Kura Shimizu vs. Bubbles Burste - Avatars of Lust

”And that’s just one more thing that we have in common.”

It was a cheeky response to Kura, but it was true. She and Bubbles were on the same wavelength, tuned into the same station, so she knew that her lithe foe would appreciate what came next. The only thing better than pleasure was mixing it with pain, and there was something so sinfully saccharine about using her best instruments of pleasure to inflict pain, tapping into her strength in a way that few others could. The audience loved it, whooping and hollering along, making failed attempts at counting each bump. Even Mariah clapped along, showing her approval.

But it wasn’t too last forever. Bubbles wanted a submission after all, needed her opponent to give up. This wasn’t going to do that, so she needed to move on to heavier fare.

With Kura sufficiently dazed, she released her wrists and put those hands to better use. She wrapped her arms around the ninja’s waist and roughly hoisted her up, pulling her up like a sack of flower as she got back to her feet. While she rose, Bubbles’ brought Kura’s stomach to her chest, encircled her arms around her opponent’s back, and put her in a crushing bearhug...but not just any bearhug.

This one made use of the unique position, reaching down as she squeezed to caress and grope and claws at Kura’s magnificent cheeks, inspecting the melons. And since she had that chest in front of her, wobbling and tempting, she saw no reason not to take advantage of it - out came her tongue, licking away Kura’s right breasts, encircling the nipple with saliva before taking it within her mouth and suckling away. ”God, you are so delicious.” She pulled away, just long enough to say a few words. ”Where have you been hiding all my life?”

The breast beatdown started enjoyable with a hint of pain, bu the time it ended she was having issues seeing straight. Certainly less effective than actual blows, the sheer number of unguarded shots to the head left her almost completely out of sorts. She hardly stirred let along resisted as Bubbles scooped up her limp body into her arm with only the faintest groan from her. Her arms and legs dangled down around her as she was bent back with the force of gravity working against her even before Bubbles had begun to squeeze.

When the larger woman did finally apply the pressure, it woke her back up almost immediately. She tensed up against the powerful forearms digging into her back, gasping for air as she was compressed against the Virgin Killer's unyielding form. Her hands weakly gripped at Bubbles' biceps as she let out a cry of pain. In desperation she kicked out a foot to smack Bubbles between the thighs, but even that failed her. Between the ground and pound (of sorts) and the bearhug depriving having full lungs of air, she wasn't able to do much in the way of fighting back. This had been the perfect time for this move, unlike last time.

There had almost been a chance, a faint sliver of hope that if she held out in this for long enough, she could mount a counter assault. The possibilities were endless with Bubbles' face right there. But this hadn't just been a run of the mill bearhug, why would she have expected that? She grunted softly as Bubbles took handfuls of her rear, squeezing and rubbing at her. She breathed out a heavy exhale, shaky from the pain of the hold but enjoying every touch. Bubbles' actual grip was so firm, so powerful. She had never been this manhandled by an opponent before and she had little shame in admitting in how good it felt. Despite the pain and her position of peril she laughed weakly as she gasped her air.

The finishing touch had yet to come however as Bubbles descended onto her breast. She shuddered as the woman's warm wet tongue snaked over her supple body. Body arching even more in the hold if were possible, trying to almost present herself more readily for Bubbles as her tongue teasingly worked along the outside of her nipple. Once she had finally laid lips upon her, drawing her into Bubbles' mouth she moaned softly, biting on her lip to choke back the pain and enjoy the pleasure. With each powerful suck, her want to leave this hold faded. A captive of the giantess as much as her own sinful desires.

The brief reprieve had been a blessing, had Bubbles not stopped to speak to her, she may have willingly remained in the hold until she was either snapped in half or laying in a puddle of her own fluids on the floor. Returning to it, she knew, spelled disaster for her. The far safer option was to cut her losses. This was a hold she wasn't going to wrestle her way out from with careful touches or slippery moves. With a strained smirk she spoke. "So happy to be your flavor... perhaps you should look down more, you won't miss as many good things that way." She could feel the faintest of breezes in the arena making her breast tingle as it graced the wet surface Bubbles had left upon her.

She wanted more... and she was likely going to get her fill. She tapped her palm a few times to Bubbles arm. "I submit." Even in defeat she sounded dignified and in control. What a class act.

Mariah bit her lip and leaned forward, elbows placed on the apron as she watched the maddening manhandling going on before her. Bubbles specialized in mixing pleasure and pain, and few of her moves so as well as this, her patented variation on the bearhug. She wasn’t just snapping Kura in two, she was devouring the woman, tearing into her chest with a mounting frenzy, a hunger that refused to be sated. It was a feedback loop - the move Bubbles squeezed, the hornier she got. The honier she got, thea harder she squeezed. She had seen this move reduce women to blubbering messes before, and when that didn’t work, Bubbles would just launch them with a belly-to-belly, sending them flying across the ring.

Thankfully, Kura had the common sense to give in before that happen. A shame. Mariah was curious to see how far she could fly.

Bubbles was so engrossed in her meal that it took a few second for her to properly register what had been said. When she did, she raised her head to smile at Kura, with a nipple still held tight between her teeth. She let it go, making a soft plop when it fell away from her lips. ”Glad to hear.” She started to march forward, heading to the corner. ”My turn, now.”

As she neared the corner, Bubbles turned Kura’s body around while she held her aloft, manipulating her body like a life-sized doll - which she was, in a sense, for the moment. She lifted the ninja up, spread her legs and sat her down on turnbuckle, facing towards the audience. ”Cross those legs.” She reached down and helped Kura along, eager to get the most out of her time.

When she was done, her opponent’s legs were crossed under the top turnbuckle, holding her in place as Bubbles’ pulled her body down, further and further. When all was said and done, Kura was hanging upside down, suspended in the classic Tree of Woe position, with her bare sex at a convenient height for all sorts of things.

Bubbles gripped the top rope from both sides, spread her legs, leaned forward, and brought her head close to Kura’s pussy. Not touching, not yet, but close enough for her to feel the heat from every word she spoke. ”You owe me some squeals, hot stuff.” She smacked her lips. ”Time to collect.”

Let out a laughing moan, slapping at Bubbles' arm a bit harder. She wasn't stopping right away. When she finally pulled herself away from her chest she panted softly, giving the large woman such a look. It was in jest, mostly. "I'm sure you are..." She snickered softly. She was already missing the attention as her perked nipple throbbed now that it was left on its own. She breathed out a heavy sigh, resigning herself to what was to come. She nestled up against Bubbles, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her scalp. "Take me away big girl."

She glanced back over her shoulder. To the corner again. This was going to be fun, she already knew it. With a soft content sigh, she let Bubbles do all the work, legs dangling above the canvas.She laughed as Bubbles flipped her around and hoisted her up into the air. My god was this woman powerful. She couldn't even feel her straining to lift her like this. It almost felt like she could fly.

She'd comply with her the other woman's demands, hooking her legs under the turnbuckle. She had an idea where this was headed now. Kura held out her arms, reliving just just a moment the "king of the world" scene from the Titanic before she was eased backwards to hand upside down. It seemed to be a common theme this evening.

"Ooo... jealous from earlier are we?" Her golden eyes brimmed with excitement as Bubbles lowered herself down, peering up at the woman as she hungrily eyed her body. She shifted slightly to hang more comfortably. She let her arms dangle, free and natural, as she readied herself for what was to come. Still, with each heated breath upon her sex, she shuddered. Stilled worked up from the bearhug she was filled to the brim with anticipation. These punishment matches were fast becoming among her favorite.

"I'd hate to disappoint." She quipped with a small smirk, twisting a bit from side to side to show herself off.

Kura was smart, clearly knowing how this would go the moment she was brought upside. Bubbles was going to eat her out, play with her, make her scream with pleasure in this awkward and vulnerable position, have her loving every single second of it. It was going to be a sublime experience, and the kunoichi was no doubt going mad with the anticipation.

But if she thought she knew everything that was about to happen, she was wrong. Bubbles only wished she could see the look on her face in a moment, but she didn’t mind not being able to. Her wife would. ”One sec.” She ran a teasing finger down Kura’s slit, before looking down. ”Oh, Mariah?” She whistled to her wife. ”You want a taste, too?”

There was a look of surprise in Mariah’s eyes, followed by a wild glint. While the rules didn’t say outside parties were allowed to participate in the punishment section, they didn’t say they weren’t allowed, and somehow, she doubted Kura would object. She kicked off her shoes, took over her coat, and slid in under the bottom rope, crawling her way along the mat as the audience grew even more ecstatic. She came Kura’s way like a hunting tigress, passing under the arch of Bubbles’ legs, approaching Kura with glistening lips. ”Hi, there.” She looked straight towards her victim and rose just high enough to put their heads on equal level. ”Let’s get to know each other a little better, shall we?”

With that, the married couple went to work in tandem.

Above, Bubble pressed her lips to Kura’s pussy and licked away, running her tongue along the sides before delving in deep. Never one for subtlety, she plunged between the folds and explored the territory with fervor, sliding left and right and left again. She memorized which spots got the most reaction and prioritized her time there, never ignoring the precious pearl in the center of it all. Around and around, she went, her tongue beating about like the wings of a butterfly.

Below, Mariah took Kura’s lips into her own, and consumed with a hungry kiss. Watching was typically enough for her, but this match was just proving too much, and she couldn’t stand idly by any longer. She was starving for this woman, wanted to claim her mouth, and her tongue bore that desire out. She was more tender than her wife, but there was a definite insistence, as she battered Kura’s own tongue about, as if trying to dominate it, to stake out each inch as her own, brooking no dissent.

"...Hm?" Asked to wait, now? Now cruel of her. Still, she was given a small strike down along her body to hold her.It took her a moment to recall the name she called out was... her wife, at ringside? Asking her for what she wished to see next perhaps? No, an offer to join them. A grin stretched out across her face. This had suddenly become so much more fun than she had hoped for. It seemed the other woman was just as surprised but equally willing. She almost found herself wishing this had been the arrangement all along. The happy couple against her. She mused softly with a hum, considering all the lovely possibilities. Both women were stunning in their own right. It was a shame her time with Mariah would only be fleeting.

"Hello again, it almost feels like it's been too long." She didn't even attempt to hold back the look of pure want that had found its way onto her face. "Lets, please." Kura held her arms out as Mariah slipped beneath Bubbles' legs, offering an embrace to ease them into this lovely situation. As Mariah closed in to meet their lips as one, she slipped her hands under the other woman's arms, fingers sliding up along her back to steady herself from swaying. She wanted to feel every inch of this woman as well, cursing the advent of clothing within the ring. As this was the duos moment over her, as dictated by the rules, she played the part of submissive, and did so in wondrous form.

It was impossible for her to resist the roll and thrash of the larger woman's tongue within her. Would she have if it had been possible? Most likely she wouldn't have. Her body shook with each solid ripple of pleasure that spiked her system. Her hips rolled slightly, as best they could into the large woman's efforts, not only surrendering herself to the sacrificial alter, but helping her adversary to her own ultimate end. The freedom she faced with being forced to play victim was enlightening, and one she embraced wholly.

Her loud moans were muffled and swallowed into Mariah's mouth as they locked lips. She did her best to hold the woman close, hands roaming along her back before one came up to cradle the back of her head. Her tongue slipped over Mariah's, allowing for her to lead their kiss but still reciprocating with as much gusto as she could manage. her efforts to keep up however, were being drained from her body moment by moment as Bubbled ripped it from her by force.

Her eyelids fluttered before easing closed, giving herself over fully to this beautiful women. She'd have loved to stay with them all night, not necessarily like this. She wanted more contact. She found herself hoping this wouldn't be the end, almost giddy with anticipation for the next time she was made to submit.... and she wasn't even done here. Here in this writhing upside down state, her body grew tense, hardly able to contain herself much longer.

Mariah had to give her wife credit - she couldn’t cook, was a terrible driver, had poor taste in movies, and tended to snore like a bulldozer at just the wrong times. But when it came to sex? She was, in her admittedly biased opinion, a genius. A sensual Beethoven, adept in her manipulation of the female body.

Though she was in no position to resist Bubbles efforts, it hardly mattered one way or the other to the Virgin Killer. As far as she was concerned, this pussy was hers for the time being. Hers to fondle. Hers to lick. Hers to fuck. She claimed it without shame, savoring every little twitch that she got in response, lapping up as much of the juices as she could before they escaped, not wanting to waste a single drop or miss any of this sweet flavor.

There was her own pleasure, of course. While she stayed focused on her task, she couldn’t help but lean forward and press her sex against Kura’s undulating body, giving it a few light humps, sliding against it as she thrashed about more and more. It was like every part of her body was crafted for pure pleasure, not a single inch wasted on anything less.

”God, I can’t get enough of this.” She broke away from her meal, just long enough to speak those husky words. ”How’s she taste, babe?”

”Delicious.”

Mariah, too, hated to break away from Kura’s luscious lips, but it was necessary. The woman was an amazing kiss, giving  so much, making the whole experience a delight, but she didn’t want to bore her new lover. Not when there were so many ways to make this interesting.

She forced her way out of Kura’s grasp, but she gave her mouth something to do, as she unbuttoned her shirt and worked a breast free. Mariah slipped the nipple into the ninja’s mouth, knowing she wouldn’t need the direction to proceed, and went about reciprocating up above. The taste of her wife was still on Kura’s breasts, and she was quick to slurp up what saliva was left, before replacing it with a copious amount of her. Mariah was more ginger in her worship, as she kissed around the side, tended to the parts that were so often ignored, making sure to leave no corner unloved.

She had expected to go into this match to have a good time. She had heard the rumors of the Virgin Killers, a few people had even told her not to go to the match. It wouldn't end well they had told her. She questioned them now, how this was not among the best ways to spend her evening. When didn't want it to end. If not for her feeble physical limitations she wouldn't have minded hanging here for hours while the two women worked her to exhaustion. She knew that was the heat of the moment speaking for her. That there was a match to win. But some things were better than win loss ratios. This was ranked solidly over that.

She was facing such a dilemma as Bubbles tongue had claimed her insides. There was no real escape from her voracious hunger. She was pushing her so hard so fast. A sexual blitzkrieg of which she was unaccustomed. While Kura had the stamina to go for quite some time, if she was going to be subjected to orgasms this easily at the hands of her tormentor, it was sure to become an issue.

As Mariah's lips left hers she whined softly, eyes partially opening. She yearned for the woman already, entranced by her gentler touch when paired with her wife. Beauty and the beast(ly beauty). She couldn't have hoped for more... And yet.

She squirmed and struggled, actively fighting to keep herself from giving into Bubbles, not when she was being presented with her wife like this. She panted heavily and quickly, each button felt as though it took an eternity for the woman to slip free. Finally from her shirt, she presented Kura with a perfect milky breast. Had this woman read her mind or were all three of them simply on the same wave length.

She had needed her, desperately. Something to vent out her sexual desires out in to keep herself from giving in. She reached out to hold the lone breast in weak shaky hands, lips clamped tight over her nipple to suckle at her. Had circumstances been different she would have given the woman all the pleasures in the world, a slow build to a grand finish. Now? She was clinging to survival and could do little beyond her basest affections.

Mariah's gentle kisses along her breasts were a welcome addition. Every tender meeting seemed to be. She wanted to do so much more with this woman but...

Her lips parted from Mariah's breast as she let out a cry of ecstasy, her squeal just as enjoyable as Bubbles likely had hoped for. Her body spasmed giving Bubbles her fill of Kura's love juices to sample. Captured as it was with no placed to go she sought refuge in the only place she could. Her arms instinctively reached to to clutch at Mariah, trying to bury herself in the woman's  bosom to muffle her cries and moans. Her body bucked with each responding wave of passion rocking her to the core.

It wasn’t just a random thing that Bubbles wanted Kura to squeal, those weren’t just random, tititalating words - well, not only that, at any rate. No, she decided that was her goal the moment she heard the sensual fighter speak, when she first heard those soft, wistful words coming from her mouth. This was a voice that was made to come out in hot, husky whispers. To hear such a voice whine, come out in that high-pitched squeaking? Just the chance of that was too much to pass up. She had to know what that sound was like.  Bubbles was not disappointed.

Mariah had been right there when Kura screamed, hearing it loud and clear. She could feel it, too, as the naughty ninja tried to muffled that heavenly sound in her chest, letting the noise echo through her bones, tingling her organs. It brought a moan of its own out of Mariah, but that one paled in comparison to the otherworldly sound Kura created.

”Perfect.” Bubbles whispered, speaking into Kura’s gushing pussy like it was a microphone. ”Absolutely perfect.”

She took  a moment to enjoy the feast of her labor, leaning forward to lap up some of Kura’s cream, then stepped to the side in an effort to untangle her opponent’s legs, getting out of the tree of woe. As she worked on that, Mariah gave Kura loving pats on the chest, as she pulled away and put her breasts back in her bra. She didn’t bother buttoning up, though. She had the feeling it wouldn’t matter in a few minutes. ”That was just a taste, love.” She placed one final, teasing peck on Kura’s lips, then started to slide away, going back under the ropes, the way she’d came. ”Wait until you see what we do next time.”

She threw a playful wave to Kura, right before Bubbles managed to get her legs free and gently - gently now lowered her back to the mat. Once she was down, the Virgin Killer reached down, ran fingers over Kura’s pussy to get the taste on her fingers, then sauntered her way back to the middle of the ring as she licked her fingers.

She spun on a heel and dropped down, bending her knees, holding her arms out, eager to go. ”Ready for more?”

Kura groaned into Mariah's cleavage, tensing up as Bubbles took her last few free licks from her body, for now at least. She leaned back, dangling away from the women as Bubbles slowly untangled her legs for her, very kind. Even as she panted, a smile wasn't far behind when Mariah not only gave her another peck, but made a promise to return soon enough. The moment Mariah had included herself in their match, her mind hard started to dream up the possibilities. She wasn't going to let this pass her by, not for an instant. Her tongue lipped over her lips, tasting the last of the woman on her. It had been regrettable it was for only such a short amount of time.

Kura let a huff as Bubbles ran her finger down along her sex, playfully swatting at her hand. She did need to take a moment, sitting herself up in the corner. She gave her cheeks a small slap on either side and fixed her hair. It wasn't all for recovery though. She took in the ring, looking for a few key things while she took her time. She was playing at a disadvantage for the next few minutes while she worked herself back up to fighting at her full potential again. there was a dull hungry ache in her body now that the two women had left her.

Her arms stretched up as she took hold of the ropes, pulling herself to her feet. She had gotten back to a more baseless level of breathing now. By comparison, he took a more cautious slow walk towards the middle of the ring, starting to circle Bubbles right out the gate. Her eyes shifting off the woman briefly as if searching for something as she moved carefully. She smirked at Bubble's question, forcing a bit more spring back into her step.

"Quite ready." She held up her arms, giving a small taunting flex and a wink. "First one was free."