Elsa cheers Sonya on

Short of physically going in there, there was little that Elsa could do to sway the match. She was a spectator until Sonya could muster enough strength to drag herself within tagging range.

The idea of being a spectator sparked a thought in the head of the competitive swimmer. She recalled times that she had fallen behind in races and her teammates and fans had cheered her on, giving her the boost to pick herself up and claw her way back into the race. She just had to do the same thing with Sonya!

“Come on, Sone! You con do it!” she cried out, slapping the mat.

Sam clamped her legs around Sonya’s head to cover her ears, raising her eyebrow and grinning at Elsa as if to ask, “What now?”

Elsa screamed louder and smacked her hands on the mat harder. “Let’s go Sone! Teg me in! Move yor tight ass! Come on and slap my hand!”

Sonya continued to struggle against the Submission Sorority, but between a tag, Elsa caught a glimpse of her looking back. Elsa hopped on her knees, willing strength into her partner. She cried out at the top of her lungs. “Let’s go, Sone! Fight! You hev to get to me and make the teg! We’ll teach these girls a lesson!” She could see Sonya fighting to get out and wanted to plant thoughts into her head for added motivation. “We’re gonna spit roast them between our strap-ons! Stack ‘em up and stuff ‘em good! You just need to cum ovah hea and TEG ME IN!!”

Elsa shot out her hand, stretching it as far as she could reach without moving out of her spot in the corner. Sonya’s eyes looked back and locked onto it. With a belabored growl, she stuck her hand out and lurched towards her partner.

“Hungh…” she grunted, dragging Jen along with her.

Jen quickly tagged Samantha in and both girls held Sonya down.

“Umm… end… um…” Elsa added, working her brain to think of something more to push her partner. “Aftuh we wear those two down, we con bring in the ref to play with too!”

“Hey… I never agreed to that…” Monica lightly protested, despite the tingle in her loins at the thought.

The added incentive was like a jump start to Sonya’s restrained body. Her eyes lit up and she heaved her body forward like a heavy machine lurching into life, gradually gaining traction. In a superheroic visual, her muscles tensed and strained as she rose from the ground and slowly dragged along her opponents. Sam and Jen dug their feet into the mat in a failed attempt to slop her. Each step **** them to skid along the padded foam surface.

“Five seconds to get back to your corner!” Monica warned Jen. ”Four… Three…”

Panic hit Jen upon the referee’s warning. She didn’t want to risk another demerit to her score, so let go of Sonya and went back to her corner. With the drop in load, suddenly Sonya was racing towards her corner.

“Crap!” Sam yelped, tumbling over.

Sonya dove forward, hand outstretched. The Athletes made contact!

Elsa felt as if she just picked up the electric charge through the slapped hands and amped up when she stepped into the ring. Jen called out from her corner to tag in again, but Elsa was already charging towards Sam.

Sam lunged to tag Jen for the two women’s advantage as Sonya had to recuperate from her long trek to her team’s corner. Elsa pounced at Sam, taking her down before she could reach her partner.. Sam turned her attention to the lifeguard and went for a front headlock. Elsa countered by flipping Sam over her back and escaped the hold. Sam exhaled sharply upon landing on her back. Elsa ran over and locked in a sharpshooter, making sure to keep her pussy out of arm’s reach.

Sam lay stunned on the mat as her legs were crossed around Elsa’s leg, then she was flipped onto her belly and felt the sharp pain in her lower back as she was folded backwards.

“Ahh!” she gasped.

Elsa locked down Sam’s leg with one arm and reached down with her other. Sam felt the finger sliding along her slit, rubbing her gingerly before sinking inside. She gasped again.

Monica started a count, but before she could get going, Elsa felt something grab her foot and suddenly fell to the mat. Sam had successfully reversed the submission and held onto her ankle.

Immediately, both contestants looked to their partners for the tag, but were facing the wrong side. They looked at each other for a pregnant pause, then took off for their respective corners. The crossfire caused them to smash into each other and they scrambled to get a hold on the other.

They ended up rolling on the mat in a sixty-nine position, with neither one able to get their mouth over the other’s pussy for long. Before she knew it, Elsa found herself rolled over to the Sorority corner where Jen was tagged in.

Jen tried to put Elsa into a double arm lock behind the back and tag Sam back in. She faced Sam, but the dark haired rebel was out of breath from the rolling and was in no shape to get back in. This gave Elsa an opening to roll Jen over. She kicked back with her swimmer legs, shoving Jen to the center of the ring, out of reach for a tag. With her arms still locked behind her back, she crawled towards Sonya who looked ready to get back out there.

“Come on, Elsie! Bring her over here! You can do it!” Sonya cheered on.

Jennifer tried to break free, but Elsa was actually holding her arms in place under the double arm lock as she brute **** her way to the Athletes corner.

“YEAH BABY! Pure conditioning!!” Sonya roared, getting hyped up at the show of strength. “I could kiss you right now!”

“Her first!” Elsa instructed between gasps as Sonya reached her hand for the tag. “We have a match to win!”

“Nooo!” Jen cried out, trying to make a run for it after the tag. Elsa grabbed her arms again and pulled her to the floor.

Elsa held Jen from behind in a seated position and let Sonya move around to start eating the girl out. Monica started counting as Sam shouted for Jen to fight back. Jen’s eyes rolled back and she let out a quivering moan. Elsa held on for the full ten count to maximize their points, not knowing exactly what the score was at the moment.

Monica was midcount when her watch beeped.

“Round over!” she announced.

Elsa slumped down, feeling totally drained. Jen lay on top of her, panting heavily as well. The green streaked brunette could feel, through their skin to skin contact, the lifting and lowering of Jen’s chest from her heavy breathing.

“Hey, good match!” she told the petite blonde, patting her body encouragingly.

“Good match…” Jen replied, rolling off her opponent to let her up. They clasped hands and pulled each other up and wrapped arms around each other before meeting up with their respective partners.

Elsa pulled up Sonya and brought her in for a tight hug.

“Good stuff out there,” Sonya told her. “We really brought it!”

“Yeh we did!” Elsa agreed with a big grin.

They had given it their all and that was all they could ask of each other. Now, it was up to the final score to determine who was the winning team.

Sam walked over and hugged Jen and gave her a heartfelt slap on the ass. They held their heads together and muttered comforting words to each other.

“I don’t care what the result is, you rock!” Samantha told her partner.

“You rock harder!” Jen replied with a grin.

“OK, I lied, I do care about the result. I want to get a dildo up Sonya’s hot pussy so bad…” Sam admitted.

Jen giggled. “We’ll see how this turns out soon…” she told her friend.

It was still anyone’s game at this point. All four looked to Monica to hear the final results.