Aniek Rietveld vs Karen Starring-Giant Rumble Gone Wrong

Karen knew she was in trouble, as her massive foe got near full hold of her. She refused to give that shriek of pain as her arms were bent, even more so as Aniek rolled her. She knew she'd have extreme difficulty getting out of this one. "Hey...this is...suppose to be training!" she'd yell out inbetween harsh compressions on her waist.

"Finally, talking now." The crushing pressure and bending stopped as Aniek let go, rolling Karen off of her. She offered a hand to help her up. "If you'd like to train, give me an idea of what you want. Holds? Submissions? Strikes? Ground game?" She huffed and went to lean against the rope, letting her shoulders go over the top rope and leaving her breasts wobbling on the sides. "But if I were to start, I'd say you lack good strategy. When I went for your waist, where was your knee against my gut or your elbows into my shoulders? It's not a good idea to try and hold down someone you know can bench press you with ease."

Finished, she stepped back to the centre of the ring but didn't go into a fighting pose. "I have the feeling you've never experienced what some of the more... adventurous girls do when they have someone comfortably in their grasp. Keep your guard up and you won't have to."

Karen timed her rise, spending time on all fours to get some breath. Her eyes went up and matched her opponents as she gave her advice. To the cocky Karen, it was more of an insult if anything-she didn't need advice, she was just off to a bad start-in her mind. She waited for her opponent to bounce off the ropes, and would suddenly stand, her arms trying to snake around the bigger woman, hopefully too quickly for one of the counters she just listed.

"How bout this for starters!"

"Hm?" Aniek was calm. Not oblivious to the strong arms that had captured her but recognizing they weren't as strong as her's. However, she had a much different kind of counter on her mind. She smiled at Karen as if she was a cute little girl trying to impress her friend. She wasn't going to take this well.

Aniek leaned her head forward and pressed her lips right onto Karen's. Her hands went for the back of her head, forcing her deeper into an aggressive kiss. Prying open her lips with her own, she licked and sucked audibly, pushing and rubbing up against her with her breasts. Karen's were quite big but Aniek's were bigger, denser, and squishing her's against her own chest!

Once Karen was sufficiently distracted, her arms would then squeeze around Karen's whole body, arms included, and force her into a crushing bearhug!

As Karen got ahold of the bigger woman, she considered her next move. Not much time was given for the consideration mind, as that deep kiss counter came in. Karen's face turned a deep shade of red as Aniek forced her head to remain; Karen was nearly dumbstruck, completely frozen as the bigger woman pressed hard against her. The woman's enormous chest pressing on her own didn't help one bit.

Karen was woken up somewhat, as Aniek forced her arms around her, giving a firm crush, the big blondes eyes widening as she realised she was just caught in a enourmous bearhug!

"If you're going for a hug, you better get something out of it."

With her arms trapped against her sides and her strong body crushed into Aniek's godly form, the young woman would be able to feel every individual ab pressing into her belly. In the meantime, her breasts would be squished flat by Aniek's dense mounds. They looked soft and nice but pressed this hard they were stressing her collarbone area as they spread out like jam and mashed into her. Aniek leaned back and rubbed Karen up against herself in a short motion that would make her own tensing abs grind into the blonde's. Whereas previously they walled up against each other like water and oil, now Karen would be able to feel them bumping over her belly, catching on one another, and rubbing sensually and hard.

She would swing her body to the right, throwing her to the ground. She didn't follow-up. A part of her wanted to, but she was no heel. Her arms would be crossed as she waited for the blonde to recover.

"Stop and think for a moment. You can't beat someone like me through sheer brute force."

Karen again tried to resist that moan, but it was hard when a woman Aniek's size was bearhugging her. She could indeed feel every inch of the woman as she kept those harsh compressions; everytime Aniek breathed in and out, her heart beat, the sweat on her stomach. Whilst the pain was bad, it was the fact Karen was near completely trapped that hurt her the most.

To her luck, the hold was quickly released after the swing, Karen falling to her knees. She turned to her foe as she straightened up, holding her waist, breathing harder now.

"You're hiding a lot you know? It makes you look tough, but appearances fade quickly in the ring. I could've practically made love to you there if I wanted. Trust me, I know more than a few woman would treat this as something much more intimate than a match."

Aniek's voice was as calm as it could be, even if her perking nipples made it look a bit suspect. She didn't approach Karen; kind as she was, she knew Karen likely felt a bit spiteful. Most people did when their sexuality was so directly attacked. Karen was a big girl, but still a girl with that brash behaviour of her's.

"The less you talk, the less I know and the less I can help you with."

Karen was already a bit flustered; first the kiss and then the grinding squeeze. She tried to change the subject by going on the offence. Pushing forward on her leg, she'd duck low, her head trying to get under Aniek's arm, whilst her arms went around her waist, trying to almost spear the big woman!

It worked... it's just that Aniek wasn't very surprised. She fell back first to the mat, their positions vaguely familiar, but in her attempt to get back, Karen had forgotten about something very important. Namely, the positioning of one's legs and the ones that were now wrapped around her waist. Aniek let her stay on top before her eyes met Karen's. She looked past her and then squeezed her thighs together.

This time, Karen's crotch would be pressed right into Aniek's. The Dutch woman arched her waist upwards, mashing their mounds together and calmly put her arms on her sides.

"You're not going to get far if you keep taking blind shots like this..."