Takao Okimoto vs Aoki Natsumi- Torn Titans

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How much of a bother that Takao while having little chances of immediate defeat still didn't have the referee raise her hand? Perhaps she could turn this further enjoyment? It was unwise to say Aoki would be leaving this hold unscathed. While being focused on crushing her opponent's trachea, the older woman couldn't help but rub her legs against the neck area, the equivalent of hacking a log with two saws, flexing those thighs to assert more physical strength. The sensation made the grinder purr with delight, but otherwise it may have been advisable to keep that mouth shut.

Grunting with every single punch and almost slipping off Aoki because of it, hidden abs barely functioning as a shield. What followed was a messy series of events involving the smother specialist dragging along the mat, while Takao tried once again 'riding' her opponent in unusual fashion. Despite reapplying her hold, it came with a catch.

"ROPE BREAK! ROPE BREAK! You have to let go!"

"Yes..." She responded by bowing her head and letting Aoki's leg fall to the mat followed by relinquishing the headscissors. Sitting right next to her opponent's prone body, Takao focused on nursing that slightly bruised stomach as a result of the recent punches. "So what's next?" A piercing glare directed towards where Aoki laid. If this was just the younger woman's last stand then Takao would crawl to where the other wrestler foe lied and grabbed her by the neck, pulling them both to a standing position. Taking a simpler approach, she simply reared her arm back and tried tossing her opponent backfirst into a corner.

[Violet]

It was a painful, uncomfortable position to say the least for the smother queen. Leg throbbing in pain and going a little numb. Choke with thighs that could certainly kill her or break her apart at the least. The cute giant even managed to rub her meaty thighs on her neck. It was terrible! Her neck like dough between two rolling pins that massaged her neck in the least desirable way. Her eyes darted in confusion, letting out choked gasps at each stroke of her thighs with her tongue lolling out.

She fought back with vigor finally getting that much wanted rope break. Aoki coughed and rolled her body to a ball. One hand around her sore neck, the other on her hurt leg. ”Time out maybe? Just for a while? I could bury you between my breasts after, for return. What do you say?”, Aoki humored to buy herself some more time.

Takao seemed to oppose that proposal though as she grabbed her neck making her yelp as she tried to pull them back to their feet. Aoki followed submissively as her throat was still hurt. Two hands on Takao’s wrist as she tried to pry them off. She wouldn’t spend much time there though as she was thrown to the corner back firs. Her body buckled, back arched as she let out a whimper as the turnbuckle painfully kissed her back before slumping there exhausted with her arms dangling on the top ropes.

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She continued to knead Aoki's neck until the dough would become completely flat. It might have been an exaggeration that Takao would critically injure her opponents, only wishing for the memory of their defeat to ring their head with only temporary injuries. Did she have to pat at the other woman's arms so a surrender wouldn't be forgotten?

These questions became meaningless as Takao was forced to back off. Even if her foe (in the loosest sense) was in a broken heap, applying another submission immediately would most likely lead to another rope break, so she had to move her opponent around and weather them further. "Is this a bad attempt at comedy?" Lowering her eyebrows upon hearing that offer, far from able to prevent a toss towards the corner.

That throw couldn't have ended up more perfectly. Aoki being trapped in the ropes while still upright, yet too broken to form a meaningful escape. Backing up a few meters and ensuring she was smack dab in the centre, Takao burst off and sprinted as fast she can towards where her victim would be leading, aiming to crush all resistance by leaping into the air and using her entire weight as a weapon through a bodysplash.

[Violet]

Frustration filled Aoki's mind as it seemed like the cute giantess outmatched her in every way. Every time they encountered and clashed on the mat, the brunette always seemed to leave unscathe with a counter that would end up Aoki to get hurt even more

She had to think. But Takao didn't let her have the time to do so as she was mercilessly thrown to the corner of the ring earning a whimper from the smother queen. She had her head down, as she wheezed, still trying to come back from that debilitating headscissor. She also stood on one foot, resting the hurt one on the lower turnbuckle as she hopped a couple of times with her undamaged leg

This position would come to haunt her though as she heard the stomps of her foe's boots. It was too late when she found out about what was about to happen and even so if she noticed, Aoki was too weak to move out of the way.

Aoki let out a short cry as she was crushed by the cute giantess body. Their tight leotard clad body mending in a painful reunion. Her eyes widened and mouth gaped open as air escaped her body. She then fell to her knees, a bit teary and teeth clenched as she felt helpless from Takao's barrages so far. She then fell face first on the mat. The pain pushing her to the limits. One hand clasped around her stomach and one on her back as she was quite unsure what is more painful, the turnbuckle that painfully pushed on her back or the 245 lbs cannonball that just wrecked her front.

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What did Takao lack exactly that Aoki possessed. Chest size? A little bump can fix that. More comfortable with dealing smothers? Having the most efficient win condition was always considered more valuable. Confidence shown didn't equal to what was inside.

Not distracted by her opponent's pleas, knowing she had to land this attack even if it lead to a waste of energy. Stomping around made Takao come to attention about another weird aspect, coming into this match with boots when footwork was her specialty. Did they really try to adjust the scales so intently? Almost as weird as these leotards, leading to more plans resurfacing.

Sprinting like a big cat stalking its prey across the Savanna, Takao finally pounced and crushed her defenceless victim with the bodysplash, even continuing to press onto Aoki for a few seconds until the bluenette slipped to the ground. Despite an equal reaction taking place upon impact, the raven haired wrestler was able to stand upright unlike her opponent. "Hmph...I'll do it myself." Eyeing the defenceless Aoki as if disappointed before bending down to grasp the younger woman by the neck.

It didn't matter if Aoki would be standing as long as Takao got her hands into position during this part. Suddenly propping the beaten girl up, Takao lowered her arms and closed them around for what resembled a routine bearhug, crushing those ribs and grinding her front against Aoki's. She had enough of this clothed barriers and wanted to scrape it all.

[Violet]

Aoki was throbbing in pain as she lay on the mat. Her legs jerked and kicked, an attempt to try to distract her from the pain as she writhed helplessly all over the mat. She was deflated by the body splash that stunned her making her oblivious to Takao’s plans

Aoki let out a whimper as Takao targeted her neck once more, eliciting coughs from the poor girls as she was forced up to her feet. Aoki’s eyes widened and darted around as she felt the giantess wrap her arms around her waist for a bearhug!

She let out a scream of pain as the pain built up on her back in a burning sensation. Tears building around the corner of her eyes as her nails scratched Takao’s shoulder as she tried to push her away to loosen the hold. ”Aaack!! I won’t..lo...lose..to you!!”, Aoki stammered as she tried to affirm her intent to win this in between her whimpers and cry of pain.

Their mounds pushed against each other, although more like Takao’s pushing hers as she was completely helpless. Her eyes widened in shocked, her cheeks with a shade of red as she felt their outfits tear apart. The fabrics couldn’t take it anymore, popping as their orbs mushroomed against each other!! The bare supple skin of their breasts being exposed to the crowd in this quite intimate hold making them erupt in cheers!

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Now any doubts about who was more imposing have faded thanks to Takao flattening her prey like a pancake. She had a multi-stage plan involving the corner already set up. The neck grip wasn't even supposed to be that straining, implying Takao's drive was steering her towards the broken bluenette's misery.

By using the bearhug, she inflicted immense strain on Aoki's body while also forcibly using her to exhale for purposes to be explained. "Urhhh..." Growling in response to the nail raking. It only provoked the submission specialist to squeeze even harder, swaying side to side rather slowly, wishing to add additional friction between each grind. "Then I won't feel guilty doing this!" Knowing something was close to tear. A massive rip resounded throughout the arena. Takao peeled the younger woman off to oversee results. Their bellies and chest were completely exposed while a large hunk of material scattered on the floor.

"Hmmmm...not terrible but could be better..." Commenting on the pile of pink jelly in front, still having those biceps enveloping everywhere else. "Let's continue to play..." Using that unparalleled strength to slightly elevate her prey, Takao suddenly kicked her feet into high gear for a sudden forward motion, slamming Aoki into the corner a second time. "There there...just a little hug..." Despite the screaming, she kept a coolhead and whispered towards the broken bluenette in a teasing tone. Afterwards, she resumed the grinding contest with intentions of causing Aoki to purr. This time rubbing and smoothing her down instead of intense friction, inflicting arousal instead.

[Violet]

Ensnared inside Takao’s bearhug, she felt like a prey with Takao as the boa ready to eat her up if this goes on. She could not lose like this! She thought as she shook her head trying to muster the much needed strength to get out. This would look like a gargantuan task for her though as she also tried to fight the fuzzy feeling inside her head lingering for her to just give up. No! She couldn’t lose, especially in a bearhug that she’s quite adept too

Aoki let out a yelp as she felt her outfit rip against Takao’s. Their luscious skin freed from the tight confines of their leotards as their mounds still pressed against each other. Aoki’s lips curled into a snarl as she hissed, ”These..aackk..would...smo..smother you out...later on”, Aoki stammered as she tried to taunt back between whimpers against Takao’s remark about her bust as she painfully lift her off her feet.

Aoki let out a short cry as she felt her back painfully crash into the turnbuckle. Her back buckled and arched because of it just putting her deeper in Takao’s hold even more. Fight this! Fight this!, Aoki’s mind raced to cling on. With this, Aoki would wrap her arms around Takao’s nape to lock her in place tight as she would rear her head back before launching forward hoping to hit Takao right in her nose with a headbutt!!

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A simple turning of the head was far from enough to break Takao's oyster tight grip. She was full intent in breaking Aoki's resolve entirely by clogging her mind with a multitude of senses. Crushing pain to numb every muscle. Skin to skin contact inducing enough pleasure to awaken to. So what if she lost another old piece of clothing? Her paycheck was high enough that a replacement could be supplied immediately.

What mattered now was her finally feeling the other wrestler's true form. Seemed the most defining aspect was definitely her cleavage as their sets mushroomed against one another. "Define later on...like 10 years?" Not shying away from the banter while scraping Aoki's belly with those hardened abs.

Having successfully slammed Aoki into the turnbuckle and her responses have been rather minimal, Takao had good reason to assume that the match was in her grasp, yet only focusing on pleasure as an alternate, more enjoyable route of attack. Surprisingly the bluenette had enough energy to operate both of her arms. "Hmmmmm?" Feeling her head being suddenly grasped. Before she could raise another protest, face would collide. "AHHHHHHHHH!" One of the most fragile parts of any human body was rammed into by a thick skull. Enough to break the larger woman's concentration as she suddenly pulled her arms to release Aoki from the bearhug, stepping back to tend to her bruised nose. To everyone's surprise, the battle was still raging.

[Violet]

Aoki’s cheeks lit bright red as she moaned between whimpers as the hold was as sensual as it was painful for the smother queen. Their bare chests mending together and bouncing around together as Takao grinded her up and down in the hold. Senses fading little by little in Takao’s vice like grip, her back arched because of the burning pain on her spine. Fight it! Aoki commanded herself as the fuzzy clouds were looming at the horizon in her mind pushing her to just give in, close her eyes and drop limp.

Spending another moment in that hold is not an option for the purple fighter and she mustered all her strength behind that headbutt setting her free! Legs wobbled crazy, her eyes widened as she underestimated the toll she took in that hold. Thankfully managing to grab the ropes behind her, she stumbled back to the corner and sought refuge for a while. The big tear on her front that ran down her chest and midsection even became more visible and exposed, her breasts bounced amok as she stumbled.

Aoki shouldn’t waste no time, thinking about her torn outfit would do her no good and she should press on the advantage. With that though in her head, she gritted her teeth trying to power through as she sprinted forward, raising her leg as she aimed for a big boot right into Takao’s face!!