The War: Bianca "Bubbles" Burste vs. Femke "Golden" Brouwer

If Bubbles was in heat, so was Femke, who felt half-insane the entire time she was touching Bubbles. If this wasn't a competitive match, she would have started humping Bubbles's leg like a dog. She wouldn't have cared about appearances. She was just craving Bubbles, and that sensation was so intense that, at points, it almost rivaled her drive for victory. She tried to find ways to harmonize them, to synthesize them, where she could. This, right now, as her mouth clamped down on that tit, suckling like a lion cub while her knee smacked and grinded into the American's sex, was most definitely one of her better efforts.

As Femke took her turn again inside the ring, Darya's fortunes waxed along with her wife's. She had lasted a few seconds longer than Mariah during their fingering duel, though the ending had been somewhat hazy, and now she could taunt the other manager as much as she wanted so long as her champion was on top. What could Mariah say to dispute Darya's teasing? The Russian almost hoped for a crack in Mariah's armor, for her to show some emotion, to get annoyed, or flustered, or even to admit something or another. Of course, the woman was a consummate professional and did nothing of the sort. But just because she didn't expose herself emotionally didn't mean she was unwilling to expose herself in other ways—as Darya soon found out, to her surprise and delight. Her eyebrows raised up, and her lips cracked a big, genuine smile as her hands reached out, cupping the orb below where it was exposed, hoisting it up as she lowered her face to meet it.

"A precious gift," she would breathe, letting her breath wash over that tit, moist, hot air washing over the nipple and down into the regions which the cocktail dress still covered. "I vill treasure it." She opened her mouth and, very gently, took that nipple into her mouth. She started slow, unlike her wife. She had no match to win. She could be tender, tentative, almost like a baby as she began sucking on the breast, eye glancing up into Mariah's and holding contact with them.

Femke continued to be much rougher inside the ring. Her teeth worked on that tit as she yanked her head upwards, stretching the breast with it, almost as if she was trying to tear chunks off. But this wouldn't get bloody. Her teeth left indentations as she popped her mouth open, letting the breast fall back into place, wobbling wildly, nipple fully erect. She let her head dropped and nipped the tip of that nipple, then swirled her tongue around and around, letting globs of saliva fall and be pushed by the tongue, coating that teat thoroughly...

Bubbles was pulling them across the ring. Femke almost hadn't noticed, as she slid along, too, making little readjustments that had at first seemed perfunctory. But she knew now that Bubbles was moving them. She was sliding, and Femke's head was not positioned exactly where it was, right above her chest. The Dutch woman huffed. She had a plan, anyway, and Bubbles would not ruin it. Her face descended again...and landed, this time, on Bubbles's abdomen, and she hungrily licked away first at her solar plexus, tongue "punching" at it repeatedly, and then, as she slid further, she slobbered over individual packs in Bubbles's abs...and opened her mouth wider to gnaw at them, give them a nip with her teeth. Her mouth kept moving lower, and her tongue found Bubbles's navel, stabbing deep inside of it...

...her ultimate goal, as they kept sliding, would be penetration a little further down.

Mariah’s breasts were not quite on the level of Bubbles, but then, she only knew of one woman whose were, and she was currently in the ring, brutally engaged in sensual combat with her wife. Without that comparison, though, they were still an impressive pair, as they had to be in order to keep someone like the Virgin Killer satisfied. Nice, round, supple, pliant. She suspected Darya would fine them most pleasing, and her suspicions turned out to be true.

Her grin went wide as Darya took the bait and brought those fingers to her breast, inspecting it like a melon in the market. She would give her rival credit for one thing above all else - the woman had a way with words, knew how to delight with her voice alone, and realized the value of patience. She took her time and found a hardened nipple waiting, aching to be gorged upon. The eyes that stared back at Darya were a strange mix of appreciation and wild lust, as Mariah chewed on her lip to keep her moans inside. Wanting more and more contact, she brought her bar leg up and rested it on the Russian’s lap, enjoying the sensation of their hot, bare skin, as goosebumps slid against each other.

It was a struggle to divide her attention, however - as unspeakably hot as Darya was, there was a spectacle happening in the ring, and the sound of her wife screaming was hard to ignore.

Not that she blamed Bubbles from making noise, as Femke seemed to determined to eat her alive. It was the only reasonable response when the other blonde tore away her breast, gnawing at it with savage abandon and yanking it all about. There was simply no escape from this woman, and while Bubbles made a valiant effort at pulling them across the ring, Femke came along every inch of the way. She was insatiable, and it felt like their bodies were tethered together by some unseen force.

All her squirming managed to do was make Femke move further down with that tongue of hers, taking of her stomach, her abs, her bellybutton - nothing was off-limits, and she was only getting lower and lower. Somehow, Bubbles doubted she would just give her pussy a quick nibbling and keep going from there.

So. It was clear what her ultimate target would be and there was little keeping from it. But that didn’t mean it had to be completely on her terms.

As Femke went lower, Bubbles’ could feel her breasts sliding against her leg, pressing against her thighs with their oppressive weight. It felt good, of course, like every bit of contact from her fellow titaness, but what’s more, it gave her an idea. She’d never tried this before, but then again, she’d never had an opponent it would work on.

Bubbles’ slid one leg in between Femke’s breast, pressed the other one on the outside, crossed her ankles, and proceeded to apply a scissorhold, putting immense pressure on the golden beauty’s left tit, squeezing it hard. It wasn’t her full power, not yet - for now, she only went half strength, wanting to see what kind of reaction it would get.

Darya could tell that Mariah enjoyed hearing her speak. The Russian accent, which was so often the butt of jokes in American culture, always surprised with its seemingly incongruous exotic qualities. It lent Darya a husky, mysterious, femme fatale vibe, and since her new rival seemed so enamored with it, the Russian would keep talking, making sure to use her voice to keep Mariah just that much more aroused. Even with her mouth closed around that teat, Darya would moan, and purr, the throaty noises causing the tit between her lips to vibrate slightly. And when that leg set itself in her lap, the noises would become louder, a little more excited...as she wrapped an arm around that leg and pulled it into herself, as close as it could be. It rested in her lap, one side pressed against her tummy, bunching up her dress and nearly revealing her indecently.

It was a wondrous position to be in. And then, the noise of the audience throbbed into a roar, and Darya had to try to contort herself around to cast her eyes into the ring while keeping that nipple between her lips. She used her arms to try to push Mariah a bit, adjust her in her seat so that she sat a little more sideways, so that Darya could continue to suckle while watching...

...watching Bubbles stop flailing across the oil-covered ring and begin a captivating counterattack. Femke's mouth kept sliding lower, tongue emerging from that navel to draw a wet line down to Bubbles's mons, pausing there to once again let the teeth get a nibble. Femke was leaving a series of faint bite marks all the way down Bubbles's body, slight blemishes which served to mark her territory—a territory which she intended to include all of her foe's generous form within. After that nip, she slid her mouth down further, finding the blue sling bikini putting up some resistance, wedged as tightly as it was into Bubbles's nether regions. Undeterred, Femke bit onto it and began pulling it aside just as Bubbles's legs came up.

And then, those legs found her hanging breast, closed around it, and squeezed.

Femke's eyes opened wide, as she was just plain shocked by the maneuver. And it hurt, too, making her lip curl a little bit in pain as she let out a loud huff through her nose. She looked up at Bubbles, making eye contact again. You are a genius, Femke thought, as she stared into her opponent's eyes, once again feeling as though she could probably beam these thoughts into Bubbles's mind. I wouldn't ever have thought of it, and now I don't know why, because it is perfect.

Out loud, all she would do is growl, making a low rumbling noise, and yank on the sling again to expose Bubbles's sex, deciding to test her luck and see how Bubbles maintained the hold with a tongue in her cooch.

As absolutely divine as it felt to have Darya working away at her with those lips, Mariah couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. After all, she was diverting her attention away from the heavenly display in the ring, forcing her to keep at least one of the eyes away from the sight they’d been blessed to witness. It was almost like forcing someone to stay indoors during an eclipse, taking them away from a splendorous spectacle that would rarely happen in their lifetime.

It surely was a spectacle, too, a fact that couldn’t be debated from anyone who could make out what was happening in the ring. To the unobservant observer, it probably seemed as if Femke was still in total control. She was the one on top, while Bubbles thrashed beneath. It was her teeth marks that adorned Bubbles’ body. She was the one who was perilously close to Bubbles’ pussy, with another orgasm surely coming soon after.

But that inattentive eye would miss the importance of Bubbles’ legs, the way they were positioned, and the power they were bringing to bear. Even if it did see it, it was hard for the average woman to understand what it felt like to have a breast that big squeezed in such a way.

But Bubbles understood. And Femke damn sure understood.

As her rival growled her way, the Virgin Killer gave a throaty laugh in return and spit to the side, taking a quick moment to get out some of the oil that had snuck its way past her lips. It was a moment of sheer triumph, but it wasn’t meant to last - her move, while innovative hadn’t stopped Femke from reaching her goal.

Bubbles gasped as her sex was exposed, and she looked down at Femke with challenging eyes. All at once, the challenge was understood. It was pain versus pleasure. Could Golden endure while the Virgin Killer laid waste to her chest? Could Bubbles hold on while Femke filled her with heavenly pleasure? Something would give, and while no one was laying bets, she knew where her money would be.

She slammed her legs together, redoubled her efforts, and brought out the full strength of her thunderous thighs, smashing Femke’s breast between them as she slammed her fist into the mat. ”Go for it!”

On sidelines, Mariah could only look on in awe as their wives engaged in a fierce test of wills. She couldn’t be greedy, not now. ”Here.” With great reluctance, she pulled her breast away from Darya’s mouth and slid all the way over, so that she could sit on the Russian’s lap. It let her start a slow rubbing, grinding against Darya’s bare pussy beneath her, while giving her full access to Mariah’s front with her hands, allowing her to touch as she pleased - but, most importantly, Mariah’s hair was short enough to not obstruct her counterparts view. They could both watch, uninterrupted.

Darya knew that she should be focusing her attention on the battle taking place in the ring. As scrumptious as the teat in her mouth was, Femke would be pouty for days if Darya missed the moment when she decisively turned the tide of this match in her favor. It wasn't like the matches back in Berlin, where Darya could watch for five minutes until Femke took complete control, then fool around with some of the cute wrestlers and managers sitting around her. No, this was the biggest match of her wife's life, with drastic repercussions for them both—and for the opposing couple, as well!

Mariah understood, and she pulled her breast out of Darya's mouth. The Russian couldn't help but make a plaintive little whimpering noise, like a pathetic little puppy, as that delicious orb pulled out from between her still-puckered lips. That was instinctive, and she was sad to see the tit go. But Mariah would not deprive her. The brunette would slide out of her seat and take one on Darya's lap, her big, firm rump grinding down into Darya's sex...and her own body completely exposed to the Russian's nimble hands.

Darya gladly brought one hand up Mariah's short skirt, finding her sex and beginning to fondle it again, while the other hand reached up to grope that exposed tit with all five fingers. She rested her chin on Mariah's shoulder and gave the woman a smooch on the cheek. "It is ze perfect battle," she mused, as she cast her gaze once more up into the ring.

Femke and Bubbles locked eyes again, and the unspoken challenge was made and accepted. Femke laughed joyfully, totally in awe of the brilliance of the impossibly beautiful woman she was wrestling. The battle of pain against pleasure was a classic one, but never had Femke experienced it like this. Her tit—that huge, perfectly spherical symbol of her womanhood—was going to be wagered, and it was possible it was going to be annihilated in the struggle. But it was worth it. Bubbles had wagered her cooch, her sweet sex in this contest, and Femke, staring into that alluring crevasse, was going to make some sacrifices in order to experience it in all its glory, and bend it to her own will.

Bubbles spat out the oil in her mouth. Femke gathered up spit in hers, too—and let it spatter all over Bubbles's pussy lips, warming them up and giving them that little extra lubrication for the battle to come. "Let's go!" Femke yelled, before she dropped her mouth onto that sex—and, as her tongue stabbed into it, plunging roughly into those folds and batting them about, she let out a roar right into that amazing crotch, as she felt her breast smashed between those thunder thighs, flattened more and more each passing second, making her eyes water as she nevertheless pushed onward with her cunnilingual assault!

There was a very real part of Mariah that felt guilty about taking that breast away from Darya’s mouth. It was like taking a bottle out of a baby’s mouth, and the whimpering, whiny little noise that the Russian made only solidified that feeling. She was enjoying it so much and Mariah was enjoying being enjoyed. Such practiced lips, too - she could only imagine the things that she had done to Femke’s breasts, the licking, the biting, the sucking…

But she wouldn’t have to imagine it for much longer, would she? If Bubbles won, she could just make Darya savage Femke’s breasts. Not that she would need much encouragement to do so, but it would be hot, all the same, especially considering how one of those breasts was guaranteed to be quite sensitive, given what was currently going down.

Bubbles closed her eyes, tensed her muscles, and let loose with the sort of squeal that was typically reserved for the women she fucked into oblivion herself. She knew Femke could use her tongue for more than growling and roaring and biting, but the pleasure she forced into her body was more than she’d dreamed.

The tongue came in like a piercing spear, shooting Bubbles’ core. No preamble, no tease, just merciless plunge.

Her howl echoed through Bubbles’ body and did more than any machine ever could, tingling each nerve along her folds and leaving her slack jawed.

She would never knock the talents of her own wife - Mariah was dynamite in bed, with a wicked tongue that she could wield like a lash. But Femke had a ferocity that she couldn’t match, and she wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Liking chocolate didn’t mean strawberry tasted any less sweet.

”Fuck, fuck! Is that…” Bubbles closed her eyes and took a long sniff, savoring the scent of mixing oil and sweat, along with the faint hint of tears. ”...is that the best you can do?”

The pleasure rushed through her body, made her shiver, and for a sliver of a second, her hold lost some of its power. Bubbles gasped, realizing the lapse, and she immediately moved to hunker down on Femke’s breast more than ever before - if her rival was going so hard, she could do nothing less than attempt to match her. Instead of applying the scissor in one, long squeeze, Bubbles turned it into a rhythmic pulse, easing up, giving Femke’s breast some relief, only to hammer down a second later, harder than before. She repeated with steady motions, as if following some unheard beat, trying to break Golden’s concentration.

All while Mariah watched and smiled. ”Quite a move Bubbles came up with there.” She leaned back and rubbed her shoulder against Darya’s breast. ”I can’t wait to see her try it on you.”

Femke kept screaming into that sex, and her throat was starting to feel raw with the constant roar directed right into that hot, dripping womanhood. However bad her throat felt, it was not in as much pain as her tit right now. Squashed to less than a quarter of its usual width, the orb was now deflated, the legendary pancaking which so many wrestlers talked about but very few actually experienced. Thighs the size of tree trunks crushed her breast like rolling pins. With tears welling up in her eyes, she wondered how long it would take it to retake its usual shape...and how long it would take it to stop hurting. For a second, it felt like Bubbles was easing up...and then the pain came back, even worse than before, and Femke yelled again, as the squeezing became rhythmic, insistent, nagging to the point it nearly drove her insane.

Even through all the pain, Femke's adoration of Bubbles only grew stronger. Not only was the woman ridiculously sexy, and just as strong as she was...but Bubbles was fiercely intelligent, too, hiding that high IQ underneath an amiable, unassuming exterior. This move was brilliant. She was brilliant. Femke knew she had to do her very best in order to be worthy of suffering like this by Bubbles's legs.

"Fffffmmmmmmgggh!!" she yelled into that hot pussy, every word muffled by it, Femke refusing to come up for air. The breath she took in through her nose was hot, highly scented by Bubbles's crotch, and made her a little bit dizzy, but that was all she could afford. She had to keep going, plumbing deeper, swirling her tongue around in circles, slowly stroking upwards within that sex. She brought her hands up, grabbing onto the meat of Bubbles's inner thighs just to the side of her labia. She didn't try to pull them apart at all, didn't try to save her aching tit. She just wanted to feel those legs, those powerful, tensing muscles...she stroked them, slowly, massaged them, caressed them, hoping Bubbles knew just how much Femke loved those thick, dominating limbs.

Her tongue, sliding upwards, would dip up from its explorations, returning to a treasure much closer to the surface. It prodded Bubbles's clit, teasing it at first, and then Femke would take as deep a breath as she could and bury her face completely in that sex, trying to capture Bubbles's love pearl between her lips!

Meanwhile, in the crowd, Darya and Mariah were enraptured by the action in the ring, even as they were enjoying each other. Fingering the brunette was almost second nature to Darya, as was groping that breast. She felt that elbow push back into her chest, and the tone of her moans—fairly constant, considering the grinding her sex was receiving—took on a little kittenish accent. Shrugging her shoulders, she wiggled her way out of the top part of her dress, letting it fall down and exposing both of her breasts, pressing them hard into Mariah's back and letting her feel those nipples drilling into her shoulder blades.

"Oh, but she is your vife, Mariah," Darya would murmur into her counterpart's ear. "I am sure she vould rather try it out on you." Of all the ideas for tonight, forcing Mariah and Bubbles to play with each other was one of the simplest—yet also one of the most enticing.

Mariah would give Femke one thing over Bubbles, if nothing else: the woman had a set of pipes on her. Even outside of the ring, even with all the whooping and hollering going on around them, even with Darya heated words dominating her ear, she could still hear Golden’s muffled screams as they rumbled through Bubbles’ body and shook the air. It was hard to tell if they were screams of ecstasy or agony, if the thrill was overtaking Femke or if Bubbles’ torture was proving too much. Maybe it was equal parts of both.

Mariah didn’t know, couldn’t know, but she was sure of one thing: something had to give.

She watched the struggle as it dragged on, so intensely focused that it took her a moment to really register what Darya was saying - needless to say, the display was distracting. When it clicked, a thin smile crossed her lips, followed by a sigh as the Russian’s fingers made her tingle. In appreciate, she gave her lap a quick bounce, then ground against her ever harder than before. ”What makes you think she hasn’t already?”

It was a bluff, of course. If Bubbles had ever done that Mariah, she wouldn’t have been able to last five seconds, and that fact wasn’t lost on the Virgin Killer.

If Femke was impressed by Bubbles ingenuity, Bubbles was equally impressed by Femke’s insane endurance. She’d never had this done to her, not exactly, but as a fellow big-breasted blonde, she was one of the few who could truly relate to her pain. Her breasts were a constant target of attack, and they’d been punched and squeezed and stepped on and taken just about every sort of abuse. The pain had to be beyond excruciating. It had to be sheer torture.

Yet, even with that, Femke was giving her one of the best tongue-fucks of her entire life. Top five, at the least, and she was up against some stiff competition.

It helped that she wasn’t just focused on Bubbles’ pussy. Too many of her lovers made that mistake, thinking that, just because they were going for the honeypot, that they could let everything else go to the wayside. Not Femke. She worked wonders with her hands, massaging her legs even as they hammered away on her. It eased the tension in her muscles and actually made it easier to squeeze her, but that didn’t seem to bother her foe. Pleasure was her main goal, and if that meant pain, she was willing to trade.

It was why she was going to come out on top, despite the challenge mounted against her. At the end of the day, her hunger for pleasure was too much - Bubbles felt the rush through her body, arched her back, closed her eyes, and let out a hoarse, horrid moan as the orgasm overtook her. She came hard, gushing into Femke’s mouth and filling it in an instant, all while her body jerked about like a woman possessed. A weakness overtook her at once, and while she didn’t stop scissoring Femke’s breast, the power was lost and her foe could easily plop herself free.

Bubbles was reduced to a steamy mess on the canvas, laying there as she struggled to catch her breath. ”You…” Her head rolled to the side, with blank eyes looking out into space. ”God, you’re a fucking monster. Lesbiasaurus..”

Darya's fingers happily played across the labia and tit of her American friend, one hand pinching a nipple and giving it a soft twist, the other almost tickling those pussy lips, playing them slowly and gently, like the strings of a harp, just barely letting the blissful notes flutter off into the wind, virtually inaudible, but somehow still setting the mood. It seemed Mariah was enjoying the treatment, as she hopped, then brought that big, beautiful ass down on Darya's lap harder, grinding it hard, pressing deep into that joining of her legs and really working her rear in circles to send shivers up Darya's spine.

"Oho, I know she could not use it on you, sveet Mariah," Darya purred, calling the woman's bluff, as she rained down kisses upon Mariah's cheek, leaving light little lipstick marks from her ear all the way down to her chin. "You are like...like fragile flower,"

In the ring, Femke roared again, once more sending vibrations rippling through Bubbles's body. The squeezing was driving her to the point of near-total collapse. She just wanted to pull away and massage that throbbing tit, try to spare it some of the pain, try to help herself a little bit and prevent such a serious handicap from presenting itself for the remainder of this duel. But she couldn't pull away. She refused to. She was pig-headed, always barreling forward into the thick of things, and usually her size and strength easily won the day. That was not the case right now. Every bit of pain she gave Bubbles was returned in kind, with exact change. Every little bit of pleasure, too...

Another loud sound, this time erupting from Bubbles's mouth. The tremors in the woman's body almost convinced Femke it was coming from her own mouth, another scream ripped out of her aching, smashed-flat chest. But just like that, Bubbles began to squirm, and writhe, and then...sweet nectar flowed from her sex, bursting like a geyser, filling Femke's mouth. She let out a squeal of glee as she opened wide and slurped it all up, licking her lips hungrily, and licking Bubbles's lower lips to get just that much more to taste.

Bubbles fell flat, and at last the pressure on Femke's breast was gone. In its place was a dull, infuriating throbbing that might subside, but would not go away, not tonight. The Dutch warrior let out a long breath as she pulled herself upward, popping that breast free, feeling it dangle somewhat awkwardly...hanging a little further down, perhaps? She shivered at the thought as she crawled forward, aligning her body with Bubbles's, trying to grab her wrists and grapevine her legs. Push her advantage and take more than a meager lead.

"Please...I can't believe...how brilliant of a move that was...you're so smart, and sexy, and damn it I just want to fuck you all night long." She laid her head down on Bubbles's shoulder, opening her mouth and letting her tongue give the woman's neck one long, sensual lick. "Fuuuuuck, I can't take how amazing you are. I should probably beat the shit out of you, too, get some revenge for my poor tit...goddamn, that was good..."

Darya and Mariah were getting along well, to put it in the most PG way imaginable. It was hard to be truly mad at a person who was in the process of fondling you and giving you some of the best non-wife orgasms of your life. The Russian was many things she admired in a woman, even a few things Bubbles wasn’t. She was cunning, more than a little devilish, and knew how to tease instead of going whole hog - as much she loved her wife, those were traits she wished she saw more often in bed.

But, at the mention of her being frail, she could help but be a tad stung. Darya likely didn’t mean anything by it, and she didn’t want to be truly offended, but Mariah could feel the wrestler inside of her flair up at a perceived challenge. ‘Fragile’ wasn’t a word that anyone who’d spent real time between the ropes wanted to be used to describe them.

”Flower, huh?” She flashed enough of a smile to show her fangs, as she looked at Darya from the corner of her eye. She reached down and gave that mighty, meaty thigh of hers a tight pinch. ”I’ve still got a few thorns, you know. Maybe you and I should have our own little private match later on, huh?”

In a strange twist, as things heated up outside of the ring, the two warriors inside were having a strange ceasefire. The fight hadn’t truly stopped, of course, and Bubbles groaned as her rival moved over her body and took advantage of her afterglow, entwining their legs to pin her with a grapevine. For the moment, she was incapacitated - but that was it. It was more of a rest hold than anything else, keeping Bubbles secure but doing little to drain her stamina.

She’d take it. Gladly. Especially when it came with such praising words from the woman battering her around the ring.  ”Smart?” She closed her eyes and had a long, breathless chuckle. ”That’s a new one. And don’t worry about fucking me all night long - I think that’s going to happen, regardless.” At least, Bubbles knew she was speaking for herself. With all the kinky craziness that would surely be filling their night, she wouldn’t forget to give her rival at least one straight, no-nonsense, uninterrupted fuck-to-end-all-fucks. That was happening, no question.

But first, the pain. ”About that tit, though…”

Bubbles abruptly pushed Femke up, making some space between their chests, only to yank down and slam them together a second later, pair to pair. On the breast that had escaped her mauling, it probably wouldn’t hurt Femke all that much, but her other tit had to still be on fire, and she was curious to see just how bad the pain was…