Steel and Stone - Kara vs Aniek

The impact rocked the ring and the woman who just smashed into it, spread eagling her limbs and nearly knocking the breath out of her. Her back arched reflexively as the pain flared in and overpowered the rush of adrenaline. The pain took her quickly and she made the cry she told herself to hold in, eyes winced. Reflexively she would roll about, writhing like a snake being electrocuted. However she had a plan. She'd taken hard blows like this before but it was too early to let something like that cripple her.

She was after all, a heavyweight, and one good slam wasn't going to stop her. Her hands were covering her head which still rung but assuming she wasn't struck afterwards, she'd make her move. Rolling towards Kara, she would attempt to grab a foot with both hands. She'd hold it down to steady herself before folding up her knees and swinging them up to her own stomach. In the process she'd hopefully snack Kara's foot and cause her to trip either forwards or backwards.

If this was successful, she would attempt to catch Kara in a modified version of a double leg lock, bending one foot with her arms against her shoulder. Her legs would crush around Kara's thighs, expanding with flexed muscle to both arouse her inner and outer thigh and attempt to crush her muscles back into the leg. It was at once a painful submission hold and a statement of her power - she wasn't going to merely show the strength of her abs and arms, but also her legs.

The idea that her powerful slam would be enough to deter this massive opponent never crossed her mind. In fact, she had fully expected Aneik to be able to get right back up after a blow like that. She just looked too powerful for much of anything to stop her. Kara had to act quickly and lock her into a submission. It was, however, Aneik who responded first to this endeavor.

Kara gasps as two powerful hands lock around her ankle, then she feels a strong tug. Feeling her balance giving way, Kara chooses not to let herself topple without a fight. With her other leg she hops and thrusts a knee out with all the force she can salvage from her momentum, dropping that force upon Aneik's head. This would not go without Kara herself falling flat on her back, as she would have to sacrifice all of her balance just for this.

The smell of satisfaction was replaced with the pain of a knee to her head, exploding her mind into pain. Aniek growled and rolled off, the pain in her back starting to fade just as her head began to ring with pain. Her legs kicked out instinctively before curling. The slam she could've fought through the pain but this was a concentrated blast to the body's command centre. Punching a fist against the ground and trying to focus, she looked through a haze of sweat and dizziness at the recently fallen Kara.

The thought of catching her and squashing her passed her mind but that was probably the pain kicking in. She held back for a few moments, slowly removing her hands as she forced the now infernal pain to suppress itself, at least the thought of it. Cautiously circling around her, she'd attempt to force her to roll over with her arms, placing herself on her back before going for a simple boston crab. She wasn't this move's biggest fan but in the situation she figured it was better to play cautiously.

Kara impacted the mat with a thud, grunting as the her head whipped back and smacked upon the floor. Her loss of balance turned out to be more costly than she thought, a wave of pain bathing her conscious as she reaches for the back of her head, starting to turn over in an attempt to recover from this. With Aneik's hold off of her, she could make some good distance and divert the momentum of the match in her favor if she can manage to get up in time before her opponent acts upon this. However, it proved to be too late.

Kara's eyes widen as she feels her legs lifted up, watching as Aneik forcefully rolls her onto her belly and pulls her legs back. A jolt of pain shoots into her lower back, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists in defiance. This was the second submission hold she found herself put into by this woman. She needed to turn this against her somehow.

Kara reaches for Aneik's ankles, one arm for each leg, and slaps a tight grip on them, squeezing her powerful hands upon them as the muscles in her arms flex and pull. She would endure the Boston Crab as long as she needed as Kara attempts to pull Aneik off balance.

Aniek's eyes widened and she stumbled. The hold had been slightly over a minute in before she felt that vice-grip on her ankles. Even from a disadvantage position this woman didn't stop biting and she cursed as she stumbled a little. Throwing back the legs and leaning backwards, she struggled to retain her hold. A more bullheaded wrestler or a vengeful one would be gritting their teeth and attempting to look in control. Aniek had been that kind of wrestler once but she figured it was time for something a little different.

While submissions and mat wrestling were where she excelled, she knew the value of not dragging one out. Hitting the enemy with a varied arsenal of attacks was the best way to keep them guessing and overwhelmed. Letting go of her legs, Aniek raised up an elbow and braced her palm against a closed fist. Falling back she'd attempt to smack it into the back of Kara's neck to jolt and stun her.

If this was successful, she's swing her body around and attempt to suddenly flip Kara onto her back now, hopefully adding to the disorientation. Trying to grab her wrists, she'd spread them out to the side, raise her chest, and bomb-drop her breasts onto Kara and squash them underneath. The shock would be electrifying to her as well but her bigger, heavier, and dense raindrop like breasts were good for raw battering. After disappearing Kara's under their dense malleability, she'd begin rubbing them in circles, pressing down hard enough she'd be able to feel her rib-cage resisting.

More importantly, she'd attempt to get her underboob to rub against that of Kara's. That was where breasts were the most sensitive. While both would feel it, in this underboob-to-underboob docking, she'd be the one controlling the pacing and how they got aroused. She'd attempt to dock their underbob area together and slowly pull back, forcing Kara's breasts to stretch backwards as she rubbed in place, lightly shaking her immense mounds to and fro to work her up into a twitchy, perked, tensed arousal.

For a moment, it felt like she had accomplished something. She might have gotten Aneik to let go somehow through fighting through that painful hold. That feeling of success is cut short by a sharp pain to the back of her neck, replacing those thoughts with dizzying pain.

In her disorientation, Kara is flipped onto her back. In the moment, she felt like she were being flung around, but by the time she could get a good grip of what's going on, an overwhelming force of pressure presses her further into the mat. Kara's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, snarling as her body tenses up in preparation to struggle.

Pain wasn't the only compromising sensation, however. Kara gasps as she feels Aneik's body pressing into her, or more specifically her voluminous breasts over hers. Kara struggled against her, arms flexing and knees propping up as her breath quickens from Aneik's stifling body rub, feeling this strange sense of arousal and increase in sensitivity.

Aniek's arms were impressive when stretched out and veins bulged as she clasped her opponent's wrists. It was clear there was struggle but by the trembling and stiffening of Kara's body, it wasn't just the Nightly Beast's immense strength that was holding her down. Aniek's breasts were quite dense so for them to not only be flattening Kara's tits but also squishing themselves flat, spreading over the pinned woman's breasts like playdough, meant that she was crushing her with force that while not equivalent, surely felt like a bearhug.

More impressive was how calm she was. Aniek's breasts had spread over and enveloped Kara's and she used this to her advantage, rubbing them around and letting their swallowing mass smooth down every inch of the younger woman's impressive but practically vanished counterparts. She's rub them over them, letting them roll over those poor tits like steamrollers and almost inverting her nipples from how hard she pressed. Then she'd slide forwards and squash them on the way down, teasing her with her tongue sliding across the centre of her tummy to make it all the more pleasant.

After having sufficiently established her dominance in the field of voluptuousness, Aniek would release her arms before swinging her body around. She'd lay across Kara's form, belly to belly, letting her stomach rise and fall but each time, it would be pressing into Aniek's indomitable abs. She lay there calmly, looking at her with a careful expression on her face. Slowly, she began to lay further down on her abs, letting her wait force Kara to flex harder in order to breathe.

That was before she began to move forwards and backwards. Her abs flexed and like velcro, caught and snagged against Kara's. The slightest amount of friction to her already now quite sensitive body would make it feel like sparks were going to fly, forcing her abs to quiver and tighten as Aniek's grinded horizontally over them. Aniek would sometimes hold back, letting them lightly bump before humping down to crush her for longer, more sweaty and frictious rubs that made her pant.

To the crowd it looked like she was almost sawing her in half with her abs or giving her a very suggestive massage.

Trying to fight against this proved nigh impossible. Kara fought with all her might, but even as strong as she was, Aneik's technique was overwhelming. Everything between the weight of her breasts and the sensual torture siphoning her strength was slowly settling in the hopelessness of the situation. Kara was a fighter, and she would not stop her struggle until she was free. Her fight, however, would be become even more difficult when Aneik flips her body over and forces herself upon her, belly to belly.

Kara could feel it. Her body was being suffocated by the will of the larger woman, pressing down on her and restricting her ability to move and breathe. The sensation of Aneik's abs rubbing viciously into her own, crushing her increasingly weakening strength with her own was not only painful to her body and pride, but strangely erotic. The more Kara fought it, the more apparent it was becoming; the feeling of her core being squashed by a larger woman was...well, she wasn't quite sure how to describe it. Sexy was the last word she wanted to use as she never saw herself as that kind of person. With teeth bared, flaring eyes, and blood flowing into tingling cheeks, she would squirm and struggle for all of her strength could muster to fight off Aneik. It was clear, however, through panting breath and the very subtle moistening of her groin that somewhere within the defiance of the muscular, albeit smaller woman that arousal was in the beginning stages of manifestation.

Aniek was almost humming to herself pleasurably as the younger woman's squirming only rubbed their now steely bellies together harder. The slightest rub would've made a less experienced woman twitch but Aniek controlled her muscles with the trained skill of c classical conductor, keeping her movements uniform and consistent against the desperate squirming of Kara. As Kara struggled harder and harder, Aniek decided to make her still. Exhaling before breathing in, she suddenly forced her body down hard, holding still as she let her now impenetrable abs dig down and flatten her opponent's tummy, aiming to force her to be still and squashed.

She could smell the light tinge of fluid from down her thighs and knew what was coming. Rising off of her, she'd pull her up to her feet and drag her near but not too close to a corner. Without warning, she would suddenly lunge forward in the beginning of her "Stampede Assault" special, smashing her with a short range shoulder charge to send her into the corner. Immediately transition into a splash, spreading out her limbs and using her whole body to pancake Kara body to body against the corner, bouncing off before grabbing the ropes again for a repeat of the same sexual squashing attack!

This time, she'd put her own legs over the bottom ropes and grab Kara's arms, pushing her head over her shoulder and her arms over the top ropes, using her whole body to go for a longer squashing press!

It was hopeless. Kara's will to fight was fading as every attempt to fight against this fate was simply draining her strength and furthering her down the world to helplessness. Every movement of the press, subtle or otherwise, was devastating, and with her increase of arousal, there was simply no way around it. Kara's pride, both physical and emotional, was utterly crushed. Her struggle grew weaker and weaker, until finally it was forced still.

But it wouldn't end there. To her surprise, Kara was dragged onto her feet, almost limp as she was pulled towards a corner of her ring, eyes closed shut as she refused to see herself so weak and helpless. The will of the remaining pride she had within herself. Suddenly, she feels a powerful force drive into her, crying out in pain as she's backed into the ropes with enough force to wind her, crying out further when that force returns and presses her against the ropes. The sexual press had begun to repeat itself, now with Kara in a more compromising position. Her arms were forced over the top ropes, and her head was pressed back, and all the strength she had left to struggle was meaningless against the powerful woman assaulting her. She would use up all of it, as it was simply in her nature to fight back. But knowing that it would all be in vain was more crushing than the press she was subjected to, tears forming and face reddening at the corner of her eyes as she tries her hardest to endure. The dampening of her thighs was no longer subtle and became readily apparent to Kara. She was no longer feeling crushed. She was mortified.