Titboxer In Training (commission); Jasmine vs Masha (Patreon)

This one's a loosely connected commission, but since most of the characters have appeared in the main story I figured I'd post it here rather than creating confusion by posting it on its own. So here’s Jasmine the muscle mouse femdom catching a vulnerable Masha and crushing the hell out of her.

Jasmine sat on a bench in the gym of the expensive hotel. She had been invited to the big event, but she still felt out of place. She had taken part in a meet and greet for titboxing fans, like a sort of small-scale convention. The buff little mouse had technically been a pro, but not many people recognized her. She had a short-lived career with a 0-3 record, so it was to be expected. She was surprised the titboxing league invited her in the first place, but they had a variety of big and small names in attendance. Jasmine had done a lot worse stuff for money since she’d left the league, so she’d accepted all the same.

The beefy mouse sat there among one of the other guests of honor. With the convention over with, they had scattered around the hotel. They were there for another few days before their flight, so they had some time to kill. Being the athletes that they were, many of them were hitting the gym to work out or spar with each other. Jasmine was content to get done with a basic workout and kill the next couple days, checking her messages.

Jasmine had gotten her usual reps in before calling it there. She watched the others, feeling a bit down on herself as she reflected on her flop as a pro. She was buffer than half the women there, but her size had held her back and she just couldn’t get past the ferocity of her first opponents that had torn her apart in the ring and backstage. It was a lot of what had turned her into the aggressive dom of a session wrestler she was.

Jasmine’s attention was mostly fixated on the ring. The big names had their big egos, so there was inevitable competition between them. They’d pair up and spar in the ring, and the current matchup was Astrid Johansen and Masha Nikolaeva. Jasmine kept enough of an eye on the titboxing scene to recognize that she was watching two of the biggest names in the industry going at it. Astrid was the reigning world champ while Masha was a former world champ who held a small variety of titles across her career. The Russian polar bear had gone up against the whale repeatedly and never came out on top.

Today looked to be no different. Astrid took some clean hits but she was simply bigger and stronger than Masha was while not lacking in skill. The big, blue and white bear was steadily reduced to little more than a ragdoll on shaky legs. Her stamina seemed to do her few favors as it just kept her upright for more punishment. It was still just a spar, but it clearly meant something to Masha as she tried to outlast the one-sided beatdown.

While Masha took another slobber-launching punch to the face, Jasmine packed up her gym bag. It was obvious that the Polar Doll was going down once again, and it was obvious the muscular mouse wasn’t going to beat any of the big names at the gathering. Still, she cracked a smile at the thought of dominating Masha all over the ring herself. It was never going to happen, but the bitter and sadistic thought comforted her on her way back to the hotel.

Jasmine returned to her room where she had already unpacked. She quietly noted the second bed with another set of luggage and clothes set around it. Jasmine had been roped in as a last minute idea, so they had to room her with another one of the boxers. The room was spacious enough that she didn’t mind. She barely even thought about it as she showered and changed into some loose shorts and a belly-exposing shirt to relax for the next couple of days. The shared room was a bit bigger than the rest, which meant it included a small, private sauna that she was considering trying to relax in later.

Her disregard for the situation quickly changed when Masha came through the door. The great white beauty was clearly a mess, bruised up and exhausted. Astrid had clearly worked her over pretty badly after Jasmine had left. Even as beaten and drained as she was, Masha managed a weary smile and a wave towards Jasmine.

“Hello there. I’m Masha. I guess we are rooming together,” she greeted in her thick Russian accent.

“Er… yea. I guess so.”

Jasmine was stunned. A few weeks ago, she wouldn’t have imagined being in the same room as Masha, let alone sleeping in it. Jasmine was in another country than the superstars, so it was no surprise that she didn’t recognize the musclebound mouse. Masha trudged into the bathroom, clearly sapped after the beating she went through and just looking to relax.

Jasmine had the opposite idea. Masha was tired, weakened, and entirely unaware of the sadistic scheme running through Jasmine’s head.

When Masha exited the shower, she felt slightly better than earlier. She was still sore and exhausted, but she wanted to get some rest before she passed out from exhaustion. With her fur barely dried off and the warmth still sticking to her skin, she slid on some panties and stepped back into the main room with a draped towel over her shoulders and breasts.

She didn’t expect to see Jasmine waiting for her just outside the bathroom door. Even with nearly a foot of difference in their height, the drained pro flinched at the evil, buck toothed grin on Jasmine’s face. She cracked her knuckles at the end of her bulked up limbs.

“You don’t look so good, champ,” Jasmine pointed out.

The washed up boxer in her was gone. The top tier dominatrix in her had fully taken over. Masha instinctively went for a fighting stance, but even that made her overworked muscles ache. She was completely unprepared for her nasty surprise. As big and powerful as she was, she still felt a chill run down her spine.

“Just think about it, roomie. Two whole days of domming you into the floor. It’ll be a pleasure to personally tear apart the famous Masha.”

Masha made her move, trying to sprint past her. She couldn’t very well leave the room while she was naked, but she didn’t have anything better to try. Jasmine quickly moved and intercepted her, and when Masha threw a clumsy punch at her she was quick to duck under it. She smashed a deep hook into Masha’s abs, and the way her stomach yielded to the blow showed that her thick muscles had clearly been worked over already. Her abs caved in like a cheap roof as spittle and flecks of water from her shower flew from the polar bear’s warm and wet body. Masha immediately lost her breath and doubled over, making her tits flop and dangle. She bent lower than Jasmine stood, and even at a foot shorter than her the muscle mouse smiled down at her.

“Where do you think you’re going? It’s time for a little vacation to Pain Town,” Jasmine threatened.

She grabbed Masha by her silky white hair. The big bear flinched and shook her head, too winded to voice her protest beyond a sorry moan. Jasmine slammed a knee into Masha’s abs, making sure she was down and staying down. She still knew how to hit hard and deep, and it was only amplified by the intense beating she’d taken down at the gym. The mouse’s punches reawakened the aches and pains brought on by Astrid that she’d only just started to recover from.

Jasmine threw Masha by her hair, slamming face into one of the walls. The big bear’s tits connected with a fleshy smack, squashing out her bruised up boobs like two softened mounds of dough. Masha’s shrill cry rang out as her weakened tits sent pain coursing through the rest of her body. Jasmine wasn’t worried about all the noise they were making. The suite had thick walls and was set up far enough away from everyone else’s rooms that they could tear the place apart without anyone overhearing.

Jasmine stepped in behind her, pressing her squat but solid body into Masha’s. Her added weight forced the Russian champ to flatten herself even tighter against the wall, bending her back and crushing her tits harder still. Masha’s brawny arms pushed on the wall, trying to push herself free. Her muscles failed, already shaking with exhaustion and pain from earlier. Her body exploded into fresh agony as Jasmine started smashing short, hard punches into her unexpecting ribs. Her chest heaved, trying to suck in more air as it was knocked out of her. That just made her boobs throb and hurt even more as they pulsed against the wall.

Jasmine pulled her hair back, arching Masha’s back and neck. She winced as her eyes watered from the overwhelming pain as the mouse whispered in her ear.

“Not so tough when you’re not in a ring. Well the gloves are off now, bitch,” the short dom threatened her.

“St-stop,” Masha gasped, choking briefly on the pain in her ribs and coughing out spittle.

Jasmine gave her response in the form of a knee to the crotch. It shot up between Masha’s legs, making her bubble butt bounce from the impact on her pelvis. The buff bear howled as her legs gave out, twitching from the especially precise cheap shot. Jasmine made it a point of hers not to play fair with her victims, and she always knew how to aim right for the clit to maximize their suffering. Masha’s body slid down the wall, the sweaty flesh of her tits squeaking as they went.

With Masha down on her knees, Jasmine spun her around by one meaty shoulder. Masha’s gawking face trailed drooling from her blue lips until she faced the mouse, who suddenly loomed over her in her crouching state. Jasmine grinned and rolled her shoulders, flexing her upper body until her snug top audibly tore at the shoulder straps. She was smaller than Masha overall, but in her current state all that dense muscle was suddenly incredibly intimidating.

“Wonder if that Astrid ass kicking left me any milk,” Jasmine threateningly pondered as she grabbed Masha’s hair.

She pinned the bear’s back against the wall, bracing her there before firing off a rising knee to her tits. It bashed right into Masha’s hard blue nipple, distorting her boob like it had been hit by a cannonball. The furry white flesh warped as it knocked the air out of Masha’s lungs, too crushed to hold enough to breathe. She wheezed helplessly as Jasmine slammed her with more brutal knees to her overworked bust, making it rain sweat and milk. Masha’s muscular arms sagged at her sides, rendered useless from the beatings she was being put through. Jasmine pummeled her right tit until it swelled bigger than usual from all the bruising hits, just to shift legs and do the same to her other side. Masha barely found the breath to huff a short “Uhn!” with each crushing hit.

When Jasmine finished with her punishing blows, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. She had beaten her so hard that Masha’s nipples had been crushed back into her bosom, popping out a few seconds later. Masha grimaced and twitched at the last bit of insulting pain before she collapsed to the floor. She wavered briefly before she landed with her breasts painfully pressed against the floor like uncomfortable pillows.

“Now this looks familiar! The former champ flat on her face! You’ve got me feeling like every other bitch who’s beat your ass all over the ring!” Jasmine cackled down at her.

Masha groaned against the smooth carpet, her gawking drool soaking into the surface. Jasmine knelt down beside her, grabbing one of Masha’s wrists and lifting it to drape her arm over her knee.

“Unlike those bitches, I don’t have no rules or ref here to stop me,” the mouse purred menacingly.

She pulled Masha’s arm, stretching it taut across her raised knee. Jasmine raised and drove her elbow back down, spiking it directly into the buff bear’s upper arm. Masha screamed and spasmed from the pain penetrating her thick arm. The overworked muscles were already bulging and veiny from her long fight, so the sharp strike dug right into her.

“AUGHHHH~! STOP! NO!” Masha howled.

She pawed at the carpet, trying to drag herself away and failing in a pathetic-looking panic. Jasmine just grinned and kept the tortuous strikes coming, smashing down on her muscles like a piledriver. She appeared to be ignoring Masha’s screams of agony but she was actually loving every one of them.

“Beg all you want, you glorified slut! It just makes it more fun for me!”

Jasmine hammered on Masha’s arm until the bear’s eyes watered in pain. The arm was limp in her grasp, mostly because she had tenderized her muscles so deeply that they hurt to move in the slightest. Jasmine let it flop to the floor before stepping in front of Masha, planting one of her heavy feet down on the bear’s desperately outreached hand. She ground her heel on the pro’s fingers, mashing them into the carpet as she squatted over her. Jasmine cupped and lifted the wailing Masha’s chin to make her look up at her.

“Don’t think about getting away either. Cuz I’ll stop you anyway, I’ll just work harder for it. And that’ll just piss me off. Imagine if I actually get mean about it.”

The mouse forced a firm kiss on her mouth. Masha let out a muffled shout of protest and pushed at Jasmine’s chest, but she was too weak to get her away. Jasmine’s tongue invaded her mouth, punching its way inside and shoving her mouth and tongue as it pleased. Masha gagged and coughed out a fresh dose of spit into her tormentor’s mouth.

Jasmine cut it off as she shot a harsh punch down into Masha’s exhausted arm, hitting it with jackhammering blows. The big white bear cried out and trembled, which just made her already aching muscles pulse in fresh agony. She beat her arms until her impressive guns felt like mush and Jasmine walked over her like another part of the carpet. She let one of her bare feet slap against Masha’s face on her way over before sitting on Masha’s back. As short as the was, Jasmine was thick with dense muscle that made her much heavier than one would expect. It put even more pressure on her poor spine and chest, crushing them against the floor as Jasmine grabbed her leg to repeat her process.

She bent one leg back into a half boston crab, bending Masha’s back and thighs up behind her. Jasmine tucked it under her armpit, leaving her hands free to send more brutal downward punches into the back of Masha’s thigh. The malicious mouse loved hearing her pathetic cries and watching her bubble butt bounce with each deep hit. Masha could only beat her fist on the floor to vent some of the pain. Even at her best, she was much more of a boxer than a grappler, so she had no way out of the truly punishing hold.

“I remember when the girls used to do shit like this to me back when I was in the league,” Jasmine mused nostalgically as she raised Masha’s last good leg.

The bear boxer’s limbs trembled weakly, triggering her stinging muscles with her twitching. Jasmine grinned, loving having such a powerful woman as her personal plaything. She let herself go overboard, knowing that a woman with Masha’s build could take a little extra punishment. Jasmine assigned a fist to the back of each leg, pounding her thigh muscles in two rapid barrages. Masha cried out as her voice vibrated from the hard and speedy blows punishing her lower body. It all hit fast enough that it made her bare ass cheeks bounce and clap together, looking like she was twerking against her will as if her body appreciated all the pain.

“That’s more like it. Really feelin’ the burn now, aren’t ya, champ?”

Jasmine pulled up on the waist of Masha’s panties hard enough to wedgie them up between her ass cheeks and pussy lips. Masha cried out at the new form of suffering being put on her. The muscle mouse tore back on it, bouncing it up and down like puppet strings that made the fallen champ’s hips shake at her leisure. The tightened, thinning fabric flossed between her folds, and Masha dully sensed the wetness building in her loins. She was so witless in her battered state that her furry groin responded to anything close to pleasure, and the underwear grinding against her clit was doing the trick. Masha was no stranger to paingasms, but even then there was not much she could do to stop the unwilling arousal.

Jasmine gave her underwear a long, hard pull, stretching it deeper and tighter inside her. With a final yank, Masha’s scream was joined by a loud tearing sound. The fabric ripped right off her, leaving her naked beneath the sadistic rodent.

“You won’t be needing these. For the rest of the weekend, you’re nothing but my weak pain pet.”

Masha pulsed with each huge, heaving breath, making her breasts and muscles ache from that alone. Jasmine finally climbed off her, giving her a moment’s relief before she was grabbed by her arm. Jasmine twisted her by the wrist, bending it behind her back and using it to steer the taller bear. She forced Masja back up to her feet and gave her a harsh shove forward, slamming her into the full body mirror nearby. Masha gave a grunt of fresh pain as her face and tits squished and spread out against the glass. Masha’s blue lipstick left imprints on the glass. Jasmine’s shorter size made it even easier for her to generate the low leverage to push around The beaten bear’s center of gravity from behind her hips. It also forced her blurring vision to focus entirely on herself, seeing the sorry state she was in.

“Whatya think? Does that look like a world champ to you? Looks more like the Polar Punching Bag to me!”

Jasmine thrust her muscular hips against Masha’s ass, pinning her fully against the mirror. Her sweat and milk stained the glass while her sore nipples were dragged over the smooth, cool surface. With Jasmine’s squat bulk pressing her full body against the mirror, even her pussy connected with it with a firm, damp splat. Masha moaned miserably through what looked like her humping own humiliated reflection.

Masha was powerless to break out of the position until Jasmine forcefully turned her around.

The busty boxer stumbled around, heavy arms dangling powerlessly while her fur and hair remained a sweaty mess. She was a perfect target for Jasmine to snap a mighty punch straight into her nipple. Masha released a spray of shocked spit with her latest cry of agony, but they only encouraged Jasmien to keep the beating coming.

Masha’s legs shook and weakened, ready to let herself drop. They struggled to stay up out of her fighting instinct where going down meant defeat, but being fresh off a defeat she didn’t have much left in the tank. Her body kept starting to collapse but Jasmine kept her standing with heavy and precise punches. They rocked Masha’s body one way or the other, juggling her in place with her fists connecting with thundering blows to her boobs. Her precise punches manipulated the buff polar bear into a drunken dance with every meaty strike to her famous chest. They squashed and smacked together like Jasmine’s fleshy stress balls.

“UGH! UHN! St-stop!” Masha managed to choke out between the breaths knocked out of her.

She mustered all the strength she could, making her already bulging arm swell with effort. She threw a heavy, clumsy punch at Jasmine’s face, but it was the only kind she could manage at this rate. Jasmine sidestepped around it with ease, flashing Masha a bucktoothed grin.

“This is where I’ve got experience you don’t,” she jeered as Masha stumbled along with her exhausted swing.

“You fight on a level playing field. I’m used to crushing weak bitches like you.”

Jasmine buried a hook deep into the side of Masha’s belly. The once firm abs caved like soft clay as Masha hacked up another mouthful of spit. She flew back as the mousegirl finally knocked her over, putting the bear flat on her back across the nearest one of their large beds. Masha landed with her legs splayed out and her tits wobbling to an unsteady stop atop her chest. The mild moans were all that indicated she wasn’t completely knocked out.

“Bedtime already? You must be really tuckered out there, champ. Or maybe you’re just that big of a slut. Is this all it takes to get you in bed?”

Jasmine loomed over her, spitting on Masha’s battered tits. Even the barely tangible reminder of them made Masha flinch and the constant ache pulse through the rest of her body. Jasmine climbed onto the bed, mounting Masha brazenly as she planted her hips on top of her exposed and messy pussy. The mighty polar bear moaned and shook her head, weakly trying to wriggle even an inch away from her resident tormentor.

“Oh what? No goodnight kiss from my new punch buddy?” Jasmine jeered.

She leaned down low to lay almost parallel to Masha, kissing her full on the mouth. She forced her tongue into the white bear’s muzzle, sealing her lips around Masha’s messy blue lipstick. She let out some muffled whimpers through her nose, considering that her mouth was completely consumed by Jasmine’s. The mouse sucked on her tongue, capturing it as her own whipped and grappled with the bear’s. Even her own mouth wasn’t safe for her as Jasmine invaded it and pinned her tongue against the back of her throat or walls of her cheeks. Her large, muscular breasts and pecs pushed down on Masha’s, combining with gravity to form an agonizingly crushing force to pin her down.

It only got worse when Jasmine resumed her punching. She had kept her back arched enough to leave Masha’s abs still exposed and easy pickings for her fists. The meaty smacks hit noisily, almost a crunching sound as the hard knuckles pushed through the softened muscle. The visceral sounds of her beating would have been drowned out if not for Masha’s mouth being busy getting dominated by Jasmine’s. Her nauseous grunts were blurted out into Jasmine’s lips, getting consumed by the sadistic mouse’s grim chuckle. She pursed her lips, interrupting the kiss just to bite on Masha’s lower lip with her large front teeth. The bear’s mouth gawked open just to cry out, the heavy mouse’s powerful bust squeezing the whines out of her like a busty tube of toothpaste.

With a proud smack of her lips, Jasmine finally broke off her stolen kiss. She shifted her weight back, lifting up one of Masha’s limp legs for her. Just the act of stretching her out like that made her battered thigh muscles burn with effort. Jasmine clenched her fist tight before smashing it into Masha’s pussy. It hit right on target with a splash of wet, exposed flesh. Masha’s body bucked violently from the deep low blow, feeling like she could sense each of Jasmine’s invasive knuckles against her tenderized womanhood. She moaned and tried to reach protectively for her crotch. Jasmine still hadn’t removed her fist and Masha certainly didn’t have the strength left in her to make her move. The mouse twisted her wrist around, grinding her knuckles all over her victim’s clit and pussy.

“Nothin’ like a little fist massage, huh? That’ll crush the paingasm right out of ya,” Jasmine boasted.

She planted her fist deeper inside Masha, trapping her swollen and aching clit between her knuckles. She flexed her fingers to make them shift and dance like miniature punches pummeling her hypersensitive clit. Even the smallest gesture made her overworked body spasm with fresh and intimate agony.

“This must be the only way you can get off at this point! Why is it every time you’re cumming in public, you’re getting your ass beat? You really are just a subby little bitch to the core. Can’t get off without a couple fists inside you?”

Jasmine made her fist pump rapidly, sending small but increasingly harsh uppercuts inside her slit. Masha’s body rocked on the bed, spilling her pussy juices past the femdom’s fist and onto the bed. Soon she was pulling back a couple inches at a time for the harsh fisting. Masha’s cries of pain reached a passionate pitch until it broke into an orgasmic scream. She arched her back, lifting her hips off the bed to spray her unwilling paingasm over Jasmine’s fist and biceps.

“Theeere ya go. Don’t you just love letting your real self out like that? Nothin’ but tits and cum in you, painslut.”

Jasmine milked her pussy for all it had before she relented with her fist. She shifted to two fingers, thrusting them inside with Masha’s clit caught between them. She lazily waggled her fingers while pinching them on either side of her swollen nub. Masha shuddered like it was hard-wired to her brain, making her uncontrollably hump Jasmine’s intrusive fingers. The mouse flexed her thumb and forefinger, pinching around Masha’s clit. Her hammering pulse throbbed between the crushing fingers, crudely puppeting the bear’s limp body with her shuddering. Masha couldn’t think of anything but the pain in her privates until she arched her back, squirting a submissive orgasm over Jasmine’s intrusive fist. The Polar Doll’s jaw draped open, cumming and drooling all over herself until she fell back in a heap on the bed. The muscle mouse pulled her hand back out of her to cut off her loveless fingering.

“Face it. You’re just too weak to cum like a normal woman. It’s pain or nothing for you at this point, you dirty little freak.”

Jasmine looked up to Masha’s face, but she was completely slack jawed with her eyes rolled back into her head. Jasmine gave a bemused sniff of a laugh.

“Guess even my new Doll’s got her limits. Good to know,” she noted.

She swung her legs off the bed, leaving the KOed Masha alone for the time being.

“Cuz today was just the warmup. I’m not gonna let up on the one good shot I’ve got at the big bear herself, and I’m done experimenting.”

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Jasmine slept soundly that night, even with the excitement of knowing what was to come. She was up before Masha, who was even more exhausted than she was. Jasmine arranged a few things in preparation before she stripped down, climbing onto Masha’s bed, taking her time aiming, and then stomping her heel right down on Masha’s pelvis.

It was the perfect wakeup call, as far as Jasmine was concerned. Masha snapped back into consciousness, immediately gushing another paingasm. She woke up to more blinding pain and uncomfortable arousal, with some of her aches having developed into full fledged bruises overnight. The uneasy sleep hadn’t done her much good, only numbing her aches and pains from the previous day. They were merely bearable now, still too weak to even question fighting back against her captor.

“Rise and shine, champ! We got a long day of fun ahead of us!” Jasmine boomed.

Masha wailed and rolled in place, trying to cup her crotch. Jasmine’s foot was already firmly in place, grinding her foot over her pussy. The sloppy squishing sounds came from the mouse flexing her toes, rubbing and pinching Masha’s labia underfoot. Masha grabbed at the blankets and writhed beneath her, trying and failing to crawl out from under her.

“Oh come on! I arranged this wakeup call just for you,” Jasmine teased her.

She stepped over Masha, stepping on her abs and tits before reaching her face. Her cummy foot smeared over the bear’s nose and mouth, haunting her with the musky flavors of her own juices. The pussy juices stuck to her face fur, stinging her nostrils were here conquered musk. Jasmine drummed her toes on Masha’s face, the wet foot slapping her around.

“Come on, dollface. It’s time for your breakfast.”

Jasmine pressed her sole down on the side of Masha’s face, pinning her by one cheek underfoot.  I tilted her head to one side to see a cart of food that Jasmine had ordered while she was out cold. She’d taken care to be sure that they left it to her at the door so they couldn’t check up on Masha. The bear knew she needed food but she was too sore and groggy to actually feel hungry. It wasn’t meant for her anyway as Jasmine stuffed her front half of her foot into Masha’s mouth.

“So dig in, loser! You’re not eating anything that I don’t say so, and I’m saying start sucking!”

Masha choked out some protests, but all it did was make her lips and tongue over Jasmine’s intruding toes. She unwillingly sucked on them, drooling on herself as she cleaned her own cum from Jasmine’s feet. The pro boxer whined and writhed, just to choke on Jasmine’s grinding foot, starting to realize she had no way out of this except through the cruel dominatrix.

“Good girl!” Jas laughed, popping her foot free from her mouth.

She slapped her with the wet foot, knocking her head back and forth before throwing a sharp kick into her ribs. Masha let out a husky shout as her aches flared up in the side of her tits. She was knocked aside and fell to the floor, landing flat on her tits with her arms too weak to stop herself. She groaned miserably, boosting herself up on one elbow until she could see Jasmine standing in front of her. She held a plate of pancakes, just to set it on the floor and slid it over to Masha with her foot.

“Go on. Eat it up like a good little pet bitch,” Jasmine ordered.

She folded her buff arms across her chest, staring down Masha with a cruel smirk. She didn’t need to threaten her with what would happen if she didn’t obey her, but Masha still knew she could easily do worse. The proud boxer crawled over on her forearms and reached for the plate, only for Jasmine to kick her hand away. The polar bear grimaced as she saw what she’d feared was true. Acting to her abducting mistress’ wishes, Masha gingerly lowered her head to the plate and started taking bites with nothing but her mouth. She looked and felt like a pet dog eating out of its dish, her humiliation making her cheeks burn red as Jasmine laughed out loud at her.

“Wow! This must be a new low for you! Even those beefy arms of yours can’t help you now. But I’ve seen some of your matches, and I’ve seen what some of those girl do to you on live TV! I’ll have to step up my game if I’m going to keep up with the pros that fuck you up for your job!”

Masha whimpered as she went on eating. Even her throat and jaw were sore from her beating, but she managed to choke down her messy breakfast. Jasmine squatted down to watch her finish her food, and once she had she grabbed Masha by her hair. She shoved her face into the plate, grinding her nose into the crumbs and syrup.

“Clean your plate, ya dumb beast. You’re gonna need that strength for the shit I’m about to put you through. Lick it up like the good little whore you are.”

Masha mewled and rolled out her tongue, licking the plate clean until her tongue was dry. She panted breathlessly, her sore boobs still swelling out beneath her heavy torso. Jasmine reached back to the tray, getting another serving of pancakes. She sat down in front of Masha, spreading her powerful thighs. She set down the next course of her breakfast on her muscled legs and abs, smirking at her expectantly.

“Go on,” she said, half challenge and half threat.

“I want them spotless. And don’t try stalling, cuz that stuff sinks in. You don’t want to get stuck sucking the syrup out of my fur.”

Masha dragged herself forward, meekly starting to eat off of Jasmine’s dominant muscles. The short woman’s thighs were thick and powerful, forcing Masha to have to lick crumbs and syrup from between the curves of her muscles. She spared a cowering look up at Jasmine, who watched with cruel satisfaction. Her muscles twitched with excitement, serving as another silent threat towards Masha. The big bear lowered her gaze and went on sucking up her malicious meal that baited her into worshiping the mouse’s muscles. When she went licking up her abs, Jasmine hummed in pleasure. Her position crawling between her legs left Masha’s dragging tits resting against the femdom’s crotch, her hard nipples teasing Jasmine’s slit. She was wet with arousal, of course, having one of the toughest women alive serving her like a pet.

At least the humiliating feeling was better than the pain that followed. Jasmine suddenly squeezed her thighs together, crushing Masha’s sore and sagging boobs between them. Masha howled in agony as the tender orbs were mashed together between the short but powerful legs. The boxing bear tried to flop around but she was held tight by the breast scissor.

“What? You never have milk with your breakfast? It does a body good, right?” Jasmine taunted her.

She flexed her arms, making them swell while perking up her own powerful tits. It flaunted them while Masha was left so weakened, feeling her strength and womanhood being robbed from her. When Jasmine parted her legs again, her inner thighs were streaked with a fresh white stain from Masha’s milk. The champ recoiled to clutch her breast while still slumped on the floor, but Jasmine pulled her hair to force her back between her legs.

“Clean your plate,” Jasmine intoned sternly as she dragged Masha’s face across her thigh muscles.

Masha whimpered and shook her head. Jasmine gave a harsh twist of her hair, grinding her thumb against one of Masha’s protruding round ears. It made her wail in pain, which forced her mouth open for Jasmine to forcefully drag the champ’s tongue across her sweetened thighs. Masha moaned and gagged, but the mouse just wrapped her muscular thighs around the bear’s neck. She squeezed them hard, cutting off her air to make her mouth fly open to gasp for air. Masha’s eyes could be seen going wide, frantically darting and rolling around as Jasmine forced her to eat her out. She rolled her hips, fucking Masha’s face as she smeared her pussy over her nose and tongue. Masha snorted and choked when her abundant juices went up her dark nostrils. She grabbed at Jasmine’s legs to try and pull her way free, but she was still too powerless to do anything but lick and huff her captor’s snatch.

Before Masha could get too lightheaded, Jasmine finally relented the head scissor. Masha wheezed loudly, bracing herself on her palms while her muscular arms quivered just from trying to hold herself up. She coughed on the lingering taste of Jasmine’s sweat and sexual juices until Jasmine strode around her, relishing the view before she kicked Masha in the ass.

“Crawl, whore. You’ve made such a mess that I think we need to clean ourselves up a bit before it’s proper playtime.”

Masha grunted but forced herself to crawl on her hands and knees. When that proved too slow for the pushy mouse, Jasmine formed a claw with one hand and buried her fingers into Masha’s ass and pussy. Masha screamed and clumsily hurried up with her dom forcing her along with her brutal handhold. Masha’s eyes watered as she reacted out of instinct, hurrying so much that she didn’t realize where she was being led until it was too late.

Jasmine threw open the door to the sauna and a dense wall of muggy heat nearly slapped Masha in the face. Masha was already sweating and exhausted, so the sudden spike in the temperature made the polar bear feel even worse. She tried to recoil, but she only backed into Jasmine’s deeply stuffed fingers. She let out a miserable cry, grabbing at the doorframe and trying to push herself away.

“Oh don’t be such a baby. You’re already sweating like a hog, and your face is a mess of syrup and pussy. Let’s get you a nice steamy rubdown!”

Masha rose to her knees trying to pull herself away, knowing she wouldn’t last long trapped in the steam room with the short bruiser. Jasmine immediately caught her, wrapping a thick arm around her chest to force her backward.

“No… stop!” Masha gasped as she pushed at Jasmine’s solid arm.

Jasmine quickly overpowered her, grabbing her in both arms and mashing her chest into her to body Masha back into the sauna. Not only was she already exhausted, but her struggling only made things worse by burning up energy she didn’t have. Not only did the steamy air make things harder on the chilly Russian, but she was completely leaned up against another warm body. Sharing their body heat made Masha warm up even faster, especially when Jasmine squeezed her in a tight, crushing bearhug. Their breasts squished together, with Jasmine’s fresher chest drilling into Masha’s tired out pair. Masha’s legs gave out beneath her, hanging weakly and sweating buckets in the shorter fighter’s grip.

so by the time Jasmine shoved her onto one of the wooden benches, her fur was matted with sweat. Masha ragdolled against the wall, already huffing huge breaths as she tried to control her body temperature. Her body convulsed, making her muscles burn up while she slumped there with her weakened legs spreading out, exposing her immensely vulnerable body. Even her swollen and sore clit poked out through her pubic fur.

“Ahh… ain’t this nice? Nothing like a good deep sweat to loosen you up, huh?”

Jasmine stretched her arms over her head, tightening her every intimidating muscle. Even without the previous day’s beating, she was much more comfortable with the sauna than a winded polar bear. Masha could barely move as all her strength seemed to leak out through her sweat. Jasmine strode confidently in front of her before slamming a knee up between her legs. The fleshy blue bud of her clit served as a perfect target as the mouse crushed it into Masha’s pelvis. The champ bucked forward with a sound of choking agony, but Jasmine was quick to catch her. Masha trembled in another sudden and invasive paingasm as Jasmine sealed her into a headlock.

“See? Knew you’d love it,” Jasmine purred ominously.

She ground her knee into Masha’s groin, rubbing it in a maddening agony with the confusing dose of arousal that kept the bigger bear crippled. Masha coughed and drooled, gaining precious little air between the dom’s muscles. They hardened around her neck, mashing her face into Jasmine’s underarm. Her sweating wasn’t as intense as Masha’s, but the sour scent of the dominant woman aggressively attacked her nostrils while their shared body heat only made her hotter. Masha slumped weakly in Jasmine’s grip, sweat absolutely pouring off of her as she started to get lightheaded.

“Damn! You sweat like a polar pig! It’s like I’m wringing out a towel over here!”

Jasmine taunted the weakened champ as she heaved in her grip, huffing down the growing musk of their sweat. The mouse sent some sharp, mocking slaps to Masha’s dangling tits. They stung and sounded especially loud with her fur so entirely wet, but Masha could barely even shudder with her entire body tired, sore and aching.

Masha was left to let her tits bounce around to Jasmine’s cruelly playful swats until she was shoved onto one of the benches. One arm flopped limply over the side as Jasmine sat on the other end, straddling the bench and Masha’s face all at once. The mouse lowered her muscular ass over the big bear’s muzzle, forcing her to bury her nose between her sweaty cheeks. Masha gave a miserable cry, but Jasmine rolled her hips to drag her ass across her snout and over her mouth. She pushed her weight down firmly, stuffing Masha’s muzzle  into her slit.

“Better drink up if you’re feeling thirsty, slut,” Jasmine warned.

She ran her fingernails over the tips of Masha’s upturned tits, making her tone even more menacing by backing up her words. The light touch was all it took to make the bruised up boobs burn with refreshed pain. Masha’s mouth fell open to gasp but stayed open to desperately lick inside Jasmine. The crushing heat of the room combined with her smothering hips made the champ willing to do anything to escape. She stuffed her mouth deeper into the mouse’s snatch, licking and sucking at her womanhood in reckless worship. Jasmine moaned appreciatively, clearly loving it as much as the celebrity boxer hated it. Masha was too afraid for her safety to do anything else but keep eating her out, letting the muscle mouse ride her face at her leisure. Jasmine groped and pulled at her tits, molding them about like a cat making itself comfortable. Pathetic droplets of milk wept down their curves, watered down by her streams of sweat.

“Mmm… there you go. You are a way better fuck than you are a boxer,” Jasmine taunted her.

“I’d match whatever they pay you here to turn you into my personal sex toy, but you know you’re not worth that much, you puffed up fake. Just open wide and take what’s coming to you…”

With a short grunt, Jasmine’s hips pushed hard into Masha. She buried the bear in the choking heat of her pussy, thighs crushing her nose as she orgasmed on her face. The thick juices slapped Masha in the face, clogging her nostrils and throat with her musky cum. Her strong lower body kept Masha pinned perfectly still, only able to thrash with her lower body. Jasmine humped her face, riding her out until she was good and finished. A thick coating of her cum was rubbed all over Masha’s face, feeling like she couldn’t wash out the smell of sweat and sex for days. Jasmine let out a content moan, reaching up to stretch her arms over her head and bulging her back muscles at Masha.

“Hellllll yea. How about that, champ? A hotel, a steam bath, a facial… it’s a regular day at the spa, isn’t it?”

Masha let out a weak, wet cough. She was truly drained, eyes fluttering as the steaming hot polar bear was left completely unable to react. She laid on her back, seemingly ready to drown in Jasmine’s musk until the mouse finally got off of her. Her relief was momentary as Jasmine grabbed one of her muscular arms by the wrist. She clearly had no fear of the once powerful boxer in her current state, dragging her by the limb like an oversized stuffed animal. Masha could only flop off the bench and get dragged across the floor, her soaked flesh squeaking across the tiles as even her lolled out tongue wiped across it.

The first breath of the fresh, cool air of the hotel room was like a painful shock. She gasped and coughed, dripping with sweat but feeling so intensely dry. She withdrew her panting tongue back from the hotel room carpet, just for Jasmine to lift her off the floor. She slung Masha’s limp arm over her shoulder before stooping down, hefting the bigger bear’s whole body across her back. Jasmine’s powerful hands gripped onto Masha’s thighs and neck, stretching Masha out so that she was bent across her broad and sturdy shoulders. Her spine and ribs ached, wheezing dry breaths by one of Jasmine’s round ears.

“You really are a thirsty bitch,” Hasmine scoffed.

“You were sweating buckets in there, so no wonder. I’ll tell you what… let’s make this easy on the both of us.”

Jasmine tossed Masha onto the bed. She bounced to an uncomfortable stop as she splayed out across the mattress. The mouse went to their fridge and took out a bottle of water. She took a satisfying gulp and came back towards Masha. The champ was cooling off but she was still dehydrated, making her muscles especially taut despite her incredibly weakened state. She reached for the bottle in Jasmine’s hand pleadingly, barely able to lift her hand off the bed for a second at a time. The dom gave the bottle a flaunting wave.

“You want this? You get a drink if you give me a tongue bath. I don’t know about you, but I worked up a real sweat in there.”

Jasmine raised a muscular leg, planting her foot on the edge of the bed in front of her. She tapped a big toe on Masha’s nose firmly enough to make her flinch. She could feel, smell and taste the sweat she’d promised. Masha’s lip curled in distaste, but her throat burned with thirst. She rolled out her tongue and licked over the top of Jasmine’s foot like a humbled pet. The strongstack mouse smirked and bent over, pouring some water over her foot. Even tainted by her skin, Masha hurried to lap it up.

“There’s a good bitch,” Jasmine chuckled.

She poured some more of the water on Masha’s head. The mocking gesture still cooled her off, rewarding the great white champ enough that she kept licking as her only means of getting a drink. She went on sucking Jasmine’s toes to get any moisture she could. Jasmine smirked and led Masha’s mouth higher, trickling water up her muscular thighs. Masha predictably followed her lead, locking her lips around anything that Jasmine left enough water pooled on. It sour with her sweat but Masha mindlessly drank and sucked wherever it went, breathing heavily with an unwelcome appreciation that came with her minor rehydration.

Jasmine experimentally led her along, enjoying the view of the fallen champ licking her all over. Her tongue polished up the mouse’s thighs and abs, and she took some time to flex her thighs together and form a shallow pool that forced Masha to drink from her pussy like it was a dog dish. She added a generous dose to her breasts, the cool water reacting quickly to her warm skin and hardening her nipple. Masha moaned submissively as she sucked on her breasts, miserably adding Jasmine’s milk to help restore whatever she could of her fluids. One she’d gotten a good mouthful of each of the muscular breasts, Jasmine didn’t bother baiting her with the water. She set it on the nearby nightstand and pulled on Masha’s hair, forcing her face deep into her underarm. Masha moaned as her snout was met with the densely muscled armpit, but her mouth was on autopilot. It was already rolling out and lapping at Jasmine’s pits, sucking the sweat out of her fur. The sour taste meant that at least she was inflicting the punishment on herself rather than taking Jasmine’s wrath, bringing a gut-wrenching kind of satisfaction to the nasty taste.

Once Jasmine had forced Masha to orally scrub out her armpits, she pulled sharply up on her hair. The bear was brought face to face with her captor before the mouse forced a deep kiss on her. Jasmine’s invading tongue stuffed itself into her throat, slapping and shoving Masha’s around in her own mouth. Masha wailed and whined as Jasmine ignored the taste of her own sweat; the idea of rubbing it around Masha’s mouth even worse was more than worth it. The drained champ choked on her kiss, coughing and drooling over herself with what little saliva overflowed past Jasmine’s locked lips. The mouse gave a firm bite down, pinching Masha’s lower lip between her buck teeth and lower set. She drew back, pulling on it with her bite to make her drool spill out on her chest. Jasmine grinned up close to her as she picked the bottle back up. She clutched Masha’s jaw and forced her mouth open, dumping the rest of it unceremoniously down her throat. The sudden intrusion made Masha gag, shaking and recoiling as soon as Jasmine let her go. She fell to the bed, coughing and choking down the hard-earned drink as she clutched her throat. She was still barely able to move, but it was a start.

It wasn’t enough to stop Jasmine, of course. The buff mouse grabbed her around the neck, forcing Masha up on her shaky legs. She sagged in Jasmine’s grasp, but the femdom held her steady in a crushing headlock. Masha gasped as her thick ass stuck out behind her. Jas reached between her legs, digging her flexing fingers into her pussy to grip her privates in a deep claw. Her gasp turned to a husky howl as she was left completely at her captor’s mercy, bent far over to fit under the strongstack’s arm.

“I knew you could barely box, but I figured you’d be even more pathetic at wrestling.”

Jasmine lifted her up until she was completely upside down. The tall ceilings of the hotel allowed her to hold Masha up in a vertical suplex position, her greedy hands gripping tightly on her crotch and neck. The boxing bear gave a startled howl as the blood rushed to her brain. The rest of the fluids she was drenched in similarly ran down her skin to trickle over her face. Masha writhed uselessly in Jasmine’s harsh grip while the mouse laughed at her.

“Havin’ fun up there? Cuz we’re goin’ for a ride!” Jasmine crowed.

She let herself drop over backward, hurling Masha back over her shoulders. The busty boxer landed flat on her back with a booming impact. The carpet did little to cushion her fall  as she screamed as loud as her weary lungs could manage. She arched her back, clutching at her aching spine.

“Damn, girl! You’re a real screamer, huh?” Jasmine laughed like Masha’s pain was the peak of comedy.

The muscledom crawled over on her knees and grabbed one of Masha’s arms, pulling it behind her back. Masha shook her head, panting a few pleading words.

“No… no, please… stop!” she wailed as Jasmine grabbed one of her legs to match.

She pulled both backward as she extended one knee. It dragged Masha towards her and forced her back up against her powerful knee, drilling into her spine as the more powerful limbs drew her back in deeper. Masha arched and let out a mix of screams and sobs, her outthrust breasts jiggling with her pained noises. Her back cracked as Jasmine bent her around like a living bow and arrow.

“Wow, you’re so stiff and shitty. You can barely fight but you still remind me so much of an overstuffed punching bag. Seriously, you suck ass at this more than you sucked my actual ass!”

She pulled harder on Masha’s arm and leg, making her own muscles bulge. She toyed with the powerlessly muscular limbs like she was doing nothing more than testing the flexibility on an action figure. The forced spread of her legs left Masha’s dripping wet pussy weakly leak on the floor.

Jasmine released the hold, only because she grew bored with it. She stood back up and admired her handiwork while Masha sobbed on the floor. Jasmine’s sadistic smile just grew wider from seeing the champ suffering so much at her hands, and she couldn’t hold back for long. She leapt up and extended one beefy arm, making her heavy elbow come crashing down on both of Masha’s tits. The painfully precise move made the Polar Doll huff hugely, her big body bucking while her nipples swelled into painful peaks. Their tips puckered as if preparing to spew out geysers of milk but she was fully tapped from her long day of beatings. Jasmine ground her elbow into her chest, flattening and grinding her boobs around before making her way lower.

“I gotta admit, dollface. You’re basically fulfilling a lot of my bucket list,” Jasmine taunted as she grabbed Masha by the ankles.

She knelt in front of her and shoved her legs in opposite directions, forcing her into a laying split. Masha screamed again, not even able to reach out to stop her. The great white beauty just clawed at her hair from the maddening pain in her overworked pussy and thighs. Jasmine didn’t linger long, skillfully transitioning into a figure four leglock. She looped her legs between Masha’s, flexing her leg muscles to force the bear’s into painful new angles. They were powerless to resist her, making the downed champ tremble as much as she could within her strong hold. Jasmine just flexed and raised her limbs, arching Masha’s back off the floor as she lifted her lower half with just her legs. She even extended her toes, rubbing Masha’s defenseless pussy with her larger digits. Masha wailed miserably, but it was tainted by submissive lust as Jasmine’s largest toes pinched around her clit. The bear’s pussy was completely soaked with old cum, draining what few precious fluids she had left in her as she shook and orgasmed again. Even her trembling and squirting hurt her as it made her body shake, making her legs push painfully against Jasmine’s bending hold.

“It’s so fuckin’ funny to see how pathetic you are right now. Supposed to be a top tier fighter but you can’t wrestle for shit. Well let me give you a little tour around the ring, you punchdrunk bimbo.”

Masha shook her head, pleading “No” for what must have been the hundredth time since they’d arrived. Jasmine ignored her, of course, turning towards one side to flop Masha onto her stomach. The mouse climbed onto the bear’s back, releasing her legs but with her dense weight pushing down on the middle of Masha’s back. It crushed her bruised up tits beneath their combined pressure, forcing the flesh to squeeze out to either side of her body. Masha’s mouth was stuck in a gawking howl of pain until Jasmine reached down to grab her by the throat. She pulled up harshly, making Masha choke and sputter. She drooled over her smeared blue lips as Jasmine forced her to look up at her, bending her neck almost straight up to do so.

“Where’s my fuckin’ thank you, you rude little slut?” Jasmine demanded sinisterly.

“I’m showing you all my best moves all weekend long and making you cum your brains out in a fancy hotel, and you don’t even have the decency to thank me after all that?”

She brought a sharp slap across Masha’s face. Something that wouldn’t have phased her at her best, but in such a dazed and hurt state she flinched like a subdued pet. Jasmine squeezed her throat tighter, glaring at her expectantly. It was getting harder for Masha to even choke down a breath, so she didn’t have much choice.

“Th-thug yhuk,” she gagged through Jasmine’s clutching fingers, drooling all over her chin in the process of trying to speak.

Jasmine raised her hand again, making Masha flinch. This time she patted her cheek condescendingly.

“There you go. Was that so hard, you big ugly goon?”

Masha’s eyes watered up with shame, but Jasmine callously wrapped her whole arm around her neck. She flexed her bicep to shove the hard muscle into Masha’s throat while she  forced her into a sloppy kiss. The bear had to bend over backward to meet her as Jasmine added her own thick saliva to mix in her mouth. Her boobs were thrust out in front of her as they lifted off the floor, drooping powerlessly without her milk and with her pecs so severely weakened. Jasmine’s bicep bounced excitedly, landing what felt like miniature punches into Masha’s gagging neck.

Jasmine kept her lips locked onto hers as she stood up, dragging Masha along for the ride. The bear couldn’t stand at her full height in the shorter woman’s chokehold, not that she had the strength to stay up on her own. Jasmine had little trouble lifting up the limp bodybuilder over her head, letting her limbs dangle uselessly for a moment before swinging her back down. She extended a knee so that Masha’s brutalized back landed across it, making her scream herself hoarse as it connected with a nasty cracking sound. The busty bear’s back arched across her leg, hanging limply like a cooked piece of spaghetti despite all her impressive muscles. Her bruised up abs stretched out towards the sky while her drained tits sagged up towards her own face. Jasmine planted a hand under her chin, holding her in the backbreaker while pushing her deeper into it. Her other hand went down to stuff three fingers into her pussy, leaving her thumb to firmly press on her clit. Masha could only muster some wordless sobs that were drowned out by mindless moans.

“See? It’s all about the pain and pleasure with you painsluts. Tease ‘em just right and you’re too stupid and horny to even fight back.”

She rubbed her thumb around harder, pinning Masha’s clit like she was trying to flatten the hypersensitive nub. Masha somehow kept creating more wetness for her, and screamed bloody murder as her next paingasm was milked out of her. Her arched position sent her cum squirting out like a fountain several inches across the room. Jasmine grinned proudly before giving her pussy a firm spank, making her body spasm from head to toe with intimate pain.

“Thatta girl! Now c’mon. I got one more I’ve been dying to do to ya.”

The dominating mouse shoved Masha off her lap like an old blanket. She fell just as messily to the floor as Jasmine forced her onto her stomach and sat on her back. Unlike the last time, she kept facing her legs and pulled them up under her sweaty armpits. Jasmine’s iron-like arms flexed hard, locking them in place and leaning backward. The double boston crab bent Masha’s legs up and back until they were hovering around her shoulders, Jasmine’s bare, tight ass pinning her head down. Masha howled weakly, beating her fists on the floor and trying to drag herself away with zero effect.

“Aww, don’t go cryin’ already,” Jasmine cooed mockingly. “This is just the warmup! Lemme crank it up a little.”

Jasmine leaned back even further. Masha’s spine was already aching and warped out of shape,  but the mouse bent her into a full C-shape. She only pushed further, dragging and bending Masha’s legs around until they felt like they might pop right out of her hips. Jasmine was soon sitting completely on Masha’s head, her pussy juices leaking into the bear’s hair. She pulled Masha’s feet back so far that amongst all the cracking and stretching noises coming from her body and the blinding pain in her back and thighs, she felt her own toes touching her ears. Jasmine had practically folded her in half in a hold too painful for the wailing bear to comprehend. She was stuck in place, numbly trembling and quietly groaning as her body felt ready to give out. Her tits were pinned perfectly in the hold, forcing them to be crushed and feel like they were being pushed back into her ribcage.

Jasmine was having the time of her life. She made herself comfortable, getting a nice stretch in herself while she gave Masha’s listless body a run for its money. The mouse daintily adjusted her own feet, turning them inward to rest under Masha’s mouth. She shifted them around, forcing the powerless polar bear to lick and kiss at them in her mindless moaning. She humped the back of Masha’s head, making her tongue bounce and wipe between her toes. When she pulled her hardest, she could even force Masha to contort so badly she was licking her own feet! Jas left an eager trail of her precum running down Masha’s neck, and when she thought to look up from her handiwork, she saw that she had sat right in front of the full body mirror from earlier. Even she had to admit it was a hell of a sight; Masha’s pussy spread open in front of her while she was bent into a knot by her hold.

Jasmine smiled and kept one of Masha’s legs under her arm while she grabbed her phone. She flexed her best, held her cell up and snapped a selfie in the mirror. Masha’s pathetic whining picked up a bit at the sound of the camera.

“Oh relax. This is going to my private stash. Enough of the world’s seen your spread out pussy that they’d recognize it was you in half a second. And this is going to be our little secret. Right, champ?”

Jasmine traced one of her fingernails over Masha’s swollen and exposed clit. The big gasped and gagged, barely able to choke out any words at all. She slapped the floor like they were wrestling mats; the closest she could manage to submitting to her demands. The humiliation of it getting out that this had happened wasn’t worth whatever charges the league would throw at Jasmine.

“Perfect. At least you’re smart enough to agree to that.”

Jasmine bullied a few more crushing, tearful paingasms out of Masha before she enjoyed one herself. She clenched her strong thighs around the champ’s head and squirted all over her, soaking her head’s fur and hair in her musky fluids. Masha could barely breathe when a timer beeped on Jasmine’s phone. She suddenly let go, letting Masha’s body drop with a pathetic splat on the floor.

“Ooh! That’d be dinner,” she noted happily.

Masha was lightheaded, feeling on the verge of passing out. She had no idea so much time had passed in the blur of agony that was her day off. Jasmine left her for a moment and returned with another tray of food. The mouse took an appreciating sniff, but Masha could barely even smell it through all of her painful mistress’ sweat and cum forced up her nose. Jasmine pulled up Masha’s head by the hair and shoved a handful of mashed potatoes into her muzzle, grinding it in as she didn’t care how much actually got in her mouth and what just smeared on her face.

“Here’s your latest rule, you showpony of a muscle barbie; you only get to eat while you’re in one of my holds. So let’s get started, huh?”

Even the meal wouldn’t stop the sadistic mouse. After all, when else would she get an opportunity like this?

She went on well into the evening, bending and breaking Masha in every way she could think of. Jasmine was especially creative when it came to such ideas, having the time of her life while Masha was lost in a blinding sea of agony. She was barely conscious enough the whole time that she was left a moaning mess for the rest of the visit.

By the time she’d blacked out during one of the mouse’s beatdowns, Jasmine let out a satisfied yawn and let herself get to bed. She woke up well before Masha, who was still left in a limp, KOed heap on her own bed. Jasmine packed up and left her behind, humming happily to herself. The meetup really HAD been a lot more rewarding than she’d expected. She felt invigorated. Inspired even. She hadn’t had this much fun since the times when she’d gotten to beat the hell out of Sedna, though at least she’d had the decency to enjoy it on some level.

That also reminded her of what she’d said to her recently. They kept in touch via text, and Sedna had gushed to her one night about getting admitted to some minor league in the eastern US. Jasmine might no have gotten far in the major leagues, but now that she mentioned it… maybe following her lead and sticking to the minors for a while could be fun. Her femdom business was fine and all, but how else was she going to meet more beefy punching bags like Masha?