When the Music's Over

Jessica smiled. The girl was grovelling at her feet like she was supposed to. The questions would have to be curbed, of course, but it was high time for her to enjoy a small victory. Taking girl's dignity is what she did best and she was doing that damn well here. Irene must have felt like the lowest slut ever. Good. Jessica pulled Irene's head off of her and stood up. She stretched every inch of her pretty big frame and released.

"Tell you what. Let's build up a bit of a sweat. Come to my room. We will wrestle on my bed. When I win, I will fuck you. Maybe you could get some practice in." Jessica led the way back to her bedroom and threw all the blankets and pillows to the floor. She climbed up and got on her knees. The bed was no place for standing. Her muscled body had not yet sweated today and that was something she wanted to change.

She had little doubt that she would waltz through this little match like she did last night, but she still wanted to get some practice in. It was technically her rest day but she was in no mood for resting. Rather, she was in a mood for dominating. And with that would come some pretty excellent sex afterwards. She perked up and got her hands ready. "Come on."

Irene wasn't about to admit it, but she was a little disappointed when Jessica separated Irene from her feet. She definitely felt like a slut right now, but deep down, she loved the submission and the humiliation. It was so exhilarating, so arousing, and Irene knew that Jessica enjoyed it too. Unlike Irene's past lovers, who had been turned off by her desire for this kind of play, Jessica wasn't a prude. She knew exactly what she liked and wasn't ashamed of it, and Irene was eager to give her what she wanted.

When Jessica told Irene what they would be doing next, the girl perked up quickly. A rematch on Jessica's bed sounded interesting. It was a confined space, without a lot of room to move around, so Irene had a feeling that this rematch would come down to grappling skill more than anything else. She knew her submissions fairly well, so this rematch could give her a chance to show Jessica that she wasn't talentless. Struggling to pin each other down or trap each other in holds, with Jessica's power against Irene's technical know-how, sounded like a damn good time to her, especially if it led to a good fucking.

“Alright, Jessica, I'll take you on,” Irene said as she followed her captor into the bedroom and joined Jessica on their makeshift arena. “Let's go until one girl is too tired to continue. My body is all yours if you can wear me down, but I plan to make you work for it.” With her challenge laid out, Irene made the first move. Reaching out, Irene wove her fingers into Jessica's violet locks and tugged her head forward. If she could, Irene would coil one arm around Jessica's neck to trap her in a reverse headlock. With Jessica bent over, Irene would even take the opportunity to hit her exposed back by driving her free elbow into it a couple times. She was definitely ready to give Jessica a good fight.

Jessica was thrilled for a second. She would have another chance to show who the boss was. And then Irene, that twisted scheming bitch got out in front in a big way. Jessica's head lurched forward and then an arm reached around her neck to cut off her airflow a little bit. To make matters worse, the Violent Violet's firm and big ass was sent a few harsh smacks. Jessica would have gasped except for the fact that she had a hand around her neck that made breathing, let alone gasping, somewhat difficult.

The Violent Violet was in a bind. She was on a bed and couldn't simply throw and slam her way out of the situation. This was submissions territory and Jessica was no slouch in this field. The problem was she started off with her head in a fucking headlock. It made no matter. Jessica had been in a hundred different headlocks before and this one was no different. Well, other than the fact that both of them were butt naked.

Jessica decided to use her brute strength to get out of the hold. She grabbed Irene's arm with on hand and tried to give herself some space. Then she planted her other hand on Irene's hip and pushed with considerable strength. Maybe that would be enough to have her head pop free.

Irene growled as she fought with Jessica to keep her early control over the woman. If the Violent Violet had anything on Irene, it was pure muscle, and it soon became apparent that Irene would have to let her go. Suddenly releasing her grip, she allowed Jessica to pull back. The thought of hitting Jessica's retreating head with a good punch crossed her mind, but she decided against it. Bruising Jessica would almost certainly turn this contest into a pure brawl, and Irene didn't want to provoke that if she could help it. She wanted to see what Jessica could do as a grappler.

With that in mind, Irene got into a crouching position and then launched herself forward, hoping to force Jessica onto her back with Irene firmly straddling her chest. If she could pivot around on top of Jessica to where she was facing away from her head, Irene would try to wrap her arms around the woman's powerful legs and pull them up, placing Jessica in an uncomfortable jackknife pin. Due to how formidable Jessica was, however, Irene couldn't imagine that she would get away with all this without some heavy resistance.

The scientist girl looked like she could pop Jessica in the jaw with a quick jab, but thought better of it. Good. The Violent Violet was in an ill mood for a fistfight. Jessica let Irene coil up and then spring forward like a tiger leaping on its prey. Jessica wanted to prove herself a tougher prey than little miss Irene could bear. She fell back and wrapped her long, strong legs around Irene before she could get anything going. No, sweetheart, you don't get to just pivot.

Then came phase two. Jessica lurched to one side, and tried to use the momentum to roll over so she was on top. Then the hammer was coming down, in the form of an Ezekiel choke right across that slim neck of Irene's. A few of those and Irene would be too tired to continue in no time.

Jessica smiled. This was kind of fun. She would wrestle Irene into another submission, and then fuck her again. Wrestling a beautiful woman naked on her bed was a hell of a way to spend a Saturday morning and the excitement of it showed on her face. It showed on her chest too- Jessica's now heavy breathing was making her massive breasts rise and fall rhythmically. And her muscles were becoming nice and tight...

Irene only got to stay on top for a moment before being caught by Jessica's powerful legs. Knowing that she would try to flip their positions next, Irene tried to brace herself against it, but Jessica was too strong for her momentum to be resisted. In a quick second, Irene was pinned on the bed with her gorgeous captor on top.

Not even trying to pin Irene's arms, Jessica went straight for the kill by squeezing the small girl's neck between her own. The Ezekiel choke wasn't a submission that Irene used often. Nothing that required brute strength ever found a favorite in her, but Jessica had more brawn than anything. Irene gagged as her breathing failed, and as her arms went instinctively to pry Jessica's away, it was like trying to bend steel girders. Another problem with Irene's lack of raw muscle: she couldn't just power out of holds.

Irene started thrashing as the situation became desperate, with Jessica no doubt loving every second of it. This fight wasn't over yet, though, because the coed's arms were still free. Her first instinct was to grab Jessica's head and twist it to the side, but neck cranks were a pretty dangerous grappling move.  Instead, she would do something safer but no less infuriating. Reaching into the gap between their chests, Irene grabbed the woman's heaving breasts and dug her fingernails in, hoping to torture the woman's assets enough to break her concentration on the hold.

Jessica's face lit up with joy. There was something pure, something perfect in the struggle. It was a twisting, desperate reminder of a girl's inferiority. There was no doubt that Jessica had the raw power to pull off any move she wanted to and that was on full, proud display here. "You're going to beg to lick my-gaaah! A few tender nails dug into her soft and tender breast and Jessica yelped like a dog that had just been kicked. This girl was proving to have waaaaaay more fight in her and Jessica was not going to simply suffer it.

"If you like them so much, you can get an even better taste..." she sneered. Jessica shifted her body up, so her massive chest was hanging over Irene's face like a perverted sword of Damocles. The Violent Violet wanted the little scientist girl to grasp the situation completely before her humiliation would transpire. Then she let go of the hold, scooped up Irene's head, and plunged it between her breasts.

Jessica then forced her upper body down. She wasn't usually the type to go for breast smothers in the ring, and least not proper ones; it just seemed to overt. But here, naked and on her bed, it seemed like the most appropriate action she could select. Jessica was gifted, in many ways, and she loved sharing her gifts with Irene.

There was a brief sigh of relief from Irene, and a gasp for breath, when Jessica released her hold. Her purpose accomplished, Irene released Jessica's breasts, but this would prove to be a mistake. Jessica's ample orbs eclipsed the daylight from her bedroom window, and before Irene could make any moves to escape, the woman seized her head and pulled her into another trap.

“M-mhhh!” Irene yelled into Jessica's breasts, her cries muffled as the dominant woman continued her effort to suffocate Irene into submission. Her breasts were huge, and the arms around Irene's head were more than strong enough to keep the beleaguered girl's face sealed up air-tight. She much preferred this warm, curvy prison to the Ezekiel choke from earlier, but she was already so short of breath as a result that it wouldn't be long before she blacked out in Jessica's tight embrace.

Fortunately, with so much of Jessica's weight concentrated on her face, Irene's body was just free enough to enact another escape. Choking and sputtering inside Jessica's cleavage, Irene wrapped both of her legs around one of Jessica's own. Using the secured leg as a pivot point, Irene wrapped her arms around Jessica's torso and twisted to the side with all her might, hoping to roll the two so that she was on top. If she managed to pull the move off, she would plant her arms into the bed and push up as hard as she could, fighting to get her head out of Jessica's gorgeous breasts.

"Let everything fade to black..." Jessica cooed. A breast smother knockout was a hell of a way to go under, and Jessica wanted to try it on someone. She was a proper woman, with a lesser woman between her breasts, she felt. And this woman would succumb to unconsciousness humiliatingly. Then Jessica felt a shift. Two legs wrapped around Jessica's own and soon Jessica was the one on her back.

Then Irene tried to lift herself up. That was downright adorable. Like Jessica was simply going to let go of her prize. Jessica wrapped her arms even more tightly around Irene's head and her free leg around Irene. If she had to constrict her whole body, then so be it. Jessica was going to do it. Maybe the girl was strong enough to lift both of them up.

The Violent Violet cackled as she watched Irene trying to get free. The girl was choking and sputtering. "Don't you know when you've been beat?" She pointedly asked. One way or another, this girl was not going to stay awake for long. Sure, she knew a million other ways to knock a girl out, but this is a hold that she held close to her heart.

“Mmmphhh!” Irene continued to wail, massaging Jessica's cleavage with her lips as she struggled and mewled for air that just wasn't available. She could feel Jessica coiling herself around Irene more tightly. The Violent Violet was like an anaconda swallowing its helpless prey, and no matter how determined she was, Irene just couldn't power her way out.

Curling the fingers of her right hand into a fist, Irene resisted the temptation to simply pound Jessica's exposed sides to gain her release. It probably would have worked, but no matter how dire her situation was, Irene was determined not to resort to brawling to prove her worth as a wrestler. Especially not against a woman as strong as Jessica, since she could no doubt punch harder than the dainty scientist.

Escaping was now or never, as Irene was starting to weaken from her prolonged suffocation. Thinking as cleverly as she could in her groggy state, Irene twisted her head down, pushing her features even deeper into Jessica's orbs. It must have seemed like a strange tactic, but Irene never did anything without a reason. By wrenching her head at an angle, she hoped to undermine Jessica's grasp on her and allow her head to pop out of the smother hold. This was her last chance; if Irene couldn't escape this time, her unconsciousness was inevitable. With the lights out, who knew what Jessica might choose to do with her twice-conquered prize...