Nagato Segawa vs Amelie Roux (LunarOcean and Scorn53)

A scowl however did little to dissuade the approach of Nagato. As Amelie rose, Nagato would outstretch her arms before shooting them forwards around Amelie's sides, making her squeezing intent clear. Yet while most bearhugs focused on having both arms around the small of the back, Nagato clearly didn't think that was the case. Her left arm remained there but her right rose until it was under Amelie's shoulders, forcing her larger breasts into Nagato's dense mounds.

The result was Amelie being smushed from tit to tummy against Nagato, proudly flexing and leaning back so her strong abs would crush into the French woman. A slight blush was on her features; the warmth and friction as her stiff abs slowly grinded across the green haired woman's counterparts was undeniable. Equally succulent were her immense breasts, trembling and wobbling as Nagato's nuzzled into them and forcing them inwards.

Her flexing muscles caged the soft, pillowy woman in an iron clamp, the sort where she could enjoy her at her will, smiling as she dragged her body left and right, up and down her own, every millimetre of their fronts alight with pleasure.

Amelie suspected that given her foe had purposefully given her the space to rise, bad things of sorts were coming her way the moment she had gained a full posture. Given the woman's manoeuvres so far, she suspected another sudden attempt at flattening her, or worse, her leg being yet again victim to abuse. She was enjoying the connection she had made with this beauty, much more than she was letting on given her stern face and lack of positive body language, but even she suspected she could not bear the pain of another assault to her dense thigh.

When Nagato reached forward with arms outstretched, only then did it become apparent to Amelie what she was doing. But rather than lock both arms together and attempt to squeeze the sense from the French beauty, Amelie found both her lower back and shoulder blades region embrace. She'd prepare to latch hands to the beauties shoulders in a effort to push free, before Nagato 'went to work' as it were.

But the moment her taller foe began her motions, Amelie found herself in too much bliss to desire freedom.

Not so much squeezed as ground to a pulp, Amelie found a blush on her own cheeks as her mouth formed an O, arms going down to her own sides devoid of action.

"Oohh...you..." She'd groan, every inch of her flesh forced to grind over denser flesh, Nagato's motions upwards seemingly hoisting the giant off her feet with ease for moments at a time.

"Where have you been...all this time..." Amelie groaned, forcing her head forward so that lips were but a inch from Nagato's own, questioning why now her foe had adopted a sexy embrace over trying to bend her leg something fierce.

"So easily distracted..." Nagato licked her lips, not as if a prelude to a kiss but with a an impatient hunger. Her abs flexed again and from the side Amelie's tummy sloped inwards. Nagato's stern hands were forcing Amelie harder and harder against herself and she was visibly compressing against her opponent. Her breasts, once enveloping Nagato's now were flattening against them and her body looked almost like it had partially molded against Nagato's impossibly built body.

The giantess walked around the ring, rocking and hitching Amelie's body against her and leaving no part of her belly or breasts unscathed from her gradual, concentrated grinds. She panted onto her lips, nibbling against the calmly as she had a hundred other women. Yet never once did her iron grip falter.

In fact, it began growing stronger.

Nagato would begin crossing her arms further as Amelie's body would start to undergo a crushing pressure that would make smaller women tap out in minutes. For her, she wanted her to be completely obedient in the end.

Amelie was hardly going to complain at her predicament, given that her foe with a body to die for had now opted to attempt to render Amelie incapable of further fight by simply cuddling her far too hard. Amelie's size would usually offer her such resistance, had her foe been of the smaller variety she was now used to in AFW. Nagato was not.

Chest stiffening as it was forced to cave in against the bigger woman's powerful set, Amelie couldn't remember the last time she was lifted and carried so; legs dangling and swinging as Nagato opted to show the audience that handling a figure such as hers was in fact child's play.

The French beauty herself had been caught out. Yes she was completely aware Nagato had the power and stature to lift her so, and even begin to squeeze her, but as her foes impressive figure tensed further and further, the differences in figure became apparent. And they would have been somewhat worrying, if Amelie was not in a world of bliss.

Leaning back as much as she could, Amelie's gaze would fall upon the ceiling as her abdomen began to tense and cave from the pressure forced upon it. Her toes too would start to curl; hands latching to Nagato's shoulders, as she simply tried to hold on in this perfect mix of heaven and hell!

In complete control, Nagato made a round from side to side, flexing whenever Amelie's hands gripped too hard and disappearing her soft body against her stony muscle. Simply breathing in expanded her abdominal muscles into cruel, sharp forays into Amelie's softer tummy but the pleasure from the friction and force was deeply satisfying. She exuded little effort in compacting her European opponent, forcefully shaping her against her own immensely tough build.

With Amelie free to enjoy, she stopped near the ropes and pressed her against it, her breasts digging into those enveloping mounds before grinding up and through them. Thick Japanese breasts pressed down onto French ones, forcing the green haired woman's shoulders past the top rope. Her thick thighs spread and closed over Amelie's, her feet going over the bottom ropes. Her hands gripped Amelie's, reducing them to iron core against soft pillows as she began to put her through a sexual and sadistic submission; a body bend over the ropes.

Flattened and now twisted, Amelie's pain was draped with the pleasure of her exposed, stretched abs being a comfortable board for Nagato to grind her own up and down in small yet intensely electrifying motions. Her poor breasts would work against her; the more stiff and aroused they got, the more they pushed against Nagato's yet in the process, pushed her own shoulders further back. And Nagato only needed to move even accidentally and their crotches would nuzzle together!

It was rare that Amelie came up against a foe who could even throw her, even rarer so that said foe was actually big enough to plant an effective bearhug on the French beauties tall and curvaceous frame. But the sole use of the word 'effective' would of been an understatement. Simply put, Amelie was melting in Nagato's controlled crush. And not purely because of the pain.

Her own body now somewhat unable to offer resistance, Amelie could but raise her previously slumped head slightly, as she looked either side of her.

"What..are you...ohhh..." She'd moan to herself, as it became apparent Nagato sought to utterly restrain the heavyweight in the ropes themselves. Not that she needed to, which made the motion all the more curious. It became completely obvious to Amelie of just what her foes intentions were, as that first grind came up her frame; the meeting of skin comparable to a pillow grating up against a mountain wall.

Amelie's eyes could but close, as her limbs devoid of activity came to life only to somewhat jiggle against the ropes, as Nagato's figure and strength kept them to the ropes. Each and every movement upwards would force a breath from Amelie, with the preceding downward grinds used by the French beauty to regain said breath. She wasn't in danger of passing out, but at this rate, she was somewhat unsure if she'd ever fully expand her tummy and abdomen ever again. Not to mention the danger that stemmed down low, which became ever increasing as Nagato ground the two sets of meaty thighs together.