Karen S./Astrid A. - Dragon Slaying And Other Misendeavors (Part 2)

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This was without a doubt one of the worst holds Karen had been in during her wrestling career. And not purely from Astrid's ridiculous strength.

Yes the power of the hold added to bearhug and then some, that was a given. Astrid's biceps were already evidently not just for show, having matched the darker haired amazon every which way in their fight thus far. It was still hard to say who had the outright advantage in terms of superior strength, but it was an outright certainty that neither woman could even remotely be described as lacking.

Those thick arms seemed to grow thicker over time, with Astrid actively flexing as the seconds passed to give Karen not only a tighter constriction, but perhaps add surface area as to pull Karen in with. With the adjusted lift to boot, Karen now found her feet raised a little higher off the floor, with her chest and abs grinding up accordingly over Astrid. What was previously a completely even body-to-body hold, made possible in the lift purely by Astrid's arched back, was now slightly askew. Astrid could feel the top side of Karen's strong abs pressing into her bust, and likewise Karen could feel Astrid's massive pair grinding in from below her own.

But it was neither the pain, nor even the fact she was completely trapped that made this hold so hellish for Karen Starring.

Nay, the real cause of Karen's abysmal state...

...Was how painfully exciting the squeeze was!

Karen was by no means a masochist; she did not enjoy being victim to moves that could be outright describable as arousing, such as smothers or facesits. So why had this peculiar body crush brought Karen so low? Well, Astrid's insane body was of course a factor. Huge breasts and rock hard abs served as an incredible wall to be pressed against, with Karen forced to feel every ridge of Astrid's muscles alongside every inhale and exhale that massive chest motioned with. She'd of course respond in kind, with her own increasingly sweaty chest forced to ride over Astrid's and her batted abs rubbing in kind, but she was certainly not the one in charge here.

The powerful lift further added to Karen's predicament, with the massive frame of Karen held off the floor as if she didn't weigh a thing. Thick thighs and sweat covered ankles would rub and press as Karen tried to find some footing, with the victim of the colossal squeeze settling for simply opening her legs to rest her thighs on either of Astrid's own. Though damn, if that wasn't a mistake.

For that increased body contact, with Karen and Astrid's hips and thighs now pressing almost as tightly as their midriffs and breasts, made Karen outright yelp. Pain would further exaggerate the cry, with the official most certainly being provided reason to question Karen's commitment to continuing with how loud she soon bellowed. She'd try to offset the agony with some energetic struggles of her own - a shaking of shoulders and head, alongside her hands clutching at the sides of Astrid's waist - would do wonders to distract Karen from screaming in pain.

Though as the heat continued to rise, it wasn't so much screams of agony being forced from Karen. Nay, with hearty gulps in search of air, and Astrid's dominant words washing over her, Karen's face was a picture as she shut her eyes with a low whisper. A whisper more suited to the bedroom than the wrestling ring, as Astrid continued to wring the very sweat from her body...

"Ohhhh....Ohhhh fuck..."

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Funny. Who would have thought that there are things that differ from each other as much as they are similar to each other. That was exactly what could be said about the situation that had developed between Karen and Astrid at that moment. In every sense. Both in physical and emotional. Perhaps someone thought that Astrid's body was shaking only because she was too tired and that it was difficult for her to keep her rival above the mat. Yes, it was true, but every coin has two sides.

She always had a weakness for strong women. And she could never help herself about it. It was the trigger she had never been able to control. Hardly anyone could give this a detailed explanation. In fact, Astrid wasn't even interested in finding the reasons, she didn't care at all. Only the fact itself was important. She was madly attracted to women as strong as herself. And was there any chance she wouldn't feel that way about Karen? Not a single one.

Things got worse the moment she lifted the blue-haired woman higher. Astrid's lush breasts pressed against her rival's abs. She felt how hard Karen's muscles were even before she arched her back, when their abs were pressed tightly together. But now the sensations were completely different. Now that her breasts were pressed against Karen's belly, it literally started to drive her crazy!

As if that wasn't enough, Karen's breasts were right in front of her face! Considering how tightly the Golden Dragon was hugging the American woman, she was only a few centimeters away from being able to plunge her face between the sweaty flesh of her rival! Forbidden fruit is sweet. It was truly an incredible temptation. Astrid was even forced to look away, but even so, her mouth involuntarily filled with saliva. No... it just can't be...

"No... no..." she said to herself in the head several times.

The thought that ran through her mind like an electric current was the greatest possible contradiction to what Astrid had been sure of from the very beginning. No, it really just couldn't be. And yet, the thought stuck in her mind. She tried desperately to push it out, but the more she tried to do it, the more often her mind asked the same question.

"Did I really like her breasts?"

Has someone turned on the heating? No? Then why the hell was her face so red? Why did she feel like she was in a sauna? Too many questions. And too little answers. The Golden Dragon was trying to get all this shit out of her head. She tried to keep her grip tight. She has to make Karen submit. She just has to.

The moment their thighs touched, Astrid's mouth opened. She gulped air greedily, but the nature of her breaths had changed. Hardly anyone was able to notice this because body language is far from the easiest thing. But now she was breathing so fast and hard, not as if it was a match, but as if it was the height of passionate sex. Their hard muscles rubbing against each other was something she couldn't handle. The last cherry on the cake was Karen's screams, which seemed to fill not only her ears, but her whole soul.

"Oooohhhh... fuck..." Astrid said in perfect unison with her rival.

She didn't have the strength left to keep her grip tight. Neither physical nor emotional. Not anymore. She put so much effort into this hold that her arms literally went numb. But the scariest was something else. Astrid knew that if she could find the strength to keep Karen in the hold for at least a few more moments, then something much stranger than just words would come out of her mouth. And although Astrid has always called herself fearless... if it were really scary to imagine what would happen if she allowed herself to let out a moan of pleasure after everything that had happened between them today.

Releasing her wrist, Astrid freed Karen and took one step back. At the same moment, her arms fell down as if they were two rags. She couldn't even remember the last time she had to strain her muscles so hard. And in the same way, she couldn't remember the last time she felt something like this from the contact of her body with the body of another woman. Yes, she always felt pleasure during a match with a strong opponent. But the pleasure she had just received was of a completely different kind...

"Match... it's a match... it's a match..." she tried to remind herself.

Desperately trying to pull herself together, the descendant of the great Vikings remembered her friend, Nerissa. Possessing a very specific temperament, Nerissa has never denied herself the pleasure of getting close to her opponent during a match. Her explanation regarding this was very simple. According to her, she wants to live free, which means that there is no reason why she should restrain her inner impulses.

But Astrid wasn't the same as her friend. First of all, she was a warrior. And her instincts were honed for other things. Perhaps her immense pride also played a role in this. She couldn't give in to temptation. She just didn't have the right to do it. Because if she lets her emotions control her every time, then she will never get to the top, she will never be able to prove that she is worthy of carrying the legacy of her great ancestors.

Barely finding the strength to breathe, she still intended to take a step forward. Her arms were in a terrible condition, her muscles were overstressed after the force she had to use. But her arms weren't the only parts of her body. Hoping that Karen would need some time to recover, the Golden Dragon intended to turn to the right while simultaneously lifting her left leg bent at the knee. Astrid was going to straighten this leg and shoot Karen's abs with a quick superkick in the hope that this would not give the blue-haired woman the opportunity to regain strength, because no matter what, Astrid was still determined to win today!

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Karen could feel every single breath and movement her busty foe made. Be it a wiggle of her hips in amidst correcting her footing, to a pull of her crushing grip across her rear side, to the simple act of breathing. Heavy breasts felt to be absolutely gigantic in this posture, with Astrid making sure to put focus on the bust of both herself and Karen alike. Though Karen's would appear notably bigger as the hug went on - if purely from the fact Astrid's own bosom was pressing from below. Akin to a sports bra, Karen would glance down but a moment to see her own bust forced close to her chin. At the rate she was going, she might of ended up smothering herself!

Karen had no earthly clue on how the hell she'd escape this bearhug. The strength of Astrid was one thing, heightened all the more by the strong lift on the amazon. But had that been alone what Astrid was bringing to the hold, Karen could of wiggled, kicked, even fired off a headbutt. There was even the urge to raise her legs and wrap them around Astrid's own waist, in an effort to squeeze her dry in return. A squeeze with the legs was stronger than the arms after all, regardless of how long Karen had been suffering.

But if she were to do that here and now with her red hot figure opening its legs, inadvertently allowing Astrid to grind her abs directly over Karen's most sensitive part?

Humiliation would follow, simply put. And Karen preferred being crushed over that.

Luckily for the now red faced amazon she wouldn't have to ponder her escape much longer. The parts that made the bearhug so intense were seemingly effecting Astrid just as much. Perhaps more so with how Karen wiggled and writhed against her, as if she were her chesty prisoner!

Back to her feet, Karen would no doubt fall all the same if Astrid didn't outright force her to but a second later. Struck in the jaw, the sweat literally flew off her as her head flung back - with her arms going wide as she dramatically fell backwards! With no ropes to cushion her fall, the canvas would be her landing pad as Astrid's kick put her straight to her ass!

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It worked. And much better than Astrid expected. When her foot crashed into Karen's stomach, the blue-haired woman, who could barely stand on her feet after the submission hold, fell on her ass. The Golden Dragon hoped that her opponent would just bend in half, but such a turn of events was not something she was going to complain about. Why? Because in fact it did not change her future plans in any way.

Therefore, as soon as Karen was on the mat, Astrid took a step towards her rival. She still felt strange. And although she couldn't look at herself from the side, she felt that her face was still red. Someone might say that this was not surprising, because she had to spend a lot of effort in order to squeeze Karen. But it wasn't just that.

The Norwegian woman wasn't one of those who used to restrain emotions, especially during the match. But she would never have thought that such close contact with Karen would have such an impact on her. Yes, she liked strong women. But for most of the match, she felt far from the warmest feelings for the blue-haired woman. And yet, even now, it seemed to her that their bodies were still one. It seemed to her that she could still feel the hard muscles of her rival.

"Stop, damn it..." she mentally ordered herself.

But it wasn't as easy to stop thinking about it as she wanted. The blonde didn't like to dig into her own soul. But no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get the question out of her head. Did she really like what had just happened?

Perhaps she should think about it. But only after the match. The match that is still not over. And that's exactly what she intended to do. Leaning down, the Golden Dragon intended to grab her opponent's head with both hands, and then take a step back to lift the American woman a little.

Hoping not to meet resistance, the descendant of the great Vikings intended to place Karen's head between her sweaty thighs, then wrap her arms around her rival's waist. Damn. Again. What exactly? Well. If she had succeeded, she would have felt her opponent's core muscles again!

Trying not to think about it, Astrid was going to straighten up to her full height, thereby lifting Karen upside down above the mat. Yes, the match is not over yet. But the Golden Dragon intended to fix it in the very near future. And, perhaps, it was not difficult to guess exactly how she intended to do it. The blonde intended to jump up and then spread her legs to the sides. Pulling her opponent down, Astrid was about to land on her butt, while driving Karen's head into the mat with a hard belly-to-back piledriver!

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Karen was almost grateful for the boot she received, for the agony was something to think about besides the feeling of Astrid's frame upon her. Though naturally, she'd of rather have been the one giving the harsh kick to Astrid - but she could hardly complain now that she had something to concern herself with over Astrid's rock hard abs and extremely large bust!

Coughing with a haze having descended over her sweaty frame, Karen's hair would be plastered to her forehead as Astrid went in for the kill. Her arms would briefly flap and strike at the thighs that bound her, only for the general dizziness of the scenario to leave her arms fluttering against the ground before her. Heavy bust swaying as Astrid locked her arms around her waistline - this time from above - all the darker haired amazon could do was grunt as Astrid saw fit to yet again pick her up before the masses.

Albeit this time in inverted fashion, with a much shorter lift than Karen had experienced earlier. For Astrid wasted little time before she drove herself down - bringing Karen's head down to the canvas in the process!

For a move that left the chesty woman outright limp!

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Considering how little strength she had left, the Golden Dragon was barely able to lift Karen above the mat. At that moment, she felt that because of the weight of the blue-haired woman, the muscles of her arms tensed so much that they were ready to burst. However, even despite all the tension, Astrid forced herself to jump up, and then direct Karen's head right into the mat.

To cheers from the audience, the eerie sound of a skull colliding with a hard surface spread across the arena. Karen didn't even scream at that moment. And only Astrid could feel that after such a powerful impulse passed through her opponent, Karen's body went limp. With almost no strength left to hold her, the blonde let go of Karen's waist.

This predictably led to the fact that the blue-haired woman collapsed on her stomach between Astrid's legs. And even after Karen was on the mat, she continued to play statues game. The blonde herself put her palms on the mat for a moment and tilted her head back. She gulped air greedily. Considering that every inch of her skin was covered with both her sweat and Karen's sweat, few doubted that she was catastrophically tired. She wasn't even ashamed to admit that Karen was much stronger than she expected.

Besides, she still felt strange. Whether it was just an illusion or not, her body seemed to remember the contact with her opponent's body. And now the Golden Dragon, no matter how hard she tried, constantly recalled how their front sides rubbed against each other. It just stuck in her head. Did she want to throw it away? Yes, of course... or no?

In any case, the Golden Dragon intended to do the only right thing in this situation. Still breathing heavily, she was about to lean forward and grab Karen's shoulder. In one motion, the blonde was going to turn the American woman on her back. Astrid understood that she had to reach her opponent's leg, because then everything would be much safer, but at that moment she was so tired that she decided not to do it.

Instead of changing position and reaching for Karen's leg in order to hook it, the Golden Dragon simply sank down. As if at the snap of fingers, the arena was filled with a loud whistle. Yes, the audience had a reason for this, because after Astrid sank down, her opponent's face was right between her juicy breasts. Taking both palms of the blue-haired woman, the descendant of the great Vikings intended to put them on Karen's stomach so that it would at least to some extent become a pin attempt.

"ONE!"

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Karen hadn't quite reached the point where she couldn't comprehend what she was feeling - she had yet to reach an outright numbed condition - but Astrid seemed to be desperate to put her in such a position. There were few moves more lethal than a piledriver, least of all one that possessed Astrid's raw power pushing down through it. Then again, there were few more enticing predicaments than being squeezed breast to breast by a woman with Astrid's appearance, and Karen had still yet to give.

Though perhaps she wouldn't need to, what with Astrid swooping in for a pinfall over another variety of victory. Hands clutched and pressed to her gut, Karen for a moment thought that Astrid was going for a smothering finale what with her position, only to find the referee swinging in with her hands raised. There was no shame in finding victory through a pinfall, needless to say, but it certainly wouldn't have been as much a statement as outright knocking Karen out. Or perhaps even forcing words of submission from her lips.

But it would seem that there would be time for such, as against her better judgement Karen forced her shoulder to rise before the two count had even finished sounding off. Such a simple motion was made no easier by Astrid's strength pushing down on her gut, nor was it by the heavy bosom resting on her face. Every part of Karen screamed to her to simply let this one go - to simply fight Astrid on another day, perhaps when she knew she was coming.

She didn't listen to those parts, as she forced her way onto her side following her momentary burst of strength.

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The idea of using her lush breasts to completely take Karen out of consciousness was very tempting. However, at that moment, the Golden Dragon was sure that this was not necessary. It wasn't about pride or anything like that, it was the usual logic. They were both tired and Astrid believed that after such a tough piledriver, the blue-haired woman would not be able to gather the strength to break the pin.

So she pressed Karen's palms to her stomach and just waited. She only needed to hear three claps to get the victory. And after the referee dropped her hand on the mat for the first time, Astrid couldn't help but smile. However... in the next second, the smile disappeared from her face as quickly as it appeared there.

The reason was that even before the referee slapped the mat for the second time, the American woman jerked to the side, raising her shoulder above the mat and, accordingly, throwing Astrid off. The Golden Dragon, who, like her rival, ended up on her side, had to blink several times in order to make sure of the reality of what was happening.

"Fuck..." she muttered, her voice filled with disappointment and respect at the same time. "You're damn stubborn, aren't you?"

Astrid reached to Karen. She intended to grab her wrist and elbow, and then pull her up in order to lift her to her feet. Considering that Karen broke the pin after the first count, surely the bells in her head have already stopped ringing. That's exactly what the Golden Dragon intended to fix. But then, without even touching Karen's wrist, she stopped.

"What if..." sounded in her head.

The pin didn't work, it's true. And it was at this moment that Astrid thought that instead of a pin, she really should have chosen a different tactic. Therefore, instead of grabbing Karen's arm and lifting her to her feet, the Golden Dragon intended to wrap her arms around Karen's torso and turn the blue-haired woman on her back again. Slightly biting her lower lip in order not to let strange thoughts overshadow her mind, the blonde again intended to press her breasts against her rival's face. This time much tighter, because now she intended not to pin Karen to the mat, but to strangle her!

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Karen was on her side, where it became drastically easier to breath. She didn't have an Astrid upon her, nor did she have her own massive bosom weighing down her lungs. It was a sweet moment, one she'd of very much have liked to have enjoyed for a good while longer. Minutes, if allowed.

Astrid of course, had little intent on letting Karen's strawberry cheeks lose their shade by even a pigment. No, the blonde was upon her yet again with only the briefest moments of deliberation, and with a move to mind that would ensure Karen's lungs would feel more burnt out than ever.

Pushed to her back with her arms flopping as expected, Karen's eyes opened in a dramatic fashion to gaze upon one of the few busts within the heavyweight division that could match her own. And it was upon her fully in no time!

Arms flapping as Astrid locked her in place, Karen was hopeless in her efforts to stop the smother before it started. Astrid's red hot, sweaty bust had completely closed in, to the point where little of the flesh on Karen's face could be seen by the audience!

Instead, all they could see were her short blue locks, as Karen's arms and legs swung in random, violent fashion as a means to resist!

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When Astrid wrapped her opponent's arms and torso, many viewers took a deep breath. They knew exactly what was going to happen next. And after the blonde went down, plunging Karen's face between her lush sweaty breasts, the audience gasped loudly, after which a wave of excited noise swept through the arena. Surely they have been waiting for this from the very beginning of the match.

Funny or not, despite the fact that Astrid was always proud of her breasts, she never put too much emphasis on it. Until this day. Until this match. Being in the same ring with Karen, she immediately felt that in their confrontation was something subtle, but certainly significant for both of them.

Astrid felt it especially strongly right now, because while she was choking Karen with her breasts, Karen's breasts were right in front of the blonde's face. Suddenly, goosebumps ran down the Golden Dragon's back, and a blush appeared on her cheeks as if she too had lost access to oxygen. The reason for this was a thought that absolutely accidentally appeared in her head.

"They must be soft..."

She had to shake her head to banish these thoughts. Karen helped her a little in this by starting to twitch from side to side in an attempt to free herself. This made the Golden Dragon smile, although of course her opponent wouldn't have seen it. Using her muscles, Astrid intended to squeeze her opponent's arms and torso even harder, thereby pressing her breasts even more to the American woman's face.

"Feel free to fall asleep, Karen," Astrid said. "Then I'll give you a real taste of these crumpets after the match."