Dog Collar FCA: Heather V Amanda

Heather winced as she took a seat on her back, trapping her finally in that Boston Crab hold. She pain immediately surged through her as she pulled her legs back like that, putting an immense amount of pressure on her back. Her eyes dart around, looking for some way to get out of this quick, knowing there was of course no rope break in this type of match.

"G-gaaah!! D-damnit!!" She yelled out, reaching to grab the ropes still, trying to pull herself forward with them, attempting to desperately pull herself more and more outside the ring to try and make Amanda lose her footing and grip on the hold she had her in.

Amanda torqued the hold as hard as she could while she had Heather in her grasp, bending at her legs and trying to twist Heather’s back. But, the more Amanda attacked, the further Heather crwled forward. Heather hung more and more outside of the ring, first her delicious breasts then her toned body dangling over the edge, while Amanda’s hold slipped.

“Ugh, FINE, you want out?” Amanda finally said in annoyance. “Then out you go!” Suddenly, Amanda let go and tried to shove Heather out of the ring as hard as she could. Once out, Amanda grabbed the chain and started to pull back on it, taking back as much as the slack as she could to crush at Heather’s throat and pull her body up against the ring!

Heather was taking deep breaths in and out as she scratched and clawed to try to get outside the ring before finally--she had enough space to do just that. She was finally able to slip away from the hold--but then she felt Amanda shove her, sending her rolling hard outside the ring. She grunt out as her body collided with the floor before she felt that tug and pressure on her neck, realizing how bad of an idea this was.

Heather let out a loud choking and gagging sound, desperately clawing at the collar around her neck as she was pulled more and more, pressed firmly against the apron as the collar dug into her neck like that, cutting off her air fully. "kngh!! nkgnh!!Gkuh!!!"

Amanda grinned as she listened to Heather choke. “Awww, such cute noises!” She yanked on the chain YARD, driving the collar into Heather’s throat, clearly taking a perverse pleasure in torturing her friend with the improvised noose…but, Amanda knew she couldn’t choke Heather like this forever. Soon enough, Heather would realize all she had to do is climb back into the ring to end the choke.

Amanda backed up, pulling the chain hard as she did, until she was a good distance away. Then, she broke out running towards Heather. The chain went slack as Amanda suddenly closed the distance, but Amanda gambled she would strike before Heather would evade. Just as she got towards the ropes, Amanda would drop down, grab onto the middle rope, and use it to pivot—swinging herself under the bottom rope that, as she slid out of the ring, the back of her feet were aimed to collide right with Heather’s head!