Muscle Maze 2: The Mushening
Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2024 7:37 am
"Muscle Maze" Pay-Per-View Endurance Match
Bikinis or belly-exposing attire mandatory.
Karen must survive 50 minutes against Ionel and Unryuu.
They can only use submissions and cannot be too cruel, specifically focusing on squeezing and body to body submissions.
Karen is allowed to cum three times before she loses.
If she wins, she gets a large sum of cash.
If she loses, she gets to be their plaything for the night.
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The first muscle maze had been a thing of cult status in LAW. It was a bizarre and fetishistic display, a session of raw ryona and crushed endurance. A small woman swarmed by a horde of nymphomaniacs each desiring to mark her as their own as her youthful body disappeared behind a flood of hungry muscles and voluptuous swell. While it did not sell the numbers, it had built up a reputation for one of the most raw and unambiguous displays of unbridled lesbian aggression and libido. Poor Mio had been molded like clay, bathed in sweat and flexing abdominals, buried beneath bountiful bosoms, all around rendered little more than a twitching and submissive plaything by the matches end.
That had been a rather small woman; what if the meat tossed to the beasts was of a thicker and more resilient quality? Something more substantial, something one could see more easily being the tormentor? It was common to want a diminuitive victim but the talking heads of LAW wanted to try an experiment, one that was based on the budding interest in this rather niche style.
They had their punishers; the white dragon and the blonde barbarian, watched by an audience of cameras as they stood like barely-animate statues in the blue ring - an old boxing arena quickly converted and reinforced for the flattening to come. There had been no real need for a titantron or a roaring crowd; this was after all, a product to be made but the artists had not yet fully gathered. Two of them leaned in their respective corners, flicking through cell phones yet fingers and feet tapped. They were promised a feast for two and it seemed if they did not get their meal, their hungry eyes suggested they saw one another as fair compensation.
It was an old staple from the Seaside Wrestling League they were offered; not so much a match but a test. Could one endure not just the pain of being the meat of a muscle sandwich as they could the ever-flowing affection of two giants simply brilling with desire?
Bikinis or belly-exposing attire mandatory.
Karen must survive 50 minutes against Ionel and Unryuu.
They can only use submissions and cannot be too cruel, specifically focusing on squeezing and body to body submissions.
Karen is allowed to cum three times before she loses.
If she wins, she gets a large sum of cash.
If she loses, she gets to be their plaything for the night.
---
The first muscle maze had been a thing of cult status in LAW. It was a bizarre and fetishistic display, a session of raw ryona and crushed endurance. A small woman swarmed by a horde of nymphomaniacs each desiring to mark her as their own as her youthful body disappeared behind a flood of hungry muscles and voluptuous swell. While it did not sell the numbers, it had built up a reputation for one of the most raw and unambiguous displays of unbridled lesbian aggression and libido. Poor Mio had been molded like clay, bathed in sweat and flexing abdominals, buried beneath bountiful bosoms, all around rendered little more than a twitching and submissive plaything by the matches end.
That had been a rather small woman; what if the meat tossed to the beasts was of a thicker and more resilient quality? Something more substantial, something one could see more easily being the tormentor? It was common to want a diminuitive victim but the talking heads of LAW wanted to try an experiment, one that was based on the budding interest in this rather niche style.
They had their punishers; the white dragon and the blonde barbarian, watched by an audience of cameras as they stood like barely-animate statues in the blue ring - an old boxing arena quickly converted and reinforced for the flattening to come. There had been no real need for a titantron or a roaring crowd; this was after all, a product to be made but the artists had not yet fully gathered. Two of them leaned in their respective corners, flicking through cell phones yet fingers and feet tapped. They were promised a feast for two and it seemed if they did not get their meal, their hungry eyes suggested they saw one another as fair compensation.
It was an old staple from the Seaside Wrestling League they were offered; not so much a match but a test. Could one endure not just the pain of being the meat of a muscle sandwich as they could the ever-flowing affection of two giants simply brilling with desire?