Madeline Christiansen vs. Amandine Mayeaux - Bolide Impact

[Lightman]

The intent certainly wasn’t to make the Englishwoman submit, considering this was her way of giving a reprieve. She was already impactful with what she’s been getting up to. A simple choke of a foot wouldn’t do much of anything to win the match. If it was, Madeline wouldn’t live that down, especially this early on in her career in LAW.

The only thing she could do was to ride it out and wait until Amandine got bored. It’s not the best, but Madeline’s options were very slim to begin with. The English Rose endured so much to begin with. This should be nothing. Should, being a keyword, but the mix of pain from the Frenchwoman shoving her foot down her throat, causing her jaw to almost dislocate due to the pain, and the pleasure coursing through her body from the aphrodisiac, it was still a tall task.

Eventually, Amandine showed mercy and withdrew that foot. Madeline rolled to her side, coughing, hacking some contents of the aphrodisiac while her body tingled and throbbed. Small doses of aphrodisiac were more than enough to do the job. The amount that Madeline has had…

The French Fireball didn’t give the English Rose much time to breathe before she would be lifted off the ground. Despite Madeline not quite weighing like a feather, Amandine was a force of nature who also hadn’t taken as much damage so far in the match. Not as much as Madeline, that is. Considering the kind of style that Amandine has shown, there were only a few options that she could go for.

The good thing is that it wasn’t a slam. The bad thing was that Amandine pulled her in for a bearhug. Madeline gasped and grunted, feeling the Frenchwoman’s strength being brought to bear. Breasts mashed together, though Amandine’s bigger set nearly engulfed as they mushroomed and pancaked.

The bearhug was torturous on its own and even with the aphrodisiac, even a slight rub of skin would be enough to set her body on fire. Then Amandine added to things by placing her lips on the nipples, sucking on them, her teeth digging into the flesh. Madeline let out a loud moan, her pussy juices leaking from a massive amount of arousal. A complete overload seems to be what’s on Amandine’s mind, seeking to leave Madeline absolutely wrecked and torn asunder from pleasure.

[NoChill27]

Amandine felt a surge of triumph as she sensed Madeline's resolve weakening beneath her. The mixture of pain and pleasure she inflicted was a perfect concoction, designed to erode any semblance of resistance from the Englishwoman. Each moan and gasp from Madeline only fueled Amandine’s desire to assert her dominance further.

Maintaining her vice-like grip, Amandine’s lips continued their torment, alternating between soft, teasing licks and sharp, biting nips. The taste of Madeline's tits, mixed with the salty tang of her sweat, was intoxicating. Amandine's body hummed with arousal, the sensation of her breasts pressing and rubbing against Madeline's core sending shivers down her spine.

She could feel Madeline's body responding involuntarily, her hips twitching and her breaths coming in ragged bursts. Amandine smiled against Madeline’s breast, enjoying the power she wielded over her opponent. With a final, lingering suck, she pulled back, her eyes locking onto Madeline’s, seeing the mix of pain, pleasure, and desperation within them.

“You're not done yet, Madeline,” Amandine purred, her voice low and sultry. “I’m going to make sure you remember who owns you in this ring.”

With a swift motion, she released the bearhug and let Madeline collapse to the mat, only to grab her by the hair and yank her up, on her knees. Amandine’s next move was deliberate; she wanted Madeline to feel every second of her dominance.

With a single yank, Madeline would once
be hung above ground but this time, Amandine’s other arm wrapped over her upper body and soon, the poor girl would find herself being stretched over the Frenchwoman's belly, a soft belly now flexed to the max as she was put into a horizontal backbreaker!

Spoiler

[Lightman]

Amandine had the clear advantage, and the Frenchwoman knew how to use it. The Fireball’s core shoved into Madeline, forcing her to flex up, revealing powerful muscle that, if having the strength for it, Madeline could grind up against it. Instead, the aphrodisiac made it so that Amandine was scorching the Englishwoman alight with those grinds. Madeline could only yelp in pain, her strong core still flexed, but she was trapped in a tight crush that Amandine had full control over.

Strong muscular arms cut into her body, forcing her bones to creak under the power of those muscles. The brunette’s body compressed further, arousal spreading through her even more than Amandine took much pleasure in pleasuring her breasts. The bearhug was a moment of overwhelming power; the very moment that decided Amandine’s victory. It wouldn’t surprise anyone if she had dropped her and proceeded to go for the pin afterwards.

The first part was correct. Madeline fell like a sack of potatoes, collapsing without much resistance shown, like a broken doll. However, Amandine would yank the English Rose to her knees, as if not quite satisfied with the torture she had administered. At first, the Englishwoman had wondered what else the Frenchwoman had in mind, even more than what she had achieved thus far. That was until she would be lifted off the ground, Amandine pulling her to press her body against the impressive, yet aching form of Madeline. It was a different kind, however, forcing her arms behind her head, rendering her helpless in a showing of strength.

As if she was wrapping an actual human being around her like a towel, the ashen-haired woman was having fun rubbing her belly against her back. Though they were softer compared to the bearhug, they still had the same ferocity of the application. Madeline, strong as she was, was still flexible, but this was to a ridiculous degree. “Auuuuaahhhh!!” Amandine was going to stretch her out. Squeeze her out. Weaken her immensely to where she can’t lift a finger. Regardless of if Amandine wasn’t flexing, her abs scraped upon the softness of Madeline’s curves as if she were a loofah.

[NoChill27]

Amandine felt a vast warmth sweep over her body, a familiar arousing sensation gatering around her core. Her muscles heated up with each scrape, becoming even more so by the second. Her apprehensive groans about her new body scrubber slowly turned into eager moans, each louder than the previous. Despite their differing reason, their moans were synced. But she could sense Madeline still had some fight in her. She feels she needs to soften Madeline even more before forcing her to surrender.

"Having fun? Well, there's more where that came from~"

Amandine's smile widened as she shifted her position. The French titan briefly paused her grindings. She dropped her opponent to the floor, but before she could try to crawl away, a harsh stomp on her back pinned her onto the floor.

"Now now, we're not done just yet. After all, you're enjoying this as well, aren't you?"

Amandine picked her up once more, but this time, Madeline's midsection was now face to Amandine's abs.

With that, she stretched Madeline into both directions once more, she pressed her belly against her own and began to scrub it left and right over her . Worse, she began to casually walk as she did so, letting Madeline's toned belly sink into her own and once more, letting her soft curves smooth and rub them down, while thr audience were free to cheer and hoot and the impromptu show they were allowed to witness.

[Lightman]

Madeline’s breath hitched as she felt herself wrenched back against Amandine’s unyielding form, her body alight with conflicting sensations. The friction of their movements sent shivers coursing through her, her skin tingling from the forced intimacy. Defiance burned in her chest, yet undeniable heat pooled deep within her core.

Gritting her teeth, she suppressed the moan threatening to escape, unwilling to give Amandine the satisfaction. She glared up at her opponent, eyes blazing with rebellion despite her flushed cheeks and trembling frame.

“Enjoying yourself?” Madeline rasped, her voice laced with sarcasm and a shaky bravado. “You think this is enough to break me?”

Amandine’s amused chuckle reverberated through their pressed bodies, her confident smirk only fuelling Madeline’s determination. The crowd’s cheers were a distant roar in Madeline’s ears, her focus narrowing to the battle of wills between her and the French titan.

With every grinding motion, Madeline fought to regain control, her muscles flexing against the press of Amandine’s curves. She could feel her resolve waver under the relentless assault, but she clung to it with all her might, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” she whispered defiantly, her voice strained but unbroken.

As Madeline braced herself for what was to come, she vowed silently that she wouldn’t give in—not yet. Though her body remained trapped, her spirit remained unbroken.