War and Peace

Had Bubbles ever fucked a Russian before? She wasn’t sure. Truth told, she didn’t keep track of her lovers too well, and all but the most kinkiest, craziest, hottest ones tended to blend together after a while. She hadn’t toured much in Europe, where sexfighting wasn’t as eagerly embraced, so she doubted any of her lovers had been from that particular corner of the world. Couldn’t be sure.

If that was the case, though, Darya was a rare treat, even more so than she felt like at the moment. Bubbles had been missing out.

The woman was defiant, a trait that stood out when Bubbles gave her a temporary reprieve for the hot, sweaty hell of her ass. There was moment, a brief flash, where she was so sure that the woman would give in. She heard the word forming, the first syllable of her simple nickname, and she thought she had the match won in that instant. Not the case. Not even close. Instead, she wound up yelping as her cheeks were given a surprising slap. Daring and defiant, this one. She could work with that.

”You’re right about that much.” She chuckled and gave her rump a good shaking, letting it jiggle over Darya’s face. ”I am bad. Very…”

Bubbles dropped her weight all over Darya’s features, mashing it hard into the bed.

”...very...”

Again she came down, hammering her against the sheets.

”...bad!”

Bubbles held down on the final drop and pressed hard, smearing her rear all over Darya’s face. Not even trying to smother her, really - not in the traditional sense. Instead, she wanted to dominate this woman’s senses, take over her taste and sight and smell, so that there was no part of her mind that wasn’t under control. She gripped those lovely breasts hard as she ground down, digging in with her fingernails, reinforcing the status. ”Let me hear it.” She lifted up just enough to give Darya a smack with her right ass cheek, and then it was right back to grinding.

Things weren’t too much better on Mariah’s side of the equation, though that did sort of depend on how one defined ‘better’. She wasn’t being smothered and bashed near to the point of unconsciousness, so that was a definite improvement over her rashing rival, but that didn’t necessarily mean she was doing ‘better’. Femke had her own unique ways of persuasion.

She knew the bite would draw a reprisal - this was not the sort of woman who suffered impudence - but she’d underestimated just how extreme that would be. The punch took her off her guard and made her glad that she was so good about working out her abdominals in the gym - it was far from the hardest blow she could’ve dealt out, Mariah could tell thatmuch, but there really was no such thing as a light punch when it came to power like this. It was more than enough to make her let go, and then came the demands.

She wanted kissing, sucking and biting? That was precisely what Mariah did to her right nipple, in that order, making sure to gnaw hard, grinding away on the tender flesh. That was the sort of thing that always had Bubbles squirming, and it was bound to have some effect here.

That wasn’t to say that Femke would just lie back and take it, though. That sly finger at her sex was interesting, a sure sigh than there was something working up down there…. ”Maybe I’ll make you scream my name? Hm?” An empty threat, but one she relished in making.

Darya knew what she was asking for. Bubbles was like Femke, and when Darya dared to defy Femke when the golden giant wanted to be in charge, she paid for it. It was how they met, after all. Darya humiliated and brutalized Femke, and Femke made her pay, in the end. Her doppelganger was no different, but at least this was a much more sensual setting than the one Darya and Femke had first become acquainted in.

"Mmmpgh!!" Darya spluttered, as that ass smashed down on her face. Then Bubbles lifted up, and did it again. "Mmmrrffff!" It landed with the force of ten punches, making Darya loopy, her mouth falling open, her tongue hanging out, her eyes rolling. Fuck, it was almost too much for even her stubborn will! That last smack almost broke her...

"F-fuck...no..." Darya would choke out, gnashing her teeth at that big ass with all the threat she could muster!

Femke, meanwhile, felt really good about the way she folded Mariah up. The woman, while not quite as large as Femke, was still a monster, and surely she was not used to bending so far, her feet nearly touching her forehead. But evidently Bubbles had fucked her good over the years, limbering her up enough that the woman still had cheeky remarks as she worshiped Femke's tits, trying to really gnaw at them and get the Dutch woman moaning! And moan Femke did, even as her fingers brushed her cute foe's sex! But she couldn't let Mariah get too uppity.

When the woman tried taunting her, Femke would smile, showing every one of her pearly teeth. "Oh, please do! I can't wait to see how you'll get out of this!" she challenged, before ramping it up, slamming her right tit straight down into Mariah's face, trying to flatten it with all that weight and momentum, following that up with a hook from her left tit to the American's cheek, trying to batter her like she had battered Bubbles in the ring with her fists! Meanwhile, her hand down on the woman's cunt would do more than fondling, as Femke would begin squeezing two...three...four...all five fingers inside of Mariah!

Mariah was starting to really wish she’d stuck with those yoga classes Bubbles bought for her a couple birthdays ago. She’d written them off because she was sure a couple of the guys in the class were just using it as an excuse to look at her butt, and she couldn’t find another time that suited her schedule...but maybe she should’ve made the effort. It would’ve made this all easier to deal with, that was for sure.

Femke was, needless to say, a large woman. A strong woman. A forceful woman. While she and Bubbles had many similarities, more than you could count in a day, Mariah noticed that they differed in some key ways, too. Bubbles, even at her fiercest, tended to have a playful, happy energy to her, the kind of effervescence that earned her silly nickname in the first place.

Femke was more raw. More carnal. More dangerous. Bubbles was an animal, but this woman was a beast, and Mariah would be lying if she said she wasn’t falling under the sway as the woman continued to pummel away on her. Her head was smacked back and forth, slammed by Femke’s fulsom tits, struck left and right and left again. It was like taking a heavyweight boxer’s punch from behind a pillow, soft, but destructive at the same time, and relentless. Utterly, unstoppably relentless.

And then there were the finger, probing away at her, more and more, deeper and deeper…

”Fuh-” She gasped out between hits, before she bit her tongue and kept the name inside. The walls were starting to crack, slowly but surely, and it was only a question of if Bubbles would be able to haul Darya to the finish line first.

The gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on Bubbles, either, as she heard her wife’s half cry and realized how perilous the situation was. The whole thing about Russian’s being tough and stubborn might’ve been a stereotype, but it was one that a woman like Darya gave strong evidence for. She just would not give in. Not to this.

This required some thought. A little improvisation. The ass-smashing was a good road to travel down, she seemed to be making headway there, but she needed something to push this woman over the edge. Maybe…

Reaching back, Bubbles grabbed Darya by the hair and pulled her head up, forcing her face deep between her cheeks, wedging her far into the crevice of her ass. Potent all by itself, but she made it even worse by pulling her legs up, leaning forward, and trapping that lovely head in a figure-four headlock. A unique move, one that not only applied pressure on Darya’s skull, but engulfed her face in ass with every flex. Every time Bubbles pulled on the hold, she was pushed in even deeper, forced into the vise.

”Say-” Harder.

”My-”Harder.

”Name!”Harder.

Femke couldn't afford to waste any time, which contributed to just how brutal the tit-bashing she was giving Mariah was. She could tell that Darya, as stubborn as she was, was starting to lose control with Bubbles's giant, tan ass in her face, her stubbornness slowly but surely giving way to delirium and desire. And so Femke needed to act as fast as possible to make the brunette folded up beneath her crazy from passion and pain. She hit her so many times to the face with her tits that she thought she might just give Mariah a concussion.

And that was perhaps even secondary to what was going on down below, as Femke was shoving a whole fist inside of Mariah's sex, stretching her out down there as far as that sweet American pussy could go. Pure pleasure, to the point of pain, down there, and pure pain, to the point that it rewired Mariah's brain to encode itself as pleasure, up where those heavy tits clobbered her face, turning it black and blue! "Say it! You know you want to, so...Say. My. Name." Femke would try to force the issue as she spread the fist inside of Mariah as wide as possible, sending shockwaves of arousal through that pussy as she would grab onto Mariah's hair with her free hand and drag her face into the next tit punch!

Darya, meanwhile, struggled mightily to resist Bubbles's remarkable allure. That ass coming down so hard on her face that it made her eyeballs spin and her teeth rattle was surprisingly addicting—Darya spent plenty of time loving up Femke's ass, but, as close in appearance as those two doppelgangers were, Bubbles's bum had a different feel, a different smell, a different aura.

And, when she swung those legs around Darya's head, snapping them shut, and buried Darya's face as deep in between those meaty cheeks as possible, the Russian was very nearly overwhelmed by the incredible combination of sensations. Her eyes rolled as she swooned, making gurgling sounds, desperately sucking in air between squeezes, but feeling herself getting weaker, and weaker, and weaker.

"B-B-Bu...n-no...B-Buh...Buh..."

Mariah was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble, and she knew it. It shouldn’t have been a hard thing, in theory - there were countless words in her vocabulary, and all she had to do to survive this was to not say one of them. A simple thing on paper, yes - but in real life, with a titaness like Femke pounding her into the mat like a human jackhammer? Hard. Far more difficult than she could’ve fathomed before. Femke was a ruthless, bestial woman, dominant in ways that eclipsed even Bubbles’ wildest nights. That fist, plunged so deep, discovering parts of Mariah’s body that she didn’t even know she had that. The breasts, pounding away on her face with a power that would’ve rivaled a boxer’s jab, hammering her left and right, endless and unceasing.

She demanded that Mariah give in, said that she wanted to, and that was the trick - she wasn’t wrong. Every moment under this aggression weakened her resolved, a sledgehammer chipping away at grammer. Breaking it away, piece by piece, until…

The desperation wasn’t lost on Bubbles, but she was in a situation of her own. Darya was giving in, there was no question there, and if she had another minute to work her over, victory would be assured. But she didn't have that, did she? Mariah was going to give in. Maybe in a minute, maybe in the next second. There was no way to know, and her only chance was to keep hauling her way to the finish line.

It was too late catch up with Femke’s work on Mariah’s sex, but that didn’t mean there weren’t other options. With her legs, she kept up the hard, grinding pressures, flexing her thighs, pulsing her glutes, chewing away on Mariah’s head and forcing her face in deep. She would have to work for every breath, and ever noise that didn’t sound like Bubbles’ name would be meet with a spike in pressure and pain.

But her hands went to a different task, reaching underneath Darya’s body, where both of them found a nice, solid cheek to squeeze. Gripping hard, she dug in and massaged the muscular flesh, kneading it between her fingers, rubbing deep, stimulating the muscles - a melting experience, she knew.

But would it be enough to close the gap? Especially as Mariah’s body convulsed, her juices bubbled up between her thighs, and her lips spewed forth a name along with a listless gasp.

”F-Femke…”



Darya was starting to lose precious air, and with the reduction in oxygen came delirium. Almost her entire field of vision was taken up by Bubbles's ass, and the more she stared at it, the more she started to realize...she didn't really need the rest of the world to exist as long as that ass was right in front of her. It gave her everything she wanted, after all: beautiful sights, incredible comfort, pain and punishment if she was naughty, something to nibble on when she got hungry...

Every time she started to think that way, she would suddenly snap out of it, remembering her own pride, as well as that of her wife. And her wife's ass, which she assured herself was just as good as this one. But she couldn't remember the last time Femke squeezed her like this. With every gurgling noise she made, Bubbles squeezed her hard, that ass jiggled, and Darya gagged and gurgled again, forcing Bubbles to punish her more, the agony in her neck only tempered by...

...by the wonderful feeling of strong hands kneading her butt cheeks, massaging her lower body, releasing tension down there at the same time that it built in her head. Darya just kept getting more and more confused!

Femke knew that Darya was close to breaking, but at this point she was doing all she could possibly do. Attacking Mariah from two directions at once, Femke was sure the American woman was going to break. She had to. Darya was going to break any second, and Femke just kept up her assault, hand going wild in Mariah's sex, tits going wild on her face, until, finally...

Darya could take no more. Her mind was foggy, and she could hardly believe what she herself was saying as it spilled out of a drooling, wide-open mouth:

"B-Bubbles..."

Femke didn't hear it, of course. She heard Mariah whimper her own name, and, with a big grin on her face, she would instantly cease her assault on the poor, adorable brown-haired girl. "Ha! There you go," she would laugh, as she would pull her hand out of the girl's soaking-wet sex and use that hand to brush Mariah's hair away from her face, making her look a little less disheveled. Femke's tits, too, would stop pounding away at the woman's face, and instead Femke would gently push her nipple against Mariah's lips. "Suckle on it," she commanded, before turning to Bubbles as she cradled the woman's wife.

"You chose a good wife, Bubbles. It was lots of fun to break her!"

And just like that, it was over. Bubbles won.

Oh, she’d had her doubts, though there was no way she was going to let her rival/best friend/lover know about them. Darya wasn’t just a stubborn woman, she was perhaps the most stubborn that the Virgin Killer had ever come across. She’d expected the woman to be tough, but so many wouldn’t have come close to this level of defiance, wouldn’t have survived nearly as long as Darya. When the woman finally gave up, Bubbles let out a gasp that was equal parts ecstasy, relief, and sheer surprise.

”That’s my name.” Bubbles uncoiled her legs, letting Darya take in full breaths for a moment - and only a moment. When that moment passed, she settled her rump down on the Russian’s neck, getting nice and snug, but giving her just enough room to move her head around. With effort. ”Pick a cheek and start kissing.”

Triumphant, she turned her focus back to the other pair, only to see a strange sight - well, no, the sight of Mariah sucking a tit wasn’t odd, even though it was rare to view it from this angle. But the truly baffling thing was the look on her foe’s face, as Femke stared back at with confidence. As if she’d won.

”Hate to burst your You-Know-What, Femke.” Bubbles wagged a finger her way and gave Darya’s neck a good grind for emphasis. ”But I think you need to get your ears checked. Your wife was saying my name, clear as day. This one’s all mine.”

She leaned over, daring Femke to get in her face. ”Better luck next time.”

Okay, so Femke could definitely imagine that Darya probably did say Bubbles's name, but she didn't hear it, and she was never going to admit that it had happened before Mariah had breathlessly cried out her own. Femke was going to bask in her victory, let Mariah worship her and rub it in Bubbles's face no matter what her doppelganger said had happened on her side of the noisy, creaking bed. As Mariah sucked on her teat, Femke would sigh and smile, rolling her eyes at Bubbles as the woman trash-talked her while crushing Darya's throat underneath that meaty ass.

It was a position that Darya both loved and loathed, as the Russian felt a brief flash of shame at being forced to utter the name of her wife's rival—shame that was quickly overwhelmed by lust as Bubbles shoved that rump into her face and, pathetically, the Russian swooned and smooched one cheek softly, giving it a gentle licking and sucking as she celebrated the dominant woman who had managed to tame her so well.

Femke took note of that, and she was not about to let Bubbles think Darya had been broken more than Mariah. "You can think you won all you want, but I've got your babe totally at my mercy now. Why don't you say my name again, cutie?" she would say, shoving her tit a little more forcefully into Mariah's face just to force the issue, in case the woman didn't want to comply.

"So this round's my win. No question. Want to fight about it?" Femke asked, leaning closer to Bubbles as well, licking her lips, ready to brawl if she had to!

Mariah didn’t feel much shame at her current situation, despite giving into Femke and costing Bubbles the win...or did she?

That was the thing, really, it was kind of hard to feel shame or regret or anything at all that didn’t involve the tasty tit in her mouth. Femke dominated her senses - she was everywhere Mariah looked, filling her vision with that powerful frame, her scent invaded the nostrils and claimed them, her overbearing heat sizzled wherever their flesh met. She was everywhere, in control of everything, so when she commanded her name be said, Mariah didn’t have much of a choice.

”Femke...Oh, god, Fem-” That was about all she could get out before Femke’s tit was too close to her mouth and she had to return to sucking away it, closing her eyes as she filled her mouth with the flesh.

Never to be outdone, Bubbles scooted back just enough to fill Darya’s nose and mouth with her ass, giving it a few flexes as she stole the Russian’s air. ”You want to breath, let me hear that name again, loud and clear!” She lifted off just high enough for Darya to speak, only to slam down again if her orders weren’t complied with. She’d do the same if they were, really, but she’d at least wait for the full name to come out, loud and clear, in that case.

”And you damn well know I do.” She ran her tongue along Femke’s cheek before moving back, just enough to let their noses tangle and touch. ”Time and place. Name it.”

Mariah responded like a good little submissive girl should, squealing Femke's name, begging for more until her lust overcame her ability to follow orders and she dove into Femke's golden bosom again, latching onto her teat once more, like a particularly hungry infant, much to Femke's satisfaction as she smiled and raised her eyebrows at Bubbles, stroking one hand through Mariah's light-brown hair.

Darya couldn't see what was going on, and she only heard it faintly, as if from a great distance, but when Bubbles's ass smacked into her face with the power of a piledriver, then lifted up as the bronze giantess demanded more genuflecting, with Darya unable to refuse her. "Oooh, Bubbles, it's so good, B—"

The woman's ass came down with a noise as loud as a thunderclap, all of that incredible butt flesh smacking powerfully into Darya's face and swallowing it up, the Russian only able to lick at Bubbles's crack as she and Femke continued to go at it with words as an obvious prelude to going at it with their fists. Femke grinned as she was licked and gnashed her teeth at Bubbles, as if trying to bite her nose.

"Why not right here, right now? Winner is worshiped by Darya, Mariah, and the loser," Femke suggested, bringing a hand forward to grab Bubbles's tit and give it a rough, challenging squeeze. Meanwhile, Darya, buried under Bubbles's ass but just barely able to hear where the conversation was heading, would begin poking the American's butt cheek persistently, trying to get their attention before they started a brawl that could cause thousands of dollars in damage to the hotel room...

"Mmmn...!"