Ianthe Taylor vs. Bubbles Burste - The Two Towers

[BlackAkuma]

There were upsides and downsides to being as big as Bubbles was. While throwing around women like ragdolls would never not be fun, a part of her wished that she could, every once in a while, just shrink down. Go small. Experience what it was like to be the one of the bottom, being dominated, being crushed under a powerful woman. It was such a rare experience for her that, when such things finally occurred, they made for some of the most erotic experiences in her life. Making Bubbles Burst feel small was a monumental accomplishment, and the small handful of women who could pull it off drove her wild.

And now Ianthe Taylor was on that short, hallowed list. Bubbles couldn't be mad at it. Quite the opposite - as she laid underneath the glistening nun, she found her own, personal heaven. She looked on with eager anticipation as the woman’s hands worked their magic on her body, molding it, massaging it, letting the sweat drip through her fingers, before those deft hands also made their way to her body.

”Yessssssss…” Bubbles let out a hissing sigh as Ianthe worked her magic, manipulating her with her wonderful fingers, stimulating her nerves. Sighs turned to moans turned to gasp, and she squirmed under her opponent, caught up in the bliss, squirming like a serpent, dancing to the nun’s every whim. Her hands came up to rub the sides of Ianthe’s ass, wanting to feel as much of this woman and give back at the same time - she’d never been the type to not participate, even when she was on the giving end of things.

She giggled along with the tormnetress as her forehead was flicked, loving the playfulness of it all, but she knew it wasn’t going to last. This was building up to something, her opponent had forgotten the nature of this match, and as the massive mounds drew closer to her face, she knew where this was going. Deep breaths, deep breaths, and…

Bubbles cried out as the breasts dropped over her face, capturing her in an airtight seal. She shifted her head left and right, as countless other women had tried to do when escaping her own pair, but her efforts worked no better than theirs. There was no air coming in or out, no light, no anything, and all she could do was thrash around with increasing panic as the lack of oxygen turned into a serious problem.

[SeptaX1]

"One can consider this position a reward, my sycophant~" The imperatrix chuckled.

"Plenty of naughty men would do various things to be in your position no?"

Ianthe's level of sexual pleasure was raging and she sought for it to be satiated. Such a phenomenon was bound to result in greater inclinations to unhinged behavior. The result was likely to manifest in a grandiose end to the glass box match. Ianthe loved the idea of putting on a spectacle in handling her fellow giant that had put up a reasonable fight. She gave herself the luxury of thinking how to finish the woman off. It would not be ending on a knockout, not atleast before the orgasm. One could say the former would be an anticlimactic ending. The commanding blonde figured there were many ways to tease, play, and break Bubbles all the way to her heart's content.

The blonde's bosom moved to and fro with the opponent's own evasions, at first not even allowing the girl an opportunity to catch a breath. The thrash against her hold was the sign of struggle Ianthe expected and enjoyed. All the while her hardened pink-tinted nubs massaged themselves across the opponent's squirming face.

What was not to love in such a powerful position?

In some moments however, Ianthe would simply raise her breasts up from tormenting and indulging upon the opponent's face. For a brief period, Bubbles would be allowed to catch a minimal breath. The intention was for denying a premature end the match off course, with Ianthe making a slight mockery of her opponent's state. The condescending grin as she remained mounted on top and towering over her foe. Once again the busty blonde played with herself for the bragadiocious showoff of self-assuredness and lust.

One could see the perfection of the sight. The image amplified the other giant's own chiseled form confined by their adversary. Ianthe's shining and visibly large biceps pulled the downed foe's skull deep into her cleavage. A sudden resumption of the previous torment, with the goddess bringing down her frame and wrath onto Bubbles to press the beauty against her cannons.

[BlackAkuma]

…was Ianthe speaking? Bubbles honestly couldn't tell, what with all the breasts in her face.

It wasn’t because they were covering her ears, either - the woman had large tits, sure, but not that damn large. No, Bubbles was simply overwhelmed, her senses overloaded by the sensations before her, to the point where the entire world seemed to fade away. She’d given out plenty of breastsmothers in her time, thousands, if not more, but it was so rare to be on the receiving end of one. Most women didn't even think to try, too afraid of being bearhugs to get that close, and that was if they had a set capable of pulling it off in the first place.

Not a problem for Ianthe, not even close. She had more than enough flesh for full coverage, giving the Virgin Killer a much wanted taste of her own medicine. She moaned, long and hard, in her rival’s chest, as she raised her hips and tried to grind against her, desperate for every contact. Harder, faster, strong, better. More and more, even as her world began to grow dark…

She came out gasping when Ianthe finally freed her, sucking in lungfuls of air to replenish her stocks, but that didn’t keep her from trying to lick at the breasts when they moved away, her lips seeking out the taste, even now. She wouldn’t be left hungry for long, either, as the nun brought the lovely pair back down, this time gripping her by the head and pulling her in even deeper. It was an effective seal, but there was one, tiny problem - Bubbles’ hands were free, now.

They went to work straight away, reaching around Ianthe’s body and find two ripe melons to pluck. Her fingers dug deep into her opponent’s ass, sinking into the fulsome flesh, only to pull back and give her a few hard slaps on each cheek, making sure to strike hard enough to sizzle the skin.

[SeptaX1]

"Hmm? Slapping is more of when you have conquered your prey..." Ianthe was bemused. "It's for those who have earned the right to play with their food. Not those whom have been damned to a submissive fate~"

It was more of a spectacle than anything that felt threatening to her position. In fact, she thought of it as simply a sign that Bubbles wanted more. She gave in to planting her hungry palms all over the bountiful posterior. Was it a call to be sat on the face by the plump of a goddess whom mercifully relieved the sinner of her consciousness? Such would be a delectable way to go out, but the blonde had even more illustrious ideas.

The bare nude Ianthe, glistening in the erotic driven sweat begun giving way to Bubbles and adeptly moved onto her feet. The suffocating dilemma once again subsided. This was not without grabbing the wrists of the other woman and neutralizing her slaps. The lock around her arms would also be used to pull Bubbles's torso up and off the floor. The opponent could see the enjoyment of the blonde radiate in the visible bite of the lower lip, as brown eyes probed the sweaty and equally alluring body she had the honor of making love towards. The play would not stop.

Ianthe would entirely pull Bubbles from a sitting position to where they were near their full height, but remained close and intimate. Quickly, the blonde would sidestep behind Bubbles and attempt to hunker one of the woman's arms on her head. The other would hook under Bubbles's crotch and attempt a lift for a spontaneous torture rack. The sight of a big woman subjected to the chains held by an even bigger foe. If it was successful, Ianthe's hand would move into a position where she would be able to methodically finger Bubbles's conveniently exposed clit.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, Bubbles wanted more. She always wanted more.

Mariah knew that better than anything as she watched from the sidelines, seeing her wife getting dominated inside the glass enclosure. She crossed her legs and chewed on her lip, trying her best to keep her own lust in check - it was severely tempting just to strip down and come in there to ‘rescue’ her wife. This action would almost certainly result in her getting ragdolled by the Imperiatrix if it didn’t cause an immediate disqualification. Either way, it would ruin Bubbles' fun, and she knew better than to stop a good thing. There would be plenty of fun to be had in their bedroom tonight.

She hung back for now, watching as the nun continued to run roughshod over Bubbles. She pulled her out of the smother, leaving the Virgin Killer to suck in lungfuls of air, but that relief was shortlived - Ianthe’s next move was to bring Bubbles in, slide her over the over shoulders, lift her up, and put her in a torture rack.

A torture rack.

Even Mariah’s eyes widened at the sight, as Bubbles’ shrieked and howled from on high. She’d seen her wife in all kinds of positions, but this? Most women, even her strongest opponents, wouldn’t have dared to even try a fireman’s carry on her, much lessholding her up long enough to complete the legendary move. Ianthe seemed made of far sterner stuff than usual, though, and she didn’t just go for the vanilla version of the move. No, she had an interesting twists.

Bubbles’ cries mixed with moans as a teasing finger found its way to her pussy, slipping into her clit and plumbing away at the depths. Even with the pain, she couldn't help but thrust her hips up to meet the welcome intruder, as if she was trying to fight the pain by maximizing the pleasure. It made for a beautiful sight, as her eyes rolled back, enraptured by the bliss, her arms and legs flopping about as the strength flew from her muscles.

[SeptaX1]

The ease with which Ianthe's fingers rubbed against her opponent's tortured clit said everything about the state of enjoyment she felt. The three prodding intruders pulsated with a rythmic sensual movement. She loved the erotic primal cry emitting from Bubbles, all the more defining her likely weakening state. The once domineering opponent locked up and was molding around her superior. The reality grew more clarified, of which a juggernaut would be conquered by another who simply proved their superiority physically and sexually. The ever present theme remained of the imperatrix asserting crown authority like an unstoppable sexy tyrant.

Ianthe held in the position of fingering Bubbles's pussy while the weight of the titan remained in the chains of the other beast. It seemed her back was feeling the pressure in this hold too, which was exactly the next target.

The fingering subsided. The malevolent blonde turned her eyes to the pleasured foe's face with another cruel glare and maniacal chuckle. The muscled goddess merely lifted the other once more. High into the sky the nude beauty went before descenting by the virtue of gravity. She would land backside into Ianthe's bending knee for a spectacular backbreaker. As the opponent met the iron pillar which the spine would bear the brunt from, the blonde would let her roll off onto the mat.

She would step next to the downed wrestler and condescendingly appear stsnding tall. A foot planted on the hopefully still alive Bubbles and her bountiful chest.

"My~ What ever am I to do with youuu~" The question was rhetorical off course. Ianthe knew exactly what she was going to do.

Bending down and grabbing Bubbles by the throat, she used one sole arm to pull the woman up and onto her feet. Her next move however, would be to do nothing. The luscious blonde simply stared down at the other, likely in a totally different state. Hand on her hips and giving Bubbles the chance to try anything, that is, if she could.

[BlackAkuma]

The sight of Bubbles Burste, the Virgin Killer, suspended in a torture rack, had to make for an incredible vision. The kind of thing you only see once in a lifetime. Not easily forgotten. When they were done, Bubbles would want a picture of it, just to marvel at the sight.

But actually being in it? That wasn’t too pleasant.

Oh, it was nice to have Ianthe’s finger fucking her, giving her wild, untamed pleasure. It put her in a haze, enslaved her to desire, and made it harder still to worm her way out of the infamous hold. Bubbles had many strengths, but flexibility was never one of them, and she was being pushed to her absolute limit, her tendons stretching and her ribs bending in ways they were never designed for. Every little bounce sent shocks through her body, every motion seemed to split her further and further in half, and all she wanted was for it to end.

Or so she thought, until she got what she wanted. Bubbles was thrown upwards and brought down hard, where her tortured back crashed into Ianthe’s unforgiving knee. She shrieked at the impact, arching her back as she was folded in half. She slumped off of Ianthe’s knee a moment later and came to a rest on her back, arms splayed out and gasping, utterly wrecked.

She let out a weak, whining moan as her opponent’s foot pinned her chest, barely responding until the woman reached down and grabbed her by the neck. That brought some life into ailing body, as she thrashed and struggled in the Imperiatrix’s impenetrable grasp. Growing desperate, she tried to push her way free, prying at Ianthe’s grip with one hand while she pushed at her face with the other.

[SeptaX1]

Bubbles's signs of resistance were only met by a dismissive smirk from the authoritative blonde. Her beautiful toy had been subject to much pain and pleasure throughout the fight while also handing some pushback to add to the riveting nature of the sculpted bodies clash. It was more clear than ever however that the match was drawing to a close as the upstanding nude imperatrix looked to close out her more than satisfactory time with the other nude woman in the room. Layers of sweat covered their chiseled and tested forms, signs of arousal evident on both women's lower snatches. Ianthe was wet and hard, Bubbles likely even more so.

The most merciful and gracious blonde swatted away the other muscle goddess's hand that had shoved into her face. Ianthe pulled Bubbles's body into her own and got off the contact of their fine sets of tits squished together. She opted to give a deep kiss on Bubbles's lips to drain the life and enjoy the woman even more. All of this edging simply wrapped the battle is a rosy outlook. Her games and sensual grinding only prolonged the match a little longer, to have a bit more playtime with her special oversized plushie. After all, only one of them would be leaving the "cage."

Then, Ianthe would break the kiss and grab her dazed opponent once again. Much like other points of the fight, she was simply throwing the other titan in the room around. She grabbed Bubbles by the waist and forced her backside to face the wall. Ianthe would hurl her hot and ready foe against the glass cage walls, likely adding more salt to the wound against the woman's already afflicted back. The clear glass simply showed the arousing session of torture to the sole spectator.

With one beast backed towards the wall, the other prepared for a penultimate feral indulgence. She touched herself at the sight of fresh meat that was now open and vulnerable for devouring. Ianthe bit her lip as a hand played with the tips of her luscious bosom. Immediately, she'd dart towards the cornered woman. Her long and angelic hair merely floated in slow motion as the imperatrix would aim to crash into the deviant for a dramatic full-body smack. Hot-pressed tits aiming to pop the set of the other and stonewall abs looking to break the other set. Ianthe would look to aggressively grind her horny body against the locked up form of the other.

[BlackAkuma]

Mariah’s rapt fascination with the display wasn’t how most people would react to seeing their loved ones utterly destroyed in a match, but then, she and Bubbles weren't what one would call a typical couple by any stretch of the imagination. She’d long ago reached a point where she could watch her wife getting beaten up and not be too distressed about it - as long as she wasn’t in danger of getting injured, she wasn’t too distressed by such things.

She stood up and approached the glass enclosure as Ianthe continued to womanhandle Bubbles, mashing their bodies together and taking her with a dominating kiss. Her wife’s moans reverberated through the room, a deep and rumbling sound, as their bodies mashed together with such force that it was difficult for Mariah to tell where the Imperiatrix ended and the Virgin Killer began.

It didn’t last long, however, before Bubbles was hurled against the wall, hitting with such force that Mariah had to jump back, fearing it all might collapse on her for a moment. Thankfully, who LAW had hired to build this structure had done a top-tier job, and it held firm. But, given the way Ianthe was touching herself and heating up and looking for all the world like a tiger preparing to pounce, she wasn’t sure that would stay true for much longer.

”Oh, god-”

Bubbles had just started to step forward when Ianthe came rushing in with no preamble, slamming their bodies together and ramming her into the wall with a dull, meaty thwack. Bubbles shuddered against the assault and would’ve likely fallen flat if her opponent hadn't held her there and pressed tight, keeping her pinned. With her feet planted and her opponent immobile the Imperiatrix began raucous, wild grind, hammering her up against the glasses, bucking against her like a wild animal with its hapless prey. All Bubbles could do was moan and whine and flail about as she was turned into Ianthe’s plaything, unable to do more than feebly push against her opponent and give submissive kisses to her neck. ”Oh, fuck, fuck!-”

[SeptaX1]

"Mmmm your voice is delightful as ever love~" Ianthe taunted after brutally pounding the other amazonian to the wall. "Did you expect to be so quickly dealt with and made a mess of, hmm?" She rubbed salt in the wound with a malicious rhetorical question.

The feeble state of the woman was one thing, but hearing and feeling the strength of her foe melt away was true catharisis. The pleasure machine of the imperatrix's form devoted all of its time to breaking down the piece of meat offered to its jaws. With all her incredible herculean strength she pushed as the space between the goddess and the wall retracted and became even tighter. The excitement, arousal, and muscle allowed the blonde to drive the punishment even further. Bubbles's clenched eyelids and heaving breaths were received by a maniacal craze of sadist artistic expression. The kisses of submission on Ianthe's neck were reciprocated by a loving bite to the neck and nuzzles on the cheek further entrenching the true relationship of the. two strong wrestlers, of goddess and mortal.

The blonde's waist attacked with rapid thrusts and grinds. Her tested yet stalwart and firm abs kept scrubbing its chiseled definition against an aroused softening set that was bound to break its tension at any point. The rubs were made all the more smoother by the layers of hot perspiration. The texture of soft belly and hard steel abs was clear. Ianthe multitasked in asserting a domination and control over her foe, especially in a battle involving pride and expertise. To grind a foe's set of abs, especially of visible strength, into jelly made any fight enjoyable for her hedonist impluses.

The blunt torture and debauched articulation continued. "'So strong and tight, for a good rubbing post atleast~" She cooed.

Then, the dirty nun smacked her own pelvis into Bubbles's sex. *SMACK* *SMACK* The grinds intensified with the full-body press allowing for all of the sensual opponent's body to receive service and flattening. Ianthe's excited crotch of dripping fluid had no shame in prodding against the other wet labia the sound of a relentless fucking resounded throughout the glass echo chamber.

"Why don't you give in~ Let out all of your masochist desires. All the things you wanted me to do you I have fulfilled rest assured~" She chuckled and continually purred to Bubbles as her pussy kept recieving the horny thrusts. "Tell me, who is your goddess?~"