Moira Pandela Vs. Takao Okimoto - A Rub A Day

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Her legs yanked into another pivotal, devastating move, the already agonised Moira could barely breath for screaming. Her hands rapidly whacking the canvas to either side, her thick meaty legs devoid of all flexibility before the encounter let alone after specific torture made the hold that much more unbearable. Eyes falling back from pain before her head did the same, Moira would spot her saving grace as it were in ropes that felt to be a mile away. They were still better than the alternative, which was trying to outlast her foe!

Pulling via her elbows across the canvas, Moira saw that her only means of surviving this match for a moment longer would be forcibly dragging Takao and herself both, in a backwards direction, in an evidently desperate attempt to reach the ropes!

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"What makes you think I'll let you off so easily? You appreciated the last stretch and I'm in a generous mood."

Takao was glad Moira was looking away; the expression on her face wasn't that of a reserved, graceful veteran wrestler but the younger and more lustful woman she once was. Perhaps Moira had gotten under her skin.

Takao threw her shoulders back then swung them around to her left, aiming to use her leverage, strength, and weight to roll Moira away from the ropes. If it was successful, she'd laugh a little under her breath and stop between each roll to crank up the pain, pulling harder and harder until she was she was sure Moira would be limping for half a day.

However, she would relent eventually, untangling her legs to see the fruits of her handiwork.

"... I can think of a few more to try if you wouldn't mind~"

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With freedom finally at hand, practically a mess upon the canvas with the ropes soon in her hands regardless, Moira could practically cry. Unable to stand, let alone kick her legs out in defiance, the curvy heavyweight would literally drag her finger as to be parallel to the ropes, taking solace underneath them. Ignoring the pleas of the referee somewhat, and her genuine queries over the state of Moira in terms of continuing the match itself, the heavyweight would curl somewhat under the ropes into a ball. Arms hugging her legs, defiant to all questions and efforts to pull her from them, the brunette merely lay, praying some of the agony went away.

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"You know, you should give up while you can. I'm starting to enjoy this quite a bit... and we've not even begun on my other finishers yet."

Takao's foot would come down hard on Moira's right shoulder, not far from her head. It was a cruel move but not fully what Takao had on mind.

"Your legs will be fine tomorrow... hopefully, both your arms will be as well. Let's see... spider choke or... ah, I know just the move."

The ball of pain and and curves would be violently hanked away from the ropes by two strong arms under her own. Those same arms would then quickly transition her into an incredibly painful hold; the rings of Saturn.

The Hold

"Do you know what we would call disabling all of an opponent's limbs back in the Seaside League dear?" She'd up the strain on both arms, attempting to bend them far, far back into their sockets. "Jellying... they'd be all helpless and flopping afterwards. Perfect to be enjoyed at our own leisure afterwards."

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With her arms locked in a hold not unlike those that leveraged her legs beyond their natural flexibility moments ago, Moira clenched her teeth shut. Agony riddling her figure, the brunette heavyweight didn't even let out a cry as she was held near the ropes, with arms devoid of being able to reach them. Shaking her head and kicking her legs upon the canvas, Moira simply prepared to give out those final words of submission, given that Takao was immune to every move she had thought of.

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"Before you scream, may I have a taste?"

Takao cranked both arms backwards until their elbows were almost touching. Yet before the full ear-splitting sound of a scream could be heard, she swooped in and locked her lips over Moira's. Takao was generally thought of as a mature, suave woman but here she was hungry and carnal. When their lips met, she loosened the hold just a little in her tense biceps but her hungry kiss pushed Moira's head back as if trying to dislocate her neck as well.

Her breath sucked at her opponent's as if trying to deny her air while her tongue tunnelled against the curvier woman's, teasing her saliva glands and the roof of her mouth. Soon, she released the hold and grabbed both wrists, slamming them down as she body pressed her fleshy opponent. Her thighs snaked around Moira's right left, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't make me put you through another leg lock now..." Her dense muscles crushed into Moira's chubby thigh, squishing hard enough until they found bone, and lightly wrenching it outwards. "Why don't I give you a more pleasurable defeat?"

Slowly, she'd grind her sweaty, tensed tummy up and down Moira's, rubbing seductively in snaking motions. Her massive breasts mashed and made Moira's mold to her own... while her legs would tense any time Moira seemed to struggle too much, reminding her how much more painful she could make this.

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The tender kiss planted to her lips did not detract from the agony Moira was in, given that her frame had been ragdolled left, right and centre. The body grind too, however pleasurable, only reminded Moira that her tummy was near flattened. Her legs and arms shaking at the increased torment, Moira could only offer one response, one she deemed necessary if saddening given her state.

She cried out submission.

Crying out as her figure turned placid, defeat now handed to her, Moira could only lay in her foes grip, somewhat praying for mercy and release, with eyes shut as tight as could be.

[LunarOcean]

"That wasn't so hard." Takao calmly spoke against Moira's saliva-covered mouth. The soreness in her body was only starting to set in and she wasn't quite paying attention to the applauds and announcements. It was a long fight and where she was from, victory tended to come with some rewards, such as the one laying underneath her. Slowly, her limbs untangled themselves from Moira, letting them become slack and idle. Yet her body did not show such mercy. Slowly she slid her own curvy form onto Moira's, flesh molding to tensed muscle, and she let the weight do the rest, settling in on top of her.

With Moira stretched out underneath her, Takao licked her lips and pressed herself against her - her cheek rubbed against Moira's almost affectionately, breasts mashing into those mountainous pairs, and her hard tummy sinking in just enough that Moira might feel her breaths becoming a bit strained. Slowly, she began to grind up and down, visibly mashing Moira almost like mashed potatoes. Takao hadn't just won; she was claiming Moira or at least it looked like that.

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To think Moira's time in the ring wasat an end would seemingly have been the foolish choice, as Moira was given a whole second, or perhaps not even that, before Takao went from defeating her to leaving a mark upon her. Now finding a busty, toned figure blanketing her, Moira could but let loose a lowly coo; the immense pain in her body now overshadowed by something other than agony for a moment. Takao pressed down hard, but it was far from a purely excruciating experience.

"Oohh...ahhh.." Moaning out as the smaller figure atop her found Moira's weak spot, using her iron abs to dig amongst Moira's curves as if there was buried treasure to be found, the heavier figures hands would hang tight upon her victors hips. The match had been painful from one bell to the other, but now it seemed, Takao was ready to give something other than punishment.

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By the way Moira moaned and her body felt like it tightened, Takao knew her abdominal muscle drilling had struck gold. Now, it was time to feast. Sucking on her cheeks, she arched her belly further forwards, squishing whatever token resistance remained and touching harder and tighter the sacred spot. Her crotch neared and slipped and slid, moist and sweaty from before now smoothing down her opponent's. Perking nipples against Moira's tit-flesh would almost vanish as her ballooning breasts, carried by arousal, would mold and squish into the curvier woman's.

Her whole body, tired yet tight with pleasure, would rock back and forth, her abs the bottom of a sideways-C curve that scraped and grinded at that fleshy tummy, wanting to feel it tighten and quiver underneath itself. Breasts slid and squished over breasts, crotch moistened and oiled down crotch; up and down went the sensual onslaught as Takao forced Moira's whole body to flatten or flex.