You're pulled off

Your arms finally fail, & you're pulled off the thug's body. Face sliding over her ass then clunking to the ground. There isn't even time to turn over, Stranger is kneeling down on your skull.

"Sit still asshole. Hey Fen, get your legs back here."

The real opponent would normally bark back at such given an order, must be too groggy. Her cunt brushes the top of your head, thick thighs on either side.

Jeez I can smell it.

"Scissorhold now."

"Scissor what?"

Does she not even know a scissor hold is!?

"Oh for... get your legs around his neck & squeeze the shit out of him."

Stranger reefs you up by the hair as Fen shoves her muff in your mouth. Your yelp is snuffed out. She applies it with no finesse, but her massive bulk makes up for it. There's no pulling them apart from your position. All you can do is kick your feet & make the cunts work for it.

"Alright you got him, now squeeze! Squeeze his fucking head off!"

Wait, she wasn't even...

No, she wasn't even squeezing yet. When she does, you feel the full **** of 24inch pythons constricting your neck. You can't smell shit, you can't hear shit, you can't see shit. The only thing you know is she's gonna crush your God damn neck!

"C'mon girl is that all you got?" The masked stranger is a coach demanding more out of her star pupil.

"Hell no!"

Somehow she crushes down even harder. You go from frantic to terrified, all 4 limbs spasming out of control, mortal fear gripping you as your whole head is flattened between her. You have no idea how long you were stuck in this **** hold, but you're actually grateful when you start to lose consciousness. It means the pain will stop. At least, the physical pain. Being beaten by scissorhold when Fen didn't even know what a scissorhold was 2 minutes ago, that's gonna sting for a long time.