Ally's unexpected opponent.

Ally would moan loudly as Zaraya's scary threat was brought out in such a soft yet cold voice. The anger in her eyes sent shivers down Ally's back. She began to panic. "Please! PLEASE! I'll Do ANYTHING!!!"

Ally's last words were her last air source as she couldn't speak any longer due to her air being squeezed out of her in the crushing bearhug. Her eyes had already rolled back but she was still barely conscious. Thats when an inverted atomic drop pulverized her pussy pushing any amount of remaining air out of her body and into the Russians face along with a silent scream.

Her head would roll back as her eyes turned completely white. Drool began leaking in a stream from her mouth and she would twitch every now and than. Her ego was broken and it had been less than a couple minuets into the match. She was learning how the Kawai's she's crushed felt and she felt bad for every single one of them. Her unconscious mind had all the flashbacks of the terrible things she had done to the smaller girls causing her to slightly get wet with her crotch still against Zaraya's knee. "What goes around comes around" Is all she could think of in her head.

The crowd was growing more and more... appreciative of Zarya's brand of violence. It might not have been the match they were expecting, but at least someone was giving them the expected squash match. The russian made a show of displaying Ally's now limp body in her arms, shaking and jostling the blue haired girl just hard enough to make her arms flail like a broken puppet and her breasts to bounce pleasingly.

After a few moments Zarya truly added insult to injury, hauling Ally up over her shoulder and parading around the ring with her, spanking Ally's round ass for the amusement of the fans. In truth, Zarya couldn't have cared less about what those people in the audience enjoyed, but this was more about humiliating Ally, gathering up what was left of her ego and mashing it into a fine paste.

A few minutes of displaying Ally like a conquered trophy later, Zarya carried the girl over to the corner and sat her up onto the top turnbuckle, keeping a hand on her shoulder to keep her from toppling over. If she wasn't showing signs of stirring yet, the Iron Soldier would level a single punch at Ally's vulnerable belly.

Ally would be completely out of it. She would be shaken and jostled roughly making her arms flail and move around wildly while her breasts bounced up and down and jiggled to Zaraya and the crowd's amusement. She truly looked like a broken rag doll or a puppet in the Russian's rough grasp.

Even when she was hauled onto the iron soldiers shoulders and spanked repeatedly making her big bubbly round ass jiggle perfectly for the entire population of the arena, She would still not be woken. The only sign of life was a few unconscious whimpers and whines. The crowd would all laugh as Zaraya managed to leave big red hand prints on Ally's large pale butt cheeks.

Ally would be placed on the top turnbuckle. She would begin falling forward before she was caught and steadied by Zaraya's powerful arm. She would still be unconscious and drooling before she would suddenly be woken by a cruel punch to her soft accepting belly. She felt her stomach literally engulf the hard fist as spittle would fly from Ally's mouth. Her eyes would widen as she would begin panting and become fully conscious. She would look all around confused as to where she exactly was.

Her stomach was sore and so was the rest of her body, She would look down at the strong Russian Goddess and make a sad almost depressed face as memories caught up with her. "I thought it was a nightmare... But this is real..." She would say in a terrified voice.

"What are you whining about? You're the one who promised a squash. That means someone is going to be broken, destroyed in the middle of this ring." Zarya smirked, knowing full well what poor Ally meant. "So, what next? You like power moves, don't you?" 

With Ally already propped up in a sitting position on the top turnbuckle, it was all too easy to accomplish what Zarya wanted to do next, attempting to hoist Ally off the turnbuckle and onto her own shoulders, I'm perfect position for a powerbomb. If Zarya managed that, she wouldn't immediately complete the move, instead turning around and walking towards the center of the ring, supporting Ally weight on her shoulders with one hand on the blue haired girls hip, the other gripping her soft, round ass. 

"Ready to come down?" Zarya asked, her hot breath washing over Ally's crotch thanks to the position they were in.

Ally would hear Zaraya's words and let out a quick panicked answer. "No! God No! I hate power moves! Their way too violent!" That was a lie though. Ally loved preforming power moves on the weaker girls but absolutely hated having them done to her. Her pleas would go un answered though as she was lifted up onto the Russian's shoulders with her crotch inches from Zaraya's face.

Ally couldn't help but moan as she felt her ass cheek squeezed roughly by Zaraya's powerful hand, It felt like her ass was made of dough and Zaraya's hand was kneading it.

She would hear Zaraya's question and would moan as she felt the warm hot breath bathe her barely covered bikini clad crotch. She would quickly begin to shake her head as she attempted to wrap her arms around Zaraya's head bringing her crotch closer to her face and planting her large breasts on the top of her head almost hugging it. "Please don't! I'll do anything I promise! Just tell me what you want me to do and I will do it!!!"

Truth be told, Zarya didn't her current position unpleasant in the least. Ally's obvious fear only led to her pressing closer against her amazonian torment and her warm, tensing warm, soft thighs on either side of the Russians head weren't the worse place in the world to be, her bikini clad sex nestled against Zarya's face. She could imagine how many smaller girls had experienced much the same thing. The difference being they woukd suffer the indignity of being smothered unconscious, while the Iron Soldier remained solidly in control. 

A soft, muffled grunt of annoyance escaped the Russian as Ally wrapped herself around Zarya's head I'm a futile attempt to save herself. Was she trying to smother the bigger woman, or was it nothing more then instinctive panic and self preservation? Zarya didn't care one way or the other. The result would be exactly the same... 

Moving both hands to grip and squeeze the plush globes of Ally's generous rear end, slapping and groping her ass cheeks, Zarya's tongue darted out to drag the warm, moist muscle over the front of Ally's bikini bottoms, tracing the outline of her folds through the thin fabric. She would keep up the teasing until the blue haired wrestler loosened her grip, and managing that, the Iron Soldier would finally complete the move she'd started. 

Instead of merely driving Ally straight down to the canvas, the Russian jumped several inches off the mat ans came to land in a sitting position, driving Ally down to the mat between her thighs at the same time with a thunderous Sit-out powerbomb!

Ally would whine and whimper cowardly as she clung to the Russian woman's head. She would be nuzzling her cheeks against the top of the girls head looking for any way to calm herself down. Her crotch was now fully pressed against Zaraya's face almost smothering the girl.

She would begin crying softly again as she felt them moving to the center of the ring. "please!!!" She would beg in a sobbing voice before she moaned at the soft lick to her barely cover crotch. She would yelp as her massive cheeks were spanked and roughly groped. "Oh god please help me!!!" She said as she dreaded what was coming next. God did not help her. Not here.

Ally would let out a loud squeal as she felt Zaraya jump inches off the ground before landing a devastating sitout powerbomb. The scream that escaped ally's lips was almost ear piercing as it was so high pitched and so loud. The only thing keeping her awake was the pain she felt throughout her entire body. She would bring her hands up to her face and wipe the endless stream of tears flowing from her eyes. "W..Why are you... doing this to me?" She would ask in between sobs as She gasped for air. Her chest moving quickly with her breathing making her large bosom jiggle attractively.

"Why? You know why." A sly, devilish smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, an amused expression that didn't reach her eyes, which were frosty as ever. "Isn't this why you came out here? To beat up some whimp? Because you *enjoy* it? Well, that's what I'm doing right now." 

Zarya leaned forward, reaching out with both hands to grab each of Ally's enormous breasts. Her touch was anything but gentle, roughly squeezing and kneading the supple tit-flesh, pinching the girls nippers between her fingers with every clench of her fingers, the tiny top Ally wore affording little protection against the amazons cruel attention. 

"Don't worry. This match only requires three knock outs, right? It'll be over soon... " There was, of course, the special stipulation that said allowed the winner to continue the punishment as long as she wanted, but Zarya didn't remind Ally of that painful fact. She'd much rather spring it on her when Ally thought the match was finally over. The amazons fingers dug harder into those pillowy mounds before Zarya attempted to push the girls breasts up towards her face to cover her noise and mouth, looking to smother Ally with her own favorite weapons!

Ally would groan as she heard her opponents answer to her question. It made sense. She would still be softly crying as her body felt as if it were already broken and she hadn't even been knocked out yet.

Ally would moan and squeal as her enormous breasts were played with roughly. Her nipples became immediately erect as the Russian bully squeezed and pinch them brutally. Ally's breasts were her favorite assets by far because they were so useful against her opponents but today, ally would learn the bad side of having such nice big breasts. "Wait...What??!?! Mmmmph!!!" She would let out confused as her own breasts were lifted and placed over her own face smothering her the way she smothered other girls with them. "MMMMPPPHH!!!" She would let out as her eyes widened and she began kicking her legs and pounding her fists. The only thing posting out of her breasts were her eyes as she watched the cold smile grow on Zaraya's face. Ally's heart sunk as she was filled with fear as she noticed the freezing cold eyes of Zaraya staring right back at her almost into her soul. She would bro g her hands up to Zaraya's arms and try to move them to no avail so she would begin rubbing and massaging and pawing at the muscular arms, probably making Zaraya's arms feel good and motivating her to continue.

The Iron Soldier actually laughed at Ally's attempts at stopping her, the sound distinctly lacking in anything resembling humor, or any other emotion beyond malice. The blue haired girls efforts seemed so pathetic that it looked like she was caressing, even worshipping the Russians muscular arms and stroking the tense cords of raw power beneath her skin. 

"That's right..." She smiled darkly, ".. worship your Goddess. Submit to me." 

Even their position in the wake of the powerbomb made things difficult, leaving Ally's legs splayed wide on either side of Zarya's body, giving her no real way to actually kick the bigger woman. Zarya had every advantage, leveraging her strength and weight into keeping those huge breasts mashed into Ally's face, ruthlessly smothering her with her own soft tits.