Arlise Christiaens Vs. Mizaki Tantka - A Bounce, A Smother And A Tapout

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Still feeling as might as could be, Mizaki's eyes came to that wandering hand, as it seemed the busty redhead before her had absolutely no intention of staying close. The blue haired beauty, cocky and confident, was not so unaware as to realise how easily Arlise could have gained that distance she so desired given the surface they were on. One mighty shove, and Mizaki herself could have been pushed onto her back, before springing up into the air.

"Going so soon?" Her confidence practically as suffocating as her scissors was, as her hand came to clench Arlise's mitt and ensure there'd be no shove today. Instead, the blue haired figure opted to take things to a standing state, pushing that hand low and out of the way before clenching her hands under and around her red-haired foes to force her to rise. She wasn't the strongest in the world, and given the stability of the surface the two were on, her foe had to be more willing than she was a dead weight in order to get her standing.

For when she did, the blue haired beauty would immediately switch her grip; wrapping both arms around the neck and chin of her stacked foe, in order to pull her cheek tight against her bosom!

Half smothering her and half headlocking her, Mizaki let out a hearty laughter as she tried to grate that good looking mug on her massive set, whilst watching the redhead from above all the while!

"You were soooo confident..weren't you...you big lump!"

[Winter]

Lise met the capture of her hand with not but a weak gasp and a distressed frown, quickly giving way to a wince at the fresh pain that coursed through her side with the sharp intake of breath. Her free palm pressed against the ailing rib, leaving the downed Battle Bunny to stare through partially lidded eyes at her useless, trapped hand in Mizak's grip. Instinct filled her with dread with what Mizaki might do to damage it in the same way she had damaged Arlise's vulnerable midriff. Her earlier pride forgotten, Lise, in her pained daze, could manage nothing beyond maintaining a feeble focus on the match and longing for an opportunity to regain her feet and cast Mizaki back down before her.

Mizaki unknowingly preyed on her desire. Relief struck as her hand was released, but with Mizaki following by grasping at Arlise's chin, trying to lift her, Lise was compelled to give in when her brief battle with Mizaki's strength worked a fresh knot into her aching sides and the notion that she could do something...more when on her feet gave her the determination to try. Her knees slid beneath her, and with a groan, Lise started to rise, only to stumble and resist crying out when the jerk of her body played at the same crushed rib.

And Mizaki took every advantage of the stumble. The redhead, already off-balance, fought to keep from almost hanging herself as Mizaki's arm cut into the side of her head and the familiar feeling of the woman's immense bust pillowed against the side of Titania's face and came close to smothering her again. Pitching forward, she was forced to lean her face more into Mizaki's breasts. Mauled into passivity even once she got herself partially standing, Lise moaned and, in spite of herself, whimpered pitiful complaints as she clasped at Mizaki's thighs to stay upright and endured the slow grind of Mizaki's chest against her reddening cheek.

She pried an eye open, staring through the tears that had been squeezed out of her at the expansive crowd watching her torture. Every one of them, people who could see better than the redhead that her submission came slowly, but steadily, to a gorgeous bunny loving every minute of her dominance.

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Mizaki was a moderately sized figure, breasts and rear aside, especially in comparison to the rest of LAW. But given what was occurring here and now before the masses? She couldn't help but feel mighty. Almost amazonian. And with that feeling, came even more extreme confidence.

"T'aww...you were really loud before...what's tha' matta'?" Her arm flexing and pressing Arlise's good looks further into her breasts, Mizaki's noggin' soon spurred up a more dominant hold to wrench the redhead in. One that she herself had experienced in the match thus far, be it in a different manner, and one that ideally she couldn't be countered in easily. A description somewhat unfitting to her current headlock-smother, given that she felt had Arlise been given a moment to catch her senses, she could have simply used that bouncy surface to trip both figures over!

"Tell you what...Why don't I cheer you up? You the sort to blush at compliments?" Figure already moving as that insanely-cocky tone carried out her words at a volume only audible to the redhead, Arlise would find the lightest of pushes to her back as Mizaki released her headlock. She didn't want the girl stumbling to the surface of the trampoline, and she didn't want the redhead simply being allowed to straighten up. Although, she didn't have any issue with the redhead doing the latter, once she had manoeuvred into the position she sought.

Namely, behind her stacked foe, with her large bust stabbing into her back!

A huge grin to her mug as her true intentions became apparent, Arlise would find a firm set of biceps snagging around her figure was she not quick enough to react. Those arms, most certainly locking with intent to embrace Arlise for a good long while, curiously enough did not lock around the vulnerable waistline of her tiring foe, nor under her large orbs with intent to pressure those ribs.

But rather, around Arlise's bust!

Hands locking if barely given the size of that massive chest, as Mizaki opted to lock in a reverse bearhug that was not outright crushing, but borderline humiliating! And painfully sharp, given she was squeezing with intent to mushroom Arlise's breasts near enough up to the sky!

"Well...NOW I think you've got the bigger chest!"

[Winter]

Her capacity for self-preservation fraying with every grind of her face into Mizaki's overwhelmingly swallowing cleavage, Lise struggled to do more than claw at her captor with fingernails that skimmed feebly down the sides of Mizaki's bunny suit. Only to the Battle Bunny was it not evident that this did her no good, while the ministrations rubbed her cheek raw and sent her in and out of struggling gasps for breath and whimpers. A time or two, her feet struggled to find leverage, but gave up quickly when the struggle to find it was too much against all of her pain and daze.

Then, all at once, it was gone, and a moaning Arlise fell onto her hands and knees at the shove on her back to stare through the tears at the trampoline beneath her and her own, embarrassingly weakened arms. She gathered two breaths and started to will herself upwards with no sense of how far gone she was from a chance to simply stand and strike back.

She felt warm breasts pressing into her back and arms wrapping around her torso again for her trouble, and grey eyes flew wide when she dreaded that they would slip to her ribs again to truly shatter them. In an uncharacteristic desperation, Lise tried to pull forward and away, but she sank deeply into those arms and was pulled backwards like a wrangled calf.

Lise stared blankly towards the blurry crowd before the pressure came not around her ailing ribs, but swallowed her upper body in a constriction of arms and two different pairs of giant breasts, with her chest trapped in the middle of it all. "Nnn-" Her first breath came choked, and body ached, but the hold gave her entirely too much awareness of the taunting that she was having to endure.

She rasped and grimaced at her own shame and barely motivated her tired arms, suspended by Mizaki's grip, to try and reach back and grab Mizaki. What she would do with her if she managed, she didn't know, but she wanted an ear or her top or anything she could grab hold of to put a stop to this horror.

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Locking in a move for perhaps the first time in their encounter that couldn't be unhindered by the bounciness of the trampoline, Mizaki did so with gusto; really pressing her bust against the shoulder blades of that stacked redhead, as her arms began to work overtime on the chest-hug. Her grip could have been disrupted by the bounciness normally, mind, but this time, Mizaki was almost expecting it. Had their frames begun to jostle up and down, or even fall flat to their size, Mizaki would simply dead weight her foe as she continued to latch onto her.

Needless to say, if Arlise wanted red of Mizaki's bust-hug, she'd have to pry apart those arms herself!

Chest seemingly inflating within Mizaki's rather firm embrace, the blue haired beauty attempted to shimmy her head one way then the other as those hands inevitably came to try and find the release button. Shaking her stacked foe from left and right in the process, perhaps making whichever arm was playing limp flop around to the other side as if it were a boneless fish, Mizaki's grin said it all.

"Wow Arlise..you are soooooo busty..!" She'd roar, performing one particularly tight upwards compression, almost as if trying to force the redheads breakfast out from within her. A motion that in the process, near enough doubled the size of Arlises' goods.

"No wonder you're such a smug bitch!" Arms settling soon after, Mizaki would attempt to rest her head on the chin of her redhead foe inbetween moments of squeezing, and moving said head to avoid those hands. All the while, her own stiff bust continued to turn a shade stiffer, with her thick thighs serving as something of a standing seat for her foes rather large rear.

[Winter]

Mortification spurned on her attempts to grasp at any part of Mizaki she could find, hair or flesh or strip of clothing. More potent than the increasing ache at first, Arlise's sad state, being forced to stay upright and gape at the crowd in her misery, made her far too aware of how many people were watching her, a Battle Bunny who was meant to be crowd-pleasing and fearsome, being handled like she was nothing but...

...the other bunny's bitch and play-thing. The moment the pang of shame rang in her head with the realization at the same moment Mizaki's arms thrust upwards, leaving the Battle Bunny with her arms flailing and an extremely rare curse pushing through her lips alongside a gasp of pain. "Fuuuuck..."

The burst of pressure made Lise all at once more consumed by her aching torso, from her neck down to her bellybutton, than by her humiliation, and she rolled her head back to spill hair over Mizaki's chest and shoulders as her fighting became less trying to grasp and more trying to straighten her upper body to relieve...anything. But there was nowhere to go, and it felt to her like Mizaki's endless curves were inescapable as they pressed and rubbed and ground against her back.

Her whimpers continued, but to the great pleasure of the crowd watching her curves being compressed into weapons used against her, surrendering still did not cross her mind. She put most of her focus on keeping her feet beneath her, an increasingly difficult task.

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More and more, Mizaki felt godly upon the redheads back. And whilst she didn't particularly need to, her arms only wrapped tighter, nearly having her hands cross far enough to reach either elbow. All the while, the mainstay of the pressure upon Arlise's frame likely came from those giant breasts to her back, near enough stabbing into her shoulder blades now.

"You're done..." Mizaki would grin, feeling her body having to exert more purely to keep the redhead upright. Although right now, the idea of falling atop Arlise and hugging the life out of her only became more and more likely. Even if she knew the two frames would be bouncing hard, given the trampoline beneath them. Right now however, Mizaki could only imagine the sight for the audience and ref both of their standing upright figures. The redheads giant bust felt damn near huge in her hands; she could barely stop herself licking her lips at the imagined sight from the front.

"Just say it..!" Wiggling her shoulders to make Arlise do the same, Mizaki nudged her own head into those red locks hard enough for a minor ache upon her skull, in effort to spur some life from her stacked foe.

"Say it..bitch!"

[Winter]

The more Mizaki crushed her with two pairs of breasts, including the redhead's own, the more the exhaustion crept in as the next stage of her misery. Between trying to keep herself straightened to reduce the pain, her aching ribs, and her panting breaths, the ability to keep battling against the trap began to leave her while her muscles weakened and did not match her will. Her pretty face scrunched, tears forming at the sides of her eyes as if squeezed straight out of her, as her arms started to fall and dangle, matching her feet down below as her toes just brushed the trampoline.

Mizaki's demand and shake that seemed to rattle Lise's every rib, the Battle Bunny released another uncharacteristic mewl. Her hands and arms, given one last burst of energy to try to stop Mizaki from inflicting pain as her well-manicured hands gripped at her opponent's forearms. There was not an inch for her fingers to fit between her own boobs and Mizaki's tight grip.

Defeated by the discovery, Lise whined and heard Mizaki's words through her miserable fog. That she should give up. Give in.

She still did not, because that would be more humiliating, even as her body started to slump once more.

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Perhaps surprisingly though, Mizaki's utterly nightmarish compression soon lowered, ceasing from a never ending constriction of that thick core, to the occasional pull inwards on Arlise's belly button. Purely, because this didn't intend to be the way Mizaki brought about this fiery redheads end. That was, unless she wanted it!

"Hey.." Mizaki grinned, blowing a hot gasp right on the redheads ear, as her arms stayed latched just in case the battle bunny suddenly have a second wind.

"How do you want me to mash you in front of alllll these people? Come on...don't be shy..." Her signature, if extremely cocky tendency to offer her opponents the means of their demise shown, Mizaki had no issue with working with whatever response given to her by Arlise, regardless of what it would be. After all, in the POW stipulation to follow, anything and everything she did would be on her own terms, and her own ideas.

It was nice to give Arlise one last semblance of choice, she felt.

[Winter]

With the fatigue and the constant crunching pain blocking out nearly everything else, Lise reactions and moans started to become distant. With it all mixing into a too-familiar white noise in her mind, a tell-tale sign that the Battle Bunny should be more worried than she was able to be, she popped her gray eyes open just long enough to see through the squeezed-out tears that her vision was getting dim and spotty.

The discovery made Lise snap and jerk, but when that hurt her more, her eyes fell shut and her limbs went limp again. The only thought in her mind was that she simply couldn't fight it anymore, battling with the part of her that never wanted to quit fighting.

Then, the pressure let up, and the breath that puffed over her sensitive ear roused her the slightest bit.

Even being propped up caused her pain, since her breathing did, and Lise rested against Mizaki's curves with her head lolling but eyes strained open and staring down at her own chest, currently her greatest enemy.

At first she didn't process what Mizaki had said. She thought it was another taunt. But as the crowd's chants started to creep into her ears and make sense in her mind...they said "finish her, finish her"...the words gained clarity.

How did she...want her to mash her? A touch of panic stroked through her mind when she didn't completely understand it. All she could think was that the woman was going to take her by the chest or ribs again and torture her once more. "L...let...let me...go!", she whined, thrashing once, not nearly with enough strength to escape.