Abs-o-Lutte Domination: Yahagi Fujimoto vs Bianca Jean Miller

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Belly to Belly Special Cage Match
Opponent must be made to orgasm, submit, and pass out.
Opponents must be pressed belly to belly for each of these.
No groping, fingering, or "dirty" fighting except when used defensively.
Both opponents are nude.
There are four handcuffs on each wall of the cage that trap an opponent and can be broken out of with enough force.

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A ring could be intimidating from afar like some ancient ritual site with its four corners and the long shadows they cast and the exposed square centre you wouuld soon be exposed in. A transparent glass-like cage however was even moreso. Greater in dimensions and size, it was not a site of ritual but one of torture sensual and physical, a prison for both its inhabitants where the only way out was through one another. With sixteen sets of handcuffs, it was clear that this match was going to get intense even with its various rules. That's why Yahagi, completely bare in this PVP match, was so excited.

It was functionally an iron belly battle but taken further. Not only were there the restraints within the ring but there were three points needed for victory. Yahagi's oppoenent was even a heavyweight but one who was only just big and weighty enough for the category. It wasn't quite the unfair fight people thought, herself included as she stepped into the ring, well sanded musles raw and tensed in pridefulness, hyping herself for an excitingly frictious night. Accomplished as she was with submissions and more conventional wrestling styles, Yahagi enjoyed the intimacy of a match more than anything.

A rare opportunity had presented itself and Yahagi was hardly one to miss out on a chance to grind abs-on-abs against someone she found not only attractive but also formidable. Bianca could see that as she entered the private chamber,the date to the ring open and a ponytailed beauty licking her lips and casually flaring her powerful biceps, abs, and thighs at her. Whether it was an invitation to pleasure or a promise of domination was up to her determine. Either way, the woman she was up against looked to almost be a heavyweight, just shrunk down to middleweight size with every inch of her body tight, blade-sharp, and toned to perfection.

"Rare they give me someone who could actually match me in build." Yahagi spoke as her opponent entered, smiling and smirking as she semi-cirlced to the middle of the ring. "But don't think a few extra inches means you'll be taming this tummy tonight~"

Yahagi moved to the centre, raising her arms and pushing out her abs, offering a docking of abs, waiting for her to take her hands and meet tum to tum. The match would start the second those bellies grinded.

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Though the setting for this match was quite intimidating, and the stipulations even more so, Jean felt surprisingly calm and comfortable taking part in this fight. The fit, muscled blonde stretched her fully nude body as she warmed up for this match in a glass cage, not appearing to be nervous at all. Her blue eyes were fixed on her opponent, taking measure of Yahagi as the brunette got ready for this match as well. Neither woman hid anything as they stretched their limbs and flexed their muscles, each trying to intimidate the other by showing off their builds. No words were exchanged, but both of them acknowledged the strength apparent in each other's bodies. In this contest though, only the one with the stronger body would come out on top.

After finishing her stretches, Jean walked to the center of the ring to face down Yahagi. She stood a few inches taller than her muscled opponent, and was probably a bit heavier based on that size difference alone. She didn't take Yahagi lightly though even if she was smaller. Those muscles looked dense, and in this contest that was what really mattered. "I'll tame you tonight with my strength," Jean replied, "You'll acknowledge my body as superior once we start fighting!"

Seeing her opponent start things off by challenging her to go belly to belly, Jean gladly accepted. She opened her arms, took a deep breath, and flexed her muscles. Her abs became chisled as she flexed, each ridge of her well-trained muscles on full display underneath the ring lights. Her corded arms flexed as her hands grabbed Yahagi's, big bust pushing out as she expanded her chest.

Jean stepped in, meeting her opponent's challenge head on. First their breasts made contact, Jean'd big bust smooshing against Yahagi's equally impressive if slightly smaller pair. Then their tight abs pushed against each other. Jean's abs were rock hard and tight, well defined against the surface of her belly. She thrust forward with her entire body, grinding her abs directly against Yahagi's, testing to see whether her brunette opponent would be able to take such friction against her core.

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"Superior? Maybe as bedding."

With that last taunt and a mighty flex, Yahagi's muscles contracting and expanding to turn her into a Grecian statue of sensuality and power, hands locked and the true battle of tummies kicked off. Biceps that already bulged somehow grew harder and greater in their mythic quality, thighs nearly matching them as Yahagi steadied and pushed against her, forcing their arms out as chests met mere seconds after their stomachs did.

Deep inhales and steady grip defined Yahagi's demeanor, uncaring that her breasts were smaller and her abs lacked the same width and sheer size. With her smaller breasts, she manoevred them in shifting horizontal motions, smoothing the underbreast of ther opponent, brushing her perking nips against their sensitive undersides. Yet this was but a compliment to where the real battle scraped, abraded, and burned right beneath. The one that was as succulent as it was stressful.

Jean thrusted and Yahagi grunted, her arms pushed back but her abs remained defiant, bulwarking against Jean's as she leaned forwards and almost rested her head on her opponent's shoulders. Yahagi was not a fool: the size and weight difference between them was not the greatest gulf in the wrestlng world but she knew when she was facing someone with superior strength. Yet strength was not the sole factor that won belly battle.

While Jean's position was more enviable, it came with some slight disadvantage. Yahagi was shorter with a better centre of gravity and her breasts, while not as large, were more compact and this squish let her rub them more easily into Jean's under-breasts without her forcing her own shoulders down more. Yet the abs-situation was a little tougher. Yahagi felt her own mold slightly, concaving with little grooves. She was technically not fully flexed but over-committing to a flex early on could spell problems later.

Was this the peak of Jean's abdominal hardness? She didn't know. So it was time to figure out. Shifting power to her lower body, Yahagi winked as she mimicked her motions. If Jean grinded left, Yahagi would follow, partially diminishing the frictiousness of the movement. Right, left, up, down - she was getting turned on but she broke the pattern by abruptly shifting the opposite direction. Jean went for a standard grind, Yahagi went for abrupt "slices", sharply scraping left and right. It meant she didn't full flex or press at max power but that wasn't the point - she wanted to arouse that tummy, lay trails of sensual fire, using quick scrubs to tease and excite.

If she felt her oppoennt's abs starting to tense, her own holding resolutely with their taut, half-dome shape, she'd pepper it with little belly taps to arouse. Not the tense electrifying arousal of a tight scrub but little enticing kisses. She'd disconnect for a blink of a second, snap forward with a light slap, then rub and rub in those quick slices, not committing to a sheer test of attrition just yet.

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"Hm... We'll see who winds up as bedding," Jean said as she closed the distance between them, bringing her powerful muscles to bear against the equally muscled if slightly smaller Yahagi. The contact between their bodies made Jean let out a soft breath. She always enjoyed the feeling of another strong woman, it was part of the reason she liked wrestling and judo so much. Yahagi was near the top of her list of opponents in terms of physique, which made grinding against her that much more enjoyable. Two pairs of sizable mammaries flattened against each other as Jean eagerly brought their abs into contact, pushing her hard tight muscles against Yahagi's and grinding down to see whether the brunette had the bite to back up her bark.

Yahagi held her ground, not backing down even though Jean could feel her muscles slightly softening. She smiled as she pressed her advantage. The smaller brunette met her strength with skill, refusing to push in directly, but rather moving around as they grinded together, bouncing small pushes against Jean's tough abs, going with Jean's motion and refusing to grind in the opposite direction to really test her body. This was ok for the bigger blonde though, as it meant that she could dictate the pace and direction of their fight.

"Hmmm... You're being such a tease," Jean said as she felt Yahagi's small pushes pepper her tummy. None of those attacks had any real effect on Jean, as they simply bounced off her ironclad muscles. She figured that without more pressure Yahagi wouldn't face her directly and would instead keep this up. So Jean had the make the next move as well and up the stakes.

The blonde released Yahagi's hands, arms diving down to grab the smaller girl around her waist. "No more running around," Jean said, "You've got me feeling all excited!" With that, the bigger blonde would squeeze down, pulling Yahagi in to a tight belly-to-belly bearhug! Jean would simultaneously tighten her abs, forcing Yahagi into an almost painful grind, her tummy turning into a washboard that she rubbed along the whole length of Yahagi's own tight tummy in an attempt to crush her muscles!

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"Maybe you're just thick in the head and all the right places~" Yahagi teased. "Or the catch is better than the chase is it?"

Jean was good. She kept her composure well but she wondered what she was thinking behind that tough, hard exterior. Normally such hard muscles would be more sensitive especially when flexed but the living dreadnought woman wanted more than little sensual kisses from abs on abs. Yahagi would keep teasing, her nipples pressing against the underside of her opponent's tits, even ripping against the skin of her ribcage, while she angled her breasts upwards to "lift" and wobble those breasts atop her own.

Yet this was an offence that did not last long. Jean had the strength to be a very blunt woman and Yahagi was in too deep to merely be able to keep it up. The release of her arms caused Yahagi to stumble forward, her abs mushing against Jean's as the stumbled. Her balance was off but her reflexes were not. Like the fangs of a beartrap, Jean's arms snapped shut but they found desperate, tensed resistance. Yahagi's hands were slammed against by her oppoennt's elbows, gradually closing tighter and tighter as she thrusted and pressed forward, grinning as she rubbed up against Jean, licking across her neck.

"You're going to enjoy the next part..." She spoke in strain and in focus, her strength finally overwhlemed. Yahagi's abs, already scrubbing up her opponent's, were then swallowed by their strength. Her own abs tightened reflexively, half molding in place and half expanding in turn. Her whole abdomen felt compressed but beneath the pain, there was always a pleasure most pure.

The sense of meat crushing to meat, a kiss of desire and want and a battle of strength and endurance. The latter were in greater number in her opponent's grasp, Yahagi struggling to avoid those abs from completely conquering her own before like a bar of soap she was scrubbed across those abs. Yahagi's arms clutched at her opponent's elbows, thumbs digging into the inner section of each but her grip shook as her head and ponytail whipiped back. Electrifying pleasure erupted between them like striking matchstricks, the rough scrape of muscles on muscles causing Yahagi's to quiver and harden from pleasure, nips turning impressively hard and harder still with each grind.

Her legs shook, feet curling, but Yahagi was not tamed so easily. A plan she had used many times was formulated and in the blink of a moment put into action.

Yahagi took a deep breath, her belly filling with space, air, and strength. Her arms shot forward, wrapping around the back of Jean's neck as her lips rammed into hers, attempting to force them open in a kiss, perking nips leading the charge of her dense breasts smushing into the blonde's. With sheer arousal she intended to overwhelm and distract her. With muscled legs, her own beastly trap swung shut. Yet Yahagi was not attempting merely to crush.

Part of the crushing grip of muscled thighs squeezing Jean's body was to still the grind. Yet the feet that clamped and crossed under her rump, anchored against it, were her intended escape. Sucking in a bit more air through her nostrils, fighting her peaking arousal, Yahagi used her muscular thighs to pull herself down, raising her arms as she tensed with a spike of muscular hardness! For a brief moment her abs would be near the threshold of hardness, a slow and frictious grind with little sweat to smooth it down as she grinded hard and aggressively down her opponent's abs, hoping to stun her with sheer pleasure!

If it worked, rather than falling back she would attempt to grab her foot and yank it backwards, hoping to make Jean collapse onto her back before wrapping those same thighs around the meatiest part of her thigh! She'd squeeze, she'd grind, she'd make the leg feel frictous pleasure and crushing pain in equal measure, strething and bending it out by the ankle under her armpit.

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As she hugged Yahagi Jean could feel her opponent tightening to meet her, the grind between their bellies intensifying as both women's abs met head to head. This was what Jean wanted.and expected from her opponent. No more running around, no more teasing or games. It was just muscle to muscle, body to body grinding. The blonde smiled as she pushed in, arching her own back as she squeezed her opponent to increase the pressure. She was definitely getting aroused from all this hot contact, though Jean let the arousal fuel her and drive her onwards, using it as motivation to keep on crushing her body against Yahagi's to overwhelm the smaller woman.

Yahagi fought back with tenacity, her arms grabbing at Jean's to try and pry them off to no avail, her body tightening and abs hardening to grind against Jean's so sensually as well. It was enough to make the bigger blonde let out a soft breath as she felt their bodies push in such hot contact. Their nipples both hardened into sharp nubs pushing into each other's breasts, digging in and drawing lines with each movement they made. The more Yahagi struggled, the more Jean tightened the hold, enjoying the feeling of domination over her muscles opponent.

But it was not to last, as Yahagi began her counterattack. "Mmm!" Jean moaned as Yahagi grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down into a tight kiss. That distraction proved enough for Yahagi to leap up, snapping her legs around Jean's waist. The sudden weight forced Jean to lean forward, giving Yahagi a chance to grind down with all her muscles at once against the blonde, eliciting another long moan. The pressure made Jean's knees buckle, unable to hold both their weights while being ground upon so sensually. She fell to her knees, then got forced to roll onto her back when Yahagi pulled on her leg and twisted to make her fall over.

"Mmmmmm!" Jean moaned as she felt Yahagi's wrap around her thigh, feeling her squeezing down on her leg muscles. It felt incredibly pleasurable, making her muscles tense in response. The smaller girl gained dominance over the bigger blonde as she lay on her back, feeling Yahagi's hard jutting muscles grind into hers so sensually that all she could do was moan and enjoy it!

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Yahagi was infamous for her abs and the immense pride she carried in them, flaunting them to opponents often without even a slight hint of provocation. For once in LAW, she recognized the sheer superiority anothers held over her own yet Yahagi's pride was not solely foused on that. Both her arms and legs were only a little less impressive but she demonstrated impressive skill with the latter. Taught by many capable women, she had worked them into masterpieces of sleek muscle and now, she was going to demonstrate that to Jean.

For Jean, it was like having a very rough, frictious towel squeezed and tied tight around the meatiest part of her thigh then scraped back and forth. Some women would be tempted to brush her crotch or turn it into a trib but that was not Yahagi's style. A part of her wanted to flex back, figuratively and literally, on Jean by showing that her muscles were perhaps even more impressive in some cases. The more rational part of her mind figured that the bigger they were, the harder they fell - take a heavyweight out by taking out their legs.

A just as important, more immediate part of her mind hwoever wanted to feel that hard blonde's meat trapped between her own. To scrape as if attempting to reduce her thighs to a fraction of their thick size, enjoying the way all that packed muscle tensed and bent under the warm and steamy pressure of her clenching thighs. The way Jean made such wonderful music, complimented by subtle sighs of pleasure from her Japanese opponent, only pushed Yahagi to scrape and rub, harder and harder to the point some might think she was humping her opponent's leg.

There was an artistry to this as much as there was to belly grinding, not just grinding at max power but sometimes softening her thighs to lick and smooth them across punished muscles at key occasions. That would tint the pain and frictious pleasure with a tingling, seductive softness as if soothing soreness. Then she'd revert to a crushing squeeze, rolling her thigh in place back and forth, rubbing it in where it hurt. She would then tighten her grip with both hands on Jean's ankle, pulling the leg up as she redoubled her leg-scissor, scraping the thigh excruciatingly and pleasurably slow between them.

"I can keep going... or maybe you like this more than you want to admit~" She teased. She'd felt her immense strength - she didn't want another bearhug. Just a little longer and she'd give Jean a taste of what her own abs could do.

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With her leg trapped between Yahagi's, Jean could tell the smaller muscled woman wanted to use this advantage to really squeeze down on her thighs. Those two powerful legs crushed her own, rubbing back and forth against her muscles, forcing them to tense up and harden so as to be not squeezed into putty. It sent shivers up Jean's spine, a mixture of pain and pleasure, making her moan softly into their mutual kiss. Yahagi broke the kiss after a long moment of squeezing and dominating the blonde, pulling back to taunt her as she repositioned to continue her leg squeezing.

"Nnngh... No wait what are you doing?" Jean gasped as Yahagi got up and grabbed her ankle, lifting up her trapped leg to get better leverage. "Oooohhhhh!" she let out a long moan, gasping out in pleasure and pain as she felt Yahagi's thighs scissor down hard, muscles crushing against her own and forcing her leg to flex taut to prevent from getting crushed!

Though Jean was getting squeezed hard, she was far from out of this fight. Gritting her teeth, the powerful blonde sat up, pushing onto her elbows as she reached to grab Yahagi. "I won't let you continue!" she said, as she wrapped her arms around Yahagi's waist and began to squeeze hard herself, hoping to crush the smaller woman and distract her with some hot body to body grinding and make her release her trapped leg!

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With her leg trapped between Yahagi's, Jean could tell the smaller muscled woman wanted to use this advantage to really squeeze down on her thighs. Those two powerful legs crushed her own, rubbing back and forth against her muscles, forcing them to tense up and harden so as to be not squeezed into putty. It sent shivers up Jean's spine, a mixture of pain and pleasure, making her moan softly into their mutual kiss. Yahagi broke the kiss after a long moment of squeezing and dominating the blonde, pulling back to taunt her as she repositioned to continue her leg squeezing.

"Nnngh... No wait what are you doing?" Jean gasped as Yahagi got up and grabbed her ankle, lifting up her trapped leg to get better leverage. "Oooohhhhh!" she let out a long moan, gasping out in pleasure and pain as she felt Yahagi's thighs scissor down hard, muscles crushing against her own and forcing her leg to flex taut to prevent from getting crushed!

Though Jean was getting squeezed hard, she was far from out of this fight. Gritting her teeth, the powerful blonde sat up, pushing onto her elbows as she reached to grab Yahagi. "I won't let you continue!" she said, as she wrapped her arms around Yahagi's waist and began to squeeze hard herself, hoping to crush the smaller woman and distract her with some hot body to body grinding and make her release her trapped leg!

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Yahagi had to admit she felt especially prideful in the way her muscled thighs worked wonders on Jean. In spite of the way the blonde dwarfed her, it seemed that she did not take as many leg days as Yahagi did. Her muscles strained as they were stretched and squeezed, the ovular curve of Yahagi's thighs at their thickest proving themselves superior. Where Jean was thick, Yahagi's were denser and the former's thigh-flesh dimpled against the imperious press, parting and molding against the wake of the scrubbing rubs. It was frictious enough to hurt but any pain was mixed in with the loving warmth and arousal of such a hearty, dilligent scrub.

She just needed to tilt her head forward and Jean would see Yahagi almost getting off to the feeling, thigh-meat rubbing around her flower. Her motions went from rough and rhythmic to flowing. Like a snake putting on a dance, still coiled around its play, her body undulated and waved against an invisible current. Her rump rubbed against the thigh, breasts rubbing the ankle area trapped between them, tongue working down the length of the leg how it could. Any eye contact was repaid in full, Yahagi licking her lips, waiting for when she felt the leg would be weakened enough and her titanic quarry easy prey.

In a flash of a second, everything changed. Jean's whole body swung upwards. Somehow muscling through the pain, her arms shot forth and Yahagi wrapped tight around that leg was slow on the uptake. The shock stunned her for a blink of a moment but that was a wide enough window of opportunity for the blonde. Yahagi reacted as her arms shot forward, releasing her thigh as she attempted to kick off of the mat and slide herself backwards. This time, her own hands were not fast enough. Their fingers sunk into her elbows as if trying to press some switch to unlock the tight, sensual squeeze that had captured her with ease.

What a squeeze it was. Yahagi had a short taste of it earlier, able to hold Jean at bay by mere millimetres at best. Yet now it was a battle based on pure power and if Yahagi was a wellspring, Jean was a country-spanning aquifer system. Her muscles flexed, strength rippling across her body as tantalizing flesh turned into strength and steel. Releasing Jean's leg let them wrap around her opponent's torso, steely sword-sharp thigh muscle clenching her sides as she attempted to squeeze back however possible. Yet it was far from an ironclad defence. Yahagi felt like she was holding on for dear life against a mighty wave, one that scrubbed, scraped, and smoothed her sensitive body. Rolling rubs bombarded and carpeted her belly with warmth and friction in tightly intimate presses, her muscles not bending fully and still full of tension. Not all of it was from her flexing alone as the constant flesh-to-flesh aroused her own into hardness faster than she could control.

She needed to escape fast. Jean was probably not going to fall for the same trick twice. Shifting her legs amidst an ambiguously pained moan, Yahagi's legs clenched and she thrusted her crotch forward, trying to rub against that of her opponent. Her arms wrapped over the back of her opponent's neck as her hard-perked tits battered into hers, leaning her shoulders back however much she would to slap them to and fro. If squeezed closer, she'd try to angle her nips to ram her opponent's, suckling and nipping on their neck to hold her composure and moan into their flesh, hoping to overwhelm them with hardening body and sensual affection alike!