Love Until the Bitter End - Ishtar vs Malika (D) - Caged Hentai KO

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Match Type: Empress's Enclosure (Hentai KO in a Cage)

Rules: The match takes place in a large steel cage. The match will not end until one fighter is physically unable to continue. This can only be achieved by knocking your opponent out via hentai moves or repeated orgasms. Submission/Surrender will not be accepted. No disqualifications, no holds barred, anything goes. The loser of the match must crown the winner as the Empress of Eroticism.

Stipulations: Both wrestlers have consumed a bottle of powerful aphrodisiac

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Surreal was the only word accurate enough to describe how Malika felt about the events that had just transpired. The self declared Empress had made her first appearance in the fabled arena by delivering a rousing speech to sway the masses, followed by a coronation ceremony to serve as the climax to her grand entrance into LAW, only to have it interrupted by one who fared herself a goddess. Only moments ago, Malika had divulged her disgust for those who graced the ring as false prophets and deities of love, only to have herself challenged by one. The irony would have been amusing, if it wasn't so insulting.

The nature of Ishtar's interruption was still a mystery. The circumstances were almost too perfect, as if those who wielded power in this league knew that a clash between these two love icons would yield a spectacle like no other. One thing was for sure however, despite all of Malika's professed doubt, Ishtar certainly had all the makings of a goddess.

Every sense was sent ablaze by her mere proximity. Malika's eyes feasted on Ishtar's blaring beauty. her smooth caramel complexion radiating through the thin coat of oil that layered her skin. Malika's tastebuds were still tingling from the saccharine aphrodisiac, a sweetness she had never tasted before tonight. Then there was that smell, that heavenly smell that clouded the cage with it's euphoric aroma. Any sensible woman would have no choice but to acknowledge this challenger as nothing but a goddess. But not Malika, for the overwhelming strength of her vanity demanded that to be proved only in sexual combat.

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And so they stood, center ring with Malika's eyes down upon the goddess's and Ishtar's up at the Empresses', eager to do battle. The small referee girl stood in the middle of it all, her uneasy and slightly confused expression in stark contrast with the steady gaze the two combatants now shared. Nonetheless, her job description for tonight all of a sudden become much more complex. Containing such monumental forces of love would surely be no easy task.

With the cage now descended from the rafters, all opportunities of retreat were now sealed off for both fighters, not that either of them would have taken it. The referee raised her hand before slicing it between the two combatants with a sharp squeak of the word FIGHT, followed by three loud rings from the opening bell. It was official, they were to make love until the bitter end!

But Ishtar's ability to love wasn't the only thing Malika was eager to gauge tonight. Her opponent had taken quite the risk stepping into the ring, given the glaring size difference between the two, and the Empress was eager to press her advantage. "Come Ishtar, you have shown that you can dance like a deity, but can you fight like one too? Surely, you possess the strength of a goddess... do you not?" Malika goaded, lifting her hands up into the air for Ishtar to lock onto in a test of strength!

The question wasn't who would ultimately come out on top, since Malika was confident she'd have the smaller girl crumpling within seconds. Malika intended to humiliate the woman, and show the packed arena just how fruitless an endeavor stepping in the cage with her would be. The question was simply whether or not Ishtar would oblige Malika's seemingly impossible challenge...

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As the cage descended and locked her in with the giantess Ishtar couldn't help but feel a little.bit of misgiving. She came out tonight to challenge this Empress, to test whether she was worthy of being called her title. She knew there was a significant physical difference between her and Malika, but seeing it up close like this made her feel very small. In this conflict between man and divine Malika looked more divine than Ishtar. Still, there was no backing down at this point from any challenge Malika offered.

And of course the first thing the Empress asked for was a test of strength. Ishtar sighed, giving Malika a withering look. Wordlessly she stepped forward and locked her fingers with Malika's to accept the challenge. She knew this was a contest she was going to lose, but she was curious as to just how big the physical distance between them really was.

"I'm a goddess of love, not a deity of war," Ishtar said before she started pushing, "So please excuse me if physical strength isn't really my strong suit."

Ishtar would begin pushing, driving her strength forward, knowing that whatever power she could muster would be easily absorbed my Malika's overwhelming physicality. That was fine, as the goddess had other plans. After a moment of such pushing, the goddess would suddenly push her hands outwards, stepping in and mashing the front of her body against Malika's, using her oiled front to grind in against Malika's hard form to give her a sexy full-body massage! "This is the kind of test I prefer!" Ishtar said, using the full-body grind to start wearing down on Malika's will!

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Malika's eyes lit up with glee as Ishtar accepted the challenge and meshed her fingers with hers, despite the fact that the goddess had just given her an understandably scornful look. It was a test that would serve no other purpose than to prove the obvious, that Malika carried the undeniable physical advantage. But that didn't make the opportunity to emphasize this fact any less appealing to the Empress.

The test of strength was a benign, albeit amusing event for Malika. Ishtar seemed to give a half-hearted effort, fully aware of how futile and impracticable it would be to waste her energy on such a task. Malika barely pushed back with any pressure of her own, instead choosing to stand unwavering with a satisfied smirk on her face as she stared down at her opponent.

"Hah! You see Ishtar, delicacy is no virtue. There is no room for weakness in the battlefield of love!" Malika chided as Ishtar's grip began to waver. While the difference in strength was obvious, the difference in philosophy was perhaps even more so. Ishtar personified an entity worthy of worship, one that was in tune with the sanctity of love. Malika preferred to embrace love only as a weapon. In the mind of the Empress, sexuality was a source of power unlike any other, one that she alone was destined to wield with unquestionable authority!

Distracted by her patronizing assessment of the girl, Malika failed to catch the sudden shift in momentum before it was too late. Ishtar quickly spread out her arms to either side, closing the gap that had once separated them by transforming the test of strength into one of will! Malika let out a huff of warm air as Ishtar's body crashed into hers, before giving way to a hot full body massage! "Mmmhm! Yes..." Malika murmured as her smooth skin was embraced by Ishtar's honey-coated body. The goddess's oily sheen began to rub off onto the Empress as well, infusing aphrodisiacs directly into the bloodstream with every rub. But the attack only left Malika wanting more!

"A test that you are destined to fail I'm afraid" Malika dismissed before unleashing a powerful body grind of her own! Her attack begun by slicing her body downwards, bringing her chest into harsh contact along the length of Ishtar's exposed torso. Malika accentuated the attack by foregoing her grip on Ishtar's fingers all together, instead deciding to wrap her arms around her opponent's waist before thrusting inwards and upwards to force Ishtar tighter into her embrace. This would serve to elevate Ishtar high enough so that her breasts would be forced to meet their superiors, while also leaving the goddess vulnerable in the bearhug position.

While Ishtar packed a bosom worthy of praise, there was simply no denying the Empresses' superior mounds. The upwards grind was perhaps even more abrasive, as Malika pressed her body forward with surging strength to ensure that every inch of her skin would meet Ishtar's. Her breasts became weapons in their own right, slapping into Ishtar's cheeks on the downward grind, and mashing with forwards momentum into Ishtar's boobs on the upswing. Malika pressed forward as she grinded, slowly trying to force the action away from the center of the ring and against the ropes where Ishtar could be pinned down and exposed to Malika's full strength!

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Despite walking into a match where she was literally going up against an opponent twice her size, Ishtar did not appreciate being physically bullied by her opponent. The goddess pouted as Malika pushed her around like she was a little girl. She didn't try to contest her opponent's strength, quickly switching into a contest where she felt like she had more of an advantage. Her oiled skin glided across Malika's hard muscles, her softness melding into Malika's hard ridges, feeling them scrape into her body and skin as she rubbed up and down to arouse and distract the so-called Empress. It worked, in the sense that it got Malika feeling all hot and bothered. Ishtar could tell how excited Malika felt from the subtle changes in her muscles, the shift in their hardness, the flushing of her skin and the quickening of her heartbeat.

But her opponent didn't quite react in the way she expected. Malika suddenly bore down upon her with her full body, muscles all tightening as she pressed in and ground down, pushing deep into Ishtar's softer form. Her powerful arms wrapped around the goddess's slim waist, squeezing in tight and crushing her against that rock-hard body, pulling her up and forcing the goddess to grind against the full length of Malika's abs as she was brought all the way up to face off against her tit-to-tit!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuugh!" Ishtar couldn't help but let out a long moan. The sensation of grinding against Malika's body was incredible, every inch of her curves was being totally dominated by the empress's impressive physique. Malika didn't stop with just pulling Ishtar up, she then slid her down, forcing the goddess's breasts to mash again deep into Malika's chest, feeling those huge form breasts crush her own on the way down, before scraping against those tough abs once more. The sensation was incredible, more than enough to drive the goddess wild as she got manhandled by the Empress!

Ishtar didn't even notice she was being backed up against the ropes until it was too late. She let out another gasp when she felt herself getting pinned up against the ropes with no more room to retreat. The goddess could only take the deep body grind, moaning as Malika flattened her against the walls of the cage and ground her body and will into oblivion!

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If she wasn't so distracted by the waves of carnal pleasure, Malika might've laughed at her opponent's folly. For the smaller opponent to possibly think her body stood any chance against the heavyweight's must've have meant that she was either completely unaware of her own disadvantage, or perhaps more likely, too overcome in her pursuit for pleasure to care. Either way, there was no denying that while Ishtar may have initiated the body grind, it was the Empress who now dictated it's pace.

Malika bore into Ishtar with unrelenting pressure, grating her chiseled abs into the soft, plush form of her opponent. They collided with the ropes like a battering ram, with Malika surging forward enough to stretch the ropes to their limits and ram Ishtar's back against the cage. The opposing elasticity of the ropes provided an additional challenge, but even that wasn't enough to deter Malika's strength as she continued to press her opponent's deeper and deeper into the cage. Layers upon layer of golden muscles scraped against Ishtar's belly and tits, the rough cage surface undoubtably adding another element of coarseness on the poor goddess's back.

"Mmmmhm! Your body feels so soft against mine Ishtar! I can feel the warmth radiating from all this friction... still, I yearn for even more of your body's heat! " Malika's accented voiced boomed over the roar of the crowd as her arms coiled into an even tighter embrace around Ishtar's waist. Malika took two steps back away from the ropes, clasping her fingers together behind her opponent's back to eliminate the possibility of escape. "Goddess! Prepare to meet the heavens!" The Empress declared as she transitioned her hold into a full on bearhug! Malika's arms surged upwards, elevating Ishtar high into the air with a single thrust. Ishtar's toes would be forced to dangle several feet off the mat, her back arched by the steadily increasing pressure on her spine.

Though the rules of the match required no such discretion, Malika made sure to exercise some caution in this hold. She knew she could cause some serious damage if she wanted to, but her intent wasn't to destroy her new toy before she'd even had a chance to play with it! Rather Malika used the bearhug as means to heighten her embrace even further, allowing her body to slowly envelop Ishtar's in a crushing mix of abs, tits, and muscles. The grinding would resume with even more prowess and vigor then before as Malika added her arms into the mix. Using her hold on Ishtar, Malika began to jerk the girl violently up and down in sync with the back and forth thrusts of her abdomen. The seismic movements would force the belly dancer's entire body to be grated against Malika's rock hard form!

Once Malika had successfully trapped Ishtar in the hold, the goddess's breasts would finally be at her eye-level. With only a few inches separating her face from the divine tits, it was unbecoming of the Empress not to indulge herself. With another burst of pressure, Malika brought Ishtar even tighter into the bearhug, allowing her face to ram straight between the girl's cleavage! Ishtar's bosom was every bit as warm and comforting as she imagined. The woman's sweet musk consumed her senses as Malika rubbed her face between the luscious boobs. Her soft lips suckled Ishtar's skin, tongue absorbing the enchanting taste of her opponent's shiny mounds.

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Malika was right in that Ishtar was too caught up in her pursuit of love to care about her physical disadvantages in this fight. Perhaps she should have been more wary, as Malika pinned her against the cage wall, rubbing and grinding down upon her softer body, crushing her with the most erotic muscled massage the goddess had ever felt! Her eyes were rolling back in her head from the incredibly pleasure, her limbs completely weak and limp, her body molding against her opponent's hard muscles and proving zero resistance as her very will was ground into dust.

"Hrrrrrrrnnnnngggghhhh!" Ishtar moaned as Malika ground in even deeper, using the ropes and the cage as leverage to further crush Ishtar. She could not speak at all to respond to Malika's challenge. Her toes curled as the Empress hugged her tight and lifted her fully off the ground, dragging her body upwards as she was secured in Malika's crushing bearhug! Pain mixed with pleasure as Ishtar got completely crushed, her back arching from the additional pressure, intense pleasure shooting through her body as the grinding between their bodies only increased.

"Ugh! Unh! Ugh! Unh!" Ishtar moaned as Malika jerked her up and down, bouncing her in her grip. Though this wasn't the typical way it was done, to the goddess it felt like her body was getting utterly ravished, pounded, and fucked deep by the physically dominant woman. Ishtar's grunts soon became moans of pleasure as her body got totally dominated, the goddess losing herself in the sensations from Malika's boundless love!

Malika pulled Ishtar all the way up her body, grinding deep the whole way, until they were face to face and eye to eye. Despite her painful and desperate situation, Ishtar still had nothing but love in her eyes. "Uuuuuuuuuuuugh!" Ishtar moaned as Malika tightened the hold once more, crushing Ishtar in close and burying her face in between the goddess's breasts. Ishtar gasped and moaned as Malika worshipped her breasts, back arching as she threw her head back and pushed her chest forward, giving Malika as much of her boobs as the Empress could take!

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The soft, squishy, malleable body of her opponent was a treat Malika rarely got to ingratiated herself with. Her time before LAW had seen her facing off against women of similar builds to her own, where abs of chiseled steel clashed and sparked beneath the dim lights of the underground arenas. While Ishtar was aptly athletic in her own right, there was just no comparing the mass of muscles Malika adorned to the toned curves of her opponent. Like a body sculpted from diamonds, Malika's physique was simply order of magnitudes superior in both strength and hardness.

The tumultuous gyrations of their bodies rubbing against each other were enough to make the entire ring tremble beneath her feet. In contrast to the loud cries of pleasure from her opponent, Malika's soft moans were contained to within the mass of Ishtar's boobs, but the goddess would surely be able to feel the soft vibrations of the Empress's lips as she hummed in delight.

And she had every reason to as well. The massage was perhaps the most electric she had ever received, with the aphrodisiacs undoubtably playing no small part in heightening her body's senses. Every inch of skin gorged on that of Ishtar's, feasting on the flaccid flesh with each new wave of rubbing and grinding that Malika brought forth. Ishtar even had the wherewithal to offer up her boobs in divine sacrifice, a gift warmly received by the Empress as she willing suffocated herself between the globes of the goddess. Her suckling transformed into all out splurging as she opened her mouth with unhinged hunger, sucking the sides of Ishtar's breasts into her mouth while within the intimate hold.

With her mouth and nose still dipped deep within the woman's bosom, the Empress shifted her head upwards to observe her prey in their violent embrace. There was no denying the endless sea of love that shone bright as ever within the goddess's deep brown eyes, unfazed by the torturous capabilities Malika possessed within those teeming muscles. The sight was enough to make Malika's nipples harden with newfound delight, the erect nubs now joining the fight as they protruded from beneath their clothed barriers and raked the tender skin of her opponent.

Lust and tonic fueled the bearhug for far longer than humanely possibly, but it was clear to all in the audience that the two woman in the cage possessed abilities far beyond mortal confines. But even Malika's overwhelming prowess wasn't enough to stave off the realities of such a position, primarily the steady replacing of oxygen into her body with that of her opponent's sweet aroma. Too enamored by her opponent's boobs to simply relieve herself of them, Malika knew that a change of position was required lest she find herself succumbing to their suffocating embrace.

With her eyes still locked onto Ishtar's, Malika finally transformed her bearhug into a hold of unfathomable strength. A surge of spine shattering power channeled through Malika's muscles and into Ishtar's body, molding the two woman so close together that they were practically one being. The display would be as terrifying as it was brief, as Malika would immediately set about devolving Ishtar's heavenly elevation down into the hellish depths of the mat. After thrusting Ishtar to her highest and tightest extent yet, Malika would suddenly twist their amalgamated bodies to the side before plummeting down into the canvas with an earth-splitting body-slam!

The full brunt of Malika's body would drive straight down into her opponent's much smaller form, crushing her beneath the girth of the heavyweight Empress. If successful, the maneuver would be pulled of with as much precision as power, for Malika's face would still be buried within Ishtar's tits all throughout the slam! While on the mat, Malika lifted her nose just enough to breath, her mouth left to splurge on the bulbous orbs while her eyes locked onto those of her opponent's. The change in position opened up a whole new world of possibilities as Malika resumed her grind with unquestionable hegemony, the added force of gravity now aiding in her desire to mince her opponent to dust on the mat!

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Though Ishtar was a goddess, her body still had its limits, and when Malika crushed down with all her might, fully molding every bit of Ishtar's softness into her rock hard muscles the goddess was pushed to the brink. "Nghhyyyyaaaaaaa~!" Ishtar squealed as her body got flattened, every bit of her experiencing the most intense grind of her life. But even as Malika crushed her, she could still increase the intensity and flatten Ishtar even more. The goddess anticipated what was coming next, though she could do nothing to prevent it.

"Owwaaaaaahhhh-!" she screamed, right before her cry got cut off by a tremendous thud that shook the entire cage. Ishtar lay on her back with Malike crushing her from above, completely pancakes against the mats. The watching audience winced from the powerful blow. Many of them began to pity the goddess, hoping that her luscious curves hadn't been completely flattened by the merciless Empress.

But as the audience and Malike saw, Ishtar was still alive and awake. Her eyes were rolling around in her head, her mouth hanging open with drool dripping down the corners, but she was still conscious and looking like she enjoyed every moment of Malika's impossibly-powerful crushing and grinding. At least, that's what everyone heard from the moans and whimpers of pleasure coming from her mouth.

"Ohhhhh fuck Malika!" Ishtar moaned, "Crush me! Grind me! Make me feel your love!"

And Malika obliged, squashing down with all her might, tightening her muscles and grinding so deep into the goddess's body that she could feel her bones creak. Their eyes met, Ishtar's brown orbs widening as pleasure able pain flooded her body, before rolling back in her head as her back arched upwards.

"Haaaaaaah!" Ishtar moaned, "Fuuuuuuuck! You're gonna make me cum!"

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Ishtar's squeals and moans spurred on a new tingling wave of excitement all over the domineering Empress. It dawned on Malika for the very first time that perhaps her opponent was worthy of receiving her love. After all, the fact that Ishtar was able to sift through all that pain and unearth the pleasure buried deep within the grind spoke volumes of her abilities. Even the Empress found it hard to maintain her composure amidst the ruthless fucking. Her head lifted itself from between the goddess's cleavage and snuggled forward against Ishtar's cheek, eager to feel as much of the girl as physically possible. Malika was dying to explore just how much she could push the goddess!

"Your wish is my command, goddess" Malika hushed haughtily into Ishtar's ear as the rest of her body slithered into position. Her body slid effortlessly against Ishtar's, the thin coat of oil helping her to glide into perfect alignment overtop her prey. Thighs against thighs, belly against belly, and with one powerful downwards surge, breasts against breasts. Malika's magnificent pair slammed into Ishtar's, enveloping the smaller girl's breasts beneath the weight of the royal mounds.

Malika's hands grabbed onto Ishtar's wrists, stretching them far above the woman's head before pinning them down with force to the mat. She then bent in her knees to bring her legs parallel to Ishtar's, coiling her legs beneath her opponent's calf's and spreading the limbs out wide. Her significant height advantage made it difficult at first, but with some slight adjustments, Malika was soon able to trap her opponent into a full-body grapevine stretch!

Now the attack emanated from all directions at once: Malika jerked her hips upwards with powerful surges, grating her abs against Ishtar's soft stomach. She added rapid circular movements to counter the vertical gyrations, making sure all of Ishtar's skin would chafe against her abrasive scraping. The Empress's pelvis would unleash similar bursts of power, now thrusting up and down as she humped her opponent's crotch and waist with tremendous force. Taken all together, the hold would magnify Malika ability to crush her opponent to it's most potent extent yet.

But bullied beyond comprehension was Ishtar's slowly flattening tits. Malika's eyes lit up with wild desire as she pressed downwards further still, bludgeoning her opponent's boobs beneath her prized golden mammeries. Malika's nipples protruded from beneath her bra, striking with perfect precision against Ishtar's nubs and hammering them deeper into her chest. The friction was intoxicating.

But no where was their bodies more warm than between their thighs. Her womanhood leaked more and more with each hump into Ishtar's crotch. Malika couldn't help but release quite moans of her own as she continued to jack hammer her opponent's entire body into the mat. With the canvas sunken in as far as it could bear, soon all that would be visible of Ishtar would be her arms and legs protruding beneath the Empress!

"Oh yeees Ishtar! I will make you cum! Again... and Again... and AGAIN! Cum for me Ishtar - fill this cage to the brim with your heavenly nectar!"

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Ishtar couldn't help but let out a whimper as Malika lined her body up and prepared to completely destroy her. Never before had the goddess been so physically dominated, her body was simply no match for Malika's in terms of strength and musculature (though even at this point she believed her body to be more erotic than Malika's) and there was no escape from underneath the empress's clutches. All she could do was take the full brunt of Malika's crushing grind, driven wild by agonizing lust, her mind and body totally submitting to the overwhelming power of the woman utterly dominating her.

Haaaaaah! AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Ishtar couldn't even form words anymore as Malika ground down with every inch of her body. The goddess thought she knew all about body contact, but Malika was teaching her quite a bit. Things like grinding together abs, tits, hips, those the goddess was familiar with. But deep thigh grinds? Bicep rubbing? The goddess had not even considered those to be erogenous zones. And yet now all she could feel was intense friction and unbelievable pleasure as Malika pressured every inch of her body, squashing her flat in such a erotic fashion!

"Hrrrrrrrrgh!" the goddess moaned as Malika's grind increased. Her proud bust got completely flattened underneath Malika's impossible weight, while her body got fully stretched out as Malika extended her limbs out to a full grapevine. The agonizing mix of pain and pleasure simply drove Ishtar wild, her wetness practically squirting out with each crushing movement. Ishtar felt Malika's juices drip onto her sex, mixing with her own, pooling underneath them as the Empress relentlessly humped her exposed and vulnerable body.

Finally the goddess came. The sounds she made were muffled by Malika's body, but everyone could tell that underneath the massive muscles woman the goddess was busy cumming her brains out. From between her legs a massive gout of sex juices shot out, the powerful spray coating the mats and the insides of Malika's thighs. The audience watched in awe as the sex juices kept coming. It looked almost as if Malika's relentless crushing had completely flattened the goddess, and now she was squeezing out every droplet of moisture from the goddess's body. The audience began to worry that afterwards, when Malika finally lifted up, whether the goddess would be flattened and pancakes against the mats.

Ishtar was still awake even after cumming like that, the goddess lost in her own world of lust. "So... Much... Love!" she gasped from underneath Malika, "I accept... Your offering..."