Freja Giovanni vs Nina Scharf

Freja winced as she felt the tail constricting around her chest, squeezing the air out of her lungs. She, savagely, tried to slash her nails into the layers of her hind, but it was no use—she barely had the strength to cause much damage. As a matter of fact, she was taking more damage than ever; her spine cracking, and her shoulders squeaking against her restraints. She never tended to show emotions, but it wasn't as if she was invincible, or trained to restrict her feelings. She simply didn't know how to express herself.
However, overfilled with an agonizing sensation all across her body, she couldn't help but let out a loud shriek, echoing across the stadium. Her mouth burst wide open, an uncontrollable sense of shock leaving her mind, yet never coming out. She couldn't scream anymore, Nina pressing her foot on her left breast—the damage on all sides being completely unmatched to anything she has felt before.
Her mind was racing, and her heart was pounding hard enough to be felt beneath her opponent's foot. All of a sudden, her nipples had grown stiff, and hard, piercing through her black crop top. She truly was a clone of Yona Giovanni; cursed with her weakness of sensitive breasts. It was something Freja would never understand, and frankly, felt completely distraught about.
She felt a warmth in her crotch; unable to comprehend what was going on in her body. She assumed it must've been Nina's doing, but in all reality, she was aroused beyond all belief. She could barely fight off her bodies urges as her face flared a bright red hue.
"Why.. are you doing.. this to me? I have... no history with you.." Freja groaned; fighting the urge to cough violently.
Her vision was already beginning to dim, as everything around them grew hazy—the sight of a wrestling ring soon faded into a nostalgic memory. She wouldn't exactly call it a positive interaction; the woman being scolded by her creator, as per usual. She remembered that, once, she had snuck out of the house to play with some of the neighborhood kids in the dead of night.
However, it didn't turn out exactly as she expected. She was shunned for being too aggressive, and faced with a potential jumping, she took all of them on. Louise had found her the next day, laid out on the grass, covered in bruises, and bloodied—by then, all the kids had gone home victorious over her. That's when the scientist gave her some advice...
"I.. surrender.."

Nine smiled a gently and sadistic smile, straddling Freja's torso, her tail not relenting in the slightest.
"Why I'm doin' this to ya?" She said with a giggle. "Do ya ask a wolfie why it hunts a deer...?" Perched smugly upon her struggling prey, Nina couldn't help but watch her writhe in agony. She never got quite a kick out of anything as she did when she saw people struggle. Knowing that she could end their torment at any second, but choosing not to. She noticed Freja's obvious arousal, the pale woman's face burning red, and even her nipples hardening.
"Does this little deer walk willingly into the wolfie's mouth?" Nina asked teasingly.
She applied her maximum pressure with her tail briefly, a strength that can easily break bones if applied for long. Freja felt the ultimate crush on her body, the air being forced out of her lungs and her bones begging for mercy. Even if the crush was applied only for a moment, Freja couldn't help herself. Struck with images of a past trauma, she gasped with her final breath: "I... surrender..."
Nina's smirk widened and she did relax her tail a bit. Freja was still caught and squeezed, but now it felt more like a bearhug from a strong man than the killing squash of a massive snake. As Freja panted and continued trying to strain, Nina cocked her head at her.
"Ya surrenda? Really? Awh, ya poor liddle girlie, but I am not done playing with ya!"
Nina's hands went to Freja's breasts. "I like it when I fight girlies with big big boobies like you." she giggled. "So squishy and bouncy. And now I have ya caught, so why should I let ya go?"

Freja's world blurred as Nina continued her sadistic assault, straddling her and maintaining a relentless grip with her powerful tail. The crushing pressure was unbearable, and Freja's struggles only seemed to amuse Nina further. It left a shiver down her spine, never having the displeasure of encountering such a cruel woman in combat. Even worse, as Nina continued to taunt and tease her, Freja's embarrassment deepened, exacerbated by the unwanted arousal that betrayed her body's response to the intense situation. The pale woman felt utterly vulnerable, caught in Nina's coils with no escape in sight.
Though, after surrendering, she seemed to ease the pressure on her body, just a bit. Freja, though still caught, could at least draw breath more freely. The relief was short-lived, however, as Nina's hands found their way to Freja's breasts. It definitely didn't strain her as much as the squeezing, but there was a level of shame that weighed on her mind from being groped—the soft moans of unwanted pleasure, the warmth that swam across her body, and the fuzzy discomfort that consumed her mind, it all played into an ultimate sense of torture.