"Mystery Match" in Bedroom

[Lico]

Iris' protest only seemed to make Ianthe went a little rougher on her, and of course there's nothing the rainbow haired girl could do about it. She's already starting to melt between her fleshy prison, her trapped form wriggled along Ianthe's movement as if she's being molded to the woman's liking. The nun's breathing and nibbling on her neck only made Iris further getting hotter and more bothered as well, her own breathing also getting a little heavier.

The pressure from Frederika's side then eased as the raven haired woman stepped away to undress herself. Iris noticed it a moment late, but her eyes did wander to the tall beauty's direction when she felt Frederika had left her, almost as if she's wanting the woman to stay. Seeing Frederika's naked form made Iris gulped from astonishment, and it seemed like she couldn't look away from her, until Ianthe's voice snapped her out of it a little. Despite her two opponents not really paying attention to her, Iris didn't seem to try getting away from Ianthe either as long as the blonde was still glued to her.

Huh...? Ropes...? What ropes...? she couldn't help but to wonder.

[SeptaX1]

There was a clear lack of resistance from the much smaller Iris compared to her giantess counterparts. It was looking less of a proper match and more of a kinky one night stand. Supposedly it entailed this submissive busty lady that wanted to be squashed down by two Amazonian dominatrix's. While not the exact circumstances, it was more or less clear that Iris posed no threat, instead showing receptiveness to whatever the two large women did to her soft marshmallow body. Frida and Ianthe didn't seem to mind either, happy to oblige to Iris's apparent desire as well as their own cravings of lust.

As Frida snuggled her large plushy frame against Iris the latter would feel the pressure on her back lax as both large women essentially switched positions. Now, Ianthe began to undress, taking off her horned hood revealing her full blonde locks, retrieving the ropes hidden in the black shroud. Then she would disrobe the rest of her surprisingly skimpy set of clothes, perhaps implied by the clear cleavage and midriff cutouts as well as lack of sleeves. Simultaneously, the German placed her hands on Iris's shoulders before turning her around, both quickly unclasping Iris's remaining bikini top and appreciating the Englishwoman's flawless figure. Fully undressed, Ianthe's figure was that of a godess forged by steel, a perfect mix of muscle and curves. Her breasts were even more voluptuous than before, now released of their clothed prisons. The broad shoulders, undulating biceps, and perfect rows of washboard abs emphasized her implacable strength, weapons used to break and crush the opponent that dares defy it. All of this paired with the blonde's bare lower region, excited and eager to indulge the other ladies own nethers.

"Like what you see? " Ianthe bit her lip and winked towards the curvy women. Frida's smile was clear and loved her student's raw beauty.

Hidden behind her back, the blonde woman's hands held the tightropes as she walked towards the two.

"Now then..." She'd crack her neck swaying her head side to side.

"Let's have some fun~"

[Lico]

As Frederika finished undressed herself, she switched position with Ianthe, holding Iris while the blonde stepped away to reveal her divine form to them. Like before, Iris remained docile from being cuddled, as if she's being pacified by Frederika's curvaceous body. The other reason would be that she's also being mesmerized by the sight of Ianthe's glorious figure being exposed in front of her. The woman's sensuality was paired by muscles that made her pretty intimidating compared to Frederika, and the rainbow haired girl gulped nervously from the thought of having such imperious figure mashing against hers. She didn't even noticed that Frederika had stripped her top to make her join her opponents in the nude.

"M-mh... y-yes..." she answered unwittingly, almost like she's somewhat went on a trance just from looking at Ianthe's goddess-like body in its full glory.

Her nervousness grew as the blonde approached her, and yet she's also feeling herself being more excited than anything. While a part of her told her that Ianthe's words should be the cue for her to start resisting, she ended up backing away a little instead, involuntary pressing herself a little more against Frederika as if she's seeking for a shelter in the motherly woman.

[SeptaX1]

Ianthe leaned in towards Iris's face, who's response was eagerness and fear to being crushed by the goddess's miraculous form. The Italian could see how the blonde's nipples perked and protruded right in front of her as she was stared down the soul with primordial desire. She cupped the lady's chin with her hand and breathed down her face to tease a kiss, only to move away.

Frederika giggled as she felt Iris pressed against her as if wanting to seek refuge. She pat her on the head, comforting whilst simultaneously preparing her for what was to come next.

"There there~. Come closer and allow us to pamper you endearingly." She smiled as she spoke so softly and calmly in a low contralto lullaby.

With that, Ianthe and Frederika began wrapping ropes around themselves. All three locked in a constricting squeeze with the unfortunate Iris in the middle of the maze of sensual curves and marbled muscle. Three black ropes latched around the their torsos, and the Italian's arms were restrained from moving. Iris's body, now given no quarter, was squashed into by her jailor's. The Brit's belly teeming with muscle devoured into Iris's soft tummy, flexed thighs indulged in carnal desire, and her breasts compressed against the victim's volumed pair. Frederika's curvy mass squished into Iris, and her own bare breasts smushed its hardened nipples into the captive's back, its mass flooding over onto her neck.

Spoiler

[Lico]

Iris was too focused on Ianthe that she's barely paying attention to everything else, safe for the comforting Frederika giving her. She could feel her cheeks warming up as the blonde's face closing in on her own, as if she's going for a kiss, only to move away, betraying her anticipation. All of a sudden, she felt her body was being constricted by something else other than the curvaceous forms of her opponents. A quick glance reminded Iris of what she was wondering earlier: ropes.

"H-huh...?"

The rainbow haired girl tried to squirm, but at that point it's already too late. Frederika and Ianthe's bodies were already pressed tightly against hers, preventing her from moving around too much, and then there were the ropes that also restricted her arms. Simply put, she's now a captive of the two divine beauties, totally at their mercy as they began to flex and press against her.

"A-aahhm...!" she couldn't help but to moan and squirm, her body felt like it's being molded by the fleshy prison she was trapped in.

Her breasts mushroomed against Ianthe's, while her head was almost drowned by Frederika's large pair. The more she squirmed, the more she ended up rubbing herself against her captors, and by doing so, she's only growing hotter and more bothered in an alarming pace.

[SeptaX1]

The two giantess women heartily enjoyed the moans and squirming struggle their opponent so happily provided. Hapless pants eeked out of Iris's mouth, which only encouraged the Brit and German to go even rougher with the Italian who reciprocated to their rubs of love. Both appreciated they weren't the only ones working to satisfy their toy, as it seemed to be pleasuring itself in this claustrophobic hold.

Arousal only meant growing harder to both amazons. Frederika's body while naturally soft was becoming stiff as it rubbed belly against back. Her impish nubs were somehow even more sharp than before. A lecherous sex moistened from mindless massaging on Iris's plump posterior. Low moans of hunger escaped from the conductor that mixed with the noise emitting from the other two women.

Ianthe's carnal desire fed on the devouring of a vulnerable meal, an exalted pleasure she intended to gratify. Her rock-hard abs only became even greater bastions of impenetrable walls that crushed into a tummy that begged for it. She clapped her entire body into Iris wanting to break the poor girl many times over.

Each of the ladies on either side would take turns leaning forward. This would squeeze Iris even tighter than before, almost changing equilibriums like a seesaw. The blonde and brunette wanted to wring every drop of pleasure out of the fun-sized girl. Like a fragrant bar of soap, it would be rubbed down until there was nothing left.

[Lico]

Iris never really experienced anything like this and it's simply overwhelming her. Within the first minute or so she was already reduced into a moaning and wriggling mess between Frederika and Ianthe. The way the two women rubbing and pressing against her made felt like melting between the divine beauties. Her body seemed to be moving on its own as well in the attempt of keeping up with her opponents, although it's mostly futile. She just didn't have the muscle to compete against Frederika, let alone Ianthe, and as such, her smaller figure was pretty much just ended up being bullied by the two.

"O-oouaahh... nnnhhh...!"

It might not have been too long ever since the grinding start, but Iris was slowly losing her sense of time as well as herself within her flesh prison. A part of her told her to fight back, but how exactly, she didn't know. As the two began to alternate their squeezing, it almost felt like she's being devoured by the goddesses!

"Hnnggg...! Mmhh...! G-gawd..."

[SeptaX1]

The only possible way to survive was to grind back. In the bonds of the ropes and hungry beasts, Iris had no choice but to grind back against her significantly larger opponents. Yet, the magnitude of difference simply made it so the silver-haired girl's attempts were of miniscule insignificance, making no change to the Earth's rotation. She was simply at the mercy of the giants, lustful and libertine.

"Some strong sentiments you hold. Pent up and ready to empty. It would be the right thing for you to do so~." Ianthe condescendingly teased as she soaked in Iris's moans and encouraged the mewling woman to succumb to her pleasures.

Frederika giggled as her hands lapped over Iris's moist skin. She reached for the quivering girl's buttocks to grope a handful while her rump kept humping into it. Both vixens were in a pole position of rubbing domination, using their voluptuous toy as a test subject, pondering how long Iris could hold back her urges.

"You're doing well my child. May you allow us to captivate you further with our performance~." Perhaps more endearingly and less mean compared to Ianthe, Frederika was true to her matriarchal nature in doting upon the younger woman.

[Lico]

The onslaught of the two giantesses just kept going, and poor Iris was way out of her league to even think about keeping up with her captors. What looked like a warming up for both Frederika and Ianthe was clearly already sending the rainbow haired girl to the heights of pleasure, something she didn't even know was possible a few minutes ago.

At this rate, Iris felt that a climax was just only a matter of time even if she tried to hold herself back. She did, but it's clear that her effort would just simply be crushed by the goddesses, quite literally. Her moaning was getting louder and more frequent, while her trapped form was spasming cutely between her opponents', almost as if she's having mini orgasms every few seconds and so. Her mind already going blank and the longer she's wriggling around against Frederika and Ianthe, the further she's falling under their spells.

"O-oohh... f-fwaahh... I... hnnng...!"

[SeptaX1]

Her squirming struggle was so cute in the eyes of the giants that captivated her. Yet, perhaps a edging thought orbited the minds of Ianthe and Frida alike. So close was their subject to her first burst of sweet nectar. However, both women thought it may have been too premature for Iris to be climaxing at this stage even as they had been ruthlessly rubbing her down. It was evident in Iris's moans that the poor girl was close, her pussy was dripping wet drops onto the floor.

Even then, she was not ready to hatch in their eyes, and in a sudden twist their rubbing slowed. Iris could catch her breath, released or starved from the power grinds of both amazons and allowed some form of recovery, albeit still remaining firmly in the grasp of the titans. Frida couldn't help but move her hand to scruff Iris's head, pampering the young busty lady while Ianthe watched on in amusement as well as anticipation. It would lull her into a false sense of hope, that the two juggernauts seemed to slow down to catch their breath. Yet, in reality they were only preparing for a greater reckoning.