The Pit Premiere: An AFW Exclusive Cross Promotion

She had given just about everything she had in the struggle, never permitted to recover after Devine had choked her out had made her easy prey. Her fight now was for consciousness, swimming in a sea of Devine's scent and overpowered by her crushing thighs. She lay there as a hot mess, groan muffled with each thrust of her opponents crotch in her face. There were worse dates than being between someone as gorgeous as Devine's legs… but this was her house and this outsider has utterly humiliating her. This had never happened before.

Just as she reached the breaking point, those long powerful legs unwinded from her head, letting her call gasping into the oil. Her face was caked with sweat and moisture from Devine's bottoms, ensure that even with the woman gone it was the only thing she was breathing in still.

Pressing her palms to the ground she forced herself up on her arms, watching to avoid someone wrongfully assuming this had been a second fall. She hadn't talked nor had she passed out even if she was feeling lightheaded at the moment. Her hair hung in long red strands around her face, the normally well kept braid she work was a disheveled mess, coming apart around her to hand more loosely like frayed rope.

Her dulled eyes stared at Devine's feet, laid out before this bronze goddess in a state of near worship. Casting her head upward she dared to gaze upon her in defiance, panting heavily in need of some sort of despite. The two women locked eyes, though only one of them seemed fully there. Eriko watched in silence as the Brazilian worked off her top off and looked to her expectantly as if she should do the same.

Through labored effort she managed to push herself up to her knees, sinking back to sit on top of her legs and cast her eyes skyward to take in fresher air through long labored breaths. Her frustrations in her inability to mount a comeback was tempered with the thrill of Devine's body and the challenge she was presenting. She was fast running out of options though… only through the Brazilian's good grace of sheer must was this match continuing on any sort of even footing at present.

The crowd cheered as Devine worked her top off and let her breasts go free, welcoming the sight. Her pair wasn’t as large as the Bride’s, didn’t have the same size and heft, but they were still a pair that most women could be proud. Natural. Perky. Bouncing, with two hardened nubs jutting out, aching for contact. They were a pair that was longing for two other breasts to rub against, craving something to push into them, to mix with.

And they would get that, too. Just not at the moment. It seemed Devine had a little work to do before their playmates could come out.

She canted her head to the side, watching as Eriko looked about with glazed eyes, as if she wasn’t even sure what country she was in anymore. No taunts, no comebacks, no sexual innuendos, not even that coy smile she’d come to expect from the redhead. This whole experience had left her clearly rattled, and it wasn’t just the lack of oxygen. Devine was no expert, but if she had to guess, this was the look of a woman who was clearly not used to losing. An empress watching her empire slip away.

”All. “ She took one step forward, kicking oil in Eriko’s face like a playful child, not the least bit concerned. ”Mine.”

Devine moved in a sudden rush, ducking low and swinging around Eriko’s wavering form to come at her from behind. She pounced on her prey, tackling her to the mat and taking position on top of her waist, bucking hard to hammer her into the mat. One arm came around Eriko’s throat and wrapped tight, trying to choke out what little air she’d managed to accumulate, while the other found a breast and began to pull and squeeze yank at both the fabric and the flesh underneath, ravaging the tit. ”The funny thing about fire?” She cackled and gave Eriko’s ear a bite, before pulling back and whispering harsh words right into it. ”It always dies out, sooner or later.”

Eriko flinched, turning her face from the oil as it splashed her cheeks. She had enjoyed freedom for a good minute or so before Devine had saw fit to lunge for her again, driving her easily to the mat in an unroat of approval from voices above. The two women slide along the floor with the carried momentum before coming to a slow stop. The redhead's face, buried in the oil was pulled back with an arm hooked tightly around it getting a choked groan from The Bride of Flame as she found herself once again the prisoner of Devine.

Her full breasts made for a wondrous plaything for the Brazilian. Her tight top had done an excellent job of providing her firm support during the match, stopping what surely would have been a bouncy mess otherwise. Not it was a method of torment as Devine pulled and yanked, using it as further leverage to grope at her.

The martial artist let out a quiet moan at the treatment as the woman pinning her down nipped at her ear. She was ready to be done with her top if it meant freedom from what was happening right now. Her fingers wrapped around the arm on her neck, weakly struggling against what really mattered in this exchange, the thing that was keeping her pacified.

"Enjoy it while you can" Eriko croaked out before her words were swallowed up by another rolling moan. She kicked her legs in the oil, lightly bucking her body in an attempt to flop both women over onto their side, trying anything she could to change their positioning.

Eriko might’ve had the best breasts of any woman that Devine had ever come across, and that wasn’t a complement she would dole out lightly. Her fingers had felt quite a few pairs in their time, but she couldn’t remember the last ones that were this welcoming to the touch, and it wasn’t simply the oil. Eriko’s were soft, but bolstered by the muscle underneath, a rare balance of power and sensuality that came from rigorous training. In a straight up fight, she had little doubt that the Bride could overpower her with such a body and have an easy time of it.

Here in the oil, however, that counted for less than usual. Here, cunning was a valuable skill, and it just so happened to be something that Devine excelled in.

With a tight grip and a hard yank, Devine pulled the top away and tossed it to the side, sending it to the far side of the ring. The temptation to go back to groping was strong, to feel Eriko’s chest without a single hindrance, but she resisted the notion for now. She couldn’t ask for a better chance than this, and she intended to take it.

”I intend to.” Her retort was a dark, foreboding whisper, a hiss on the wind, as she brought both of her arms to play around Eriko’s neck, locking in a solid sleeper hold. All that struggling wasn’t for nothing, as the Bride did manage to put them on their side, but Devine was quick to compensate. Her legs came around the redhead’s neck in a figure-four position and clamped down, squeezing at her from all sides, putting that core to the test.

This time there’d be no mercy, no letting up. Devine was determined to crush everything out of her opponent, looking to stamp out every last ounce of resistance. The anacondas found their prey, and there was nothing left to do but squeeze, squeeze, squeeze...

Eriko grit her teeth as the fabric of her top grew tighter and tighter under the pull of Devine, shifting her entire chest slightly to the side. With a sudden snap she came tumbling out, free as a bird to have her breasts bounce freely in the oil. It had been a relief of sorts, most of the match her nipples at been fully at attention, now they needn't be rubbed raw against the top.

She normally preferred to wrestle topless, it have her opponents less to latch onto normally as the oil made every curve an impossible surface to really grip. With Devine however, she expected this would come back to bite her hard. The woman was unapologetically sexual, and while the Bride of Flame liked to tango with her foes in kinky ways, she was almost certain this woman's speciality lay in that particular field from how masterfully she had been working her over all match.

With her top gone, the Brazilian had gone back to focusing her efforts on seeing she couldn't recover yet again, wrapping herself around Eriko every chance she could. Legs coiled around her midsection, staying in snuggly to apply crushing pressure while she had sides up a sleeper hold. The combination was fast starting to put the redhead under again.

Eriko let out a choked growl, refusing to have herself fall victim to this for a third time. While she still had some measure of strength left, she was going to fight to the best of her ability. She pulled one arm forward, gripping her own palm with a free hand. Using her own arm like a battering ram she threw it back hard towards Devine's side, trying to slam her elbow in deep. What she lacked in raw muscle in the moment from being left in a perpetual stage of near unconsciousness she made up for by pushing hard with her other arm to help drive the limb with more force.

”You’re fighting so hard, and there’s no real reason for it. I’ve got this. You know I do. And you know I can make put you to sleep in so many nasty ways, if you just let me. So why fight? You know you’’ll love it.”

A legit question, but one that Devine was starting to feel she had the answer to.  It all came down to pride - Devine was coming down to her home territory, trying to stake a claim in her ring, to dominate her in front of the patrons that came to know and respect. She was a queen defending her throne to the bitter end, even as the young invader tried to rip her clean off it.

Devine understand that, respected it, loved it. But it wouldn’t stop her from being the one to make Eriko’s nightmares a reality.

She could feel the woman’s body weakening once more, going slack in her grip. She was stubborn, a hard fighter, not making it easy - but it was going to happen. Just a little more, a little harder, a little longer, and-

Eriko’s elbow crashed hard into her side, slicing into her ribs, a direct hide that made her shriek. She was no stranger to taking strikes, but that one hurt, even in the oil. It was delivered with the sort of power she would’ve expected from Makoto, from a dangerous martial artist, and it helped drive home a crucial point - this was not a woman to be taken lightly. Ever. Devine needed to solidify her advantage, whatever the cost, or things could and would sway away from her favor. ”Okay, then, if it’s like that…”

Devine unlocked the body scissors and released her opponent, but that hardly meant that hardly meant that the Bride was free. She pushed at Eriko’s back, just enough to create move her further down her leg, and lifted her other leg high into the air, to the very limits of her flexibility. She’d only reached the zenith for half a second before she brought it  all crashing back down, looking to drive her heel into Eriko’s head like the axe of a headsman.

It was hard to be mad at Devine. It wasn't that what she was saying hadn't been frustrating to the martial artist due to her inability to really dispute it, but it was the fact that it sounded much like things she had said to other opponents before. We're the tables truly so turned that she, the alpha predator of this pit had become just another random piece of meat thrown to the wolves? It was a hard reality she was struggling to come to terms with as Devine kept her from mounting any form of comeback.

Driving her way know into the other woman had been among one of her final possible acts of rebellion before she would have been consumed by the constricting grasp of those powerful legs. She had been thankful when they were uncoiled, giving her back the ease of breath she so desperately desired. Less enthused was she about what came next.

Shoved back, she reeled, nearly toppling over but managing to keep balance on her knees. Even in her exhausted state, she was able to follow the Brazilian's movements. Her arms back up, forearms crossed against one enough to intercept the downward kick at the point her arms joined. Her biceps flared as her stiffened arms took the shock of the strike, shaking as she held the heel at bay just before it made contact with her head.

She was locked in that position for a moment, leaving her oil slicked body exposed to counter attack. If one didn't come however, she would turn her wrists inward to take hold of Devine's ankle and give the woman a hard yank to slide her closer. Eriko hadn't the strength at the moment to mount a proper offense, but she had other means to increase her striking power. If she managed to pull Devine in closer, she would leg go of the woman's leg and drop forward, using gravity and her weight to com down towards Devine with a wide swing of an elbow aimed to catch the woman upside the head. She was desperate to put her opponent into a similarly vulnerable state to her to even the playing field again.

It could’ve been over. Just like that.

Devine might not have been a martial artist in the truest sense of the word, but she had strong legs, could kick with the best of them, and could deliver true power and speed with her blows, more than enough to knock even the hardiest of foes unconscious with a single strike. She had no doubts that her axe kick, while not the prettiest technique, could’ve gotten the job done. If it hit. Which it didn’t.

Devine grunted, annoyed as Eriko got her arms up just in time to block the blow, extended her time in the waking world - a strong move, or a desperate one, it was getting hard to tell the difference.

She had just begun to move again when Eriko sprung into action, yanking her hard and leaping forward, arm cocked back for a strike. Devine raised her arm up on instinct, scarcely managed to block the wild elbow as it came careering towards her skull, a dangerous blow that could have knocked her out. Now she was on the ground, with her opponent on top, bearing down on her. But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Devine accepted her with open arms - literally. One came under Eriko’s shoulder, the other wrapped about her neck, and she attempted to clasp them together behind her back, going for a choke. At the same time, her legs clamped around Eriko’s waist, going for another body scissors, locked into the figure-four position, this time.

A tight hold. Strong. What she hoped would be enough, if she could secure it.

Eriko's elbow smacked loudly against Devine's guarding arms, followed by the rest of her coming down with it. Without landing the blow she was in a tree fall right back into the Brazilian's clutches, she could see it a mile away as limbs unfurled and came out around her. She was quick to plan her palms on the other woman's shoulders, throwing her full force into it to give the redhead the needed to prevent her opponent from applying her choke attempt.

This came at the expense of the rest of her body, having to keep herself planted meant Devine easily managed to wrap her up again with those long powerful legs of hers. The initial surge of pressure almost made her collapse forward but to do so would have sealed her fate. She was sure if she went down again to a full hold, she was done for.

She was at a loss though, unsure of how to proceed without giving Devine another opening. She pushed at the oil slicked floor, trying to gain a bit of purchase to gain leverage, attempting to roll Devine up further onto her back while walking her own body forward on her outstretched arms.

If she had managed to get far enough forward, she would let herself drop, arms coming out fast to try and scoop up the other woman's head and pull it up into her falling body to lodge the Brazilian's face firmly within the depths of her cleavage. The other woman only had herself to blame for this after all, she had taken her top off.

Devine hadn’t merely gone for this hold to inflict pain - though, yes, that was a major part of it. There weren’t too many people that a figure-four bodyscissors would’ve been effective on, with most people having too wide of a waist for it to really work, but Eriko’s was perfect for it. Slim. Toned. Tight. Devine had no trouble encircling her in the snare and clamping down, tensing her muscles to come at her from all sides.

But there was all the way it put their pussies so close together and forced them to grind in a way that a regular bodyscissor would not have. She drove her hips forward, humping her up, moaning with each pumping, and working up a steady rhythm of pain and pleasure.

Squeeze. Hump. Squeeze. Hump. Squeeze. Hump.

She moved faster each time, drove harder, become lost in her own ecstasy, so much so that she didn’t even see the breasts coming down on her face until they were already over her, covering her nose in mouth in wet, hot flesh. She yelped into the cleavage, surprised, but her body had a mind of its own at this point and didn’t let up with her lewd, punishing rhythm. If anything, she went harder.

But the hold was a concern, no doubt, and one that she certainly had to deal with. Even as the lack of oxygen became a problem, she could see a way to make Eriko’s situation even worse. After all, if her arms were busy smothering her, they couldn’t be doing other things. Important things, like, say, covering her sides.

Devine brought her hands down and began to swing away, throwing sharp, hard punches into Eriko’s ribs, hammering away at her sides. She was no boxer, but hanging around Stone and Makoto had given her a little sampling, and it was knowledge she could apply well enough here. She threw blow after blow, making sure to sink them deep into the bone, trying to see just how dedicated this woman was to her breast smother.