Breast Bombardment: Apartment Catfight - Yasuda Etsuko(D) vs Ailinn Byrne

Breast Destruction Match
Location: Fully Furnished Luxury Apartment/Penthouse
Attire: Lingerie
Rules: Each time a contender orgasms, her rival is allotted 15 seconds (1-2 posts) to torture her breasts.
Victory Conditions: Win by accepting verbal submission of your opponent during breast destruction phase. All submissions outside of this phase will not count.


Yasuda stood anxiously outside the entrance to the luxury apartment, her hand on the knob while her ear was pressed up against the door. She listened for any signs of life behind them, nervous to potentially stumble in on her opponent for the night and the first one of her career. There didn't seem to be anything going on behind the entrance, and with a deep breath, she opened it up to reveal a large, luxurious apartment, seemingly devoid of anybody except herself and a multitude of cameras placed throughout the living room. Her high heels clicked as she slowly walked against the cool wooden floor, swiveling her head from side to side as she confirmed that she was the first to enter the apartment.

She let out a sight of relief, eventually putting on a smile and a blushful wave towards the one camera that was pointed towards the doorway. Seeing as she was the first one there, she thought she might as get all set up and prepared before her opponent arrived. She wore a long overcoat, with nothing but her lingerie underneath. She slowly began unbuttoning it, careful not damage the expensive outwear as she finally slipped it off her arms and placed onto a nearby decorative coat hanger. She bent down on one knee and began sliding of her high heels, and placing them on a shoe rack by the door-side. She was left in nothing but her lingerie, complete with a ruffled upper half and silk-smooth panties.

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She glanced nervously around the room, contemplating how best to pass the time until her opponent inevitably arrived. She sat down on a dove-white loveseat that was positioned in the living room among two other couches, feeling the expensive silk pillows cushion her descent. She sat stiff and upright, tapping her foot nervously while exploring the vast apartment with her eyes. It sure was luxurious, and incredibly modern. A sleek marble-white and oak-black color palette adorned every square inch of the interior. Curious, Yasuda got up and began pacing around, opening up cupboards and drawers as she explored the apartment. Of course, they were devoid of any utensils, cutlery or objects that could be fashioned into weaponry, and didn't offer much except for a dazzling aesthetic. Above her hung a massive crystalline chandelier, sparkling from the city-lights that entered through the ceiling-to-floor windows that draped one side of the apartment

She peeked around a corner and was met with a wide open hallway with a few doors along the sides. She opened each one up, surveying what was inside. Bathroom, closet, guest bedroom - "Woah..." Yasuda couldn't help but gasp aloud once she got to the master bedroom. It was absolutely stunning, left wide open with ceiling to floor windows with the dazzling cityscape outside and a ginormous Alaska King size bed pushed up against the wall. Cameras were fixed to all corners of the room, not to mention the countless other ones that were probably hidden about. There was no doubt about it, management definitely planned for the two of them to spend quite some time in here.

She closed the door behind her, now fully out of the view of the entrance doorway to the apartment, and threw herself onto the neatly made bed. It was incredibly comfortable, and she let out a satisfied giggled as she rolled around in it's cushions and plumpness. She came to rest in the center of the bed, sprawling her arms out wide and staring at the ceiling, the thought of the impending match once again creeping into her mind. She slowly took one hand and began feeling her own breasts, a slight tinge of worry beginning to occupy her thoughts. She was a proud catfighter, even before she entered this league and was perfectly used to 'catty combat.'

Still, a 'Breast Destruction Match' certainly sounded daunting, and she didn't want her best assets damaged too much right out of her debut. While her breasts weren't necessarily as voluptuous as other girls, they still offered a workable amount of volume to them, and when used right, still provided the same waves of pleasure to anyone lucky enough to get caught up in them. Whether her perky breasts would turn out to be an advantage or disadvantage all depend on how her opponent's compared, but regardless, she wasn't going to let her precocious girls get too beat up tonight , not without a fight anyways.

Suddenly she heard a noise outside the bedroom doors; something that sounded like the creak of the large entrance doors to the apartment. Quickly she jumped out of the bed and hid herself behind the bedroom door, pressing her head against the smooth wooden finish as she tried to listen for any hints of what was undoubtedly her opponent's entrance.

Ailinn Byrne:

Ailinn sighed one last time, checking her phone for the final confirmation that she was in front of the correct door. She had to traverse more than half of the city in order to get there, but living in the outskirts of Tokyo she was more than used to long trips by train. That wasn’t her usual commute though, since the greenette wasn’t going to the AFW arena, the gym or either one of the hotels the federation owned for its special suite matches. Instead, she was going to one of the appartments that the AFW had in property for when they wanted to make that kind of private matches for the oogliest of their public. Looking at the entrance of the luxurious building, the Irish entered through the glass doors, where an ample hall welcomed her.

A concierge was behind a desk managing some stuff Ailinn couldn’t even understand. The man was dressed so elegantly no one would think he was only a glorified bouncer and janitor. “Can I help you, miss?” The question sounded polite and calm, but there was an implicit touch to his voice that said “you don’t belong here, please go away.” Ailinn slipped her hand on her back pocket and handed the man the keycard sent to her by the AFW staff. That was a keycard that gained access to the penthouse, and the man’s face changed to a much more menial one when he realized that. Understanding what was going on, the man just signaled in the elevators direction. “O-of course, miss. Use the card on the elevator, it will do the rest.” The owners of the penthouse had enough money and influence to impose respect and a code of silence over any employee of the building, and they had complete privacy for whatever happened in there.

When she got inside the luxurious elevator, Ailinn used the keycard against a reader and then waited while looking herself at the mirror. Of course no one looking like her, wearing simple modest everyday clothing and carrying a gym bag, would be worthy of getting clearance for the penthouse. That kind of privilege was meant for more elegant looking, smug types so no wonder the concierge mistook her for some tresspasser. Of course inside her gym bag were less modest clothes, but not ones she could be wearing anywhere. It was her attire for that match.

The elevator reached the top floor and Ailinn was welcomed by a not so long but elegant hallway that ended in a single, ornated door. Her hand reached for the golden knob and twisted. The door was unlocked just as Ailinn was told and it opened. An incredibly luxurious but yet classy apartment displayed in front of her eyes. Ailinn wasn’t into that kind of excess, prefering much simpler decorations, but even her had to admit that the decoration in there was excellent. “Um, hello?” The Irish probed the area with her eyes and talked in a loud enough tone for it to reach far inside the house. No response. “Maybe she hasn't arrived yet.” Ailinn made it inside the living room and closed the door behind her. “If you are there I will be in the bathroom changing myself.” Still no response.

Ailinn had to try a couple of doors before finding a bathroom that could fit her own living room and kitchen combined. There she locked the door and started slowly getting out of her ordinary clothes. As she was already naked, a sound she was common with alerted her: the sound of a lens focusing. Only a quick look at the living room made her notice the camera. “Oh bug off you!” she would say, realizing that she was naked already. She wasn’t shy about her nudity, thats why she had that kind of job, but in the ring everyone in the stands was looking through a more honest lens. The kind of voyeurism implicit in those kind of matches unsettled her a little. “Well, I hope you are enjoying this already.”, she said with a not so obliging tone as she started slipping in her transparent lingerie, adjusting her stockings and her garter belt before flipping her finger at the camera and walking out of the room leaving her gym bag with her clothes inside.

Lingerie attire:

Just in front of the bathroom was the door to the bedroom. Ailinn opened the door and almost laughed in incredulity at the giant bed in there. She liked big beds but that was just ludicrous. “Well, I guess no one is home.” With the door opened she couldn’t see her rival who actually was hiding behind it. Without noticing this Ailinn walked towards the bed and tested it with one knee. Soft but firm. Then, her mind wondered about the kind of match she was having. A catfight with hentai elements and breast punishing elements to it was a risqué and complicated decision, and depending the kind of rival she would get could even be hell, but there was nothing she could do to it. If her rival was a decent person it could be a cool and interesting competition with some taunting and provoking, but if she caught a nasty opponent this could be a harsh fight. In any case, the idea of getting her breasts destroyed wasn’t fun at all, so Ailinn decided she would have to destroy her rival’s first. As she wondered about this, the Irish was still oblivious to the fact that her rival was standing just behind the door.

Yasuda's heart was beating rapidly inside her chest. She couldn't tell why she was nervous, after all, she'd been in dozens of catfights before. But this was the big leagues, this was her chance to make an enduring impression on what would undoubtedly be thousands of eager eyes. And that chance would come at the cost of destroying another girl's boobs, with that girl just outside these doors. Yasuda tensed up as her voice echoed around the apartment. It had a noticeable accent to it, one that Yasuda couldn't quite identify. Scottish, Irish maybe? She wasn't too good when it came to that stuff. All that she knew for sure that her opponent, and hopefully soon to be victim was moments away from meeting her.

The meek bluenette continued to panic, not sure on what to do next. Should she go out and introduce herself, set things up on good terms before they went at each other? What if she wasn't as well-intentioned as her? What if she came swinging the second they laid eyes on each other. After all, it wasn't like there was a referee present to preside over the match. There wasn't anyone to come to her rescue. No, this apartment was now a battlefield, and Yasuda decided it was best that she bid her time while she still could. Her opponent's voice range out once again, this time much closer and now indicating that she was going to get changed in the bathroom just right across the hall.

She continued to wait behind the door, listening to the ruffling of changing clothes as her opponent readied herself. Soon it stopped, and was replaced by the pitter patter of her opponent's feet as they made their way to the entrance door. She quickly threw herself against the wall as the door was swung wide open, nearly squishing her flat. Her opponent walked straight in chuckling as she did. Yasuda's heart felt like a drum, beating relentlessly against her chest as her lingerie clad foe stood just a few feet in front of her. She could only get a view from the back, but that was all it took to discern that her opponent sure was beautiful.

Her plump ass poked out from her revealing lingerie, with the sides of her finely shaped orbs peeking out as she slightly turned herself to the side. Yasuda let out another gulp. Her opponents tits seemed to be bigger than hers, not by a ginormous amount but it was certainly noticeable. God, she almost felt bad that she was going to have to absolutely wreck those things. She looked down at her own tits, than back at the girl's in front of hers. It wasn't only her tits that were bigger, but her opponent herself had a slight height and weight advantage as well.

The lens of the camera whirred into motion, capturing the scene as the two of them stood moments away from each other. It was a matter of do or die, right now, and the decision was in Yasuda's hands. This girl had an advantage in seemingly every which way, and there was no denying that popping out of nowhere right now wouldn't end well for her. Either she would startle this woman an find herself with a reactive roundhouse kick to the face, or they would start off on more even terms only to have herself squashed in the initial lockup. Either way Yasuda wasn't about to forfeit the advantage of surprise, not while her reputation and debut match was on the line.

"Rrrrr-Yaaaaah!" Yasuda let out her best attempt at a battle cry as she stormed out from her hidden position, propelling herself at frightening speed right into her opponent. She spread out her arms, closed her eyes, and with as much force as she could muster, attempted to tackle her unsuspecting opponent and pin her smack in the center of the giant bed!

Ailinn remained in the bedroom assessing the bed. The greenette remained unaware of what was happening around her and that turned out to be a huge misconception in the very nature of the match and even the character of her rival. Facing a debutant Brigid should have been more cautious, but her more relaxed personality had kicked in and maybe she had approached all that apartment catfight in an unwary situation, and she was just about to pay some price for that carelessness. The penthouse was so big that Ailinn hadn’t even explored the full size of it, going to change and then entering the bedroom instead, and even while facing the giant bed and furniture she was so taken aback that the idea of her rival sneaking behind her didn’t even cross her mind.

When Ailinn heard some weird cry in between of a battle one and an insecure kind of yell, her body tensed up. “What the-aaaagh!” The greenette gasped in surprise when even before she could turn back to face the source of that scream someone just impacted her with some momentum, forcing the Irish who was checking the bed to actually lie on her stomach on it. Ailinn’s body tensed as the situation triggered some anxiety. Who was that person? There were high chances that it was only her rival, but why didn’t she properly introduce herself then? Why all the sneaky treacherous attack.

“What the hell? Get off me, damnit!” Ailinn tried struggling against the force restraining and mounting her, but being lying on her stomach in a comfy soft bed while someone was straddling her from the back wasn’t an easy position to fight back, so the greenette found herself flailing her limbs without much success. It was only when she collected her thoughts and managed to push with her knees against the bed when Brigid would make a true attempt at freeing herself, groaning in exertion as she tried to get on all fours, carrying her rival with her or forcing her to just release her.

Yasuda couldn't believe that actually worked. She had managed to tackle her unsuspecting victim and send the both of them flying towards the bed, with Yasuda maintain her advantageous top position. She tried her best to secure it, grasping for Ailinn's arms in an effort to pin them down on the comfy mattress. Unfortunately the women was putting up quite the fight, flailing her arms wildly in an attempt to thwart the young girl's narrowly held position. The two continued to grapple on the bed, Ailinn beginning to stir underneath as she bellowed out her demands for Yasuda to get off.

"Sorry... can't do that...ugh! Just stay... still already!" Yasuda was having to expend a lot of energy in keeping the larger women beneath her tamed, and it was a battle that she was slowly starting to lose. She could feel herself levitating off the bed, carried on Ailinn's back as the women slowly began rising to all fours. She leaned in trying her best to put as much of her weight as possible on her opponents back to prevent her from rising anymore, but it was to no avail. The women continued her ascent, eventually getting to all fours with Yasuda straddled on her back like a cowgirl on a bull.

Running out of options, Yasuda soon found herself on the edge of desperation. Her opponent was moments away from bucking her off, and with Yasuda only barely managing to hang on by straddling her legs, it wouldn't really take all that much effort to throw her off from her seated position. "Oh no you don't!" Yasuda muttered with a shaky voice, latching onto her opponent's hair with one hand while tugging backwards in a desperate attempt to distract her rival as much as possible. By yanking her head back, she even managed to get a glimpse of her opponents face. She had cute and elegant features, although they were hidden behind the startled and pained expression on her face.

"I'm so sorry about this!" Yasuda screeched remorsefully, sending her hand flying towards Ailinn's face in a open handed slap. She didn't aim to do it that hard, and didn't reel her arm back to its full extent to deliver maximum power. Rather she delivered a series of petty slaps towards her opponents face, nothing more than annoying stings that were delivered desperately and without much force to them. Whether it would be enough to maintain her seated position would soon be revealed, but if not Yasuda would most likely find herself flying off her opponent and losing her hard-earned advantage!

Ailinn had a pretty good set of observation skills. The Irish was pretty proud of that, considering it one of her main assets. No matter how bad things could look and how deeply in pain or under stress she could be, her mind was at calm, ready to read her oponent moves, reactions, words and even body language to use on her favor. Of course this wasn’t a free pass to anything: sometimes the Irish managed to use that information to tip the scales in her favor and sometimes it just wasn’t enough, but it was an interesting skill not so easy to recognize and that her rivals shouldn’t dismiss if they are wise.

Even from her current predicament Ailinn could learn a lot about her rival. First of all, the way the woman was forcing her weight on her and groaning hinted something about Yasuda’s size and strength. It looked like the woman was getting strained while trying to pin Ailinn down and that meant the Irish might have the size advantage on this. None of that mattered if the greenette wasn’t able to pry her rival off as she rode her back like a cowgirl. But that was just the start of it as Yasuda wasn’t willing to let Ailinn retake control.

“O-oww! Owwowwoww...” Ailinn protested in pain as her rival would yank on her hair to regain some control on her struggling. It worked well as the greenette’s fight faded a little from the pain she was feeling. Ailinn was still thrashing a little, but Yasuda had the recipe for that. The woman started bitch slapping her and that was the moment her fighting stopped on her tracks. Even from that Ailinn could learn something: the apologetic manners her rival was using could be a bluff, but it could mean that her rival wasn’t that cruel as well but was just using some strategy out of her insecurities. The way she was slapping Ailinn also hinted that since it looked like slaps aimed more to control her that actually hurt her, but it clearly worked as Ailinn was back on her stomach on the bed.

“If you are so sorry why don’t you stop? The match hasn’t properly started yet!”, Ailinn said in between receiving slaps. Both the cameras and the people watching at home seemed to disagree with her.

The camera lenses whirred wildly as they zoomed in on the scuffle taking place on the bed. The smaller girl was actually managing to maintain her position, bitch slapping and yanking at her opponents hair. All the while the greenette's yelps and accusations of foul play couldn't help but make Yasuda just a tad bit guilty, although she didn't really know why. I mean yeah, she caught the girl by surprise, but sneak attacks were perfectly fair in a fight weren't they? Especially in one bound to get as catty as this. And besides, if she hadn't done that, the situation would probably be reversed right about now, with Yasuda on bottom taking a beating of her own. She was smart to do what she did, and she wasn't going to let this girl tell her otherwise.

Her remorseful wince soon turned into a more relaxed expression, letting out a few soft coughs in her throat to get rid of the insecure and squeaky voice that she had been piping up so far. She was in control now, and that was nothing to be ashamed about: it was time to act like it.

She waited until her opponents resistance subsided before shoving her head back into the mattress while still keeping a hold onto her hair. She leaned in close until her lips were a few inches from her rival's ear. "You know what? You're right. Let me make it up for you. But first, lets see that pretty face of yours!" she whispered, this time with a much more measured and seductive tone. She would give a quick kiss on her opponents cheek, more of a playful peck than anything. She would finally let go of the girls hair and lift herself up in a crouched position, elevated herself over her opponent on the bed. She would bend down and begin pulling at her opponent's body and arms, trying to flip the girl so that she was now on her backside and facing up. If Yasuda managed to complete the flip without much trouble, she would then plop herself downwards once more, this time straddling her stomach while leaving the girls hands completely free.

"Wooh, that was fun! I'm Yasuda by the way" the young rookie said with a smile and an outstretched hand. With herself positioned firmly atop her opponent, she figured she could afford to drop her defenses little bit and at least learn her name before throwing herself back at her again. She squished her legs in tight, not enough to squeeze her opponent but certainly enough to clamp down tight in case her opponent attempted to unsuspectingly buck her off again.

Oh yeah, the weirdos watching from home were going to get their full share of excitement from the very start. Apartments had that appeal for catty fights. The ring was so precious for standard wrestlers and had the hentai ones all so eager to go at each others’ sexes, but the bedroom was the place for two women just bitching about each other while going for some more nasty, less conventional movements, something more out of a back alley fight than a proper combat environment.

But Ailinn had a lot more to think about, her rival had her just where she wanted, and she was displaying her superiority to the point the greenette couldn’t do anything but take it. Yasuda looked like she was realizing this as she cleared her throat, some of her doubts disappearing from her as her voice wasn’t shaking anymore. The situation was giving her rival confidence, and Ailinn didn’t like that one bit. She even had the boldness of pecking the greenette with a kiss on her cheek! Ailinn didn’t even have the time to process that as her rival towered over her and then rolled the Irish over so both women would face each other for the first time.

As she was suspecting, Yasuda was actually a little bit smaller and lighter than her, and that was some size advantage she would have to use in the future. Her rival didn’t look particularily cruel or mean, her face could be seen as soft and sweet even and her choice in a frilly white top and simple bottoms knotted to the side told a story of a simple, not cocky woman and that reassured Ailinn. She didn’t want that catfight to be a desperate struggle against some nasty bitch but some teasingly fun time, and it looked like her rival was up for it as she introduced herself and offered some handshake from a position of security. Ailinn was resolved to punish her from that.

Without saying a word Ailinn would accept the handshake, but then she would suddenly pull her rival towards herself so Yasuda would lie on top of the greenette’s bust. Locking her arms around her rival in a hug, Ailinn applied some leverage to one side and then to the opposite to switch places with Yasuda and become the woman on top! Then she would look at her sprayed on the bed rival. With a teasing wink, Ailinn leaned down and responded to her rival’s kiss with a peck on the lips of her own. “Hello Yasuda. I’m Ailinn and I’m the woman who is going to rough those tits up.” As she said this, Ailinn gave Yasuda a slap of her own to the cheek. It wasn’t that hard, aimed at showing the smaller woman that the greenette meant business, finishing the introductions.

Yasuda felt like a proper queen right about now. Surrounded by plump cushions, extravagant décor, and a gorgeous outside view. A pleasant scent filled the room, and gentle lighting highlighted all her smooth features and accents. Better yet was the subservient women sprawled out underneath her, acting as her throne and centerpiece. She couldn't help but let this high and mighty attitude seep into her defenses, relaxing her enough to lower her guard and even initiate pleasant conversation with what was supposed to be tonight's catty rival. She had come into this league nervous and anxious about her performance, wanting to put on the right sort of impression for her debut. With another women now firmly clamped between her thighs, and the first strike of the match given by her hand, it seemed like her debut thus far was going more or less the way she wanted.

That was until Ailinn's grip became much harder that what was normally expected of a customary handshake. In fact it wasn't really much of a handshake at all. Her fingers curled around hand, wrapping them tightly and pull her in forward with a forceful yank. She wasn't expecting it all, and as a result found herself wide-eyed and shocked as she came tumbled down into her opponent breasts. Her face bounced off them, coming to a rest as she quickly tilted her heads upwards only to see her rival's cheeky smile and teasing wink beam just mere inches away from her own startled face.

Yasuda couldn't help but gasp as two arms flew up around her, locking her in Ailinn embrace and rendering her completely unable to retaliate as her opponent expertly flipped her over and placed her on the bottom. She let out an audible gulp as Ailinn came in close, that playful smile still adorned on her lips as she uttered her oddly seductive threat, Yasuda's lips now moist from her opponent's returning kiss. Her worried expression only ramped up in intensity once she realized how naïve she had been to put herself in this situation. She had went through all this effort to ensure that she was the one with the advantage right out the gate, yet here she was, trapped underneath her opponent's alluring aura.

The humiliating reversely only got worse as Yasuda received a slap of her own, snapping her head off to the side and letting out another loud gasp. She turned her head slowly back at her opponent, a hurt expression on her face that quickly turned into a determined pout. Now that all the introductions and niceties were over worth, no point wasting breath or energy in trying to be too friendly. Amicable completion was always nice, of course, but she wasn't going to get far in this match by playing 'nice girl' all the time, especially after what recent events had just shown her.

"Not if I rough yours up first!" Yasuda bellowed, throwing her head up as far and fast as she could in an attempt to headbutt the women in her ample but vulnerable chest!

With Ailinn’s sudden reversal came much more new information for the greenette to process about that rival of hers. Facing a newcomer was always a nuisance since they were a complete enigma and one couldn’t make any research on them, making a catfight like that could be a source of anxiety since it could turn up to be a terrible experience. But facing a complete newcomer also had some sense of excitement in not knowing what one was going to face, having to improvise to get the best out of that opponent. If only the rival turned up to be a decent one the experience could be quite pleasant and fun. Ailinn was still learning some things about her rival but everything pointed to Yasuda being part of the “nice” list, only more time and her attitude towards the match would give mre insight on that matter, but for the moment the Irish was pleased. Yasuda’s confident grin turning into a worried one gave away that all that confidence she was showing was a pose for the cameras, and she could capitalize that and use it in her favor.

The second lesson learned was that despite all that Yasuda was a proud one and a fighter, and Ailinn learned that when the woman’s face changed after being slapped. Instead of cowering or even asking for mercy based on the difference in size and weight between them and the fact she was now under control, Yasuda retorted in a defiant way and threw her head upwards in an unexpected headbutt! “G-hah! You little...” Ailinn gave a short yelp of pain and surprise as she was taken aback by the hit. She almost lost her composure in there, but from that position Yasuda wasn’t capable of mustering much strength in that kind of move so it was easy for her to maintain control of the situation. It was time for some retaliation. “So, you like playing rough… I like it.”, Ailinn said while yanking Yasuda’s hair with one of her hands while leaning down, so close to her ear she could feel the woman’s fragrance. “Look, I know how things goes with you: you are new and want to prove yourself, but it isn’t your day honey. Just let this happen and I will go easy on you.” As she said this, Ailinn started kissing her rival’s ear before going all down her neck. Ailinn wanted to show her rival how she was capable of being a tender lover and try making her let it happen.