Astra Nova vs Spectre - The Interstellar Antidote?

[Jaystar]

Astra Nova never knew that there was so little time and distance between heaven and hell.

Just moments before, the Interstellar Heroine had been firmly in heaven. Practically everything had gone in her way. She had put on a mighty performance. The crowds had been loving her. She had been the one destined to finally conquer the evil.

Now, she was sliding deeper into hell. Helplessly stuck in a painful, dangerous predicament.

And the only things that she had encountered between the two? A pair of knees, a moment of struggling to regain composure, and a pair of legs and hips taking a seat on her collar.

Of course, perhaps the heroine might had held the opportunity to reverse the direction. If she had managed to spare just a few seconds of her recovery time to get back onto the offensive again... If she had managed to pull her leg just a bit further away to prevent Spectre's palms from grabbing it... And if she had managed to not turn her upper body towards her opponent just enough to allow the villain's legs to properly reach her own body... But none of those things had happened. And now she was in trouble.

Of course, the blonde's own palms had promptly made their way onto Spectre's thighs, feeling her thigh strap in their grip, trying to pry them apart and push her off... But none of the resistance had time to properly materialize before the first blow to her gut.

And the second one. And the third one. And the fourth one. And another one. And another one...

Spectre could probably feel each one of her blows sending just a little more air out of Astra's mouth against her own skin. And despite of how much Astra hated it, the Malevolent Virus could probably also feel that the heroine wasn't able to provide any resistance for now... Instead being forced to admit that what the villain was saying held true... At least temporarily.

The problem was, that the longer this went on, the less likely it seemed that the heroine's predicament would turn out to only be very temporary. And even if the Interstellar Heroine's attire seemed to provide more protection to the blonde's midsection compared to the opening in the villain's attire, it wasn't probably going to be hard for Spectre to tell that it was likely designed more looks than utility in mind... As the blonde's belly was clearly just as vulnerable to the villain's attacks, as the redhead's own had been so far in this match, much to Astra's earlier benefit.

Now the blonde could only hope, that the benefits would be long-lasting enough for her to still turn this match once more around.

[Monsy]

Her mental cohesion eroded into a desperate monster of need. Strategy was non-existent. She'd let her hair down as they say. Smash, smash, SMASH. That was her only urge till she tamed the struggles of Astra Nova. And then she'd shatter her for the heresy of turning her precious sanctum into welts and discolouration. It ached, tensed and clenched involuntarily when she stretched and compressed it.

But eyes didn't leave the prize.

She got impatient... replaced by a mouth-watering craving for a certain sight. She bared teeth after one more strike.

Her hands parted with the palms placed down around Astra’s navel. The pointed finger nails spread to form premature claws.

She threw her head into Astra’s belly, biting into the material full force. A growl rattled against the surface and she'd quickly adjust to find a hopefully weaker patch to gnaw. Her nails clawed all at once to tear and torture.

And if she made a hole, she'd thrash her head in hopes to tear the hole larger. If her hands could fit into the gap, she'd grab both sides and pry to expose both the belly and waist of the heroine.

[Jaystar]

Sure enough, for the first time in a long while, it was evident that the supervillain had taken the driver's seat in this matchup. Or at least some kind of a seat on top of the downed heroine beneath her form... Who was getting a faceful of the villain's behind to deal with. And while under some other circumstances, it may had not perhaps been all that bad... But right here and now, it was part of the big picture of Spectre finally getting the upper hand, and starting to pay back all the punishment to her belly that Astra herself had dealt on the villain earlier in the matchup.

The momentum was now dangerously shifting away from the favor of the Interstellar Heroine.

With each smash, Astra's midsection weakened... With each smash, a little more air got driven out of her lungs. And with each smash, the likelihood of the heroine to find a way out of the supervillain's hands was becoming increasingly unlikely.

On the contrary, the supervillain's hands were becoming increasingly likely to find ways to new places. While Astra Nova's superheroine attire may had looked rather durable and flexible, it wasn't inpenetratable. Especially not from the broad, silver midsection, which quickly became Spectre's target of choice. The purple nails began gnawing, the sharp teeth began sinking in... And soon enough, the heroine's attire got breached. Not just from one or two spots, but it began getting literally torn apart... And ultimately, all the tearing and torturing did succeed in producing a sizeable gap in the middle.

A gap, that was then torn up wide by Spectre's hands. And with her belly and waist exposed, even if she had proven the supervillain's midsection to be her weak point earlier, there wasn't anything to suggest that the Interstellar Heroine's midsection would turn out to be any stronger or more resilient with taking any impending torture and punishment at all.

[Monsy]

Spectre smelt blood. The markings on Astra’s gut, the suppressed drivel of the heroine, and the tiny details of her body language. A pleasing warmth basked in her chest. She almost forgot the pain. If not immediately pinched when her stomach needed to flex to bend over.

“H-Hrk…” And while she did something funny with her eyes, she didn’t stop in her transition. She grabbed Astra’s leg, then tugged it across the second leg to turn her belly-side down.

“You're SO glass, punchmeat.” A panting puff broke her rhythm. The heroine’s leg she wielded hooked around her nape.

“…I like that.”

Spectre grabbed Astra’s wrist. The arm that held Astra’s foot wrapped over the toes; and using her second hand, she yanked Astra’s wrist into that grip to join them.

Her hips shuffled towards Astra’s ribs. Her legs attempted to envelop the Heroine’s head to apply a sweaty squeeze that activated all the muscle in those conditioned thighs. And if the completed

didn’t have her screaming for mercy’s hug, she’d take her free hand to dig nails into the exposed flesh of Astra’s navel, driving her knuckles white with relentless squeezing.

[Jaystar]

Ravaged.

That's what the Interstellar Heroine looked like having become. Trapped beneath Spectre's form, used as a punching bag, her eloquent heroine attire torn apart. Luckily, its black parts were still holding it in place and together, but the silver fabric covering her belly had gotten destroyed. The Malevolent Virus had managed to dig her claws and teeth into the formerly triumphant heroine, and the audience could tell that the villainess was surely smelling blood.

Astra in turn was almost tasting blood in her mouth... But luckily for the blonde, at least the pounding of her belly had stopped for now. Perhaps it was a bit ominous considering that her attire had just been ripped open, almost like inviting just more punishment to be received by her midsection... But it didn't materialize. Instead, it was the heroine's legs that appeared to catch the villain's attention now... Which honestly felt like a relief.

Well, for a brief moment at least... Before Astra was to find out what she was really getting set up for. Getting called "punchmeat" was suggesting the blonde that perhaps it was more punches that were still to come... But that wasn't the case. Perhaps she should have been providing more resistance here, should have been less content simply with Spectre's fists not finding her skin for the moment... But when she finally realized all that, the Interstellar Heroine's body had already been bent and twisted into a shape where there was no escape from!

"Ohhh... What?" the confused heroine sobbed as she was finally getting some free access to air while her body was getting worked over... Right before Spectre's thighs enveloped her head and restricted her access to air once again! And if the Interstellar Heroine had been lucky enough to escape from feeling the strength of the Malevolent Virus so far for the most part of this match, her luck had just run out. Spectre's thighs may had not been the thickest in LAW, but they were easily strong enough to painfully torment the blonde heroine... And the accompanied, painful stretch was just making it all worse!

"Aghh... N-no.. Please..." were the shameful pleas of the trapped heroine, caught in the painful clutches of Spectre's Segmentation Fault... But she wasn't surrendering quite yet! Or well, not before the redhead's claws found their way to her weak, exposed belly again... "AAAGGGHHH!!! N-NO!!! I... I..." the heroine began amidst shrieks of pain, trying to endure the torture... But quickly, it was evident that she just couldn't. "I submit!!! I... SUB... MIT!!!"

Did it look like an easy surrender? Perhaps to some. But the hold was genuinely extremely painful... And Astra knew that if she wanted to still have a chance of getting on top in this match, there was no point in suffering in this hold for too long. Especially, as she should have still held the lead after this one...

[Monsy]

A tidal wave of warmth filled her toe-to-scalp hearing that shriek. Adrenaline did not describe it. Cloud nine neither.

Above all, she’d keep it. Submitting? That meant nothing. Her claws dug deeper. Her arm flexed harder. She squeezed her legs on Astra’s head, pulled the ankle into a deeper stretch and put her belly to Astra’s back so they’d be stuck skin-to-skin. The referee kneeled down to start intervening. Spectre was meeting their uneasy stare with sternness. She was told to release the Heroine. Multiple times. Nicely. Urgently. Then with a light touch.

Spectre sneered, rolled her eyes, closed them and looked away before speaking loudly herself.

“Your voice is so crusty ugly. And your breath is photobombing the words.”

She swapped attention to Astra’s state, craning her head to watch Astra’s face.

“Encore, Astra! I can't hear you yet! SCREAM. LOUDER!” Yelled Spectre with an energized ferocity. The referee now intervened more than before…
First her arms were tugged. Failed.
Then her legs held their ground against the referee’s prying deadlifts. She was grabbed by the ears at last. That just about tweaked her neck. So, naturally, she bit Astra on her thigh. After which the referee, frustrated for solutions but too fearful to call what their instincts told them, instead stalled for time by making an appearance of officiating…

“...One!”
“......Two!”
“.........Three!”
“............Four!”
“...............-”

Spectre let go all at once. Legs parted, hands opening and arms withdrawn. She rolled away, raising up once, then splatting back against her face when her bearings didn’t match the motor skills. That would be time afforded to Astra Nova’s plight whilst she recovered…and crawled back to base. Her corner was where she could grab the ropes on both sides and support her noodle legs underneath her. Once in position, she brushed all her hair back with two hands, then leaned against her corner for another needed respite…

[Jaystar]

If Astra Nova's submission appeared easy, it was quickly evident that Spectre was not going to grant the heroine any easy surrenders at all. Despite of the blonde's clear voicing out of a submission, the hold just kept on going on and on, torturing the cute heroine, and quickly worsening her condition. The small villain's surprisingly powerful thighs squeezed around the blonde's head ever so harder, her ankle was in dire danger of getting rendered inoperative for the rest of the match, and her pummeled belly exposed by the torn-up attire was getting mercilessly tortured by the redhead's claws. And for now, Astra had no choice but to take all that punishment in.

The referee did try to help. Multiple times. In multiple ways. Ordering, coaxing, begging the villainess to release the hold... But to no avail. If Astra's face hadn't been already desperate and suffering enough, realizing the situation would have brought even more despair onto it... But all that the sight of her suffering face achieved was Spectre's further calls for declarations for submission - as if the heroine hadn't already screamed one out loud enough.

Had Astra not been in such immense pain, she could have posed a few questions to herself. Was this a trick? Were multiple submissions going to earn Spectre multiple falls in her favor? Should she had trusted the referee and the process to resolve her predicament in other ways?

But she was in immense pain. And thus, there was barely a second before the blonde erupted in screams again.

"I submit! I SUBMIT!! ISUBMITISUBMITISUBMIT!!!"

Spectre got her encore, but Astra still didn't get her freedom. And the referee still wasn't getting their way. Instead, there was an extra "AAAGGGHHH!!!" cried out by the heroine, as the redhead's teeth dug into her thigh... What a cruel way to pay back for any scissorholds!

Finally, maths seemed to be something that even a supervillain could appreciate. The referee's count reached four, after which Spectre finally released her hold. To Astra's relief, the villain was quick to roll further away, leaving the blonde to recover and tend to her wounds in the middle of the ring...

"Miss Astra, are you OK?" the referee asked, crouching over to assess the heroic wrestler's condition. The initial response was just a deep sigh and a feeble moan, signaling that imminent recovery was essential... "Should I... Should I call for this match to end?" the official then proceeded to query in a quiet tone, something that in turn earned a quicker reply out of the blonde. "No! No... I'm alright... I just need to... A little..." the heroine began explaining, while rolling slowly to her side and front, gradually getting up to her all fours. It took some time for her to try regaining her composure, during which Spectre had ample time to make her way slowly to her own corner... While keeping any potential staggering or mishaps during her progress out of Astra's sight. And it wasn't as if Astra herself appeared quite ready enough to raise up to her own feet either...

"Should I help you?" the referee finally offered, with Astra quickly accepting to get back up to her feet with the official's support. Walking her to her corner, the blonde also got the chance to offer a little complaint... "You know, that was really, really slow from her to release me..." the heroine began, stating the obvious. The official adopted a rather sorry appearance, but then proceeded to whisper their answer to the heroine... "You know... Miss Astra... I can't.... I can't disqualify her. Remember?"

Right. She hadn't remembered. Now she did.

Astra's expression was disgruntled and still rather exhausted as she reached her corner and turned around to face Spectre in the opposite one, both of the wrestlers still taking apparent support from the ropes around them. So, this was 2-1 now... But it was still advantage Astra Nova. She still had everything to play for. She still had the chance to follow the example set by the two first rounds, and pummel this nasty villainess into oblivion...

There were a few problems though. Firstly, she was already feeling quite beaten. She was feeling rather exhausted. Her endurance had been highly consumed... And she had already used a lot of her strength throwing the villainess around. Plus, the most recent submission hold had been very effective with targeting her ankle too... The Interstellar Heroine surely no longer held all the advantages that she had in the beginning.

But surely, Spectre would be suffering from the same problems? Surely, she wasn't in the best condition any longer either? Surely, the supervillain was still beatable?

Those were the thoughts and questions inside Astra's head, as she tried to adopt as confident and determined look while staring down at her foe in the opposite corner.