Johanna Vogel vs. Vanessa York

Well, it was like Vanessa always told her daughter - there was no harm in asking. The worst someone could do was say ‘no’.

Actually, in this case, the worst that Johanna could do was wrench the hold back even further, testing her flexibility even further, which was exactly what she did. Skinny as she was, athletic as she was, Vanessa was more bendy than most - but that only went so far, and her opponent was rapidly reaching those limits.

She grit her teeth down hard, balled her fists, and focused on enduring the pain, trying her best to blot it out. Reaching the ropes? Not going to happen. She just had to ride this storm out for the time being, wait until Johanna found something else to use and gave her an opening. ”Find something else to sit your fat butt on!”

Eh, if she couldn’t hurt Johanna with her fists, she’d try to use her words. The referee thought it was worth a chuckle, at any rate.

One if the basic holds one would teach you but is still something that proved to be effective. Well, almost anything can be effective if done and applied well. Deriving satisfaction in seeing her opponent in pain, testing how far she could really go, finding limits and seeing if she could surpass that. That's what humans strive, is it not?

And Johanna hoped this looked very good for the audience and the cameras recording this, the young woman pulling as much as she could, even going onto the balls of her feet just to get more torque on the hold. All just to wear down her back. Hanna had other plans and the German hoped to showcase them so she would prefer Vanessa didn't tap. Although it would be embarrassing for the redhead to suffer a quick loss. 

There wasn't much the redhead could do. Aside from just throwing out elementary school level insults. 

Truth be told, Johanna held pride in her body, and that included her rear, which had been sculpted and moulded from many gym sessions. All natural. But if she wanted to go that route? Fine.

Johanna would simply let go of the hold, releasing her head before roughly sending her body down to the mat, though not for long until she sought to roll Vanessa over so that she would be on her back. Giving a wave to the crowd before turning around so that she faces her legs instead. 

"If you insist."

With that being said, the German looked to sit her firm behind right on the face of Vanessa!

Be careful what you wish for. Another adage that Vanessa like to tell her daughter.

There was no way she was going to tap out to this hold - that was what she kept telling herself, anyway, knowing how devastating that not just a loss, but a loss like this would be to her career. Losing in record time to a wrestler without any record to speak of? Oh, yeah, she wouldn’t be living that one down anytime soon. Johanna was clearly looking to boost her career, but it wouldn’t be at her expense.

Luckily, though, she managed to hold out long enough, and Johanna just gave it up, letting her flop to the floor. She flipped her over on her back, but that was a small problem, really - at the moment, she was far too worried about the state of her spine to think about anything. It hurt, definitely, would be sore for days, but she felt she could get good enough to stand back up and continue the fight. All she had to do was buy time, and…

...wait, what was Johanna doing? Why was she standing over her like that? Why was she coming down, and-

”No-” That single word of protest was all Vanessa could get out before Johanna came down on her face and covered it in darkness, enveloping her with her backside. She went into a spastic fit, kicking about, squirming, thrashing this way and that, but it was all futile. A facesit might’ve seemed like a silly move, but it could be effective when you had the right assets, and Johanna’s were more than up to the task. All Vanessa could lay there and suffer, screaming into the flesh, desperate for relief.

Well, she did insisted. 

That one is more on Vanessa. Johanna didn't think she'll be taking request, especially from her opponent but who was she to deny her wishes? She'll play genie in that case. A lot more better than having your back stretched past the point of conformable. And as soon as Johanna took the best seat money can't buy, she was sure to make herself comfortable. Much to the chagrin of the redhead.

Her protest would soon be muffled quickly once those firm buttcheeks of hers came down and covered her face. And already she began to struggle, but the German would look to ride it out. She had the leverage after all. Grabbing at a lock of red hair with one hand, she would quickly shift her feet underneath the back of her head, just so she could rest on the soles. The other pulled up on her skimpy leotard, almost to the point of a wedgie making sure Vanessa would get all, supple flesh on her facial features before wriggling get butt to get settled. 

To have this kind of move early in the match was something that Johanna could be proud of and the crowd gave some whoops and hollers to the younger woman. Satisfying even, having a silly move with the potential to wipe ones lights out from a foe. She could just sit there amused while Vanessa just thrashed about. 

But then she had a lightbulb moment. 

"My phone! My phone! Quick!" She would ask anyone at ringside, pointing to the smartphone she left. It was perhaps a long shot, considering they were probably busy dealing with other stuff, mainly keeping the match going. But one generous cameraman who just so happened to get a good shot of the action at ringside managed to slide the phone towards her on the mat. Enough for her to reach out and pick it up, quickly switching to the camera app before holding it away from her, looking to get a special photo she could share to her Instagram page. Moving it just to get the right angle where she could show off her assets, while moving it behind her just so she could get a snap of the redhead underneath her ass.

Oh her followers would be in for a treat!

It was amazing how downhill this match had gone in such a short fashion. It wasn’t old, couldn’t have been more than three minutes, and already Vanessa was suffering one of the worst fates an AFW wrestler could imagine.

Despite the taunts, Johanna wasn’t all that heavy - hell, given their height difference, Vanessa might’ve been the heavier woman between them. But it all came down to ratios in the end, with Johanna being shorter, but having more muscle to back up her frame, while Vanessa was a beanpole at her best. And, as she was discovering, the woman was no stranger to squats - she was solid back there, her rear made of relentless muscle, nearly impossible to shift her face away from. And that was before she moved her feet around and made the position even worse.

Her squirming took on renewed vigor as the feet came under her head and she pulled up on the leotard, bringing her deep between the cleft of her cheeks. She tried turning her head left and right, but there wasn’t any escape - just flesh, flesh, flesh everywhere, and no air to intake.

She was dimly aware of Johanna speaking, could hear the vibrations within her body, but she couldn’t make out any of it. It was all muffled now, and growing more distant, as her brain began its shutdown procedures. Her struggles weakened, each kick had last power than the last, stars danced across her vision. Unconsciousness was rapidly setting, and the only thing that could save her now was Johanna’s mercy. If she had any.

Depending on the situation and the person, being underneath someone's ass is as humiliating, as degrading, as shameful of a position to be in. And Johanna was going to rub it in Vanessa's face, literally and figuratively. 

Adding more to it is the fact that the brunette had a more dominant, yet playful disposition while she remained on top. A perfect position to be in, and being there early in the match too. Such a thing would be saved for later on or when she obtained victory and want to get a good victory pose and humiliate her further. But this was so much better. She felt like a queen. And she was getting used to her royal throne. 

That would have been a nice way to end things. But ending it this soon? 

Tempting, but there was so much more she could do that it would be merciful for Vanessa to get out so quickly. So just as she felt Vanessa's protest starting to weaken, she would give the redhead some mercy and rose up from her seat, which would allow some air. Apparently she does have mercy. Who knew?

"Oh nononono." Johanna smirked as she looked behind her shoulder, her phone lowered down on her lap while she tapped on her cheek with her hand ."You're not getting out that easily, I'm afraid." She would lower slightly just to wriggle her buttcheek on her lips before shifting and turning around so that she would face the head of Vanessa and sat her firm butt on her chest. "Now, I'm sure you'd miss being under my ass all day..." Probably not. "...but I know the best way to make up for that." 

It is when the German brought both feet and hover them over her face before placing them on it!

Getting quiet now. Quiet. Quiet...quiet...quiet…

Light flooded Vanessa’s vision and she took a long, deep breath, reflexively filling her lungs with oxygen. She heaved and flopped about as she came back to life, blinking, her mind struggling to put two and two together. Where was she? How’d she get here? The referee was looking her way with concern, saying something, but she still couldn’t quite make it out. ”What...what is…”

She was dimly aware of Johanna still sitting on her, but made even more aware of that fact when the woman she shifted back and planted her butt on her lips, giving her another quick taste of the flesh that had nearly knocked her out. Vanessa squealed and turned her head to the side, spitting wishing to God she had a towel to wipe her face. ”Fuck you, bitch! Fuck!”

She put up a renewed effort to try and push the woman off, but it wasn’t happening before and it really wasn’t happening now, her body far too deprived of oxygen for anything substantial. She tried reaching for the ropes, but they were far beyond hope at this point, two feet away from her arm’s reach. She could breath now, but that seemed like a small improvement, especially when she couldn’t do anything to change her place.

She’d just been wondering how things could get any worse, when Johanna answered that question in the rudest way possible. Her feet came down on Vanessa’s face, planted there, and the redhead found herself getting smothered again - this time by her opponent’s soft soles, covering her face and pressing down. Frantic, she shook her head left and right, pressed against them, fought for every scrap of breath she could find, even if it would be one tainted by this woman’s scent.

Well somebody's lively....for a person who was on the brink of unconsciousness.

So Johanna lifted herself up and allowed the redhead to breathe in fresh oxygen. The brunette didn't have to do it, could have just remained there and let this old woman go nite nite for the night. Even picking up an easy win and a nice victory pose while Vanessa would let the fact etch in her oxygen-deprived brain that she got knocked out by not just a newcomer, not even just against a younger person, or even in record time...but knocked out by someone's ass. That's a shame that one wouldn't live down. But by Johanna's mercy, she allowed the chance to breathe in precious air. 

And what did she get in return? Vitriol. Somebody wasn't taught on manners.

So it was quite fitting just to punish her by rubbing her face with the butt that almost knocked her lights out. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" She teased. But Vanessa would get away with that. Not until she taught the naughty woman a lesson. 

So she sat on top and changed things up. Rather getting smothered out by her ass, she'll use something arguably much worse. And with the way Vanessa was struggling, she probably would have preferred the ass. While it's not her full weight pressed on her to keep her in place, it was enough to bring panic and effective in blocking most of her airways, any air she does breathe in would be mixed by a musky aroma. Yeah, she ain't going anywhere.

Bringing the phone up again, taking a few more snaps while the redhead squirmed under her feet. She was really getting to it, the sense of dominance that she was showing and the German couldn't get enough of it. She wanted more. And more Hanna will get. "I think it's time we clean that potty mouth of yours." And just as she said so, one of her feet would lift up, before leading with her toes and seeking to shove them past her lips and barge inside as if impaling it down her mouth.

The good news was that, like this Vanessa could breath. Or breath more, at least. She had to fight for every single breath she took, yes, but she was able to take them, sneaking wisps past Johanna’s feet, sucking in what she could. Feet weren’t the most effective thing to smother someone out with, after all. At least not where compared with an ass that could cover her entire head from chin to forehead, no problem. So, she was in less danger of being knocked out clean.

The bad news was, well, she was being smothered out with Johanna’s feet, had them pressed up against her face, and being able to breathe more made her more aware of what was happening around here, and she didn’t like any of it.

Not the way the crowd was laughing and cheering on.

Not the way Johanna was snapping up pictures with her phone, sending them God-knows-where.

Not the way she was taunting her, acting like she had this match won, when all Vanessa really needed to do was get back on her feet to switch this up. But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, it seemed.

Her protests were cut short by a foot, ramming deep into her mouth, scraping past her teeth. This was more than just smothering, but causing real pain, as her jaw was stretched and her ligaments protested. She went into a spastic fit, beating at Johanna’s legs with her fists, desperate for even the briefest release.

There is a trade off between the two smothers, a pro an a con to be more precise. And Vanessa is seeing them already, what with being smothered by two assets already. Johanna figured this wasn't how this match was going to go but here she is and Hanna is running with it. This was going well. Too well in fact.

But she wasn't one to complain when something is going her way. 

Flicking back a lock if her brunette hair as she forced her own feet right into Vanessa's face, all the while getting some foot shots on her phone. Juicy pictures in fact and this would only be the beginning. The German hadn't had a match like this since she took the hat off that one woman in the past - the one that she's wearing right now. Vanessa may not be smiling for the camera but these look very good right now. 

So she would move to something equally humiliating but also something that is going to hurt once she near impaled the foot inside, causing another spastic fit and the older woman throwing some offence for the first time since that headlock. On its own, it's not much. But more and more came and now it's something Hanna cannot ignore.

She would place the phone between her bosom before reaching out to grab those offending fists of hers, which has done nothing to cause trouble. Once she managed to procure them by the wrists, it would be simple just to yank on them, one foot moving down at Vanessa's chest and pull her towards the young woman, which in turn push the foot inside, deeper and deeper...