Ianthe Taylor vs. Bubbles Burste - The Two Towers

[BlackAkuma]

Laying on the floor with a heavy body on top of her - a rare feeling for Bubbles Burste but not at all unwelcome. She was accustomed to being on top and doing all the offense. Even in the matches she lost, she usually spent most of her time dominating until her opponent found a way to turn the tide against her. She was rarely on the back foot, rarely overpowered, always the aggressor. Bubbles Burste bursted you, not the other way around.

But not one told Ianthe that, and she welcomed the development. The nun showed her naughtiest side as she reached out, grabbed Bubbles’ wrists, and pinned her to the floor, anchoring her with her weight and boundless strength. The Virgin Killer struggled trying to push them off and wrest free, but she might as well have been trying to dislodge metal shackles. Her legs came next, as Ianthe wrapped one of them up with her own, closing in them with a grip like hardened steel. And then there was the grinding in the middle, as the nun pressed down and imposed her iron will through her iron core. Muscle against muscles, sliding and pressing, growing slick with sweat.

It all left her panting hard, breathing heavily as Ianthe pushed down on her. She met every dominating thrust with one of her own and bit her lip as the pleasure surged through their bodies like a flow from electricity wherever they touched. She cooed as their breasts mushroomed against each other, expanding out to ludicrous legs, and she shook her chest to wiggle them even deeper. Pressing with an intensity that could’ve crushed hands.

But she was far from beaten, even though this would’ve looked like a bad start in the eyes of many. When Ianthe laughed her way, she had a quick chuckle herself. She’d figured Mariah would come into the conversation sooner or later. It was inevitable. ”Wife, actually.” She giggled and looked up Ianthe’s way with a coy smile. ”I’m good, but if you’re trying to please her? You gotta take it up a notch, sister. Mariah don’t impress easy.”

As if to demonstrate, she leaned up and pressed their lips together, taking a kiss and sucking at her lip. Her tongue slipped into Ianthe’s mouth and probed about as if searching for a partner to play with.

[SeptaX1]

In many senses the imperatrix could respect how much enjoyment her adversary took to this domineering rubbing position. Other girls are... stiff to say the least. Some would be simply repulsed at the idea of getting grinded down with a set of hungry abs, and turned into an aroused mush by a starved body lover. Yet this babe, on the surface atleast, was enamored in being the test subject for this hydraulic press. The way her panting got heavier and eyes looked beseeched for the goddess's womanhandling touch spoke volumes. A touch Ianthe was more than happy to provide. The thrust of iron core against metal was like a blacksmith's hammer bashing at molten element to mold and meld into the perfected state. This ideal image in Ianthe's mind however, was a shattered piece, something left unable to conjure even an ounce of strength.

As the scrape and chafe of their bodies continued, another sensation full of contact came into actuality. A kiss of the lips. A French-style at that. Such a sign of love was just that to most people, love. However, love was also a battlefield and the illustrious blonde did not believe the kiss was not simply to be enjoyed. It was a way to stamp authority, and her tongue's partner was not to be given any quarter. Moist lips of plump peach met in an erotic showdown testing the skills of the lustful lovemakers. Ianthe's tongue swirled and pronged at Bubbles's looking to get the woman even more hot and bothered. Faces conjoined and throats blocked from mouthy respiration, simply left to witness the literally breathtaking scenery. Heart-shaped pupils stared into the initiator's eyes before eventually Ianthe would move up and away to break the kiss momentarily.

"Haah...haah. How must your wife think of this adultery~?" The panting nun cracked a smile as she sarcastically commented. "Though... I can't deny how good that felt. " The imperatrix cooed her honesty. The thread of saliva between their departed lips slurped away with her tongue.

"But... I think we may enhance our strong sentiments to an even more senseless euphoria~" With that, Ianthe's head went in for round two with Bubbles's lips, shadowing her previous advances with a tongue exploring for its rival. However, there was more to this than just a kiss.

The nun's arms shifted, pulling the other wrestler's back down to her sides. Now, she would attempt to fully ensnare the foe into a trapping ground bearhug. Momentarily, Ianthe's grip on the wrists would lax before re-latching to glue Bubbles's sizable arms to her own body. This would allow her to completely serpent arms around back, completely locking the damned sinner ito a fully-encompassing hug. If this succeeded, the Brit would compress even tighter, matched with the interlocking of the legs, and breath-starving kiss. Every passing second would put the opponent under a hot, painful, crushing, and all of the above squeeze.

[BlackAkuma]

What did Mariah think of this adultery? She thought it was one of the hottest thing she had ever seen. In the Top 5, at least, and this was no small thing coming from the wife of Bubbles Burste. It was rare to see two women like this go at it - so close in size and strength, both with this undeniable thirst for hedonism. A truly rare thing to watch, and it had her on the edge of her seat, leaning in to get a good look as the nun tried to crush her partner into oblivion. Their bodies were so hot and sweaty that it was hard to tell where one woman ended and the other began.

More than anything, she wanted to be inside that box.

But for now, she was content to sit back and watch as her wife went to war with the nun, with the two titaness grinding against each other in messy mass. Bubbles moaned into Ianthe’s mouth as their tongues dueled, vying for supremacy, taking territory on one side only to give it up on another. Their breasts mashed together, slid along the sides, molded and mashed, and moved as if they had a mind.

It was a mesmerizing dance of flesh, and she could’ve done it forever, but it seemed like Ianthe had other ideas. Aggressive ideas. Ideas involved wrapping Bubbles’ arms up in a tight bearhug and squeezing her like a tube of toothpaste. The Virgin Killer cried out as the pressure poured down her middle, as the nun’s steely arms threatened to crush bones in their embrace.

Good stuff. But Bubbles wasn’t without her weapons. As Ianthe’s arms did their work, a pair of robust legs shot out and wrapped themselves around her waist. The ankles clasped together, muscles surged, and the nun would find herself in the grip of a bodyscissors, clamping down on her waist like an implacable grip. Bubbles arched her back and put her all into the move, letting her thighs swell to their maximum size as she bore into her opponent’s core.

Through it all, she couldn't help but chuckle, even as Ianthe to grind her chest into a pulp. ”This as good for you as it is for me?”

[SeptaX1]

A rare grunt sounded out of the imperatrix's mouth. Even as Ianthe locked her prey into a succulent hug, the prey did not want to simply relish in its submissive fate. Now, the weapons of her opponent completely clamped around her waist, giving a rather painful sensation. When one is sandwiched between a pair of legs of the Bubbles strain, one can expect a broken rib or two. Yet, even faced with this rather crushing reality, the imperatrix still decided to crack a smirk. Her core strength was not something to be brushed off. The goddess's abs were not a mere show piece, but functional and resonant. Whilst unpleasant, Ianthe was still far from mortally wounded, and less so unresourceful.

"You know, I thought you were enjoying getting a good rub down love.." The nun replied with a slight dissapointment in her tone. Truly it was a thrill to hear the cries of her illustrious foe, sweat-lathered hot and bothered tummy bellowing under a carnal set of arousal-hard abs. The primordial desire was ever present.

Ianthe's feet planted on the floor. Arms that had circumvented like ropes around Bubbles's back would retract. A deep water pressure around Bubbles's waist would alleviate as her full-body grip laxed. Unfulfilled muscles taking the heat of the intimacy and now pain regrettably fell back. Almost like a pushup, the blonde would attempt to lift her entire body off the floor, using feet and hands planted down to bring herself back up. The lift would involve bringing her opponent's legs and lower body up for a second act.

If Ianthe successfully pulled herself up, she would place her hands on the legs scissoring her waist and pull them apart. Then, while maintaining them in her grasp, would simultaneously turn herself as well as Bubbles around. Back faced towards back as the imperatrix would shuffle her legs away from the fellow heavyweight's inner thighs to the outside. She would apply a simple Boston Crab to fully reverse the disposition and dynamic set by Bubbles's resistance. Stretch and stretch, Ianthe would make sure her foe got a wonderful taste.

[BlackAkuma]

It wasn’t everyday that Bubbles crushed someone with a bodyscissor, but then, it wasn’t every day that she had an opponent who made this sort of thing necessary. Most of her foes were so small that such a move could crush them in half if she weren’t careful - as aggressive as the Virgin Killer could be, she strived hard not to live up to her namesake. She took no small pride in the fact that she had never, not even once, sent her opponent home with anything worse than a bruised pelvis.

But that wasn’t a problem with Ianthe, was it? No, the nun could take everything she dished out and more, so Bubbles had no qualms locking her legs and powering down, letting her thighs harden and swell. Judging from the response, it was having an effect. ”I was.” Bubbles grunted out her reaction as she applied a few jolts of power, cutting into her opponent’s waist. ”But a girl has to stay mobile, you know? Share the love. Can’t let you run the whole show, you know?”

Most women would’ve been crying out for mercy at this point, screaming to the high heavens. Ianthe was hurting, but not so much that it stopped her from moving. She abandoned the bearhug and rose, bringing Bubbles’ legs along for the ride. The Virgin Killer looked on, puzzled as to what her opponent’s next move would be, when she pressed her hands against her thighs, pushed, and…

”Hey, whoa, wow!” Bubbles was caught off guard when the nun pried her thighs apart and got free, suddenly making her position far less advantageous. It probably didn’t help that she was sweaty, but it was still a feat of raw strength and one that opened her to a terrible counterattack. She tried to squirm away, but it was too late - Ianthe had her legs, was rolling her over, and there was stopping it now.

Bubbles wasn’t the most flexible sort, and when Ianthe caught her in the Boston Crab, it felt like she was on the verge of getting snapped in half. She pushed up and tried to drag them across the ring on reflex, but that wouldn’t help her here - there were no ropebreaks. If she didn’t figure something out, she’d be trapped.

[SeptaX1]

Once again the big girl was fully enroached upon by the iron authority of the imperatrix. Her shrills and squeals were a poetic rhyme of great addition to the entertainment of the domineering Ianthe. There was a lecherous grin she was wearing, one seemingly unphased from her previous crunch. Now, once again the short-hair girl was on the short end of the stick, forced onto the literal back foot. The blonde gave a stretch and as Bubbles attempted to squirm away, she would simply reel her legs in like a fish caught onto a hook. Such elation enlarged as the hold's duration grew longer and Bubbles's back was inheriting chronic back pain. Yet, Ianthe was not going to simply keep this position the status quo. Her playmate's body was calling as it always did. In this comfortable position, Ianthe pondered as she stared at the vulnerable backside of Bubbles. All of a sudden, a moment of eureka came to the nun.

The palpable tension around the fellow blonde's legs would dissapate. The pressure that was clearly going burst the bubble simply fizzled into thin air. On the surface it would seem Ianthe was going to let her prisoner free for some reason. Reality, however, begged to differ. While Ianthe had laxed the pressure of the Boston Crab, there was still a firm grip retained on Bubbles's legs. Things were only getting started for the "released" sinner. She was in for an eventful yoga session.

"There's a bit more where that came from.~" She chuckled.

Ianthe would go to ground. One imprisoned leg would be handed over to a new set of jailors in the form of two hungry muscled thighs gnawing on a cornered prey. Bubbles's other leg was yanked away to be quarantined along with her arms that would simply be pulled in towards Ianthe's body. Ianthe's unwavering arm strength, athleticism, as well as technical skill looking to completely lock the foe in an all-encompassing stretch.

If this succeeded, Bubbles would surely be in for a world of hurt. Legs and abs completely on fire and looked to be tenderized into meat jelly. Stretch and strech. Twist and twist. Pull and pull. Ianthe's breasts would press down into Bubbles's side, giving a peculiarly soft sensation to contrast with the generally rigid sensation of a muscled goddess bearing down her wrath upon an individual deemed a sinner.

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

Bubbles Burste was a man of many talents - her strength, obviously, but she could also sing, cook a little, was an ace when it came to nutrition and meal prep, and she could do this excellent little trick with her tongue and a cherry stem. But flexibility? That was never something she had much of. Came with the territory when you had muscles like hers. She was built to bend others, not get bent herself.

So her current distress shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone watching - she could’ve counted on one hand all the times someone had gotten her in a Boston Crab. Ianthe had the rare strength to do it on her and turn her to mush, and there was nothing the Virgin Killer could do to stop it.

Luckily, she didn't have to endure the hold for too long.

Unluckily, it seemed like the nun wasn’t letting her free of the prison - no, she was just changing the locks.

”What’re you, what’re you-” Bubbles panicked questions were cut off as Ianthe trapped her legs, capture her arms, and pulled her back into a…what was this exactly? While the Virgin Killer wasn’t a technician, she’d seen enough wrestling to grasp the moves well, even the ones she couldn't do. She couldn't ever recall seeing a move like this, or anything close to it - as near as she could tell, it was some crazy cross between a Boston Crab, and an STF.

It was also damned effective, as anyone could tell from how she was hollering as Ianthe continued to crank her back.

It was enough to bring Mariah out of her seat with a curios eye. She strolled around the cube to get a better look, even leaned in for a thorough inspection. ”Huh. That’s new.” She rubbed her chin. ”What would you call this one, babe?”

”Painful.” Bubbles responded through gritted teeth. ”Really. Damn. Painful.”

[SeptaX1]

"You could just make this easy and give up..." The sensual Brit's tone was mellow with hints of alluring goad. "But where's the fun in that?~" Ianthe whispered into Bubbles's ear as the latter was feeling the hyperextending pain and grit.

In truth, the nun did not want Bubbles to simply submit, atleast for the time being. There was much more fun to be had with a body and mind as lively as the American bombshell's. As greatly as Ianthe's intricate stretches and holds could bend a victim tenfold in marvelous fashion, nothing beat the rub-for-rub. It is ultimately the senseless offering she upholds to the divine pedestal. While the insatiable goddess certainly got a sizable appetizer of her three course meal, Ianthe wanted the main course. This complex stretch was only an intermediate setup to her, not something of a grand finisher to wrap up a clean sweep. It made for a contingent torsion of the damned foe's bulk build. Bubbles's rich and bountiful muscles would be stretched out like dough to be prepared for a kneading. Her breadbasket was getting stringed and strained. Every erotic second was to be savored, and the imperatrix wanted even more to salivate about.

The stretch looked to yonder its duration as Ianthe decidedly stretched Bubbles's whole body even thinner. But then, the opponent would feel the sensation weaken. She was not getting stretched anymore as the imperatrix's technical phenomenon of a hold seemed to evanesce. The pressure around her legs sandwiched between muscled limbs vanished gradually. A stretch that wringed out the short-hair blonde's flexibility tranquilized. However, a keen pair of senses knew there was a firmness still grasping Bubbles's toned biceps, that firmness being Ianthe's grip. The Brit's arms latched around her opponent's broad shoulders to gradually pull both women up off the ground.

Ianthe's hot, hard, and flexingly eager body situated itself right on a familiarized boulder back. Her covered snatch humped right into the other fighter's tush to run on a deviant implication. Such lecherous intentions were only further enabled by a pair of naughty hands exploring her opponent's body. A palm full of Venusian ambrosial mounds, rough massage of marbled sculpted abs, and a ghost touch on a divine stouch eager to be played with.

The imperatrix's sensual tease amped up. Her own lust seeped through as she spoke close to the beauty's nape. "Such a bountiful offering..."

A hand serpented back up towards the front of Bubbles's neck, giving a light squeeze. "I have no choice but to indulge, my sinful little thing.~"

[BlackAkuma]

Submit?

The word was enough to make Bubbles burst out with a laugh, in spite of her situation. While she had far from a flawless record, she had never submitted in a match before - not one that involved sex, anyway. She was way too hungry for that. Pain was one thing that could make her quit in high enough amounts, but as long as there was a good helping of pleasure to go along with it, she would always come back for more.

That being said, she wasn’t a technician on the best day of her life and didn’t know submission moves any more complicated than a Boston Crab. Ianthe had her over a bender here, she wasn’t afraid to admit it. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the nun could’ve kept her wrapped up like this all day - really, she could’ve thought of far worse ways to spend her time.

Thankfully, that wasn’t to be, as her opponent seemed keen on switching things up. The legs slipped away, and Bubbles was hoisted up, hauled with impeccable power, the likes of which she was used to giving out but unused to take. Hands came to her breast, groping, squeezing, prodding, and that husky voice was at her ear, whispering sins straight into her brain.

So sweet. So tender. So hot.

Bubbles thrust her hip back as Ianthe pressed her mound forward, rubbing her ass against the woman’s lap. It was a perfect fit, muscle against muscle at just the right height, as if they were intelligently designed for one another, and every touch made her want to go harder, to feel this woman over her body. It was tempting just to let her get away with whatever she wanted…

…but this was a match, wasn’t it? As fun as it was to be on the bottom, she also needed to put in some work. ”Indulge all you want, sister.” Bubbles reached up and over her shoulder to caress Ianthe’s hand, curling her fingers around those golden strands. ”But let me have some fun, too.”

That was the closest thing to a warning that Bubbles would give before she sprang into action, grabbing her opponent by the head and pulling her off the shoulder with a wild snapmare.

[SeptaX1]

Indeed, it was as though the two sexpot giants were made for one another. Through one hell of a Bokanovsky process, two beautiful women with kindred forms came to a clash, by way of a set of raunchy twists of fate. It was no clash of a David and Goliath, but an evenly matched disposition, atleast based on how their amazonian bodies rivalled to one another. Yet at the present, while Bubbles had small glimpses of putting forward initiative, Ianthe was decidedly the one with the upper-hand in the combat. Every one of the short-blonde's actions were reversed with greater imperial viciousness than the previous power moves. Attempts to clamp down the imperatrix only resulted in getting stretched out like jelly and the subsequent whimsical cries of pain. All the top work was getting the slightly taller blonde worked up by the pleasure. Her efforts leading to a more tenderized sinner broken down into an enjoyable moaning treat.

So it was to little surprise when Ianthe literally felt up the chance to reap the effort of her rewards with a carnal and lustful drawl on Bubbles's form. Senseless hands gave every part of her moist and silky smooth skin a sensual Midas Touch. The Englishwoman's accent coming through with the most eloquent manner of verbosely expressing how much she wanted to rail the living shit out of her aphrodite adversary. For that moment, it was tender vulnerability, that which caused a lapse in urgency.

In all of Ianthe's invincibility and implacable impenetrability, indulgent passions perhaps got the best of her. The blonde may have been thinking too much of ways to ravish her opponent's sex that it opened a window for Bubbles, who was still far from finished, to get right back into it. Passion and selfishness leads to instability. The grind of her opponent's rump against crotch, hand touching hand, her long blonde hair lightly scruffed. One thing led to another, and Ianthe belatedly realized her head was fully locked on for a snapmare that sent the 6'4 divine imperatrix flying up and over onto the glass box floor.

A sudden *SLAM* as 270 pounds of woman crashed down on the floor. Back thudded first into the hard mat leaving a spine-busting spell of twinge. Ianthe's groan was louder than before, both from the complete unpreparedness and effect of the move. In this situation it would be standard to try rolling away, which would be attempted, but whether she could beat the clock before Bubbles got her devious hands on the imperatrix's form was uncertain. At the same time, despite the sting, Ianthe was not entirely bothered enough to put all the energy in the tank to get out of this predicament.

"Mmm how interesting~" Is what faintly lingered in the back of her mind.