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

No matter how hard Anya's grip on Origa's womanhood was or how much pain she could inflict on her rival, it looked like the bigger woman's will was still in good shape. Origa was a proud woman based on the brief moments she had shared with Anya, but the Wolf had blind confidence in her skills. In the end, every pet would be disciplined, even the most unruly ones.

And what rebel this one was. Origa was making quite hard for Anya maintaining control over her body. She was a true fighter after all. Even more than that, the Brazillian showed a new sign of challenge when she managed to get rid of Anya's clasp, starting a powerful retaliating session that would take its toll on Anya's body.

For some seconds it was as if the roles were reversed. The hunter was now prey as Anya received quite the beating. She groaned and coughed as she got strike after strike, numerous kneeshots impacting on her stomach while she groaned in pain and coughed. But that wouldn't be the end of it as Origa launched a final corner splash that sent Anya on her knees, caressing her stomach with her hands as she repressed how bad she wanted to puke. Anya's face distorted in disbelief. She hadn't been challenged like this in a long time, and it only fueled her anger at her rival...

Origa crashed into Anya with the force of a freight train. Anya certainly felt it because as soon as Origa removed herself from her she collapsed to the floor heaving and writhing in pain. Origa knew that if she gave Anya time to breath then she would make it her mission to punish Origa, so she couldn’t allow that to happen. Knowing that Origa then picked up the blonde Russian by the back of her neck and pulled her away from the corner.

Origa dragged Anya to the center of the ring where she would then place her in a headlock hoping to sap the blondes strength. She would wrench on the hold trying to crush the blondes head in her arms. “What’s up Anya? Do I still look like a good pet to you?!” She mockingly shouted at the blonde as her head was being squeezed more and more.

Anya hadn't been challenged like that by one of her playthings in a long while. Usually it was her who dictated the rhythm of the exchange and the one in charge of the domination, adjusting the level of it based on how obliging her pet would be. Of course there were some rebels now and then, but they always were down for the count after some intimidation and a couple of slaps.

But what Origa was doing, the level of insubordination she had reached would cost her highly, or that was what Anya decided. But in order to get a chance to do that she had to suck it up and stand on her feet again.

The Wolf was still on her knees when Origa reached out to her and locked her head, aiming to squeeze her and make her fall unconscious. How could things have gotten that bad that quick? Anya desperatedly smacked all around, flailing her arms like crazy and searching for some way of escape. At certain moment she noticed something soft and inviting and then she realized she was cupping one of Origa's breasts. Judging that anything would be worth the escape, and feeling how a trail of saliva escaped her mouth as she gasped for air, Anya tried her best to caress that breast even through Origa's clothes in a desperate attempt of escaping.

Origa felt Anya desperately struggling against the amazons hold. She could feel her arms slapping and pawing at her own as the life was crushed out of her and she could hear her feet stomp against the ground in an attempt to gain some form of leverage or pull to get away from the tanned amazon. But each try and attempt was put down and Origa barely even moved from her spot.

Origa took Anya’s slapping and pulling like water on a building. She barely even moved and only squeezed down harder as Anya got more desperate and when she could feel her begin to unconsciously drool on her. That building sadly had some cracks that were invisible to the human eye unless you knew where to look and by luck Anya managed to find one.

“Aahhhnn!” The giant gasped as her tanned orb was suddenly grabbed by the Russian and for a brief moment Origa’s hold loosened. However she went back to squeezing on the blondes head but either figuring it out or desperate to get out Anya began massage Origa’s breasts with expert touches. “Mmm. H-HEY!! Sto-stop that!” she shouted as gradually her hold began to lose its strength.

Anya would have a bad time.trying to forget those initial moments of that particular match in the future, as they were some of the most distressing moments in her career as a wrestling dominatrix. Origa had proven being a resilient and brave one, not being fazed by the blonde's attempts of intimidation, not conceding to her demands and even finding strength to fight back. And what a rush of hits she managed to achieve, leaving Anya on her knees and just after squeezing thr life out of her without any mercy.

It looked line Anya would go down in one of the most humiliating ways after she was the one requesting that match. Only the thought of her career ending in shame and defeat prevented her from losing consciousness. Her body had already given up as she gasped for air and pawed aimlessly, but her mind couldn't tolerate that ending, and that was when, just before her eyes would roll on her skull, she noticed some air burning her insides as it made its way to her lungs. Her breast groping had made Origa a little bit appalled and her grip lost some strength, allowing Anya to get a small amount of oxygen. Judging that the soft approach would serve her for now she woulf dedicate to her fondling, using her hand to try and make her way inside of Origa's corset to properly play with her breasts as a second hand joined its partner.

Origa nearly had Anya at her mercy and when she was Origa was going to force the girl to call her mistress so this stupid match could finally be over and done with. Origa had no idea how she was going to do that but she figured that she would have plenty of time to decide when her Russian opponent was unconscious on the floor. She wasn’t some dominatrix damnit! She barely even knew how to tie a harness onto someone.

Those were the thoughts that ran through her head until she felt that hand grope her breast and suddenly things began to fall apart. While Origa tried to maintain her hold on Anya, the groping and massaging of her breasts soon made Origa have to focus on two fronts. The sexually inexperienced amazon was struggling to maintain her focus and strength as she felt the pleasure from the Russian, especially when her second hand joined in and snuck underneath her corset to touch the skin underneath.

”Haaa. S-stop that. Let go.” Origa breathed out as she began to feel the pleasure spread through her body like wildfire. Anya was choking and on the cusp of unconsciousness but she was still able to do something like this with expert skill. Soon enough Origa’s hold had devolved into a simple headlock with barely any pressure on the Russians head.

From her current position, Anya’s fondling was more like a reflex than an actual thought action. After all she was in the verge of unconsciousness and desperation took over her body for those last instants. Of course she wasn’t going for a soft or tender approach willingly, she had been forced since it looked like it was the most effective, and also maybe more about Anya going for some more nasty moves but only having the strength to do that caressing.

As things were, it was working. Her breast fondling wasn’t very precise or draining based on the circumstances around it at the moment, but Origa looked like she was starting to get affected by it, her voice and whimpering giving away the fact that maybe the giant wasn’t that experienced at all when subjected to sensual holds!

But the only thing that mattered for Anya at the moment was the feeling on her head. Slowly but surely she was getting a little bit more oxygen in her lungs, and the despair was starting to fade away once more. After some more caressing the Russian felt Origa’s hold weakening around her neck, so she decided to go for a rush and try to free herself.

Origa let out a lewd moan as she felt Anya grope her breasts. She felt them bounce and roll in her hands as her Russian opponent finally found her way to escape the giant. Origa panted as she tried to ignore the pleasure that was running through her but her body was naturally sensitive to these kinds of attacks and she could feel herself growing more and more distracted with the feeling, especially when those hands brushed over a nipple which gained gasp from the amazon.

Suddenly Origa was shoved forward as Anya finally made her escape from her hold, Origa stumbled over to the ropes while the Russian moved backwards to the other side of the ring. Leaning on the ropes and trying to take a breather and cool her body off Origa eventually turned around to see where Anya went off to. Origa had a pink blush on her face that was plain to see because of the stark contrast with her tanned skin.

As time passed and it was easier for her to catch some breath Anya was able to be more dedicated in her fondling. What at first started like a reflex and a desperate attempt to divert Origa’s attention was now some gentle, professional caressing as the Russian took her of the giant’s ample mounds, taking some time to give some real attention to Origa’s nipple. Just as she did it, the Amazon let a moan out and her grip finally weakened enough for Anya to achieve her escape.

The first thing Anya did was crawl on all fours until she was some meters away, then get some mouthfuls of fresh air. Having being deprived of oxygen for so long now her insides burned from the sudden excess of air. When the Russian managed to compose herself and ease how bad she wanted to throw up she took some time to pay attention to what Origa was doing.

The Amazon was just a couple of meters away. She looked quite fazed because of how Anya was treating her, a heavy blush on her face contrasting highly with her skin. As distressed as Anya was, even at that moment she noticed that Origa wasn’t as confident as before now that she had tasted some of Anya’s touch.

But what the Amazon should be is scared.

After taking some time to compose herself, Anya was feeling like her usual self as she stood on her feet and looked at her rival. She had to take advantage of Origa’s flustered state, she was more than resolved now that she was feeling her usual self coming back, the past predicament becoming a minor setback.

First Anya walked towards Origa, then her hand trailed to her rival’s bust to remain the caressing on her breasts, taking some time to pent up her rival’s arousal, using her fingers to pinch her nipples. But it was just another ruse. Her second hand hasted to her rival’s scalp, making the exact move she had made twice. “Oh you had to make this harder on you, don’t you?”, Anya said as she shoved Origa, yanking her hair and trying to take her down.

Origa could still feel the tingle from the areas that Anya touched her on. Her pink nipple were hard and erect and poking through her purple corset. Origa did her best to compose herself and calm her body down all the while Anya slowly made it back to her feet and saw the giant in her moment of weakness. Eventually Origa finally turned around to face her blonde enemy and what she saw she didn’t like.

Anya was back on her feet and acting like everything was normal. Sure she panted and winced a bit from being the victim of Origa’s crushing headlock but it seemed that the time that Origa used to cool off she used to recover and regain her strength. They were both back to square one but Anya if anything had learned the most from their earlier confrontation.

Origa stepped forward and met the Russian in the middle of the ring planning on possibly picking her up and slamming her down again to keep her momentum going. But that idea stopped cold when Anya brushed her hand gently across Origa’s breasts. Origa stiffened as her opponent pinched her nipple through her corset and felt the shock of pleasure run through her. This was distraction enough for Anya to yank on her hair for the third time and shove the giant to the canvas on her hands and knees.