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Aunt Cass vs Helen Parr 29 - 41
🕑 Added 2025-09-05 15:03:50 +0000 UTCA sickening slam echoed off the mat, followed by a pained groan.
The impact stunned Cass, and her grip on Helen's leg failed. Stars exploded behind her eyes. Helen capitalized on the moment, scrambling on top of her dazed opponent.
As Cass’s vision cleared, it was filled by the sight of the superheroine's massive breasts looming over her. She looked up into Helen's furious eyes as a rain of punches descended.
The sickening thud of knuckles on flesh.
Another groan, this one torn from Cass's own throat.
"You almost got me, bitch. Almost," Helen snarled between blows. "But you won't have that luck again!"
Despite the pummelling, Cass shot a hand up and seized one of Helen's wrists. Helen growled, a low, dangerous sound.
"Oh, you want to try it that way?"
Helen’s free hand abandoned the punches and closed mercilessly over Cass's breast. She squeezed as if trying to burst it, and a raw scream of agony was torn from Cass's throat.
"How does that feel? You like it, bitch? Huh?"
Panic flared in Cass. If she let go of Helen's wrists, the fists would return to her face. But the crushing agony in her chest was unbearable.
With a grunt of effort, she wrapped her thick, muscular thighs around Helen's torso. Gritting her teeth, Cass tightened her legs, pouring all her strength into the hold. She felt the immediate reward of a choked gasp from above; Helen's assault on her chest faltered as she struggled against the immense pressure.
"I'll crush you like this!" Cass vowed, concentrating every ounce of her strength into the squeeze.
Gasping for air, Helen's agonized gaze dropped, landing on the thin bikini fabric stretched taut over her opponent's crotch. The material did little to hide the distinct slit beneath.
With her free hand, Helen didn't punch or claw. She drove the heel of her palm down hard, grinding it directly into the taut fabric between Cass's legs.
The effect was instantaneous and electric. A violent jolt shot through Cass's body, a sensation so sharp and overwhelming it bypassed thought entirely. Her back arched off the mat, a choked, involuntary cry breaking from her throat. For a split second, the crushing pressure of her thighs vanished as every muscle in her body clenched in a disorienting mix of agony and something shockingly, shamefully different.
Helen felt the hold break. She grinned, pressing down harder. She’d found a weakness.
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Tough battle. Enjoy the intensity between the two. Don't know who will come out on top but right now it is a draw in my book. Look forward to what is next.
