Fallen Goddess - Mary and Neith

[Darius 2.0]

The bearhug was textbook; a true testament to Mary's skill in applying such domineering holds. Mary could already feel Neith's muscles withering away against Mary's strength. It was an amazing feeling. Mary had only started squeezing the Egyptian a for few minutes, but clearly Neith was not used to such strength being used against her, and was starting succumb more and more as the seconds ticked by. But even as tight as the embrace was, Mary found a way to make it even tighter by readjusting Safiya in her grip and plunging her head into the woman's breast to offer her even more leverage. The result was an even more insane squeeze!

Though Mary couldn't see Safiya now and could barely hear her cries nestled between the woman's breasts, she could imagine the strain she was going through right now just fine. Naturally, being confined between such a large pair of boobs left with little in the way of air, but the blonde could hold her breath for quite a long time; a luxury that her victim could not afford right now! Mary's seemingly endless reserves of strength continued to be applied to compress poor Neith's body, forcing the oxygen out of her taxed lungs and allowing no new breaths to enter! Idly, she could feel the strap of her one-piece being tugged at, meaning at least one of the Egyptian's arms must have slipped lose. But since Mary had encased her head in a protective shield that was her opponent's own chest, there was little Safiya could do to properly attack her!

After squeezing Neith nonstop for the last little while (an impressive feat on its own), Mary would deem to loosen her hold slightly on the Egyptian's frame, allowing the Egyptian the briefest of breaths. Of course, Mary would just as quickly flex her arms tight around her once again for a full strength squeeze, only to once again let up! Mary would keep up this 'squeeze and release' game for several minutes, and each time she squeezed she would bring her captive to the brink of unconsciousness before letting her go and bringing her back.

It would be like dunking Neith's head underwater over and over again, as Mary sought to squeeze every last bit of potential fight out of the Egyptian!

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At first, Safiya held the strap of Mary's top as if her life depended on it. As if it held some secret to her escape. It seemed to her the one thing she could still claim to have some control over in this predicament, and she yanked and pulled on it a couple of times while some small amount of composure and willpower she found deep within prevented her from completely breaking while Mary tortured her midriff and forced her breathing to become deathly shallow. But when her ripping at the strap resulted in nothing, nor did one pitiful chop she leveled at the back of the blonde's neck, terror flooded the Egyptian.

She screamed again from that terror, not just from her usual expression of anger or pain. The beauty barely had the strength, but she tried one last time to try an escape that she thought she might still find. Her palms and fingers drove down into Mary's shoulders, and the session mistress tried to push herself upward. But the only thing she strained was her leotard, which nearly abandoned half her breasts and the entirety of her ass; her body remained contorted between Mary's arms, her sides in agony and her breaths coming in small, inconsistent jolts. She panicked further when a breath didn't come to her, and her lips moved to form a please that she did not have enough breath to make audible. She had to negotiate now, she had to-

At that moment, she nearly slipped unconscious the first time. Her head grew light and fell back. But she snapped back to attention long enough to feel a short reprieve. "You're killing-", she started to plead, for a rare moment in her life sounding utterly pitiful. Then she was squeezed again. And again. And again. And again. With each one, Safiya's head sank lower, her arms and legs hang more loosely, and she began to look more and more like an actual life-sized doll in Mary's arms rather than a living woman.

What little thought she had left in her oxygen-deprived brain was filled with disbelief. This didn't happen to her. The goddess did not find herself at anyone else's mercy. She was too smart, too clever. And she had no clue what to do with helplessness.

[Darius 2.0]

Over and over again, Mary's arms would pulse with power around Neith's waist in a cruelly effective way to drain her victim of all her energy while still keeping her conscious! Every time it looked like Neith was about to pass out in her arms, Mary would let up, giving the Egyptian just enough oxygen to stay awake before squeezing her all over again! Naturally, Mary was over the moon having such an intimate cuddle session with just a cute looking woman, though she couldn't exactly express those feelings vocally within Neith's bosom! Naturally, this meant she couldn't hear much either, such as Safiya's pitiful plea for mercy.

It probably wouldn't have done her much good anyway.

Finally, after a good minute and a half of cuddling Neith like she was a teddy bear, Mary would finally come up for air between the woman's breasts! "Phew!" Mary gasped, taking in a large breath when she emerged from Safiya's cleavage. "I got a little carried away there! I just have such a hard time controlling myself sometimes around beautiful wrestlers like you!" By this time, Mary will have loosened her arms around the Egyptian's waist to the point where she was no longer squeezing. Rather, she would hold the semi-conscious beauty in her arms not unlike one would a sleepy child.

Mary would turn her head to notice the strap of her one-piece had been torn. "Oh, shoot," she sighed. "That's too bad. I rarely get to wear this one. Oh well. It would hardly be the first time this happened, I suppose." Smiling, Mary would give Safiya a little jostle in her arms, as if to rouse the woman somewhat. "I hope you're still good to continue, Ms. Safiya. We still have a lot of time left on our session together!"

It was then that Mary would try to shift the session wrestler in her grip, moving to wrap one, powerful arm around Neith's waist before moving her to her side. In a frightening display of power, Mary would tuck the curvy Egyptian under her one arm, holding her against her side while she hung in the air! "Now let's make use of the big, comfy bed, shall we?" Mary giggled. With her free hand, she would grab the tripod that housed the still recording camera, then turn and start heading towards the king-sized bed, carrying poor Safiya along with her!

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Truly, Safiya, despite her lack of self-awareness, did fall prone to frequent overreaction. But after her pain-addled and breath-starved brain became convinced that perhaps this dire situation could indeed be happening to her and that she might, for once, have no control over her situation, the Egyptian did wonder if Mary would succeed in killing her. That fear roused her slightly, giving the faintest strength to the one arm that she felt like she could raise and bringing clear, desperate panic into her blue eyes in the moments she could open them through the tears that had been squeezed out.

That one arm, however, still could not do much. Safiya scraped her nails across the woman's bulging, muscular back and would have tried pulling at her hair had Mary not emerged from between her breasts to reveal herself. But seeing the woman's face gave her a new way to release her panic. "You're...killing...me....", she said, finding each word slightly easier to release. Slowly, the pressure around her sides started to lessen. Muscles started to ease. Her body, for the first time in minutes, relaxed. The goddess looked all the worse for wear without the woman holding her upright, and she slowly slipped forward until her forehead was resting on Mary's shoulder, gasping in breaths.

Everything hurt, and for the first time in many, many years, Safiya felt pathetic.

She hated it. For all of her anger at people who hurt her, people who made her feel anything less than the goddess she held herself to be, the Egyptian could borderline consider murder.

But she could not summon that degree of anger, so stripped as she was of her capacity to do much more than dangle and try to survive. Her feet bounced lightly against Mary's knees and thighs, a testament to just how little was left in her. It still felt as if her torso was trying to return to its normal form. She could barely even process what Mary was saying. "I'm not..." she weakly muttered, the worst half-covered by Mary's bare skin, as the woman stated she hoped Safiya could continue.

She squealed in pain yet again as the big blonde shifted her around, and it was only with that fresh application of pain that Safiya's fighting spirit at least returned in part. "Fucking stop moving me!", she yelped, as she felt herself getting folded in half, right across the abdominals that felt like they had been shoved back against her stomach. No longer was Mary supporting her figure...her arms and legs dangled, and Safiya opened her eyes to see the floor passing beneath her while Mary's feet trotted along like nothing was amiss.

Safiya grabbed at a piece of furniture they passed, trying to hold on for dear life, but her fingers slipped free. "Let me go! I'll make...you pay for this, stupid violent...whore!"

[Darius 2.0]

After squeezing Safiya into a near coma, it was impressive that Mary had any strength left at all. But not only did the bubbly blonde manage to keep the session wrestler in the air, she managed to do so using just the strength of her one arm! Such was the power of Mary Bloom; monstrous strength wrapped up in one big, curvy package! Instead of using her power for good, however, thew heavyweight chose to crush and dominate any who catches her fancy, as the Goddess Neith was about to discover tonight!

Tucking Safiya like she was a stack of papers under one arm and grabbing the camera tripod in the other, Mary would trot across the room as she headed towards the large bed that had been set up for matches. The amazon looked to be as happy as could be, as if she was about to have lunch with friends rather than about to smother and squeeze poor Neith into oblivion! She was even humming as she walked along! Even her victim stirring to life, desperately trying to grab any piece of furniture she get her hands on whilst slinging insults her way, did little to phase or even slow Mary down!

It was only after they arrived at the foot of the bed that Mary came to a stop. She looked down at the comfy looking surface of the mattress and smiled, glad that she had arranged this location for her conquest. It would make for a comfy place to really cuddle up with the curvy Egyptian! "Okay, here we are!" Mary announced happily. She would then set the camera into place so that it pointed to the bed, where it could capture every moment that happened there. "Oh, looks nice and cozy! Should be perfect! You test it out first!"

As easily as she had carried Neith, Mary would now twist her body before releasing her, intending to send her sailing through the air! She would aim to throw the Goddess right onto the bed, boucing her on its soft surface where she would land on her back, facing the ceiling. If she managed that, and Safiya was laid out on the bed before her, Mary would make her next move! With a smile, the big blonde would leap towards the bed, aiming herself to land right on top of Safiya with a full body splash! Mary would aim to land her body perpendicular to that of Neith's, flattening the woman's entire form underneath her own, and landing her massive chest right onto the Egyptian's face!

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She wouldn't listen.

"Answer me! I-" Safiya had to stop and whine out when a slight shift in the woman's gait made her tortured midsection turn into a thousand tiny, jabbing needles. She answered that by punching Mary in the back of the knee with punches that the goddess imagined to be fear-inducing but, in reality, amounted to little more than a handful of thumps in her current state. "I want you to...listen!" But Mary did not, and after one more attempt to grab at the nightstand, only succeeding in knocking a lamp off of it in the process, the Egyptian beauty just screamed out sounds of frustration with no words to support them. She tired almost instantly, however, her breaths still coming in shallow lumps with the way she was bent after the round of squeezing.

Just as she flopped into misery, she felt Mary's grip shift. What had the bitch just said? Something about testing the- Safiya's blue eyes flew wide when she felt the woman hefting her up in the air. "Don't you- NAAAHW!"

The other thing the session goddess hated: being thrown.

She screamed in spite of her agony all the way as she careened through the air. Despite hearing Mary's statement about the bed, Safiya was not convinced that was what she would hit before she actually landed on the mattress, but her reaction to the landing was equally dramatic to a potential landing on the floor. The Egyptian flopped and arched her back, letting out a groan that sounded like a woman freshly recovering from a powerbomb. After the initial shock, however, the rage began to drip from her, all heaving chest and clenching teeth. "Don't. Throw me!", she shrieked.

Her answer was to see Mary flying at her from the side. Safiya shrieked again, this time from fear, and started to protect herself with a roll and raised arm.

She didn't make it, and the goddess' experience was another first. The woman's breasts flattened her pretty face first, a tit crushing down against her mouth and one against her forehead and eyes, and that impact had the goddess going lifeless even before the rest of Mary's weight crushed down upon her chest, shoulders, and head, leaving only the Egyptian's legs and motionless hands visible. A small, pitiful, muffled moan was the only other response.

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If Mary was at all bothered by Safiya's constant struggling or biting words, she certainly wasn't showing it! She looked happy as can be as she strolled with the Egyptian over to the bed, almost reminiscent of a child getting ready to play with her new toy. Unfortunately for Safiya, that comparison was very close to what was actually happening now, with the session wrestler being the toy that Mary was eager to play with! She practically laughed when she threw her victim onto the bed, much to the chagrin of Neith herself, but once again her protests were ignored, because the next thing her victim knew, Mary was launching herself at the Egyptian!

Mary's fall had been broken by both the soft bed and Safiya's soft body, meaning that the blonde was perfectly fine upon landing! Though it seemed the same could not be same about the Goddess underneath her! Mary could feel the miserable moan that rose up from Safiyah through her boobs, making the blonde giggle in amusement. For the moment, she stayed where she was with her pillowy chest completely enveloping the Egyptian's face, cutting off her airways as she smothered her deeply.

"Awww, poor little thing is all tuckered out," Mary cooed to no one in particular. One of her hands would then move to gently stroke the hair on the top of Safiya's head, the only part of the woman that remained visible underneath Mary's breasts! "So cute. But we're still so early into our session! You can have a nice, long rest once we're done here. I'll even help you out with that..."

Mary would then swing herself overtop of Safiya's body, moving to straddle her while at the same time keeping her chest on top of the Egyptian's face! Mary's long, powerful legs would then coil themselves around Safiya's, trapping them in place. At the same time, Mary would take Safiya's hands within her own and entwine their fingers together intimately, and would then use that grip to pin the Egyptian's hands to the soft mattress. Should Mary achieve all this without fail, she would then flex her legs and forcibly spread Safiya's outward! Applying a grapevine/breast smother combination hold, Mary would spread Safiya's legs in a painful and humiliating fashion, all while smothering her deep within the confines of her cleavage. With Mary pinning the session wrestler so completely to the mattress, there would be little chance of breaking free!

All the while the camera continued to record...

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It was... it was everywhere. Nothing but tit, nothing but feminine scent. No breath to be found, only sucking on material. Even moving her jaw, trying to give it some relief from the pressure crushing it out of its natural position, left some of that material in her mouth. She moaned again, somehow more pitifully than the first, as she did everything she could to move her arms and find purchase. Something to hold, something to pull this weight off of her. Her brain struggled to chug along in the face of the onslaught of misery, and with its struggle, she merely planted her hands all over the curves trying to flatten her.

But sharper thought tried to return when a hand began kneading through her hair. The wandering, desperate hands balled into fists and filled with new purpose as she pulled and clawed and wrenched at anything she could find. No more than ten seconds into her struggle, though, the breathlessness of the smother got the best of her, and though her mind continued to rage, her body became docile.

That was before the situation grew far worse. Feeling Mary move, Safiya could almost sense a chance to escape, her instincts almost breaking through the pain and rage and misery, telling her that she merely needed to get her legs in the right place and she would have this bitch begging-

Safiya lost control of her hands first. She tried to push up as she felt hers being laced up in Mary's like a lover, but all she could do was scream into breast flesh and strain to no effect. Soon they were pinned, and Safiya's instincts? They didn't offer another peep as she groaned and grumbled and used what she should have noticed was the last of her fading strength, and worse, the last of her breath as she continued to suck at flesh rather than oxygen.

But it grew even worse. Safiya screamed at the top of her lungs - nothing more than muffled cries and vibrations - as her inflexible form was split down the middle by one of the only pairs of curvy legs in LAW thicker than her own. Agony filled every waking thought, and Safiya would have rolled and raged if her body had an inch of space to move. As it was, the screaming only continued, and the crushed woman went rigid as Mary crushed and spread her out in a way she had never before experienced.

Her agony was the only thing keeping her awake.

[Darius 2.0]

In addition to being stronger than Safiya, Mary was also quite a bit bigger than her. When her long limbs entwined themselves with the Egyptian's they dominated her in every aspect, easily able to keep her pinned to the bed despite her instinctual efforts to break free of her grasp. Then when she applied that grapevine, Mary was surprised to see who inflexible Safiya was in that area. Not that it mattered; Mary would aim to test the limits of that flexibility anyways! Not only that, Mary also aimed to extend her arms outward as well, taking Safiya's entwined hands with her, and because of Mary's longer limbs, this meant Safiya's arms and shoulders would extended to their limits as well! The blonde bombshell would stretch her poor victim's limbs in every direction, spreading her out like a starfish, acting as the human equivalent of a medieval rack!

Oh, the screams that came from under Mary's boobs! Though they were mostly muted, Mary could feel each one of them reverberate through her chest, sending a shiver of pleasure racing up her spine! She knew that the Egyptian session wrestler would be an excellent target of conquest for her! One look at her online profile and Mary could tell Safiya was used to being the dominator and not the dominated. Those were exactly the types of people Mary loved to crush; the ones who would fight back with all their might to avoid becoming Mary's plaything! She simply adored smothering and squeezing that fight out of them, breaking them down bit by bit until they just accepted their role as Mary's toy. It would be quite a fun session to get Safiya to that point, but if there was one thing Mary loved, it was a challenge!

After several minutes of stretching and smothering poor Safiya to her limits, weakening her within the prison of her boobs, Mary would decide to let up on the on the full body grapevine. She would relax her arms and legs, releasing them from holding down Safiya's own, freeing the Egyptian's limbs entirely. Soon after, Mary would raise her boobs off of Safiya's face as well, freeing her from the heavy smother, though the blonde would still remain laying on top of her. "Why hello there," Mary would giggle. After having lifted her chest off the Egyptian's face, Mary would loom over the woman, her kind smile and gorgeous emerald eyes masking a complete lack of mercy. "In case you haven't worked it out, I'm going to be using you as my toy for this evening. Any objections to that?"

Hopefully before Safiya could answer, Mary would drop her chest down right on top of her face again, resuming the suffocating smother, only this time Mary would aim to wrap her arms around Safiya's head as well, allowing her to pull her even deeper into her cleavage. If she managed that, Mary would then try to roll onto her side on the bed, taking Safiya along with her. As soon as she did, she would move to wrap those long, deadly legs of hers around Safiya's waist, aiming to catch her arms in the process as well! Should she succeed, Mary would lock her ankles together and begin to apply a mighty squeeze to the waist of her victim, bodyscissoring her hard while she smothered her at the same time! "I didn't think so...."

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Rage without fangs led to more and more rage. It was an overbearing fire of fury that burned in Safiya's mind, the kind that saw vases shattered and holes earn fresh holes from fists. The one that would have seen her claw this woman's eyes out if she had a chance. Not the threat. Not an empty promise. She would do it, and she wouldn't care if she found herself blind in the aftermath. And all that rage burned for absolutely nothing, only surviving on its intensity.

Because the pain? The pain was even more horrible than her anger.

The equally desperate and angry screams began to tilt toward the desperate as the seconds dragged longer. All that rage, and she couldn't move her leg. Bend her knee. Flex a bicep. She was stretched out as if on a torture rack, every ligament, joint, and muscle starting to wail their agony. If not for the sounds, the slight shifting of her face as she tried to find somewhere to escape the seal of Mary's tits, and her flexing fingers and feet, no one would have even been able to tell she was alive. She was frozen in time, and as it dragged on, another horror crept into her mind - humiliation. But the pain continued to win, right up until the helpless Egyptian nearly went black despite the pain.

Mary lifted off of her in the millisecond before she passed out from suffocation and pain. Safiya breathed like she surfaced from minutes underwater, but the distant look in her nearly shuttered eyes and the fact that she barely moved said that she only teetered at the edge of consciousness otherwise. She still couldn't breathe; Mary's weight continued to rob her of any more crisp breaths. It was obvious, too, that she had no idea that she should try to maintain her freedom, and no idea what Mary said to her. She just moaned. It was a state completely unfamiliar to her mind.

And she was dragged under, back between Mary's breaths before she made any further recovery or found her fury again. She just mewled into Mary's breasts, and barely more than a ragdoll, she had no resistance to the giant pair of legs wrapping around her, stuffing her hands against her own butt and leaving her in a somehow worse position than even before. At the first squeeze, she screamed and jolted as if blasted with electricity, but the fighting passed in favor of the momentary reprieve of unconsciousness when it became too much.