Clash of the Giants - Radmilla and Velvet

"Do you think this mere hold can contain me dear?" Damn her good grip, she couldn't qutie get a good hold on her opponent's arms... but her legs were still in this fight. Continuing to flex and out-muscle the smaller woman, she'd bring up her legs until they were wrapped around her lower abdomen. Radmilla squeezed hard as they locked over her rump, securing themselves tightly. She'd give Velvet a loving kiss before she pulled herself down, mighty legs flexing. Her entire front would grind down hard Velvet's increasingly hot and ready body, sending an utterly overwhelming wave of frictious pleasure into her six foot frame and presumably bringing her out of this hold!

And yet again, poor Velvet was yet again forced to release her hold on the czeck. She was yet again trapped by those nightmarishly powerful legs. Cutting away her air-flow, she would release the bearhug, only to grab the girl from the low countries and pull her into a breast smother. If she couldnt breath, neither could Radmilla!

"Urg-" Her voice was cut off as the fellow giantess quickly caught her into a smother! Effective given how well her breast stretched to block out air... but there was a flaw in this plan. The rest of Radmilla's body were free and her own arms were just begging to show off what they were capable of. Bracing her legs against the mat, those pillars of strength flexed as she pushed up, simultaneously grabbing her shoulders and pulling herself up. Aiming to brute force her way out of the hold and bring her own breasts up to meet Velvet's. If she was successful, she'd then wrap her arms under the woman's armpits, aiming to get her into a body crushing squeeze of her own!

Velvet thought that Milla would either tap or pass out before she herself would call it quits. Velvet had to admit, she was thouroughly enjoying their little spar, but that would change as the overwelming strength of the red-haired juggernaut was upon her and was taking her toll. She then felt their breasts mushroom sensually against one another and then that painful squeeze. Her arms were near useless as she kicked her legs also in vain.

"This look fits you perfectly~" She commented before arching back and putting more power into the squeeze. Velvet's midsection would be crushed ever tighter against the unyielding rock of Radmilla's abdominal muscles. Her breasts were smaller but being denser, they crushed into her's with ease, reducing them to a pasty mush. Purposefully she leaned forward intending to not only bend her backwards but also press in and show off her heavier rack. They were being watched and it was a simple symbolic gesture of dominance. "You fight well... even if somewhat dishonourably."

Velvet was truly outmatched on nearly every front, frustrated and very hot and bothered, she was out of options. By this point, she would have to swallow her pride and face the music. "A,ah..y-you have proven your..p-point..I give up"

"Have I now?" She glanced over her shoulder to look at the awestruck crowd, her grip on Velvet no less tight. Smiling at them, she walked over to the corner, placing her poor opponent against it, arms wrapping around her opponent's and the corner. Utterly trapped and with no place to go, she enacted the second part of her hold - utter bodily dominance.

The brunette would feel her body being pancaked as the big slav flexed once again, pressing her belly and breasts hard into Velvet. In particular her impressive rack mashed the hardest, intent on showing to her would be challengers the price of an attack from the back while her stomach worked to pave Velvet's like wet cement.

"Those who transgress the gods..." She almost growled, but it came out more like a snakelike whisper. She leaned closer to her, her lips touching and suckling. "Pay the full price for their crimes."

Velvet had never experienced pain like this before, in her pre-AFW days she had dominated nearly all opposition, she felt her poor body get squeezed and crushed, she was desperatly tihnking up a new plan of escape since surrender obviously was not an option. With those enemy lips near her own, she would punch out and force the slavic slaughterer into a kiss

Radmilla's lips were retaliated upon by Velvet's and she softened a little. The most sensual touch of another woman could make even a giant momentarily pause and she began to loosen her grip, leaning further ono the smaller wrestler. Besides, it meant she could now kiss back harder, pressing down on her lips hungrily. Breaking, she smirked at her, giving her body one last hard grind before getting up.

"You've learned your lesson. It would be best not to repeat such a mistake."

Velvet slowly got up onto her feet, the taste of the giantress's lips still on her own. "Listen..gah..Radmilla..two things" she would hold up her fingers. "First, get that ramrod out of your ass..second..forgive me for the cheap attack..but think of it as a wise warning, the wrestlers are crazy..not all, but a good bit. And trust me, me grabbing your hair is much better than a chair over your head..do you get what I am saying?" she asked, hoping her message was getting across.