A New Taste - Victoria vs Bertriz

Win via physical or sexual submission.


Aphrodite Productions' ladies were generally fairly tall, even their lightweights. It was a joke in some circles to portray them as busty, inflated giantesses but the ladies never took to that poorly. They were fine as being seen as Olympian she-deities and all that size came in handy when squashing one another on the mat. They were very, very open about their sexual leanings. In fact, their matches were often were the sort that weren't too far away from sex.

And if there's one thing they all loved to do, it was to break in new lesbians and bisexuals to the very intimate nature of their wrestling.

From her red-ribboned hat to her slim, criss-crossing red-frilled bikini, Bertriz looked more at home on the stripper pole than the walkway she strode over. Her swaying steps, crossing her legs so noticeably, emanated a raw sensuality enhanced by the deep bassy electronica that crooned and pounded in the background. A shawl made of the same frilly material as her bikini wrapped around her body like a serpent, yet peaks of something far more solid could be glanced by those close enough.

As she vaulted over the top rope, the shawl flew off like a flying snake and the crowd cheered harder. Bertriz was moderately tall at six feet but now she looked imposing. The best way to describe her body was hard. She was a powerfully muscled woman but not a bulky one. Paths of steely muscle trailed up the sides of her belly like cliff sides smoothed by divine hands, leaving a firm central plateau women would kill for. Her gorgeous breasts protruded like the prow of a mighty galleon of old, looking tough as the sleek biceps she flashed at the crowd. She leaned forth on a leg, letting one shine glossily under the neon lights. Her thighs had a highly compressed feel, like a lot of raw power crammed into a tight space and she flexed them one after the other.

Blowing a kiss from her rosy lips, the newcomer took to her corner and rather arrogantly pressed out her venerable bust. She would be the smaller of the two girls tonight... but she had heard the blonde had never had matches that got very steamy. Apparently her agent wanted to help give her a crash course in sensuality... and it was said the virgin ones tasted the best.

Victoria nervously paced back and forth in the backstage area of the arena. Finally, the time to make her debut had arrived. This would be her first time fighting in front of a crowd, and her first appearance of any kind in the AFW. And as if that by itself didn't put enough pressure on her, there was the added fact that this would be the first time Victoria would knowingly place herself in a situation where things were likely to get sensual.

Indeed the blonde had never faced a sexual situation before, and just the thought left her quite flustered. She knew she would have to deal with things like that here in Friciton, but she didn't expect it to be so soon. Victoria was well-trained in multiple martial arts, but something like this was certainly out of her element. And though there promised to be valuable experience to take away from this match, that did little to ease Victoria's tension.

Ever since the moment she was told about the stipulations of the match, a blush had formed on her pretty face, and had remained almost every second leading up to this moment. To try to help her get into the spirit of the match, she'd even decided to wear a white bikini, with the strings tied on the sides of her hips. But now she was beginning to regret the decision.

Unfortunately for her, it was far too late to turn back now as her music suddenly began playing over the speakers in the arena to cue her entrance. So she took a few deep breaths, then forced a smile as she walked out onto the stage. Instant embarrassment hit as she felt thousands of eyes on her while she walked down the aisle, but she did her best not let it further fluster her as she stepped between the ropes to enter the ring.

Still unable to suppress her blush, the blonde walked to the center of the ring and extended a hand for a handshake. "H-hi! I'm Victoria. U-um… Good luck!" she said, somewhat awkwardly as she attempted to keep her composure.

Her opponent was a beautiful blonde with a lithe form. She was taller than her but she didn't have the predatory gait or swaggering charisma a lot of heavyweights she knew had. She could see the nervousness and hints of embarrassment flitter across her face as the crowd whistled and cheered, not as loudly as when their eyes had fallen upon Bertriz but they were treated to a sensual, gorgeous sight nonetheless.

She had to hold back from giggling at her stutter, extending her hand and a smile. "Bertriz Nolasco. A pleasure to meet you." she commented, showing no ill will on her features. "I hope we have a fun match."

Not too long after separating, the bell rung and Bertriz wasted no time jumping into action. Swerving left and right, her tipsy motions looked drunen as if she would fall over yet there was a deliberate groove to her actions. It appeared as if she was trying to throw Victoria off guard. The darting dancer would attempt to charge at her from a diagonal angle, going for a spearing charge to slam her onto the mat.

If she was successful, she'd quickly attempt to wrap her legs directly over her waist, squeezing her tight to her body.

Relieved at least to see her opponent seemed to be a respectable person, Victoria smiled as the two shook hands, then took a few steps back as they separated. She took another deep breath as she tried to focus her mind, and heard the bell ring only a moment later.

Bertriz wasted no time in charging, though the seemingly drunken-like swaying manner of her movements was perplexing to say the least. "What the…" she began, but kept her eyes on her opponent while patiently waiting for her to make her move.

Then Bertriz lashed out and tackled Victoria right down to the mat. Although, Victoria was an experienced enough fighter to know how to react. And so as she landed back first with an "oomph" onto the mat, she did exactly what Bertriz had planned to do, and quickly shot her legs up to wrap around her waist in order to prevent her from getting a more secure position on top of her.

Victoria also then attempted to bring her arms to wrap around Bertriz' head and hold it against her chest. If successful, she'd be squeezing Bertriz' well-toned abdomen in a body scissor while also trapping her head with a breast smother. Although, she hadn't intended to do anything even remotely sexual.

If she managed to lock both holds in, she'd almost immediately begin blushing and let out a slight whimper because of the contact with her breasts. And though she'd try not to be embarrassed or distracted enough by it to weaken her, it wouldn't be long before both holds began to loosen.

Bertriz was prepared to follow a simple routine she'd done many times but Victoria had legitimately surprised her. Like the jaws of an crocodile, her legs swung around and snapped shut over toned body. The woman didn't look that strong but she was reconsidering her thoughts when she let out a little cough, shocked by the raw strength of her squeeze. Genuinely caught off guard, her head was soon pulled forward right into her ample breasts!

"Nnnnngh~" She moaned rather lewdly, headlocked and slowly suffocated. "I guess you aren't as soft as you looked. Or are you?"

While a normal wrestler would've attempted to power her way out, she could hear her whimper and feel the nervousness in her body. Deciding to take it further, Bertriz began to thrust her croch forward, flexing her sides to try and resist the scissors while grinding on Victoria's inner thighs and attempting to rub crotch on crotch. She would also begin moving her head left and right, attempting to excite her respectable rack and cause her to lose concentration.

The blonde's embarrassment had begun to pile up bit by bit with each moment, though she continued trying to keep her mind focused on the match. "Soft? What do you…" she began, but her voice trailed off as Bertriz began rubbing her crotch on hers, and her face on her breasts.

"Kyah! Wh-what're you-- Stop that!" she pleaded, her face instantly turning beet red with embarrassment. Victoria clamped down on her opponent's waist with her thighs to try to squeeze her as hard as she could in hopes of making her stop rubbing against her. But this would only last a moment before she simply couldn't stay in that position any longer.

Completely releasing both holds on Bertriz, Victoria tried to kick her away before scrambling back several feet, keeping her thighs close together and her arms over her breasts as if to protect them. She knew other women in the AFW likely experienced things like this in a good majority of their matches, but it still something too new for her to deal with without getting so flustered by it.

Bertriz was just starting to enjoy Victoria's breasts and their slightly perky nature but the woman had other plans. Like a scaredy cat she was scampering away, legs nearly closed together. It was clear she was getting excited inside. Smirking, she decided not to let her recover.

Coiling her legs, Bertriz kicked off like a jaguar, her lithe body seemingly swimming a short disance through the air befor elanding at the blonde's heels. With a smirk, she grabbed both her feet easily, rolling to the side and yanking her across the mat. She was going to love this~

Bending Vitoria's left leg at the knee and clamping onto it with her hands, she wrapped her strong legs over Victoria's right leg and squeeze, stretching her out in an uncommon variant of the leg stretch manoevure.

"My my my, what strong legs you have~" She praised, tightening her leg squeeze on Victoria's. "I'd love to spend more time with these if you don't mind~"

Her thigh tensed at full power as tough muscle rubbed up and down Victoria's right leg. Their inner thighs lewdly rubbed up and down and the blonde could feel the spaniard's crotch no doubt. Yet she wasn't forcing her legs apart as hard as she could - apparently, she really, really just liked the way their inner thighs grinded warmly over one another to a fetish-like degree.

Victoria hoped she might have bought enough time to regain her composure when she scrambled away from Bertriz. But unfortunately the spaniard wouldn't allow that, and only a brief moment later the blonde found yelped as she was toppled to the mat and her opponent coiled around her legs.

Bertriz' legs were constricting Victoria's right leg like a snake suffocating its prey, while her arms restrained the blonde's left leg. The American began to shout and writhe in pain from the hold while trying to squirm free. But then, a different sensation altogether was added to the mix.

While her leg was being painfully squeezed in Bertriz' scissor-like hold, through the thin fabric of the spaniard's bikini Victoria also felt her opponent's crotch rubbing back and forth against her leg. "N-No! Don't do that!" she said, blushing once again in reaction to the lewd contact.

Victoria then frantically kicked and squirmed with her left leg to try to free it from Bertriz' arms. And if she succeeded, she'd bring it up before repeatedly slamming the heel of her foot down on the spaniard's muscular thighs in attempt to force her to release the scissor hold on her leg. "Let go of me!"

"Don't do this~?" Bertriz doubled down on the squeeze and straightened her body, forcing the blonde's legs further apart. She started to slowly grind her hard, flexing thigh against the inner portion of Victoria's in a slow and delightful motion. Tensed muscle caught and abraded on one another, frictiously building up heat and making the excited spaniard pant, humming as she enjoyed the way Victoria twitched and struggled.

She was thrown from her reverie when the trapped woman's leg slipped from her grasp and slammed into her thighs. Gasping, she pushed off the mat and rolled away. Yet she couldn't help but make a hungry smile as she began to recover and stand again. This girl had some bite to her; she liked a good throwdown as much as the next wrestler. Her tongue moistened her rosy lips as she began to circle her, her body slowly undulating left and right like a mesmerized cobra.

"You must have had a very interesting agent to send you to such a match..." She began, deciding to see how talkative she was as she looked for a weakness to pounce upon.

"No! Stop!" she pleaded as Bertriz began to grind even more on her leg. Victoria had down well to fight back the screams as long as she had while trapped in the hold. And when Bertriz cranked up the pressure and stretched the blonde's legs even further apart, it took all of her willpower to continue that effort.

Fortunately, she managed to free one leg and slam a kick into the spaniard's thigh, forcing her to release the hold. Victoria then slowly began to pull herself up, wincing as she put pressure on her leg, which she hoped her opponent didn't happen to notice. Stopping once she was back up to a knee to avoid making the extent of the pain in her leg too obvious, she looked right at her opponent, who was prowling around the ring waiting for her chance to pounce.

"I…I don't have an agent…" she replied somewhat quietly to the spaniard's words. But she left it at that, feeling it would be too embarrassing to admit she'd volunteered for this match knowing the stipulations involved.

But now wasn't the time to worry about that. She had to stay focused on the task at hand. And so Victoria would wait, knowing Bertriz was likely to make her move at any moment. And if she did, the blonde would suddenly spring up and send both feet toward her opponent's chest with a dropkick, knowing full well that if this connected it would probably add even more pain to her already aching leg.