Dungeon Match: Origa Xenia vs Anya Volkova - Amazon vs Wolf

Of course when all that match was over Anya would look back to this event and only remember the good parts, how she got to break a giant beauty and how she made her and used her toy until she was satisfied and could move on. That was how the mind of a dominant one worked, but even if they tried their best to protect her frail egos by having these memories like some kind of nostalgic photo album, deep inside her Anya would always know how the match started. She could try and do her best to forget it happened, but for some time, for the slightest of instants, there wasn’t only hope for Origa but a full on beating coming for Anya. For some minutes it was her the one subjugated, dominated and almost rendered unconscious. That brought Anya to shame, and with shame came anger.

But in the end, the Wolf always prevailed. After using her fingers to break Origa’s defenses now Anya was ready to start being herself again, cranking the rough treatment up for some punishment. After getting a grip on the giant’s scalp she shoved her against the mat. Origa fell on her hands and knees. Now the board was set and the pieces in place. Anya could start her bidding. It was time for Origa’s punishment.

First, Anya would get behind Origa and wrapped one of her arms around the woman’s neck in order to render her immobile. “You had to play the oh so brave oh so righteous Origa, didn’t you? You need some corrective.” Her tone was cold as steel, and even more intimidating than before. As Anya said that her free hand would come to her rival’s back to start undoing Origa’s corset. If the giant was that flustered at clothed contact, the real thing was going to make her wail.

Things weren’t looking good for the amazon. Ever since Anya had proven herself to be someone that Origa should not trust at all, she had been doing pretty well in the match so far. Anya always tried to use pain and intimidation to try and get the giant to bend the knee but really all that got her was being thrown around and crushed like a rag doll in the amazons grip.

Anya was underestimating Origa’s strength and ability to fight through pain. She had been through far worse than some hair pulling and getting yelled at in her ear, in fact a lot of times Origa used that pain to help focus herself on what she needs to do to win.

But the giant had an Achilles heel. One that when found was hard for her opponents to ignore when they found out. Pleasure. When Anya began to mold and grope Origa’s breasts like pieces of dough the giant began to lose focus almost immediately. From there it was easy for Anya to escape and toss the giant to the canvas and wrap one arm around her neck. Origa’s arms went to pry them off until suddenly she felt her corset grow loose and when she looked down she fall it fall away and put her caramel breasts on display for the cameras and her opponent.

“H-HEY! What are you doing!!”

Anya wasn’t particularly strong, her size wasn’t bigger than the average and her fighting skills weren’t as hones as the ones of the fighters she shared a division with. However, the Russian had a knack for doing exactly what she was doing at the point: mercylessly dominating rivals to complete humiliation. In order to achieve that she wasn’t going to use muscle or might. The source of Anya’s power resided much deeper within her and within her rivals. Her power depended of certain story, on the deep belief in what she represented. It wasn’t about how she was, but how her rivals would think she was, how vicious limits she could reach or how frightening she could become. That was why Anya always went for tactics of fear and intimidation, building a threatening aura all around her. Her power resided in her rivals being so scared about her that they would rather take the punishment and accept humiliation before fighting back and being exposed to the Wolf’s wrath.

For the first minutes of the match that fiction was tore down by Origa, who valiantly didn’t fall into her rival’s web of intimidation, remaining composed and managing to fight back for some time. That would mark the first time Anya found herself against a corner that bad. The Amazon showed her prowess and she almost takes the match to an early finish by choking Anya, but in the end the Wolf not only survived that, she also reversed the situation.

Anya would keep draping her body all over the bigger Origa while choking her with one arm. Finally after some work on it, the giant’s corset would be undone and fall, revealing some appealing and more than generous mounds. Origa’s cries of protest gave Anya just the input she wanted: her rival wasn’t into what was going on. Licking her lips in anticipation, the Wolf would start caressing her rival’s bare breasts, using her hands to pinch those nipples until they stood to attention all while making it so hard for Origa to breathe.

In her indie career Origa had been put in all manner of wrestling holds and submissions, and she had met all forms of people who tried to intimidate her or bring the giant down to their level. So when Anya made her intentions known and try to do the very things that Origa had face again so many others before her, it barely even fazed her besides the annoyed noises she made when her long black hair was pulled.

It was what allowed her to focus and put the hurt on the heelish Russian by slamming the blonde around the ring and seemingly about to finish her off minutes after the match had even begun. But Origa got careless and forgot the type of match she was in and that would come back to bite her in the worst possible ways.

Anya, using Origa’s weakness to pleasure quickly gained the advantage when she began to play with Origa’s dark breasts as if they were play dough. Origa became so distracted moaning to the pleasure that she couldn’t stop her corset from falling the canvas leaving her top half naked in all its glory.

Now Origa was being choked out by one arm while the other caused gasps and moans to rise out of her mouth as Anya’s expert fingers played and hardened her pink nipples to attention. “L-let go!”

Anya smiled to herself, cruelly going over all the stuff she will do to her victim to take her revenge from the choke that almost ridicules her in front of everyone. Of course Origa would get to pay, but in order to tame the giant Anya wanted to soften her a little more. After all, Origa had shown quite the strength in her when approached in a fair fight, so a little bit of softening was in order, and there entered in stage Anya’s nimble fingers.

The Russian couldn’t help but laugh at Origa’s predicament, the Amazon’s corset falling to the side and popping those wonderful breasts out. Origa’s chest would dangle downwards as she was on all fours, and that position gave Anya a really good chance to get the most out of it without risking herself.

Origa’s moans and gasps started echoing through the dungeon as Anya’s work became heavier in intensity. The Amazon had a wonderful body and some strength, but the moment the Wolf started her work on her breasts it was as if all her fighting spirit disappeared, being replaced with moans and whimpering. That was, of course, music for Anya’s ears.

Anya leaned in while her body was still draping Origa’s, the Russian’s face going against the back of the Brazilian’s head while basking on the glory of her smell. Then the Wolf got closer to one of the woman’s pointy ears in order to whisper coldly into it. “What is it, Origa? Are you going to get off just from some breasts fondling?” As she said that, Anya used her fingers to give Origa’s nipple a good pinch.

The moans and gasps that were coming from the amazons mouth echoed in the empty dungeon as Anya took full advantage of Origa’s moment of weakness. The constant groping and pinching of her breasts had Origa so distracted that she couldn’t do anything but take in all the sensations that she was feeling. Origa could feel her blonde opponent lay herself across the amazons back, her covered pale breasts mushrooming against her shoulder blades and only adding onto what she was feeling.

“T-That’s not t-tru-ahhhnmmm!!” Origa tried to deny Anya’s claim but wasn’t able to finish as the Russian pinched her nipples and sent a shock of pleasure running through her body. Origa’s body no matter how much she tried to deny it was becoming aroused at an alarming rate and becoming sensitive to all her touches. In between her legs, underneath her shorts and panties Origa’s sex was becoming increasingly wet because of Anya’s ministrations.

The deed was almost done. It had been actually quite easy to bring Origa so close to the breaking point, but all that willpower and confidence she had shown when the match started was slowly crumbling and tearing apart with each individual caress Anya made to her big breasts. It was quite a contrast keeping in mind how composed and well cunning she started the match, but that was Anya’s specialty: if anyone had a weakness she would find it and exploit it in order to break her rival.

Origa’s moaning was growing in volume and intensity as her arousal levels rose. Anya was satisfied with that since it signaled how close her rival was to losing control. The Amazon tried her best to deny what she was feeling, to contradict the Wolf’s statement only to be interrupted by some more moans. Smiling to herself, Anya knew she needed to make the final movement. Now that Origa would stay put by pleasure only Anya released the arm she was using to strangle the Amazon and cupped Origa’s breasts, each with one of her hands. Now her attack would have two fronts, each hand individually caressing one tit while mashing them together and rubbing those nipples with the fingertips, aiming to drive Origa mad and beyond the edge just with breast stimulation.

The amazon was slowly losing control of her basic functions. All she could feel was the mocking laughing and breathing of Anya so close to her ear, the blondes breasts mushrooming against her naked back, and the constant pleasure of that hand kneading her breast. Origa tried to regain focus and try to escape before it was too late but every time she built up the resolve Anya would add a new twist or sensation that made the caramel giant freeze solid in her tracks.

However things only got worse when the arm on her neck was finally removed allowing Origa to breath freely again. Those breaths turned into crazed moans as that second hand joined its sibling on the amazons breasts and molded them to their desire. Origa could feel her defenses begin to break down and her moans get louder as her body began to shake. Her hips began to buck and that was the final signal before Anya pushed Origa off the edge.

“HAAANNNN!!” And just like that Origa came by only having her breasts rubbed so expertly. Her hips continued to shake from the after shocks but her arms lost the strength to hold herself up and she collapsed face first into the canvas face down ass up. ”Faa faa haaa.”

Anya was stepping her game up real quick. Some more domination or pain would have suited up her taste better, but knowing how hard of a rival Origa could be made the Russian take extra care. She didn't want to give the giant any chance to recover or retaliate, so some more work on her breasts was in order.

Anya devoted herself to her bidding, each hand working on one breast as she mashed them together, caressed them but also squeezed them and pinched those hard, erect nipples, always shifting her rhythm or her moves in order to make changes so Origa couldn't get used to the treatment. As soon as the Brazilian's supply of air returned to normal she started moaning like crazy, and that hinted how close to losing it Origa was. Anya laughed to herself when she noticed something else, Origa was just shaking and bucking her hips, as if she was humping air itself!

Eventually Origa had to reach her limit, and with a powerful wail she climaxed. The Amazon's arms lost the strength to sustain her and she fell face first on the mat, but still on her knees what made her butt stick upwards. That gave Anya an idea.

"I cannot believe you creamed yourself just by getting your breasts fondled! And here I thought you were some kind of dignified little thing! You are as lewd as any other pet I have had!" As she said this Anya would get Origa's shorts down to her knees in order to expose her womanhood. Then she would use one of her hands to stimulate it, fingering Origa to the best of her abilities while the other hand gave a contrast in form of some pain, lightly slapping the woman's lips. With this contrast Anya wanted to test how docile Origa was and also make the Brazilian lose her mind.

Origa felt her face hit the mat as her body shuddered in pleasure from the orgasm. She could fell a line of her juices rolling down her leg as her hips bucked in the air. Anya had brought the giant to orgasm by only massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Sure Origa was not the best when it came to the hentai elements but if the blonde could do that the. Origa dreaded to imagine what would happen if she used her hands on the rest of her body.

That dread would turn out to be a prophecy as Origa’s head popped up when she felt her shorts get pulled down and Anya saw her sex in all its glory. It was still fresh from her orgasm she just had only moments ago before Anya plunges two of her fingers into her depths.

“IYYAANN!!” she cried out as her hips instinctively bucking into the hand that was pleasing it. Origa wanted to get up to maybe crawl away but her body refused her minds commands and focused solely on the pleasure she was feeling. As Anya continued Origa’s hips would begin to buck again, signaling another release.