Vicky
By
Hamish1024

Note - this 2nd-person story can be read as both a female-female or a mixed fight (it should work either way)

You wake up on your back, a splitting headache thudding through your skull. Through the pain there is the feel of a soft double bed beneath you. As you slowly come round, two things strike you - you don’t recognise the bedroom you’re in, and you are completely naked. Feeling exposed, you start to move to cover up, but your arms are strangely stuck. Looking to your right and left, you see that your wrists are bound to the sides of the bed, buckled tightly in leather restraints. A soft tug suggests you’re going nowhere. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, you try to collect your thoughts.

Just then, you hear the creak of a body coming towards the room. The handle of the bedroom door begins to turn.
“Wakey wakey, honey,” a soft, rich voice purrs. “I’m back…”
It’s Vicky. With an inward groan, you remember how you got here. And just what might be in store for you now…

--Earlier that evening--

Standing on Vicky’s doorstep, waiting for her to answer the bell, you felt a tremor of excitement. Through a mutual acquaintance, you’d heard this woman was big on apartment wrestling, and she’d enthusiastically invited you over for a friendly spar.
“Ooh, right on time, hun! Looking forward to this as much as I am, huh?” Smiling, Vicky welcomed you into her home.

Her place was huge, especially considering she lived alone. Through the front door was a spacious open-plan living area. The sofas had been moved to the edges of the room, and a blue wrestling mat put down over the polished wooden floor. Rich, stylish, and a perfect setup for a wrestling session.
Vicky strode into the centre of the mat, pleased at your positive reaction to her home.
“Yeah, it’s a nice place… and plenty of wrestling space…” she grinned.
She stood barefoot in a silk kimono, watching you with interest. You looked right back, liking what you saw.

Vicky was gorgeous, a good-looking brunette in her late 20s or early 30s. Her rounded features had a healthy vitality to them, her cherry-red lips forming a naturally wide (if slightly mischievous) smile, and her dark blue eyes shining with a deep intelligence and wit. This pretty face was framed by long, chestnut brown locks, subtly wavy as they fell around her shoulders, and enhanced by faint blonde highlights. Her complexion was blessed with a light tan, not too strong, enhancing her air of casual, effortless beauty. You couldn’t help but admire her attractive presence.

She reached up, and slowly began to remove her kimono.
“Oh, I like to wrestle topless, if that’s okay,” she idly commented.
As her clothing slipped away, your eyes were drawn down across the rest of her body. Vicky was a proudly full-figured woman, her huge breasts impressively firm and round. Below her broad chest lay a sumptuous, hourglass body, tapering in at the waist before curving out at her solid, ample hips. Her voluptuous figure was clad only in a pair of red bikini bottoms, affording a clear view of her thick-set thighs and generously fleshy ass. A big woman, but by no means fat, you knew you couldn’t underestimate her athletic ability on the mat. If her skills matched her looks, this buxom, topless beauty would be a real handful.

“Come on then, strip for me,” she chuckled. You hastily change into your own wrestling outfit, removing all but your tight blue lycra bottoms. Standing in front of her, semi-naked, you feel vulnerable for the first time, as her eyes assess your frame. You’d like to know just what impression she has, but her dark eyes are difficult to read. She smiles; you hope that’s favourable.

“Okay hun, ready to wrestle?” Vicky grinned. The two of you pad barefoot into the centre of the mat, anticipating the coming action. You wonder about strategy, but as you’ve never fought this woman before you can’t know what to expect. Vicky confidently kicks things off, anyway, by offering out her hands for a test of strength. Your hands interlock with Vicky’s soft fingers and you both brace to push against each other.

Immediately you are struck by the strength that Vicky can channel through her arms. It was difficult to guess how much power was in her plump body, but this still catches you by surprise. It takes all your own strength to stop yourself being overwhelmed, pushing back against Vicky to keep her at bay. The brunette had forced you onto the back foot slightly, but now you’ve rallied and are both at a standstill. As you struggle against each other, Vicky uses her slight advantage to push you down a little, while at the same time arcing her back to get as high as possible. The effect of this is to raise her massive chest up towards your eye level. Locked in the grapple, you are surprised to see Vicky bob her shoulders, playfully jiggling her breasts right in front of you. You can’t help but stare at her fleshy cleavage as it bounces up and down enticingly.

As your eyes inevitably drop, Vicky pulls back slightly, creating room for her to swing her knee up into your undefended gut. You grunt in pain as you suffer the first blow, breaking off the grapple and doubling over to assuage the pain in your stomach.
“Heh, made you look!” Vicky giggled, making you feel quite foolish to have been caught out so easily. However, you don’t have much time to reflect on this, as Vicky capitalises on the opening. She reaches out to tuck your lowered head beneath her arm, the side of your face nestling snugly against her body. The close contact grants you the pleasant smell of her soft, perfumed skin, sweating gently from the fight‘s exertions. Stuck in this tight headlock, you brace yourself for a long physical struggle, but Vicky wrongfoots you yet again. Keeping a firm hold of your head, the buxom brunette expertly wraps her leading leg around your own, then shifts her weight to fall backwards, tripping you over. You plummet downwards, tucked beneath Vicky’s arm, forcing you to land on your head! A shocking wave of pain hits you as your forehead thuds into the mat, jarring your skull, and leaving you reeling on the floor. Through this disorienting head-ache,
you realise Vicky is one pretty skilled wrestler. You’ll need to rally fast if you’re to avoid an embarrassment.

At the moment, though, there is little you can do. Vicky had landed comfortably on her ample behind, and kept her arm wrapped tightly around your head. Now she starts to squeeze, squashing you in a side headlock while your face is pressed down against the mat. Having taken a painful blow to the front of your head, you now have to suffer pressure from the sides. Your skull throbs in miserable protest, trapped in the tight grip of Vicky’s bicep.

The rest of your body starts to struggle and squirm in defence of your suffering head, but Vicky has the means to deal with that, too. She slips one of her legs beneath your floored frame, while wrapping the other around your back, putting you into a body scissors. Locking her ankles to trap you in the hold, Vicky starts to clench her thick thighs together, crushing your waist. The painful grip of her powerful legs quickly subdues your thrashing body. Vicky has quickly made her mark on this match, now controlling your face-down form. Blows to the belly and head have softened your spirits, and a brutal headlock - body scissors combo is now squeezing the life from you.

The full-figured girl’s tight grip on your torso is making it harder to breathe, forcing you to emit a muffled groan into the mat. Worryingly, Vicky seems to enjoy your discomfort, chuckling to herself then squeezing her thighs together even tighter.
“Is that all you’ve got? Disappointing… I expected more fight than this…” she teased.
Realising your pride is at stake, you force your arms upwards, doing your best to prise the headlock open. Increasingly flustered, it takes all your strength to make any progress against Vicky’s limpet-like hold. You both grit your teeth as you dig in for the struggle.

Fighting the big-breasted babe from your weakened position is difficult, and all the while her body scissors is painfully crushing your torso, but eventually you find you are able to loosen Vicky’s headlock, easing the pressure on your skull. You’re not sure if the brunette is deterred by your efforts, or simply irritated, but you can also feel her releasing the body scissors, sliding her leg out from beneath your belly. Finally, your torso free of Vicky’s vice-like thighs, you can breathe a sigh of relief. Dizzy from your exertions, and your body and head still aching, you take a few seconds to compose yourself, lying prone on the mat.

While you lie reeling, Vicky clambers to her feet, looking down at your weakened form.
“Gonna keep struggling, huh? Well, I wonder just how much you can take…”
Vicky places a foot either side of your body, standing directly over you. Before you can summon the energy to move, the buxom brunette jumps up, tucking her legs in a little as she drops down. With a huge thud, she lands butt-first on your back! You cry out, convulsing as her full weight smacks into your spine, flattening your body against the floor. Fresh pain floods your torso, forcing a guttural gasp from your aching chest, and your arms flail helplessly across the mat.

Vicky is now sitting on the small of your back, facing your head. You can feel the brunette’s full weight pressing down on you, restricting your movements and keeping you pinned to the ground. This is the problem when fighting a heavily-built girl like Vicky - when down below her ample body, it’s all the harder to escape. You struggle against the crushing pressure, but it feels futile; in your weakened state, you won’t be breaking out from beneath Vicky’s thick-set hips any time soon.

“Aww, am I being too rough?” she teases.
You feel a sharp, biting pain in your scalp as she grabs the top of your hair, peeling your face up off the mat. Before you can respond to her jibe, she has pulled your head back and slipped her hands beneath your jaw, setting you up for a camel clutch. Sitting firmly atop your back, she pulls hard on your locked chin, painfully stressing your neck and spine.

She starts to rock back and forwards in the hold, tugging on your body, bending you into an increasingly uncomfortable position. A terrible ache spreads down your abused spine, forcing a groan as you suffer in the chin lock. Vicky simply smirks, seemingly smug in her dominance. You know the pain of this submission hold could be enough to end the match.

However, through the pain, there is one ray of hope - Vicky hadn’t been able to trap your arms with her thighs as per the classic camel clutch, so you can still resist her. You reach up, grabbing the arms that encircle your face, pulling at them in pure desperation. You have some success, Vicky lowering the intensity of the hold as she tries to fend off your defence. She grunts with frustration as she’s forced to counter your efforts, applying more of her strength to keep the chin lock in place. The two of you battle like this for several long moments, half-naked bodies quivering with exertion.

Despite this long struggle, Vicky keeps her hands firmly beneath your jaw, managing to maintain the hold. All the while, your bent spine aches terribly, and you feel desperately weak. However, your continued resistance seems more of an irritation to Vicky.
“Gonna keep squirming, aren’t you?” she chides. She sounds a little out of breath, but still firmly in control. “Might just have to put you out for good…”
Vicky shuffles forward, hooking her left arm more fully under your chin. This allows her to hold your head in place while leaving her right arm free. You can still grab at her limbs, but are too physically drained now to break free. Meanwhile Vicky pulls her hand up to her mouth and sensuously extends her tongue, licking the palm of her hand. She laps away until her hand is glistening wet.

Pinned helplessly to the mat, you are powerless to prevent Vicky lowering her saliva-covered hand and clamping it right over your mouth! Your verbal protests are immediately muffled by the hand-over-mouth smother. The move smears Vicky’s warm, sticky spit all over your lower face, as she presses her mitt firmly into your nose and mouth. Worse, the saliva forms an airtight seal, cutting off your air supply. Your eyes widen as you find you can no longer breathe. On instinct you thrash desperately, trying to escape, but trapped beneath Vicky in the chin lock, it is impossible to free your face from her grip.

“What’s the matter? Soon you’ll be nice and asleep…” Vicky purrs. Your heart sinks as you realise the truth of this; physically drained and out of oxygen, your defeat is sadly inevitable now. Time passes excruciatingly slowly as the big-breasted babe smothers you, your lungs aching for air, shuddering within you physical constraints as your senses become achingly dizzy. With dismay, you feel yourself on the slow slide to unconsciousness.

“Relatively painless defeat, yes?” Vicky muses, talking softly to you as you suffer in her smothering embrace. “Well, I’m nice like that. Don’t think you’re getting away that easily though… There’ll still be forfeits for you afterwards… I like to make sure losers know their place…”
Groggy in the big girl’s grip, her mischievous threats add an extra note of alarm to your anguish. These words nag at you as your vision blurs, and your world slides breathlessly into oblivion.

---

Vicky’s talk of forfeits haunts you as you lie on her bed, arms strapped to the sides by leather restraints. The splitting headache caused by your knockout loss is receding slightly, the all-out assault on your skull now fading to a constant, background ache.

You tilt your head upwards to look at your captor. Vicky is still barefoot and topless, clad only in her skimpy red panties, her voluptuous body on full display. Her skin glistens under the bedroom light, a sheen of sweat and slightly dampened hair the only evidence of your earlier wrestle. You tug pointedly at your restraints.

“Heh, enjoying my hospitality?” Vicky chuckles. Moving forwards like a predatory feline, she clambers up onto the bed, crawling forwards on her hands and knees until she is straddling your waist. Looking down at your helpless figure, her brunette locks hanging down around her shoulders, she reaches out and places her fingertips on your chest. In a teasing show of control, she runs her nails slowly down your trapped torso - playfully painful, not drawing blood, but firm enough to mark you. You cannot help but shudder a little.

“Aw, poor you,” Vicky teases sweetly. “All tied up, completely at my mercy…” The buxom brunette mischievously tweaks your nipple to prove her point, grinning as you squirm. “I can do whatever I want… and I must say, that little spar has left me feeling pretty short-changed. Weren’t up to much, were you? You went out awfully quickly… I think we need to work on your endurance!” Vicky’s dark blue eyes are shining as she toys with you, the luscious, topless babe clearly enjoying your predicament.

You’re not sure what she has planned, but you get an inkling soon enough. From her position astride your waist, she shuffles round, until she is sitting on your chest, facing your feet. She arches her back, kneeling upright and looking back over her shoulder to fix you with a wry smile.
“Nice view of my ass, huh?” she taunts, hands on her hips, sexily clutching her buttocks. As you look up from your bound position, Vicky’s thick, fleshy backside does indeed dominate your vision. Clad only in skimpy red panties, her generous round butt cheeks jiggle slightly, glistening with sweat, her ample curves forming an impressive sight.
“You like it? I hope so - I’m gonna make sure you get a really close look!” she giggles. The voluptuous victor moves back and starts lowering her hips down towards your head. With awful realisation you see her big, sweaty rear looming over you, getting closer and closer, and you know you’re about to get a faceful. You start to protest, and tug at your tight leather bonds, but are helplessly held in place as Vicky’s scantily-clad ass sinks down towards your upturned face.

Vicky chuckles as your world goes dark. Her broad buttocks press down on your features and envelop your senses. She sighs happily as she settles into the reverse facesit position, forcing her not-inconsiderable weight down onto your head as she begins using your face as a seat. You squirm weakly, wracked with embarrassment and panic as she puts you into this dangerous and degrading position. Vicky is now sitting firmly atop your face, covering your features with her broad behind, and forcing your nose between her big round butt cheeks. This isn’t a great position to be in at the best of times, but this full-bodied buxom wrestler seems perfectly built for face-sitting, effortlessly crushing you beneath her hefty hips.

You let out a muffled, desperate gasp, but your exhalation is stifled by her scantily-clad ass pressing down on your nose and mouth. Vicky seems intent on smothering you yet again. You try for oxygen, and are rewarded with a few breaths of hot, fetid air, filling your nostrils with the scent of Vicky’s sweat, but little else. Your airways are now squashed shut beneath the busty girl’s butt, leaving you totally at her mercy.

Mercy, though, seems in short supply. Your tormentor keeps her butt firmly on your face, occasionally wriggling her hips to work your nose even deeper into her ass cheeks. Through the abject humiliation you feel rising panic, all too aware that Vicky could easily suffocate you. Craving air, but unable to get it, you writhe miserably beneath the weight of the buxom girl.
“Aww, you want out?” Vicky teases. “Come on, where’s your stamina?”
Indifferent to your suffering, she stays seated on your face, mashing her sweaty ass into your abused features. Dizziness sets in, and your lungs begin to ache. The worse your situation gets, though, the more Vicky seems to enjoy it. She gently rocks back and forth, bouncing her butt, and playfully running her hands over your naked chest, even as your senses scream for release. Your aching lungs feel as though they’re about to burst…

…when finally, Vicky peels her fleshy derriere from your squashed face, moving forward and allowing you to breathe again. Reeling, you gasp gratefully, awash with relief despite your bound and pitiful position. As your dulled senses slowly begin to sharpen again, you realise why Vicky lifted her ass up. Just inches from your head, the big-bodied brunette has started fingering herself though the fabric of her skimpy bikini bottoms.
“Ooh, I fucking love smothering losers like you,” she moans lustily. As evidence of this, the scent of her aroused womanhood reaches your nostrils. You might want to be let go at this point, but Vicky is having none of it. Shuffling back to kneel over your head, she slides her red panties down her thick, powerful thighs, slipping her clothing off one foot, then the other, leaving her as naked as you.

“Ready for more of my butt, fuck-toy?” she grins. As you slowly start to respond, Vicky takes her discarded panties and shoves them into your face. Your cries of protest are muffled as she gleefully crams her underwear into your mouth. The scrunched-up garment proves an effective gag, wedging your jaw wide open. You whimper as you realise your situation just got even worse - now you can only breathe through your nose, the fabric filling your mouth saturated with sweat and pussy juices. The taste of the big girl’s tainted underwear starts seeping into your tongue, with you powerless to do anything other than writhe in your bonds.

Vicky laughs callously at your degrading predicament and starts unashamedly fingering herself, before wiping her wet fingers across your face. Then she smacks her hands against her now-naked buttocks, with the distinctive crack of slapped flesh.
“Mmm, time for a nice grind!” she purrs.
She moves forward again, her big bare ass hovering ominously above your face. You cringe inwardly, contemplating yet another gruelling smother. Any hopes of reprieve you may have harboured rapidly fade, as the buxom brunette slowly lowers herself into the reverse facesit position. Her broad backside gets closer and closer to your upturned face, her clammy flesh brushing against your nose - before consuming your features completely. Once again you find yourself engulfed in a crushing ass-smother.

The humiliation is even stronger this time. With a mouth full of your opponent’s underwear, you can only breathe through your nostrils, the big girl’s sweaty musk forcing itself on your senses. Even these few breaths of fetid air are temporary, as Vicky’s weight easily flattens your nose, squashing it firmly in between her big naked ass cheeks. Your cruel tormentor has all but consumed you with her luscious butt, the facesit dizzying and degrading in equal measure. This torture is fast becoming unbearable but you have no way of preventing it, or even registering your dismay.

You suffer in the sweaty smother for several long, drawn-out moments, but the abuse of your face does not let up. In fact, the humiliation starts to get even worse. Vicky is clearly getting off on your helpless misfortune, her pussy slowly moistening with increased arousal. The buxom brunette begins to get hot and flustered as she sits on your face, your features pressing up against her naked womanhood as you involuntarily pleasure her.
“Mmm, you’re my complete bitch!” Vicky moans lustily, her pulse quickening. As she gets hot and wet her juices start to dampen your gagged face, adding to your overwhelming discomfort. As if you didn’t feel used enough already, your increasingly excited captor starts grinding herself against your face. Your features are squashed even further as you are pressed deeper in between her thick, sweaty thighs, your humiliation heightened as you feel her wet lips rubbing over your nose and mouth.

Vicky groans with distracted pleasure as she bounces heavily on your face, mashing her pussy and ass into your smothered features with selfish, sadistic joy. Her gasps get higher and higher, even as your abused senses get dizzier and dizzier, and you know she only cares about one thing now. Gripped with lust, Vicky ignores your hapless suffering entirely, grinding her big hips heavily and furiously into your face as she searches for an orgasm at your expense.

Squashed, smothered, and smeared with the juices from her sopping pussy, you actually pray for Vicky to climax quickly - but your degradation feels hopelessly prolonged. The buxom brunette seems to take an age, consumed with pleasure as she balances on the brink, all the while her pussy and ass mashing rhythmically against your flattened features, thoroughly coating you with the smell of sex. This is excruciating, and you’d swear the bitch was deliberately prolonging her orgasm for her own wicked pleasure - though down beneath her hefty ass, you can’t really tell much.

There’s little doubt when she does finally come, though. She gasps, shuddering, forcing your face even further between her thighs for the crucial few seconds and practically drowning you in her wet pussy. Your oxygen-starved brain cringes at this final disrespect.

Finally, Vicky gives a satisfied sigh, content with how she’s used you. Her big body is hot and flushed with sweat, her breathing still heavy. Deep within your heavy, fetid smother, you hope she’s finished, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. In post-orgasmic indulgence, Vicky still languidly rubs herself against your gagged face.
“Ooh, that was good, hun,” she purrs contentedly, gently bouncing her butt atop your trapped head. You, though, are anything but relaxed - your aching lungs are screaming for release, your dulled senses realising you can’t survive without air for much longer.

Vicky seems indifferent to your plight, preferring to keep you firmly under her butt. Your gagged, squashed face is now totally covered with pussy juice and ass sweat, and darkness threatens to overwhelm you.
“You’re such a good seat,” Vicky smiles happily, wriggling her bum without breaking the brutal smother. “I wanna stay here for a while, so I hope you’re not short of air down there,” she giggles mischievously.

The buxom brunette straightens her spine, leaning back to apply a full weight facesit once again. Beneath the crushing pressure, your battered spirits falter completely. You know you can’t hold on for much longer, and you’re destined to be smothered out by Vicky’s curvaceous ass. Your second knockout of the evening, in fact - though far more humiliating, following as it does a bare-assed facesit and a heavy, grinding orgasm at your expense.

No question, Vicky has taken you apart tonight. Firstly she outfought you in a shockingly one-sided wrestling match. Then the voluptuous brunette showed you the price of defeat, leaving you gagged and bound and gleefully subjecting you to a gruelling and kinky face sitting session.

Wedged underneath her ass, the pain in your skull approaches breaking point, and you feel yourself beginning the slow slide into oblivion. You tug feebly at the leather restrains but all your strength has faded. As your abused senses fade into darkness, you hear a chilling final taunt from the girl atop you -
“You passing out on me? We’ll have to work on your stamina, weakling, you need to keep me entertained all evening…”