The Best Day Ever

Faheema breathed a sigh of relief as the women above her started straightening themselves out. With Mariah rolling out of the pile to recuperate and Bubbles beginning to shift her position and align herself with Faheema, the dark skinned woman was finally taking full breaths again. Her muscles grew tense as she plotted her escape, but Bubbles had a different use in mind for all of that tension.

“Aie!” Faheema chirped in protest as she felt a strong hand settle over her own, pressing it deeper into the soft curve of the woman's rump. She tried to pull her free hand away, but Bubbles was faster, gripping it tight and pinning it securely above her head. The Nubian resisted, testing her bonds as she tried her hardest to pull one of her arms free. With more raw strength and the added leverage of being on top, it wasn't too surprising when the Virgin Killer held her fast and rode out her struggles. She bucked her hips up, trying to bridge but finding that the rock-solid body of her captor offered too much resistance to let her budge even an inch. Faheema was completely locked down right now, and in her heart, she was secretly happy with that outcome.

The escape attempt ended when Faheema's focus was stolen by the beautiful face drifting down to meet hers. She locked eyes with Bubbles and dared not to break her gaze even as the huntress drew closer to her prey. The moment of calm compliance was rewarded when the Virgin Killer licked up the Nubian's jawline, a shiver of excitement making it clear how effective the gesture was. Before she even knew what she was doing, Faheema was angling her own head to line their faces up, trying to meet the other woman's wandering tongue with her own and capture the Virgin Killer's lips in a long, passionate kiss.

Women with the power to hold Faheema down were rare enough, but rarer still were the ones with the sensual talent and charisma to mute her survival instincts and leave her charmed by their control. Bubbles was one such woman, her presence leaving Faheema with no desire but to make this moment last even as it gave Mariah valuable time to recover. Her tongue flicked across the lips of the Virgin Killer as they kissed, teasing her senses and tempting her own tongue to assert itself. After a little time had passed for the two of them to explore each other's mouths, Faheema tried to break the kiss and turned her head sideways, playing hard to get while she looked for Mariah to see how she was faring.

The hand not pinned to the canvas still wasn't under her control, with Bubbles' own holding it on top of her ample ass. That was definitely the best choice for Bubbles, since using that hand to punch a hole in her side was still the Nubian's best escape option, so she did the only thing that she could, and groped the woman liberally, applying rhythmic pressure with her fingers. It was an interesting predicament, being forced to play with her lover's ass, the woman's grip on her hand determining exactly where Faheema would be allowed to touch her. She felt like a toy that Bubbles was playing with, and that felt strangely cathartic to her.

Bubbles had come to relish the feel of Faheema’s body struggling against her own, loving the hardness of it, the resistance, the way she could push and slam and thrust into this body and it would never give. That was rare - not that there weren’t wrestlers who were stronger than this, but precious few of them had their bodies so ripped, so fresh of fat and staked with muscle. It was the kind of definition she herself had only had in bodybuilding days, and it had waned since then.

When she pressed down and Faheema pushed up, it was like she was trying to hold down a woman made of pure iron, and her hips knew what to do without instruction - grinding, pressing, humping, craving every contact. Judging from the way her opponent was all too eager to meet her advances in kind, kiss for kiss, it seemed like she was of the same mind. The look in their eyes told the tale well enough, that soft, mutual gaze after she’d ridden down the struggles.

Bubbles had her. For now, at least.

It was an opportunity she wouldn’t waste. As Faheema grew playful in their kiss, teasing and testing with her tongue, she used her own to batter away, slapping it down, as if she was even trying to control the Nubian’s mouth. The Virgin Killer’s tongue was dextrous - not quite ‘tie a cherry stem into a knot’ dextrous, but far more flexible most. It slithered through their joined mouth, pushing past teeth, lapping at the roof, plunging deep enough to tickle nerves that were rarely touched.

Hot and raspy, rough and heated, Bubbles was left gasping for breath when Faheema forced them apart, still playing their games. She looked over to see Mariah on her back, taking a breather, laying on her back and watching their embrace with a lazy smile. ”Don’t worry.” She brought her legs to the side and nudged the Nubian’s face with the tip of her toes. ”I’m good. I’ll jump back in soon enough.”

”In the meantime…” Bubbles gave the hand on her ass a quick squeeze, then released it, giving Faheema a free arm. It was a risk, but one she was willing to take for what she had planned next - scooting up, reaching behind her opponent’s head, forcing her face up and dropping her mammoth breasts square on that lovely face of hers, covering her features with a seal of hot, heaving flesh, a dark prison with no escape.

Unbridled joy was a rare sensation to Faheema, but Bubbles knew just how to put her in that rare head space, given a little time in control of her. Now she was doing it again, leaving Faheema's heart aflutter as they played games to see whose tongue could outwrestle the other. Between their lips, Bubbles had a distinct advantage thanks to her bevy of experiences with other women, easily leading the dance and forcing Faheema to follow her tempo as their tongues slipped past one another. For a moment, the Virgin Killer had Faheema totally under her spell, so delighted by the giantess that she didn't even seize the chance to bite at Mariah's foot when she used it to push the Nubian's face around, merely extending her tongue to give those prodding toes a teasing lick.

Before she could get too lost in the moment, however, Bubbles turned up the heat, releasing one of Faheema's hands and bringing her arm around to draw her captive's face inexorably into her cleavage. In no time, the Nubian was gasping for air, her face mashed into a caricature as those heaving breasts pressed her cheeks together.

Violence and sex were equal passions in the heart of Faheema Salih, and as much as she was enjoying her time beneath Bubbles, the thought of letting the Burstes tame her with this of all holds strained against her pride. That fighting instinct was at war with her desire for intimacy, but her combative spirit was only empowered by the realization that she had a hand free, and with it, more leverage to resist! Faheema displayed her burst of willpower by swinging that free hand down to clap Bubbles across the ass with the hardest swat she could manage from her position. It wasn't possible for her to wind up a good spank, not with so little room to maneuver, but it still did the job of condemning Bubbles for her poor strategy.

As beads of sweat drenched her sweltering face, Faheema set her mind to thinking up an escape plan. She could punch her way out, like last time, but what was the point of a spar if not to challenge herself? She decided to test her limits with something more ambitious. One by one, Faheema braced her legs and free arm against the canvas, readying herself for a feat of strength. With a great heave, the Nubian pushed up with all her might, trying to lift with enough power to destabilize the giantess, before pushing with her arm and leg to throw her off to the side!

It would be an impressive escape...if it worked. Every second between her opponent's mammaries sapped a little more strength from her, and if anything happened to restrain her arms or legs further, the tiring woman wouldn't have any strength left to escape. She would be at the Burste couple's mercy, a fate that she was willing to risk, given her experiences over the past 24 hours.

Ah, the breastsmother. In Bubbles’ humble opinion, the most underrated submission hold in all of wrestling.

Granted, it wasn’t for everyone. She’d seen more than a few women in the AFW try to apply one and fail miserably in the attempt. Either they didn’t have the bust for it, or they didn’t secure the woman underneath properly, or they were just too playful with it, treating it more like a tease than a real submission. Just like any more, if it wasn’t done properly, you might as well not even bother.

But for a woman like Bubbles, with her strength, her size, her tits that could swallow a head whole, it was a lethal combination, something to end a match with if she so chose. She suspected that Faheema would agree...if she could speak. Her mouth was currently occupied. What a pity.

The Virgin Killer squealed in delight as Faheema’s hand came down on her ass, hitting hard enough to leave a reddish mark on her tanned skin. Bubbles shook her rump from side to side, brought it up, then dropped it down hard on her foe’s abs, giving them some pounding humps, both to put her down a peg and get in some quick pleasure. ”And there you go, baby doll.” She wiggled about and settled into the hold once more, like a mother hen nesting on her eggs.

Faheema, of course, wasn’t about to simply lay there and comply. She was a fighter, and as much as they both loved domination, she knew the Nubian wouldn’t go quiet. But she was going to go. Bubbles was sure of that.

And she was wrong.

”Huh?” Bubbles’ eyes widened as her captive pushed up with renewed vigor, pulling off an incredible feat. She weighed no less than 250 pounds, a mountainous, musclebound woman, enough to hold down just about anyone with her size alone...or so she thought, until Faheema pushed up with all of her might and threw her to the side in a terrible display of unending strength.

It was a stunning display, but Bubbles wasn’t about to let her get away with just that - she still had one trick to catch the unruly woman. As she tumbled, she shot her leg out and pulled at Faheema’s arm, trying to wrap her thighs around the Nubian’s waist. A body scissors - a classic move, and with the power her thighs could bring to bear, a lethal one. A prison of flesh and muscle to keep Faheema trapped.

Small victories were important to women like Faheema, women who didn't have a lot of big accomplishments to their name. All she had was her body and her endless quest to keep it strong for the sake of her survival. Today, she got another confirmation that the strength imparted from her life in Africa was still with her, answering Bubbles' affectionate humping with a thrust strong enough to buck a woman with nearly 100 pounds on her.

Unfortunately, no woman was without her limits, and Faheema was rapidly approaching hers. Between the exertion of her own maneuver and her opponent's counter, the Nubian had almost no time to refill her lungs. She clenched her teeth with dread as she felt Bubbles' rippling thighs snap closed around her, the arm still held by Bubbles easily dragged along and kept in her grasp as well.

The body scissor wasn't a hold that Faheema took seriously; at best, it was a softener for more significant submissions. There were women in Friction who didn't share that perspective, though, and Bubbles had the kind of strength that it took to elevate that hold to something deadly, a fact driven home by the first flex from her thigh muscles.

“Aaagh!” Faheema howled in pain as her opponent's legs crushed her body, her abdominal muscles contracting from the pressure. The jaws of a crocodile may as well have been locked around her, and there was nothing the frantic shoving from her free arm could do to stop it. Even if Bubbles hadn't kept hold of the other, the Nubian was so worn out from her prior escape that she didn't have the strength to power out of the larger woman's hold this time.

Struggling once again to draw breath, Faheema thrashed on the canvas, flopping around like her life depended on it. She was using all the momentum she could get from kicking her legs and pushing with her free arm to try and get into an upright position, trying to claw back some leverage that she could use to fight back more effectively. With her sluggish movements and wounded stamina, there was nothing she could do to ward off Mariah while she was focused on Bubbles. If the other woman intervened, there was no telling what would happen, what pleasure or pain the two might inflict together while Faheema wilted.

Thousands of hours in the gym, countless time spent at the leg press, never missing a single leg day.

Yeah, it was paying off.

Bubbles had a pair of steel pylons for legs, and while she didn’t have much opportunity to make use of them with her typical matches, Faheema was an exception in many respects. She didn’t use moves like this often, but that didn't mean they weren’t effective, a fact the Nubian would no doubt agree with as her midsection was squeezed into a fine paste. She made sure to be a little mean about it, too - instead of giving her a constant, steady pressure, she alternated, poured it on then eased up, chewing Faheema mentioned her thighs.

She had her, they both knew it, and it didn’t matter how much the Nubian thrashed and kicked and pushed and struggled. Bubbles rode down her thrashing with ease and licked her lips as she savored the sensation. Hungry, always hungry, she reached out and grabbed Faheema’s breast with her spar hand, gripping and groping it between her fingers.

”Mine.”

”Ours.”

Mariah had been recovering on the side while all this was happening, catching her breath after being pancaked, and she couldn't think of a better time to get back into the fray. Coming at Faheema from above, she crawled over the wild Nubian’s chest, straddling it and pressing down. She only held that position for a moment, though, before she reached back, grabbed their opponent’s head, and tried to pull it in between her closing thighs as she leaned forward.

A reverse headscissor. While Mariah’s legs were nothing compared to Bubbles, they were strong enough to hurt, especially with a move like this. And the best part? It would give Faheema a wonderful view of the two women crushing her body.

“Graah!” Faheema howled in anguish as Bubbles crushed her midsection, flexing and relaxing her thighs rhythmically. Each surge of strength wracked the Nubian's body with pain and left her shorter of breath as her abdomen suffered. She tried to match her opponent by bucking and kicking with her legs in frantic bursts, but the Virgin Killer was immovable, her body barely jostled by Faheema's attempt to thrash her way free.

Her situation would only worsen when one attacker became two. Mariah sidled into view and took a seat on Faheema's chest, shifting her body to lock Faheema down even further. She recognized what was coming as Mariah's legs drew close to the sides of her head, but she was too weak to fight it. With Mariah's hand securing some of her dark brown curls, her head was tugged into position just long enough for her silky thighs to close around it.

“Nnnh!” Faheema moaned as Mariah's muscles started grinding against her neck. With both women now tightening their collective hold on her, Faheema began to fade, her adrenaline running low as the Burstes slowly reigned her in. The pile-on left the Nubian with quite a view on the crest of Mariah's ass, with the alluring gaze of Bubbles visible to the side. She could not see what the Virgin Killer's free hand was up to, and a cry of excitement left her lips when she felt Bubbles' fingers on her breast, kneading it mercilessly as Faheema squirmed between the two of them.

Faheema gave a rueful sigh, her shuddering exhalation warming Mariah's backside. If there was any possible escape from this, the Nubian was in no danger of discovering it any time soon. While the sheer weight and strength of Bubbles did most of the work in keeping her still, Mariah was the one cutting off her ability to think clearly, as those crushing thighs restricted the flow of blood to her brain. Together, the two of them held this formerly wild exile at their mercy.

Faheema's hips bucked reflexively as her breast was toyed with, and in the light of the gym it wouldn't be hard to see the moisture that was starting to stain her womanhood. While one of her hands clawed in vain at Mariah's constricting legs, the other grabbed onto her ass and gave it a squeeze, tempted as she was by the sight of it perched over her chin. Deep down, her survival instincts were still nudging her to fight, but she had been fighting all her life. This time, she was allowed to feel vulnerable without fearing for her safety, and that was an experience that she did not want to deny. Not to herself, and certainly not to the women who were working so hard to bring her to heel.