Natasha Han vs. Radmilla Horacek ~Heavy Accents Are A Go!~

Natasha braced herself, ready as Radmilla came charging in. Again she had to admit she was impressed. The woman was quick, despite her great size.

The Russian planted her feet firmly, ready to try and stop Radmilla as the redhead surged towards her...only to realize at the last possible moment that the giant had something else in mind. Before she could react, that tree trunk that Radmilla called her leg came slicing through the air towards her, slamming hard into the side of Natasha's body. With a deep, guttural roar, Natasha went stumbling to the side, grabbing at her side before suddenly dropping to the mat. She let out a low, guttural growl, cursing herself for falling for Radmilla's trick. That had hurt, and the Russian had no doubt that she would have a bruise there soon.

She didn't have time to worry about that though. She was on the mat again, and Radmilla was still on her feet. Gritting her teeth, Natasha rolled over to her hands and knees, trying to push herself back up before the bigger woman could follow up her attack.

That felt good; smacking her opponent off her feet and letting the crowd know she was on the warpath again. Radmilla didn't have time to drink it in and neither did she have the patience. She would walk right up to the recovering Natasha and make a grab for her head immediately.

That head would go immediately between her awaiting thighs, her hands going for Natasha's arms. Squeezing her once, she would attempt to drop and smack her head-first into the mat, wanting to have her stunned and dizzied.

Natasha let out a groan, as she felt Radmilla forcing her head upwards, shoving it in between her big, thick thighs. She pawed weakly at the woman's legs, right up until her arms were grabbed too, leaving her trapped in her position. She knew what was coming, she just couldn't do anything to stop it.

Radmilla dropped down, slamming Natasha face-first against the canvas, and just like the Czech native wanted, it left the Russian stunned and dizzy, on her belly with her face against the mat. She let out a tiny, weak moan, Natasha left completely open to whatever punishment the redhead had in store next.

Seeing as this was a pin match, Radmilla had a huge advantage. She could merely lay on Natasha and her size and weight alone would likely secure her victory. Pin counts weren't new to her but they weren't her general kind of match. Besides, she told Natasha she'd experience her and she didn't like to shirk her promises. Now, the blonde was stunned and dizzied... perfect for what she had in store. Hefting her up by her shoulders, she'd turn her around and wrap her arms around her.

The crushing power of a hug didn't come however. The dizzied Natasha would get quite a good feel for that hard, tensed body and the mountainous breasts that left little room for her own, the light squeeze forcing her own to get squashed against them. Turning towards the corner, Radmilla would charge, bounding towards it like a raging bull and throwing out her arms at the last moment. This time, it wasn't likely that Natasha would escape being turned into a Russian pancake against the Czech titan!

Natasha felt herself being pulled back up again, but there wasn't much she could do about. Her head rolled to the side, another groan passing her lips as Radmilla hefted her up, letting her powerful arms wrap around the Russian's body. She was, of course, expecting the bearhug, feeling Radmilla's hard, muscular body rubbing against her own, but it never came.

Instead, Radmilla suddenly went charging across the ring, forcing Natasha along with her. Radmilla was right; Natasha wasn't going to be able to escape this. The Russian's entire body jerked, as she slammed up against the turnbuckle, then not even a second later Radmilla slammed into her, practically crushing Natasha between herself and the corner. Natasha's eyes went wide, a choked cry passing her lips, the air forced right out of her lungs as she was sandwiched between the Czech titan and the turnbuckle.

She truly was trapped now, trapped between Radmilla and the corner, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, helpless against the larger woman's assault.

"Where is your finesse and your technical skill now dear?" She leaned down to rub her face against Natasha and it was as forceful as it was erotic. "Now, you are in my domain, under my control."

To emphasize, she rubbed her whole body upwards, ship-prow breasts squashing down fully against Natasha's before smushing across her face. Yet the smothering breasts were nothing compared to the mighty flexing belly now crushing against Natasha's, proudly imprinting the shape of its abdominal muscles in a display of raw and arrogant sexuality. She would lean back and give her a short moment to breathe, ruining it when she surged for and smacked her whole front against her, breast to breast and tummy to tummy. Flexing hard as if trying to literally crush it in she had the better body, she kept her whole body pushign forwards, back curved as she arched towards the poor Russian, arms grabbing her wrists and legs spread, stepping over the bottom ropes.

She was compessing Natasha flat, loving the contact of frantic muscle on well worked steeliness, and she likely wasn't going to stop until she felt her opponent would need to be peeled off of her.

Natasha groaned, shuddering under the assault of the Czech titan, as Radmilla pushed up against her, rubbing her body against her, flattening her against the corner. A deep blush crossed her face, the Russian not only hurting from being crushed by the larger woman, but feeling humiliated at being in such an embarrassing position. Even as strong as she was, as powerful as her body was, Radmilla had her completely outmatched for the moment, and Natasha couldn't do a thing to stop her.

She closed her eyes, weakly trying to push back as Radmilla grabbed her arms, holding them spread out, and hoped that the redhead would get tired of her crushing so that she could find a way to strike back.

"What a smooth, fine tummy you possess. Surely you won't mind me spending more time with it."

That was all the warning Natasha would get before Radmilla's upper body leaned back and her belly pressed on. The metal rings holding the ropes in place began to shake as Natasha's stomach was spread and squashed against the overpowering strength of the Czech giantess. Her face was in utter bliss; eyes closed, lips curling for a smile, and her soft pants causing her own core to only further crush into Natasha's. She slowly grinded left and right, a steamy heat rising between them as she savoured her helpless treat. All good things had to come to an end however.

Pulling back, she smirked to herself as she watched her handiwork in the aftermath. She had much more in store for her.

"Don't tell me you Russian girls are already out of the game after a little bit of cuddling~" she teased, stretching as she waited for her to recover.

As Radmilla pulled back, Natasha leaned to the side, leaning against the ropes as she took in a series of long, deep breaths. Her entire body was aching. It seemed like there was nothing Natasha could do to stop Radmilla, the bigger, stronger woman crushing the Russian at every turn.

That didn't mean that Natasha was going to give up though.

She slowly turned her head back towards Radmilla, as the redhead taunted and teased her, a bit of a sneer crossing Natasha's face. She took another deep breath, then suddenly launched herself out of the corner towards Radmilla. With a loud, desperate scream, she threw herself towards Radmilla, her feet leaving the mat as she jumped towards the Czech woman. She was trying to tackle her, desperate to bring the redhead back down, hoping the sheer ferocity of her movement would catch her off of her guard.

Radmilla's eyes widened. She respected this girl; even desperately outgunned, she was willing to leap head first into the grasp of danger and defeat.

Unfortunately for her, it meant she was leaping right into a human wall.

Natasha's tackle connected and the hard, increasingly aroused body of Radmilla greeted her. Strong as she was, the raw momentum caused her to stumble back but she did not tip over. She stumbled back and her back met the ropes but the Czech giant was still standing.

Even better, her arms were closed over the back of Natasha, hugging her to the very familiar toned body she'd escaped from seconds earlier. Radmilla chuckled, causing her breasts to shake and bump and jiggle, slapping Natasha's face and lesser mounds. Hefting her up until they were breast to breast, belly to belly, she merely held her there, arms trapped against her sides.

"I must commend you for your bravery. More than a few girls would have forfeit but you my dear-" Her arm muscles flexed and Natasha was pressed tighter against her. Her air supply and body would start to feel just a few more pounds of pressure away from being painfully squeezed. "Return to me."

The big squeeze came. With one arm behind Natasha's upper body and another at her lower back, the smaller woman's feminity was forced to mash into the big redhead's. The rocky belly of Radmilla showed no mercy to Natasha's stomach, grounding against it possessively, letting the cleft-like creases of abs skid and rub along the smoother tummy of Natasha. But most focused on those monumental breasts and how they practically swallowed those of Natasha, mushrooming and nearing her face as she squeezed all the harder.

"You'll calm down soon dear~" She teased, leaning forward and bumping her head against Natasha's.