Alice & Alison vs. The Won Siblings - (Not-Exactly-)Twin Tornado Tag

Nimble as a cat, Cindy fell down and rolled off her back after the impact with Alison, swiftly making it to her feet in time to see the immediate effects of her attack. There was her little schoolgirl, leaning on the turnbuckle, barely able to stand. Quite a pretty picture to, with that nice, little butt of hers peaking out from under that short skirt, so fine and tempting…

Something had to be done about that. Oh, yes.

Cindy steps forward and reach at Alice from behind, draping her arms over the helpless girl’s shoulder. Her breasts pressed against Alice’s back, their hips slid along each other, and Cindy leaned in to whisper into her victim’s ear.

”Oh, little one,” She gave Alice’s ear a sharp bite, just out of the referee’s view. ”How has your day been so far?”

The only thing that drew Cindy’s attention briefly away from her seductive tasks was the sound of a ringing slap, courtesy of her sister. Bridget’s blow landed hard and flush, leaving the bright red mark that she’d hoped it would. And there would be more to come. So much more.

”As I thought.” Bridget kept her crushing grip on the hand and jerked back on it, pulling Alison towards her, where a more professional attack awaited: a strong palm strike, aimed at the middle of her face.

Alice's whole body shivered as she felt Cindy press up against her, pressing her breasts against her back, and her hips to her's, the Chinese woman overlapping herself over the tiny brunette's form. As if that weren't enough, her tormentor bit her ear, causing Alice to let out a tiny yelp of pain.

"N-n-not so good..." Alice mumbled out, more reflexively than purposefully. Her thoughts too jumbled up by her own fear, she couldn't even start to think of a plan to turn things around...

Alison might not be down on her back, but her current position was hardly better than her partner's. Bridget was way waaaaay stronger than she was. Her hand felt like the aftermath of those hydraulic press videos.

Bridget barely tugged forward and Alison's entire body jerked forward... bringing her face into Bridget's palm, which then struck her right in the nose. If not for her hand still trapped in Bridget's crushing grip, Alison probably would've collapsed right there!

Cindy pouted, mock-disappointment rife in her voice. ”Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” She reached down and under Alice’s skirt, cutting a cheek in each hand and giving it a nice squeeze. ”Maybe I can make it better…”

She looked over her shoulder, waiting until the referee was looking away towards Bridget. When the coast was clear, she reached down, dug her nails into Alice’s legs, and dragged them all the way up the back of her thigh, leaving hot streaks along the skin.

The referee was too focused on Bridget to pay attention to the moment, watching with concern as she demolished her opponent’s face. With the grip on Alison’s hand, she managed to keep her smaller, weaker opponent standing, but it was quickly becoming more of a hassle than she cared for. It was time to let her go. In a way.

She released Alison’s hand, only to immediately move forward with both of her arms outstretched. She wrapped them around the maid’s chest, pulled her in, and mashed their chests together in a tight bearhug, lifting her slender form off the floor as she began working away on Alison’s ribs.

The whole time, she kept her gaze locked on Alison’s eyes. Staring. Judging.

With Cindy's two hands firmly clenching her panty-clad butt cheeks, Alice immediately jolted upright, looking back over her shoulder. "Wh-what are you doing...?" The painful answer to that came swiftly, as the blue-haired woman raked her claws deeply against Alice's scrawny legs, leaving red scratch marks all the way up to her rear.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" the normally deadpan girl let out a shrill scream, hunching over and gingerly clutching at her thighs.

She really wanted Bridget to let go of her hand. And finally, Bridget did. But only she had something else horrible planned for the brunette maid. "W-wha?! N-no l-leggo!" She cried, feeling her body leave the ground, her ribcage shuddering under intense pressure and a much larger pair of boobs envelope her own... Why am I even thinking about that right now?

Her eyes shut as the pain started to overwhelm the inexperienced Alison, the last thing she saw being a glimpse of Bridget's icy, intense, intimidating eyes.

Alice wasn’t the only one screaming at this particular moment - right after her shrill screech echoed through the air, Cindy made a softer, decidedly more pleased squeal, shivering from the sheer pleasure of the noise.

”Oh, my.” She giggled as Alice hunched over, taking only a brief respite before she reached and wrapped her around in front of the schoolgirl’s neck and pulled her back into an inverted facelock She forced Alice to bend back at an unnatural angle and stepped away from the corner, dragging her along while she squeezed away. ”You should not be so quiet, little one. You have a lovely voice.”

Unsurprisingly, Bridget did not let go of the bearhug when Alison demanded her to. She did ease up a bit, however. Still holding her close and snug, however.

Bridget leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, her cold eyes staring straight on.

”Say please.”

Alice gasped heavily in pain, the searing sensation still burning down her slender legs. Of course, Cindy wasn't about to give her any time to recover, sliding her arm under the brunette's chin and viciously yanking her back upright. Unable to resist as she was dragged backwards, her spine being bent awkwardly the whole time, Alice could only weakly scratch at her tormentor's arm.

The pressure eased up just enough that Alison might not have to spend the night in the hospital. That didn't make Bridget's demand any more palatable to her.Please? Please what? Alison was kinda out of it, but not enough to think that begging would get her anything out of Bridget... even if she had no other option.

Rather than answer, Alison shook her head in refusal, not that she truly knew what she was refusing to do.

There were two reasons that Cindy had decided to go with this particular hold.

First, it forced Alice to bend at an unnatural angle, tweaking her spine in the most pleasant to watch but painful to endure sort of way. Simple, but effective, and very difficult for even the most skilled wrestlers to escape from. Which Alice was, most certainly, not.

Second, it gave her a free hand and a lovely body to work on it with. So many options, and Cindy explored one of the more tantalizing ones when she reached over and started undoing the buttons on her opponent’s shirt, popping one button after the other while she worked her way done.

Cindy couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so pleased. Bridget couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so irritated.

Her brows furrowed as Alison showed her defiance, refusing to do a little begging for her freedom, shaking her head. This lowly wretch had the nerve to deny her? Her? There was a pecking order, and this speck of a girl needed to learn her place on it.

”Say ‘please’.” Bridget suddenly increased the pressure, harder than ever before, and swung Alison around to make it even worse, torturing the girl’s spine. ”Beg for your release, or I will break you in half. Understand?” Bridget gave her an extra, harsh squeeze, to emphasize. ”Understand?”