Stinkface War: Oksana vs. Miyabi

Had Miyabi torn Oksanaâ€s top on purpose, or had she been struggling to maintain a grip on the Russianâ€s breasts and accidentally latched onto the thin, sweat-soaked fabric instead? She would keep that to herself. What mattered was, Oksanaâ€s top was torn, her breasts were on full display, and the Russian wrestler was embarrassed. Miyabi had won a big psychological victory, and she knew it.

<Ha! Look at these big, floppy boobs!> Miyabi called out, yelling in Oksanaâ€s face in Japanese loud enough for the audience to hear. She laughed at her opponent as the other woman cried out in shock and disbelief. She enjoyed the sound of audience members laughing, cheering, and catcalling at Oksanaâ€s sudden exposure.

Almost immediately, the Russian would throw a hard slap to Miyabiâ€s face in retaliation. The Japanese wrestlerâ€s head snapped to the side, a little spittle flying out. “Guwaah,” she groaned, rubbing at her face with one hand. She turned her gaze back down to Oksana and scowled. <Oh, yeah?> she said, before raising her hand for a slap of her own. Instead of slapping Oksanaâ€s face, however, Miyabiâ€s palm would come down hard on her foeâ€s tits, trying to send them jiggling in every direction and really leave a red mark on the soft, sensitive skin.

“Achh!! Oh you fucking bitch!” Oksana squealed as her breasts were bitch-slapped. Her naked chest really hurt from the wicked, stinging blow!

The Russian was utterly indignant that Miyabi had marked her like that. Once again, her predicament had taken a turn for the worse and she was powerless to use her wrestling skills to the fullest. Oks was getting genuinely angry now as her frustrations welled up.

<I felt bad when Katya said we should torture you to make a point, but now Iâ€m gonna enjoy it!!> Oksana hissed in Russian. <Akashiâ€s little pet is going to suffer!>

<You should shut up now!> Miyabi yelled in her opponentâ€s face in Japanese. She, once again, had no clue what her opponent was saying, but it sounded mean to her. Everything that the Russian said sounded mean to her—especially when she spoke in Russian. The whole language just sounded mean to Miyabi!

<If youâ€re trying to beg for mercy, you should just stop struggling and let me stinkface you! You deserve it, after everything youâ€ve done!> Miyabi added. She was tempted to deliver another slap to Oksanaâ€s breasts, but she restrained herself, and, instead, would grab onto her opponentâ€s head, trying to hold Oksana still as the sumo trainee would scoot forwards, trying to sit on her opponentâ€s naked breasts and press her mawashi-covered crotch against Oksanaâ€s face for a schoolgirl-style forward facesit!

Oksana gave a disappointed grunt, as her outburst achieved nothing, but gave Miyabi an opening to grab her head.

She started to squirm in protest as she realised Miyabi was shuffling to move forwards. This was definitely bad news! It would be so humiliating to have this plump brat sit on her face for a second time, but despite her struggles she was powerless to resist.

Oksana cringed as her head was flanked by Miyabiâ€s meaty thighs, and the sumo thrust her crotch straight into her face! At least it wasnâ€t a reverse facesit, so she had been spared a face full of ass, but from a fighting perspective this wasnâ€t much improvement. Her nose and mouth were squashed by Miyabiâ€s sweaty crotch, her chest was pinned down heavily and she was struggling to breathe.

“Mmphh!!” she moaned in muffled protest, flailing her legs angrily. Her eyes were free to look up at Miyabi, and she stared daggers at her tormentor.

Miyabi was still angry with her opponent, but now that she had Oksana pinned and helpless beneath her, she couldnâ€t help but laugh. She had a big, toothy smile on her face as she laughed, looking down at Oksanaâ€s face, squished between her meaty thighs, little more than her eyes visible as she stared angrily up at the sumo trainee.

With her legs pinning Oksanaâ€s arms and the womanâ€s face thrust up against her crotch, Miyabi would toy with her opponent a little, grabbing her opponentâ€s hair with both hands. Instead of yanking on it, she would simply spin her fingers in the brown locks, twisting little curls around her forefingers as she laughed at her opponentâ€s predicament. <Youâ€re a real loser, Oksana-san!> Miyabi taunted, pushing her crotch harder against Oksanaâ€s mouth. <Hey, hereâ€s a question: how does my crotch smell, huh? Better or worse than my butt?>

The sumo asked the question in Japanese, knowing her opponent probably wouldnâ€t understand it. But she got a chuckle out of it, and she hoped the audience could hear it and get a chuckle out of it, too.

There was a lot of weight on Oksana now and she was obviously in a lot of discomfort. The proud Russian hated being trapped and she hated being humiliated, but right now she was getting a big helping of both. She was indignant as Miyabi grinned and played with her hair, casually taunting her as she continued to suffer. Oksana didnâ€t understand but it made some of the fans laugh, which was unsettling and embarrassing. The Japanese crowd seemed to want to see her suffer!

As the facesit continued, air supply started to become a problem. Her nose and mouth were firmly buried in Miyabiâ€s crotch, and despite Oksanaâ€s frantic wriggling she could not free herself from that fleshy prison. The sweat from the sumoâ€s sex was being ground into her nostrils and onto her lips, and the supine victim cringed. Oksana was furious, but some of that fury started to dull as her head began to ache from the pressure of oxygen deprivation.

Oksanaâ€s moans gradually became less angry and more desperate. She flailed her legs in an effort to unseat her foe, but the Russian was not at all flexible and could not reach her tormentor. It looked like she was trapped in the horrible facesit - with the threat of an even more horrible stinkface hanging over her!

<Oksana-sanâ€s a big, fat loser…> Miyabi sang, as she kept playing with the Russianâ€s hair, occasionally giving the brown locks a little pull. <Sheâ€s big, and fat, and dumb…>

She did her best not to lose her seat atop Oksana as the Russian woman kicked wildly, desperate to escape. Miyabi would refuse to be unseated, and, gradually, Oksana seemed to wear down, her struggles became weaker and weaker as she began to run out of air. When Miyabi looked down into her opponentâ€s eyes, she saw more desperation than anger.

<You brought this on yourself!> Miyabi insisted, letting go of Oksanaâ€s hair and pointing a finger at the Russianâ€s face. <Now, I think itâ€s time for you to be taught another lesson! Come on!>

Miyabi would roll off of Oksana to the side, taking her crotch off of the Russianâ€s nose and mouth and letting her breathe. But Oksana would only be able to breathe for a few seconds, as Miyabi would quickly grab her opponent by the hair and try to haul her onto her feet. If she could do that, Miyabiâ€s next move would be to toss Oksana towards the corner, hoping to set her up for the next stinkface!

Being ground down by the forwards facesit really was not one of Oksanaâ€s proudest moments, her suffering in the smothering hold prolonged by Miyabi, who even cheekily lectured the older wrestler.

It wasnâ€t right that she was the victim here! Nevertheless, she was, and when Miyabi belatedly lifted her crotch, Oksana could only lay on the mat and pant in dizzy relief. She was red, sweaty and very dazed, the intense pressure, suffocation, and face full of crotch having taken its toll.

The floored girl yelped as her short hair was grabbed, forcing her tired, topless body into a standing position, only to be unceremoniously tossed towards the corner.

“Shit!” she moaned as she stumbled towards the turnbuckle, knowing full well it was the trademark place where these big wrestlers were tormenting each other with their asses.

Oksanaâ€s lowered head clanged painfully against the metal post, and the exhausted Russian slumped weakly into the corner.

“No…” she whimpered as she found herself back in the dreaded recipient position for a stinkface.

Miyabi let out a victorious whoop and pumped a fist in the air as Oksana slammed into the turnbuckle, slumping down into the prime position to become a victim of the stinkface. “Yes!” Miyabi called out in English, bouncing up and down and waving her hands in the air to pump up the crowd. They were screaming at the top of their lungs. They had been ever since the match began, it seemed. They loved watching the two big women torture each other with their asses.

The sumo trainee rushed forward, then, as she got close to Oksana, she would turn around and do a little hop, slamming her butt hard into the Russianâ€s face the way the brown-haired woman had done to her when she had won the last fall. Miyabi would pull away then, and prepare to initiate a stinkface. She spread her legs a little further apart, and wiggled her tush in front of Oksana tauntingly. “Stinkface you bad!” Miyabi said over her shoulder, grinning.

But then, a devilish thought occurred to her. An almost evil thought. She looked at the downed Oksana, then looked around at the audience. She had a chance to up the ante here, to humiliate Oksana in a way that she would not soon forget. After everything the Russian had said and done, she certainly deserved it.

Miyabi would reach down to her own waist and grab ahold of her mawashi. She would then pull the sumo sash down, letting it drop to the mat, leaving the sumo trainee totally naked. The audience roared as she would step out of the mawashi and once again get in a position to stinkface Oksana—this time with nothing separating the Russianâ€s face from Miyabiâ€s ass. “Stinkface you bad!” Miyabi repeated, before backing up into Oksana, intent on burying the Russianâ€s nose and mouth inside her sweaty butt crack!

The once-proud Oksana could only whimper as Miyabi ran at her hard, turning to deliver a hefty butt-bump straight into the seated girlâ€s face. The ring shook as Oksanaâ€s head was smacked roughly into the ringpost, her skull slamming into metal as her face was squashed by sumo butt. Painful and embarrassing, the bump rattled Oksana, leaving her a little glassy-eyed, her head lolling downwards.

The groggy girl was staring at Miyabiâ€s feet, not really following what was happening - not until she saw the mawashi flutter down to the canvas.

“What!?” Oksana exclaimed with horror as she realised what this meant. She looked up wild-eyed, to the sight of Miyabiâ€s big, bare, sweaty ass looming over her.

“NYET!” she wailed in her native tongue, cringing as those fleshy butt cheeks backed towards her. Miyabi was going to give her the ultimate insult! Poor Oksana moaned as the sumoâ€s plump rear was placed straight into her face. Her world went dark as she was engulfed by the flesh, but she could feel the slick sweat on her nose and mouth, as they slid easily into Miyabiâ€s crack.

Oksana was utterly indignant, overcome with embarrassment at this extreme position, the cheers of the audience ringing in her ears. The hapless Russian squirmed helplessly for several seconds as she suffered the naked stinkface. This was going to be extremely rough to live down!