Playmates’ Problems
By The Amateur
Featuring:
Sasha Bonilova (Miss May 2011)
Born: May 20, 1987, Lutsk, Ukraine
Height: 5’7”,
Weight: 127 lbs.
Measurements: 36DD-27-36
vs.
Shanna Marie McLaughlin (Miss July 2010)
Born: April 12, 1985, West Palm Beach, Florida
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 123 lbs.
Measurements: 34DD-26-36
Sometime in 2011…
Seven years after the first “USA vs. Rest of the World” Playmate tournament was held at the Playboy Mansion, there was to be another one. The reason? Same as before: Growing tensions among various American-born Playmates and their foreign counterparts. Oh, and because hot girls fighting each other is always great to watch. Those were the main motivations for Hef’s decision to have a second tourney.
Also, there was the fact that the first one had done little to answer the question which women make the best Playmates – American or foreign. Back in 2004, the American girls had gotten off to a flying start, taking a 3 – 0 lead in the 16-fight series – a lead that they had then stretched to 5 – 1. The foreign Playmates had managed to claw their way back into the contest, closing the gap to 5 – 4, after which, the Americans had pulled ahead again, 7 – 4, only to be reeled in by their rivals once more. Prior to the start of sixteenth (and last) fight, the Americans had led by the slimmest of margins: 8 – 7, which had ensured that at least they could not lose the series, but at the same time had decided nothing. So, with the US needing a victory in that last fight to win the tournament and the rest of the world needing that same victory to level the series, Ohio native Sandra Hubby and British beauty Luci Victoria had taken to the mat. Despite giving away six inches in height and nearly thirty pounds in weight to her opponent, Sandra had proven the better fighter and had won, giving the Americans a 9 – 7 victory in the tournament.
Needless to say a win by such a narrow margin was never going to be considered decisive. Even though the American Playmates felt they had the bragging rights as victresses, it had been just too close to properly shut the foreign Playmates and their supporters up and the feud had continued.
Now, at last, a second tournament gave a new batch of Playmates to settle the issue once and for all. Or at least that was the plan. Most people, apart from the Playmates themselves, doubted that anything would get settled, except maybe on a smaller, personal scale. Still, if the first tournament was anything to go by, this promised to be some spectacular viewing, so nobody was complaining.
Since a very limited number of non-American Playmates had been chosen to grace the pages of the US edition of the magazine over the past few years, this tournament was going to have a smaller format, with each team consisting of eight girls. Apart from that, everything was the same. A random draw determined the match-ups, except in the cases where two girls had specifically requested to be pitted against one another. The fights were no-holds-barred and to a submission, to be fought outdoors on the Mansion’s grounds.
Fight day, and the two teams were facing one another, grouped on opposite sides of the large wrestling mat, which had its other two sides lined with some very lucky spectators. The tension was palpable as the two groups of Playmates stared daggers at each other, each girl clad in a bikini printed in the colors of her nation’s flag. The teams’ respective lineups were as follows:
Team USA:
Lindsay Wagner – Miss November 2007; Born: 03.14. 1988, Omaha, Nebraska; 5’8.5”, 120 lbs.; 34DD-27-34
Shanna Marie McLaughlin – Miss July 2010; Born: 05.10. 1985, West Palm Beach, Florida; 5’8”, 123 lbs.; 34DD-26-36
Sara Jean Underwood – Miss July 2006 (2007 PMOY); Born: 03.26. 1984, Scappoose, Oregon: 5’3”, 103 lbs.; 32B-24-31
Kylie Johnson – Miss February 2011; Born: 11.30. 1990, Fort Ord, California; 5’4”, 107 lbs.; 32D-25-35
Brittany Binger – Miss June 2007; Born: 03.24. 1987, Bellevue, Ohio;
5’7”, 112 lbs.;34B-24-35
Juliette Frette – Miss June 2008; Born: 12.25. 1983, Santa Clara, California; 5’7”, 120 lbs; 34D-25-36
Grace Kim – Miss November 2008; Born: 08.20. 1979, Los Angeles, California; 5’6”, 108 lbs.; 34C-21-32
Crystal McCahill – Miss May 2009; Born: 12.18. 1983, River Forest, Illinois; 5’7”, 125 lbs.; 34DD-26-34
Team Rest Of The World:
Dasha Astafieva – Miss January 2009; Born: 08.04. 1985, Ordzhonikidze, Ukraine; 5’7”, 121 lbs.; 34D-23.5-36
Sasha Bonilova – Miss May 2011; Born: 05.20. 1987, Lutsk, Ukraine;
5’7”, 127 lbs.; 36DD-27-36
Janine Habeck – Miss September 2006; Born: 06.03. 1983, Berlin, Germany; 5’6”, 110 lbs.; 36C-26-36
Jayde Nicole – Miss January 2007; (2008 PMOY) Born: 02.19. 1986, Port Perry, Ontario, Canada; 5’9”, 117 lbs.; 34C-24-35
Tamara Sky – Miss August 2007; Born: 02.20. 1985, San Juan, Puerto Rico; 5’6”, 109 lbs.; 33B-24-34
Sasckya Porto – Miss December 2007; Born: 10.31. 1984, Pernambuco, Brazil; 5’10”, 125 lbs.; 34C-24-35
Sandra Nilsson – Miss January 2008; Born: 02.17. 1986, Ystad, Sweden;
5’9”, 123 lbs.; 35C-26-35
Angela Francesca Frigo – Miss August 2010; Born: 03.22. 1986, Puerto de la Cruz, Venezuela; 5’5”, 115 lbs.; 34D-24-34
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There was huge anticipation all around as Shanna Marie McLaughlin and Sasha Bonilova squared off, ready to begin their fight. This one promised to be really good and for a number of reasons. For one, these two were easily the bustiest of all participants in the tourney, and a clash between the two biggest sets of tits on offer was always something to generate anticipation. Another reason was the fact that there was a personal side to the conflict. Shanna and Sasha had been at each other’s throats for quite a few months already; they had both demanded that this fight be arranged and now everyone was looking forward to seeing their feud finally get settled in the only proper way there was. And last but not least – this was to be the second Ukraine vs. the USA fight of the day. In the tournament’s opener, Nebraska beauty Lindsay Wagner had managed to beat Dasha Astafieva after a long, hard battle, Reverse-Facesitting the gorgeous Ukrainian brunette into submission and giving the American team a 1 – 0 lead. This made the Bonilova – McLaughlin fight all about national pride. Everyone wanted to see whether Sasha would strike a blow for Ukrainian women and avenge her countrywoman’s defeat and level the series in the process, or it would be Shanna who would be victorious and increase the American team’s lead.
(Some reference to the fighters)
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The fight was off to a quick start as both girls came out of their corners swinging. Shanna was first to connect, landing a wild punch on the side of Sasha’s head, which made the Ukrainian woman groan and teeter. Sasha recovered quickly, though, closing with her opponent and trapping her in a standing Headlock. The two staggered around for a while with Sasha trying to bring her foe down and Shanna doing her best to resist. Ultimately, Sasha was able to achieve her goal by twisting sharply to the side and at the same time tripping Shanna, tossing her over her hip and down to the mat. The American landed hard, the impact driving some air out of her lungs. Sasha, who had gone down with her opponent, still maintained the Headlock and now cranked the pressure up, forcing a low moan from the struggling Florida native.
“Do you give up?” Sasha asked, raising her torso a little to get a better leverage for her hold.
“Fuck you, you Russian slut!” Shanna replied, twisting and heaving with all her might.
“I’m not Russian, you stupid whore! Why are all Americans so ignorant? I’m Ukrainian!” Sasha growled fiercely. “There is a difference!”
“Whatever!” Shanna huffed as she squirmed back and forth, fighting to escape her rival’s clutches. She managed to break free of the Headlock and immediately tried to get on top of Sasha and pin her down. The Ukrainian beauty quickly rolled out of the way and scrambled to her feet. Shanna got up as well and the two went at each other again, pulling hair ad slapping as they struggled in the center of the mat.
Again, Sasha was able to get an edge, the close quarters fighting working in her favor. The Ukrainian girl was an inch shorter than her opponent, but was two years younger and a few pounds heavier than the American and appeared to be stronger to boot. Wrestling Shanna to the ground, Sasha mounted her and began hitting her about the head with both hands. Shanna squealed and squirmed, her long legs kicking around as she struggled to dislodge her foe. She succeeded in bucking Sasha off and quickly tried to get up, but was not allowed to.
Wrapping her arms around her foe, Sasha pulled Shanna down to the mat again and the two began wrestling wildly, rolling over each other, slapping, punching and clawing. Bikini tops were torn and yanked off in seconds as the buxom beauties attacked each other’s sizable breasts with purpose and fury. Sasha’s strength eventually told and she was able to get on top, straddling her opponent and pinning Shanna’s arms above her head.
“Give up, whore! I’m stronger!” Sasha panted in Shanna’s reddened face, the Ukrainian’s heavy tits covering the American’s equally ample juggs, trying to squash them.
“GET OFFA ME, YOU FAT RUSSIAN COW!” Shanna yelled, twisting and kicking underneath the other woman.
Sasha responded by straightening up and bouncing up and down on top of her pinned foe, her sexy, firm ass, clad in the Ukrainian flag design bikini bottoms, slamming repeatedly onto Shanna’s bare breasts, flattening them and at the same time driving the air out of the Florida beauty.
“I TOLD YOU, BITCH, I’M UKRAINIAN!” Sasha shouted, still jumping up and down, her massive tits bouncing wildly all over her chest. “AND YOU WILL REMEMBER THIS WHEN I BEAT YOU AND SUBMIT YOU AND MAKE YOU KISS MY BEAUTIFUL UKRAINIAN ASS IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY!!”
“Submit TO me, you mean!” Shanna growled as she suddenly reached up with her right hand and grabbed Sasha’s left breast, twisting and pulling it.
Sasha screeched and flinched, almost losing her balance and keeling over. The next moment Shanna heaved mightily upwards and this time Sasha did keel over, allowing her foe to move freely.
Getting up on her knees, Shanna pounced on her opponent with a snarl, but the crafty Ukrainian woman twisted her lithe body with astonishing speed and lashed out with her right foot, slamming a heel directly into the American’s chin. Shanna let out a low moan and fell to the mat in a heap, dazed.
Sasha was upon her foe in a flash, rolling Shanna over onto her back and straddling her. Shanna kicked and bucked hard, but Sasha kept her mounted position with ease, slapping away with both hands.
“Now I’ll show you, whore!” The Ukrainian beauty snarled continuing with the relentless barrage of heavy slaps, her palms landing onto the pinned American’s face with loud smacks and drawing even louder cries from Shanna.
“Do you like it, bitch? Do you like it?” Sasha kept asking through clenched teeth as she kept on slapping her foe with gusto. “Do you admit defeat?”
Shanna was admitting nothing, but it was clear that she was getting the short end of the stick here. What had started as an even fight, was now decidedly turning into the Ukrainian woman’s favor. It was all Sasha now as she rode her struggling foe hard, punishing her with blistering slaps.
Still, even pinned and suffering, Shanna had no intention of quitting and kept on fighting, determined to win. Suddenly reaching up with both hands, she grabbed hold of her opponent’s long tresses and yanked mightily to one side, at the same time arching her back sharply. Caught somewhat off-guard, Sasha gave one short squeal of surprise and flew off her perch, sprawling to the mat.
“Come here, bitch!” Shanna growled as she pounced on her foe.
The two topless women struggled fiercely on the ground, writhing and heaving and pulling hair. They rolled over each other a number of times, snarling and grunting as each did what she could to pin the other to the floor. After a few moments of intense wrestling, Sasha managed to get on top of her foe and stay there, wrapping her legs around Shanna’s to prevent the American from finding enough leverage to escape.
Both women were still holding to one another’s hair and now they continued to pull as hard as they could with Shanna squirming and bucking underneath her rival in an attempt to throw her off, while Sasha did her best to keep the struggling American beauty flat on her back.
Pretty soon though, Sasha figured out that, try as she might, she would not be able to hold Shanna down indefinitely. The slender, seemingly frail Florida native was deceptively strong and she was unwavering in her efforts to break free. Snarling and screaming angrily all the time, she writhed and heaved with all her strength, her taut, glistening body straining to the limit as she kept on pulling Sasha’s hair with both hands in an attempt to force the Ukrainian off of her. Sasha knew that she simply did not have the weight to keep the American pinned to the ground by just lying on top of her and now decided to try and do something that would do some real damage.
Panting and grunting as she strained against the force with which Shanna was pulling her head backwards by the hair, Sasha began twisting her lithe, glistening body from side to side, and was ultimately successful in slithering up the American girl’s body until her breasts were level with Shanna’s face. In an instant, she let go of her rival’s hair and wrapped her arms around Shanna’s head, immobilizing it completely and jamming the American’s face deep into her impressive cleavage.
With her face engulfed by the Ukrainian woman’s full, glistening tits and her mouth and nose completely sealed off by the abundance of supple flesh, Shanna could not get any air into her lungs and started struggling more frantically than ever in a desperate attempt to escape the other Playmate’s suffocating embrace. Bucking and squirming wildly, her lissome, sweaty body twisting and bending back and forth with violent jerks, the sexy Florida native spared no effort in her desperate fight to break free, knowing that she only had moments before she passed out from lack of air. But, no matter how much Shanna struggled, Sasha remained on top, breathing heavily and groaning with exertion as she squeezed with her arms to keep her rival’s head firmly in place while she continued to smother the wildly thrashing American woman with her bare breasts.
Around the two fighting women, those watching the battle were going nuts. The regular spectators merely cheered both girls, with those who had laid down some bets exulting the one they had backed, but generally they all seemed to be having good fun. Not so with the two teams of Playmates standing on opposite sides of the mat, to whom the outcome mattered a lot more. The girls on the foreign team seemed to be having a blast, laughing and chatting excitedly as they watched their teammate dominated the fight, apparently headed for the win – a win which would level the series. By contrast, the American Playmates were all anxiety and concern as the shouted encouragements at Shanna, urging her not to give up.
In the center of the mat, Shanna, already on the verge of unconsciousness, punched, slapped and clawed at Sasha’s smooth, naked torso without any effect, and then, in one last ditch effort, she drove the fingernails of her right hand in the Ukrainian’s face, searching for the eyes and eventually finding them. Sasha screamed and was forced to let go of her foe and grab Shanna’s wrist in order to push the American’s clawing hand away before it either blinded or disfigured her, or both.
Finally able to draw in a breath and with her head no longer restrained by her adversary, Shanna bared her white, even teeth and plunged her face into the Ukrainian woman’s luscious, sweat-covered breasts, biting down hard on the left one. Sasha screeched and started writhing furiously. She grabbed Shanna’s hair with both hands and began pulling, at the same time jamming her right thumb in the American woman’s left eye and now it was Shanna’s turn to scream and twist in agony as she instantly released her bite and frantically tugged on Sasha’s hair with both hands.
Sasha’s eyes were still watering from the unwanted contact with Shanna’s sharp claws moments ago, but that did not diminish the Ukrainian’s willingness to fight. Still holding on to Shanna’s hair with her left hand, Sasha now managed to wrap her right arm around Shanna’s head and trap her in a headlock. On top of her opponent, the Ukrainian pressed her right shoulder against the side of Shanna’s face, putting some weight on it and effectively pinning the American’s head to the ground not allowing her to use her teeth. Shanna groaned and twisted and bucked underneath her rival, kicking wildly and pulling Sasha’s hair with both hands. In response, the Sasha wound her arm even tighter around her adversary’s neck and continued to pull Shanna’s long, flowing locks with her left hand. Shanna quickly saw that she was not strong enough to simply power her way out of her rival’s grip and suddenly slid her left hand down Sasha’s back and right underneath the elastic band of the Ukrainian flag printed bikini bottoms. As Shanna’s claws struck into the Ukrainian Playmate’s exposed sex from behind ripping and tearing, Sasha shrieked and immediately released her headlock. Writhing and squirming around she slapped and punched Shanna’s body in an attempt to force her to let go.
Hanging on to Sasha’s hair with one hand, the American kept up the assault on her rival’s privates with the other, clawing and tugging the Ukrainian beauty’s smooth labia. She continued to do so until a rake of the fingernails across her eyes by the desperate Sasha made her let go and put her hands in front of her face in order to protect it from any further attacks. Once free, Sasha immediately rose up on her knees and tried to straddle her foe, but Shanna had enough presence of mind to pick up her right leg, get her knee against her opponent’s chest and force her away with one mighty push.
The two beautiful blondes rose up on their knees simultaneously and flew at one another without bothering to try and stand up, They came together with a loud slap, falling to the floor in a heap. Once down on the ground, the women fought like two wild cats, snarling and hissing and spitting as they rolled around in a tangled mass of limbs, their lithe bodies twisting and writhing and squirming back and forth, straining against each other, while they clawed and bit one another with insane fury.
It looked quite even for a while, with each woman giving as good as she got, then suddenly, the almost uniform pattern of their snarls and grunts was broken by a series of high-pitched screams from Sasha. Shanna had finally managed to secure a good, two-handed grip on one of the Ukrainian’s massive breasts and was mauling it savagely, twisting and pulling it back and forth with all her strength, her fingernails digging deep. Writhing in agony and screeching at the top of her lungs, Sasha began hitting Shanna in the face with her right hand, while pulling the American beauty’s hair with her left. Shanna was now screaming just as loud as her rival, but despite the pain, she continued to torture the other woman’s tit, gripping it with both hands and squeezing and tugging and clawing it viciously, sparing no effort in her attempts to mangle it beyond recognition. She succeeded in pushing the squirming, shrieking Ukrainian beauty down onto her back and tried to get on top of her, but Sasha suddenly drove all ten of her fingernails right into her face and the American was forced to let go and back away with a loud yelp.
Sasha now pounced on her foe and straddled her, pinning her on her back. She then tried to use her knees to pin Shanna’s arms, but the American suddenly bucked wildly, sending her flying off and tumbling to the mat. They rose up on their knees again, but Sasha did it a fraction quicker and again leapt onto her foe, driving her down to the ground and getting on top of her.
“I told you, stupid American whore, I’m stronger! Now give up!” The Ukrainian Playmate growled as she skillfully rode her opponent’s struggles down while continuing to try and pin Shanna’s wrists to the mat with her knees.
“Dream on, slut!” Shanna hissed, continuing her efforts to throw her rival off.
Sasha snarled and fired a few quick slaps in Shanna’s face, hoping to quiet her down. She failed to do so, but even though Shanna was still struggling with all her might, it was clear that Sasha was winning the fight. The Ukrainian was in total control now and continued to dominate her foe, riding the American hard, while slapping and taunting her.
“OOOOWWW! GET OFFA ME, YOU FUCKIN’…” Shanna wailed after a particularly stinging slap to her left cheek.
Kicking and twisting beneath her foe, the American girl really looked in dire straits now. She was hurt desperate and very close to panicking. She was trying her best to keep it together, but it was not easy. She felt really overwhelmed at this point. No matter what she did, the other woman seemed to have a ready answer for. And she was strong, the fuckin’ Russian bitch – certainly stronger than her. Still, despite her obvious disadvantage, Shanna was not about to just give up. Not with all these people watching and with her teammates depending on her and not to some foreign slut! Both her personal and national pride flaring, the American beauty vowed to herself to keep on fighting to the bitter end. The other bitch’s end.
But Sasha too had pride and she had no intentions of losing the fight. She was stronger and better than the American whore and she had the advantage. Also, she remembered – and this gave her additional motivation – Dasha Astafieva’s humiliating loss to Lindsay Wagner in the tournament’s first fight. Now she was going to win this one and restore Ukrainian dignity!
Grabbing her opponent’s hair with both hands, Sasha began slamming Shanna’s head into the mat again and again. Groaning, Shanna now once again applied a two-handed grip on Sasha’s left tit and began wringing the life out of it. Sasha screamed and jerked back, but still remained on top and now tried to claw Shanna’s face. The American quickly picked up her legs and managed to hook the other woman’s shoulders with her calves and topple her over with one mighty push.
Shanna was quickest to her feet and kicked her foe in the head just as Sasha was getting up. The Ukrainian groaned and staggered, but succeeded in getting up to a vertical base nonetheless. Lashing out with her right foot, Shanna then kicked Sasha squarely in the stomach. Sasha grunted and bent over just in time to meet Shanna’s rising foot with her face.
As Sasha sprawled on her back, the spectators let out a collective groan, while the American Playmates cheered heartily. Rolling over, the Ukrainian beauty got to her feet, but looked somewhat disoriented and Shanna took full advantage, moving in and drilling a big punch in Sasha’s belly. Sasha gasped and doubled up, her pretty face contorted in pain, eyes bulging.
Noticing her foe’s obvious distress, Shanna’s eyes shone excitedly. That’s it, she said to herself, the bitch has a soft belly! Wasting no time, the gorgeous Florida native bared her teeth and plowed into the Ukrainian beauty, hammering away at Sasha’s belly, her fists sinking deep. Hurting badly, her legs all but buckling under her, Sasha retreated, trying in vain to ward off the flurry of blows with her hands.
Spurred on by her teammates’ cheers, Shanna continued the onslaught, pounding Sasha with both hands, her small, hard fists thudding into the Ukrainian woman’s voluptuous body.
Seeing that simply going into a defensive mode would never do, Sasha now tried to respond with some blows of her own, but Shanna easily dodged the rather wild haymakers, her lissome, glistening body twisting and weaving gracefully out of the way of her opponent’s flailing arms, while her own fists kept finding Sasha’s belly and breasts with almost surgical precision. Enraged by her failure to land a blow and goaded by pain, the Ukrainian redoubled her efforts, punching away furiously with angry screams, her heavy breasts swinging and rocking wildly on her sweaty chest. Still, for all her exertions, she could not do any damage to her foe. Calm and collected, in complete control, Shanna danced around Sasha pummeling the Ukrainian from all sides, while practically laughing at the latter’s attempts to fight back. It was clear that fighting from a distance was the tall, leggy American beauty’s forte and she took full advantage of both her reach and her skills to strike from afar, to keep her opponent completely at bay and even dominate her.
Utterly frustrated and very much hurt, Sasha was getting increasingly desperate. She realized she was losing and she knew she needed to do something different, and fast, if she was to turn the tables once again and regain control of the fight. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she finally managed to close in, bending low and lunging at Shanna’s legs, collaring them and taking the taller girl down.
As Shanna went down, there were a few exclamations of concern from the American team, but those were drowned by the cheers of the foreign Playmates, who thought that now that the fight had gone to the mat, the advantage was with the clearly stronger Sasha.
And indeed. Once she had taken her opponent down, Sasha was on top almost instantly… except she was not able to remain there, as Shanna quickly rolled her over, reversing the positions. However, the American herself did not manage to stay on top for long and was soon on her back beneath her foe again.
Encouraged by their respective teams the two Playmates rolled over each other, wrestling furiously, their shapely, supple bodies writhing and heaving, straining to their limit as they vied for dominance.
After nearly a minute of furious fighting, during which each woman did everything she could to hurt and overcome her rival, Shanna began to gain the upper hand. The battle had been a really long and exhausting one, and while both women were affected by it, it was Sasha that seemed to be the worse for wear of the two. The Ukrainian’s movements appeared to be somewhat slower and less intense than those of the other girl and getting slower still by the second. The American sensed this and growled triumphantly, feeling both elated and invigorated. It was just as she had suspected: the bitch was certainly strong, but lacked stamina. Now she was tiring fast and as she tired – she weakened. Shanna was clearly in better shape and now had more left in reserve than her foe.
Feeling that her time had come, Shanna took control by wrapping her legs around her rival’s waist from behind and using them to squeeze the breath out of the already gasping Ukrainian beauty. Moaning, Sasha squirmed back and forth, trying desperately to break free from her rival’s encircling legs. Holding her foe captive, Shanna tried to put an end to the fight as she attempted to get her arms around Sasha’s throat and choke her, but Sasha prevented her doing so by getting her chin down and placing a forearm in front of it.
After a few unsuccessful attempts to sink in the choke hold , Shanna snarled in frustration and tugged furiously at the Ukrainian’s hair with one hand while reaching in front of her and clawing her breast with the other. Sasha screeched and squirmed around violently, while pulling at Shanna’s wrist in order to get the clawing hand away from her ravaged tit. She managed to do that, but she was really tired and hurt at this point and Shanna had no problem in getting her down on her back.
Lying on top of her supine opponent, Shanna now grabbed Sasha’s wrists and pinned hem to the mat above her head, using her weight to keep her foe down. As the American proceeded to wrap her legs around Sasha’s to keep her from getting any leverage, the Ukrainian struggled wildly, but she was securely pinned and seemed too tired to be able to fight her way out of this position. Her energy depleted almost completely, all the gorgeous Eastern European woman could do now was to squirm and buck weakly underneath her captor and howl with helpless fury and no small amount of fear as she could feel the American beauty’s body overpowering hers and beginning to dominate it.
“I got you now, bitch! Say goodnight!” Shanna panted, her eyes glittering with both malice and triumph.
Bringing her large breasts closer together by hunching her shoulders, the Florida native dropped them right on her rival’s face and at the same time wrapped her slender arms tightly around Sasha’s head to secure it in place. Sasha stiffened for a moment and then began struggling, but it was too late. The tables had turned now, and from being dominated just a little while ago, Shanna had suddenly become the dominant one herself, now in complete control and well on her way to winning the fight.
Lying on top of her pinned foe, Shanna clung tightly to Sasha, squeezing the latter’s head as hard as she could with her arms as she mashed her sweat-soaked chest into the Ukrainian Playmate’s face.
With her mouth and nose engulfed by her opponent’s naked breasts and no air coming into her lungs Sasha began to struggle furiously, looking to escape the suffocating trap before it’s too late. Bucking and kicking, she reached up with her right hand and tried to find Shanna’s eyes with her claws, but it was no good. That same move may have worked for Shanna when she had been on the receiving end of the Smother, but it was clear that it would not t work for Sasha; Shanna shook her head violently from side to side, avoiding her opponent’s searching fingernails, while remaining firmly on top of Sasha and continuing to smother her. Her attack thwarted and realizing fully well that she had to escape before she had passed out, Sasha struggled like mad, but without any success. No matter how much the trapped Ukrainian beauty writhed beneath her captor, there was no way out of the American woman’s seemingly bottomless cleavage. She could not move her head in any direction with Shanna’s arms wound tightly around it, and despite all her kicking and squirming, her face remained jammed deep between the two large, sweaty orbs, completely covered by the abundance of wet, scorching-hot titflesh that sealed off her breathing passages, denying her precious air.
Gasping and panting harshly, urged by her teammates’ shouts of support and advice, Shanna summoned every last once of strength she had left and tried to tighten her arms around Sasha’s head even more, determined to finish the Ukrainian. Sasha was equally determined not to let herself to be finished, though, and she struggled with all her might underneath the other woman. Driven nearly insane with rage and fear, unable to bear the agonizing lack of air and the even more agonizing thought of losing to a foreigner (an American, of all people!), she thrashed around violently, straining every muscle, every tendon in her body to its very limits as she desperately fought to free herself. She too was receiving shouts of encouragement from her team and she was responding to them, struggling with all her might. She bucked, she heaved, she kicked, she twisted, her svelte, glistening frame bending and contorting back and forth, her sexy legs flailing wildly in all directions, bare feet pounding the mat, hard. Arching her back again and again, she hammered furiously at Shanna’s ribs with both hands, her fists thudding and smacking loudly against the other woman’s rapidly expanding and contracting naked, sweat-soaked torso. In between, she pulled Shanna’s hair, clawed at her back, and even dug her sharp fingernails deep into the American’s firm buttocks and thighs in her frantic attempts to force a release. All in vain. Shanna knew that she was close to victory now; she could sense her rival’s struggles becoming weaker, and she clung on like a vampire to its prey, using all of her weight to keep Sasha down while her bare breasts continued to smother the Ukrainian.
From there, it did not take long to become clear which of the two gorgeous Playmates was winning the struggle. Deprived of the oxygen her body so badly needed – especially now, in the heat of the battle – the Ukrainian woman was fading fast. She was still fighting, but her movements were becoming slower and more uncoordinated by the second, and now the American was in total control. Shanna was well aware of that too, and now permitted herself a gleeful smile as she lay on top of her trapped victim, suffocating the brunette mercilessly.
Sasha was just about done. Having spent so much time without breathing, she was now beginning to black out and her struggles were no longer the result of any conscious effort on her part, but merely reflex actions as her oxygen-starved body fought for survival. Jerking and twitching spasmodically underneath Shanna, she clawed feebly at the American’s shoulders and back for a few moments without any effect. Then, suddenly she just quit.
Overwhelmed, her will broken, the tormented Ukrainian beauty started frantically slapping Shanna’s back and shoulders, signaling her submission, now in a state of total panic.
Shanna, however showed little mercy. Consciously ignoring her rival’s attempts to surrender, the American woman held the smother in place until Sasha’s flopping around had died down to a series of little convulsive twitches. Only then did the triumphant Florida native lift her conquering tits off the face of her beaten Ukrainian foe, at long last allowing the latter a breath of air.
Sasha’s troubles were far from over, though, as Shanna now got her in a Schoolgirl Pin and began slapping her unprotected face with both hands.
“STOP! STOP! STOP!” The now helpless and frightened Ukrainian woman wailed. “I GIVE UP! YOU WIN! I GIVE UP!”
All of the American Playmates watching began to cheer riotously as they heard Sasha verbally admitting defeat and giving their team a 2 – 0 lead. Shanna, however, seemed far from satisfied as she sat on her foe’s chest with her knees pinning Sasha’s wrists to the mat.
“Not so tough now, are you, you big-titted Russian cow!” The American beauty snarled, bitch-slapping her helpless rival. “Oops, I’m sorry,” she added with a smug smile, “you’re Ukrainian, right? I keep mixin’ those up! Just a stupid, ignorant American, I know. But I also know that stupid ignorant American just beat your sorry Ukrainian ass! So who’s better now – you, or me?”
Shanna delivered the question together with another bitch-slap, which prompted Sasha to reply very quickly:
“You! You’re better!”
“Who’s better – Ukraine, or the USA?”
Sasha balked at that one, but Shanna was insistent, sliding backwards, till she was sitting astride her pinned foe’s stomach and then digging her sharp claws in Sasha’s tits.
“Who’s better, you tramp? Ukraine or USA? Huh? Who’s better? Say it, bitch, say it! Say it, or I’ll rip ‘em off!!” The dominant American snarled, mauling her foe’s huge tits savagely, twisting and pulling the supple flesh in all directions.
“AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!! STOP! STOP! USA! USA! USA!” Sasha howled, utterly defeated and unable to take the pain any more.
On the sidelines, the members of the American team cheered even more enthusiastically, now breaking into a “U-S-A! U-S-A!” chant of their own.
“You’d better believe it, bitch!” Shanna said and suddenly spun around, reverse-straddling her supine rival. She then hitched her bikini bottoms up, revealing most of her shapely backside and then slid back, almost sitting on Sasha’s face.
“Now kiss my ass, slut!” She commanded.
“Noo!” Sasha moaned weakly, shaking her head from side to side.
Shanna would not have it. She grabbed Sasha’s hair with one hand and yanked, practically pulling the Ukrainian’s face into her firm, well-rounded ass, while using her other hand to claw Sasha’s crotch.
“I said kiss it, bitch! Kiss my American ass!” The Florida beauty growled, digging her manicured fingernails into the tender flesh between Sasha’s legs.
“AAAAAAIIIIIEEE! OK! OK! I DO IT! PLEASE STOP! PLEEEEEASE!” A jerking and twisting and kicking Sasha squealed pitifully and, turning her words into actions, pressed her lips against the glistening globe that was Shanna’s left buttock, giving it a quick, but still most humbling peck.
“That’s for talkin’ too much and makin’ empty threats, you worthless piece of Eurotrash!” Shanna said as she got off of her beaten foe and up on her feet.
Picking up the two bikini tops from the mat, Shanna now ordered Sasha on her hands and knees. Sasha obeyed the order, her decision helped to a large extent by a few kicks to her body from Shanna’s bare feet. Having her rival right where she wanted her, Shanna now used her Stars and Stripes printed bikini top as a leash, wrapping it around Sasha’s neck and forcing her to crawl on all-fours along the edge of the mat, to the cheers and jeers of the mostly-American crowd. Having neither the strength nor the will to resist, Sasha just allowed herself to be walked around, scuttling alongside Shanna, struggling to keep up, her breasts, ass and thighs jiggling as her hands and knees hit the mat hard.
Gritting their teeth, their faces red, the foreign Playmates just stood there and watched their beaten teammate get humiliated by her conqueror.
Completing her “victory lap” Shanna kicked Sasha down on her belly and raised her arms, one hand twirling Sasha’s bikini top in the air and one foot planted firmly on the prone Ukrainian woman’s conquered ass. She held the victory pose for several moments, looking straight at the foreign Playmates with a smug smile, then went back to her own teammates, who greeted her with high-fives and all kinds of praise. Walking up to the eight poles in front of the American team, she tied Sasha’s Ukrainian flag print bikini top to the second one, right next to the one to which Lindsay Wagner had tied the top she had claimed from Dasha Astafieva. Job done and point proven, the victorious Florida babe sat down to watch the remainder of the tournament, which, if you asked her, or any of the other American Playmates, promised to be a real one-sided stomp...