Shake the Earth - Artemis Armstrong vs. Great Kali

There were plenty of times when her weight worked against her. It was fine for the most part, sending people flying or lifting them high over her head with a single arm. Good for the theatrics. Great for the confidence.

But it was moments like this that reminded Artemis just how big a drawback carrying all that muscle could be. The knee to the head had still thoroughly grounded her when Kali came to flip her over. Normally, she’d just lift herself up and throw the Indian beauty off, but that took a lot of energy. With muscles as big as hers, with a well-toned woman sitting atop her, she wasn’t going anywhere fast. All she could do was writhe in pain, groaning and yelping ever so groggily as her opponent cranked the hold, then suddenly dropped her down to one leg. This was her chance to get away, but it was a tad hard to focus with the world still spinning like this.

It was even harder to focus when she felt a pair of warm finger rub over her nether regions, sending gentle waves pleasure coursing through her body.

“Hnnnngg…”

Her groan was an unfamiliar mixture of pain and satisfaction. This must be how masochists feel. While she wasn’t happy with just keeling over and taking Kali’s torment, there wasn’t much Artemis could do at this moment. Her head still wasn’t screwed on straight. And those fingers...

God, were they distracting.

Great Kali grinned, finally hearing what she wanted to hear. Cranking the hold a little bit more, the Indian goddess would continue teasing the slit for a while, rubbing her fingers against her sex without actually fingering her. But there would be a moment where she would start going for the next level as she would then slip her fingers between the lower lips of her opponent and start fingering her, moving her index and middle finger in and out of her pussy.

"You can submit if you want..." Great Kali said, pumping her fingers in and out while bending Artemis' body into a painful angle. She was giving the sun-kissed beauty both pain and pleasure with this treatment. "Though I won't promise to stop if you're going to tap out..." she added, quickening her pace, looking to bring the muscular woman to the height of pleasure. The crowd seemed to be enjoying the sight, with the exotic beauty putting the former actress in the erotic hold.

The cameramen, ever the opportunists, focused their cameras on Artemis' sex, giving the crowd a clear view of her pussy being violated by Great Kali, and the Indian woman was looking forward to see her reaching past her limit.

A light moan escaped her lips. It wasn’t intentional. Between the pain tearing her in half from the waist down and the painful thumping in her head, her mind should have had plenty to focus on. Being so easily handled like this, in front of the whole world no less. It was last thing she was expecting tonight. It was demoralizing. Grueling. Tormenting.

So why did it feel so good?

“L-like I’d tap...to a little...foreplay.”

The pitch of some of her words were reaching heights she’d never thought possible. The embarrassment was starting to creep in underneath, sending tingles up her skin and making her hackles stand up on end. Artemis’s cheeks flushed red as she pushed her arms out, trying her best to take advantage of having one leg on the ground, using whatever energy was left to push herself forward bit by bit to the ropes.

Great Kali continued pumping her fingers in and out of Artemis' sex, going to town on her even as the sun-kissed blonde was starting to move slowly towards the ropes. She needed to bring her to the height of her pleasure before then, so she would quicken her pace, adding one more finger into this, stirring her opponent's pussy to her heart's content. At the same time, she would wrench Artemis' leg back, applying more pressure into the single-legged Boston crab.

"Oh really? From the sound of it, it feels like you're enjoying this..." the Indian beauty crooned, noting the high pitch in Artemis' voice when she was trying to deny her earlier. She would continue fingering her opponent with absolute gusto, giving a show to all who attended the match as well as those who were watching this at home. She certainly hoped that by bending Artemis' body into a painful angle while fucking her with her fingers, she would eventually submit to her, giving her a victory in this match.

Jesus, Kali could work those fingers.

It wasn’t something she really clued into right away, but now that she was fully back in the waking world, it was something that Artemis really couldn’t ignore. Wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through her body with every pump of the woman’s hand. A shiver crept up her spine as she choked back a slight moan. Don’t know where this woman got those skills, but they were impossible to deny.

The energy was being slowly sapped from the muscular blonde’s body. Using whatever was left in the tank, Artemis slapped her hands against the canvas and slowly pulled herself forward, inch by inch to the ropes. She reached out as she felt herself running on empty. She was just a couple paces away, just some inches away from it as her hand trembled helplessly in the air against the tension.

"N...not...wrong….about...ahhhh…”

Her hand stopped just short of the ropes. With the goddess weighing down on her like this, she just couldn’t summon forth the strength. She balled the reaching hand into a fist and slammed it into the canvas, keeping her fingers curled as body shook uncontrollably. Getting her teeth, Artemis did whatever she mentally could to stave off her impending climax.

They were getting closer and closer to the ropes, and as much as she would hate it, Great Kali would be forced to release Artemis from the hold. But, the former actress' progress was slow due to Kali working on her. Until when Artemis managed to reach the rope in order to give herself a moment of respite, the Indian goddess would continue finger-fucking her opponent while keeping her in the hold. She knew that she would need to let go of her eventually, so until then, she would keep fucking her.

Great Kali could feel that Artemis was about to hit her limit, so she would increase the intensity of her fingers thrusting into her lower lips, probing for some sweet spots where she assumed would allow her to drown the former actress in waves of pleasure. Even if she could get a rope break after this, the euphoria would make it hard for Artemis to even think straight, thus giving Great Kali a greater chance to win against her.

"Don't hold it back. You're about to cum, aren't you?" Great Kali spoke to her foe, definitely sensing the imminent climax. At the same time, the referee would come next to Artemis, asking her whether she would submit or not while looking at her hand to see if she could manage to grab the rope to give herself a rope break.

Getting real sick of Kali’s shit right about now.

Her ability to point out the obvious was uncanny, but it was that sultry, yet stern tone of hers that made it all the more undignified for Artemis. Couldn’t just get it over with. Had to take in strides like she had this match all wrapped up with a bow on top. She’d really like to punch her in that pretty face, but dear God did her hands work like magic.

The referee was asking her something, but it wasn’t anything she could really process. Probably asking if she was giving up. Please. Armstrongs didn’t quit just like that, as good as it sounded. Besides, Artemis wasn’t sure if that meant Kali had to stop what she was doing. This close to the floodgates breaking down, that may have been more torture than simply letting go.

So she did.

“N...not...yet!” Her eyes shot wide with those last words. “AHHHHH!”

A resounding scream carried across the arena. Torrents of ecstasy washed over her entire body as she banged her fist against the canvas. Her juices shot out all over Kali’s hand, rewarding her handsomely for her labors. When the last bits of pleasure tapered off, Artemis’s body fell against the canvas, rising and falling steadily in a panting mass of sweaty, supple flesh.

Exhausted. Desperate. In serious pain. Yet feeling high as a kite. Great Kali was a goddess, alright.

Her effort finally bore fruits as Artemis finally reached her climax, screaming in ecstasy as juices spurted out, staining Great Kali's hand. The Indian goddess let out a satisfied coo, enjoying the feeling of bringing someone like Artemis into such climax. When the former actress went limp, Great Kali looked down, considering her next options. At the same time, she absentmindedly brought her hand up to her mouth, covered in Artemis' sex juices before she started licking her fingers, savoring her taste.

Seeing that they were already that close to the ropes, Great Kali was thinking of what to do next. Well, judging from her condition, it looked like Artemis was in no shape to fight back for the time being, at least from what the Indian goddess could see. Getting up, Kali decided that she might as well get this over with, bending down in order to grab her by her ankles, dragging her away from the ropes to the middle of the ring, where the ropes were out of her reach.

Instead of going for another submission hold, Great Kali decided to pin her down, rolling her over so that she was on her back before she put herself on top of her, latching one of her hands on one of those firm breasts while pressing her down against the mat. The referee would come over next to them, slapping the mat in order to count for the pinfall attempt.

"ONE!"

Didn’t expect that orgasm to be so viscous. All Artemis could do was lay about on the floor as she was flipped over onto her back like a flapjack. The torrents of ecstasy that tore straight through made her body all the more sensitive, eliciting a slight moan from her as Kali planted a hand on her breast. She might as well just have laid there. Let it all pass and come back stronger next time.

TWO!

But that just wasn’t her way. Armstrongs were bitter until the very end.

Artemis kicked out. Not much point in explaining anything else, because that was all that happened. She reached out, stopped the count, then flopped right back down onto her side. She breathed heavily in and out, eyes half-open as she looked up at the Indian woman with a cheeky smile. That must have been a 2.9 at least. Kali seemed to have had this match all wrapped up, and there wasn’t much of anything former actress could do about it.

But she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to be kick out at least one more time this match. You know what they say, though: three times the charm. Maybe some of that luck would rub off on Artemis after all was said and done.

Well, it looked like Artemis still had some fight left in her as she managed to kick out before the ref could count up to three. Letting out an annoyed huff, Great Kali looked at that smile on Artemis' face. Well, perhaps she wasn't fully weakened yet, a problem that needed to be remedied as soon as possible.

Getting up, Great Kali decided to use her finisher to finish Artemis off for good. Grabbing her by her head, the Indian goddess would pull Artemis up, getting her to stand on her feet as she would put her in an inverted headlock. With putting her in the headlock, she would have the former actress leaning back. And she also couldn't help herself as she would bring one of her hands to one of Artemis' breasts, squeezing it a little.

And then, she would lift her leg up, bringing it over Artemis' head before attempting to drop into a sitting position, hoping to send the former actress crashing down into the mat with an inverted leg drop bulldog, or Mahakali, as she would call it. She would maintain her leg on top of the former actress if it was successful, immediately going for a pinfall attempt.