SS 19 Dark Match: Femke 'Golden' Brouwer vs. Bubbles Burste

Bubbles was not a woman known for her blazing speed, but she swore, she’d never moved faster in her life than when she saw Femke flying towards her. She had to. Needed. She could accept that there would be heavy damage to take in this match - that was half the appeal - but a blow that crushing, this early on? Pure death.

Even so, she barely managed to roll in time, getting clear with a small miracle. While she didn’t see the impact her rival made, she didn’t really need to - she knew her body, could gauge the height, and it wasn’t the least bit difficult to imagine how damaging such a fall would be. The cacophonous crash that came from her side was just an extra confirmation. Had to suck.

Didn’t mean she wouldn’t take advantage of it, though. Nope, nope.

She rolled over just in time to see Femke flopping over to her back, and that was all she needed to see. Bubbles crawled over to her body double and dropped her weight onto her back, her bare breasts pancaking against the European’s shoulders. She brought her arms around Femke’s shoulders and tried to close them tight on her opponent’s neck, looking to clamp down around that dark, thick neck. ”Come here, lover…”

Femke was just so damn excited to fight Bubbles, to fuck her up and fuck her up. And she probably didn't think things through as well as she should have. Damn, though, it seemed like such a great idea.

Now she was immobilized for a few seconds, her ass feeling like it had shattered on that boat deck, and Bubbles was going to take advantage. Femke knew something was coming, and she tried to prepare mentally for whatever it was, started trying to plan out counters for different possibilities, though the thoughts got kind of tangled up by all of the pain in her rump.

And within seconds Bubbles was on her, gluing that perfect body to her back, tits smashing against her shoulders, crotch rubbing against her wounded ass. Arms closing around Femke's neck to choke her as Bubbles drew their bodies together even tighter. "Aaack!" Femke barked, thrashing her body and bringing her hands up to those arms to try to yank them loose and keep her breath flowing freely!

Okay, that hadn’t been the best start, but Bubbles was starting to feel her stride, now, and getting in close with Femke was helping her immensely. She hugged the woman tight and sighed, loving the rare feeling that she received when they embraced. With almost anyone else, their body gave way when met with her muscles, caved under her power - a good feeling, yes, but one she’d grown far too accustomed to.

With Femke, however, there was nothing but pure strength, two equal forces meeting in the middle. Every move she made was met with incredible resistance, and the act of holding her down like this, something that would’ve been child play’s with anyone else.

It was the greatest, rawest feeling, and she had no qualms letting her rival know how she felt about it. ”I want you.” She breathed in Femke’s ear as she spoke the raspy words. ”I want you so goddamn bad.”

As if to prove it, Bubbles started to stand up, trying to force Femke to rise along with her. It wouldn’t be the easiest thing, not with her thrashing about like this, but the Virgin Killer tried to push her along with a few knees into her backside, trying to keep her nice and compliant as they rose.

She had plans…

When Bubbles growled in her ear, Femke flinched, a quivering sensation rippling down her spine and concentrating right in her sex. "Ooooh, f-fuck, Bubbles..." That husky voice practically sapped all the strength from Femke's body, as it was overwhelmed by her lust and desire for the other tanned titaness. Getting fucked by Bubbles...it was such a rare treat for Femke to enjoy. No other woman could stand up to her strength without getting squashed. Only Bubbles was able to overpower her, to take her like a trophy, to fuck Femke as if the Dutch woman was a true submissive.

Not that Femke would ever stop fighting to be on top. But the mere fact that Bubbles could overpower her made her relationship with Bubbles the second-most-important relationship she had had in her life!

Bubbles began dragging Femke up to her feet, and the shivers Femke had been experiencing subsided as she felt Bubbles trying to move her. She would begin her struggling anew, arms grabbing at Bubbles's and trying to yank them away from her neck, legs swinging and kicking backwards at Bubbles's. She swung her skull back, trying to bash the back of her head into Bubbles's face.

But Bubbles kneed her hard in the butt, forcing Femke's body to bend forward. Then she did it again, forcing Femke to take a step or two in that direction. She kept struggling, hoping that, whatever plans Bubbles had, she would be able to foil them...

Keeping Femke under control was no small task, even for someone with Bubbles’ bruising strength. Her heated words had earned a short lull in the struggling, just for a moment, as she rose up, but that was really all she could hope for - sure enough, the Dutchwoman’s daunting strength came back into play, making her fight for every inch as they rose up. She nearly escaped twice, with Bubbles only just able to keep her in the clutches, and she wound up taking a nasty bump on the back of her nose.

It didn’t help that the hot summer sun was already starting to make them perspire, challenging any grip she could hope to make. There was no way that she could hope to keep this hold locked on for long.

It was a good thing, then that she didn’t intend to do it for much longer, anyway, and that she had her next step well in mind.

She took a sudden, sharp inhale and suddenly lurched forward instead of yanking back, forcing Femke in the opposite direction to create some space. Bubbles gave the hold one more tight squeeze, then jerked back with all the force she could muster, lifting Femke into the air with her hold and releasing it at the apex, trying to send her flying overhead with a sleeperhold suplex. Not the most elegant move, and it might be murder on her back, but it was guaranteed to do some damage if she could pull it off.

Femke's determined yanking on Bubbles's arms nearly paid off twice, her head slipping down, at one point sliding out from between Bubbles's arms all the way up to her nose before the shorter-haired woman was able to adjust and haul her back in. It was a frustratingly, exhileratingly equal struggle whenever the two of them faced off, and as long as she was in the inferior position Femke knew it would be slightly more of the former than the latter, though her awe for Bubbles never diminished in the slightest.

Bubbles forced Femke forward as the Dutch brawler continued to struggle, swinging her head back, feeling that nose briefly flatten from the force of that reverse headbutt. She pulled her head forward again, planning to do the same thing, when Bubbles suddenly lurched forward, making Femke stumble and lose her balance, before picking Femke right up off of the deck, still in the sleeper! Femke gagged as she was swung around, legs flapping through the air, Bubbles finally letting her go...

...and letting Femke slam into the deck, face and tits first, her whole body seeming to compress for a moment before springing back to full height and then crumpling across the polished teak planks of the deck, laid low by that incredible maneuver! "Uuuurgh..."

It wasn’t easy sending Femke flying that far, even for someone with Bubbles’ strength. While she didn’t know her rival’s exact weight, it was reasonable to assume they were fairly close, as with most things - Bubbles, with all her muscles, was around 230 on a good day, and Femke was likely to be in the same area, give or take with that amazing mane she had.

Throwing about like that made her spine cry out in protest, and she’d likely be feeling it when she woke up in the morning. But for now? She was good. Couldn’t have been better. The results were more than worth it.

Getting back to her feet, Bubbles took a moment to shake her head, getting her thoughts clear before she moved back in for the kill. Reaching down, she grabbed hold of Femke’s ankles and began dragging her back to the ring - not that she had any problems fighting all over the ship, but she wanted to have a little more fun between the ropes before they went exploring. The AFW team had done such a good job setting all this up, would be a shame not to milk it.

”Come on, now, big girl.” She gave Femke a playful kick in the the butt, then kept on dragging. ”Don’t tell me your tuckered out already? This ain’t even foreplay yet!”

Femke hurt. Damn, no one but Bubbles could hurt her like that, that quickly. She had only experienced this sort of incredible conflict with one other woman before her doppelganger, and that opponent had become her wife.

Bubbles may have put some stress on her spine, but Femke's spine was in worse shape after she landed right on her head on the deck. She flattened then sprang back like an accordion before her stunned, tight body collapsed flat, with Bubbles getting up onto her feet and standing over her. Femke was vulnerable, and Bubbles began to drag her back into the ring, evidently preferring that more familiar environment to all of the nooks and crannies of their private vessel.

The kick in the butt made Femke stir. Gaining some strength back, she wished her legs were free so she could give her rival a solid kick in the cunt. Brutal, but something that Bubbles would understand. She had to look elsewhere, though...

"Oh, believe me," Femke growled, "I can go all night long, Bubbles." Twisting at her core and swinging her right arm up, Femke would try to find Bubbles's crotch with her hand, hoping to give it a hard squeeze and dig in her fingers a bit!

Bubbles had plans. Oh, did she have plans.

She looked back at the the ring with a slight smirk as they neared, thinking of all the naughtiness she could get into without a referee to hold her back and Femke’s naked body. In particular, she liked the idea of introducing those wonderful breasts to the ropes - she knew from experience how bad it could feel to be pressing into them with a generous chest, and it was the sort of pain that could help her get ahead in this sort of battle. And there were few things she could do with the ringposts, too…

Of course, she’d need a pliant opponent for that, and that was a word that rarely fit Femke. As if to truly drive that point home, her foe sprang to life while they were en route, coming at Bubbles with wild energy. By the time the Virgin Killer realized what was going on, fingers were at her crotch, the claws were out, and-

”Auugh!” Bubbles cried out in agony and fell back, letting go of Femke to caress her aching nethers. It was a rare, aching pain that left her hissing and kicking her feet, wholly taken off guard by that level of aggression. She’d expected to reach that level at some point, but didn’t think it would be so fast, or that she’d be beaten to it.

Good on Femke.

Femke had a healthy respect, a healthy fear of what Bubbles could do at her best. If she had Femke at a disadvantage for even a few seconds, she would be able to do things so painful, so dirty, that they could lay even the indomitable Dutchwoman low.

Femke was still half stunned from the impact of that suplex, but she powered through enough to twist around and dig her fingers into Bubbles's crotch! She wasn't going to do anything that would cause permanent damage—how could she live with herself if she wrecked that perfect pussy for Mariah, for herself, and for Darya?—but she did dig her fingers in hard, twisting them around like she was turning the dial on the radio in order to stretch Bubbles's pussy lips and add a little bit to the clawing! Bubbles fell back onto the deck, caressing her crotch as Femke turned over and, groaning, managed to get onto all fours.

Watching Bubbles gingerly touch and paw at her cooch was, admittedly, incredibly hot, and Femke bit her lip as she crawled after her rival. "Mmmm, yeah, Bubbles...keep doing that," she panted, before she lunged forward and tried to grab onto Bubbles's hair, aiming to twist the American's body around and drag that head down between her mighty thighs in a tight, hot scissor hold!