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

Bubbles knew she was in trouble right away, the moment her elbow went back and wasn’t able to return to her right away. Femke was strong, but she wasn’t just strong. The woman was wily and creative, and even in the water, there’d be no end of tricks for Bubbles to figure her way through. This was going to be a new sort of challenge.

”Gah, no!” Bubbles tried to pull her arm free of Femke’s hold, but her opponent had all the advantages in this scenario, and no qualms in using them. She tried to get away, but she would’ve had more ease escaping an octopus - a cephalopod wouldn’t have felt her up like this, wouldn’t have been so skilled when it came to manipulating her breasts. That was the advantage of having a chest that compared to your opponent. Femke knew exactly how to touch her to drive her wild, her own experiences serving as primer, and it was enough to leave Bubbles weak all over.

It sapped strength. Precious strength. Strength that could have gone to protecting her midsection, as crushing thighs clamped down on her sides. Strength that could’ve been used to stay above water, as their combined weight drove them deeper between the waves. Femke’s squeeze was passionate and unrelenting, cutting her in half at the waist.

Knowing the trouble she was in, Bubbles’ followed her instincts and made a mad attempt to swim her way back up, even as Femke continued to pulverize her body. Whatever she did to escape this, she’d need a health dose of air, first. Her world was already starting to get hazy, as the lack of air in her lung and the lack of air all around her set the stage for a nasty scenario.

Femke's move had combined their body weights into one single, tightly-coiled mass that immediately began to drop like an anchor into the ocean. Both their heads went under the water, and, between that lack of air and Femke's squeezing, it was obvious that Bubbles was going to pass out if they didn't get back to the surface soon. In a different setting, Femke would have been happy to let her rival pass out, then quickly pull her back up to the surface and let the unconscious woman have some air.

But in this match, knockouts didn't count for anything. And if Bubbles passed out five feet underwater, an increasingly fuzzy-visioned Femke would be forced to carry their combined weight up to the surface all on her own—something she just wasn't sure she could do in this tired state.

So she let her legs come away from Bubbles's waist, letting the woman kick and flap her arms and get back up to the surface. Femke didn't let her get away completely, of course. She kept a hold on Bubbles's breast, using it like a life raft to help buoy her up to the surface. As Bubbles's head broke the surface, Femke, still coming up underneath her, would try to land one more big blow to her friend: as she rose, she would aim the top of her skull for Bubbles's belly, trying to use her buoyancy to headbutt the American woman right in her abs, while her other hand came up to grab onto Bubbles's sex and give it a squeeze!

This was bad, really bad. The water was adding a wholly unforeseen dynamic to this whole fight, and it seemed like Femke was acclimating to it better than she could hope for. Bubbles just wanted to breath, needed to get her head above water, but her opponent was making that a difficult proposition. Her strength, such as it was, meant less than she would’ve liked with her on top and in control. She just needed to get free, and…

And then it happened. Femke let her go and Bubbles immediately made a wild attempt to rise, pushing hard to swim up towards the surface. She wasn’t wholly free, though, as she held onto Bubbles’ breast - something she was more than welcome to, really. Bubbles had far bigger concerns.

She came to the surface and gasped, breathing in all the air she could find. She wasn’t able to enjoy the oxygen for long, though, as Femke used her head to drive it clear out of her, striking her hard on the abs and grasping her crotch, a move that had her squealing. Bubbles found her back against the boat, reeling against it as the waves rocked about them, struggling for any reprieve she could find.

Femke had her. For the moment.

Femke didn't regret being generous and letting Bubbles get to the surface. They both needed to breathe, and neither would have been able to get her head above water when Femke was coiled around Bubbles like a snake, reducing their surface area while focusing all of their weight together. And she still had Bubbles where she wanted her, in just as compromising a position as before.

A little bit of that was thanks to pure serendipity, since she had not anticipated the boat to be so close. But as soon as she felt Bubbles bumped up against it, Femke would try to capitalize, using her tit and crotch holds to shove Bubbles as hard as she could up against that smooth, shiny white hull, aiming to pin her rival against it as her head broke the surface and she sucked in a couple of deep breaths, their faces mere inches apart.

"Haaah...how you doing, Bubbles...? Maybe you want to cum right here in the ocean...?" Femke panted, clamping down hard on the tit she captured, while she shoved her fingers down below deep inside of that pussy, the first four stroking the folds of that sex, and her thumb pressing and rubbing at Bubbles's clit, trying to get it heated up with some rubbing even while the cold ocean water might otherwise be keeping it cool!

It seemed like this boat had retrofitted with the possibility that the combatants might’ve gone overboard, and that management viewed it as a serious concern. After all, they were alone out here, and any incident could be fatal, with help not being able to arrive until it was far too late. With that in mind, there were life preservers all about the hull, and four ladders around the port and starboard, one of which Bubbles grabbed hold of for support as Femke ravaged her. It was a desperate measure, but one she needed, not sure how long she could stay afloat under her own power.

And it wasn’t without its advantages, either. Like this, Bubbles could used her other arm to swing back, maybe hit Femke, or dip back and swing her hard into the boat. Whatever the case, it gave her control, which she sorely needed.

Could’ve. Didn’t.

Instead, the whispered promise had her holding still. Had she ever come in the ocean before? She couldn’t remember, but if she had, it certainly wasn’t with a woman like this. Even if it hampered her chances, it was an opportunity she didn’t want to miss. Maybe it would even help? Relieve some stress, allow her to focus for a while.

Yeah. Yeah, she liked that.

”Maybe...maybe I do.” She turned her head enough to mash lips with Femke as she spoke, breathing the dare right into her mouth. ”Who’s gonna make me?

They had done an admirable job of fitting the boat with all the safety equipment the two of them could possibly need, and Femke still did not fully believe they had been abandoned and left to their own devices, suspecting there must be someone hiding somewhere on or near the ship whose job ir was to jump into the fray and save their lives if they did something stupid (as the two of them, when together, were wont to do).

But they didn't need that mystery helper, if she existed. Femke saved Bubbles, not intending to let her pass out and waste a couple of minutes of their iron woman time limit while unconscious. Not when she could be fucked like the sexy, sexy bitch she was, instead. Femke whispered her challenge, face close to her rival's. Bubbles whispered back, in between hard, desperate, seawater-sloppy kisses that made Femke grin like a madwoman.

She licked her lips. "Just scream my name when you cum, please," she requested, before her fingers downstairs whipped into high gear, wiggling back and forth as rapidly as a speed boat's propeller. The thumb on Bubbles's clit pressed down hard, then left it entirely, exploring her labia, trying to make them tingle with just some tentative, light touching. And her fingers would slow down, now just gently waving left and right, putting gentle pressure on one wall of the vagina, then the other.

And then they would whip into overdrive again, as Femke tried to insert her whole hand up to the rist right inside of her lovely rival's womanhood!

A part of Bubbles was screaming in her head, tellign her to resist her rival’s advances and fight back hard, get out of the hard fucking that was coming her way, but it was getting drowned out by the chorus of cells that were craving everything about this moment. Were it any other woman, she might have been able to put on some semblance of a front. But Femke was special. Femke was a different sort of beast. She was the only woman on the planet who could give her this, and there was just no way she could pass up on the opportunity.

Besides, she had every intention of giving it all back to Femke at the first opportunity. Ten fold. This was just a little reprieve.

She gave Femke leeway to fuck her ragged, and the opportunity was not wasted. She let out a hard, haggard cry as her insides were explored, tearing through her pussy with reckless abandon. It was all she could do to hold to the steps for dear life, a challenge that became that much harder when her fist plunged deep and lost itself within her folds.

Femke wanted her to cum and she’d get what she wanted, with Bubbles not able to hold on for a second longer. An orgasm tore through her body like lightning through the skin, setting her nerves on fire, making her back arch as the electricity ripped through her cells. She hadn’t forgotten Femke’s request, but it wouldn’t have mattered, anyway. What came out of her mouth next was involuntary.

”Oh, fuck!” She threw her head back and let out a howl, as the heat spread from her legs and into the cold waters. ”Fuck! Femke!”

It didn't take long for Femke to get what she wanted, as Bubbles's pussy tightened, her back arched, and she started crying out Femke's name as she came. The shorter-haired amazon didn't resist as Femke had her way with her, fist shoved deep into her sex, other hand squeezing her breast with an insistent rhythm, pinching her nipple to add just that little bit of extra intensity to her orgasm. The Dutch brawler grinned as she heard her name cried out by her friend—then bit her lip as a warm sensation rippled through her body.

She loved to hear Bubbles's voice when she was in the midst of bliss like that. Femke was already horny just from the bodily contact between the two of them, and, now that she had injected sex into their battle, she knew it was only a matter of time before it was her turn.

But it wasn't time yet. No, not yet!

"Ooooh, poor Bubbles! Making little bubbles of your own juices in the water," Femke teased, as she kept that hand in Bubbles's pussy, continuing to stroke and press and rub to keep that orgasm going, and keep her warm juices flowing into the water! Her other hand, meanwhile, gave the tit another squeeze, then slid down...and Femke would bury a hard punch in Bubbles's abs, to press her back against the boat's hull!

God, this woman. This crazy, hot, dangerous woman. Had Bubbles ever been in it this badly before? No. No, she wouldn’t forget, if that was the case.

Her body was still in post-orgasmic bliss, but she could already feel it starting to heat up again as Femke made magic happen with her fingers, deftly manipulating her breasts. She wasn't the least bit subtle about it, either - like everything between them, her groping was rough, demanding, and relentless, digging her nails in deep. She could have been content like this for a while, just going crazy as her rival working her to a hot, steaming end.

Femke, however, had other ideas. Ideas that involved burying a fist into her abs, apparently.

Bubble’s squawked as the hit shot through her like cannon fire, disrupting her innards and leaving her breathless. Much as she didn’t want that hand out of her pussy, this was a match, and she was far from finished with it - that attack needed an answer. Bubbles swung about, raised her arm, and threw an elbow at femke’s face, attempting to hit her square on the center and throw her for a loop.

Femke had always been the sort of woman whose wires for pleasure and pain had been crossed. She knew that Bubbles was going to love that punch to the gut—in a different way than the groping and stroking of her erogenous zones, but just because it was different made it no less legitimate.

The strike also encouraged Bubbles to fight back. Had that been a part of Femke's plan?

Honestly, she didn't hate the elbow that came smashing into her face right after her fist buried itself in Bubbles's gut. She loved feeling the power of her rival, even when it hurt like a motherfucker, nearly spinning her head around a hundred and eighty degrees and leaving another fresh bruise right in the middle of her cheek.

She didn't plan it that way, no, but Femke was never much of a planner, anyway. Bubbles was still ready to fight, and it thrilled Femke to be able to continue trading blows with her cherished foe. She was dizzy and stunned right now, her hand slipping out of Bubbles's pussy, and her whole body floating a few inches further back to give her rival some space. But she would not give up the attack completely, swinging her fist forward again to try to nail Bubbles right in her nose with a new punch!