of the impact, yet I let out a muffled groan and double over, panting slightly. At the same time, I use the momentum of my movement to keep running and hopefully get out of your reach quickly while I catch my breath.

Flo_Fieldson: I manage to hit your belly with my punch, even if in a non so comfortable position...I drop on my knees after that, as you use the momentum to move past me to a safe distance where you can regroup...Using my hands on the mat I push myself up on my feet again, and turn to face you "See, I can hit you too" I say smiling

Sybille: I turn around, cough again, and then straighten up to my full height, watching as you straighten up, the way your leg muscles move, and how your feet shift as you turn—but then I force myself to look you in the face. I can’t let myself get distracted. “That was almost to be expected with such a risky move,” I say with a smile, but you can tell that the blow still landed hard and I’m still feeling a little pain. But looking into your eyes isn't much better than looking at your feet. They captivate me, too—there's something about you that just turns me on. My nipples have been hard the whole time since we started, and the lingering feeling that I'm superior to you and that you'll be my prey makes me feel very confident. But my failed attack also showed me that you’re definitely dangerous, so this time I’m not going to take cover and charge right at you.

Flo_Fieldson: I'm panting a bit as I'm up on my feet looking at you, and it's hard to not notice you in front of me, you are a beautiful and hot woman,and your outfit is showing me everything of that...my eyes briefly move down to your toned abs and down to your feet...and then up again, but from how you're moving you did something similar too. I can see your nipples hard in the fabric of your top, but it's the same for me, impossible to hide it...and then for a moment I'm surprised, you're not moving, you're not chargin at me to attack me. "Good" I say to myself, but it's not a good reason to move fast without thinking, or I'll pay for that choice. I move carefully to my side and forward, slow with my feet but moving them not force you to take quick brief look at my toes, knowing that the bright red polish in the light of the room is going to help with that

Sybille: You’re holding back, too, which gives me some time to really take a deep breath and watch you. You move smoothly, and I know you’re dangerous. But I also know that I just have to wait for the right moment. My eyes are locked on yours, and we’re sizing each other up as we slowly circle one another—neither of us wants to make a mistake—when, out of the corner of my eye, I see you move your foot in a slightly provocative way, and I can’t help but briefly break eye contact and look down to your foot.

Flo_Fieldson: Finally it works, moving my foot in a seductive way I make you break contact with me and look down at my toes, exactly what I wanted...in that moment I swing a quick but wide right hook, hoping you won't see it starting and noticing it when it's too late before it lands on your left ribs, and then I act as quick as I can, sending another hook, this time a left aiming at your liver area

Sybille: You trick me without me even noticing, and by the time I realize the feint with your foot, it’s too late. While our first moves were more wrestling-style, you now mercilessly switch to NHB, and your fist crashes into my ribs, followed by a second one to my liver area. I let out a yelp as the sharp pain hits me, and I gasp and flinch back. Fuck, that little girl has me figured out and is using my foot fetish against me, I think, gasping, and as I stagger backward, I suddenly feel the cold turnbuckles against my back when I reach the corner and try to breathe the pain away.

Flo_Fieldson: I smile as I see you stagger back and end in the corner, the turnbuckle pushing in the middle of your back "now lets try to move the match on my side" I whisper and move forward towards you, keeping my hands up, not wanting to let you read and understand what I'm going to do, and then I swing my right leg trying to bury my red painted toenails in your lower abs, an inch below your belly button "now I know what to do" I hiss at you

Sybille: I'm leaning against the corner, recovering from the hard blows. I see you coming toward me and am determined not to take any more hits. I breathe through the pain in my liver and rest my arms on the top rope. You come toward me to take advantage of my position, raise your arms, and get ready to strike—and maybe you’re underestimating my ability to take a hit a little; at least, that’s my hope. Before you even get within range, I’ll use my height and my reach advantage to my benefit. I wait until you’re in exactly the right position, then tense my arms, use the ropes for support, and jerk my legs up, kicking them both forward—I don’t care if I hit your guard or even your body; I just want to put enough power behind it to catapult you backward and maybe even knock you to the ground.

Flo_Fieldson: I'm moving close to you probably too confident to land an attack on you again and I give you time to prepare your own attack. Making leverage with your tensed arms on the top rope you kick out your legs and slams your feet on my generous tits "UGHHHH" I groan, surprised and bit winded at the impact, the force of it sending me staggering back and then tripping into my feet and dropping down hard on my butt, feeling stunned and winded

Sybille: My plan is working perfectly—and almost even better than I expected. You don’t actually hit the floor completely; instead, you land on your butt and sit there upright, and that’s just too inviting. “You like my feet, don’t you? I’ll give you more of them, sweetie,” I say, pushing off from the corner, running toward you, then snapping my feet forward and trying to ram them into your body just above your chest and knock you backward with a running front dropkick.

Flo_Fieldson: I'm sitting on the mat panting and heaving, trying to breath...you then run at me again, and I understant what is going to do again, but this time I try to react in time...in the moment you leap and your feet leave the mat I push myself to the side and try to roll away, so you cannot stop while in the air and going to land where once my body was

Sybille: Just as I can no longer change my trajectory, you suddenly roll skillfully to the side. Although I don’t land too hard on the rink floor—since my trajectory was fairly flat—I keep sliding due to my own momentum and skid into the opposite corner, one leg to the left, one to the right, past the post, and I barely manage to bring my hands forward to break my momentum against the post before anything worse can happen.

Flo_Fieldson: After the move you slide forward and ending with you body in the corner in front you, your back facing me...on the mat, I move on my knees and then as I'm at a 100 m dash race I push with my toes on the mat and run at you, trying to slam my right shoulder into your back and make you slam on the turnbuckle with your stomach

Sybille: My legs are hanging out of the ring, and I’m so relieved that I was just barely able to break my fall and didn’t slam my most sensitive spot into the posts. Then I hear your feet rushing into the ring behind me, but it’s too late to react. Your shoulder slams into my back. My face and upper body are slammed hard into the turnbuckles; my arms slide over the middle rope and hang limply as I sit dazed in the corner of the ring. I can't believe how quickly the momentum of the fight shifted in your favor, and I'm trying to think clearly again, knowing I have to get out of this situation somehow, fast—but right after the blow, I just sit there limp for a moment, almost ridiculously hugging the post in the corner, with a bit of drool dripping from the corner of my slack mouth.

Flo_Fieldson: My shoulder hit hard on your back and make you press hard with your face and upper body against the turnbuckle. and from the outside of the ring it is almost a funny situation the way you're hanging in the corner. Smiling, I stand up and grabbing a fistful of your beautiful dark hair I yank hard, trying to pull you away from the corner towards the middle of the ring

Sybille: You stand behind me and enjoy the sight of me, letting the audience take in my flabby body, and then you grab my hair. I feel the tug as you grab my hair and try to drag me to the center of the ring. But at that moment, I spring into action too; I wrap my legs around the ring post, holding on tight and anchoring myself, while I reach up with my hands to grab the hand you’re using to pull me away. I use the strength of both arms to yank your arm downward, hoping to generate enough force and momentum to pull your upper body forward and catch you off guard so that your face slams into the turnbuckles.

Flo_Fieldson: As I'm trying to pull you away from the corner I feel some resistance in doing that, I look down and I notice your legs wrapped around the corner post "what the hell, let go!" I hiss but you grab my arm and pull, hard with both hands and "UGHHHH" my face slams hard on the top turnbuckle, my body snapping back stunned and in pain, feeling my nose crushed as my eyes are blinking, trying to clear my sight and my mind

Sybille: I hear the sound of your nose and instinctively know what it means—and that my attack worked well. I immediately let go of your arm, and sure enough, you let go of my hair and stumble backward, reeling away from me. I grab the rope, and the adrenaline surges through my body, giving me new strength as I pull myself up and swing my legs into the ring and beneath me. I quickly turn around on the rope, glance at you, and then push off the post with all my might, using my butt and feet. I run and jump toward you to knock your staggering body off its feet with a powerful SPEAR and slam you into the ground.

Flo_Fieldson: I'm in the middle of the ring, barely aware of being on my feet as I'm checking my nose conditions after that hard impact on the turnbuckle. And I cannot notice you moving and now facing me, starting to run fast across the ring and when I see you it's too late "UUUUFFFF" your shoulder slams into my body in a powerful spear, launching be back, my feet leaving the mat as I drop down on my butt and then immediately down on my back, winded, trying to breath, feeling like my belly is caved it from your hard impact with your shoulder

Sybille: I land on top of you as I knock you off your feet like that, gasping for breath. I’m bursting with joy that I was able to turn the momentum of the fight back in my favor. I see that you’re lying there limp for a moment, and I take advantage of it. I turn slightly on top of you and then sit on your face with my legs bent, pressing my butt firmly into your face, grabbing one of your legs and yanking it up to hold you down and pin you. Actually, I expect to hear the referee counting you out the next moment, but then I realize that, in the heat of the fight, I forgot that a pin doesn’t count at all without a referee. I could sit on you like this for hours without ending the fight, but a wicked smile flits across my face as I have you beneath me like this. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity for a little interlude that will give me a brief break and further weaken you—at least mentally. I rub my butt cheeks against your face, and then I move my legs so that I’m more on my knees than sitting, and so that I can press my feet against your cheeks on the left and right, and then slide my toes between my butt and your face and play with your lips while I let go of your leg, lean forward a little, and slide your bikini bottoms down your thighs. “Oh, it’s already all wet—does that turn little Flo Fieldson on?”

Flo_Fieldson: I'm laying down stunned and slowly beginning to breath more properly...when I see your body towering over me and lowering, your back facing me as you sit with your butt on my face "UGGHFFF" I moan, you grab one of my leg as I try to find a way to breath. You rub your butt over my face, making me moan and them "UMGFFF" you slide a bit, sitting on your knees and moving your feet under your butt and on my face...feeling your toes moving on my lips, moaning again...your weight shifting forward a bit, feeling your hands on my hips and then, with a gaps, I feel fresh air on my crotch and on my kitty, my bottoms pulled down on my thighs and exposing my pussy naked "no no no" squirming my body under you, kicking my feet on the mat as now my private area is exposed to you and to the crowd, which is now cheering and yelling loud

Sybille: “Oh, Flo, I've often dreamed of having you like this beneath me and putting you on display like this,” I say, pressing my toe into your mouth while I place my flat palm on your womanhood. I rub it there, give you a few light slaps, and then press a finger between your labia. You hear the murmurs from the audience as they sense what I’m doing, watching spellbound and cheering me on.

Flo_Fieldson: You push your toes in my mouth, moaning, trying to use my tongue to push them out but I can't avoid to moan, just at the thougt at them, with the black polish, pushed in me...nipples hard, pussy wet, then I shiver when you move your hand on my crotch, rubbing my pussy, giving slaps on it and then moanin louder when you press one finger on my pussy labias, sending waves in my whole body and making my cunt leak

Sybille: “Give up, Flo, and I'll give you a really hot orgasm, my sweet little loser,” I whisper seductively as I lift my butt a little and move my toe gently in and out of your mouth. I slide a finger into your pussy and rub your inner walls, then rub another finger against your wet clit.

Flo_Fieldson: I moan "I...I don't..." but then you move your butt up a bit and push your toe better in my mouth, and I lick it with my tongue, without thinkking what I'm doing...then your fingers slide inside my wet pussy, making it leak more...and even more when you find my clit with another finger, leaking along my thighs and on the mat...moaning

Sybille: I bite my lower lip when I hear your moans and wonder if it’s really possible to make you give in just because of your craving for an orgasm. I shove the big toe of my other foot into your mouth too and fuck you with two toes while I slide a second finger into your pussy. I want to push you to the edge, edge you without letting you come. I listen to your moans and stimulate your sexy body beneath me with my fingers and toes, and then I lean in even closer and lick around your clit with my tongue.

Flo_Fieldson: Again I moan, when you push your other big toe in my mouth, drooling saliva from my lips as you fuck my mouth with them and then another finger sliding inside my leaking pussy, making me shiver all over...panting and moaning, you bend over my body and your tongue move on my pussy, licking around my clit, shivering again as my wet pussy leak as never, my nipples two bullets in my bikii top

Sybille: “Show everyone how much you want me, how horny you are, how turned on you are by me, and give in, Flo. It's up to you—just two little words, ‘I SUBMIT,’ and I'll bring you relief,” I whisper, sucking your clit between my lips, licking it while my fingers fuck you hard and rhythmically. “Show everyone how much you're into my feet.”

Flo_Fieldson: "nn...no" I try to say, with your toes in my mouth. But then you begin to suck my clit hard with your lips, and your fingers slide inside my pussy more and more, in and out, leaking hard, wet, shivering...but my proud is not letting me say those two words

Sybille: I’ll keep you right on the edge of orgasm for a while—which will certainly weaken you for the rest of the fight—but as you keep refusing to give in to your orgasm, you’ll suddenly get applause from the audience out of respect for your pride. I growl, a little disappointed, but I know you’ll be too distracted by your thoughts if I let you keep fighting like this, unresolved. I pull my fingers out of you and wipe them dry on your thigh, then I suddenly jump up and stomp my foot into your stomach. “Then let’s finish this this way, Flo,” I say, taking two steps back and waiting for you to get up.

Flo_Fieldson: You keep working me in that way for a while but then, when the audience begins to applaude and cheer you remove the toes and your fingers from my mouth and pussy...and while standing up you stomp your foot hard on my stomach "OOOUFFFFF" my belly is totally relaxed and you sink your foot deep in my softer belly, making me roll to my side and coughing hard, almost gagging as I spit thick saliva from my lips, moaning...I try to stand up, my legs trembling, barely noticing my bottoms still pulled down on my thighs, not helping moe moving properly when I get on my feet

Sybille: Oh my God, the sight of you getting up, all weak, with your panties between your thighs, stumbling a little—it’s so sexy. It actually takes my breath away for a moment, especially because your sexy pussy is glistening, wet and bare, right in front of me. I walk up to you with a grin, take advantage of your weakness, and give you a quick kiss on the lips. I’ve wanted you so badly ever since I tasted your juices while licking you, but first I have to finish you off—it’s your call. And right after the kiss, I put my foot on the panties between your legs and give you a hard shove with my hand between your breasts to make you stumble backward.

Flo_Fieldson: I'm on my feet, but I don't know how long I can stay like that, my arms are almost limp at my sides and when I try to move them up I feel them so heavy...you get closer, surprsing me once again with a quick kiss on my lips...then you place your foot on my panties and push your hands on my chest, I lose my balance and stumble back, tripping in my feet as my bottoms still blocking me in my movements and then they slide down on my legs and I begin to fall back, ready to fall on my butt but the ropes behind me save from falling on the mat, grabbing them with my both hands to keep me up somehow

Sybille: I’m pleased to see that, just as you intended, you’ve lost your panties and are stumbling naked among the ropes below, barely able to hold on. For a brief moment, I stare at your weakened body, and then an idea strikes me. In a flash, I slip under the ropes to get to the outside and quickly climb up behind you. I grab your hair, hold onto the rope that way, and climb up; I sit briefly on your shoulder, wrap my thighs around your neck, and let myself fall outward. Then I reach under the rope and pull your bare feet outward. I’m hanging with my full weight, my thighs wrapped around your neck, holding your legs pulled outward and choking the air out of you. If we had a referee, he’d surely be counting now, forcing me to let go.

Sybille:

Flo_Fieldson: I'm still in the back, and I'm not able to do a lot now, weakened and stunned...you move outside the ring and climb on the ropes behind me. I begin to understand something when you move your legs around my neck and sitting on my shoulders, then you let your body move down and squeeze your legs around my neck "UGHHHFFF" I begin to moan, your legs choking me, unable to breath properly, coughing and sputtering...you move your hands under the rope and grab my feet, pulling them out, hanging full weighr on me, unable to breath, drooling saliva from my lips as I feel weakened more and more as I feel the effects of the lack of oxygen in my brain and body

Sybille: I’m hanging on to you and hear you gasping, wheezing, and gasping for air; then your movements grow weaker and slower. I wait until you’re hanging motionless between my legs, then I let go of you. Your limp body slumps in the ring, and I roll under the ropes. I immediately look at you with concern to see if you’re still breathing and on your way back to consciousness. Then, when you open your eyes, I stand up, smiling. I place my foot on your neck—gently, but as a clear warning—and strike a pose with my biceps above you.

Flo_Fieldson: I pass out and when you let your legs go I bounce in the ring and lay down, my body leaning motionless but still breathing, even if really slowly...my eyes fluttering as I begin to get back again, just to find you towering me and with your sexy foot across my neck, in a victory pose