The blonde woman grunts in a mixture of surprise and pain as Jordan's head swings back into her, striking on the corner of her cheekbone.  She growls, her already tight grip around Jordan growing tighter.  "Not good enough, little girl."  She laughs, the cruel sound almost right in Jordan's ear.<br/><br/>Once again, Jordan can feel the weight of the woman behind her shift.  This time, she slides her arms downward, pulling Jordan's arms tight to her sides, her wrists against her hips.  Then, suddenly, Tashia wraps her legs around Jordan, her body pressing tight against her from behind as her legs grip her, pythonlike.  Now, Jordan's arms are even more thoroughly pinned to her sides, but Tashia's arms are free.  "Looks like I got you."  Jordan hears the voice in her ear again.  "Now, time for some fun."<br/><br/>Tashia's arms come around Jordan again, but this time, her hands run up and down her body, tracing over her hips, running over her flat stomach.  They slide up to her breasts, beginning to knead them, one in each hand, squeezing the delectable flesh.  "Hmmm, not bad."  Tasha says.  Her fingers shift, alternating tugs on Jordan's nipples, first one and then the other..<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the lamia has begin sliding across the room, offering occasional critique to the wrestlers.  As she comes to the pair Jordan noticed before, she pauses for a moment.  The black haired woman has worked the red-head's panties off, and now works two fingers in and out of the redhead's tender pussy.  The redhead still struggles, but her moans begin to increase in volume, the expression on her face beginning to display her pleasure.  "Good work."  Mistress Galene says with an approving nod.  Her eyes turn to Jordan and Tashia, her expression growing interested.