Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

Bubbles was wrong to think that Kura was fast. She wasn’t - at least, not just fast. That word alone was inadequate to describe her speed. It needed an adverb in front of. ‘Ridiculously’, ‘insanely’, ‘blindingly’, something along those lines seemed appropriate.

Time seemed to freeze as Kura went into motion. Bubbles was standing there, watching it as she rubbed her arm and tried to nurse some feeling back into it, and she almost couldn’t keep track of the movements. It was an intricate dance, like something that belonged on a Cirque du Soleil floor, a gymnast’s tumble. It wasn’t even a series of moves, but one long move, a string without any seams, and it was coming right towards her.

Bubbles backpedaled away, but she wasn’t able to make nearly enough space in enough time. If she had both arms, blocking might have been open, but as it was? Her chest might as well have had a bullseye painted on it.

The blow struck her chest with resounding force, enough to make a giantess like herself topple, and that was precisely what happened. She fell back, down, and would hit the floor flat if she hadn’t gotten so close to the turnbuckle while she was retreating. As it was, she landed on her butt and the corner saved her from falling further. Not as bad as being flat, but not a good place to be either.

Using her good arm, she reached up, grabbed a rope, and started to pull herself upwards, knowing it would only end in pain if she didn’t rise ASAP.

Kura held the pose from where the kick had landed, as if the length of her leg was a smoking gun barrel. It might as well have been an elephant gun, to take Bubbles down to the mat as it did. Her leg bent at the knee as she folded herself back in to place both feet upon the ground. She watched the larger woman from afar, while she would capitalize on her slow rise, she didn't wish to immediately. Her fingers nimbly worked themselves along her sash, a small tug, a light pull, as she worked it free.

She gathered the long cloth around her arm as she parted her uwagi with a free hand. Tonight was a night of no restraint. She had no need to wrap herself, the crowd had seen her once before. Her top hung open, the cloth clinging to her body obscuring all but a telling strip down the middle of her font. her body was tone beneath, indicative of the mastery over her movements she had been displaying.

She slowly moved towards the corner with Bubbles, she had purposely waited until the other woman had managed to pull herself all the way up. had Bubbles stopped to admire her moment of undress, she would have certainly embellished the moment for her. But all good things, as they say, must come to an end. Her slow gait turned into a run as she flew towards Bubbles, her top flapping about her body, perchance even allowing for a stolen glimpse of what was beneath.  Just before she reached Bubbles she turned to leap not at the woman, but to the ropes directly next to her.

Kicking off the cables she threw herself up, attempting to come down hard seated on Bubbles' shoulder to shake her balance before her body threw it self backwards. She reached out, twisting towards the side as she attempted to hurricanrana the massive woman. While normally a move such as this on a woman so much larger than her would be akin to suicide, she was riding on the damage she had done up until down would allow her to do this.

It was slow going as Bubbles got to her feet, straining every step of the way as she rose, fighting for every inch. With both hands? Easy. Heavy as she was, she was perfectly capable of lifting her own weight, doing pullups all the time...with two hands. With one hand, it was a bit of a chore, and one she wasn’t relishing in.

But at least she had something entertaining to watch. So that was that. ”Hello, there.”

Halfway through her efforts, she had to stop and admire the display of surreal beauty before her, as Kura began to disrobe before her very eyes. Bubbles Burste would never be one to complain about a striptease, particularly a free one that gave her time to recover. But it wasn’t a full one, really, because her foe came her way before she finished. And if that look in her eyes was any indication, she had something fiendish in mind.

Bubbles braced herself as her foxy foe came dashing her, once more displaying that insane speed. But there was agility to worry about, too, shown well as Kura leaped up onto the ropes beside her, landing on them with one, deft move.

There was a confused second, where Bubbles had no idea what her opponent was doing, but she learned better when she felt those pleasing thighs wrap around her head, her face coming close to her favorite spot on the female anatomy…

It was a fleeting feeling. While she normally would’ve been able to counter this move with ease and turned it into a powerbomb, the combination of her deadened arm and her aching chest were enough to make that impossible. Momentum got the better of her, and she wound up getting flipped over to her back, hitting the mat with the resounding smack of her bare flesh.

She had closed her eyes when she had thrown her body back. It was never wise to overthink, that was what lead to faltering. She felt the natural resistance of the large body suddenly removed, Bubbles being flipped up and over. She landed on her front on her hands and toes while the Virgin Killer was given a small taste of flight before shaking the entire ring with her muscled bulk. She lifted her head, finally opening her eyes to peer back at the fallen form of her opponent. It was a tempting display, to see a woman so powerful laid out before her. She had a plan though, one that she needed to stick to. Distractions, however delightful, would lead to her ruination. "There will be more than enough time for that soon enough..." She mused to herself, grinning towards the woman who lay behind her.

She popped back up to her feet, leaning forward as she promptly dashed the small distance between both women. Slipping up along side Bubbles, she threw herself down at the larger woman, attempting to straddle her upper body, though admittedly it was a slightly off choice of locations. "Come on... lets get you nice and snug." Her sweet tone almost made it easy to forget she was about to continue to take advantage of the other woman. Up so close now, on top of Bubbles, the woman below was bale to see so much of what lay beneath her top, almost as if it were calling to her.

She tried to plant a knee on one side of Bubbles head, near the arm she had weakened, while the other would find a hold on the underside of Bubble's good arm. She reached out, attempting to grasp fro Bubble's good arm, gripped at the wrist and elbow to manipulate her limb into a reverse chickenwing hold while pulling the woman roughly, attempting to slowly roll them over.

If she managed to shift the larger woman, her calves would hook around behind her back, locking in a triangle choke as well as her arm submission. If all went according to plan, Bubbles would technically be on top, with the smaller woman squeezing and wrenching at her body in an early attempt to make her tap. She had been working towards the punishment stipulation the whole time, those free movements where she could have her way with Bubbles would prove invaluable if she managed to secure them.

With her size and overwhelming power, it was rare for Bubbles to be thrown for a loop. True, Kura was far from the first woman to put her down on the mat, but usually when that happened, she rarely stayed there for too long. She could probably count the number of times where she’d been horizontal and in serious trouble on one hand, if she just stuck to AFW matches. For her entire career, she might have to take off a shoe.

But Kura? Kura had put her on her back, gotten her in distress, in record time. More than a little humbling.

Thankfully, while she was hardly in a good way, she wasn’t completely destroyed just yet by any stretch of the imagination. She’d taken a few good hits, but she’d withstood harder, and it was more the nonstop nature of it all that was bugging her above anything. In a moment, she could sit up, get back on her feet and do something about her aching arm.

Before that moment could come, though Kura was on her once more, grasping her arm and seizing it to roll her over, making Bubbles hiss from the stinging pain. She wasn’t sure what the plan was, until they rolled over as those same pleasing thighs wrapped around her head again, this time for a crueler purpose. Now came the squeeze. Now came the pain.

Bubbles gasped as the choke did its work, constricting her breathing and tugging at the good arm she had left. Not a good position, and Mariah realized it, too, as she watched her wife get stretched. Bubbles rarely tapped, but it was rare for her to have a good reason, too. She wasn’t sure how long she could take a hold like this, and she didn’t want to place any bets.

"Sleep now, I assure you it will all be worth it when I'm done with you." How did she manage to sound so inviting, even whilst crushing a woman between her legs and ripping at her arm? Kura slowly arched her back, her legs coiled tightly around Bubbles tightened. She could feel Bubbles warm cheeks compressed up against her smooth thighs, the tight it began the more enjoyable their proximity was to her. She was regretful it had to be a hold like this, she would have preferred something more personal, more sensual. But it wasn't time just yet. This had to be done. She torqued Bubbles wrist, twisting it unnaturally against the oppose push of her elbow. She could feel the limb reaching its limits, even as the woman resisted her.  It would only be a matter of time before one of her holds would claim Bubbles, then the giant would be at her mercy.

"Once you give in, there will be no need for all this. Just you and me, dear Bubbles. I've so many wondrous things to show you... to do to you. All I need is for you to let me." It was amazing how a voice so soft and gentle could be heard so readily. She projected herself well, her disarmingly alluring tone was like a the sweetest of poisons, delightful to the senses but to allow it into your blood would be deadly. She lowered Bubbles captured arm down into her bosom, chest heaving as she rubbed her breasts up along the woman's forearm. She sighed softly with a crooked smile.

"Let me have you." She repeated in a low sensual whisper.

Relentless, endless pressure, coming down on Bubbles’ side, choking her.

But those thighs were so smooth and inviting, her curves so welcoming. These were legs she could go to sleep between, laying her head against them like a pillow.

Her good arm wouldn’t stay good for long. The more this went on, the more it was starting to lose feeling, too and it would only be a matter of time before she had two dead limbs to worry about.

God, Kura smelled amazing. She was working up just enough of a sweat that her scent was beginning to radiate, and it filled Bubbles’ nostrils, made her high like some sort of heavenly drug. She couldn’t resist letting her tongue dart out and slide against her opponent’s leg. What, was she not supposed to sample something so sweet?

As Kura continued to twist and taunt, Bubbles took her invitation and groped those breasts of hers, running her fingers over them, squeezing, fondling, mapping the nipples with her fingers. Tempting as it was to stay in this forever or even submit, she knew better. Aside from the fact that she wanted to impress Kura and make Mariah’s trouble worthwhile, there was some personal pride, here. She didn’t mind losing  a fall to a woman like this - hell, she was willing to bet it would quite fun. And Kura made it all sound so tempting, left Bubbles curious to know what her plans were and delicious torments awaited. But not so fast. Not so easily.

No, she was getting out of this, and it was her turn to leave Kura speechless.

She balled her fist tight, summoning her resolve, and started to move about on the mat. First, she pulled in a knee. Then the other knee. Then she placed a foot on the mat. Then another foot. From there, she began to rise, lift Kura as she did, keeping her suspended with her one arm. As display of pure power, but one she couldn’t sustain for long. Thankfully, there was no need.

Bubbles turned about, moved around until she was facing the turnbuckle. From there, she jerked back and pulled her arms upwards in a single motion, hoisting Kura high, all the way up...before she stepped forward and brought her back down hard onto the top of the turnbuckle, hurling her with all the strength she had left.

Kura gave Bubbles a soft playful moan as she felt her tongue flick across her inner thigh. She sighed softly, contently as she squeezed all the tighter. Bubbles wasn't struggling as much as she enjoyed, but the large woman was finding other ways to entertain herself as well as Kura. She was hardly disappointed. She had never faced someone quite as large or strong was the Virgin Killer. Aside from her excitement to have her all alone in the ring for unscrupulous acts, she welcomed the challenge of such a mighty and imposing foe.

Despite having had her way with the beastly woman thus far, she knew full well that any of the earlier attacks launched at her would have been devastating had they landed. That thrill of narrowly avoiding destruction was arousing to her almost as much as commanding the larger woman within her legs.

Feeling Bubbles finger brush and roam across her chest as she held it so close, she did the woman one better. She shifted her back, tilting slightly to the side so she could snugly guide the locked limb down so Bubbles could firmly place her palm across one of her breasts. She slowly manipulated the woman's arm, circling her palm over her body, forcing the woman to touch her regardless of if she wanted to or not. She was almost certain the larger woman wouldn't mind. This manner of self pleasing she found quite enjoyable, a chance to  control her foe and have foreign hands over her. She purred softly, no longer regretting her choice of holds now.

"Hm..?" She opened her eyes, tilting her head to look along Bubbles. The woman was stirring. Finally fighting back. She pulled Bubbles hand free from her chest, doubling down on her arm lock, there was already nothing more she could do with her legs she hadn't done already. She was committed to this. This was the move that was meant to tame this savage woman. She found herself strangely delighted though, her heart thumbing so hard in her chest as her body panicked at the unknown while Kura openly accepted it. No manner of sweet words would deter her now. It was all a matter of being able to take her out before she could do whatever she had planned.

She road high atop the world on Bubbles' shoulders, twisting, wrenching, and squeezing everything she had as the woman rose all the way up. This sheer show of strength was awe inspiring. She had never been subject to something like this. Her sense of wonder was cut should as it all acme crashing down. her back snapped roughly against the turnbuckle, breaking her hold of Bubbles almost immediately as she bounded off the turnbuckle and fell flat to the canvas, an arm throw back behind her, clutching her back in absolute agony.

Even through the pain, she could be heard laughing. Forehead pressed so hard to the mat it hurt, just to distract her from the searing sting of how she had hit the corner. "A-amazing!" She clapped the ground with a palm, straining to tilt her head to look towards Bubbles grinning.

That was immensely satisfying, Bubbles could not lie.

She had nothing personal against Kura - quite the opposite, in fact. She could only fall in love once, but lust was a different thing, and the saucy temptress was running away with it. Despite their differing styles, it was clear they had a similar philosophy when it came to wrestling. Pain and pleasure were two sides of the same coin, and they flipped it often.

But putting an end to that hold and flipping the situation around in such a dominant fashion? That tickled Bubbles fancies. One move, and she was finally in the driver’s seat.

After Kura crumpled to the floor, Bubbles took a step back and indulged in a spare moment, stretching out her bad arm...her worse arm, rather. They were both aching now, though the one that Kura had used her little trick on was starting to regain some feeling. In a minute or two, they might both be good enough to use. Until then, she had to keep her opponent and the audience occupied. What to do, what to do…

She was broken from her thought train when she looked down and saw Kura smiling up at her, happier about the move than anyone in the arena despite being on the receiving end. ”Glad you like it!” Bubbles had a quick laugh, as she stepped over Kura’s fallen form and gave her a quick stomp in the back along the way. ”Maybe see how long we can keep that up, huh?”

With her arms aching, Bubbles wanted to refrain from using them as much as possible. For the moment, however, she still had two working feet, and they had plenty of their own power. She made her way to Kura’s feet and turned around, looking towards her foe’s upperbody, with the whole ring laid out before them. With a wicked smirk, she slid her bare foot forward and slipped it underneath her foe’s hips, letting slip in between her waiting sex and the canvas.

She pressed up, rubbing the top of her foot against Kura’s most intimate place, and she would’ve been content to do that all day...but this wasn’t just about pleasure, and she still had a score to even. After a few moments of bliss, Bubbles slid her foot down deeper, lifted it up, and sent Kura flopping forward with a mighty kick. Nothing too crazy just yet, only trying to get her further away from the ropes, so they could have uninterrupted fun.

Her excitement had been short lived as Bubbles foot came down on top of her. With a grunt she has been flattened, slammed down into canvas harder than something so simple.had any right to be. She was right to be cautious early on. Now there wasn't much she could do about it.

She let out a huff as she lay prone, hearing Bubbles moving around her. She knew struggling to her feet would do her no good. There was no chance she would be able to tumble herself away, not with the Virgin Killer looming over her. Her safest bet was to remain by the ropes, where any submission would easily be released.

She felt something nudge itself between her legs, something, no, a foot was brushing up against her sex. Even through through the fabric of her panties the firm lifting force against her was welcoming. "Mmm..." She was fine with this, more things like this. She would glad stay down if Bubbles meant to continue. It was not to be, as there foot slipped deeper, she became away.

She gasped just before she was flung into the air, for a moment the modern day ninja was just a woman, her earlier grace put to the test as she flailed into the sky. As she created her journey, she tickled her body inward hitting the canvas with her shoulder, tumbling with the momentum.

She pushed herself up, the trip hadn't been terribly effective due in large part to how she recovered. She shot Bubbles an accusatory look, shaking her head. It was all in jest, but still. "Tease." Said the woman who had effectively opened up her shirt from the onset of their match. Double standards.