Asami Asagiri vs. Bubbles Burste - Conservation of Ninjutsu

That one got a full, hearty laugh out of Bubbles. As much as she could laugh with this position and a finger in her cooch.

”Don’t worry, no homes are getting wrecked. Me and Mariah’ve got a special sort of relationship. Real open.” She smiled, a smile that was all at once lewd and loving. Explaining this was always her favorite part. ”She’s okay with me being with other women. Hell, she’s straight up recommended a few for me.”

And now that the explanation was out of the way, it was back to business. Bubbles twisted about and tried to use this moment of levity to advantage, attempting to pull Asami down to the mat and trap her between her squeezing thighs.

Then they could keep talking, continuing the chat. On her terms.

Asami nodded as Bubbles described her relationship with her wife, Mariah.

"You know that's great. I mean love is grand and beautiful and all, but really to be limited to just one-hey!"

Caught monologuing, Asami was unprepared as suddenly her opponent suddenly surged out of the stretch muffler hold. She was yanked down to the mat to a loud chorus of "ohcrapohcrapohcrap!"

She would give a loud yell as the American's large legs trapped her in a bodyscissors. "Ahgh.....that was dirty!" she protested, even though really if positions were reversed she would have done the same thing!

”I’m glad you agree.” Bubbles smiled, a genuine grin as her legs clamped down on Asami’s side, crushing away at those tender ribs. [color=#0099ff]”It’s a unique situation, but the freedom is super refreshing.

She was sure Asami could see the pros of it, or would be able to when she wasn’t in the mind-crushing pain that Bubbles’ legs were putting her through. She didn’t just put the pressure on with one long squeeze, but instead gave the ninja jolts of power, rhythmic crushing that gave her moments of relief, followed by moments of excruciating pain. Made the whole ordeal that much worse, in her experience, as her opponents struggled and failed to get used to it.

And she had one more touch to add to it, as well.

”Dirty?” She scoffed. ”That’s not dirty, babe.”

Bubbles reached down, grabbed Asami’s breasts with both hands, and roughly yanked them into the open, holding them tight while she groped away.

”This is dirty.”
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Laid on her back, trapped between Bubbles' powerful legs, Asami had few options. Trying to drag herself and Bubbles to the ropes from this position was laughable at best. She felt her ribs, and the soft squishy bits under them, get rhythmically squeezed and released.

"Nnnghh....this really....sucks...." she groaned in pain and distress.

But then, Bubbles hands darted into her top, pulling her breasts out into the open, before fondling them. Asami let out a wordless, heated moan as her nipples hardened to a dark pink under the American's hands. Bubbles, she realized, was onto a good tactic. Her repeated gasps and moans as she got aroused made her burn more air....which was becoming harder to get with the muscular legs of the blonde crushing her middle!

Bubbles was having just the most wonderful time playing around with Asami’s breasts, but she could help but pout when she heard the spunky little ninja moaning about it all, not getting the maximum enjoyment out of the situation. She wanted to win this, sure, but she also wanted to give the maximum amount of pleasure possible.

Which gave her an idea.

”Well, if you don’t like that…”

She rolled around, putting herself on top of Asami, pinning the smaller woman to the floor under her bulk. At the same time, she slid down and started entwine her legs around Asami’s smaller pair, pushing them out, stretching them apart with a tight grapevine hold - or, as she liked to call it, her Great Vine.

”...try this.”

The smaller woman let out a deep breath as she was released from the crushing bodyscissors. But it turned out any sense of relief was going to be temporary as the woman from Georgia rolled over on top of Asami.

The Asian was a very flexible sort, and having her legs pulled way apart was bearable, at least for the moment. Her breasts bounced somewhat as she tried to struggle and shift, only to find out she was held tight.

Which, with Bubbles' lush, muscular body pressed up against her, made the bare breasted kunoichi wonder if this was really all that bad.

"Mmm, if we weren't so overdressed, oh the things we could be doing...." she murmured up at the American with a wry grin.

Then she would lean up, as much as she was able to in the hold, lips kissing along the bared skin of one of Bubbles' breasts, giving it a lick along the inside of it's cleavage....

Bubbles suspected the grapevine itself wouldn’t do too much to Asami. She was flexible, of course, and while the Virgin Killer herself wasn’t too bad for her size, there was no way she could match up with her muscles making things awkward.

Still, there was another use here, and funnily enough, Asami was already hinted at it.

”Oh, don’t worry, I’m getting you there, sooner or later. For now, though?” She smacked her lip as Asami’s tongue went to work, happening upon her favorite spot on her nipple. “I want to get some fight out of you.”

It was Bubbles turned for a breast smother now, and she dropped her mammaries right on Asami’s face, covering it in full. She wrapped her arms around the ninja’s head for extra effect, making sure to bury her deep. Perfect seal.

Asami's eyes widened as what seemed like a mountain of boob flesh descended on her face!

"Muao ayyt a nnitt!" (Now wait a minute!) she protested as her face was tucked into Bubbles' massive chest by the blonde's powerful arms!

With the sort of strength she had, Asami knew she wasn't going to be able to power out of the hold, and Bubbles had her legs grapeined, keeping her from using them for any sort of escape attempt as she thrashed against her foe's body ineffectively.For the moment Asami was bound and held, with air cut off!

There was a secret to the breast smother, one that people too often overlooked. So many women just dropped their assets on their opponent's face and hoped for the best. Amateurish. Bubbles liked to give it a personal touch, wrapping her arms around the head, getting it in nice and tight, providing little slack.

It was a great, effective way to whittle away at Asami’s nigh-impossible last and drive, and she had every intention of abusing it.

”Aaaaaaaaaaand…” Bubbles suddenly pulled Asami out of her chest, then grabbed her head and kept them close, as she moved in so close their forehead touched, so Asami could see into her eyes, see all the determination she was up again. One way or another, Bubbles was taking this woman home.

”Give up.” Bubbles ran a tongue over her mouth, leaving it shiny and gleaming.

Although she was struggling, Asami could also feel she wasn't getting anywhere with her efforts to escape. Air was starting to run out and the Japanese woman was seriously considering tapping out.

Then Bubbles took her head out of the death valley of her bosom and Asami took in the air with deep almost greedy breaths. The large blonde spoke and Asami listened, giving a groan as Bubbles licked her lips. She could give in. Really the only thing that did was sign her up to a night with the America and her wife.....

As their prisoner.

It probably wouldn't be bad, and only for a night, but still Asami was a comepetive sort and she didn't really walk into their bedroom as the prize that Bubbles won. Besides, she had a giant to 'slay'.

*Damn it stupid pride, you can't let me take the easy way out.* she thought to herself.

"Mmmnn...." she moaned, her eyes fluttering as she tried to deceive Bubbles into thinking she about to give a submission....only to have her hands come together with the Virgin Killer's head between them. She was delivering an open handed strike to each of her larger foe's ears in an attempt to disorient her as she tried to roll them back over so she could try to escape the hold back into a standing position.

"I don't wanna..." she would say if successful sticking out her tongue impishly.