A Sunny Struggle: Karen Starring & Arlise Christiaens (with Lucy White)

[Winter]

Angry the Amazon might have been, but Arlise thought her squeezing, crushing work might have done the trick. That woman across from her now on even ground, much as Lise witnessed and ogled the muscles that flashed in her bare legs, arms, and stomach with every step she took in an effort to straighten herself, certainly didn't look equipped to be fighting with how she wobbled on her feet. Arlise's eyes narrowed with a renewed, confident intensity - she herself nursed an already-tired back and set of thighs from all the straining, but she was confident that she didn't look that shaky as she stood in the sand.

She raised her fists to match Karen, leaving them the spitting image of every bikini-clad set of opponents in a fighting game. "You might have to make me," she boldly teased again, momentarily turning one fist into yet another trope - she beckoned with her fingers for Karen to come closer.

Might as well let the wobbly one try to approach across the sand.

[Devilish53]

Karen was at her limits. Arlise didn't need to know the woman to understand that. Hell, she didn't even have to have been in a fight before to understand that the woman before her was spent. Near entirely.

With all her energy put towards standing, Karen needed to, with a visible strain, extend a leg out just to stop her from wobbling anymore. With her top half nearly falling flat to the ground before her as she did, Karen was forced to perform something of an obscure balancing act for Arlise and the onlookers, may of which naturally laughed. Not that Karen had the energy to scold them, even if her fury was still incomprehensible.

"Fine..." She'd unwisely mutter, as Karen took a step forward. The sight before her being that of two redheads, often three, as the blur simply refused to yield outright, Karen moved slowly and steadily towards what she hoped was her intended target. She hoped the movement enough would be enough to warrant success, with an image playing in her mind of Arlise charging forward into her, allowing Karen to lock her up. And if she didn't?

Karen hadn't thought that far ahead. Hell, she didn't even know what to do if Arlise even came to her...

[Winter]

Any other time, Arlise would have conceded to herself, regardless of any adrenaline or frustration, that she had already proven her point. That the stranger had enough with the way she, muscular and powerful though she was, could barely take a step in the sand without looking as if she would fall on her face and send the crowd into even more uproarious laughter. The redhead even regarded the onlookers with a smirk weakened by a touch of regret that she had gathered too much of an audience to bear witness to Karen's shame.

But the woman just couldn't stop herself from being rude. Apparently, she couldn't admit that she should quit, either. Arlise couldn't fully understand how someone could be so reckless and so determined to make an ass of herself, but she mistakenly attributed it to the fact that no one had ever taught the Amazon a lesson. Maybe the Belgian beauty needed to finish the one she had started.

But she would give the Amazon a chance to fight back, if only a small one. Arlise had taken Karen off-guard with the bearhug - she might make more of an imprint if she let the stranger take the initiative first. "Oh? You're approaching me?", she asked, with a shake of her head. "I don't think you know when to run away, or leave something be."

Karen still hadn't arrived yet with her slow movements, so the redhead kept with her lecture. "You go around insulting people like this all the time? It's not kind, you know. No one likes that."

[Devilish53]

Karen was growing all the more frustrated, as by the time she reached her stacked redhead foe, her cheeks damn near matched her opponents hair. Hands raised with biceps flexed, the tired and crushed amazon was still a dangerous figure to behold, so long as she was able to impose her will. Something she'd attempt to do promptly as her hands came towards what seemed to be Arlise's shoulders, before from there she'd seek to wrap around her head and pull, in a side lock.

Whether such succeeded would partially be down to Arlise's response to the amazon coming towards her. Had she used her superior speed and finesse to simply out move the wheezing woman, then Karen perhaps would have been flapping her arms in the air. Otherwise, Arlise may have found her skull once more against the heavy bust of the bigger woman, this time in a manner against her will.

[Winter]

Karen's stubborn onslaught might have been foolish, but Arlise also found it admirable - without realizing that seeing herself in the stubbornness was the reasoning. Anyone fearless enough to take such a lengthy and brutal bearhug and keep coming clearly either had a few screws loose and courage both. Arlise found it difficult to give Karen much of a nod on her courage, but she could not deny that this woman who continued to stumble across the sand toward her was brave.

Unfortunately, bravery did not make her any faster, and Arlise had all the time in the world to think about what to do to counter her. Another bearhug? Try to slam her? Mmm, decisions decisions, and Arlise lacked the wisdom in the moment to bother considering which ones might be hardest on her already-strained muscles. She wanted to make the most dramatic, impressive show.

She ducked under Karen's reach and thrust her shoulder into the Amazon's side. The redhead's arms snagged snuggly around Karen's warm and inviting midsection again, this time from the side, and Arlise grit her teeth and envisioned herself lifting Karen out of the sand and suplexing her into the sand.

She lifted Karen a foot before stumbling and starting to collapse backward with a yelp.

[Devilish53]

Effectively glomping the firm bodied redhead, Karen didn't truthfully know what she intended for next. General fatigue, alongside this blasted heat, never mind the outright curious scenario in which they were in, put Karen out of her element three times over. When Arlise hooked around her yet again, the amazon could but snarl, before she found her smaller foe seemingly look to pick her up once again.

Only to dump her in the sand, purposefully or otherwise. Naturally, Karen roared again, given the anguish to her physique. Not to mention the fact that the redhead was upon her yet again, arms somewhat around her, with firm curves and heavy breasts blanketing her own.

[Winter]

Arlise could feel heat rising to her cheeks even before her hip and shoulder thumped miserably into the sand and wracked her bikini-clad figure with enough pain to match the grains that caked her sweaty figure and tried to sneak into her scant attire. Her own landing, however, did not hurt half as bad as Karen's body, heavy with muscles and curves, falling upon her with a crushing weight that choked the cry from the redhead's throat.

Even that didn't match her embarrassment, though. Arlise could do nothing for several seconds but try to catch her breath - Karen's body had made mush of her breasts and diaphragm - but once she sucked in enough of the humid air to have her wits once more, she... scrambled more than she did anything useful. Her arms were still around Karen's midsection, and she squeezed the woman's ribs. From the angle, though, there was not much squeezing to be done.

She had to keep up appearances, though, and she did her best to make it look like the fall was her intention even though Karen's body was smushing hers just as much, if not more, than she was punishing Karen's.

[Devilish53]

There was little pressure given from Arlise's hug at such an angle, but any pressure at this point, on Karen's already aching torso, was too much. The furious amazon continued with her never ending attempts to struggle and writhe, though as per the norm they bared her little fruit. Wild limbs digging into the sands, Karen was only worsening her position all the more, given how deep her frame was going in the sand.

"Just...You fucking...WAIT..!" She'd mewl out, with her head coming back as a modest amount of air shot forth from her with that exhale. Her eyes tensing shut as she screamed, at this rate the amazon would tire herself out with her fury, if Arlise didn't squeeze the strength from her frame before hand.

[Winter]

Arlise could not stop herself from releasing a quiet whine in response to her predicament. Karen's voluptuous body was hot and heavy atop her, and much as she might have been the only one trying to inflict any intentional punishment on the others' body, she was still suffering nonetheless from the bottom. Her stomach and chest were both crushed into the sand, and without their support, her arms could only cling to Karen with no hopes of making the shouting woman pass out or surrender entirely. Arlise grimaced at her conundrum.

"Do you... give?", she asked, breathlessly, trying to bring a leg up out of the sand and get it wrapped around the lower half of Karen's midsection while her arms still tried to crush the ribs of the upper half to no real end. She partially managed, with her foot hooking between Karen's thighs and her thigh digging into the amazon's side. It wasn't much, but maybe Arlise could... turn her over in the sand.

She started trying to make progress on that front, momentarily hating her own boldness. The crowd chanted like a schoolyard audience while the two struggled - the only voice she could hear that wasn't egging them on was Lucy's.

[Devilish53]

In such a position, Karen was almost forced to wait for Arlise to make her move. The redhead couldn't effectively crush her in such a posture, so a change-up only seemed natural. Karen was merely hoping that the redhead was in search of a dominant, outright submission over the idea of forcing Karen to sleep. She surely could have, had she merely laid ontop.

But now, with the redhead slowly pulling them onto their side, Karen would seek to kick her legs and arms alike to speed up the process. Whilst she would have very much have liked to have rolled fully and got atop her redheaded foe, she wouldn't complain if she only made it onto her side. That would be enough at least, for Karen to have the space to rear back her arms, and fight the grip directly! The look upon her face one of stubbornness, given she was exerting herself merely to refrain from crying out at the pain to her core!