Karen Gillan VS Jenna ColemanJenna Coleman had found herself in a precarious position early into the fight. Karen Gillan's thighs pressed down with unrelenting force, making it hard for the brunette to draw a breath. The Scottish woman's smug grin only grew wider as she leaned in closer, her voice dripping with mockery as she trailed her finger across the top of Jenna's heaving breasts. "Tell me, Jenna," Karen purred, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "
How big are these tits of yours?"
Jenna gritted her teeth, her face flushed with effort and humiliation. She tried to push Karen's legs away, but it was like trying to lift a vice. "34D," Jenna finally grunted out, her voice strained.
Karen's grin widened at Jenna's strained confession. "34D, huh? That's impressive... when I'm done, you might still be able to fill a B cup, at least."
Karen then tightened her grip, her powerful thighs clamping down even harder around Jenna's chest. Jenna gasped as Karen's thighs targeted her boobs specifically, tightened around her bust as Jenna's tits were squished beneath Karen's left thigh. Jenna's hands frantically tried to pry Karen's legs apart, but it was useless. She threw back her head and let out a banshee wail as she felt like her boobs were going to pop.
"
AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!" Jenna yowled as her body jackknifed as the redhead temporarily relented, and then bore down with a sudden squeeze.
"Oh, quit yer whining!" Karen taunted with a low growl, "
C'mon, those big tits of yours can surely take some more!"
Jenna's face was turning red as she continued to push on Karen's thighs, tears stinging her eyes as she sobbed lightly. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, watching in awe as Karen dominated the match. The redhead relished in her control, her smile never fading as she maintained her vice-like grip. Jenna's strength was quickly fading as the Scot's thighs continued to wallop her chest as her boobs mushroomed under Karen's thighs.
"Now, in front of everyone," Karen demanded as she lifted her thigh finally, letting Jenna draw in some much needed breath. Karen's voice had begun as a low whisper, before she then raised her volume so the entire crowd could hear her question, "
Who's the best Who girl?"
Jenna's voice quivered in both humiliation and frustration, her breath coming in ragged gasps. With the fight drained out of her by Karen's devastating tit-scissors, Jenna had no choice but to finally choke it out:. "You...are," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Karen's smile widened as she released her hold fully, letting Jenna collapse to the mat, gasping for air as her hands immediately massaged her flattened breasts. The redhead stood over her defeated opponent, basking in her conquest. She turned to leave, but not before delivering one final, cutting remark just to add salt to Jenna's wounds.
"By the way," Karen scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain as she eyed Jenna's heaving breasts, "Peri's were
bigger."
Michelle Trachtenberg VS Kaley CuocoMichelle Trachtenberg and Kaley Cuoco had been going at it for what felt like hours, both giving their all in a brutal, no-holds-barred catfight. The arena echoed with the sounds of their grunts and the slaps of skin on skin as they wrestled on the mat, each trying to prove their superiority. Kaley, dressed in a simple black brassiere and matching boy shorts, had been holding her own well enough, but Michelle, in a black leotard that showed off her upper thighs, was a force to be reckoned with.
Kaley had managed to get Michelle in a few compromising positions, but the brunette always found a way to break free and retaliate
hard. At one point early in the match, Kaley had Michelle in a headlock as Michelle pried on her arm. The blonde delved into some unprecedented cruelty as she dug her nail into Michelle's cheek, drawing blood and eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the Buffy alumni. Michelle could feel the warmth of the blood trickling down her face, but it only furled her determination to keep fighting.
Eventually, the tide turned permanently when Michelle managed to catch Kaley off guard, using her long legs to sweep Cuoco to the ground with a crash. Michelle wasted no time as she slipped herself into position, locking her legs around Cuoco's neck in her patented reverse headscissors. Kaley's face was pressed against Michelle's firm, toned thighs as she was forced to stare at the brunette's ass, and the pressure was immediate.
The blonde tried to fight back, hitting and smacking at Michelle's legs with all the strength she could muster. Her fists pounded against Michelle's thighs, but she was hitting pure muscle. Michelle barely flinched, her expression calm and composed as she simply grunted through the strikes to her figure. Cuoco desperately raked one of her fingers down Michelle's thigh to draw some blood, but shrieked as her nail broke as she tried to dig into the skin. Unlike Michelle's cute face, her thighs were much more durable.
"Nails aren't gonna cut it this time, you dumb bitch. See, you can claw my legs and hit my ass all you want--" Michelle purred with condescension in her voice as she looked over her shoulder, flexing her butt as her legs clamped down even harder around Kaley's neck as the blonde let out a loud groan, "
-but I can squeeze a lot fucking harder than you can hit!"
Kaley's eyes were squeezed shut as she was being choked between Michelle's legs, her face turning red from the effort. She continued to smack and claw at the brunette's legs, but it was a worthless endeavour. Trachtenberg's grip was unyielding as ever, her thighs akin to a vice as they dug into Kaley's throat. Kaley's struggles soon grew weaker. Michelle's legs flexed and tightened with each passing second, her muscles taut with effort as she squeezed with just over half her maximum capability. Soon, the blonde's hits became pitiful slaps, her strength sapped under the relentless pressure.
Michelle held the hold for a few more seconds as Cuoco slumped between her legs, and then let go only once she felt the telltale sign of victory - some drool had escaped Kaley's lips and began to run down Michelle's thighs. Kaley Cuoco lay motionless on the mat, completely subdued between Michelle's thighs. Michelle stood up slowly, breathing heavily but victorious, her legs having proven their worth once again. She looked down at her fallen opponent, a satisfied smile on her lips as she savoured another win.