Moira Pandela Vs. Takao Okimoto - A Rub A Day

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Moira may have been held, but now in a situation that was far more comfortable than the latter. A leg bend, or any part of the heavyweight being bent for that matter, would have earned a scream of outright agony from Moira, as already seen seconds in.

But trying to crush Moira? Such was comparable to the effort of trying to drown a fish.

Her ample thighs concaving, the experience, strength and natural durability of Moira allowed her to persevere, perhaps considerably more so that Takao was giving her credit for, as she opted to mix her hands in with the beauty now atop her simply to try and force some control back. Not that she had any intention of pushing free from her scenario, but again, the bustier heavyweight was beginning to turn red-cheeked over just how easily Takao believed her to be.

Eyes locked as fiercely as they could with the figure merrily using her as a mattress, Moira would inhale a short moment, albeit deeply, as she prepared to respond; the method of which was a statement in itself.

Baring her teeth as she exerted her power, Moira's legs would themselves begin to shake as she focused the entirety of her strength into them. Nudging outwards increasingly so by the second, Moira's powerful glare would turn into a smile, both inquisitive and cocky as she forced her own legs apart. She didn't have to speak, but her expression spoke volumes for her.

'Try harder.'

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Takao had to admit; Moira was inexperienced but she knew how to put her weight to good use. Begrudgingly, she accepted that flab beat out power and finesse... but Takao was not so easily dismayed as she was surprised. As a submission expert, there were many things one could do while on top of an opponent. A full body press pin was just one of them. As Moira's legs spread and forced Takao's to do the same, a rather cruel thought came to her mind. If Moira wanted to spread, Takao was more than willing to help again.

She played into Moira's motions, staring sternly into her face to distract from the fact she was not resisting her motions... yet as Moira's legs appeared to become free, Takao's would slide back over them and her sternness became a smirk. Ankles locked over ankles and now, Takao's legs spread... further and further, nearing 180. She had converted her body press pin to a grapevine pin, one that was once more going to force Moira's legs to split and her womanhood to rub seductively into Takao's!

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Well. Her predicament was her own fault.

Seemingly at peace with the fact she had somewhat evened out her powerful foes leggy embrace, the weight atop Moira could have stayed atop for hours at the current rate. Takao was weighty, and had the density to crush down upon a jello figure like Moira if need be, but a great deal of experience upon the heavier figures part combined with a focus for both elsewhere meant the matter of pancaking wasn't dominant.

Yet.

With arms too out of the current interaction, Moira found her eyes widening as Takao responded to her move excellently, and without consequence from the heavier figure. If anything, Takao wasn't just using Moira's adjustment against her. She was completely turning it on its head!

Mouth widening with a mix of agony and pleasure as everything became apparent, Moira's body would tense up in pain from the bending of her inflexible legs, with the rubbing of Takao's sex upon her own somewhat missed purely from the focus on agony! Her mouth consistently wide as she tried with all her heart to contain a scream, Moira found her figure shaking in agony, with Takao taking utter control!

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A younger Takao would've felt some pity at the clear agony she was causing but the experienced, veteran wrestler felt little pity especially given Moira's smugness. She did not see herself as a terribly virtuous person but there was a kind of delight in watching someone so self-assured writhe in pain, the way they helplessly struggled, and the feeling of desperation mixing with arousal as Takao's iron thighs rubbed their innermost portions into those of her opponent's. She had mass... but it seemed she lacked strength.

And Takao had more on her mind than merely just stretching her out.

Takao was known for her leg submissions but in the Seaside League, one couldn't rely solely on a single area of expertise. And with their bodies pressed so heavily together, Takao was going to demonstrate her other aptitudes. Slowly, she began to shimmy left and right, waiting for for Moira to exhale before her abs would tense and press inwards. When Moira attempted to inhale, she'd have to struggle for air as Takao's tensed abs competed with hers, rubbing and smoothing her down; not a hard, frictious grind but a soft and teasing rub, one that forced her to struggle. Struggle, which invited arousal, and layered itself over the pain down there...

Pain she accentuated by occasionally flexing her thigh muscles, making Moira feel like her legs might go clean off if she pulled any harder! And worse, her thighs were very, very muscled; they seemed to almost scratch and pull against Moira's inner thigh skin as Takao moved them around in place, smoothing down her thighs until they were sweaty and moist.

Worse, she was enjoying Moira's breasts too. Takao rubbed about in circles until her nips found Moira's and she cooed into her face, smugly rubbing it in as she began to lick and suckle around her jaw and neck. She might as well make the most of the pin~

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To make matters worse for the currently reddening heavyweight, Takao opted to add another game into the mix as it were. A game that Moira herself excelled at, if only she could direct focus to it over trying to refrain from having her legs crumble outright!

If things couldn't get any worse, what little Moira had in means with dealing with the agony down low was seemingly the signalling point for Takao to up the moment between the two. One great inhale would force Moira's abdomen outwards with little issue, pushing without much resistance upon the notable but far from monstrous weight that lay atop her. The next, when her seasoned foe opted to begin as it were, would not draw in quite as much breath.

With not even the early forming of a six pack in her own frame, Moira found her tummy colliding with a tensed one such as Takao's akin to water upon a rock. Soft mushy stomach flesh would be forced to mold to Takao's unyielding frame, with her opponents midsection seemingly finding sweet spots where they could in order to jostle down. Worst still, was the fact Moira somewhat suspected the figure was holding back.

Head falling back and flat, losing her wide eyed gaze with the beauty currently working her into a red-bodied sweat, Moira knew she had but one chance in order to bring herself back into the fray. Escape the outright agony that lay at the bottom of both frames. Her own power in the leg department great but not notable, such was barely the factor in her escape given Takao had bent her thighs out beyond all sense of pulling them back. But with a layer of thickening sweat forming on both frames; a downside as it were to Takao's consistent, never ending pressing upon her, Moira could find hope.

Jostling and shaking with every ounce of force she could muster in nigh breaking legs, Moira prayed she could break the agonising guillotine; to at least pull her legs together and form a break of sorts, or at least a means to focus upon the increasing pressure on her midsection!

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"You won't be needing those for much longer." Takao's cryptic words were followed by her lips, closing over Moira's in a hungry kiss, one that sucked at her air and played with her tongue. Subtly, the Japanese heavyweights abs began to settle in harder into Moira's tummy; rather than falling or rising, they were still and strong. Stern, as was her nature, yet combined with her kiss, they seemed to be inviting her to be lost in the moment. That was preferable to what came afterwards.

Takao pulled out of the kiss, sucking on Moira's lips before her hands pinned Moira's elbows to the mat. She half-closed her eyes and her whole body grew rigid and tensed. With one last burst of power and pain, her legs stretched further, starting to bend both their stretched legs upwards and past the 180 degree mark. Sweat dripped down her body as Takao strained and concentrated; while flexible, to go to such an extreme required an immense degree of both focus and concentration; it stung her thighs as well, even if she had done this before.

Seconds seemed to stretch into minutes in the sudden burst of agony and Takao calmed her breathing, stretching, stretching, stretching... she sighed and unlatched their legs, rolling away to lean against the rope and stretch her own legs.

Hidden under her bangs, she smiled; she loved to jelly the limbs of arrogant girls~

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With tummies and chests left somewhat to the side, not out of lack of power from either figure, but more lack of focus, Moira's agony would be left purely for the moment down below. The peck to her lips was inviting, if teasing, as Takao offered a lustful, longing glare whilst both seemingly trying to rip her legs from their sockets, and outright remove her arms from the game itself. Returning the gaze purely for the efforts of saving face, Takao would easily be able to discern the agony hidden amidst Moira's lustful smile, as the heavyweight barely restrained releasing a cry of agony from failing to yet save her legs.

And whatsmore, Takao seemingly wanted to push them further!

Eyes forcing themselves shut yet again, clenching monstrously tight as a means to deal with the agony, Moira would perhaps find freedom in Takao's efforts to rip her lower half in two. The greater the figure currently laying atop her exerted, the more the figures rubbed. And whilst such was a sensually pleasant feeling beyond all over, no matter how little or much both figures were relishing in the grind, they could not control the increased sweat that came with it.

Sweat, that finally saved Ms. Pandela's legs.

"Oooophh..." Her right leg slipping out and under from Takao's own purely from the thick liquid that surrounded both sets of legs, Moira would be sure to wrap it with her other still restrained leg, as to avoid Takao simply reapplying the hold. The figure atop her still held one thigh, but given her frame would simply now shimmy with efforts to bend it outwards, Moira's thighs were at last allowed a moment to deflame.

"You have no idea...how much I needed that...but I appreciate the stretch..." Putting a lack of emphasis on the agony that no longer befell, yet still partially persisted in her legs, Moira would raise her head but a touch, if but to tickle noses with the figure still atop.

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"There will be more of that to come... but what makes you think I'm all about your legs?"

It was almost smug how Takao worded things but her tone of voice and careful, calculated expression made her seem more cold and antagonizing if anything. Moira might have escaped the grapevine-split... but she hadn't escaped the pin. Takao was smart enough to counter her brute-force escape attempt, and she knew when she wasn't in control. After all, in a league full of statuesque heavyweights, only those at the very top like Nagato or Laurukka could afford to be arrogant about their physical prowess.

Yet Takao prided herself moreso on her finesse and strategy, closer to Tatsuta or even Yahagi in her ways. Moira escaped the grapevine, but that just meant Takao would momentarily redirect focus to the body-to-body rub, feeling the grooves of her toned abs grind into Moira's tummy. Her large breasts mashed over her opponents and over her face... but Takao wasn't going to grind back down. Sliding her body up Moira's in a sweaty, flexing motion she would move to try and turn her body around, ass raking over her opponent's face.

It was a simple transition into a slightly less simple submission; the figure four headlock, an ever reliable way to choke out one's air. One leg would close over Moira's right arm, sliding in and bending in at the knee under her armpit. Takao's other leg would slide foot first under her thigh and she would grab that leg with her hand; a leg whose length was now pressed against Moira's throat.

She pulled.

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Takao had the giantess in the leg department, and that was fact, but beyond such, everything else was evidently still fair game. Moira's chest, whilst larger and full of volume, had already somewhat bent to a smaller but still greatly sized bosom, whilst Takao's abdomen, firmer and with more definition, had already hit something of a fleshy wall in the form of the bigger figures own stern tummy.

And whilst Takao's attempt to continue her domination of the brunette was as equally tactile as her grapevine; opting to take the head of the snake as it were by simply depriving it of oxygen, Takao had seemingly once again forgotten a notable fact. Moira Pandela was far from done.

Gleaming for a moment as the smaller but no lesser figure ground upon her, Moira's arms; chubby but strong by their own right, through themselves around the thick abdomen now gracing her chest. Shimmying on her rear and right thigh as she did so, Moira attempted not to flip the two figures over, but simply bring Takao from atop of her into a side posture. Whilst Moira had great endurance in the bodypress, the figure of Takao's whilst smaller still bared effect on the giants breathing. From there, there was but one simple course of action.

Squeeze.

Thick arms wrapped tightly enough to go around again twice, Moira pressed the side of her cheek to the raised body against her; given she had halted Takao mid-motion, she had found her grip around the middle point of her opponents spine, whilst her cheek pressed to the thick chest of her foe. Moira was no fool in such; turning her head the moment she threw her arms around, as to avoid the easy counter from Takao in simply leaning forward and smothering the giant. From there, it was a simple matter of compressing; forcing her arms together in a heated display of power, as Moira pressed the figure in her arms as if she was in the jaws of life themselves.

How did Moira escape the figure four headlock? She simply didn't let it sync in.

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The crushing pressure set in immediately as Takao found her motion abruptly stopped by the clenching, crossed arms of her opponent. It reminded her of the jaws of those gigantic ants, most likely from Australia given the terrifying wildlife there, and how they could exert enough force to cut less fortunate prey in two. Granted, those flabby arms lacked the same power-to-mass ratio but Takao felt her sides condense and stiffen, unable to resist the immense force now burning into her sides. She let out a sharp cry and bit her lower lip, deciding a short burst of pain would be all her opponent would get to hear from her.

It was an awkward position to bearhug; while the bottom position offered stability, it was also the defensive position barring immense differences in size and strength. Typically, being able to carry an opponent rather than to simply clamp them offered a number of advantages but with how Moira was applying the hug, she was relying on pure strength alone.

Takao had to admit, she at least had that as her own aching midsection and spine was now concurring. Takao's hands gripped around Moira's instinctively, pushing at elbows that refused to budge, like giant pudgy slugs coiled around her body only their flab had tensed into crushing meat. She couldn't brute force it, as much as it pained her to endure and burned her inside to admit.

But Moira for all her strength was not someone that came off to Takao as particularly strategic. Takao would wrap her legs around her waist and attempt to scissor squeeze her, not to crush her but gradually pull herself down. Raising up her arms to streamline her travel downward, Takao would take a deep breath onwards, expanding her body against Moira's grip and try to sweatily rub and slick her body down Moira's to escape, grunting and tensing as she did so!