AHW: Hannah Ferguson vs Brooklyn Decker (Sauna Bout Rematch)
Apr 19, 2023 11:42:47 GMT -6
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Post by caspian on Apr 19, 2023 11:42:47 GMT -6
OOC: As usual, this took TOO long to write. Thank you to Vassago for always allowing these two to go wild at each other.
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(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
AHW: Hannah Ferguson vs Brooklyn Decker (Sauna Bout Rematch)
Hannah:
(30, 5’10, VIXENs)
Brooklyn:
(36, 5’9, Lioness Club)
BEFORE:
After her humiliating Best-of-Seven loss to Brooklyn Decker in 2022, Hannah Ferguson had vowed to stay clear of her blonde rival.
“She ain’t worth my time,” Hannah would tell friends backstage. “And besides, I’ve got Tahnee’s ass to kick for my 100th fight.”
But after that victory came and went, the loss to Decker gnawed at the back of her mind, and Hannah pondered what her next goal in the FCBA would be. She was already a three-time Welterweight champion, and not to mention having picked up the JMDD title along the way as well.
A couple more fights under her belt and she might just well qualify for the Hall-of-Fame - no easy feat indeed for a fighter who only made her debut six years ago. As she remiss on her career thus far, a sickly familiar voice chimed in from behind her.
“You still come here? I thought you’d be terrified after that ass-kicking three years ago.”
Hannah didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, as Brooklyn Decker joined her several feet away at the reception counter of The Hot House: LA’s Premier Sauna Spot.
“You don’t own the place,” Hannah growled, refusing to make eye contact.
“Not yet,” Decker chimed back. “But I do own the room where I smothered you out. Sweet memories for me. Had the staff name it after my victory. What was it called again, Dave?”
“Hannah’s Surrender,” the man at the counter gulped, refusing to make eye contact with the Vixen.
Hannah flashed annoyance at him anyways.
He added: “Miss Decker paid a lot of money for exclusive access to the room.”
“Hope you enjoy your stay here, Hannah. Maybe you can take one of the smaller rooms.” Decker smirked, before turning to head to the door. “Oh, and I’d better not catch you in the back rooms. Unless you want another ass-kicking.”
Hannah watched the blonde go with a glare. Decker was only five years her senior, but she had the same toned and busty physique of a woman her age. She disappeared around the corner, her white blouse loose over the shoulder, and revealing those red bikini straps underneath.
“b*tch…” Hannah whispered, before snatching her own towel and belongings from the counter. “I don’t suppose I can pay you to change the name?” Hannah snarled at the counter boy, who shook his head.
“Our policy is quite clear at Hot House,” the receptionist said. “Whoever wins gets exclusive naming rights.”
The Lioness had positioned herself at the far end of the wading pool so as to prevent an ambush from behind. Sure enough, she watches as Hannah Ferguson steps into the room, dressed in nothing but an amber bikini, and the rest of her toned body already gleaming with sweat.
For the past fifteen minutes, both ladies had already been doing their pre-fight warm-ups in separate rooms of the sauna facility, absolutely certain of the oncoming rematch.
Hannah’s eyes gleam with malice as she gestures towards the plaque affixed to the wooden door. “Cute,” she snarls, before ripping it off and tossing it out into the hallway.
Brooklyn’s lips curl sideways. “I’m putting it right back where it belongs after I lay you out all over. You know, I heard Hailey walked by the other day and laughed out loud.”
“Why? Did she name a room after smothering you out as well?” Hannah jeers back, which makes Decker blush, then frown.
“I wasn’t the one who tried to steal a JMDD title off Clauson,” Decker says, standing up from the crystal clear waters. Then, she added: “Before getting jugged out by the both of us, back-to-back.”
“You can keep that meaningless title of yours,” Hannah says, slowly making her way down the edge of the wading pool. “After I leave you gasping for air today, I’ll give this room a fitting title.”
Decker wades towards the edge, unintimidated, the bubbling waters parting at their thighs. “‘Hannah’s Surrender’ not clear enough for you, babe?” the Lioness coos, climbing out of the glistening water. “How about ‘Hannah’s Face Between My Boobs’?”
Hannah resists the urge to smack her across the face there and then. But if she wanted to claim ownership of this room, she had to do so fair and square.
“Enough,” Hannah says, looking the Lioness straight in the eye. “How would you like to get smothered out? Jugs, tummy, or bum?” the Vixen says, giving each of her body parts a little shimmy for emphasis.
This earns a scowl from Brooklyn, who jabs a sharp finger into Hannah’s left breast. “You call those ‘ju--?"
Hannah backhands her across the cheek, sending spittle flying. Decker's face turns to one side, though she is still smirking. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, glad that she has gotten under Ferguson's skin.
The lack of aggression from Decker sends chills down Hannah’s spine. It can only mean that the Lioness KNOWS she is superior in every way, down to the very core of her being. She had beaten her in a Best-of-seven contest, and before that, smothered her out on this very wooden deck.
Hannah realizes she didn’t pose a threat to the Lioness. But that would change. Hannah vowed it.
With a war cry, Hannah swung at Decker, determined to avenge her defeat from the first encounter. The punch flies straight for Decker's face, but it's intercepted by the busty blonde, who catches it with her right hand, before taunting her further:
"After I beat you this time, I'm gonna buy out the entire property and name it something fancier!"
"You talk too much for an overrated cow!" Hannah spits back, before jamming a kick straight into her midsection.
Decker groans, suddenly folded over, having released Hannah and backing away. Hannah takes her time, smirking as she walks in, hammering more blows to the big blonde's sides, those steady shots keeping Brooklyn hunched over and retreating, trying to cover up her pain with groans.
Brooklyn tries to intercept another fist with her forearm before lunging forward, hoping to use her bigger size to wrestle with Hannah. An elbow is roughly shoved into Hannah's jawline but Vixen retaliates with one of her own to Decker's chest, causing Brooklyn to wince in agony.
But Hannah quickly grabs Brooklyn by the hair and pulls her in close! Brooklyn's eyes widen with shock as her face comes into contact with her enemy's orbs for the first time of the evening, the outrage in her eyes saying it all: was Hannah about to attempt a jug smother this early in their fight?
Hannah, however, gives the Lioness a smirk, glancing down into her eyes before snaking her foot behind her ankle. The next moment, Decker is sent crashing down to the hard wooden tiles, with Ferguson landing on top of her with a meaty SMACK!
NOW Hannah gets to work, quickly pinning the winded Decker down and locking those biceps firmly around the back of her neck, enjoying the soft whimper from Decker before her face disappears into her chest and beneath her flowing golden locks.
Down under, however, Decker is FURIOUS for allowing herself to get caught so easily by the blonde, and now is suffering from her complacency. The fight is still young, however, and Decker is brimming with energy and rage. She TUGS at Hannah's hair with all her might, and arches her toned body to the side, intending to buck Hannah off.
Hannah of course holds on to the smother for as long as she can, but Decker is still stronger. While the Vixen has a firm grip on her neck, she can't get the same lock on the rest of Brooklyn’s body, which is thrashing and twisting from side to side.
Decker finally manages to turn the tables, flipping them over and using her body to pin Hannah from above. The b*tch still had a grip lock on her head, Decker thinks, and she’s getting sick of the taste of her inferior jugs. With a roar, Decker clambers upwards, bringing Hannah up with her… Hannah's eyes go wide as her back comes off the floorboards, and realizes she has only two options: let go and go tumbling to the ground, or hold onto the smother and pray to god Brooklyn isn't that strong.
She chooses the latter. Bad mistake, b*tch... Brooklyn thinks, before powerbombing Hannah back down to the ground with double the force of gravity! Hannah lets out a shout of pain as her back hits the floor, before she goes bouncing several feet away, towards the water's edge.
Free at last, the Lioness has a pure look of rage on her face, her curly blonde locks matted on either side, as she advances upon her prey. Hannah groans as she is picked off the ground by her hair, Decker taking her time, still recovering precious air.
A swing to the body from Ferguson is deftly intercepted, before Decker CLAPS her across the chin with a haymaker. Hannah wilts back, then forwards, looking dazed, and just like that, it's Brooklyn's turn to hug her close, her lips hot and heavy and inches away from hers!
"Looks like you've learned some moves, Hannah?" Brooklyn hisses. "Well, so have I!"
Her arms wrapped around Hannah's chest and shoulders, Brooklyn HEAVES upwards, using her incredible strength to lift the other blonde off the ground. Ferguson can only go along for the ride, her entire body pivoting upwards, with Decker's grip on her bikini briefs stretching the fabric from the skin off her pelvis. Worst, once Hannah's in the air, Decker shifts her grip on her body, fingers gripping onto Hannah's bikini top… which puts up much less of a resistance…
Hannah lets out a shout of panic as she comes hurtling back down, her bikini strings getting entangled between Brooklyn's fingers before her body CRASHES back down to earth in a wicked SUPLEX! This time, however, Decker aims for the shallow pool in the center of the room, and with a mutual gasp and shout, both women plunge into the center of the water, with Decker coming down on top of Hannah and fully submerging the Vixen beneath the disturbed waves!
Having braced for impact, Decker is still in full control, dragging a gasping Hannah up by her soaked hair before driving a fist right between her eyes to send her reeling back through the water. The water up to their thighs, Ferguson falls back into the black pool once more, the combination of shock, lack of air, and chlorine strangling her senses.
Decker is soon upon her once more, securing Hannah in place with an arm wrapped around the head, hugging her close, all the while plugging fists into her exposed chest. Hannah begins to fight back best she can, scrambling back onto the nearby ledge that’s usually meant for sitting and soaking, trying to get free of the weight of water.
Brooklyn, however, jostles alongside the entire way, keeping Hannah dropped on her knees, but the height differential means her face is coming dangerously close to Hannah's jugs once again, which are now glistening wet and swinging free from the bikini fabric, which of course gives the Lioness more free targets to pummel at every opportunity.
A kick to the stomach and another overhand fist lands square off Decker's head, however, giving her brief pause. Brooklyn still surges inwards to wrestle with Hannah for dominance, and Hannah's eyes flash with panic as Brooklyn slowly snakes her way up her body, no doubt intending something wicked, just like the last time…
Suddenly, the Lioness has sat herself firmly in Hannah's lap, both arms enveloped around her shoulders and head, pulling her face into her jugs! Hannah shrieks with rage, thrashing and tugging at wet hair, but finds her voice silenced once Decker's thick thighs snake around her waistline to squeeze her like a boa constrictor.
"This is familiar, eh, Hannah?" Brooklyn huffs from above, her lips pressed into the top of her head. "Just like how I jugged you out last time…"
Indeed, Hannah feels trapped with her back arched against the pool edge, her head and upper torso twisted backwards and up, sprawled over dry land. Meanwhile, Brooklyn sticks to her the entire time, her breasts now free of the waters and pressing down into Hannah's shivering face from above.
Despite the pain, Hannah refuses to give up. The lack of oxygen is one thing - she can feel her hips slipping out of the blonde's hold below, the combination of the half-buoyancy of the shallow pool combined with the water coating their skin making it easier to slip out of the body scissors, and alleviate some pressure from her torso.
Brooklyn growls as she feels her rival's resistance below, Hannah slipping one of her hands into the space between her thigh and ribs, and suddenly finding her purchase! That growl leads to a shriek as Decker feels her nether region explode in pain, Hannah having found her own bikini briefs and gripped at the fabric with all her malice!
The combined pressure is the last straw, allowing Hannah to budge herself from under Brooklyn's weight, and most importantly, twist her face to one side and taste the sweet freedom of the steaming sauna air.
"Give it UP, Hannah!" Brooklyn shrieks through the pain, trying her darnest to sustain the smother. "You're done f-UURRKK!!"
Hannah briefly relinquishes her hold on the Lioness' hair before slamming her fist clean into her nose and lips, even begins to plug her knuckles into the side of her breasts. Soon, Decker fails to fight on both fronts at once, and gets thrown off to the side after another fist cracks into her temple. She rolls away with a groan, finally prying herself from Hannah's vice-grip. But the devious Vixen holds onto the bikini fabric, stretching it back in order to keep her close!
With a ROAR of her own, Hannah pounces on the blonde who’s lying panting on her back, and with the added advantage of being free of the water first, she hauls Brooklyn halfway out of the pool by her long hair, so that only the Lioness' legs are dangling off the edge.
Before Decker can protest, Hannah mounts her face from behind, pressing both meaty thighs and butt cheeks down into her shocked face, before PLOOOOP!! - Decker's top comes viciously, getting ripped from her chest in one fell swoop, with Hannah snatching at the soaked strings before tossing them to the side with glee.
Still wordless except for a snarl, Hannah pounds on Brooklyn’s exposed jugs from above, shoving each fist into an orb, and watching with glee as Decker lets out low and trepid groans from below, her entire body jolting from the assault.
"Whose jugs are better now, b*tch?!?" Hannah huffs, before pancaking Decker’s right breast downwards.
Brooklyn is of course, not idle through this torture, buckling her hips wildly and trying to throw Hannah off. When that fails, however, she pays her rival back with firm tugs on her matted hair to the side, and reaches for the already tortured fabric of her bikini briefs. Hannah manages to get two more double-knuckles sunk into her chest before she’s thrown off entirely, tumbling onto the wooden floorboards, winded.
The two alpha blondes slowly recover, rising side-by-side, first to their knees, before throwing themselves back at each other with heavy grunts. Blondes clinch up, both panting heavily on the shoulder, sweat pouring down the rest of their faces and bodies. With one hand buried in the hair, the other is balled up, ready to pummel and pound.
Hannah throws the first punch, aiming straight for Brooklyn's belly button. Her fist connects with a loud thud, causing Brooklyn to groan in pain as she feels the impact reverberating through her body. But Brooklyn retaliates immediately, shoving a punch of her own into Hannah's toned midsection.
The fist lands a bit higher up on Hannah's abdomen, just below her ribcage. Hannah grunts and doubles over slightly, but she doesn't back down. Instead, she responds with a powerful hook, targeting Brooklyn's left side. The blow lands with a sickening thud, causing Brooklyn to gasp and clutch at her ribs in pain.
The sound of their fists thudding into each other's midsections echoes through the sauna, as both Hannah and Brooklyn grunt and gasp with each blow. Sweat drips down their foreheads and their hair clings to their faces as they battle on, each refusing to back down. The fight has been reduced to a battle of wills and hardened bodies, with these alpha blondes determined to test each other’s resolve.
By mutual agreement, they switch targets to each other’s chests, each punch landing with a thud, grunt, or groan. Brooklyn throws with a sharp uppercut to Hannah's right breast, making her gasp for air, before Hannah retaliates with a punch of her own, her knuckles digging into the soft flesh, causing Brooklyn’s face to contort in pain.
In between punches, the two women lean in close, trying to hold each other down for extra leverage, their lips grazing against ears and the tip of their noses. "You're going down, Decker," Hannah hisses, after driving another punch to the bottom of Brooklyn's left breast, her body jerking from the impact. "I'll make you scream my name between my breasts."
Brooklyn's response is a sharp slap to Hannah's cheek, the sound echoing off the walls of the sauna. "Dream on," she huffs, before tugging on Hannah's hair and driving a hard punch to her right breast, causing it to bounce from the impact.
"You hit like a girl," Brooklyn taunts, her breath hot against Hannah's ear.
Hannah responds with a smirk, "Well, at least I don't punch like a b*tch." She lands a solid shot to the belly, making her gasp in pain. Hannah leans in close, her lips nuzzling into her cheek. "Is that all you've got?"
Knuckles are ground into flesh as they target each other's most sensitive areas, the pain only fueling their determination to win. Hannah's punches to Brooklyn's belly are like hammers, each balled fist landing with a thud, knocking the wind out of her. Meanwhile, Brooklyn's punches to Hannah's breasts are no less devastating, each hit leaving a red mark on the soft flesh.
In the heat of the moment, the women forget any notions of restraint, slapping and hair pulling becoming the norm. Hannah yanks on Brooklyn's hair, pulling her head back as she prepares to deliver another devastating fist to her belly. But Brooklyn delivers a swift backhand across her lips instead, the sharp gasp and SLAP ringing through the sauna.
Hannah grunts in pain, disoriented, and Decker seizes the opportunity to drill an uppercut into her body. Hannah doubles over, clutching at her stomach. Brooklyn repeats the move, her balled fists bunching up Hannah's belly and forcing louder and louder grunts from her lips.
Brooklyn digs her knuckles into soft flesh, grinding into the abs and causing Hannah to gasp for air. Hannah tries to fight back, but Brooklyn's punches are too strong, too precise. She can feel the wind getting forced out of her with each blow, and her body beginning to weaken. Finally, Brooklyn pulls an arm back, still holding Hannah in place before unleashing all her weight behind the punch, her fist shoved into the center of Hannah's abs.
The punch connects with a meaty THUD, and Hannah lets out a gasp as the air is knocked out of her, her body recoiling slightly and her arms momentarily slackened, before her hands fall to her sides. The impact causes Hannah to double over into Decker’s arms, her face contorting in pain as she gasps for air on the blonde’s shoulder, before those parted lips begin sliding ever closer and closer to the Lioness’ glistening chest.
Licking her lips, Brooklyn tugs on either side of Hannah’s hair, before slowly sliding her hips forward, forcing the weight of her body onto Hannah’s lap, before snaking her legs over either side of the Vixen’s battered torso. Decker’s chest heaves, just inches from Hannah’s stunned face.
“Feels familiar, Hannah?” Brooklyn whispers into the top of her head. “Looks like you’re going out the same way...”
Before Hannah can retaliate, Brooklyn wraps her arms tightly around Hannah's head, pulling her face into her bare, ample bosom and relishing the warmth of Hannah's heavy breaths on her skin. She flexes her biceps, tightening her grip on her neck, and squeezing her breasts into Hannah's face, cutting off her air supply.
Hannah struggles and kicks her legs, trying to break free, but can't find any purchase on the slick, sweaty sauna floor. Her muffled screams fill the room, reverberating through Brooklyn's chest. Brooklyn smirks, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she dominates Hannah, knowing that she has her right where she wants her.
As Hannah's struggles weaken, Brooklyn releases her grip slightly, allowing her a brief gasp for air and some futile sense of hope, before pulling her right back into the smother. She grinds her breasts into Hannah's face, enjoying the sensation of her opponent's nose and mouth pressed into her supple skin.
"You're mine now, Hannah. You can't handle me,” Brooklyn taunts, tightening her grip around Hannah's head and body.
Hannah's eyes begin to flutter, her resistance fading as the lack of air takes its toll. She struggles to push Brooklyn off of her, hammering fists off Brooklyn's torso and thighs, hands shooting out to grab at long hair in an attempt to force her off. She also drives fists into Brooklyn's abs, hoping to weaken her grip. In desperation, she reaches for the tried and tested move that worked before:
Brooklyn's face contorts in shock as her bikini briefs are tugged and stretched on either side of her hips, Hannah having reached behind and tugged at the fabric to its breaking point! It’s a desperate move from Hannah, but it works! Brooklyn surges upwards, trying to alleviate the shooting pain between her thighs, allowing Hannah to thrust a shoulder and elbow up into her chest, knocking the Lioness further off balance.
With Brooklyn momentarily stunned, Hannah’s able to pry her face from the jug smother… before taking mouthfuls of precious air. The Vixen drills a hook into Brooklyn's belly, causing her to grunt over in pain, before immediately throwing herself forward, wrapping her own arms around Brooklyn's head and pulling the stunned woman into a sitting breast smother of her own!
"Let's see how you like it," Hannah taunts, breathless, locking in a tight smother of her own.
The sensation of slick flesh against her skin sends shivers through Hannah's body. She can feel Brooklyn's labored breathing against her chest as she struggles to break free. Hannah squeezes her biceps tighter, applying more pressure to Brooklyn's head and chest, before shifting her weight little by little, snugly over both thighs and hips, conquering her rival one groan at a time.
"You're done, Decker. Give up," Hannah says, nuzzling her lips into Brooklyn's ear and breathing heavily, the rest of her arms and legs wrapped around the blonde’s body, as though their tight, intimate embrace was always meant to be.
Brooklyn of course tries to fight back, her fists hammering off Hannah's thighs and sides, but Hannah's hold on her is too tight, too vicious, and Brooklyn soon finds her strength shuddering and fading.
Hannah takes advantage of the situation, moving a free hand to the back of Brooklyn's bikini briefs and giving them a firm tug, pulling them upwards into a wedgie. Brooklyn gasps in shock and pain, her body jerking forward involuntarily, and further into the depths of the smother.
Hannah parts her lips off the side of Brooklyn's face, whispering, "You're mine now, baby. You can't escape," she says, feeling the sensation of her rival’s parted lips and tip of the nose squished against her breasts.
Brooklyn's struggles start to weaken, slowly beginning to realize she's fully trapped and helpless in Hannah's breast smother. Her arms start to go limp, and her punches slow down to feeble taps against Hannah's sides. Deep in the depths, her eyes start to flutter and her body goes limp, no longer able to resist the overpowering hold for long...
Hannah can feel Brooklyn's body go limp against her, her arms falling lifelessly to her sides as her body melts into hers, each part fading one by one. All Brooklyn can do is breathe in the scent of Hannah's perfume mixed with the musk of sweat from their intense battle. The Lioness takes one last gasp of air before succumbing to the smother, passing out fully with her face buried in Hannah's chest.
Hannah holds her foe in place for a moment longer, shaking her left and right, relishing the feeling of her defeated opponent in her clutches. Finally, she releases the pressure on her head, allowing Decker’s parted lips to suck in air whilst still pressed to her chest.
But Hannah doesn’t let her go. Smirking, she sends hard slaps into her face, enjoying the sound of the tight smack against her reddened cheek. She then drills a few punches into Brooklyn's belly, just because she can, reveling in the feel of her once-toned abs giving way to her fists, and her dulled grunts filling the entire room.
“Payback’s a b*tch, huh?” Hannah says. She cups Brooklyn's chin, pulling her in close, her lips hovering just inches away from Brooklyn's. With one final act of domination, she locks lips with her defeated opponent, deepening the kiss as Brooklyn's eyes flutter closed and she falls limp in Hannah's embrace. Hannah's lips are pressed firmly against Brooklyn's, her tongue darting out and probing past the blonde's lips. She wraps both arms around the back of Brooklyn's neck, pulling her closer and deeper into the lip lock.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Hannah pulls away, a satisfied smirk on her face as she looks into the defeated blonde’s eyes. She plants a final smooch off her trembling forehead before releasing her hold on her shoulders, letting Decker flop back to the ground. Brooklyn lies there motionless and stunned, her chest heaving as she gasps for air, her eyes closed and her face red from the lack of oxygen.
As Brooklyn lies unconscious on the sauna floor, Hannah stands up and plants her foot onto Brooklyn's cheek, pressing down with a cocky smirk on her face. She stands tall, basking in the steam and heat of the sauna, her body glistening with sweat. The sauna room may be in devastation from their fierce battle, with towels and pool water strewn about haphazardly, and a few floor tiles chipped or cracked, but it’s Hannah who emerges victorious this time!
Official Decision: Hannah Ferguson wins via Sitting Breast Smother at 19:01
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Breathless and adrenaline still pumping through her veins, Hannah Ferguson stood before the counter of The Hot House, victory still fresh on her mind.
The receptionist, who had watched as the sauna door slowly swung back open, smiled as Hannah stumbled out, looking battered and dazed, but the one standing tall. Her entire body glistened with sweat, and she was covered head to toe with red welts and pink skin.
"Congratulations, Miss Ferguson," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
Hannah gave a small nod, still feeling the thrill of the fight coursing through her body. But then she remembered the name of the room where Brooklyn had smothered her out.
"Hey, listen," she said, leaning in closer to the counter. "About the name of the room..."
He smiled, before raising a hand. “Say no more. Did you have something in mind?”
Hannah’s lips curled into a smile. “How about ‘Decker’s Defeat’?”
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(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
AHW: Hannah Ferguson vs Brooklyn Decker (Sauna Bout Rematch)
Hannah:
(30, 5’10, VIXENs)
Brooklyn:
(36, 5’9, Lioness Club)
BEFORE:
After her humiliating Best-of-Seven loss to Brooklyn Decker in 2022, Hannah Ferguson had vowed to stay clear of her blonde rival.
“She ain’t worth my time,” Hannah would tell friends backstage. “And besides, I’ve got Tahnee’s ass to kick for my 100th fight.”
But after that victory came and went, the loss to Decker gnawed at the back of her mind, and Hannah pondered what her next goal in the FCBA would be. She was already a three-time Welterweight champion, and not to mention having picked up the JMDD title along the way as well.
A couple more fights under her belt and she might just well qualify for the Hall-of-Fame - no easy feat indeed for a fighter who only made her debut six years ago. As she remiss on her career thus far, a sickly familiar voice chimed in from behind her.
“You still come here? I thought you’d be terrified after that ass-kicking three years ago.”
Hannah didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, as Brooklyn Decker joined her several feet away at the reception counter of The Hot House: LA’s Premier Sauna Spot.
“You don’t own the place,” Hannah growled, refusing to make eye contact.
“Not yet,” Decker chimed back. “But I do own the room where I smothered you out. Sweet memories for me. Had the staff name it after my victory. What was it called again, Dave?”
“Hannah’s Surrender,” the man at the counter gulped, refusing to make eye contact with the Vixen.
Hannah flashed annoyance at him anyways.
He added: “Miss Decker paid a lot of money for exclusive access to the room.”
“Hope you enjoy your stay here, Hannah. Maybe you can take one of the smaller rooms.” Decker smirked, before turning to head to the door. “Oh, and I’d better not catch you in the back rooms. Unless you want another ass-kicking.”
Hannah watched the blonde go with a glare. Decker was only five years her senior, but she had the same toned and busty physique of a woman her age. She disappeared around the corner, her white blouse loose over the shoulder, and revealing those red bikini straps underneath.
“b*tch…” Hannah whispered, before snatching her own towel and belongings from the counter. “I don’t suppose I can pay you to change the name?” Hannah snarled at the counter boy, who shook his head.
“Our policy is quite clear at Hot House,” the receptionist said. “Whoever wins gets exclusive naming rights.”
***
Decker luxuriates in the central pool when she hears the door to the sauna whine open. Instinctively, she knows it isn’t the receptionist. “Just can’t help yourself, can you?” Decker says, with a smirk.The Lioness had positioned herself at the far end of the wading pool so as to prevent an ambush from behind. Sure enough, she watches as Hannah Ferguson steps into the room, dressed in nothing but an amber bikini, and the rest of her toned body already gleaming with sweat.
For the past fifteen minutes, both ladies had already been doing their pre-fight warm-ups in separate rooms of the sauna facility, absolutely certain of the oncoming rematch.
Hannah’s eyes gleam with malice as she gestures towards the plaque affixed to the wooden door. “Cute,” she snarls, before ripping it off and tossing it out into the hallway.
Brooklyn’s lips curl sideways. “I’m putting it right back where it belongs after I lay you out all over. You know, I heard Hailey walked by the other day and laughed out loud.”
“Why? Did she name a room after smothering you out as well?” Hannah jeers back, which makes Decker blush, then frown.
“I wasn’t the one who tried to steal a JMDD title off Clauson,” Decker says, standing up from the crystal clear waters. Then, she added: “Before getting jugged out by the both of us, back-to-back.”
“You can keep that meaningless title of yours,” Hannah says, slowly making her way down the edge of the wading pool. “After I leave you gasping for air today, I’ll give this room a fitting title.”
Decker wades towards the edge, unintimidated, the bubbling waters parting at their thighs. “‘Hannah’s Surrender’ not clear enough for you, babe?” the Lioness coos, climbing out of the glistening water. “How about ‘Hannah’s Face Between My Boobs’?”
Hannah resists the urge to smack her across the face there and then. But if she wanted to claim ownership of this room, she had to do so fair and square.
“Enough,” Hannah says, looking the Lioness straight in the eye. “How would you like to get smothered out? Jugs, tummy, or bum?” the Vixen says, giving each of her body parts a little shimmy for emphasis.
This earns a scowl from Brooklyn, who jabs a sharp finger into Hannah’s left breast. “You call those ‘ju--?"
Hannah backhands her across the cheek, sending spittle flying. Decker's face turns to one side, though she is still smirking. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, glad that she has gotten under Ferguson's skin.
The lack of aggression from Decker sends chills down Hannah’s spine. It can only mean that the Lioness KNOWS she is superior in every way, down to the very core of her being. She had beaten her in a Best-of-seven contest, and before that, smothered her out on this very wooden deck.
Hannah realizes she didn’t pose a threat to the Lioness. But that would change. Hannah vowed it.
With a war cry, Hannah swung at Decker, determined to avenge her defeat from the first encounter. The punch flies straight for Decker's face, but it's intercepted by the busty blonde, who catches it with her right hand, before taunting her further:
"After I beat you this time, I'm gonna buy out the entire property and name it something fancier!"
"You talk too much for an overrated cow!" Hannah spits back, before jamming a kick straight into her midsection.
Decker groans, suddenly folded over, having released Hannah and backing away. Hannah takes her time, smirking as she walks in, hammering more blows to the big blonde's sides, those steady shots keeping Brooklyn hunched over and retreating, trying to cover up her pain with groans.
Brooklyn tries to intercept another fist with her forearm before lunging forward, hoping to use her bigger size to wrestle with Hannah. An elbow is roughly shoved into Hannah's jawline but Vixen retaliates with one of her own to Decker's chest, causing Brooklyn to wince in agony.
But Hannah quickly grabs Brooklyn by the hair and pulls her in close! Brooklyn's eyes widen with shock as her face comes into contact with her enemy's orbs for the first time of the evening, the outrage in her eyes saying it all: was Hannah about to attempt a jug smother this early in their fight?
Hannah, however, gives the Lioness a smirk, glancing down into her eyes before snaking her foot behind her ankle. The next moment, Decker is sent crashing down to the hard wooden tiles, with Ferguson landing on top of her with a meaty SMACK!
NOW Hannah gets to work, quickly pinning the winded Decker down and locking those biceps firmly around the back of her neck, enjoying the soft whimper from Decker before her face disappears into her chest and beneath her flowing golden locks.
Down under, however, Decker is FURIOUS for allowing herself to get caught so easily by the blonde, and now is suffering from her complacency. The fight is still young, however, and Decker is brimming with energy and rage. She TUGS at Hannah's hair with all her might, and arches her toned body to the side, intending to buck Hannah off.
Hannah of course holds on to the smother for as long as she can, but Decker is still stronger. While the Vixen has a firm grip on her neck, she can't get the same lock on the rest of Brooklyn’s body, which is thrashing and twisting from side to side.
Decker finally manages to turn the tables, flipping them over and using her body to pin Hannah from above. The b*tch still had a grip lock on her head, Decker thinks, and she’s getting sick of the taste of her inferior jugs. With a roar, Decker clambers upwards, bringing Hannah up with her… Hannah's eyes go wide as her back comes off the floorboards, and realizes she has only two options: let go and go tumbling to the ground, or hold onto the smother and pray to god Brooklyn isn't that strong.
She chooses the latter. Bad mistake, b*tch... Brooklyn thinks, before powerbombing Hannah back down to the ground with double the force of gravity! Hannah lets out a shout of pain as her back hits the floor, before she goes bouncing several feet away, towards the water's edge.
Free at last, the Lioness has a pure look of rage on her face, her curly blonde locks matted on either side, as she advances upon her prey. Hannah groans as she is picked off the ground by her hair, Decker taking her time, still recovering precious air.
A swing to the body from Ferguson is deftly intercepted, before Decker CLAPS her across the chin with a haymaker. Hannah wilts back, then forwards, looking dazed, and just like that, it's Brooklyn's turn to hug her close, her lips hot and heavy and inches away from hers!
"Looks like you've learned some moves, Hannah?" Brooklyn hisses. "Well, so have I!"
Her arms wrapped around Hannah's chest and shoulders, Brooklyn HEAVES upwards, using her incredible strength to lift the other blonde off the ground. Ferguson can only go along for the ride, her entire body pivoting upwards, with Decker's grip on her bikini briefs stretching the fabric from the skin off her pelvis. Worst, once Hannah's in the air, Decker shifts her grip on her body, fingers gripping onto Hannah's bikini top… which puts up much less of a resistance…
Hannah lets out a shout of panic as she comes hurtling back down, her bikini strings getting entangled between Brooklyn's fingers before her body CRASHES back down to earth in a wicked SUPLEX! This time, however, Decker aims for the shallow pool in the center of the room, and with a mutual gasp and shout, both women plunge into the center of the water, with Decker coming down on top of Hannah and fully submerging the Vixen beneath the disturbed waves!
Having braced for impact, Decker is still in full control, dragging a gasping Hannah up by her soaked hair before driving a fist right between her eyes to send her reeling back through the water. The water up to their thighs, Ferguson falls back into the black pool once more, the combination of shock, lack of air, and chlorine strangling her senses.
Decker is soon upon her once more, securing Hannah in place with an arm wrapped around the head, hugging her close, all the while plugging fists into her exposed chest. Hannah begins to fight back best she can, scrambling back onto the nearby ledge that’s usually meant for sitting and soaking, trying to get free of the weight of water.
Brooklyn, however, jostles alongside the entire way, keeping Hannah dropped on her knees, but the height differential means her face is coming dangerously close to Hannah's jugs once again, which are now glistening wet and swinging free from the bikini fabric, which of course gives the Lioness more free targets to pummel at every opportunity.
A kick to the stomach and another overhand fist lands square off Decker's head, however, giving her brief pause. Brooklyn still surges inwards to wrestle with Hannah for dominance, and Hannah's eyes flash with panic as Brooklyn slowly snakes her way up her body, no doubt intending something wicked, just like the last time…
Suddenly, the Lioness has sat herself firmly in Hannah's lap, both arms enveloped around her shoulders and head, pulling her face into her jugs! Hannah shrieks with rage, thrashing and tugging at wet hair, but finds her voice silenced once Decker's thick thighs snake around her waistline to squeeze her like a boa constrictor.
"This is familiar, eh, Hannah?" Brooklyn huffs from above, her lips pressed into the top of her head. "Just like how I jugged you out last time…"
Indeed, Hannah feels trapped with her back arched against the pool edge, her head and upper torso twisted backwards and up, sprawled over dry land. Meanwhile, Brooklyn sticks to her the entire time, her breasts now free of the waters and pressing down into Hannah's shivering face from above.
Despite the pain, Hannah refuses to give up. The lack of oxygen is one thing - she can feel her hips slipping out of the blonde's hold below, the combination of the half-buoyancy of the shallow pool combined with the water coating their skin making it easier to slip out of the body scissors, and alleviate some pressure from her torso.
Brooklyn growls as she feels her rival's resistance below, Hannah slipping one of her hands into the space between her thigh and ribs, and suddenly finding her purchase! That growl leads to a shriek as Decker feels her nether region explode in pain, Hannah having found her own bikini briefs and gripped at the fabric with all her malice!
The combined pressure is the last straw, allowing Hannah to budge herself from under Brooklyn's weight, and most importantly, twist her face to one side and taste the sweet freedom of the steaming sauna air.
"Give it UP, Hannah!" Brooklyn shrieks through the pain, trying her darnest to sustain the smother. "You're done f-UURRKK!!"
Hannah briefly relinquishes her hold on the Lioness' hair before slamming her fist clean into her nose and lips, even begins to plug her knuckles into the side of her breasts. Soon, Decker fails to fight on both fronts at once, and gets thrown off to the side after another fist cracks into her temple. She rolls away with a groan, finally prying herself from Hannah's vice-grip. But the devious Vixen holds onto the bikini fabric, stretching it back in order to keep her close!
With a ROAR of her own, Hannah pounces on the blonde who’s lying panting on her back, and with the added advantage of being free of the water first, she hauls Brooklyn halfway out of the pool by her long hair, so that only the Lioness' legs are dangling off the edge.
Before Decker can protest, Hannah mounts her face from behind, pressing both meaty thighs and butt cheeks down into her shocked face, before PLOOOOP!! - Decker's top comes viciously, getting ripped from her chest in one fell swoop, with Hannah snatching at the soaked strings before tossing them to the side with glee.
Still wordless except for a snarl, Hannah pounds on Brooklyn’s exposed jugs from above, shoving each fist into an orb, and watching with glee as Decker lets out low and trepid groans from below, her entire body jolting from the assault.
"Whose jugs are better now, b*tch?!?" Hannah huffs, before pancaking Decker’s right breast downwards.
Brooklyn is of course, not idle through this torture, buckling her hips wildly and trying to throw Hannah off. When that fails, however, she pays her rival back with firm tugs on her matted hair to the side, and reaches for the already tortured fabric of her bikini briefs. Hannah manages to get two more double-knuckles sunk into her chest before she’s thrown off entirely, tumbling onto the wooden floorboards, winded.
The two alpha blondes slowly recover, rising side-by-side, first to their knees, before throwing themselves back at each other with heavy grunts. Blondes clinch up, both panting heavily on the shoulder, sweat pouring down the rest of their faces and bodies. With one hand buried in the hair, the other is balled up, ready to pummel and pound.
Hannah throws the first punch, aiming straight for Brooklyn's belly button. Her fist connects with a loud thud, causing Brooklyn to groan in pain as she feels the impact reverberating through her body. But Brooklyn retaliates immediately, shoving a punch of her own into Hannah's toned midsection.
The fist lands a bit higher up on Hannah's abdomen, just below her ribcage. Hannah grunts and doubles over slightly, but she doesn't back down. Instead, she responds with a powerful hook, targeting Brooklyn's left side. The blow lands with a sickening thud, causing Brooklyn to gasp and clutch at her ribs in pain.
The sound of their fists thudding into each other's midsections echoes through the sauna, as both Hannah and Brooklyn grunt and gasp with each blow. Sweat drips down their foreheads and their hair clings to their faces as they battle on, each refusing to back down. The fight has been reduced to a battle of wills and hardened bodies, with these alpha blondes determined to test each other’s resolve.
By mutual agreement, they switch targets to each other’s chests, each punch landing with a thud, grunt, or groan. Brooklyn throws with a sharp uppercut to Hannah's right breast, making her gasp for air, before Hannah retaliates with a punch of her own, her knuckles digging into the soft flesh, causing Brooklyn’s face to contort in pain.
In between punches, the two women lean in close, trying to hold each other down for extra leverage, their lips grazing against ears and the tip of their noses. "You're going down, Decker," Hannah hisses, after driving another punch to the bottom of Brooklyn's left breast, her body jerking from the impact. "I'll make you scream my name between my breasts."
Brooklyn's response is a sharp slap to Hannah's cheek, the sound echoing off the walls of the sauna. "Dream on," she huffs, before tugging on Hannah's hair and driving a hard punch to her right breast, causing it to bounce from the impact.
"You hit like a girl," Brooklyn taunts, her breath hot against Hannah's ear.
Hannah responds with a smirk, "Well, at least I don't punch like a b*tch." She lands a solid shot to the belly, making her gasp in pain. Hannah leans in close, her lips nuzzling into her cheek. "Is that all you've got?"
Knuckles are ground into flesh as they target each other's most sensitive areas, the pain only fueling their determination to win. Hannah's punches to Brooklyn's belly are like hammers, each balled fist landing with a thud, knocking the wind out of her. Meanwhile, Brooklyn's punches to Hannah's breasts are no less devastating, each hit leaving a red mark on the soft flesh.
In the heat of the moment, the women forget any notions of restraint, slapping and hair pulling becoming the norm. Hannah yanks on Brooklyn's hair, pulling her head back as she prepares to deliver another devastating fist to her belly. But Brooklyn delivers a swift backhand across her lips instead, the sharp gasp and SLAP ringing through the sauna.
Hannah grunts in pain, disoriented, and Decker seizes the opportunity to drill an uppercut into her body. Hannah doubles over, clutching at her stomach. Brooklyn repeats the move, her balled fists bunching up Hannah's belly and forcing louder and louder grunts from her lips.
Brooklyn digs her knuckles into soft flesh, grinding into the abs and causing Hannah to gasp for air. Hannah tries to fight back, but Brooklyn's punches are too strong, too precise. She can feel the wind getting forced out of her with each blow, and her body beginning to weaken. Finally, Brooklyn pulls an arm back, still holding Hannah in place before unleashing all her weight behind the punch, her fist shoved into the center of Hannah's abs.
The punch connects with a meaty THUD, and Hannah lets out a gasp as the air is knocked out of her, her body recoiling slightly and her arms momentarily slackened, before her hands fall to her sides. The impact causes Hannah to double over into Decker’s arms, her face contorting in pain as she gasps for air on the blonde’s shoulder, before those parted lips begin sliding ever closer and closer to the Lioness’ glistening chest.
Licking her lips, Brooklyn tugs on either side of Hannah’s hair, before slowly sliding her hips forward, forcing the weight of her body onto Hannah’s lap, before snaking her legs over either side of the Vixen’s battered torso. Decker’s chest heaves, just inches from Hannah’s stunned face.
“Feels familiar, Hannah?” Brooklyn whispers into the top of her head. “Looks like you’re going out the same way...”
Before Hannah can retaliate, Brooklyn wraps her arms tightly around Hannah's head, pulling her face into her bare, ample bosom and relishing the warmth of Hannah's heavy breaths on her skin. She flexes her biceps, tightening her grip on her neck, and squeezing her breasts into Hannah's face, cutting off her air supply.
Hannah struggles and kicks her legs, trying to break free, but can't find any purchase on the slick, sweaty sauna floor. Her muffled screams fill the room, reverberating through Brooklyn's chest. Brooklyn smirks, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she dominates Hannah, knowing that she has her right where she wants her.
As Hannah's struggles weaken, Brooklyn releases her grip slightly, allowing her a brief gasp for air and some futile sense of hope, before pulling her right back into the smother. She grinds her breasts into Hannah's face, enjoying the sensation of her opponent's nose and mouth pressed into her supple skin.
"You're mine now, Hannah. You can't handle me,” Brooklyn taunts, tightening her grip around Hannah's head and body.
Hannah's eyes begin to flutter, her resistance fading as the lack of air takes its toll. She struggles to push Brooklyn off of her, hammering fists off Brooklyn's torso and thighs, hands shooting out to grab at long hair in an attempt to force her off. She also drives fists into Brooklyn's abs, hoping to weaken her grip. In desperation, she reaches for the tried and tested move that worked before:
Brooklyn's face contorts in shock as her bikini briefs are tugged and stretched on either side of her hips, Hannah having reached behind and tugged at the fabric to its breaking point! It’s a desperate move from Hannah, but it works! Brooklyn surges upwards, trying to alleviate the shooting pain between her thighs, allowing Hannah to thrust a shoulder and elbow up into her chest, knocking the Lioness further off balance.
With Brooklyn momentarily stunned, Hannah’s able to pry her face from the jug smother… before taking mouthfuls of precious air. The Vixen drills a hook into Brooklyn's belly, causing her to grunt over in pain, before immediately throwing herself forward, wrapping her own arms around Brooklyn's head and pulling the stunned woman into a sitting breast smother of her own!
"Let's see how you like it," Hannah taunts, breathless, locking in a tight smother of her own.
The sensation of slick flesh against her skin sends shivers through Hannah's body. She can feel Brooklyn's labored breathing against her chest as she struggles to break free. Hannah squeezes her biceps tighter, applying more pressure to Brooklyn's head and chest, before shifting her weight little by little, snugly over both thighs and hips, conquering her rival one groan at a time.
"You're done, Decker. Give up," Hannah says, nuzzling her lips into Brooklyn's ear and breathing heavily, the rest of her arms and legs wrapped around the blonde’s body, as though their tight, intimate embrace was always meant to be.
Brooklyn of course tries to fight back, her fists hammering off Hannah's thighs and sides, but Hannah's hold on her is too tight, too vicious, and Brooklyn soon finds her strength shuddering and fading.
Hannah takes advantage of the situation, moving a free hand to the back of Brooklyn's bikini briefs and giving them a firm tug, pulling them upwards into a wedgie. Brooklyn gasps in shock and pain, her body jerking forward involuntarily, and further into the depths of the smother.
Hannah parts her lips off the side of Brooklyn's face, whispering, "You're mine now, baby. You can't escape," she says, feeling the sensation of her rival’s parted lips and tip of the nose squished against her breasts.
Brooklyn's struggles start to weaken, slowly beginning to realize she's fully trapped and helpless in Hannah's breast smother. Her arms start to go limp, and her punches slow down to feeble taps against Hannah's sides. Deep in the depths, her eyes start to flutter and her body goes limp, no longer able to resist the overpowering hold for long...
Hannah can feel Brooklyn's body go limp against her, her arms falling lifelessly to her sides as her body melts into hers, each part fading one by one. All Brooklyn can do is breathe in the scent of Hannah's perfume mixed with the musk of sweat from their intense battle. The Lioness takes one last gasp of air before succumbing to the smother, passing out fully with her face buried in Hannah's chest.
Hannah holds her foe in place for a moment longer, shaking her left and right, relishing the feeling of her defeated opponent in her clutches. Finally, she releases the pressure on her head, allowing Decker’s parted lips to suck in air whilst still pressed to her chest.
But Hannah doesn’t let her go. Smirking, she sends hard slaps into her face, enjoying the sound of the tight smack against her reddened cheek. She then drills a few punches into Brooklyn's belly, just because she can, reveling in the feel of her once-toned abs giving way to her fists, and her dulled grunts filling the entire room.
“Payback’s a b*tch, huh?” Hannah says. She cups Brooklyn's chin, pulling her in close, her lips hovering just inches away from Brooklyn's. With one final act of domination, she locks lips with her defeated opponent, deepening the kiss as Brooklyn's eyes flutter closed and she falls limp in Hannah's embrace. Hannah's lips are pressed firmly against Brooklyn's, her tongue darting out and probing past the blonde's lips. She wraps both arms around the back of Brooklyn's neck, pulling her closer and deeper into the lip lock.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Hannah pulls away, a satisfied smirk on her face as she looks into the defeated blonde’s eyes. She plants a final smooch off her trembling forehead before releasing her hold on her shoulders, letting Decker flop back to the ground. Brooklyn lies there motionless and stunned, her chest heaving as she gasps for air, her eyes closed and her face red from the lack of oxygen.
As Brooklyn lies unconscious on the sauna floor, Hannah stands up and plants her foot onto Brooklyn's cheek, pressing down with a cocky smirk on her face. She stands tall, basking in the steam and heat of the sauna, her body glistening with sweat. The sauna room may be in devastation from their fierce battle, with towels and pool water strewn about haphazardly, and a few floor tiles chipped or cracked, but it’s Hannah who emerges victorious this time!
Official Decision: Hannah Ferguson wins via Sitting Breast Smother at 19:01
***
Breathless and adrenaline still pumping through her veins, Hannah Ferguson stood before the counter of The Hot House, victory still fresh on her mind.
The receptionist, who had watched as the sauna door slowly swung back open, smiled as Hannah stumbled out, looking battered and dazed, but the one standing tall. Her entire body glistened with sweat, and she was covered head to toe with red welts and pink skin.
"Congratulations, Miss Ferguson," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
Hannah gave a small nod, still feeling the thrill of the fight coursing through her body. But then she remembered the name of the room where Brooklyn had smothered her out.
"Hey, listen," she said, leaning in closer to the counter. "About the name of the room..."
He smiled, before raising a hand. “Say no more. Did you have something in mind?”
Hannah’s lips curled into a smile. “How about ‘Decker’s Defeat’?”
