FWF: Fur Will Fly!

*Appears behind you suddenly* Hiiii thereee! ;) So what martial arts did you use to train in? What foundations do you have? Tell me so I can demolish it and build you up a new!

*Nearly leaps right out of her own skin! She yelps, and whips around ready to throw a punch before she sees the familiar face and she stops herself!* "Y-you scared me!" *She gives a nervous laugh and lets her arm drop at her side.* "I knew a l-little about brawling... b-b-but they, the people I was with... th-they were teaching me Krav Maga! I wasn't v-very good, though."

I see your hands shoot up and I smile at your cute reaction. Furthermore… it was good instinct. You gonna need that soon for what I had planned for you. "Ooooh.. Krav-Maga is indeed good! It goes for the weakpoints and such. It's built on speed and full of counters! Great choice, love!" I say as I slowly walk around you, eyeing your build closely. You were thin with just a little bit of muscle where it counted. "Hmmm... I see that you have indeed trained... nice abs and shoulders... but I think we need too... UP your game." I say when I am behind you, then lean forward and whisper my next words in your soft little ear. "Wanna train with me, sugarcup? Wanna show me just how good you are on the mats?"

Astrid can't stop the nervous giggle that bubbles up in her as the hyena starts to circle her, praising her for choice of style. She didn't have the heart to tell her that it wasn't her choice. She lifted a hand, hooking a curl of soft brown hair behind her delicate little ear as the woman moved behind her. She felt like she was at inspection, and she nearly stood at attention, back rigid and straight, ass tight, shoulders back, chin lifted just that tiny bit. The compliments made her cheeks burn, and the whisper in her ear from the much smaller soman made a visible tremor ripple down her spine, hairs lifting at the sensation that coursed through her. "I w-w-w-would really appreciate it! I'm n-not very good, like I s-said... I was always m-m-more brains than brawn."

"Tsch, tsch, tsch... don't say that, darling. You've got height, which is VERY important in a fight. Think about it. In theory you could hit me much sooner than I could you!" I said and went in front of you again, trying not to stare at your cute tits in my line of vision. "But I guess you do lack speed… hmm… come with me, darling... we're going to have some fun—" With that, I planted a paw right above your rear and pushed you forward with me. A few moments later, we arrive at a private room with a single large mat inside with some hanging punching bags. "Take off your shoes and get on the mat, Ottie." I say as I grab some fingerless gloves and start to put them on, while also smiling at your akwardness. "Shhh… not going to hurt you toooo bad. Don't worry about the gloves either; you don't need one. I doubt you can punch hard enough to hurt me... but DO TRY to hurt me, darling. Plus... we gotta harden your knuckles a bit. So yeah… no gloves for you."

Astrid follows the gentle guidance without resisting, easily falling into step alongside her new friend. The thought made her smile, that while maybe a lot of people were too busy with the hustle and bustle of the main gathering areas, the ones that took the time were really worth getting to know. And Miss Rose, so far, was turning out to be one of the very best! "You do have a point, reach has never been an issue for me! Well. Outside of a couple of my training mates. I think I lack a lot in strength, though..." she gave a little chuckle, admitting her weakness to the woman as she watched her sliding on her gloves, and her words only affirmed her confession. She gave her an awkward little smile and stood there like the gawky teen she really was, in front of the crazy hot, way more experienced woman. "You don't have to worry about hurting me... I bounce back from anything, eventually!" She shakes out her hands at the mention of her knuckles and... realizes that yeah, they're pretty soft. But, then again, she is pretty soft. Relatively speaking.

"We won't be wrestling much, darling. So don't worry about strength... just concentrate on what you learned from your trainer and try to protect yourself while also trying to incapacitate me hard enough that it counts. Remember, DON'T hold back! Otherwise this exercise won't mean much." I said while drawing up my arms in front of me and spreading my legs. My toe-pads skidded a bit on the thin mats as I lowered my center of gravity. I eyed you closely, thinking about what type of attacks I should start with. I thought about what I said about holding back, and I hoped you indeed could take a beating like you said so. Cause I wasn't planning on holding back my strength much. There is no point doing some piss-poor catfight shit that would ruin your conditioning. So I started walking towards you slowly, then suddenly quickened my pace and feinted an uppercut into a straight hook into your core. If you fail to block that, I would punish you only with a shove... for now.

Astrid nods at her instruction, and lets herself slide into a ready stance. Her feet brace at shoulder width, knees bent and balanced as she lifts her hands up in front of her, curling her fingers into loosely formed fists. "You g-got it! I'll give it everything I've g-g-shit!" She stumbled over the last word as the small but impressively cut woman rushed, and then charged at her. Her yelp of surprise cut off the last word as her hands swung to push aside an uppercut that never came, and instead that hook shot towards her own mildly toned midsection. She couldn't block, but she turned her body so that the blow was mostly a glance, though the shove sent her reeling sideways, needing to catch her balance. She used the footwork to catch herself and wheel back around, open palm thrusting with all the power she could muster to strike at the woman's throat like a bony blade.

I was pleasantly surprised when you managed to shift your body enough that my fist only skidded alongside your hips. Of course, without the gloves this wouldn't have happened, but it was me who put them on so you would feel safer. I eye your footwork as you stumble, but again… you correct your mistakes rather quickly and launch an... open-handed shot? Oh right, Krav Maga. I should have told you about the dangers of such strikes, but it looks like it was on target towards my throat alright. I could have blocked it, but I didn't want you to potentially break your fingers on my guard, so I leaned to the side to evade and grabbed your attacking hand's wrist and turned 180 degrees around using my foot. Then I plant my left foot next to yours and bend forward, trying to unbalance you and throw you over my shoulders. If this would succeed, I would drop your hand instead of trapping it, but I would try to ram a foot inside your core with my full power to train those abs. Then I would… reluctantly… step back afterwards though.

She was almost giddy with adrenaline. High on the rush as her strike rushed for the exposed throat. She could almost swear she could feel it connect. She could almost feel that bloodlust that the others had tried to tell her about. Something bubbled inside of her at the prospect of victory, until it was snatched away by those fingers wrapped about her delicate wrist. Her eyes shot open and she gasped as she was hauled up and over, a scream trapped in her throat when that foot SLAMMED into her soft, lightly developed stomach muscles, driving the wind from her and folding her body in half, sending her rolling over onto her side, arms clutched across bruised abs as she wheezes, glasses askew on her face as she tried to get her diaphragm to cooperate and suck in a breath.

I have to literally WILL my hands away from my slightly more damp camel toe at my shorts when I feel your soft abs give in to my foot. There is also a rush of hot air against my calf that more or less signals your defenseless state. Normally I would put you into a pin so painful that you wouldn't be able to EVEN THINK about tapping out! But seeing your cute face contort in agony... I almost took pity on you. Almost. It did, however, stop my advance like I planned to, so my sadistic side was still in check for now. I stepped close and put a single foot under your drooling chin and used it to force your gaze towards me. One of the arms of your glasses was off your cute ear but you somehow managed to keep it on your head, even after getting thrown and kicked around. I smilled as the tilted glasses of yours made your gassed out face even cuter, if that was even possible. "That's called getting your wind kicked out of you. Take it easy; don't force it, sugarbomb. Just let your diaphragm start up again on its own. " I said gently, despite the humiliating position I just put you in. With a quick swipe, I smear the drool from your cheeks using a few toes and let your face thud back down as I step back a few steps. "So? Ready for round 2? Or this is how much you can take?" I asked, with a hint of disappointment in my voice. But in truth. I was fucking livid. Not often I get rookies to train and break in. This was so exciting! So that bored-monotone voice of mine was just there to hype you up a little, to motivate you to do better. To amp you up so in the next round, you won't wait for me to attack you... rather, you would move to attack me!

The improbably tall otter gagged as she tried to get her lungs to just WORK! Panic rose up her spine, her eyes a little wild as those green orbs flicked up when that foot lifted her drooling chin. She tried to relax, as she was instructed, to let the panic subside. The face she looked at was distorted, her glasses hanging haphazardly from one ear as the other arm lay against her jaw. She couldn't see the excitement in those eyes, the anticipation of her continuing their little spar. As the woman's toes wiped the drool from her face, a flurry of emotions boiled in her. Fury and humiliation made her hot. Hot with anger. Hot with arousal. Hot. She wanted Rose to step on her. To put those toes to work... but she also wanted to make her pay for making her look so foolish. And at the same time... she was thankful for it. For the lessons she was being given. Slowly, her breathing returned, and she sucked in a breath before she pushed herself onto her hands and knees, cascade of chocolate hair fallen in a pool at her hands. This was the moment, if she was ever going to have one. The element of surprise was hers, as one hand lifted to correct those crooked glasses on her face. "I'm n-n-not so easy to g-give up!" She stammered, clenching fists and, when those toes came into view as she swiped back her hair, and she could judge the distance, she threw her weight forward and her arm flew upward in an uppercut that had the power of her rising body behind it, sending a fist flying up and between Rose's thighs to strike as hard a blow as she could manage right into that damp spot in her shorts!

I could hear you breathing quicken. How you sucked in air faster, but not because of the pain and the lack of air in your lungs from before, but because of the determination! Wonderfull! I planned to eradicate any awkwardness or unsureness from inside you. As you were tall and had a great foundation to be an excellent fighter. If you leave this fight as a stammering shy girl, then I have failed. So I eyed you closely. Waiting patiently for you to get up. Then I saw your fist clench. "Good, stand and fight, babe. Show me what you can do—AAAGHHHFFFFHH.... Ugggghhhh.. ghhkk.. ghmm--hmm..." My ears pressed backwards against my skull while my vision was suddenly filled with white flashing lights as the pristine, unfiltered agony overwhelmed my senses. I couldn't even think about what happened. Of how I misjudged your range... or how I stayed too close. I just let out a short scream that was continued by shorter whimpers and wheezes as my knees hit together and I fell to my knees. Around this time you straighten up while still on your knees. This change of position made me fall facefirst onto your breasts as my descent continued and I fell forward. My body twitched hard as I tried to keep the paingasm contained while I let out pained whimpers against your taller and supposedly weaker body.

SUCCESS! And not just a success, but a critical strike that would send Astrid’s would-be mentor straight to her knees in a whimpering pile of pain, bordering on blissful release. As Rose collapsed, on her way to that ever delightful position of having her face planted into the mat with her ass high in the air, she’s stopped by the otter’s chest. Astrid’s hands shake as she tries to decide what to do. What to do, what to do?! She could help her, or she could finish her off. And she DID say that she wasn’t to hold back… but it was obvious that the hyena had been taking things easy on her… shouldn’t she return that kindness? She should, and she knew she should, but her hands tangled into that cute, dark hair with the crimson streak that made her heart race and she gripped tightly, almost painfully, as the woman nursed her bruised womanhood, pushing her face into her constricted breasts until she was enveloped by the deceptively modest chest in her tight sports bra. She squeezed her head closer, tighter, until she couldn’t feel that hot breath blasting through the fabric against her breastbone and she knew that the woman in her grasp could no longer catch her breath. “S-s-sorry, beautiful… but it’s l-lights out…”

“Ach…ahhh…agghhh,” I groaned against something soft. I wasn't quite sure what stopped my descent to the mats. All I knew was that I MAY be able to stop myself from squirting through bruised folds like a needy whore while resting on this warm, squishy pillow. After a few seconds, the pain did die down enough that I remembered that I should probably look at what was happening. So I did, only, I didn't see much. This tight green fabric completely enveloped my visio-oh. Oh! Well daaaamn girl. You have taken me down. You ACTUALLY took me down! My agony filled face slowly transitioned into a more pleased one as I realized that going for my clit with an uppercut was a deliberate choice. Not some random, desperate, lucky punch. Good girl, you are going places. I was just about to congratulate you, but the sounds trapped in my throat when you grabbed my mohawk. Quite roughly. Then you pushed my face into cravice of your D-cups. “GHMMHH!” My muffled voice was barely audible as you stopped any potential air coming in and out from amidst your tits. Since I spent the last 10 seconds screaming and groaning, I barely had any air left. So it didn't take long for my hands to dart to your wrist and shoulder to try to push me free in a frantic struggle while my eyes watered against your top. Fuck me, am I actually getting overpowered by this weak, shy girl? The thought of you knocking me out this way and holding me here until even my twitches stop sends a wave of fluttery feelings to my pussy, nearly pushing me to an orgasm right there. It wasn't such a bad way to go… but I wasn't out of the fight just yet to let you dominate me.

It takes a considerable amount of willpower, but I manage to stop my arms from trying to free me, and move them to your sides instead. Where they sneak around your sides and meet behind you back with a closed-joined fist. Then I squized, with all my might, putting as much pressure on your lower ribs and spine as possible. I even tried to stand and lean back with wildly shaking legs, to complete this bearhug. There were a few problems though. For one, you were much taller than an ordinary otter, so all I could do was get you on your toes at best. That would save you from SOME pain. Furthermore, it was hard to exert power while drooling like a some broken faucet and not being able to breathe. I had less than a minute of time left before I would become too weak in your arms to do anything but choke and pass out, while drooling from both my lips. So I was eager to see where you could push through the agony and finish me as roughly as I ASKED you too, or you would succumb to the pain and let my head go. That would surely make you end up in a suplex. Either way, I was so fucking proud of you. Maybe as proud as I was horny at the moment.

Astrid is confident she’s got this knockout in the bag. The way that Rose squirms and tries to pry herself out of her grasp makes her understand how others felt when she was too out of her depth to get out of a similar situation. It was glorious! She yanked harder on Rose’s hair as she felt her top getting wet, between her drool and tears, and she was practically swimming in the juices dampening her underwear. It made her body wriggle as she tried to focus on what she was doing. Focus. She had this! She had… oh, no… those powerful arms latch around her back and cinch her spine. She feels a pop, as it’s cracked while she’s lifted, and she knows that she’s in for a world of hurt. But, as the woman lifts her up, she stalls out just shy of lifting her off the mat. Her toes manage to hold just a fraction of her weight, but it’s enough… she thinks. She hopes. She wheezes in agony, but she doesn’t let go. She whimpers and kicks her legs powerlessly, toes scraping the floor, but she doesn’t let go. It was a race. It was a competition. What gave out first? Rose’s reserves or Astrid’s spine? She whimpered again as pain pulsed down her lower back, and she fought against the urge to tap out. But it was a slippery battle and she was losing her grip on her nerve.

Despite the considerable height difference, I did manage to pull your cute little webbed toes away from the ground, making something pop inside you… but it only lasted for a second. As your kicking legs brushed against my swollen folds, making me gasp out all my remaining air into your hot package. The now empty lungs forced my strength to be on the same level roughly as yours was. I just couldn't lift your weight anymore. So your heels thudded back against the ground. For a few desperate seconds, I focused on your ribs even more, pouring all my strength against those delicate bones of yours, trying to make you let me go. I could feel just how your body was shaking now, along with the pained wheezes you were letting ou, as I compressed your ribs. But they were nothing compared to my own wheezes and body shakes. You just weren't letting go. Soon, my iron grip turned into a rough hug as I started to black out. In a last ditch of defiance, I started walking forward, pushing you against the wall. It was a small room, so I didn't have to go far. When we reached it and your head thudded against it softly, I wasn't even squizing now. I was just clinging to your frame, toes scraping the ground as I was on my clawed tiptoes when you arched your back in pain. With my semi-conscious mind and a barely working left, non-dominant hand, I started hammering your left side, right where I kicked you. It was more of an instinctual move really, than a planned one. A few blows landed SOMEWHAT hard, but the rest were like taps of submission against your larger but weaker body. Soon both of my arms went limp as I was just about to pass out. If you were to let me go, I would surely just slowly slide down your body. Rubbing my drooling features along your tits and abs and… sex, before falling down. Ass up, face down, right on your instep. I wasn't out JUST yet, nor would I suffer an orgasm, but... those decisions were in your hands now.

Astrid was battling her own willpower as much as she was battling the woman in her grasp. Tears stung at her eyes and she bit her lip to stop the urge to let them slip free. She fought the urge to rapidly tap against Rose's arm and beg her to let her go. She just had to hold on... she was so close... she could taste the win! It was so easy, she just had to keep. Holding. On! Her back hit the wall and she gave a tiny grunt. The squeezes had become weaker, and she knew that she could do it. That confidence surged inside of her and she yanked sharply on the hyena's hair, burying her face deep enough between her breasts to mash her nose into her sternum. The blows to her bruised abs made her wince, and a little whine slipped from her nose. She bit her lip as a tear managed to squeak out of one eye and roll down her cheek, but she didn't give in. She powered through, and finally those blows became weak slaps. Was it submission? Did she win?! The otter almost danced, but she didn't dare. As flooded with endorphins as she was right then, as so completely aroused as she was with this practical titan flirting with the line of unconsciousness, she didn't dare to stop until Rose was out. Until she was SURE that she was out. Then, and only then, she would let the woman free.

"Ghh...ughh....ghkk.....ghh..." Barely audible, weak moans of submission left my lips as my body succumbed to yours. They were so muffled and quiet that you probably didn't even hear them as the final bits of air left my lungs. I sure as hell didn't hear them as my eyes rolled up, making only the whites show under my halfway closed eyelids. Despite this, you kept the hold. One second passed, three... five... eight... I wasn't aware of your sudden ruthlessness, but I would have been proud of you if had know that you had kept the hold for longer. Making sure that your opponent was done was important. You didn't make the same mistake I did before all this turned to shit for me. I wasn't expecting such dedication towards winning from you, even when I more or less asked you to be ruthless. Around the tenth second mark my body started spasming, as my brain sent frantic signals towards my muscles to FIND that air. After a few seconds however, that did die down as well. You sent me on a path of total defeat, one I might not even wake up from. I wasn't aware enough to feel fear... or anything really, but even if I would have... my only feelings about this turn of events would have been arousal. As I would have found all this sooo fucking hot, that the shy, young rookie managed to accidentally kill me in a chokehold. My body, however, seemed to know my stance on things, because my pussy lips continued to water with weak flutters the longer you kept the hold. My shorts were soaked now, so my arousal juices were trickled down from my wet cunt to your feet, making your instep damp with my submission. You could feel that my heart rate slowed down and my chest hitched less and less; in the end, the faint twitch of my suspended toes was the most noticeable signal that I was indeed still alive but out of commission.

Astrid bit her lip as she watched the poor, pathetic thing in her grip. It would be so easy. She just had to hold her there. Those weak little spasms were the only fight that her body could muster. She could end a life, and she would barely have broken a sweat doing it. And the thought made her so hot... and in the same breath, it scared her. It terrified her, the things she was thinking. The things she could do to this woman, and finish her forever. She was nearly snuffed out as she was, her lights dimmed to thin whites that quivered with her twitches. She could hold her where she was, or she could let her slump to her knees, and wrench that pretty fucking neck until that delicious, wet SNAP... she bit her lip and shook her head. No, nonono, she couldn't do that! This was Rose! She was so nice! She let go of the hyena, even as those droplets of her weeping pussy's feral need dripped onto her foot like trickling rain. She let the woman's body slump, freeing her for a breath. Not like this. Not... not in training. Not when she was so nice... Maybe... they could... She bit her lip thinking about it, squirming again as the woman in front of her dropped slowly to her knees, leaving a trail of her drool and tears down Astrid's toned abs. Those weak twitches of her fingers and toes were her only signs of life... but signs they were. She exhaled a sigh of relief, her fist still clenched in the woman's hair as she looked down at her. At how helpless... how pathetic... she chewed on her lip as she shifted her foot, kicking the woman's knees apart to slip her shin between her thighs and let that slick dampness settle across her shin, gingerly beginning to glide it up and down against her crotch, leaving her face resting against the tall otter's stomach, chin pressed against her abs.

"Ghaaaaaaapphhhhkkk...." There was a loooong, drawn-out, guttural, wet wheezing sound as you let me go. Well, you sort of let me go, as my ass would have fallen on my upturned soles to sit on, but you still held the grip on my hair, leaving my ass suspended above my foot. Then… for a few seconds… nothing but loud, labored breaths were audible in the room. But after a few seconds the 'squelch' sounds took the number 1 spot of the loudest thing in the room. Those wet noises were the first sounds that reached my ears when my eyes finally started to roll back to their original position. What happened? Where was I? Dozens of questions formed in my mind as I failed to decipher what was happening to me. I felt so hot... so... so... good? My eyes nearly rolled back up again from the pleasures I was suddenly feeling. Squelch, squelch. "Ghmmmmmm!" I moaned out as something was spreading my legs and folds apart, nearly touching my clit in the process. That's when I opened my eyes and saw a cute stomach up close, with wet lines leading upwards two muffins that nearly hid... your cute face. Everything came back to me in an instant. My suggestion that I will show you the ropes... my judo throw… your fist... your tits... the revelation was so dizzying. You got me.

"O-ottie?" I asked with a needy, horny voice. From this position I only saw your cut nose and eyes with your glasses; it was hard to gauge your intentions. Although... it was rather obvious now that I think about it. Squelch, squelch. "GAHHMMMMMMHH F-fuuuck…" I moaned out again, pressing my face into your hot abs in shame and submission as you pushed me to the edge for the third time. This edging session was taking a toll on my mind. It would be so easy to… just to... no. NO! With that, my right hand shot up and grasped at your top, using it to pull me up, before it snapped to the back of your head. It made your head snap downwards with great speed as I used it to keep myself up for the moment. I nearly made you headbutt me as you hunched over from my body weight that I suddenly forced on you. "Ahh ahhh...you are amazing, love...ahhhahhh...but if you want to see me cum…hmmggg...then y--ghmmm... you need to break my willpower first." I said with a wicked smile, while pressing my temple against yours. Then I moved up my left hand to take off your glasses so I could rear back my own head and 'safely' SMASH it into your nose and temple!

Astrid kept up her teasing of the downed woman's weeping cunt. She was so close it was kind of cute, the way she whimpered in her half-conscious state, gasping and moaning, that sopping wet mess between her thighs making an almost musical sound as it filled the room. She bit her lip, really enjoying how Rose was completely under her control, even if it didn't last. As the woman came to, the confusion in her eyes and the arousal that clouded even that made the otter bite her lip. Hard. "M-m-morning, sunshine..." she murmured, smirking down at her as her own drool trickled down Astrid's abs to wet Rose's chin, sticky against those muscles as she peeled herself off the winner of what would soon become known as the first round. The tall woman squeaked when her bra was yanked, nearly ripping her tits right out of the tight fabric as she was yanked down with a tremendous force. She winced hard, expecting an impact with the way that she was hauled downward and the frightening speed her head went careening towards Rose's. But, in the last moments, she pulled up.

The words murmured into her ear made the otter shiver, and she closed her eyes as she gave a little nod. "Y-y-yes ma'am. I didn't mean t-to..." she began to apologize, as Rose removed her glasses. Something about the gesture felt sweet. Caring, even. It made her blush. She felt safe in that brief moment, a feeling that was completely shattered the minute that Rose's head snapped against Astrid's with a resounding THUNK that jarred the teeth in her skull. She snapped back, wincing back in pain and thrown back with the blow, only to smash the back of her skull against the wall. Green eyes lost focus and crossed. She wobbled on weak and uncoordinated legs as she tried to right herself and stay on her feet. One hand pressed to the wall, the other moving to paw at the woman's face to try and use it to keep herself from toppling over. "Sorry..." she finished her thought, only vaguely aware of speaking at all.

Seeing your eyes cross without your cute glasses enlarging it a bit, like some weaker magnifying glass… felt like a missed opportunity. Oh well, I will give it back soon... right after some payback for the cheapshot that it is! "Aww… didn't mean to hit you that hard, love. " I say as I move my hand to squeeze your wrist near my face and keep it away from me. "Hmm, you don't seem to be all there... here, take your glasses. " I counted as I let go of your trapped hand and guided it towards my left, where I passed your glasses back into your paw. SNAP SNAP "Focus, dear." I said while snapping my fingers, as I had important shit to say. "You got me good, but I am standing now while you are wobbling like a drunk. What happened, hmmm? You have to keep your opponent down. You hear me? You have to keep them feeling defenseless and beaten, both physically and mentally. Going for my arousal was fine, but... you should have made me feel already beaten. A tit choke doesn't do that, Ottie. I didn't make me feel like that I can't fight you at all! It just made me even more committed! "I monologued while watching you trying to put back your glasses on your face, smiling how you missed your ears for the first few times in your punch-drunk state. *Sigh* "Okay... we're going to reset. But first... payback, bitch!" Suddenly I grabbed your shoulders and pulled you in, trying to ram my knee right into your own pussy, not carring that it might actualy knock your glasses off that you are just putting back on. Your cunt was higher up, like around my abs, but... it was there alright. If that lands, I would move back... with more steps this time… and let you stand get ready for the second round all on your own. You had to learn to take hits afterall. "Congrats on winning the first round, cupcake! But you didn't finish it. Hence the second round, starting in a few seconds! Let this be a lesson for you... Now stop whimpering and get up!" I would say.

Astrid tried to focus her eyes. She tried really hard. Her cheeks burned and she felt really dumb, as Rose was saying something... oh, right. Her glasses. She can't see without those... and Rose was so nice, making sure she had them... Right. She lifted them to her face, the first attempt jabbing herself in the eye with the ear piece. She yelped, and closed the eye, trying again. This time, it went into her ear, not over it. She whined, still struggling as Rose was teaching. She wasn't going to learn a thing like this! Finally, though, just as she was able to get the glasses back into the right place, the first, and last thing, that she sees is Rose's face of concentration as her knee flies up between Astrid's thighs. She hadn't expected the blow at all, and so the knee crushed her undefended pussy with its entire force, lifting her up onto her toes and driving the wind right out of her for a second time. The pretty otter's face contorted in agony as she folded like a cheap towel, her glasses flying from her face to skitter across the floor somewhere. As Rose danced away from her, Astrid hit her knees with a jarring CRACK of the joints against the floor, both of her hands holding her throbbing, aching pussy as she slumped, and then fell forward to smack her face on the floor, the blazing pain in her crotch making her womanhood pulse with alternating waves of pain and arousal that had her swimming in feelings as those muscles clenched and twitched. She was glad Rose disengaged, a single touch would have tossed her over the edge into a mind shattering orgasm...

But, instead, she whimpered into the floor as the woman taunted her, standing over her, somehow triumphant after such a pathetic display of her own. Astrid's toes curled, clenched as she fought back the rising tide of arousal low in her belly, and swallowing down the scream in her throat. Tears fell, making a little pool under her face with the drool, until she finally peeled herself up and whimpered, fingers finally trying to soothe the ache between her thighs before she slowly pushed herself up onto wobbly legs. "I... I'm s-sorry M-m-m-miss Rose... but m-my glasses... again..." she said as she tried to squint to make out which of the blurry shapes was the hyena she was trying to fight, lifting her hands, not sure if she would get help, or have to defend herself blind, now.

Damn, you were so pathetic. I thought, while totally ignoring the fact that I was in the same place as you just a few minutes ago. My own pussy fluttered again as I was watching your struggles to fight the pain and the arousal that I forced on you. It took me not a small amount of self-restraint to not just dart forward and grab your hands, to pull them behind me while your face eats me out with your gasps and moans. Fuck... I was still pent up like a whore. Well, at least you were too now. When you said that you lost your glasses, I was already on the way to retrieving them for you. It would have been interesting to make you fight without them. It would have been good for training too, but let's be real. These glasses of yours won't survive the fight. So why rob you of it this soon on purpose? I slowly approached you, holding your glasses in both of my paws at my chest. I was slow and unthreatening, so my hands slid through your adorable, uncertain guard with ease as I put it back on for you. Suddenly your eyes were bigger again and seeing… fuck… you are so cute. With one hand I smear the newly formed drool and tear lines off your cheeks. I even press a finger inside your mouth, thinking how it would have felt doing the same with my toes earlier. No biggie, I will have the chance soon enough. "Heh, you are cute all hurt and flustered, Ottie." I said. My breath quickened when I nearly leaned in to kiss you. But I managed to remove my now drenched thumb and take a step back in time. What was I doing? Focus Rose! "Khmm… okay, ready? This time you come at me! But watch out, love! You had a new weak point to defend—" I said with a smirk as I patted my pussy. Which made me shudder right away, dropping the smirk. " Ghmmm…fuuuhh… well, I guess I do too. Damn."

I said as I put my now slightly pre stained palm up in a defensive stance, palms open, looking towards you...as I waited for your move.

As Rose approached her, Astrid could only see that she was a blurry shape growing in size. But she moved slow. Deliberate. It made her feel safe, so she didn't try to fight her off. As those glasses slipped onto her face, magnified about twice their size for a moment before settling into focus, Astrid blinked to adjust. One-two. Three. There. Her cheeks warmed a little at the way Rose looked at her. "Th-th-thank you, Mi-OWTH," her words were cut off when that finger slid into her mouth and pressed on her tongue. She didn't know why, but Astrid closed her lips around the finger and suckled it, ever so slightly. Her cheeks glowed brighter with that warmth, having exactly the same thought that Rose had, apparently. Fingers. Toes. Whatever Rose wanted in her mouth, it was welcome. She squirmed a little at the thought, and at the woman's teasing. She nodded her head, even as that thumb slipped from her mouth to leave a string of drool dripping from her lip. Astrid lifted a hand and wiped it away. "Y-yeah.. and s-s-sorry about that... t-training is for weak spots..." she murmured, before she lifted her hands. She waited for Rose to get into her stance, before she threw herself forward in a dash, moving as quickly as she could to try and throw a fast jab past the woman's defense and right into those tightly packed abs.

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I let out an unimpressive hum when I see you go straight for my abs. I read you like a book. I could see that your eyes were tunnel visioned on my 6-pack, not even looking at my guard. I could have countered with a straight jab to your face if not for your insane reach. Heh, since your glasses were making your eyes almost twice as big, it was even easier to decipher your intentions. Damn girl, you have a long road ahead of you. But I will get you there... along with a few visible… or not visible scars. My right palm darts down and grabs your wrist just as I step to my left, trapping your right hand at my right side. Then I quickly kick out with my left foot towards your calf, trying to make you stagger so I can step behind you safely and kick right behind your knee to make you fall to your elbows and knees. "Phew… sooo, where should I begin?" I say with a hint of disappointment in my voice. "First, your eyes, darling; they showed me your target even before you attacked," I say as I plant a foot on the small of your back while also reaching down and grabbing the tip of your long, thick tail, pulling it towards the back of your head. "Second. Your attack was way too simple. No feints, no guard testing, nothing." My other hand reaches for your hair, pulling your head up and back. "Third... remember how long it took to choke me out? Lemme show you a proper choke!" With that, I snaked your long tail around your neck and pulled the tip towards me, while my foot kept you down and your throat was kept exposed as I kept pulling your hair back towards me as well.

Astrid is certain of this shot. She's big. She's fast. There's no way this little hyena can- whoop! Rose all but practically twirls out of the way, snapping Astrid's wrist right out of the air. A flurry of painful kicks to her legs make her yelp, stagger, and then fall to her knees with another painful thud. She whimpers at the pain that jars through her knees, and tumbles to her elbows, managing to catch herself instead of letting her face smack the floor this time. There were little aches and bruises all over, but the thing that really hurt her the most was the sound of that disappointment in Rose's voice. It took an actual effort to not cry. The foot planted onto the small of her back, just above her broad tail, caught her by surprise but she didn't dare to complain. Not now. She'd show her she didn't need to be disappointed in her! She was a fighter. She was a warrior! She was- whimpering as the bones in her tail were bent the direction they weren't used to, curling back, and a soft little moan left her without her permission when Rose pulled back on her hair, the sound only growing louder as she arched Astrid back. Back, back, until she knew what was coming. But she didn't dare to stop it. She'd endure it! She- started to choke, as her own tail cinched around her windpipe, her fingers digging frantically against her own appendage, making her wince in pain but panicking to get herself free from... herself.

"Ghhk, augh, ffffghk..." she gurgled, wasting her precious air as the hyena locked her into one of the most humiliating holds for... anyone. And god it made her so hot... if her pussy was wet before, the dark stain making its way through the fabric of her leggings told the story now, for sure. Eyes wide with panic, she tries to focus, to find Rose's face and beg her to stop, before she remembers. She can't do that. She won't. She'll find her own way free, or she'll die trying.

I managed to put you in quite good hold, if I can say so myself. It hurt your scalp, neck, spine, tail…while also constricting your neck from all sides. But the best thing? How do you remove the thing that is killing you… if it's part of you? I see your hands trying to dig into the impossibly tight place that was between your tail and neck. "Heh, good luck prying your own muscular, thick tail off, darling." I said with amusement, while carefully adjusting the grip so I juuuuust let enough air in so I could keep hearing your pained, guttural… aroused… choking sounds. "Do you feel that pressure? That's me constricting your jugular vein; it's at the side of your neck. Well, I am constricting your windpipe as well, based on those wet sounds." I said as I gently rocked your tail back and forth, toying with your breathing. Letting you know that it could get worse, SO MUCH worse if I wanted to. Which I very much did want. "You know… despite your choke not being effective, it did last quite long, based on just how hard it was to bounce back from it. Hmm… did you keep squeezing me even after I passed out? Naughty girl—" I said with a smirk, and for a few seconds I pulled on your tail with full force, making my shoulder muscles bulge above my sports bra's strap. Of course, I stopped before the lack of blood would have made you pass out. Not wanna let you go off that easily. "Ohh? Not tapping out? That's very brave of you… Although, it wouldn't matter anyway. This isn't that type of weaksauce of a fight you see on TV; this is real lif—Hey now… are you… are you fucking cumming?" I asked when I saw you something dripping to the thin mats that was defenetiely NOT drool. To inspect it, I let go of your hair—not like I need to hold it anyway—and grasped at the waistband of your leggings with my new free hand and pulled it upwards. While also shifting my sole on your back forward, so you tits would be pancaked against the ground so your ass can go higher up.

This move almost made your knees leave the ground as I inspected your dark, dripping patch that was spreading across your leggings. And no, I didn't care how your garments probably cut into your sensitive, puffed up folds.

Astrid tries to choke out a response, but the best that she can manage is gagging little gurgling noises. She thrashed and threw her weight around in the hold as best as she could, but every toss of her weight made the base of her tail sear in agony. Tears stung her eyes again, and those glasses hung askew as they were nearly tossed from her face. Drool sagged from the corner of her mouth as she tried to swallow and couldn't. Tried to breathe, and couldn't. The brief window of merciful gulps of air had closed, and her face was turning shades of unattractive colors. The forceful pull on her tail made yet more tears drip from her chin as she gagged a whimper, her nails digging into her tail only to stop when she caused herself more pain. Her head was swimming, darkness ebbing and waning in her vision as she begged to just pass out. The orgasm was a hard rush, a flood of cum as she filled her thong and those thin leggings that was quickly caught by her tormentor and mentor. She felt ashamed as she was pushed to the mat, her glasses only held to her face by being pinned beneath her cheek and the floor, nearly sideways as she could only see through one lense now. Rose had said no tapping, but as she lifted the tall otter's ass into the air by her leggings, she tried slapping at the mat. Maybe she would change her mind... maybe she would have mercy.

"Damn... your leggings are ruined, girl. Here I thought my shorts were a mess... What's that? Are you tapping… now… now… What did I just SAY?!" I shouted with aggression but with a sly grin as I quickly changed the way I held your ass up. I let go of your leggings' waistband, making that cute camel toe disappear. But before your ass would have popped back down on your upturned soles. I quickly reached under it, through and between your thick tights, making that lovely, jiggly, soft butt of yours stay in the air while holding up your pussy from underneath your body. My fingers explored the wet texture of your leggings, and two fingers quickly found the canyons between your puffed-up folds. "You can't expect your opponent to take it easy on you! Get out of it, sweetheart! I KNOW you can do it!" I said, as I squeezed that pushy pillow, RIPPING the synthetic fibers above your feminine breeding hole and pressing my fingers through the wet cracks. "Phew, you are tight! That must have been a biiiig orgasm. Do you usually cum that much? Or you just neglected this little thing? That would be a whole other thing to punish you for if you did, love. I felt how your walls tremble around my fingers as I spoke to you. I gave it a cruel squeeze, forcing your little sensitive button back into its confines as I pushed your inner walls towards your folds. It didn't take long for your body to start shaking wildly before you squirted on my paw. "

Hmmmm, good job; I bet coming so soon again felt really gooood. I am kind of envious, not going to lie. I mean… It's very rude to cum when you KNOW that I am on the edge as well, isn't it, Ottie?" With that, I wrenched your tail to the side, making your body roll to your back, freeing you from your tail… but trapping you again right away… with my own body……. as I pounced on you like a feral cat, putting my face right above yours so I can finally look into those teary, blissed-out, hurting green gems. I even put your glasses back on, just so you can see my hungry eyes. Thanks to the size difference, my tits were right on top of the upper chest, right above your own cups, which was not long ago the source of my most recent demise. So it felt good owning them with my own, squashing them into almost flat pancakes. I rubbed my swollen mound against your cute tummy muscles while my lips bit your right shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Right before I kissed your drooling mouth, making you taste iron. "Hmmmm… Your lips are so soft..ghmmm…… Come on, darling… You've got to handle sensual stimulation like these… Don't make me put you in hold again, don't make me finish you off. The second round just started, so fight, ottie. Show me that darker side of yours. Don't think I haven't noticed how you looked at me when I woke up…" I said while my foot rubbed against your calf muscles, and my hands rubbed your curves. I was opening myself up again. But honestly, I didn't even cared now, I just wanted to see you at your best. Wanted to see what you would do against an opponent who hurt and humiliated you so thoroughly.

“Unnngggh… f-f-fuuuuck…!” The otter woman moaned as her weight was held up by her own well-aroused sex. Those probing fingers not doing her already embarrassingly drenched crotch any favors, as Rose’s fingers toyed with her puffy lips through the damp fabric of her Lulu Lemons. She whined, knowing she would have to replace these. No sooner than she had that thought did Rose’s fingers rip through the nylons to find her way around the obstacle of her undergarments and into her tight, sopping wet pussy. Astrid bit harshly into her lip, until she could taste blood. Her body wanted her to cry out in pleasure, but she kept the noises to needy whimpers as she clutched her fingers into tight fists, claws digging cruelly into her palms. The self-inflicted pain helped her focus on something besides the feeling of the dominant woman’s hands toying with her. Though the shame at her assessments only made things worse. Made things… wetter. Astrid’s cheeks glowed hot at the silent answer to the hyena’s questions. ‘Both.’ And the second orgasm came almost as easily as the first. Before she knew it, her pussy clenched and quivered, and a second little gush of her release coated Rose’s paw. Her cheeks flared scarlet and she writhed on the hand, a low moan making her whole body tremble, throat raw from the noises she couldn’t stop making. The derisive little ‘good job,’ would have turned her on a little, if she wasn’t so spent. She flopped over onto her back when Rose tossed aside like a spent, used toy and then mounted her like she was more than ready for her own turn. Her words made Astrid whimper as she tried to bridge her hips, but was beyond too spent to muscle her way out from beneath the hyena. So she did what she could, and wriggled a little beneath her, teary eyes watching her conqueror as she made those toned muscles slip against the slick spot in Rose’s shorts as her hands moved to grab her tight ass.

She let the shame of her position shine through in those shimmering eyes, watching the woman over her like a dominant warrior as she worked beneath her to try and distract her from her position. “Y-you got me.” She murmured, trying again to thrash from beneath her, disguising her grinding abs with an escape attempt. She used the time between her little wriggles to catch her breath and rebuild her stamina as much as she could, chest heaving against Rose’s as she tried to slow her hammering heart.

Watching your cute, pristine face get messy from all kinds of juices from tears to drool... even blood... made me grind my puffed-up camel toe against your protruding abs without even thinking about it. My eyes rolled a little from the longest edge of my life, I lay soft and sometimes rough kisses and bites on your lips and neck all over. As if I was trying to make you mine, as if I instinctively tried to coat you in my scent to keep others away from my new toy. "Heh, I cannot tell if you are trying to escape or want to make me ruin my shorts even more. Hmm, yeah, if I were you... I would probably fight back against my abuser a bit more, hottie ottie~" I whispered into your neck. I knew that you were too fucking wrung out to mount up a resistance... two orgasms in a row can do that even to the best of us... but it also made me worry a bit about your overall resilience. "Hmm... as much as I would love to take ya, this is still a fight. Sshh I know, I know... you like getting your ass manhandled, but it's bad practice if you want to keep your wellbeing intact. Like, are you gonna just moan and cry while your opponent does this?"

With that, I shuffled down your body a bit, stradling your hips as I moved my right forearm against your neck and started to constrict that petite neck of yours. I was sure that it was bruised to hell under your thin coat of buetifull chocolate brown fur, but that can be mended later. Then my right hand went down and in between my slightly raised crotch, to reach and pinch that pussy trigger of yours trough the newly made sex hole on your leggings. "Be a fur or a filthy scale, we all react differently to combinations of pain and pleasure. Some succumb to it. Some channel it, harvest it to get out. Some just chew and claw their way free. I wonder what you will do if your dignity or even LIFE is on the line." I said while targeting probably your two weakest points right now. This lower position forced me to abandon your face, but at least I could lean down and nibble and worship those tits that nearly became my undoing not so long ago. I was licking the very place that I already drenched with my tears of submision and knockout drool. Like a silent reminder for you that you can indeed fight back if you put you mind to it.

“Ngh, f-fuck *me!*” she groans as those lips and teeth bruise and knick her neck, Rose’s dastardly handiwork largely covered by her dense coat. The currently dominant woman taunts the otter, telling her that she’s just moaning and crying and taking her punishment like a broken slut. And outwardly she was right. It did appear that way. But for every whimper there was another easy breath. Every tear was another plot given time to hatch. And the hyena played into her clutches so nicely for her, even if it did cost her just a touch more of her dignity. But what was dignity, if you couldn’t win with it anyway? The forearm across her throat made her eyes bulge in fear and panic, though she told herself to remain calm. Those teeth nibbling at her spandex-wrapped tits were the key to her moving forward. She spread her thighs for the fingers pinching at her clit and a loud, gurgling moan fought its way out of her strangled throat. Past the windpipe in the process of being crushed. She was always told she played the part of broken slut well. And it was usually because it was the truth, and usually not an act. But, in this moment, against THIS opponent, she was ready to throw out every shred of dignity and thread of normalcy for this win. To keep from disappointing Miss Rose. So as her thighs spread and her knees lifted, hips rising just a little off the floor as drool dripped from the corner of her lips in her gagging, choking noises that could only be moans of pleasure as her mossy green eyes fluttered and rolled with arousal, it was likely unnoticed that those long stems kept extending, knees straightening until they clamped down around Rose’s spine and crushed her. Arms free, Astrid wrenched her head into her sternum so hard that she could feel the cartilage of her nose snap against her chest as she buried that face roughly into her chest, her ankles locking around the woman’s back to squeeze the life out of her, the lower set of ribs of the woman’s ribcage caught right between her thighs, straining beneath the now trembling muscles as she squeezed with all she was worth, feeling the bone flex and threatening to snap under the strain.

Those gurgling moans of yours sent shivers down my spine. You looked so defeated. So ready for the taking. It took all my willpower not to bring my hands my own pussy instead, and drench you with my release. "Damn girl, even now you are edging me with your pathetic sight. You really are a weak jobbe—GhukhmmGGGHHHH!" Out of nowhere your knees dig into my weakest part of my ribcage, denting them inwards, while my head gets slammed down against your bony chest, right above your tits. The impact was so great, that fireworks danced in front of my vision and I felt something warm trickle down from my nostrils and leave a metallic taste on my lips. As my ribs flexed inwards, I let out sounds of pure agony, which were once more muffled by your now bloody tits. My hands went to your arms and legs to free me from this build. On instinct, my nails dug into your forearm while the other hand reached behind me, in search of some webbed toes to snap. Only, your delicious whimpers reminded me that I was actually fighting you and not some other asshole. I wasn't the type to hold back... especially when you deserved the best of what I could give after such a nasty counter. But taking you out that way seemed wrong, too hasty, unneceseary. It would have ended the fight too early. So I reluctantly let go of your toes and forearm, and went on yet another test of endurance with you. Despite my fractured nose, my head was mostly free of your breasts so I could breathe. I was fighting to free myself from the agony, instead of the air like last time. There was a delirious chuckle hidden amidst my pained groaning as I realized that if you had managed to put me in a frontal choke instead of just forcing my head down against you, then the leg scissors probably already would have made me tap out in this sparring match.

Despite the set of another imperfect hold, and the agony in my ribs... I was happy to see you not giving up yet. "G-good co-ghmmGKkkkkhh counter, o-ottie... but noughhtt enoughkkk!" I said with a strained voice as I got on my knees and hugged your body close by the hips. Then with a sudden backward pull, I coil my legs and stand up with you clinging to me. I teeter in place for a bit, nearly falling backwards, but I manage to catch myself by pushing my back into the wall. Then... I crash on my knees and lean forward at the same time, SLAMMING you on your back and head. It was a nasty move. If not for the mats, your head would have cracked like an egg. I even saw the suspended punching bag start to sway just a little in the opposite corner of the room. Your whole body seized, and I felt the contents of your lungs rush out of your body to blow at my mohawk. I felt your body sag, so that prompted me to try again right away. But just as I started to lift, your strength suddenly returned! This added weight to your crushing hold and was able to do what your tights couldn't on their own. Which was to break a bone. *KRRRK* "GGHKKKMMMM!" I nearly blacked out when I felt one of my lower ribs crack inside me. I dropped like a sack of potatoes in an instant, right on my ass and calves, back against the wall. My hands went frantic a moment later and started hitting everything in their path. The ground, the wall, your sides, your face. But these were incoordinated, fast jabs rather than real blows. But somehow, it did manage to make you let go of my head, making it thud back against the ground. I looked down at you with a bloody face and wild eyes. "Ohhh you done it now! That's how you wannna play?!" I saw fear watching back up at me as I reached down, grabbed the back of your head with a grip on your hair... and with pure adrenaline I stood up again. A moment later your head got smashed face-first into the wall behind me as I twirled around on my soles.

Weak and pathetic?! Well. Astrid couldn’t have that! Not after all the success she’s tasted in this little back and forth. Even if it was only because Rose allowed it. And allow it she did. She knew it, when that powerful hand cinched around her toes and she felt that pressure begin to turn her toe’s joint aside. It popped, like cracking a knuckle, and she knew that the only reason she wasn’t screaming and begging for a stop was because the hyena chose for the fight to continue, when that hand freed her vulnerable foot. However, her relief was short lived, as she was lifted and then, screaming in spite of herself, SLAMMED into the thin mat. Her squealing was clipped short with a roaring grunt as every ounce of air was driven from her. She saw stars, and only made little groans as her fight wavered with her. But her consciousness drifted, then snapped back into focus, the sudden adrenaline and fear of the hyena’s reprisal caused her thighs to pulse, and she felt that bone snap. She knew it was a mistake the moment she felt the bone give. Fists began flying. Spit and curses flung about the room alike as Rose struck out, blind with pain and rage, bopping the otter in her abs, chest, catching her chin, and even her eye a couple of times. Astrid held on, literally she thought, for her life. When she slipped her hold from the hyena’s head, and their sides swapped, she squeaked when Rose snatched at her hair. Something that would have made her moan in pleasure if not for her abject terror. “Wait… waitwaitwaitpleasewaitI’ms-“ her begging only earns her a snapped nose, blood bursting in a circular splash against the crater her face made in the wall. Her body slumped, conscious gone dark in an instant as her weight sagged until her toes held limp, bent legs up, her weight held aloft by her broken face buried into the cinder block wall and the cruel hand still gripping her hair. mHer tail flopped against her ass and limply against the mat, between sagging, pidgeon-toed feet. Her arms swung limply at her sides and, when she was finally peeled from her burial into that stone, her bloody and mashed face would have a kinked and broken nose, twisted to her left and upwards. One eye was bruised and swelling shut, a cracked lense mashed into the deeply wounded flesh. Several of her broken teeth would fall down her chest and to the mat as her tongue flopped from her bloody and drooling mouth. The only sounds she would make were unconscious grunts and a groan of pain that her body auto piloted between twitches and stuttering breaths as she hung limp in Rose’s hand.

You paid for popping my ribs dearly. The impact reverberated in my arm when your tall but light body smashed face-first into the cinder blocks. The pristine white walls of the gym turned crimson red around your face in an instant with a nice wet SPLAT. I held your face there, enjoying the delicious revenge in a sadistic way, making my pussy lips drool as I felt your body sag and twitch in my grip. For a long moment, I held you there, fingering myself at the sounds of your wet, guttural groans while eyeing your limpness. I wanted nothing more than throw you down and sit on your face. To grind my aching arousal away on your broken, bloody face. When I finally was able to stop my self care session before I cum my brains out prematurely, I was so aroused that even a slight breeze would have been able to make me fall over that hill. At this point, my needy pussy bothered me more than my cracked ribs. But I wanted you to see it. I wanted you to see how much I love and hate you at the same time. So cumming on an unconscious otter would have been a wasted orgasm. "Hmm... fuck you.! You are so weak I can't even... How can you piss me off even in this comatose state of yours? Wake the fuck UP!" I said as I pushed your face more onto the wall, not caring about the sound of something 'crunching'. I pushed a foot under your thick limp tail and lifted it. It went up effortlessly, before slipping off my instep and thudding against the ground. Seeing that you were too out of it, and the pain in my side was starting to get real fucking bad, I let you go. Your legs bent and you fell right on your calf, before resting your ass, on your tail, and your upturned, cute little webbed toes as you tilted backwards.. falling on your back with your legs still under you. “Damn, didn't mean to hit you THAT hard..." I said when I saw and heard 3 out of your 4 long sharp canine teeth clatter to the floor. I stepped closer to your downed body, eyeing your soft putruding abs, pointing towards the sky as you lay on your soles and tail. With one hand on my ribs, I couldn't help but put my foot on your abs, making you twitch and make soft noises as I flexed my free arm above you. "Hmm, well let's count you out then. Up to ten, nice and slow." I said as I began ending the second round, but you haven't even reacted to the counting. I was hoping that you would wake up amidst it and AT LEAST TRY to stand up. But even when I counted as slowly as I could, dragging out each number for several seconds... you wouldn't wake up. When I reached the 10-second mark... or, rather, what felt like the 25th or 30th, you only twitched once, as I got bored during the count and slipped my foot on your sensitive cunt instead. "Okay then, this round is mine, ottie. Now, CUM back to me~" I said as I leaned down to push down your leggings, exposing your butt just a bit, just enough so a few of my toes could enter your young cunt, while a single clawed toe rubbed against your oversensitive clit.

Being allowed to fold back on herself only makes the poor otter’s legs hurt… along with everything else. Fortunately, she isn’t conscious for it. Yet. Her ruined face makes sucking, gurgling noises that are the only signs she’s alive outside of her barely twitching chest, rising and falling in time with that gurgling. She doesn’t so much as flinch as Rose counts her out embarrassingly slow. She’d be scarlet with shame if she could see herself and how much she disappointed the woman over her. But, really, REALLY wet… oh, oh she already was… and it showed, when those skintight leggings were peeled down her ass to display her disheveled and twisted thong, soaked through and through from her tutor’s twice-now-given orgasms. She moaned softly, the noise like a wet bubbling as a bubble of blood did form on her lips before *POP*, splashing against her ruined lip. Not that it could be noticed. The toes slipping into her dripping wet hole make a little squelch, the crotch of her thong slipping between two of those toes as they push inside, and the stimulation makes the unconscious girl moan softly. She trembles, her body trying to mend itself even in the fight as it was happening, her lip trying to sew itself back together, the gaping wounds in her gums trying to close themselves. Unfortunately for her, that fight mode also means that the nanites that begin to mend her also stimulate her, rather than sedating her to heal. As such, she gains consciousness, albeit barely. One eye opens, the other black and bruised shut, blood seeping from between tightly shut lids. Quietly, she sobs, the racking of her body only making her want to cry more, but the toes toying with her womanhood make her moan in the same instant, her body torn between crawling away and begging for mercy, and pumping her hips to start fucking those toes. That one green eye, unfocused, can’t see shit with her glasses laying around her neck, but leaves that emerald orb to roll in her skull, trying to find her tormentor’s shape without the barrier between them as tears drip onto the puddle of blood beneath her head. Another bubbling noise, some sort of words her ruined mouth tries to make, as her hips writhe, the most she can muster without crying out in agony for the moment, though each passing second is another wound mended. Another step closer to rising like a phoenix. Except rising romantically from the ashes, she’ll claw her way out of a puddle of blood, sweat, tears, piss, and cum. The first words she manages to hiss through broken and bloody teeth are, “you’ll pay…”

I practically FELT your labia try to suck in your thong and my clawed toes with their snake-like motions. Despite the envy of knowing that you would get your third or fourth — who could keep count—... orgasm, I felt great! Owning someone's body and mind... while they can't decide where to run or succumb to my touch, it just never got old. The sounds you were making were so raw and pristine, that once more I wondered if I should just finally let myself come, as you were unable to take my orgasm away so far. But nah, I was so pent-up that I already squirted pre from time to time. So I can only imagine how big my edged orgasm will be. Soaking the dirty, bloody ground with it would have been a waste. Nah. I want you to taste me... I want to cum down your throat. Then out of nowhere I hear your cute little threat, whispered to me from your broken body. "Oh. Am I? Welcome back to the world of the living, hun. Had a nice nap?" I said, before leaning down and snatch your barely holding on glasses away from you and when I went back up, I was already wearing it. "Ooh, I am Miss Ottie and I can't fight for shit, but I will look good losing," I said, mimicking your voice while gesturing wildly. Your lenses gave me a crooked, hazy view of the world. "Phew babe, your eyes are shit. Careful with that last one, huh?" I said as I took off your glasses and dropped them back onto your face, aiming for your one remaining, not swollen eye. Your body jumps a little at that while your cracked glasses clatter on the ground a bit, but you don't move much after.

So I assumed I could still play with you a little. "Darling, did you know... that even unconscious, your pussy seems to remember me?" I whispered towards you like some secret with an amused grin. Before a more devilish one took its place, as I RAKED my toe claws across your soaked thong, RIPPING it open and revealing your red rose as roses cunt! "Deep breaths, you needy cunt~" I said and pushed my foot inside... with all of my toes. Your body jumped like I just kicked you in the abs again. "Oh! " Someone likes it!" I said, trying to shout over your scream like moans. My fur above the leathery pads of my sole got drenched in an instant. I wasn't even sure if this was still just pre, or if you actually came again. Just because your reserves were so drained now. The more times you cum, the less juice comes out. But with more intense feelings. I couldn't wait to cum yourself unconscious in a drygasm.

"Tell me cutie... did you cum? Can you even tell? Here, let me help, TASTE IT!" I shouted as I removed my soaked foot to push it against your broken, bloody face. My warm, slick leathery pads forced your face to the ground, before I forcefully entered your mouth as far as it could fit. "Yeah. Gag on my soles, hottie ottie. This is what happens when you wound me but fail to follow up on it. How many times do I have to tell you that? If you have an edge... use it! Morals be damned. Otherwise, your next opponent, might not be as nice as me!" I said, talking about taking it easy on you while you choked on my toes and your bloody saliva. Once I saw your eyes start to roll, I knew you wouldn't be able to handle this for much longer. Despite this, I kept up the hold, deciding that you deserved a KO after all. I wanted to introduce you to fear. I want you to fear for your life so you can get a taste of what could happen if you are not listening to what I am saying. After almost a full minute, your body went slack, and I barely felt your gag reflex fire against my toes. You were out.

I kept the hold for a bit, fingering myself as I knew that your life was in my hands... or rather.. depended on my feet. But I managed to contain my usual savagery so I finaly withdrawed my foot. Just a little. As my toes quickly pinched your tongue on their way out and started moving your face left and right with it, "Huh, your busted lips are already mended. Am I not hurting you enough~?" I asked when you came back around after the head lolling. I kept this up for a few seconds, before I finally let you go. "Hmm, something is missing, oh right! Your glasses! But first... let's make things interesting." I quickly leaned down, flinching as my ribs grinder a bit, but I still managed to pull up and off your top and bra easily. Your limp hands were not much of an obstacle. Then I picked up your glasses and tucked them neatly between your cute naked breasts. "I will help put them back on, darling. But first... I want you to help me cum~" I said with a hungry voice and sat on your face, while looking towards your curling toes. "Aghhhh fuuuck yes! Your broken nose feels sooo good against my lips, ottie!" I said as I grinded myself like the horniest yeen in existance. But after a while, I lean forward. My head just reached your own cunt. "Since you didn't tell me what your pussy tasted like, why shouldn't I take a sip and experience it myself~?" Soon, wet gurgling and slurping sounds started to dominate the room as I continued our little training session with this 69 position. Totaly in control. Or so I thought.

Third, fourth, fourteenth, thirty-second… who knows how many unstoppable waves of pleasure had crashed over her now? You couldn’t ask Astrid, she was barely conscious, or sometimes even not at all, for half of them at least. Including this latest. She moans softly, that gurgling noise of pleasure as it bubbled inside of her. Her hips arched up off the mat to offer those toes the tiniest little spit of what juices she had left, before she slumped again, panting for breath in ragged gasps. She had so little left in the tank, sexually and physically, that as Rose’s claws shredded what was left of the drenched thong, she didn’t even wince in fear of what those claws were so close to doing to her. What did it even matter at this point? She was nothing but a quivering puddle of pain and pleasure dissolved together so thoroughly that it was all one and the same. There was scarcely a square inch of the room left that wasn’t covered in some fluid of hers, be it spit, blood, sweat, or cum. She knew she would be cleaning the mess for hours, once Rose got tired of destroying her, mind, body, and spirit. And her retort to Astrid’s vow only proved it, as the Hyena stole her broken glasses to mock her. She watched the woman’s impression, and the shame it flooded her with only made her… hot. Wet. Or was she just already wet? It was so hard to tell anymore… the frame nearly pokes her eye when they’re dropped, but just manage to catch the meat of her socket, making her flinch and saving the eye. But that’s all she manages as the glasses skitter across the ground again. The next words made her blush hot, and that eye looked away from the woman standing over her. Not like she could see her anyway, but she didn’t want her to see it in her eye, that even without the beating, she probably could have had her way with her. She tucked her lip between her teeth and bit. The rip was mended, the blood stopped.

It still stung, still not whole, but it wasn’t a rip in her flesh anymore. Good. She was on her way to recovery. At least, what she could mend in her current state. As nearly her whole foot was shoved into her twitching pussy, Astrid’s whole body went rigid. Her back arched and the wail she made was so close between a scream and a moan that it was nearly indecipherable which it truly was. And her question had her questioning herself. Could she even tell anymore? Was it another orgasm, or just one long, drawn out spasm of pleasure that the spikes of pain and shame simply renewed? She couldn’t be sure, but when those toes were shoved into her mouth, that familiar taste coated her tongue. Even if she hadn’t done so directly onto those toes, they had certainly dipped themselves into her cum-soaked cunt. She couldn’t stop herself, her lips sealing around the toes and suckling softly, exhausted tongue writhing against them, between them, cleaning them of loser’s nectar. But she didn’t stop there. That foot rammed into the back of her throat, making the otter gag and choke. Tears burned and ran free, her hands weakly lifted to pull at the leg, trying to get the foot from her mouth so that she could breathe. Her one eye was wild with panic, body beginning to thrash, in spite of her exhaustion. Her claws dug into Rose’s calf and thigh, leaving deep, desperate scratches as she tried to free herself. Her hand slapped at the meaty, muscled thigh and tapped. She tapped desperately, choking and gagging as she did, the taste of blood and cum watering her mouth, drool running from the corners of her lips in practical fountains, spilling down her chin, jaw, and neck. That green eye rolled and fluttered, rolled again, and then drifted shut. The slapping, clawing hands slowed and weakened, and then finally flopped with wet splats in the puddle of her mess all around her.

Her body began to tremble, muscles twitching as the lack of oxygen made her body enter emergency panic mode. Toes curled on one foot. Arm flinched. Bound chest quivered as it fought to suck in a breath. Her throat clenched as she just barely gagged against the toes shoved halfway into her windpipe. The last thing she would remember was Rose’s voice. ‘Am I not hurting you enough?’ Her body went completely limp, not responding even as those toes finally pulled from between her lips, the pinch of her tongue causing it to loll from her mouth and hand limp at the corner of her lips as her chest began to heave. She didn’t react as she was stripped of her sports bra, chest left naked and her taut, tiny nipples stiff as diamonds in spite of the warmth of the room. Even out like a light, her arousal was plain as day. Every push, pull, and roll was met with limp, unresponsive flesh slapping into the pool of blood and cum. Drool covered her face as she twitched against the mat. However, as Rose settled her drooling snatch against Astrid’s broken nose, that pain was too much for even her broken and unconscious form to ignore, and she whimpered pitifully into that hungry cunt. Every thrust against her face was another stab of pain. Every grind another keening whine as her toes curled. It wasn’t long before Astrid drifted somewhere between conscious realms, feeling nothing but pain and arousal as her own pussy drooled between her thighs, simply adding to the puddle there. She whimpered as she let her tongue take little swipes at the cunt aggressively fucking her broken face, her entire consciousness nothing but the pain of her broken self, and the pleasure of that velvety soft warmth against it. She knew nothing but Rose. Her scent, the way she felt against her, her taste, the darkness that her aggressiveness drew down over her, the wet, squelching sounds she made as the otter’s twisted nose slid in and out from between those lips and swollen clit.

She dared not move, until the woman over her finished, for fear of what she might do if Astrid robbed her again and left her on the edge even longer. It gave her body a chance, except the repeated and damning damage to her nose. She sobbed softly against her tormentor’s sex, waiting for her freedom, her hands lifting slowly to explore her dominator’s body, one hand sliding along her abs, careful to not touch that broken rib, as the other slid beneath her bra to cup that taut, perky breast and give it a squeeze.

With how puffed up and swollen my cunt was, it neatly covered BOTH your small muzzle and that busted nose of yours at the same time. Forcing you to breathe through my feminine arousal. When my pussy met your lips, it was like a match made in heaven. Every gurgle, every choke, seems almost deliberate to please me. How generous of you! So I thank you for it by slurping your newest orgasm to make room for the next. My tail wags happily against your forehead, while my toes curl against the side of your face as I have rolled my knees and planted my soles against your ears and cheeks, not letting you escape my folds. "Ahhh…. aghh… Mghhhhh… So fucki—ghhhhhghooood! " I say with a rolling tongue, leaking drool over your folds with a nearly full ahaego face. Then you squeezed my breasts. I actually did a full chomp on your soft pussy as I let out an ocean of cum over your face. Not only dripping, but squirting over your bruised, broken features as we both get left a whimpering, moaning mess. My spine arches as far as it can go, while my foot still keeps your face tight against my gushing, fluttering hole. Forcing you to take almost all of my hot cum, down your narrow throat… not caring for a second that I was probably WATERBOARDING you with my orgasm. My high felt like it lasted forever before the taps were finally closed, leaving me resting against your sex pillows, enjoying the warm slickness and the occasional twitches they emitted for like a full minute. "Damn… g-girl… that… w-was…" I groaned, while trying to pull myself up… and failing. I only managed to push myself towards your legs. My boobs rested on your pussy while my legs straddled your hips. " C-can't believe it… your pathetic body… actually wrung me out… well, at least we… we know that you are g… good for something…" I said between pants as I was right between your soles, grabbing onto your knees to slowly pull myself off your body. I was just too out of it to realize that I could have just rolled left or right…

There it was. Finally. The eruption she had been expecting, though it was so much more violent, more intense than she had expected. It wasn't bad, but it was more than difficult to get through, as the hyena's orgasm gushed down her nose and throat, nearly drowning the otter beneath her. She coughed and gagged against the onslaught of fluids, soft whimpers leaving her as she weakly pushed at her hips, until finally, Rose fell forward and away from the hand pawing at her chest. At last able to breathe air again, Astrid sputtered and coughed as her glistening face sucked in air. She trembled beneath the woman and turned her head, licking her lips of the nectar that she had swallowed by what felt like the gallon. Enough to make her stomach feel water logged. Fortunately for her, Rose crawled down her legs, rather than rolling away. She did the hard part for her, and slid herself between the downed otter's thighs. Patiently, Astrid waited as she let Rose claw her way away, let her thinking she was getting free without retaliation even in her weak and energy-sapped state. Just until she felt that velvety nose against the sole of her foot, when she lifted one long, slender leg and wrapped it exactly where she wanted it around her prey. She cinched her ankle under her own knee and SQUEEZED. She felt that broken rib snap and break free, and a second, third, and fourth popped and cracked. She didn't care. She practically HOPED that one poked a lung, as she crushed the woman between her legs, waiting for her lips to part, either in that delicious scream or the pain stricken and overwhelmed silence, and shoved her foot into Rose's mouth. "My. Fucking. TURN!"

My brain was mush. My half-lidded eyes barely saw straight as I readied myself for the third round. Only… It came way sooner then I expected it. My nose just booped against your left sole when it suddenly disappeared from my vision. My brain's amygdala reacted way before my wrung-out body ever could, and I inhaled sharply to get ready for your sudden reversal. But that air quickly left me as you squeezed it back out. I don't know what was louder, the sound of my snapping bones inside my body… or that harsh gasp and wheeze of air as it rushed out of me when my left lung popped. It wasn't my scream, though, that's certain, as the pain was so sudden that part of my brain did an auto shutdown to save me from the shock. I just gaped with a wide-open maw and a rolled-back set of watery eyes. Then when it came the time to breathe back the lost air with a wheeze… something warm and leathery was shoved into my mouth. I gagged on it, coughing up blood on it, making crimson red saliva coat your webbed toes before it trickled out my mouth and down your ankle, pooling between my hard breasts. My hands darted to my sides, where your once slim tights BULGED around my broken body... while my legs scraped against the ground, my curling toes raked across the mats, leaving marks on them. With fluids in my lungs, I started choking on it slightly right away. I just couldn't believe it… This tall but helpless otter hurt me so badly that if I don't get off the mats and seek help… I will die here. It seemed that my lessons about finishing an opponent off fully before humiliating them… did not fall on deaf ears. As even when you dealt the critical blow… enabling you to do what you wish with me… you still continued to compress my ribs! "Gkkkkrllllmmmhhh!" Eventually I did manage a scream, if you can even call it that. It was more like a wet gurgle than anything else. My hands tapped at your calf frantically, signaling that alright…. you won this one. Maybe even the whole fight too. As at this moment… I couldn't think about the training anymore… I just wanted to breathe and pass out. But after a few seconds of unanswered tap outs… I felt my mind start to slip once more. My legs continued to push against the cum, saliva, tear, and sweat-coated mats weakly, as my fight or flight response triggered and chose 'flight'— but my hands slipped away from your legs as my body started to go limp… my head was soon only kept upwards by your long and slim foot thrusted into it, as I succumbed to the agony in less then 15 seconds after my ribcage deformed. "Gkkhh…khhg…hhuukkhhh…akkhgg…" Came the soft sounds as I continued my path towards the sweet release of unconsciousness with more 'whimper'-like gurgles.

Astrid squeezed harder, even as Rose tapped at her thigh frantically. It was her own lesson, was it not? She squeezed harder still. Hard enough that her back arched and every muscle she had trembled with the effort. She felt those ribs pop and snap like little twigs, each one earning another little noise out of the hyena. She felt her panic. Felt her fear. It was intoxicating. She held on to that crushing hold, until the woman ceased to move. Ceased to try and flee. Until, as Astrid moved her foot, the only movement the woman made was the bobbing of her head as her mouth moved with it. The otter gave one final crushing squeeze, causing a gurgling bubble of blood to form between the hyena's lips and her toes, before it popped. Satisfied that she was actually finished this time, the otter let the woman fall, her broken body slapping into the puddle beneath them with a wet splat into the mess. She pulled herself up, sitting with one leg resting along the broken woman's back, her foot atop her head. The other cushioned her unconscious face, even as blood and drool oozed from the corner of her lips and between Astrid's webbed toes. "Got you, this time... I told you I would."

Your voice fell on deaf, limp ears that were pressing flatly against my furry head. For a long moment... it was finally quiet in the training room. No screaming, no groaning or moaning... just an unconscious yeen letting out soft wet gurgles as her broken ribcage sucked in air through her muzzle, since it couldn't do so through the shattered nostrils. It has been a while since I have been taken out this badly... I certainly wasn't expecting this comeback from a roughed-up, young rookie. My road towards the world of the living was hard. I was in this feedback loop of pain and unconsciousness. Every time I would wake up, the agony would overwhelm me and force me to pass out again. I barely felt something warm trickle down between my legs… that didn't seem to be cum this time… but my shameful release probably wasn't even noticed in that drenched shorts of mine, not after that load of cum erupted from within before. After a few of these trips… I was finally able to escape this hole and start to form conscious thoughts. I felt your curling toes press against my lips and gums... nudging me back to the real world. " "Fuc—*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*" My words were cut short by an agonizing coughing fit, which almost made me pass out once more as my vision went completely white. Copious amounts of blood and drool were coating your foot now, and my right hand slowly lifts itself up to push away that appendage. While my left hand grabs your body to... to do anything. I wasn't in the right state of mind to form plans. So I didn't even realize that I was just holding onto your tail uselessly. My half lided eyes were full of hate, fear and… twisted satisfaction? I was quite proud of you… even when you were actively torturing and humiliating me... or even killing me.

Astrid settles herself carefully beneath the woman's broken body. She almost felt bad. Awful. The more she thought about it, she actually felt downright dreadful, for what she'd done. Looking at Rose so broken and twisted, it made her feel guilty for how aroused it made her. She couldn't help herself, as her mentor clawed her way in and out of consciousness, that she began to pull the woman's clothes from her, peeling her shorts down her strong legs and tossing them to the side with a wet slap. she shifted, letting the woman's body slump the rest of the way to the floor as she pulled her top up and over her head, before she tossed it to join the shorts. In one of those blessed moments when the woman was unconscious, she pushed her over onto her back, letting her chest rise and fall now without having to struggle against the weight of her own body lying on top of her punctured lungs. Astrid licked her lips, surveying the broken woman in front of her as she pushed her broken glasses up the bridge of her crooked nose. She watched the woman struggling for consciousness, struggling for her very life, and the entire time, she chewed on her lip as she debated with herself on her desires and just how wrong of her it would be to act on them. So, she tested the waters, and leaned herself over the body of the woman to flick her tongue against a stiff nipple, before pulling it between her lips and giving it a gentle pull with her teeth.

I must have passed out again for a moment, as when I woke back up, the ceiling lights were blinding me. At least I could breathe again, but even in this new position it wasn't easy, as the blood and excess drool obeyed gravity and tried to go down my throat. I choked on my fluids and spit a few times to my side before I could get some proper air into my damaged lung(s) again. I was vaguely aware that the cold mats now were pressing against my bare ass and back... meaning you have stripped me when I wasn't awake to stop you. Who am I kidding... I was nowhere in the right condition to stop you. I needed a few moments to even will my body back into fighting mode. I just needed to drown out the pain, the exhaustion, and the... "Oooouughmmmmm!" I moaned out weakly as your one good canine tooth pierced the skin of my tit, just enough to bruise it slightly. Oh right, the victor takes the spoils. But despite your clear victory and my previous savagery against you, there was a noticable amount of akwardness, hesitation in you. "Ghm… g-good jobb, love.. you… I knew you had it in you. D-don't be shy… take your p-p-pri-*COUGH*COUGH*" I said before another coughing fit interrupted me.

Astrid winces at the way Rose struggles. She climbs herself up the woman's prone body and ever so tenderly meets her lips with her own. She holds that kiss in a long and tender embrace, before she shifts her body to one side and lies next to her. She lays a hand on the downed woman's belly, the other pushing her hair from her sweaty, pained face. "Don't try to t-t-talk to much. Your ribs are f-fucked..." she said gingerly, before she leaned close to begin pressing little kisses to her neck. The hand against what had once been hard as steel abs now passed over a tenderized belly, brushing along the shattered ribs with a touch so light she didn't even apply pressure to her skin, just skimming the woman's fur. "Thank you for th-this... I didn't think I c-c-could do it." she murmured before she lifted one leg to lay it across the wounded hyena's belly, her calf nestled across the nude woman's crotch as she rested her own dripping slit against her hip. Her naked breasts cupped Rose's shoulder as her lips continued to toy and tease with her neck and ear. Her leg moved, rubbing her calf along the woman's sex as her own ground against her hip with the motion. "The question is wh-what to d-d-do with you now...~"

My brain turned on and off. It was like I was seeing the world in dim, shimmery pictures. My uneven, shallow breathing slowed down after a while, finally letting me just fucking exists without overwhelming pain. You got me good, the second time in fact. And finaly this defeat was finally brought on me by your quick thinking and not my indolence. I felt you tucking against me, cuddling me with soft kisses and gentle teases against my still spamming folds. “Gghuumm….hmm…oOOHHHhhhttiiieee~” I moaned out the nickname I had given you in this delirious state of mine as I neared my second orgasm. My mind was fogged up with pain, lust and the ever-growing need for revenge. I was so proud of you, yet I wanted to stick up the tip of your tail as far it can go into that already widened up pussy hole of yours. Making your stomach bulge, as the fluids cannot escape when you cum and cum and cum… But for the moment, I just turned my head towards you, trying to capture you with my limply parted lips, so my tongue could wrestle yours into sumbusion, just like you did with my body. 

My long tongue dances against yours, while scraping against that one remaining canine teeth of yours for a few moments. Before I gasp and whine into your open mouth. My orgasm was just as wild as the previous one, only the volume of juices were different around your calf muscles. Using the high of the orgasm, I rolled and attempted to shift myself onto top of you. My hands, which were grabbing my own breasts and ribs before… now darted up and towards your neck, squeezing them as I hungrily started to kiss you dominantly. All the while, I straddled your hips and my pussy grinded against your bruised stomach. Right on the spot I kicked into colorfull shades of blue and purple. “I am s-ghmmmmh ...so fucking proud of ya darling…! I didn't think you had it in you. You actualy made me cry~” I said, as I constricted your windpipe without even realizing it, as I just wanted you so badly.

Watching as Rose's body rose into a fever pitch with her touches and teasing, Astrid knew that she would finish again before the otter could tease her... umpteenth release out against her hip. So she focused on the hyena, on giving her something good, in exchange for all the pain she had done. She caught those searching lips with her own, though her tongue was quickly overpowered. She tried her best but it was clear that her best was Rose's broken and half alive, and the woman practically gave her an animalistic groan as she came hard for the second time, gushing across her calf before she pushed the otter onto her back and climbed on top of her. Astrid winced when her pussy met those bruised and hurting abs, but she bit her lip, looking up into her eyes through those crooked, bent, and cracked glasses. She couldn't stop her fluttering heart when those hands found her windpipe, and her body arched a little, pressing her stomach into the hyena's weeping pussy. "Harder..." she choked out, through the squeeze of her windpipe. "..please."

My palms were already squeezing you more and more by the time you croaked out those words. I could feel my fingers reverberating through your constricted neck as you forced out your confusing but all the more arousing request. Poor girl, you were probably not right in the head after that headslam and that orgasm. Or maybe this is who you were, a little slut, who liked getting handled by others. My sides were killing me, but it was soon all but forgotten as I felt my abs get more and more wet against your spasming pussy while I looked at those two barely focusing green orbs under those cracked, broken lenses. "I knew you liked this... you just couldn't wait for me to get back in the driver's seat again, didn't you...? You little masochistic, sadistic cunt~" I cooed out, as my fingers continued to play the part of a python around your neck. My face was soaked in sweat and tears of pain and lust, so I literally FELT the very moment your rasping breathing stopped blowing at my muzzle the instant your windpipe closed up fully. I saw your need rise as well; that wasn't for air~ So I arched my back, pointing my ass in the sky and planting a hard knee on your sex. My knee parted your folds while pressing against that cute little, wet clit of yours, endlessly stimulating you without end and remorse. "Are you going to pass out before you cum, ottie? Should I let you take one, single breath? Or should I just keep squeezing? Not letting go until I feel the tap open under me." I whispered between kisses before biting that cute little, round ear of yours, just to contain my own yet again rising need to rub my aching pussy on that cute, chocolate-brown face. God, I loved when my trainees had that distant look in their eyes. Pushing them to their breaking point never gets old… if they can handle it, they become stronger… if they cannot… well, at least no one else would get to experience the delight of your body.

Astrid’s wide, emerald eyes were glazed with lust and her brain was foggy with it. She couldn’t focus, between the arousal that was bombarding her relentlessly to the fingers that crushed her windpipe, robbing her of much needed oxygen. Her words became less coherent, until she was just burbling, little spit bubbles popping on her lips as she tried to moan. Those abs rubbing against her crotch were enough to get her off, if she just stayed there… she’d even lick them clean after, she promised…… and then Rose arched, that weight cinching her throat shut as that knee rested on her naked and drooling pussy. One hand lifted to pull on the hyena’s hair, not to get her away, but to tease. One hand rose to slap a naked and swinging tit, before her nails raked down her chest and across both breasts, down those soaked, glorious abs. The otter pawed at her aggressor as her eyes began to get heavy, and she really did wonder which would give first. Her orgasm or her consciousness. Her hands became uncoordinated, claws and slaps became brushed and limp taps, until her arm fell limply from Rose’s hair and onto her back, the other dropping to her own naked chest. She fought that darkness as much as she could, her eyes half lidded as her tongue poked from her mouth from the pressure of those hands around her throat. The last thing she thought she felt as the darkness finally drifted over her was, maybe, that final flood of pleasure as her pussy spasmed against that grinding knee, the warm wetness between her legs, and what had to be the biggest, and possibly last, orgasm of her life. This life, anyway.

I held that pose to the last possible second. It looked like the prospect of choking aroused the otter greatly. So it wasn't a surprise when it was becoming obvious that the otter would come first before she passed out. Maybe for good, as I didn't feel like letting go. I wanted to own that body… but that also would rob me of future fights with this cutie. Who knows... maybe she could survive my next finisher; if she does, then she is ready. If she does not… well then it was fun darling, but it1s better if I send her off then some brute. I will let her cum, I will do that much for her, of course. But that will be the last kindness. This world wasn't for soft souls like her. So the second her body tensed up to cum herself dead… I let up. "nuh-uh. Can't let you check out just yet, ottie; I have one more move I would loooove to try out on ya. I always wanted to do that but I never got a jobber so helpless and needy as you are now. So bare with me. Shhhhh. It's ok. After that, I will let you sleep as long as you need.” I say proudly, partly because I managed to survive a rather deadly tit choke of yours and a surprisingly good scissors hold. You showed promise, but now…? It's time to suffer a bit more before the release and rite of passage. I got off of her body slowly, trying not to agitate my broken ribs. Fuck, she even manages to impress me when she is half dead on the ground. After I was up I eyed her broken face for a second. Even without those cute glasses, she was gorgeous. "—Yeah, those aren't focusing on shit.” I commented on her eyes. I enjoyed seeing her so utterly defeated. She surprised me before, but even with my body half broken, I doubted she could do much else to put me out of the game. So… it was time to end it. Astrid was beaten; it was up to me to finish her off.

I made her sit up by grabbing one of her wrists and pulling her up, making her sit on her knees and soles. I let go of her arm, and it neatly fell down right between her legs, as if she tried to finger herself. This position was pretty much replicating the same scene when she, cunt busted me. Only I was standing now. "Come on… it's okay… touch yourself," I said softly as I saw her hesitation. It didn't take much more convincing; she drove right into her cunt with four fingers… the needy slut. As she was busy, I moved behind her and crouched down, slowly sitting down on my ass before I reached forward with my legs and scissored them around her side, crossing my ankle in front of her right after, locking her in. This way I dug my knees just below Astrid's ribcage and found the same ribs there that she cracked inside me. "Feels familiar?" I cooed against her back and then reached forward… and up… with my right arm to get her in a single-armed, rear chokehold. Then I moved my other free arm to force her left arm behind her back. Forcing her to choose. Air… or an orgasm... she can't fight for both with one arm. "You know what to do, ottie. Prove to me that you are more than just a horny jobber. Claw at my hand. I am weaker now, maybe you can get free—" Astrid should find herself being simultaneously body-scissored and choked. While I bent her arm and spine the wrong way, practically snapping her in two. “Or maybe you could touch yourself. Sounds like a good time. I know how horny you are. So come on, just let yourself have one final pleasure, hun! Just squeeze that little button like I am squeezing your ribs… C’mon, cum for me! But don't think I will let go after!” I said against her neck. It was an awkward hold, but it was still effective. It was up to the girl what happens next. Choose your fate, love. I owe her that much after she managed to take me out twice before.

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Astrid managed little more than a pained groan as her limp body was lowered to the floor, folded back on herself as she was. Eyes half lidded, the green iris just peeking beneath, quivering as her brain fought for its life. Drool slathered across her cheek and her chest rose and fell in gasping breaths as her body sucked in the air it desperately needed, even if she wasn’t awake to feel the relief. Or the frustration of her orgasm being denied. Though it was clear that her body hungered, when her arm was dropped down into her own lap, her fingers moved to slip into her needy, wet core. When Rose’s legs slid around her, Astrid knew that she was in more trouble than she had bargained for, and her mind was only just half awake. She whimpered at the pain in her ribs, and the sound only grew louder when her arm was twisted behind her back, only to be strangled out when Rose’s arm snaked around her throat and squeezed tight. She was stuck between two impossible choices, two impossible needs and her body demanded both from her. Screamed for both from her.She gasped and croaked as she tried to buck free, but the fight she thought she gave was little more than some pathetic twitching. Her drool dripped from her lip to roll down Rose’s arm as her head sank forward, then back, as she was crushed in that awkward hold. All she needed to do was to will herself to get those fingers out of her own soaked pussy and fight for her life… but fuck, it felt so good. It felt so good to have the life choked out of her while she touched herself. Filled herself so perfectly, flicked her clit with just the right pressure. She tried to moan, and it left her in a little gurgle as her face turned colors all over again. She screamed at herself to be more than this, to fight for her life. But she couldn’t just stop. She wanted this more than she wanted anything. Her tail lifted, its tip flicking around Rose’s arm. At last, she had thought of something, anything, to be more than a total failure to the woman she was trying to impress. Her will had crumbled to dust as her body was wrenched back and sweet agony filled every part of her. Her orgasm was close, but she couldn’t feel much, beyond the rising tide of pleasure, the crushing arm around her neck, and the weak tug of her tail as she desperately tried to free herself from the sadistic woman’s grasp.

She gasped and croaked as she tried to buck free, but the fight she thought she gave was little more than some pathetic twitching. Her drool dripped from her lip to roll down Rose’s arm as her head sank forward, then back, as she was crushed in that awkward hold. All she needed to do was to will herself to get those fingers out of her own soaked pussy and fight for her life… but fuck, it felt so good. It felt so good to have the life choked out of her while she touched herself. Filled herself so perfectly, flicked her clit with just the right pressure. She tried to moan, and it left her in a little gurgle as her face turned colors all over again. She screamed at herself to be more than this, to fight for her life. But she couldn’t just stop. She wanted this more than she wanted anything. Her tail lifted, its tip flicking around Rose’s arm. At last, she had thought of something, anything, to be more than a total failure to the woman she was trying to impress. Her will had crumbled to dust as her body was wrenched back and sweet agony filled every part of her. Her orgasm was close, but she couldn’t feel much, beyond the rising tide of pleasure, the crushing arm around her neck, and the weak tug of her tail as she desperately tried to free herself from the sadistic woman’s grasp.

With how many times we made each other drool, we could have filled up a bucket by now. My forearm was soaked in her saliva now, even more than her toes and breasts were with my own. This tall beauty didn't have much to offer anymore. Even if I were to let her go. She was done after this choke and edging combo. But some credit was due; it's been like 20 seconds, and she was still with me, albeit barely… and only because of the promises of a mind-shattering orgasm that had been built up these past few minutes now. I could see her toes curl and her ass, toes denting that skintight bottoms of hers as she tried to fight the urge to give up the edge to save herself from shame or something way… way worse. But no. Astrid made her choice to chase after that pleasure. Did she even realize what was happening? Or did the otter just completely give herself to her choking fetish? For a few seconds it seemed it was time to end it. Then her tail appeared in my vision. That muscular appendage was lapping and tapping at my biceps and forearms. How cute. I almost felt bad about what I was going to do now. But there was a reason I trapped her arm. I gave her a choice between life and ecstasy. Yet, her hands were still knuckles deep inside her swollen kitty. "That's cheating and not nearly enough, ottie. But thanks for the helping hand. My arm was just getting tired—" I whispered under her left ear. Before I quickly abandoned the choke when that tail was close enough to my hand and snatched that extra appendage. Pulling it behind her body while it was still coiled around her neck! I even bite down on the very tip, pushing my head upwards to give it an extra tug, constricting her neck further. Then I waited for her body twitches to turn into full-blown body spasms, signaling her… final… release. She did knock me out twice after all. She even cracked my ribs. I owed her that much. So I only cracked her ribs once I was sure she was frying her little brain with an orgasm.

Then I would wait again. I squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. Her hummingbird-like heart beat so hard and fast that I could feel it reverberating in my thighs. For a little while at least. As her movements slowed and grew more lifeless, so did her heart. Thump, thump… thump, thump… thump… thump… thump… ... thump… … thump… … … thump… ... … … ... * "I hope that felt good, cutie…" said gently as I slowly let her go and laid back, with her on me. The back of her head was resting inbetween my breasts, slightly pushing them apart. I gave myself one more self-care by humping my pussy against the base of her tail above her ass. It didn't take long before I squirted on her back and ass. It took me a few minutes before I could stand back up again after that though. During that time. No more reactions came from her. Even her toes stopped twitching. It was over and done but I wanted one more victory pose to conclude the match. So it did as such. Once I was up, I pushed my toes into her mouth, and my pussy happily concluded with twitches that her gaping hole was no longer spasming around my toes. as no gag reflex fired off. "Good match, darling; it's a shame that you were so weak-willed. You might have gotten out… instead you are lying here… getting colder and colder under my feet-" I said, my words were like a whisper in this room that was once filled with lewd moans and desperate gags. I did the final courtesy of finding your glasses and placing them into your now wide-open mouth. Just so that your mangled and brolen glasses were with your broken and mangled body.

Astrid desperately wanted to impress her mentor. She wanted it so badly that it broke her heart, when her own body betrayed her pleading mind. Her fingers couldn’t stop, her body blissfully riding the edge between consciousness and defeat. Bliss and darkness. Rapture and doom. Her tail tried to pull desperately at the arm that was choking her, but it was weak. Cheating was weak, too, and she knew it. And Rose’s response to her attempts told her all that she needed to know, even before her own tail cinched around her throat in place of the hyena’s arm. She was lost, then. There was nothing left for her to do, but what her body refused to cooperate with. Her entire body clenched and shivered and trembled, damp with sweat as her hips arched with the pleasure of her play. The bite to her tail’s tip made her want to cry out in pain and pleasure both, but all she could manage was a weak, choked noise as her whole body began to shut down. There was so little left in her, that the snap of her ribs as Rose crushed her was completely overridden by the sudden wave of pleasure, this one more intense than any of those yet before.

Her cry of rapture was little more than a hiss through clenched teeth as her heart stammered, hammering hard after her exertion, but slow. Slower, until it thumped one final time and her eyes unfocused completely. Her fingers slipped from her drooling kitty as her body sagged against her conqueror’s, spent and broken. Her body slid limply back with Rose’s, lying on top of her like a dead weight, the woman using the broken corpse as her own little toy for a few brief moments before she gushed against the slumped body. Just one more humiliation on top of the others, that she wasn’t there to witness.Her body was pushed aside when Rose stood, and she rolled onto her side, still. The final spasms that had rocked her body had finally subsided, the only movement from her were the various fluids dripping off of her unmoving frame. She was pushed onto her back, flopping limply, before Rose’s cum-soaked toes were pushed into her unresisting mouth as deep as she could push them, without a reaction. As quickly as they had been inserted, they were replaced by the otter’s broken glasses, frames twisted and lens cracked, now coated in her drool as they were pushed into her open mouth.

Astrid lie broken and beaten, every inch of her coated in cum, drool, or sweat, and the puddle under her of the various fluids drenched her thick fur. As Rose stepped from her body, one final twitch rocked her whole frame, one eye clenching, a shoulder rising, abs clenched and toes curled, before she flopped with a wet splat, and, so far as Rose was concerned, was left to never make another move again.