A Sunny Struggle: Karen Starring & Arlise Christiaens (with Lucy White)

[Winter]

Arlise could not have asked for a finer reprieve after her waist-constricting, Amazon-lifting efforts than to lay atop the woman's warm body in the sun, making a pillow of her impressive bosom. Though truthfully, she would not have expected her attack (Arlise would call it self-defense, as she was clearly being threatened by the raven-haired woman) to go so... unanswered. As moments dragged onward without the larger woman managing to unhinge her arms, Arlise felt immense satisfaction to realize that, despite her size and her biting tongue, this Amazon could not seem to escape redhead's clutches.

In cue with her satisfaction, she received a sharp bop on the part of her head that poked free from Karen's cleavage, where her loud red hair spilled two and fro over her bearhugged-victim's shoulders. Arlise's smirk became a grimace as that bop became two, and then three, and she realized her chance to rest was also her chance to get her vulnerable head bashed. Fun scuffle on the beach this may have been, but she had to treat this the same as the ring.

"Stop," came her grumbled, frustrated response, and with slow movements that hinted at determination and bad intentions, she shifted so that her knees slid under her hips and propped them up, leaving her chest and shoulders aimed downward into Karen's stomach. The perfect position to gain the leverage she needed to mash this woman in half once more... and with no power wasted if she didn't have to support her weight.

With a grunt, Arlise all at once drove her body down under the strength of both legs and let every muscle in her arms bulge around Karen's waist, looking like she planned to push the woman to the center of the earth while she squeezed her.

[Devilish53]

Arlise could likely comprehend one thing in her short interaction with the amazon, in that even had her defeat being outright cemented, she would have never simply 'stopped.'

In fact, the mere demand of such, the audacity of it even, made Karen come alive all the more so. Only for Arlise to seize her advantage yet again, and use that aimless wiggling to get her legs into the sand.

No precise words came from Karen this time, as she instead threw out aimless grunt and groan. Her hands were to the sand to prop her up, but the constant pressure on her waistline that coincided with what Arlise soon sought to do made her flatten out.

As her eyes went wide, not only from the constant crush around her waistline, but the fact that Arlise near enough dug a hole into the sand using Karen's back and rear. The amazons cheeks a solid red, not that they could be seen, as for a moment she turned outright limp.

[Winter]

Arlise drilled her way into Karen’s stomach, her shoulders and chest as the tip, and was more than happy to hear the bully (she sounded like a bully, anyway) make a litany of complaints all the while. Still the Belgian expected the larger, obviously well-muscled woman to show a burst of defiance that would make this a more proper scuffle in the sand - in fact, Arlise thought she might wish for it - but she stayed hinged, arms and chest and legs all working in tandem to flatten Karen to the sand as those watching continued their whooping and hollering.

Then, the black-clad Amazon fell flaccid. The taut, squirming body that had battled from beneath the redhead and rained blows on the top of her head a moment before stopped its resistance. The sudden cease in motion didn’t slow the redhead immediately, as Titania was left to thrust her shoulders into Karen’s belly one last time to crush her victim deeper into the sand. Then, uncertain, she stopped, though she held her pose, rear high above the rest of her figure.

”Do myu gimve im to mme?”, Arlise questioned, her words even more muzzled with her pressing downward into Karen’s curvaceous body but dripping with anticipation in hope that she had tamed this wild woman with nothing but her own physical might.

[Devilish53]

Arlise was never going to get the verbal response she wanted from Karen, but the reaction Karen's body gave was perhaps close to what she sought. Deeper and deeper the woman's body went into the sand, until she was near enough only seen from directly above. Her hands still clutched, as if trying to find a rock or something similar to violently force Arlise off her, but nothing came to hand.

Her efforts at struggling free became all the more exhaustive as the redhead crushed her, seemingly having lowered her mouth at times to find the space beneath Karen's bust and ensure her air supplies did not run low. Karen could not say the same, for whilst her stacked foe hadn't actively pressed the air out of her, she'd stopped her expanding core from drawing it in. Every time Karen exhaled, Arlise squeezed just a little more, to insure that the next time the bigger woman tried to expand her tummy for air, she simply couldn't get as far!

[Winter]

Arlise supposed the stranger didn’t say she gave in, did she?

And so she kept drilling, and in moments, she had excavated enough sand beneath Karen’s body to likely cover her own from feet to head, as was a traditional beach prank. Only then did the Belgian think to cease. Karen had already been flattened, and if she was buried any further, there wouldn’t be any of her left above the sand for the crowd to witness in all her whipped glory. Lise’s hips fell, and her body stretched and flattened again atop Karen’s, giving her the chance to pry her head totally free from her victim’s massive chest.

Her arms never ceased squeezing Karen’s midriff, however; she could still feel the woman breathing (however labored) in her clutches. Despite that remaining sign of life, Lise did tilt her head to check the giantess’ expression… or perhaps her consciousness. Lise had never knocked out anyone in a bearhug, but there was always a first time.

No, she seemed conscious, only… feeble. Like the crushing hug had turned the badass into a squishy play-toy.

Perhaps that was where Arlise should have brought an end to this assault - albeit a deserved one. The crowd already cackled and cheered for the apparent victor.

But a dangerous glint flashed in the redhead’s eyes. After her rough couple of months in the ring, complete victory could taste awfully sweet.

Abandoning her bearhug, she yanked her arms from beneath Karen’s slack figure, a task none too easy in and of itself, and sat between Karen’s sprawled legs. There she paused, inspecting the voluptuous body before her like a surgeon searching for a place to cut, before she settled on the stomach she had already weakened.

She raised her hips only to drop them back onto Karen’s stomach - not too roughly - and squeeze her thighs around her midsection in a tight straddle, looking every bit the conquering schoolgirl as her hands went to her hips. ”Did we learn anything today?”

[Devilish53]

Karen looked closer and closer to reaching a sombre slumber, all the while Arlise would naturally be oblivious to it. She could naturally feel Karen's reduced resistance, alongside her chest raising and falling in slower, more drawn out motions, but she couldn't see the look to Karen's face. Her cheeks were still too tight against Karen's massive rack to do that, and for a long time, it didn't appear as though things were going to change.

When the redhead finally revealed, Karen snapped back from the edges of unconsciousness but only to splutter. Her cheeks burning as she drew in air, Karen's top half jiggled from the excessive motion, with her heavy bust bouncing about even when Arlise wasn't diving in there. Naturally, the redhead was able to move about as she pleased, first seemingly looking to move back to examine the beaten giant, before she opted to fall atop her tummy.

The reaction Karen gave was pretty much one to be expected, as Arlise's hefty rear falling on her core depleted her of alot of the air she had just fought to regain. And with it, the amazons head slumped far to the side, as she heard the words of the taunting beauty alongside another firm press being given to her beaten core. What few noises came out of Karen were hardly words at all, but more groans. Whether they were of exhaustion, breathlessness or sheer annoyance, was anyone's guess.

[Winter]

The stranger had lost her scathing tongue, it seemed to Arlise.

Nevermind that the redhead was looking for an excuse to keep this scuffle going by amplifying the woman’s earlier comments. Arlise remained rooted on her throne, all sultry and sassy as she made a show of waiting for Karen’s response that never came. She wrinkled an eyebrow and leaned closer, even cupping a hand behind her ear. ”I don’t hear anything from you, aside from lots of frustrated groaning. Dare I say, submissive? Did I wear you out?”

Arlise grinned widely, listening to the gathered folks chuckle at her teasing. Their continued support and her own need to be cheered after the events of late continued to goad her onwards.

Despite doubting there was much risk that she could actually hurt someone of the Amazon’s stature, Arlise opted against her notion of bouncing on Karen’s stomach. Then again, she wondered, would she have received the same thoughtfulness from the stranger had their roles been reversed? Not likely, but that didn’t mean Arlise had to be cruel herself. No, she had a better idea, and a minxy grin crossed her warm features.

”I need you…”, she began, while she shifted her feet down into the sand, trying to get her calves beneath Karen’s back - not an easy task given the weight of the woman. ”...to tell me…” She rustled again, almost there. ”...that I’m the queen of the beach.”

With one more shift of her body, she worked to get her legs coiled around Karen’s midsection in an awkward seated bodyscissor, hoping the giantess wouldn’t pick this moment to start resisting again - that would be trouble.

[Devilish53]

Given that the stacked redhead wasn't lowering her bust, a feat she could have very much done with ease, with her size making such a move to be the definition of effective, Karen had some inkling as to what was coming. Already groaning and shutting her eyes, her hands flopped about and slapped the redheads thighs, as she felt Arlise shuffle her legs beneath her frame and into the sand. Where as a normal foothold would have made a grounded scissors like this near enough impossible to lock in, Arlise could make do, given the fact that she simply had to dig her way into the sand with her bare feet, before her ankles locked beneath Karen's wide hips.

"What...are you fucking talking about..." Karen groaned, her hands still flopping as a little pressure came around her already squeezed waistline, with her hands raised to try and shove at Arlise. She was undoubtedly aiming to get a hold of the shoulders, or even the head of her red haired foe to make for a more effective push, but given the positioning of Arlise and how outright stacked she was, there was only one place her hands ended up pushing.

A redness coming straight over her cheeks again, as Karen realised she was near enough heaving a bosom that equalled her own.

[Winter]

Arlise found herself enjoying the woman's slaps on her thighs, much as they might have stung. She chewed the inside of her lip, a tad annoyed with herself.

How nice such a powerful midriff felt between her legs did not go unnoticed, either. This was not an unusual position from over the years, but she could never quite remember having anyone of the stranger's stature in this position. It made her feel powerful, dominant. She was not squeezing yet - that would come later, potentially - but she did want to wield her power over the thick-bodied beauty.

She waited for her answer. She merely got more crass blabbering. "You really like to yell, don't you...", the redhead mused, her tone merely resigned. Here she thought she might earn some respect from the stranger after all this. They could shake hands and walk away with an understanding in that case.

As both of Karen's hands mashed, roughly, into Arlise's tits, almost dislodging them from her bikini top, the Belgian gaped down at them, her own cleavage, and then the Amazon's face, incredulous. "I don't think we know each other well enough for this!", she blurted.

And the squeezing started in her thighs. Lise grabbed at the raven-haired woman's hands, trying to restrain them... but with no plans to move them. Maybe only preserve her own top...

[Devilish53]

Of course Karen was yelling, she figured. She'd strolled up to a redhead on a beach whom was acting curiously, and for it, she found herself devoid of the ability to breath. For what was going on close to a solid ten minutes. And now? She was under her wide rear. With a chest overlooking her face that could easily rival her own. Karen would have screamed had she had the strength.

Continuing to struggle and whine, even if coherent words escaped her, Karen found a little pressure building around her core. She knew it was coming eventually, but it still hurt like hell all the same. Whats more, Arlise had opted to remove Karen's hands from the fray altogether. The amazons mitts now being pressed to the sand, Karen could but turn her head one way then the other as her legs kicked fruitlessly underneath Arlise's rear. She was trapped, and she knew it.