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

Bubbles was probably the first person in history to be happy about a crotch shot. Silly as it was, the move confirmed an important fact - Femke was far, far from defeated. She’d been a tad worried that, maybe, her favorite playmate had taken too hard of a hit, and that she would be able to run the match from there - which she’d do, sure, and even enjoy, but it wasn’t the epic sexfight that she’d come out here for.

This was more like it.

Femke wasted little time coming in for the kill, too, yanking Bubbles back before she had the chance to even think about what was going on. A pair of familiar legs came down around her head, clamped down on both sides, and from there…

”Oh, God!” Yeah, that about summed it up.

Femke’s thighs came down around Bubbles head with paralyzing force, the kind that would’ve had any smaller woman screaming in pain. She couldn’t lie, she was almost at the brink of doing it herself - having that skull popping pressure bearing down on her, the immense pain, her vision growing starry, it was almost enough to make her body take over and do what her mind would not.

She managed to stop. Thankfully. Just barley. Her hand came up, wavered, and then she threw it back and started banging her fist against the massive thigh. Probably not enough to make Femke let go, but she was low on ideas at the moment.

Femke and Bubbles shrugged off damage that would have crippled lesser women. If they were video game characters, they would be universally criticized for being overpowered. Bubbles had weathered Femke's early assault and came back with spine-crunching brutality, but Femke managed to endure and now found it her turn to dole out the punishment again. She stuffed her friend's face into her crotch, nose pressed tightly against moist labia, while her thighs put their full power into crushing Bubbles's thick skull.

She felt the fist land against her thigh, over and over again, bruising her flesh and making her wince. It would not be enough to force her to release the scissor hold. Femke clenched her teeth and arched her back, lifting her legs—and Bubbles's head—up slightly as she added a burst of extra power to the scissor to try to get that scream which Bubbles had managed to hold in initially!

Meanwhile, one of her hands came down to seize one of Bubbles's massive tits, mauling it and molding it with her finger, trying to add that extra bit to her rival's agony!

If Femke wanted that scream, she’d get it when she powered down and poured on even more pressure, clamping down so hard that she could’ve sworn it made her skull crack. It was a shrill noise, one that few had ever heard and far fewer had ever caused. The sound of real pain.

It certainly wouldn’t be the last time she made a noise like it. Pretty sure on that.

But now Bubble’s thoughts were focused hard on getting up and getting out of this hold, while she still had a working brain to do it with. If she were a more technical minded sort of wrestler, she could’ve done a few things to counter this, escaped with her head in tact, maybe even reversed this into a move of her own. She didn’t have that option, but that hardly meant there was nothing she could do.

Rolling over, Bubbles took a deep breath - as deep as she could at the moment, anyway - and began to push her way up, panting hard as Femke ravaged her tits. Each and every inch was a struggle, but she kept rising, suffering, fighting her way up, higher and higher, standing tall…

...only to fall back at her zenith, attempting to slam her into the floor with an Electric Chair.

Bubbles finally made that sound, and when she did, she would notice that the pussy which was muffling it almost instantly got wetter, as Femke felt an acute sense of arousal send shivers up and down her spine. Knowing that Bubbles was vulnerable, feeling the vibrations of her pure expression of weakness in her loins...it was tantalizing. She immediately started working out how she could make her rival squeal like that as often as possible.

While she was planning that, Bubbles was planning something else. She rolled over onto her belly, but as long as Femke had her legs shut tight around that short-haired head, she didn't see much reason to worry.

Then, Bubbles started to lift up. Femke realized the danger, but too late, after she had already been lifted off of the ground and onto Bubbles's shoulders. Desperate to stop what was coming, she let go of her friend's tits and tried to bring her fists down from either side into Bubbles's face, trying to beat her senseless before she could complete the slam!

It didn't work. She brought Femke down with a thunderous sound onto her back, and the Dutchwoman let out a screech as her back spasmed and her legs released from around her foe's noggin!

No, Femke’s wettening pussy was not missed - really, there was no way she could’ve failed to notice. She could see. She could feel it. She could taste it. She was fully aware of everything her foe was doing at this moment, as if their bodies had become linked and there was no separating them.

But, even if that hadn’t been the case, she could’ve still told it, without a single question, because Femke was simply reacting the way she would have in the same situation.

A shame it had to end, really. Bubbles could’ve spent hours between this woman’s thighs, no question. But she had a match to win, and she was going to do so on her own terms - terms that involved hammering her opponent into the mat at full power, hitting her with enough force to make the entire boat shudder.

For a moment after the impact, Bubbles laid there, nice and still, Femke’s legs at her flanks. The world was silent, save for the pounding surf and the distant cry of a seagull, a spectator on their little live event. She didn’t stay that way for long, however, and started to work her way up her fellow Amazon’s body, slithering along it, muscles brushing over muscles until they were face to face and breast to breast and mound to mound.

”Your turn.”

Bubbles’ lips curled into a demonic grin as her legs worked their way around her doppelganger’s, twisting and turning until she caught them into a tight grapevine hold, intertwining and pulled those mighty legs apart.

In that still moment, despite all the pain she was currently in after that powerful slam, Femke could hear the beating of her heart, throbbing hard with desire, with carnal passions. It pounded hard enough that she could feel it in her ears, and in the tips of her fingers and toes. And she was pretty sure that she could hear Bubbles's heart, too, beating in time with her own. The two of them always excited each other. Even a picture of Bubbles turned Femke on—some of the best sex she and Darya had ever had had come during the lead-up to the first meeting of the two bronzen amazons, when the Europeans would watch video of Bubbles's fights and get so worked up they fucked each other silly.

Since meeting Bubbles, and since getting to know her as a friend and lover, Femke's arousal was, if anything, even more pronounced.

She bit her lip and tried to thrash about as Bubbles climbed on top of her, but the weight of her rival did an effective job of keeping Femke in place long enough for Bubbles to bring those tree trunk-like legs into play, coiling them around Femke's, adding a painful, overextending grapevine to the full-body press! Femke's eyes widened, her toes curled, and she let out a loud moan right in Bubbles's face, feeling her abs grinded down by her foe's, her breasts pancaked underneath Bubbles's own incredible pair...

...and now her legs were getting twisted far enough apart that they felt like they might pop off.

With all of that happening at once, Femke couldn't help but lean up and give Bubbles a hot, wet kiss, practically slobbering all over the other fighter's lips, showing just how eager she was to get it on with her powerful lover.

Holding Femke to the floor was, in itself, a titanic struggle, and one that few women would’ve been able to pull off. Even Bubbles, one of the strongest that the hentai division had to offer, a former bodybuilder and a consummate powerlifter, found herself floundering with the effort. It wasn’t just that Femke was strong and solid - that was part of it, a big part, but not the only problem. It was more that every part of her was strong, that every muscle seemed trained to move at its most efficient. It was so rare to see a body that was so well taken care of, and Bubbles made a mental note: one day, they would have to workout together. A day of lifting weights, pushing iron, trying to outdo each other, and interspersed sex, all while their wives looked on…

Oh, it gave her shivers just thinking about it, and it was all the motivation she needed to redouble her efforts. After all, when that lovely day arrived, Bubbles wanted to be the one bragging about her victory.

Forcing those lovely mental images to the back of her head, she focused on what was important: riding Femke down. Her muscles surged and strained, veins popped, as their bodies slapped and slammed against each other, leaving little spare space between them. As if it wasn’t hot enough - as if there were any such thing with them - Femke jerked up and brought their lips together, inviting Bubbles to kiss, an invitation that she could never say no to.

She reached around her foe’s head and pulled her in for a sweltering kiss, moaning in her mouth, pressing their lips together to the point of pain. Teeth clashed, their noses dueled, their hair mixed together so well that it was hard to tell which strands belong to which woman. But that didn’t mean that Bubbles let go of the submission hold. Far from it. In fact, she intensified it, bucking against Femke and slapping their pussies together. A few brutal, quick pumps, followed by a long, slow dragged, arching her back and putting all the force she could into the vicious fucking.

”Submit!” She growled, her words more of a roar than anything. ”Say it!”

Femke had had dreams like the day of working out together that Bubbles was imagining. Showing off for each other, for their wives, sweating and straining and groping and fucking...it was the sort of thing Darya loved, too, so Femke wouldn't be surprised if her wife and Mariah had already settled on it, writing it down in some secret ledger they used to plan out the entire arc of the Femke-Bubbles rivalry.

Right now, their bodies were already straining against each other, but Femke's was at a disadvantage. Every one of her muscles tensed as she surged upward, trying to break through the iron coffin lid that was Bubbles Burste, trying to throw her off and escape from this imprisonment. She was able to shake her, she was able to wear her down. But Femke couldn't throw Bubbles off of her, as evidenced when the hold tightened in the middle of that sloppy kiss, Femke opening her mouth wide and almost swallowing Bubbles's up as she let out a cry of pain right into the other woman's face! That cry transformed into a moan as Bubbles began grinding her pussy downwards, their labia kissing with equal moistness to their mouths...

Then she demanded a submission. She said it with such animalistic authority that, for a split second, Femke thought she might actually say the words Bubbles wanted to hear. "Bubbles..." And she almost came right then. But it wouldn't be that easy. Femke was going to poke this bear and let it try to rip her apart, and then, when Bubbles least expected it, she was going to turn the tables.

"Bubbles..." she repeated. "I'm...going to fuck you RAW."

It was hardly the first time someone had something like that to Bubbles. In fact, during her earlier Slamazon days, when she was just starting out and getting some renown, she swore that she heard that sort of proclamation every other week. Someone was always trying to make a name for themselves off her name, solidify their legacy, blah blah blah. Nothing new under the sun.

The main difference here, though? When Femke said she was going to fuck Bubbles raw, it had weight. She was, after all, one of the few who could truly make good on that threat, and the Virgin Killer would relish in her attempts.

Instead of being incensed by the defiance, Bubbles had a hearty laugh. ”Don’t threaten me with a good time!”

It was a sign that she needed to change things up, though - as fun as this grapevine was, it wasn’t getting her anywhere, wouldn’t get her the domination she craved. Time to amp things up.

Bubbles undid the hold, untangling their legs, but if Femke though this meant she was getting a reprieve, she would quickly learn how mistaken she was. The Virgin Killer reached out, seizing Femke by the head, wrapping her up in a tight headlock, pulling her in close. And that was when things got difficult.

Bubbles planted her feet on the floor and tried to stand with Femke in the hold, but that wasn’t all she wanted to do. She pulled her opponent’s arm over her shoulder tried to lift Femke into the air, looking like she was going to go for vertical suplex - only instead of falling backwards, she took a step forward and let gravity do its thing from there, attempting to drop Femke’s hardened abs on the ropes and fold her in half.

Femke grinned as Bubbles laughed. The two of them both knew that it was a credible threat, and the same could be said of Bubbles's desire to break Femke. Both of them were perfectly capable of crushing the other, and that was why they got along so well, turned each other on so intensely—made for the perfect pair of rivals!

Bubbles untied her legs from around Femke's, giving those lower limbs a brief reprieve. Femke knew something even worse was coming, and would do her best to fight against it, throwing her legs around spasmodically, trying to land a foot or a knee to her rival's face to slow her down as she locked those sweaty, amazing thighs around Femke's head and lifted her up, stretching her body out, putting her on display. Fuck, whatever this was going to be, Femke knew it was going to hurt. Knew it was enough to break ninety-nine out of a hundred women in just one go.

She kept on trying to interrupt it, pulling on Bubbles's arms with her one free hand, but, while she hoped she had hampered Bubbles somewhat, she could not stop the move. She fell forward, her abs hitting the ropes, Femke letting out a loud "Ooomphh!" as she was crushed between Bubbles's weight and the taut cord, her body folding over the rope just like Bubbles wanted, Femke, through the pain, trying to kick with her legs and break free from Bubbles's grasp, even if it meant dropping outside of the ropes and down onto the hard deck of the boat again!