Sun and Thunder: Adonis Sol vs Storm MacIntosh

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This was a travesty. At least, as far as little Lyssa was concerned. Taking the full-bodied, fat-assed, BARE-assed stinkface from this psychopath had been bad enough. Following it up with a heavy, lewd, and prolonged reverse facesitting? With the weight of two large wresters pushing down on her squashed face? Utter, utter torture for Lyssa.

As she suffered in the degrading smother, the damage to her dignity was soon eclipsed by the punishing lack of air. This wasn’t some cheeky humiliation move; Lyssa’s face had been disappeared beneath Adonis’ bare butt, and as the pin wore on, it was clear the big man meant to put Lyssa out entirely. He gloated about keeping her there on Storm’s say-so, which dismayed the squished bluenette yet further; whilst she knew her partner wouldn’t exactly wish this punishing position on her, she also knew Storm was stubborn enough to try and keep them in the game for far longer than was sensible. So, utterly against her will, Lyssa stayed buried in buttcrack, whilst Storm squirmed and groaned in the Torture Rack hold above.

Slowly, excruciatingly, the pressure in Lyssa’s lungs built up, her legs kicking as the dizzying headaches of oxygen deprivation began to bite. The gruelling facesit wore on, and her angry stamps of scandalised protest became weak spasms of faded suffering. Lyssa was getting knocked out, in the worst way possible, haplessly drowning in an avalanche of ass. After what felt like an age of sweaty torment, the blue-haired wrestler went limp, emphatically losing her battle with Adonis’ backside!

Lyssa sagging into unconsciousness was the signal the self-proclaimed Sun God had been waiting for, dropping the agonised Storm off of his shoulders and out of the Torture Rack.

“Gahh! Fuck!” the brunette howled as she bounced onto the mat, clutching at her spine. Her eyes were wide, hurt by the fall, although partly relieved that the bending of her back had finally ceased. Still, staying in the submission hold that long had wrought serious damage. She was shaking with pain, and although her wrestling instincts told her she needed to move, and fast, her numb legs would barely respond. Storm watched groggily as the lifeless Lyssa was unceremoniously shoved out of the ring… and Adonis turned back to her, ominous grin on his smug face.

“Oh, nonono…” Storm protested as she was dragged into the centre of the ring and then forebodingly straddled, Adonis hovering his butt above her.

“Not the bare arse, fuck, no…” she cringed as she looked up at those massive cheeks, thong still down, an unpleasant layer of sweat now shining across them courtesy of Lyssa’s lewd smothering.

This was going to fucking suck.

“Mphhh!!” Storm quivered in scandalised shock as she got a heavy, unclothed ass to her upturned face!! The Scot was no stranger to a smother, but this was a whole new level of suffering. Her nose and mouth were crushed and squashed as she was utterly enveloped in sweat-slicked ass crack!! The poor brunette groaned and moaned, pushing weakly at her opponent’s posterior in a futile attempt to escape the reverse facesit smother.

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The longer that Lyssa languished underneath Adonis, the weaker and more erratic her struggles got, until she had finally passed out, victim to Adonis' bare ass facesitting until she could finally take no more, all with her own partner being stretched over his shoulders while he did so! Once Adonis had noticed that the woman beneath him was out cold, he would drop Storm behind him, who hissed in pain as she smacked down onto the canvas, grabbing hold of her back as she writhed in pain, afforded a few moments to do so! Adonis, rather than continuing to focus on his opponent, would take a second to remove the woman who had intruded on this match in dismissive fashion, taking Lyssa in his hands and giving her a hearty shove over to the edge of the ring, pushing her underneath the ropes and onto the outside, where she landed with a dull thud!

But that meant that as Adonis turned around, there was nothing left to split his attention between, as only him and Storm were left in the ring, and Storm was quite far from any sort of shape that would let her fight back! Adonis moved quickly, for as big as he was, crossing back over to where the brunette lay and dragging her to the center of the ring, forcing her to assume the same spot that Lyssa had just been in, before Adonis would drop down onto his knees, swinging one over Storm's head! He'd position himself directly above her, with his bare, massive ass just barely hovering over her face!

"Oh yes, completely bare... you get the privilege to have such an intimate way to worship this godly physique!" Adonis said with a sneer, letting Storm soak in her position for a few moments longer! And then finally, with little more fanfare, he would drop his bare ass down and bury Storm's face between his cheeks, completely submerging her in his rear end!

"Don't feel too bad. You could have never won against a god like myself, and bringing in help wouldn't change that! This is your rightful place, beneath me, worshipping this godly body. So enjoy it Storm!" Adonis' tirade was just as self-centered and aggrandizing as one would expect, but the masked man meant every word of it, grinding his hips side to side, rolling his ass against Storm's face, squishing her pretty features with his cheeks! He let her stay there for quite some time, buried in his bare buttcrack, all the way up until it seemed like she was going to go out cold, before rising up off of her just a smidge, enough to let her face come free from his cheeks, and allow her to speak! And he had something he wanted to hear!

"Say it." His command was simple, but Storm would know what he meant! This was an "I quit" match after all, and there was only one thing that was going to save Storm from being buried in ass once more! The only question was, had she finally had enough to submit to him, and cap off a highly humiliating beatdown courtesy of the masked man?

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There was taking an ass, and then there was taking Adonis’s ass. This was another level of smothering, crushing, breath-taking, soul-destroying facesit for the hapless wrestler on the receiving end. Poor, beleaguered Storm could barely cope with this latest ordeal; flat on her back, there was just so MUCH booty being shoved in her face. Naked, musky and sweat-slicked, Storm’s once-pretty features were getting pulverised beneath her opponent’s dominating derriere. She gave muffled shrieks of dismay, and her limbs twitched in revolted protest, but her aching and abused body had no chance of battling out from under such overwhelming weight, and she languished helplessly in the dark prison.

She was wedged firm in the hellish reverse facesit, and seemingly for the long run, as Adonis drew out the degrading treatment. The nutcase was muttering something about worshipping his ‘godly’ body… did he actually believe any of that crap? Because this was emphatically not enjoyable for Storm! In fact, her humiliation would slowly curdle into panic, as the gruelling face-full of booty wore on; her lungs began to tingle and then sting, at the first punishing signs of forced air-deprivation. She knew Lyssa would be in no state to rescue her again; the blue-haired girl was a crumpled, unconscious mess at ringside, and it seemed like Storm would soon be sharing her fate.

Storm had almost resigned herself to the smother, dizzy and despairing, when she felt the blackness lift a little. Adonis had gently peeled his abominable ass-cheeks up from her nose and mouth, freeing her from the torrid facesit. Reeling, Storm gasped loudly, sucking in the much-needed lungful of hot, sweaty air. Adonis’s ass still hung ominously above her, and she dimly registered that he was expecting something.

Oh, shit. This was an “I Quit” match, Storm remembered… with an ass kiss forfeit. Somehow, her bottomed-out morale sank even lower at the realisation of what she was expected to do here.

“Uggh….. fuck…..” she sighed miserably, a pout on her messed up face as she tried to think of a way out of this, and realised there was none. The immovable wall of ass above her put paid any idea of further resistance, much as the proud warrior hated to admit it.

“Okay… fuck… fine… you win…. I quit!” Storm mewled, cringing as she said the fateful words and forfiet the match, whist being forced to look up at Adonis’s bare ass.

“Let me go now… please…” she panted weakly.

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With all of his weight on Storm's face, the sheer massive amount of ass that Storm was smothered by was more than what was needed to completely deprive her of air, it was enough to leave her in pure blackness, forced to take the cheeks of the masked man until he was satisfied! He rolled his hips left and right, up and down, naked rear end grinding down on the woman underneath him to thoroughly crush the fight out of her, all to make sure that when he asked her next, she'd give him what he finally was looking for, her submission! To that effect, he would wait until it seemed like Storm was just about to go out cold, before suddenly rising up off of her and giving her a chance to breathe! And just as he hoped, after the sweaty, red-faced woman had managed to catch her breath and speak once more, she'd give the masked man what he was looking for, declaring a loud "I quit" to save herself from further facesitting!

However, despite Storm quitting, Adonis wasn't moving just yet! Instead, he kept his ass right where it was, giving it just a slight wiggle above her face, cheeks shaking as he did so, with the masked man looking over his shoulder and giving her a devious grin!

"Go ahead. Kiss it." Adonis demanded, hovering himself just over Storm! It was always a "kiss my ass" match after all, and so Adonis wouldn't be going anywhere until he got the stipulation that the two had agreed on! It was very clear that he was more than willing to force the issue if she didn't, and so he would give her plenty of time to swallow his pride, before leaning up and planting a kiss on his cheeks!

Adonis would wait until he felt Storm's lips press on his ass, giving him the smooch on the behind that he was waiting for, before performing his next move, but whether she had gone along willingly or not, it wouldn't change anything! He would turn his head once more to peer over at her from behind his back, catching enough of a glimpse to meet her eyes, with an absolutely evil smile covering his face!

"Now, nighty night Storm!" Adonis would say with a laugh, before immediately dropping his naked ass back down on Storm's face, immediately burying her between his cheeks yet again! It was an unbelievably cruel move, Adonis laughing to himself about it while he ground his ass back and forth, wiggling his hips atop her face to really get nice and comfortable! It was clear that this time, there would be no mercy, no rising up off of Storm, as Adonis was looking to take his opponent and put her completely out cold before he would be rising off of her again!

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Ohhhh. Right. Storm’s muddled senses somehow managed to feel an even deeper shame and mortification, as Adonis smugly reminded her of the ‘Kiss my ass’ stipulation. Unlike a lot of the nasty, underhanded, and downright brutal humiliations that Adonis had heaped upon her this evening, this one was actually fair – Storm had indeed agreed to this, even though she had obviously envisaged her own pert booty getting kissed, rather than this degrading alternative.

Storm was a heel, but was still a woman of her word. With a sigh, she knew she would have to go through with this forfeit – and with Adonis’s ass hovering threateningly above her, it wasn’t like she had all that much choice, anyway.

“Ughhhhh, fine….” Storm groaned reluctantly, blinking some of the sweat from her eyes as she tried to focus on the fleshy cheeks above her. Nose wrinkling in disgust, the weary brunette raised her head from the canvas, gingerly lifting her face up into Adonis’ left buttcheek, and puckering up to plant a kiss on his behind. She made a reasonable effort at pressing her lips onto his booty, not wanting to be accused of flaking on the forfeit, or to give Adonis any excuse to punish her further. Poor Storm quivered in self-hating humiliation as the crowd jeered her beaten, ass-kissing display. Somehow, this was a new low. Over the course of this arduous squash match, Storm had been wedgied, stinkfaced, stripped of her pants, given a bare-bottomed spanking, crotched on the top rope, was forced into unwillingly stinkfacing her partner, and helplessly watched him give Lyssa bare-assed stinkfaces and facesits before being nakedly butt-smothered into near-oblivion herself – yet somehow the sheer servility of planting a kiss on Adonis’ sweaty ass was the harshest humbling for proud Storm to take.

The brunette flopped back down to the canvas, forfeit paid, the unwelcome taste of Adonis’s musk on her lips. A moment passed as she tried to collect herself. Then, with a dawning dread, she realised that her opponent had not moved from straddling her head. Adonis was grinning, with a sadistic smirk of someone who had total control of their plaything, and who was still in the mood to wreak havoc.

“Oh, no. No, I kissed it!! For fuck’s sake, you’ve won!!” Storm spluttered in protest, eyes wide with fear as she looked up at Adonis, and his looming, naked booty. She’d just gone through one gruelling reverse facesit under him, so she knew exactly how horrible this impending ordeal would be if she had to go through it again.

“You can’t!! This isn’t fair!! No, don’t – MPHHHHGHHH!!” An exasperated Storm pleaded desperately, all to no avail, as Adonis suddenly dropped his hips and planted his immense posterior back on her face, plunging Storm into a deep and degrading reverse facesit yet again. The poor loser gave a muffled howl of outrage, kicking her legs weakly as she was shoved back into the sweaty smother. She had absolutely no chance of shifting the heavy mass of booty pressing down on her; just like the first time, she would have to lie there and take it, no matter how awful her predicament was.

She moaned weakly as the facesit dragged on, crushed under Adonis, humiliated as he ground and gyrated his ass to make it as awful for her as possible. The crowd were in awe – this was an absolute demolition of a once-proud wrestler. Storm was a tough cookie, but the amount of ass she was being forced to endure was eye-watering, even for the neutral onlookers. Seconds slowly turned into minutes, as the statuesque Scot writhed in breathless misery, her struggles gradually slowing as her lungs emptied of air, and her head got dizzier and dizzier. Whilst Storm might have been glad that this miserable match was over, a smother was never an easy thing to take, and the last few horrible moments felt like an age, as her primal instincts kicked against being wedged in Adonis’s posterior, and she flopped and pushed in a final attempt to breathe, before finally falling limp.

They had taken an awful lot of punishment before falling, but finally, both of the hapless British wrestlers were still.

[ADarlingDucky]

There was a certain sense of malevolent satisfaction from forcing Storm to kiss his ass. Adonis was a cruel man, often viewing others as beneath him, both figuratively and literally, but there was something about taking someone who felt very much the same, as he had gathered from her pre-match talk, and physically accentuating the difference between them. The feeling of Storm acknowledging her defeat, and giving his bare, naked ass a long and very thorough kiss was enough to bring a overwhelmingly smug smile to the face of the masked man, even going so far as to wiggle his hips a little bit as she did so! No doubt making the whole affair even more unpleasant, but if she thought that it would end there, Storm would be very sorely mistaken! As Adonis wasn't getting up yet, not before he had thoroughly rubbed in his superiority, in the most literal way possible!

And while he had very much enjoyed the submissive smooch that Storm had laid upon his mighty buttcheeks, the sheer terror in Storm's voice as she realized that despite capitulating, she wasn't getting out from underneath Adonis!

With a horrified plea, Storm would spend the last conscious moments of this squash match begging Adonis not to do what he was clearly going to, before he sat down directly on her face, and buried her deep between his massive cheeks! Storm cried, muffled grasps that barely made it out from underneath the masked man's hefty frame, all while he took his smothery victory lap, grinding his hips side to side, steamrolling Storm's pretty features with his ass! She squirmed and groaned and writhed underneath him, but after a long and utterly humiliating facesitting session, Storm's body would fall completely limp, the last bit of fight going out of her as she collapsed, out cold underneath the massive man!

"There we go... have a nice nap Storm. And don't forget your place." The masked man said with a smirk, giving one last long, humiliating grind of his rear on her slumbering face, before standing up and pulling his trunks back up to resume scarcely covering his rear! With his arms spread out to the side, Adonis would take a moment to simply bask in the spotlights, before turning and heading back up the ramp! A statement having been made at the expense of his two victims, Storm and Lyssa smothered out and left to deal with the humiliation bestowed upon them by the masked menace!

Winner via Submission: Adonis Sol!