Holy Church Wrestling 2: Delilah vs Mother Mary (Patreon)

A return to Holy Hill Church and their charity wrestling show. A big hit last time, and hopefully again as the comfy church-goers suddenly start rolling around in skimpy outfits and have a few awakenings. 

Went with a fem vs fem on this one as my usual angle, and got a whole stash of sexy bible ladies to draw from based on various comments and threads. So this will probably come back when I've got another itch for sexy wrestling-themed humiliation over actual fighting.

The Holy Church Wrestling had just had its explosively popular first match. Their charity event was immediately one of their most successful so they raced backstage to meet the audience’s expectations. While the O’Brian brothers had their literal David vs Goliath match, they made some hasty script changes to their outlines. The more polite and muted excitement of their second match had confirmed what they suspected from the first; sex sells. So long as it was all harmlessly staged and for a good cause, they supposed it was no worse than biblically themed stage fighting.

“Okay! Ramona. Olive. You’re up next. We’re pushing your match up a little to keep the heat going,” Judy hastily explained.

The chubby theater girl flipped through her clipboard and passed them a couple post-its. Their script was already loose to begin with, which had led to so many of the early accidents and improvisation that had initially wowed the crowd. The ladies

“So we had you down for Delilah as the cheater and manipulator, who loses against Mother Mary’s pure and righteous ways overcoming her lies,” Judy rattled off since they clearly knew all that already.

The women nodded and scanned their new notes with similar urgency, knowing they were on in a few minutes tops.

“But maybe those tricks are a little more successful? Little less black and white, more of a… y’know. Actual competition.”

Olive blinked in surprise. The older, red-haired mother considered her notes and looked over to Ramona. The younger, deeply tan-skinned girl frowned but she looked back at Olive with a shrug.

“I’m down if you’re good with it,” she offered.

Not wanting to be the stick in the mud that kept the church from thriving, the milf nodded.

“Of course. It’s all for fun and it’s for the church. It’s just a show after all…”

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With the ring cleared, the newest amateur religious wrestlers came to the stage. Olive led the way, heading out first in her trailing hooded blue robes over her silvery white leotard with a crucifix shape cut in near her stomach. Their host announced her as Mother Mary, waving graciously and flexing occasionally for the excited fans. She was in her 40s, but she was a model in her younger days and knew how to take care of herself. She looked gorgeous for her age, with sharp dignified features, a full soft chest, and a sweet yet sexy smile. She shed her robe in her corner with her hands folded in graceful prayer as her opponent came barging in. Her long and straight red hair trickled out from beneath her robe.

Ramona was a girl with dark hair and with pale brown skin. She had her hair in short, thick black curls and a black leather outfit with some small, harmlessly flat studs in the material. She was adopted by some loving locals after growing up a street kid, proudly cleaning up her act when they started taking her to Holy Hill Church. She was quick to lend a hand and help out anybody in need, but her rough start made her lean and athletic compared to some of the more modest kids around the church. Her dark, lean body had unwittingly awakened a few fascinations with tomboys without realizing it.

Ramona went between dirty glares and flirtatious glances as she went towards the ring. She blew kisses to anyone who booed her hard enough and strode out with a brash confidence that catered to while trying to disregard the audience. She was one of the bible’s biggest female heels, so she tried to be as rude as possible without crossing over into anything R rated. Though she’d more or less gotten permission to push that line pretty hard…

Olive/Mary was still praying in her corner when Ramona reached up through the ropes. She grabbed her by the head and pulled her forward, using her free hand to smack against the ringpost and make it thud louder than Olive’s actual collision. Olive still let out a startled howl as she recoiled from the cheap shot, making the audience boo Ramona harder. Half of her job was to make Ramona look bad, after all, so she hammed it up rubbing her face and pretending to wail over it.

“This is a match! There’s no time to pray to a god that’s abandoned you!” Ramona spat venomously.

The audience broke into even more bitter boos as she jumped up onto the ring apron. She grabbed the still kneeling Olive by the hair and pulled her head between the ropes. The audience gasped and let out more cheers than expected when she forced Olive’s face into the crotch of her leather two piece. The milf flailed her arms around theatrically, exaggerating her shock and horror by the disgusting move. In truth, she wasn’t hurt at all by the fake crotch smother. It actually felt sort of… nice. In a way she wasn’t used to, of course, being stuck between the younger woman’s dark thighs.

It took her a moment to blink away the dirty thoughts when Ramona finally jumped off. She tugged on her leg, but it took her a few firm attempts before Olive caught on what she was doing. She gasped a bit too late and flopped over backwards, landing on her back.

“Oh my! No! Please don’t!” she wailed, even as she spread her legs out on purpose for Ramona to get both of her wrestling boots.

“Lord have mercy! Spare my poor OHHHH!”

With a firm pull, Ramona helped her scoot closer to the edge of the ring and crotched her on the ropes. The audience boomed with shock and excitement as Ramona paraded around, pumping her fist and cackled with sinful pride. She stuck her tongue out at the audience, mockingly and then curling it suggestively.

“So much for being a holy virgin after that!” she gloated, throwing up in her arms evilly before she finally rolled into the ring to actually start the match.

Monica decided to let her inner Delilah out since it was firing up the crowd. She glanced out at the audience and they were back to tossing out more donations for the show, so she had to be doing something right. She pulled at Olive’s hair, making her stumble up to her feet while she moaned and held her crotch.

“Going for the choke out move,” Monica whispered her cue in her ear.

With an aggressive grin, Monica wrapped her arm around Olive’s neck. The milf gave an exaggerated gasp as she pawed at her arm, coughing and shuddering like she was really being choked.

“She might have an angel on her shoulder, but I’m the devil on her back!” Monica crowed as she flexed harder, acting like she was tightening the hold.

It gave Olive something to hold onto as she let her legs go rubbery, writhing in imaginary pain. Her mouth hung open as she coughed and drooled over her big front shelf of a bosom. It caught Monica’s eye enough that she reached around with both hands, grabbing and squeezing Olive’s meaty boobs. She gasped and cried out as the temptress heel’s invasive hands provided a humiliating distraction while playing to the crowd, bouncing them around in her hands.

“Here’s your holy whore. Is THIS the sacred cow you wanted to win, you faithless weaklings!?”

Monica’s reverse psychology worked nicely on the audience. They started cheering and clapping as they chanted for Mary to fight back. It hadn’t worked as well as she expected for Olive herself. She was supposed to start to slowly power out of the hold, but her arms were hanging limply at her sides. Her gasps turned to a soft moan that only Monica could pick up on, the rest thinking she was still gasping and groaning from the pain. The younger wrestler briefly worried that she was getting too distracted from the fight, but trusted the church-going mom to pull through.

Olive broke out of the hold, if reluctantly. Monica tried to sell it as her being tired from her tormenting hold and acted cocky when Olive turned to face her for her heroic comeback. Olive was still distracted, her eyes fluttering and mind somewhere else as her body reacted much more strongly to Monica’s teasing touch than expected. She put up her arms in a grappling stance.

“What now? You think the power of God’s gonna help you now, loser!?” Monica crowed.

“Yes! Exactly!” Olive agreed as she remembered her lines (sort of).

She stooped low and lunged at Monica, going to tackle her around her waist. She hadn’t planned on her sexual awakening happening in the ring, and it was throwing off her focus and her judgment. Maybe that was why she happened to throw herself at Monica to hug around her waist while her face buried between the young fighter’s soft brown breasts.

“H-hey! What do you think you’re…?!” Monica let slip before saving face. She couldn’t stop the motorboating Miss Abernathy blatantly without losing her sultry persona, so she arched her back and howled in pain. The posturing pushed her smaller tits out more, and she could hear Olive groan deeply. She might have even felt some drool between her breasts.

“Ohhh no! She’s got the… strength of Samson!” the younger heel hammed up while smacking helplessly at Olive’s back.

Olive gave some minimal effort to squeeze and pull Monica around, but she was clearly distracted in indulging herself again. At least the audience was glad to see her make a comeback, as well as shaking her big ass around. Monica gave an annoyed hiss through her teeth and pulled on the back of Olive’s swimsuit, ripping her away from her chest.

“That’s enough of that, pest!” Monica growled, feeling like that was in character enough to scold her with.

Olive cried out and flailed at her, her hands pawing over Monica’s dark body like she couldn’t bear to be apart from it. Monica just grabbed the offending hand that found her boob and used it to spin her around, hurling Olive into the ropes. She caught herself to keep from flying over or bouncing off, bent over with her boobs wobbling over the top rope. Monica was quick to follow up, not giving the “good” girl a moment to recover as she started slamming forearms across her back. Olive grunted and flopped in place, making her boobs bounce even more. Even the humiliation and the feeling of Monica’s hips against her ass were starting to excite the overwhelmed milf as her boobs started to clap together in the clingy outfit.

“You like that, loser?” Monica growled. She could swear she saw Olive nodding, but it must have been the bounce of the ropes.

“Well it’s time I parted your red CHEEKS!”

Monica went for the next scripted move she could remember. She grabbed the back of Olive’s leotard and pulled up hard on the middle. It wedgied the spandex up her ass, vanishing part of it between her buns. She backed off, cackling evilly and pointing as Olive moaned and overreacted. It tightened the material a lot more around her crotch than she expected, and the light padding there was all that kept her from sporting a full on public cameltoe. She staggered on the tips of her boots, bent over and clutching her groin. She didn’t try very hard to undo it either. She hadn’t gone into the match knowing she had a humiliation fetish or even an attraction to women, but she was learning a lot that day.

“Ohhhh God! I’m violated! Please help me~!” Olive wailed theatrically, reaching out for the audience.

She kept moaning and milking it, getting more sympathy from the crowd. Monica’s eyes darted between her legs and saw her pained groping after the low blow being a lot more like rubbing than it ought to have been. The crowd couldn’t see it from afar but she was practically masturbating without thinking about it.

Monica moved to try and save the match’s momentum rather than Olive moaning and rolling around a lot while she showed off her ass. The dark-skinned girl went to drag her up by the arm, but intentionally pulled on it too hard. Monica grunted as she lifted Olive’s elbow up to her chin and reeled away from her like she’d been struck. The audience fired up for the avenging redhead striking back without realizing it. Monica knew that most of wrestling was working together to make anything look good, so she was ready to pull Olive’s weight enough to carry her ass through the match.

Olive rose to meet her, looking about as surprised as the audience. Monica met her gaze and darted her eyes towards the ropes before turning along with her, making it look like Olive had thrown her into them rather than her just running on her own free will. She leaned into the ropes, giving Olive plenty of time to prepare for their planned clothesline to take her down. But when Monica slingshotted back, the redhead milf braced herself readily for way too long. Monica was already charging in so she couldn’t break stride and just ran right into Olive. Mother Mary huffed loudly as Monica collided with her doughy padding, acting like she was the one being bodily rammed to the mats. The audience booed Monica’s accidental counter, and she bit her lip to keep from grumbling some rather unchurchly things. Olive was no help now, clearly too into her self-degrading show. She rolled over, kicking her feet in imaginary pain as she clutched her huge boobs. Her groping and grinding around shook her big ass to the mixed approval and despair of the crowd, depending on how much they cared about the actual fight.

“That’s it! Time to finish you off and win this farce of a fight! For EVIL!”

Monica’s declaration was all she could think to shake Olive out of her horny humiliation spiral. She grabbed the older wrestler by the hair and propped her up in the corner, sitting with her back on the turnbuckles. Monica strode out with a devilishly seductive strut around the middle of the ring, shaking her hips before aiming them at Olive. She smacked her darkly-dressed bottom a few times, making sure that Olive could hear the threatening clap. A few of the fans even clapped along with her mock spanking as they started to side with her, which was the opposite of what she was trying to do.

“This is the END for you!” Monica declared.

It was all she could do to scream “You’d better dodge this!” to forecast her attack. With one final hip wiggle she rushed at Olive and whirled around to swing a butt bump at her. Just as she feared, Olive barely even tried to move. She even rose up a little to get her face right in place, flopping and moaning loudly as Monica’s ass connected with her face instead of the corner post. Monica winced angrily, but tried to play it off as an evil grin. Even when Olive pushed at her butt, really just spanking and groping her tight cheeks to perv out on her embarrassing situation even further.

“Haha! That’s right… err, I guess God helps those who help themselves,” she snapped, trying to save face while Olive kept hers buried up her ass crack.

The older wrestler went so far as to let her roaming hands push aside her leotard. Behind the cover of the ringpost and her own face, nobody could quite see it as Olive let her tongue roll out and slide inside Monica’s asshole. She gasped but managed to swallow any too strong reactions, forced to stand there and take it as she ground against Olive’s ass-licking face. Her pervy, submissive moans vibrated in Monica’s ass as she tried to stifle her own blush.

“Would you knock that off, you dumb bitch?!” she hissed under her breath.

She allowed herself to cuss seeing as the match was clearly going beyond SFW as far as the two of them were concerned. She swung a bitter heel backward, looking to knock some sense into Olive. She didn’t take into account exactly where they were standing, so her heel thumped right in between Olive’s legs. The busty milf let out a huge howl of pain and arousal mixed together as the audience booed her accidental cheap shot. What was even worse was that Olive’s body trembled behind her, slumping with her face buried up Monica’s butt. The shape and physical arousal was too much for her and Monica felt her pussy grow wet as she came on her attacking foot.

Monica blushed hard enough for it to show through her tan skin. The fans couldn’t see it but her cheeks burned red hot. She hurried to step away, leaving Mother Mary sitting in a heap in the corner and looking completely out of it. Her eyes fluttered in what must have been the biggest orgasm of her life, and Monica would have to drop the entire charity match’s storyline if she didn’t take advantage of her. She reluctantly went up to Olive and pulled her up to her feet. She had to put some real effort into it as the masochistic church mom had to get pulled into a headlock and dragged up rather than helping her along. Her legs had turned to rubber after that kicking orgasm, making Monica do even more than she was before.

Her mind raced for ideas. She couldn’t do the big corner finish like they were planning, and Olive didn’t seem likely to go down without something to motivate her overwhelming perversion in the heat of the match. Even with the orgasm out of her system, she was already pawing at Monica’s ass in her headlock position.

“Okay… just like the old days,” Monica sighed to herself quietly.

She gave a huge grunt and put all her tomboy strength into lifting Olive off the mats. She pulled up on her swimsuit to lift and slam her into a suplex, leaving her flat on her back with her big bust jiggling around. Monica quickly sat on her chest, grabbing and pulling her legs together to at least hide the cum stain on her clear outfit.

“Count it with me, folks, cuz this worshiping wimp is going down! This is HER day of rest!” she rattled off every pun and sort of religious insult she could think of. She didn’t expect to be in control for this much of the fight to keep thinking of trash talk.

“Genesis! Lexodus! Levit- WHA!? WHOA!”

Olive was a cold fish as far as the match was concerned, happily looking up at Monica’s pinning arms and bust. Monica started flailing around randomly like she was fighting back and fell over backward, grabbing Olive’s shoulders and pulling her over on top of her. There was a sloppy moment of tumbling as she pretended Olive had countered her and flipped her over herself, leaving the milf confused and barely sitting up under her own power. She looked around confused at first, but Monica had the perfect distraction ready. She pulled on Olive’s hips to make her sit right on her face, latching her mouth onto her crotch and rapidly licking at the tender pussy through her leotard. The busty redhead gave a soft, shrill cry that the crowd thankfully  seemed to take as a battle cry. They roared at the sudden comeback of the “good” girl in the match, and Monica let herself keep eating her out to keep her in the pinning position. Her pumping hips kept her glued to Monica’s mouth as Olive slapped a hand passionately against the mats. The audience thankfully misread that as well.

“Genesis! Lexodus! Leviticus!” they chanted along to replace Monica’s mock count.

The bell rang to declare Olive the winner and Delilah hastily threw Olive off of her. She spat out in disgust, which was only slightly acting as she got the taste of milf cum out of her mouth. She growled and pointed threatening at the busty woman as she slinked out of the ring.

“You win this time, but mortals are weak! You’ll fall eventually to me, the queen of evil!”

Olive gasped and shook her head, seeming to come to her senses from the sound of the bell and the absence of her lean and unexpected femdom. She cleared her throat and eased herself back up on the ropes.

“I know. But man was created with original sin, and Jesus has granted us the gift of forgiveness. So you shall always lose in the end, so long as a woman is of a good soul and sorry for her sins.”

“Curses!” Delilah snarled back at Mother Mary before lurching backstage.

Olive stayed in the ring a few seconds, waving weakly and a bit disoriented at her cheering fans as the appreciative donations came in at a new peak. She finally wiped some drool from her face and reclaimed her robes to hide the various sweat and cum stains on her main outfit, making her way back to the changing area.

“I’m SO sorry, Monica!” Olive gasped as soon as she found her toweling off.

“I don’t know what came over me! We really should have practiced more or I would never have…”

“It’s ok,” Monica assured her with a weary smile. “We were sloppy. But Kenny’s saying we’re breaking records out there, so it was worth it. It’s just one goof for the sake of the greater good, alright?”

“Absolutely! Thank you so much for saving the show out there,” Olive sighed appreciatively. She patted Monica on the shoulder fondly.

“Now if you ever wanted to practice for our next event, or just for the fun of it, or maybe share some wine and a movie some night…”

Monica threw up her hands and walked away. “Not havin’ this conversation!” she blurted. She didn’t even have to look back to know that Olive was staring at her shaking hips and expecting her next wet dream to be about them.