Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

She hadn't been sure what she had hoped to accomplish with spitting into Bubbles mouth. A small jab at the woman's control. The dream was it would catch her off guard and allow for escape. Worst case it enraged her further and the headbutts would continue. Or what actually happened. Nothing. Bubbles just took it with a smile. So much for that. She felt so deflated that even this had been taken from her.

Within Bubbles grasp she was little more than dead weight. Rocked so hard from the repeated skull bashing she made little to no moves that weren't directly the result of simple gravity. As Kura was launched into the air, there were no fancy acrobatics, no last minute tumbles to lessen the impact. She slapped into the canvas with a dull wet sound, bouncing once before laying still on the mat.

As she lay spread out on the canvas, she fought to stay awake. The lingering effects from the nonstop punishment she was facing was bordering on the obscene. If she was the epitome of precision and grace, Bubbles was her counter as raw aggression and power. It seemed like whoever struck first came away the victory decisively so. It was strange to her to be brutilzed. She was always so calm and in control.

Bubbles had been throwing people around with suplexes for over a decade, so she knew how to do it properly, in a way that wouldn’t leave her targets hurt - well, not seriously hurt. Kura wouldn't be coming down on her neck, and while she might walk funny for a few days, it was nothing that would stay with her in the long-term.

In the short-term, though, she was getting wrecked.

Bubbles sat up fast and rolled over to her hands and knees as the crowd cheered, egging her on. With good reason, too - Kura was on her back, flat, not moving. This round was Bubbles’ to take. Which left the interesting question of how she would take it.

She didn't need long to decide. A moment later, and she was crawling forward, moving over Kura’s prone body until her ass was ominously placed over the ninja’s face. Unlike the breast smother, she took few chances here - she sat up, reached behind her back to grab Kura by the hair, and lifted her head up to force that face deep into the cleft of her ass, nice and snug. From there, she sat down, moving her feet so they came around behind Kura’s head to hold it in place, and put her into a tight, sweaty fullweight facesit. No air, no escape.

As Bubbles loomed over her, it placed her in shadow. She could make out her fate in the red tinted light. Was this how she was going down?  Not if she could help it. Though it was going to take some doing... She groaned as the giant lifted her head, taking in a final deep breath before she was put under. Bubbles knew what she was doing, it was a frim hold with no room to really escape. She could kick, claw, and struggle but she was on the clock now for air and needed to conserve her efforts if she wanted to have a fighting chance.

Once Bubbles had settled in comfortably on top of her, she tested how much movent she had. Next to none save for up and down. That would do. It was hard to think, to act with her head pounding and this tight space overwhelming bathed in the scent of the evenings lovemaking. That alone had her riled. It helped her focus.

Kura's tongue works it's way out from between her lips as she blindly prodded and licked at the woman's underside, seeking out her unprotected sex. Bubbles was a large woman. There was a chance she wouldn't be able to reach it, but she was going to try.

Her body lay still, unmoving on the mat. The referee seemed concerned, uncertain of she of what to do. Unaware of Kura's efforts elsewhere known only to Bubbles, the ninja appeared dead.

It had been a while since Bubbles indulged in a good facesitting. To be honest, she was much more of a breast smothering sort of woman. She preferred the way a face felt between her tits, struggling for each breath, the struggle that came with keeping them there, the satisfaction of using something so perfect for pleasure and turning it into an instrument of destruction.

But facesitting could be fun, too. It had been a while since she’d indulged in a good queening, and she couldn’t think of a more enjoyable seat than Kura.

Partly because she had such a sweet, pretty face. Partly because Bubbles knew she wasn’t just going to lay there and do nothing. Some women were just content to let there face be sat on, totally passive. But not this one. Not her at all.

The tongue. The tongue came out and did it works, fighting her sex and giving her the magic touch. A wry grin came across her face as her hips gyrated on autopilot, grinding against her face, pressing hard, loving every little sensation. All while the referee came over and gave them a cautious look. [b]”Is she-”[color]

”She’s fine. Oh, she is fiiiiiiine.” Bubbles bit her lip and lifted her ass, just enough to give Kura space to speak and breath. For a moment. ”Aren’t you, baby? Ready to give up, or do you have a few more licks in you?”

Kura was notorious in her youth for sneaking herself into tight spaces and hiding away at the shrine. The other children of the village use to hate playing hide and seek with her.She was well accustomed to the discomfort, but trying to actually work something out of stuffy darkness with a clock ticking down was obviously stressful. There was absolutely nothing that would free ehr from this prison save for Bubbles having a moment of weakness, and she had to be the one to make that vulnerability show.

It took a bit of bumping about, but she had found what she was looking for, able to work her tongue partially against and into Bubbles. The angle was poor with how far back her had had been trapped, but her efforts seemed to be working. One the large woman began grinding down on her, she was able to get a much firmer hold of the woman's insides, snaking her skillful muscle deeper into the woman to tease her more readily. That didn't make being down there easier though, the grinding while a blessing to her efforts was also taking a lot out of her as it constantly mashes and compressed her face.

When Bubbles lifted herself up, she gasped the love soaked air around her prison with desperation. She wasn't going to give up, not if she could held it. Her palms clapped themselves down on the woma's thighs as she tied to, even with the limited space she had to work with, pull herself out from under Bubbles. Even if she didn't manage to escape, there was nothing from stopping the woman from grabbing her again, but this was an opportunity she wasn't going to pass up.

Bubbles could be confident, at times. Maybe too confident. Cocky, even. It was the sort of confidence that just naturally came from being twice the size of your opponent, the sort of confidence a lion had when chasing down a gazelle. Being big and strong did wonders for self-esteem.

Granted, Kura had done a wonderful job at deflating that confidence, defying her at every turn, confounding her attempts and managing to dominate her as much as she was dominated. While it wasn’t the first time she’d come across a challenge in the AFW, she couldn’t think of any other opponent who was so uniquely suited to counter her talents.

But, despite that, she still had some bravado to spare. Sitting on Kura’s face had done a good job of ensuring that, to be frank, and it held strong when she lifted her ass, hoping for her foes submission.

What she got, instead was an escape attempt, as the tricky ninja tried to slide her way out before Bubbles could catch her. Whatever the plan was, the Virgin Killer stopped it cold, as she reached out to seize her foe by the breast and grip tight. She held firm, digging in deep with her fingernail to keep her foe in place, while she slid forward and brought her ass above Kura’s face once more.

”Bad, bad girl.” Bubbles cooed and gave her rump a teasing shake. ”Let me show you how they do it in Brazil.”

That was the lone cue Bubbles gave before she introduced Kura to the Surre de Bunda craze, dropping her ass on her opponent’s face and slamming her skull against the mat. She rose up, gave it a shake, then dropped it again and again and again, hammering away at her face, slapping it from side to side with her cheek, pounding and punishing. She was careful not to knock the ninja out - she needed her awake - but the effort was tailor made to knock the fight out of her.

"Eugh!" She had barely scooted out an inch when Bubbles hands clapped down on her breasts, gripping them so tightly the pressure alone stopped her dead causing her to cry out. Somehow this was worse than being trapped beneath the larger woman's backside. At least there she had a chance, had a means in which to fight it, at least she thought so. "No... Don't." Was all she could manage as she was chastised, forced back beneath Bubbles.

She was no stranger to the carrot and the stick. She made liberal use of pleasure or punishment methods herself. It just so happened when Bubbles took to taking away her options she did so in a dramatically more brutal way. In another match of firsts, she was being demolished by the woman's ass. The lack of fight she displayed earlier to conserve her energy was gone. There was no weathering this storm.

She reached up and behind Bubble's, trying to push up at her, slow her assault. Each time the woman's wait came down on her, her body reminded her how damaged her skull always was this match. She kicked and flailed with drop after drop. Holding on for quite awhile before finally making the expressed decision to tap, rapidly slapping at Bubbles' thigh.

Bubbles remembered when she’d first stumbled on this little phenomena, during a little late night searching on the internet. Women with generous backsides in the middle of steamy clubs, dropping their fine backsides all over men’s face, smashing them again and again with powerful pounding. Erotic. Deadly. Dominating. But she’d always been curious what would be the result if a woman like her used it. Someone with the strength and weight to make it truly hurt.

Well, now she knew. And she was pleased by the results.

The tapping on her thigh wasn’t unexpected, though she had to give Kura credit for holding out longer than she’d expected. The woman’s tenacity was amazing, allowing her to keep fighting when others would’ve given up or just went to sleep, but she was only human...or something close enough to it. She gave in, and the moment she did, Bubbles swung about and dismounting, freeing her from the crushing hell.

She kneeled at Kura’s side, leaned down, and placed two fingers around the ninja’s jaw, propping it open just enough for her to give something back.

One little drop of spit. Right in there. ”Back to you.” She ran her hands over Kura’s face, admiring it. She really was quite beautiful. Hauntingly so. ”How are you feeling?”

Someone else might have been humiliated. Having their face pound into ground beef beneath another woman's ass. It didn't make much difference to her, the same as when the larger woman had clobbered her with her filled jugs earlier. Pain was wait, the delivery method wasn't a big concern. A woman of simple tastes, being wedged in someplace warm and snug with close proximity to someone else, she found alluring, made use of that herself. When it came to how she put people down, she didn't have the facilities to do it like Bubbles, but if she could she might. She had no doubt it was fun for the other woman, for her? It was a blur of pain.

Her head dropped back onto the canvas as she was released, groaning softly as it lulled to the side. While she had never been in a car accident before, she had thought it would feel a great deal like this. Her head was pounding, so much so even keeping her eyes open seemed to be causing her discomfort. A good deal of her confidence had drained, mind muddied by blow after blow. If she couldn't think straight, wouldn't act fast, she wouldn't be able to actually fight Bubbles. Those were her one and only advantage.

Her turn turned back up towards Bubbles as the woman pressed down on her cheeks. Her lips parts, mouth opening easily under the pressure. She winced at the spit as it dropped down into her mouth, a taste of her own medicine. She would have laughed if she felt capable of it at the moment.

Even in absolute defeat she looked stunning. Bathed in the red glow from above, the slicked smooth surface of her skin adding shine to every curve. She gazed up at Bubbles with eyes half open, snickering softly at the question. "Not entirely sure I'm still alive..." She spoke quietly in a rough scratchy voice, not even trying to hide how battered she was from her tormentor. "How do I look?" She coughed softly, managing a chuckle at that. "Am I going to pull through?" She strained, trying to sit herself up, though gave up after only the first try. It didn't seem worth the trouble, not when she was technically at Bubbles' mercy at the moment.

Bubbles was being playful, but she wasn’t checking on Kura like that to to tease her - well, not just to tease her. She was legitimately worried about her opponent. While this was not the first time she’d had to dip down and channel her inner cavewoman in a match, she couldn’t remember being so barbaric with an opponent this size. Overboard? Maybe. Bubbles thought so, at first. But then she recalled how quick Kura was. How savvy an opponent she made. How she was able to shut down her body at will with only a few simple touches. And, well…

”Sorry about the rough stuff.” She ran her thumb over Kura’s nipple and gave it a flirty flick. ”But I can’t hold back against you. You’re just too damn good.”

That was about the best way to put it. A compliment.

But now it was back to business. Bubbles brought her legs over Kura’s body and straddled her waist, putting her in a perfect position to press her ear to the ninja’s chest. ”Still breathing. Good. Strong heartbeat.” From there, she started to kiss her way down Kura’s body, stopping in between pecks to speaks.

”You’re wiped. I get that.” A kiss on the nipple. ”I could make you do so much, though.” A lick to the underside of the breast. Such an ignored and underrated spot on the female body, in her opinion. ”I could leave you gasping for air.” A kiss to Kura’s belly button, and a little tongue tickling on top. ”But I won’t. You did right by my wife, so I’m going to do right by you.”

Bubbles stopped with her face over Kura’s pussy, smiling down at her rival’s sweet. With a knowing wink, she reached back and lifted her leg up, hoisting it high, while brought her own legs in between. She was easing her way in, sliding forward, bringing their sexes closer and closer…

”I owe you one more climax.”