Stinkface War: Oksana vs. Miyabi

Miyabi was in a wretched situation. Not only did she have to endure the bad smell and the sticky, disgusting feeling of Oksanaâ€s butt sweat rubbing all over her face, but she also had to endure the taste of her own mawashi in her mouth, gagging her, keeping her from biting Oksanaâ€s butt and even keeping her from being able to breathe properly. She couldnâ€t spit it out before Oksanaâ€s ass started grinding hard against her face once again.

“Mnnmmmghfh!” Miyabi groaned as she was stinkfaced yet again. This time, she couldnâ€t bite down on Oksanaâ€s butt. Her struggles, as violent and desperate as they were, were to prove futile.

“One! Two! Three! Four!”

The referee was already counting down. Miyabi kicked her legs weakly and tried to wiggle her body from side to side, but that wasnâ€t nearly enough to dislodge Oksana. She tried to spit out her mawashi so that she could bite down on the Russianâ€s ass again, but there was no way to do that.

“Five! Six! Seven! Eight!”

The seconds were going by so quickly. Miyabi brought her hands up and slapped hard at Oksanaâ€s ass, trying to turn the plump cheeks red with a vigorous spanking. But she couldnâ€t get the Russian off of her!

“Nine…”

Miyabi moaned out loudly, still struggling, even though it was all over.

“Ten!”

There was a broad grin on Oksanaâ€s face, brown tresses of hair swaying as she shook her butt from side to side, mashing it into her hapless victim. She was looking supremely dominant here, a sure bet for the win now.

As the ref girl counted to ten, the match bell confirmed it. Oksana had won the match! She laughed and felt a surge of triumph and relief. Losing to this bratty sumo would have been unthinkable!

“Yes! Take that, loser!” she gloated smugly. The ruthless Russian kept her ass pressed against Miyabi for several more seconds, savouring the victory, waggling her butt in wicked revelry. She wanted to make damn sure that she had won, and damn sure that Miyabi knew it too!

After inflicting a lengthy, heavy, match-winning stinkface, Oksana finally stepped out of the corner. She patted her fleshy behind in risquà celebration, showing off the plump derriere that had proven superior, before yanking her denim hotpants back up around her waist. She paraded to the centre of the ring, the topless girl raising her arms to the cheering crowd.

In the excitement of victory, Oksanaâ€s partner Katya wasnâ€t idle, either. The prolonged, post match stinkface gave her time to sidle over to the corner where Miyabi sat defeated. While Oksana paraded to the centre of the ring, Katya would sneak behind Miyabi, producing a pair of handcuffs from her leather bag. The petite Russian would try to pull the loserâ€s hands behind the turnbuckle and cuff them together, trapping her in the corner!

Miyabi growled angrily and despairingly as she heard the bell ring and still felt Oksanaâ€s sweaty ass rubbing all over her face. “Mmmmgh! Mrrrrgh!” she tried to scream, though the sound was almost completely muffled by both her own mawashi and Oksanaâ€s ass. Finally, after several extra seconds of torture, Miyabi was freed. She coughed and spluttered, reaching up and slowly pulling her mawashi out of her mouth. <Stupid bitch…> she would growl in Japanese.

Miyabi wasnâ€t going to let her Russian opponent get away with this. Oksana cheated to win, and Miyabi was going to make damn sure that she knew it. Slowly, the sumo trainee would begin to get to her feet, ready to attack her foe from behind during her celebration and not allow her to savor this victory. But Miyabi didnâ€t get the chance. Just as she was beginning to rise, her hands were yanked up behind her head and handcuffed around the turnbuckle!

<What!?> Miyabi cried out, kicking her legs impotently and roaring, turning her head to see the thinner Russian—Katya, her name was—had snuck up behind her!

Katya cackled with glee as she snapped the handcuffs around Miyabiâ€s wrists. The petite Russian happily skipped up into the ring and went to congratulate her partner. She didnâ€t even turn to look at Miyabi just yet. There was no need - she knew the sumo wasnâ€t going anywhere.

Disdainfully turning her back on Miyabi, Katya clapped her hands and cheered for Oksana.

“Yay!! You did it!!” she beamed, running up to hug her topless, sweat-soaked partner. “That was great! I would kiss you, but… I saw where your face has been…” she sniggered, pulling a face and teasing Oks.

“Oh shut up,” the buxom Russian snorted, shaking her head in disbelief at Katyaâ€s nerve in teasing her. “I donâ€t know why I let you pick these match types…” she sighed, rolling her eyes in put-upon weariness.

“Well it should have been an easy win, you managed to make a meal of it,” Katya retorted. “Still, we got what we came for - a helpless little sumo wannabe to torture!”

Katya turned to the handcuffed girl and rubbed her hands together with relish. She liked to think of herself as an internationalist, certainly the more culturally refined of the pair, and decided to try her pidgin Japanese on their plump captive.

<<Hello Miyabi! So sorry you lost! It was great watching you get the stinkface! Still, donâ€t worry, there are plenty more horrible things we can do to you!!>> she grinned wickedly.

Miyabi kicked her legs and wiggled her whole naked body, trying to escape from the handcuffs and inadvertently giving everyone in the arena a little show in the process. Her efforts were fruitless, of course. The Russians didnâ€t even come after her right away after cuffing her to the turnbuckle—Katya slid into the ring and went over to chat with her partner instead, the two of them speaking in a language Miyabi couldnâ€t understand, saying things that were surely stupid and doubtlessly mean. Even though Miyabi had barely understood a word the two said all night long, that much she was certain about.

<Let me go! Stupid cheating losers!!> Miyabi screamed. Finally, the Russians turned back to her, paying attention to her again. Katya walked over and bent down to say something to Miyabi. To the sumo traineeâ€s surprise, it was in Japanese. Rough Japanese, but intelligible. And it only made Miyabi angrier to know what the woman was saying.

<You get the hell away from me!> she demanded. <Idiot! You know stupid Oksana-san only won because she cheated! She wouldnâ€t…definitely wouldnâ€t beat me fighting fair! So get away! Get away, bitch!>

Katya placed a manicured finger on her lips, smiling as she pretended to consider Miyabiâ€s request to leave the handcuffed girl alone. She also enjoyed watching the captive wriggle and squirm.

“Mmm…. No,” she smiled, before switching back to Japanese. <You did not ask nicely!>

She stepped forwards, and would deliver a stinging bitch-slap across Miyabiâ€s sweaty face.

<Very rude. Are you always this arrogant?> she leered. <It will get you punished!>

Katya haughtily placed her boot on Miyabiâ€s face and dragged it down her body. When it reached the sumoâ€s plump breasts, she would press the heel firmly into her nipples, toying with them as she tormented them. Katyaâ€s taste ran to the voluptuous, and she licked her lips as her boot played with those big breasts. The Russian was clearly warming to the idea of dominating the wilful sumo.

The crowd were raucous at this post-match intervention, but there was nothing anyone could do at this point. Oksana had cornered the ref girl and, by means of a firm hand on the shoulder, convinced the officials not to get involved. The Russians wanted Miyabi to themselves!

Katya used one of the few English words Miyabi knew. When she heard it, the sumoâ€s cheeks would puff out and she would growl loudly, screaming inside her own mouth as the Russian mocked her. <You wouldnâ€t let me go even if I did!> she would snap, not interested in hearing any of Katyaâ€s “cute” bullshit about how she didnâ€t ask nicely.

She yelped as she was smacked hard across the face, her cheek stinging from the brutal bitch slap. <Iâ€m n-not arrogant…but I would have won if you two werenâ€t cheaters. Idiots!> Miyabi would growl, still kicking her legs as she tried desperately to keep the Russians at bay. She would let out another angry growl as Katyaâ€s boot was planted on her face, then dragged slowly down her body, eventually finding her breasts. The sumo would groan as her nipples were smooshed underneath Katyaâ€s heel.

<Get away from me!> Miyabi demanded again, to no avail. She looked around for the ref, but couldnâ€t see her. She would just wiggle impotently underneath Katyaâ€s boot, trying to find some way to escape or to keep the Russians from doing any more damage or humiliating her any further.

Katya smiled indulgently as Miyabi protested the result. <Hush, you were never going to win. Oksana is a much better wrestler and you are a sore loser,> she told the handcuffed girl as she made her squirm beneath her boot. <As soon as you stepped in the ring with her, you were destined to get the stinkface!>

The petite Russian giggled at her helpless playthingâ€s predicament. <Maybe I need to spell it out for you,> she smirked.

On a wicked impulse, Katya would turn her back on Miyabi and lower her red shorts. The brunette was wearing lacy black lingerie which left a lot of her pert, pale-skinned butt on display.

“My turn!” she laughed, pushing her hips back to give the bound girl yet another stinkface in the corner.

<You donâ€t know that,> Miyabi hissed, as Katya said that Oksana was a better wrestler than she was. The sumo trainee was not about to take that without a rebuttal. <In the fair parts of our fight, I beat her two stinkfaces to none! Who would you say is a better fighter, huh!?> She growled and shook her body, trying to get Katyaâ€s boot off of her, but to no avail.

Things would only get worse for Miyabi. Oksana seemed to be taking a break from tormenting her, but the smaller Russian, Katya, was just getting started. Miyabi screamed in frustration as she watched the smaller girl slide down her red shorts to expose her pale-skinned behind. <Oh, come on! This is stupid! Completely stupid! I would crush you so easily if—mmmpgh!>

And, just like that, Miyabi was getting stinkfaced again, this time by her opponentâ€s smaller but equally cruel partner.

Katya squealed with laughter as she got in on the stinkfacing act, rubbing her pert butt into poor Miyabiâ€s face. The crowd were certainly quite raucous at this bonus material they were getting!

What Katya lacked in curves, she made up for in enthusiasm, giving the handcuffed girl a rather energetic going-over, gyrating her hips quite aggressively.

“Haha, I know Iâ€m not good as you, Oks,” she giggled as she eventually stepped forwards, pulling her shorts back up.

She turned around, rummaging in her leather bag as she idly teased Miyabi. <Had a lot of ass today, havenâ€t you? Youâ€re now the resident expert on being stinkfaced!> she smiled.

Katyaâ€s smile became wider when she produced a small vibrator from her handbag and held it up in front of the sumo. <You will like this better though, huh?>