Power Play: Marlee Jackson vs Moira Pandela

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"Nnnnghhh... what?" Marlee burbled stupidly as she felt her face being tapped, slowly bringing the curvy Kiwi back to consciousness. Her chest heaved as she took in a breath, touching a hand to her forehead. Then the memories came rushing back, the smothering kiss that had sent her crashing into unconsciousness. Her eyes fluttered open and she found Moira staring down on her.

"Damn it," she murmured, pushing up onto her elbows groggily. Dazed as she was, however, she had enough of her wits to know she hadn't Quit the match, even if things weren't going very well for her so far.

"I'm still... in this," she declared unconvincingly, trying to clamber unsteadily to her feet and continue the match.

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Moira opted to back away, happy to let Marlee tire herself out with the effort of that rise. On her own feet first for a change, Moira had her hands to her hips and paced a little side by side, watching as the smaller heavyweight eventually joined her. As she did, Moira shot the girl a grin, one that was a toothy one to say the least. Where as Marlee could have likely have swung the match in her favour if she was quick and smart enough, it was a monstrous level of fatigue that was against her, one that was only made worse by the fact the girl was just put right out of it. Moira on the other hand, simply had to continue with what she was doing, though perhaps in favour of attempts at outright KO-ing her foe again, she'd merely bring Marlee to the brink, before giving the official a chance to ask the all important question.

"Match rules say I can have my fun with you until you say the magic words..!" She'd hum, before bending forward; a motion that carried the definition of cleavage, with her hands sliding down to rest on her thighs. One of them did at least, as for all the while Marlee was struggling one way then the other, Moira was flirting and teasing; a wink given as she blew Marlee a kiss!

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Marlee tottered unsteadily on her feet, still groggy and breathless from Moira's dominant treatment in the match. The curvy Kiwi tried to set herself properly and advance on her voluptuous opponent, desperate to try and salvage some kind of pride from the match. Her eyes were drawn unwittingly to Moira's magnificent cleavage as the woman bent forward blowing her a kiss. Marlee found herself blushing in embarrassment.

"You haven't beaten me yet," she quipped unconvincingly. "Not until I say those words..." And with a snort of frustration, Marlee lunged recklessly forward, attempting to lock up with her opponent again despite her severely depleted reserves of strength and endurance!

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Slowly rising, with Marlee in tow if a little exhausted herself, Moira had no lack of faith towards winning the match now. Initially wary that Marlee would summon a sudden burst of strength and turn this all on her, the level of strain on her smaller foes voice as she rose up told Moira that her fatigue was genuine and rather excessive. All Moira had to do now was simply not slip up, and the day was hers. And surely enough, the near opposite of a slip up soon presented itself, as Marlee opted to cut what tiny distance there was between the two of them and lunge at her!

Giggling loudly, Moira looked to catch Marlee with literally open arms as the woman drove into her. Leaning in as to ensure that she wouldn't be pushed back even slightly, Moira was confident in her posture as her grip went high. Around Marlee's head, to once more pull her against her bust!

This time with a key difference - that being in the fact Marlee's eyes were out the top of Moira's cleavage! And forced to stare right into Moira's eyes, so that the bigger heavyweight could see when Marlee was truly struggling!

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Marlee charged recklessly at her heavyweight opponent, desperate to exert some kind of control over the match once again. However, her charge was unsteady, her senses dulled by the treatment she'd already received, and the curvy Kiwi instead went blundering straight into Moira's waiting arms!

"MPPGHH!" Marlee squealed as her face was buried into Moira's cleavage, leaving the buxom New Zealander flailing helplessly at her adversary's grip as she was wrapped up, the other woman's arms around her head. She wiggled and squirmed, but in her groggy weakened state she was no match for Moira's strength. She tried to shake her head, only succeeding in nuzzling against Moira's pillowy bosom to compound her humiliation. Stuck fast, Marlee could only stare wide-eyed up into Moira's face, slowly drifting towards unconsciousness yet again as her breath was smothered away.

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Almost on cue, the moment Marlee began to fade, she'd suddenly find the ability to breath again. Lightly clutching her smaller foes head, Moira hummed and smiled, keeping a hold of Marlee's head as the gal refilled her lungs. With the rules now in mind, she wasn't going to do something so amateur as to let her foe escape a losing predicament, in favour of outright passing out...

"Given you haven't said the magic words, I guess you must be enjoying this..." Moira teased, a wink given to Marlee as she lightly cuddled her head, barely resting the girl against her bust though at the same time keeping her grip quite strong. The moment Marlee's breathing began to turn to normal, with deep gasps replaced for normal ones, Moira would simply pull again. To reset the predicament, and leave Marlee once more in that marshmallow heaven/hell!

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Just before unconsciousness came crashing down on her, the pressure around Marlee's head eased, and she was able to pull back far enough to take in a lungful of air. Her eyes fluttered as she regained some semblance of consciousness. Then she heard her opponent's mocking accusation that she must have been enjoying herself.

"Wha...?" Marlee blurted dumbly, looking up groggily at Moira. Just as she felt like she was getting her breath back, her vision clearing slightly, her head was pulled forward again.

"Mmpphhh!" she burbled into Moira's pillowy chest, once again having her air constricted by the heavyweight's squeezing power. She realised with a pang of dismay that she was being utterly toyed with. Moira could have knocked her out several times over by now. Her curvy frame twitched weakly as she made a token struggle, but in reality the New Zealander had no way out. She could only stare up through fading vision into Moira's eyes and wait for oblivion yet again.

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Moira literally tutted - a shake of her head given, as this girl didn't register that she had thoroughly been beaten. Or perhaps she had, and she simply wanted to enjoy the spectacle that was a Moira Pandela smother up close and personal.

Not at all agitated, for every second of this was enjoyable, Moira would slowly look to peel back. Pushing off her knees, she'd seek to fall to her rear before going further, as to have herself flat. Without fear of pinfall being in her way, the brunette hummed and purred as she pulled Marlee with her. The pose and grip Moira had would remain the same, but now her smaller foe would be forced to blanket her, and perhaps be overcome by warmth from laying on that lovely, curvy human mattress!

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She'd already been knockout out cold once, and Marlee knew it wouldn't be long before it happened again. Despite her desire to keep fighting, it was clearly apparent to everyone in the arena that she was no match for Moira, the smothering offensives having taken their tole and left Marlee weak and groggy, unable to muster any kind of meaningful foothold in the match any longer. Now she just wanted out of this breathless torture.

"Hnnhh..." Marlee breathed weakly into Moira's cleavage, the fight now smothered out of her. In a feebly motion she attempted to tap at the arms wrapped around her head in a gesture of submission, her eyes rolling as she just barely clung to consciousness. No other motion would be seen from the curvy Kiwi as she sagged limply against Moira's frame, totally outmatched by the power of her foe.

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The tap at Moira's hands, even if it was to be taken as a sign of submission, would simply not be enough. Marlee would have to mutter the words for her marshmallow heaven to end, and that was that. Moira perhaps could have switched holds yet again, even with her limited arsenal, but the image in her mind of her forcing Marlee's end whilst the gal laid across her was too good for Moira to skip out on.

Hence, the 'torture' would continue, with Marlee finding her face completely submerged in soft, spongy flesh for what felt to be close to half a minute. Before Moira once more let up, pulling gently at the girls head to bring it out of her bosom. Marlee would be given chance to breath freely, though Moira naturally wanted her to use said breath to admit her submission, as opposed to merely prep for more heavy smothering!