Astra Nova vs Spectre - The Interstellar Antidote?

[Jaystar]

Honestly, Astra had hardly expected it to have been such a perfect comeback. The heroine was merely acting out of her instincts, trying to survive, land any punch that she just could muster up with her crotch in flames. Just grasp at any straw offered for her to get out of this early, painful, humiliating predicament.

But as fate would have it, stars aligned perfectly for the Interstellar Heroine. Maybe it was her own little superpower. At least she could hope so. Suited her gimmick. And made her look awesome.

Yes, already the fact that she could hear many in the crowds voicing out their adamant support for the heroic wrestler was boosting Astra with ample grit and motivation. It really helped her to flow into this role of a righteous heroine, one who wasn't giving up, no matter what. But what made the timing of her little belly punches even more satisfying were the words that Spectre had just decided to utter, filled with doubt over the blonde challenger's capabilities. It could have been easy to fall into despair, but instead, it turned out to be even easier to get the supposedly oh-so-powerful villain onto her knees.

At first, Astra was happy merely with having managed to fend off the villain away from her. Now she could get a moment to tend to her wounds a bit more carefully, recognizing the necessity to recover from the low blows as quickly as possible. But feeling the pain inside her was inevitably sparking quite a lot of anger inside the pure heroine... And the weaker she could see Spectre reeling in front of her, the more her desire to pay back some dues was lighting up.

Eventually though, the Swiss heroine could see her opponent starting to make her way up, which she promptly followed. Except for... Spectre didn't make it. Instead, she slumped back towards the canvas, coughing like she had gotten a severe case of her own virus, trying to cover her increasingly red belly. Astra Nova on the other hand had managed to find her own two feet.

Again, it was intuition telling her what to do. She knew what she was going to do was pretty vicious - but the anger inside her dictated that it didn't matter. It was righteous for her to do this.

"You tell me..." the Interstellar Heroine gave a delayed, smug response to the villain's own question... Before taking a step forward, and trying to shoot her right foot quick and hard deep into the red-haired girl's midsection, hoping to penetrate any of her attempts to protect it!

And hell, if she was going to succeed with it once, why not twice?

[Monsy]

It wasn’t in the script. Till about now, she has always opened with sheep on their knees, marching towards the slaughterhouse like her fist, knee or foot breaking their body. Astra was no different just a moment ago. But then, the stirring feeling in her gut, the sudden gravity in her knees and lightheadedness as her belly’s nerves tingled and nipped like needles. When her stomach expanded on the intact, she coughed, again and again, only catching her breath when she sucked her belly in tight, channeling everything into her chest and peeling her hands away to touch the mat.

On all fours.

She shook her head. Some of the shackles came loose and she was ready to re-take her feet again, having not realised Astra, rising to everyone’s expectations, had actually gotten up! And it was only when she heard the question, did her head snap up, nose curled in a powerful glower, then asked, “What did you just--”

Looking up, she saw Astra’s smugness and wanted to squeeze her neck so badly until she cried, she was gnashing her teeth at the sight until--BOOM! A kick struck her across the belly as Spectre tried rising to her knees. It cut across, then cut in and rippled her mid-section as Spectre’s eyes bulged, then hollered “G-GA-aaa-AAH!--” Before the force whipped her onto her back, holding her stomach.

She held her clenched teeth, hissing and whining, forcing herself to keep her eyes open so she didn't lose track of the fight. Her stinging belly now throbbed like she overdid a set of exercise, with now a broad mark of faint red to smudge the prior three fisticuff marks. She rolled to a hip, then over to her front, putting a knee down so she wasn’t flat, but with her hips slightly lifted. She crawled, clawing with an even meaner look to the front row.

“You'll PAY for that.” COUGH. Another crawling stride towards the ropes was taken, away from Astra. “R-rgh- Ten… Hundred fold.”

[Jaystar]

Honestly, Astra Nova probably looked pretty dumbfounded. Way more dumbfounded than she should have. It wasn't because of anything harmful, disappointing or otherwise negative that she saw... Quite on the contrary. What she saw was telling of such profound and unprecedented success, that the spunky heroine couldn't almost believe that it had actually been her who had brought this kind of predicament on the supposed supervillain. This was looking like a pretty dominant turnaround - one that the Interstellar Heroine had to take a moment to get used to.

The most delicious parts? Firstly, of course the fact that Spectre just couldn't get up after her initial round of blows. What a strong feeling it gave! The second, very satisfying part was to deliver the kick right after an attempt at renewed defiance from the villain, cutting her rude words short! And the third, not the least bit less marvelous part was to witness the villainess crawling away from her, as if the heroine was simply so mighty, that there was no way she could dare to confront her any longer face-to-face. Such a delicious sight!

But still a bit dumbfounding. Thus, it did take a moment for Astra to realize that Spectre was indeed crawling away from her, and that she would be utterly stupid to simply let her get away from her. The redheaded wrestler was getting rather close to the ropes already, before the blonde heroine began marching after her, quickly closing in the distance... She wasn't done dominating the villain quite just yet.

Upon reaching her foe, Astra shot a quick kick at the villain's bum, not meaning to dish out any all that meaningful pain, but mainly just to stop the redhead in her tracks, and get her upper body straightened up. From there, the heroine would try to take control over the villain's other arm, twisting it behind her back in an effort of forcing her foe back up to her two feet. Should she be successful, the Swiss blonde would smugly remark "I hope you like my methods of payment, then..." into the villain's ear, before trying to ram her forward the last few feet to crash the redhead into the cornerpost belly-first! But even after that, Astra wouldn't be done just yet... Not before forcing her foe to turn around, resting their back against the corner... While raising her other knee, and driving it as well deep into Spectre's belly!

[Monsy]

The kick to her ass stung like getting pelted by a palm-sized stone.

“Gh-.” And she rolled over, holding her behind, arcing it off the mat. Cursing in low volume, “Owww..” Her laugh lines pulled in a stressed sneer. “Gha??” Before being snatched from the floor, arm twisted, torso pulled up and forced on her feet. Her back bent over her forearm, shoulders back into Astra’s chest as they pushed on. Spectre grit her teeth. “Just you wait—” Then they went forward.

“BWwughhh-” And was flattened between the heroine and the turnbuckle. Her frame crushed like a soda can, crumbling up and forcing the air from her lungs in a belly flop-like. -STUNNED! x 2!- “Ouug!” Her stomach tightened and tingled. She felt lighter, then spun around like a feather, her shoulders whipping as her arms flopped in tow. She saw double, her head rolled back and around, her mouth ajar and she caught the sight of Astra’s knee. At least-- The motion of the heroine’s hip.

Ohfuck-.

“K-KH-HNG!” She piped like a kitten being spooked. The knee impaled her with a sweaty smack right between chest and naval, making her stomach ripple and cave, re-arranging her insides with bruising, forced back against the corner somehow. Spectre’s thighs had pressed together and convulsed, her upper-half keeled over the knee, with Spectre’s chin smacking on-top of Astra’s collar, breathless, drooling and bereft of thinking.

Her legs went warm. She struggled to process it, couldn’t move or dodge— only take it. She went bug-eyed, looking up cross-eyed as tears formed at her eye corners and the face paint started to shimmer. She felt light in the head and knees, and sick in her chest. I-I’m going to f-fuckin pass out… She thought, then whimpered into Astra’s ear, feeling herself burn up, sweat and get a strange sense of longing. “G-g-ghoohhhhh--…” And with her arms limp and hanging, leaning against them.

-STUNNED! x 3!-

[Jaystar]

So this must have been how a real superheroine mode felt like.

The villain had gone for a sneaky start, but she had turned things around.
The villain had already tried her mean and evil tricks on her, but she had fought through them.
The villain had looked oh-so-strong to start with, but was now getting basically ragdolled by her.
The villain had started off incredibly smug, but she had gotten her confidence already crumbling.

Needless to say, Astra was getting pretty darn excited. All of her moves, all of her moves were getting perfectly delivered, with Spectre falling victim to them in seemingly the worst ways imaginable. She had gained full control over her foe, with the body of the Malevolent Virus having become essentially like playdough in her hands.

And the best part? She had clearly found out the villain's weakness.

Could it have been considered unethical for a pure heroine to exploit such weaknesses? Maybe. But Astra didn't really think so. If anything, it wasn't uncommon for heroines to get hindered by some form of kryptonite. It was only fair if villains turned out to have their own ones too!

Right now though, Astra had clearly abused Spectre's belly enough - for now. The masked villain had basically collapsed against her body, her chin resting against the heroine's collar, her whole body messed up, exhausted, stunned... Surely, ripe for the picking. Well, as soon as she'd get the villain downed!

Hearing the redheaded girl's helpless whimpers and panting beside her ear, the Interstellar Heroine was confident enough to make a declaration. "Time to pay for your sins, Spectre!" the blonde stated with a rather stoic fashion, before trying to leverage from the villain's weakened state, and slam her back against the mat with a quick Snapmare! The heroine would then waste no time with trying to mount on top of the masked villain's body, and apply a Reverse Headscissor hold, while getting a good look at her foe's beaten belly right beneath her eyes...

"You know what to do, when this becomes too much for you!" the Swiss blonde instructed behind her shoulder, before planting another punch at Spectre's belly! And another one... And another one, until the villain would finally be wise enough to submit.... Maybe?

[Monsy]

“N-no-. G-Get baaa-ACK!” She whined, being manhandled by this fuckin’ punchmeat who caused the crowd to explode with ear-scratching fervour. Shouts developed at ringside. People on their feet, pumping their fists at the action like they commanded the beat. “Keep going, Astra! Give it to her!” "Show that terrorist how a heroine does it!" “Interstellar, let’s go!!!” “Heroine sweep! Heroine sweep!”

The villain bent where Astra pushed. She felt her back and legs wobble visibly, with Spectre on her tippy-toes to keep the height to use her punch-meat support. The very same who wrapped her in a cravate moments ago, turned around and snapped her into the mat. Her body whipped, then the tailbone smacked hard. “Gyah!” She yelped, arching her back high off the mat so her arm could nurse. When Spectre was mounted, she gasped. Something wanted to shout, ‘Get your hero bible out of my fuckin’ face!!’ with the heroine’s cheeks practically mushed into her jawline.

After being enveloped, she spoked through a strained, choking straw. “you'll pay for t-thissssssss.”

WHA-BAM! “F-F...Fuck.”

AGAIN. “PUH-HUHHH.” She bit her lip hard after the sharp gasp, her mouth smothered against the heroine's ass with black and puple lipstick being being wiped on it. Spectre started to mewl. She felt so sweaty. AGAIN. “Kh--” Her body jerked like an electric shock. “MMMM--” AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. Spectre kicked, thrashed, arched her belly trying to move her hips away. There was a smack. An imprint. Her stomach was like hitting a firm pillow that still cushioned Astra’s fist perfectly. And in its red, a dashing red spot, now beginning to sweat as the Malevolent Virus started to swelter.

“AAGH.” “AAGHH!!” “AAGHHH!”

“Heroine sweep! Heroine sweep!
Heroine sweep! Heroine sweep!”

LEFT. RIGHT. LEFT. RIGHT. LEFT. RIGHT. LEFT. RIGHT. LEFT. RIGHT.

DON'T SUBMIT. I WON'T SUBMIT. DON'T SUBMIT. I WON'T SUBMIT. I CAN'T SUBMIT.

Tears. Purple ones were coming down underneath her mask as she found herself staring at the lights, trying to count them to keep sane and from the sensation exploding. She continued to kick. Whine. Moan. Cough. Gag. It became a concert of pathetic noise. Astra as conductor, playing away the sound of Spectre's remaining health drizzle away. She grabbed onto Astra’s hips, held them, scratched them. She grabbed handfuls of the heroine’s booty, tried to push it with all her might, kicking the mat. Then tried to pry Astra's legs even more desperately as Spectre started to squeal out in more ugly, loud and distressed cries. Finally…

-BAM- "!!"

“A-a-as…” Like a spear, making a wet smack as it hits the wet surface. It impaled her to the mat in a way she was stuck on the spot, her stomach giving and embedded it into her soft skin again. She convulsed, feeling her insides just fill up and overflow with sensation she couldn’t describe. Something awful, something that shouldn’t happen, something

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“Traaaaa--…” Her voice faded as her cat-eyes fainted into her skull, rolling back. Her mouth stayed open. Drooling down her jaw. Tear-streaks now painted her face. Her belly now red all over, swelling, sweaty and shivering on every movement.

[Jaystar]

Utterly dominating an evil villainess was frankly a surprisingly exhiliarating feeling by itself, but what really was a brand new experience for Astra Nova as well was the level of support, chanting and uproar she was receiving out of the crowds as well. Clearly, either they were enjoying her actions a lot, or she looked hella good punishing her foe... Or then they simply hated Spectre so deeply, that anyone who could have delivered punishment for the supervillain and get her into a predicament were going to draw similar reactions from them. Either way, it was highly motivating for the Interstellar Heroine in any case, and it was very easy to get carried away with the feeling...

Spectre was almost as persistent with her venomous protests, but gradually, Astra was managing to deliver a good job with extinguishing them, turning them merely into cries and convulsions of pain. But the villainess was stubborn. The Reverse Headscissors hold wasn't exactly all that an easy feat to maintain, with Spectre's fingers digging into her hips and booty, scratching them, trying to push them away... But the heroine had determination, and she had exposed a weakness, and inevitably, the repeated punches into the villain's belly were effective with ceasing the resistance.

Astra had prompted her foe to submit... But really, it didn't seem like the villainess was quite as ready to do so... Not just yet, at least. Maybe she still held her pride... If such a supervillain even had one.

But frankly, that was fine. She didn't have to earn a submission... Not just yet, at least. There were more rounds coming, more opportunities for domination... And it only made sense to try getting the first fall scored as effectively as possible. Especially with all the passionate support from the crowds! Besides, it wasn't like Astra wasn't having options, even in this position...

Sensing Spectre's ceasing resistance, the Interstellar Heroine felt confident to adjust her position. While the scissorhold around the villain's head may had ceased, the heroine was still very much positioned on top of her foe as she raised her body more upright - and the villainess eating more of her booty. She also got better control over her opponent's arms... But that wasn't really what the blonde heroine was aiming for.

"Hey! Ref! A pin!"

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