Aunt Cass vs Helen Parr 74 - 89 (Patreon)

The moment the headlock loosened, Cass launched herself forward with explosive speed, leaping onto Helen’s back and wrapping her arms tightly around her neck in a rear choke.

“How’s that feel? Too good?” Cass taunted, her voice low and mocking as she cinched the grip. “Go on—try to escape if you can.”

Helen strained with raw power, trying to pry the other woman’s arms loose, but Cass’s hold was ironclad. Damn it, Helen cursed inwardly. How the hell does a civilian train to this level? For a fleeting second, she regretted accepting the challenge.

No. A fiercer voice rose inside her. No matter what, she was going to put this bitch on her knees. This had become a matter of pure pride.

Helen stopped fighting the grip directly. Instead, she planted her feet and drove backward with the full weight of her body, slamming them both toward the steel cage like a freight train.

CRASH!

Cass’s arm collided hard with the metal bars, and the impact loosened her hold just enough. Helen seized the opening instantly, grabbing Cass’s wrist and wrenching the choke free in one violent motion.

“You sneaky little bitch…!” Cass snarled.

Their arms locked in a raw test of strength at chest level, muscles flexing and trembling. Suddenly, Cass’s hand shot forward, roughly seizing one of Helen’s massive breasts.

“Uhh—?!” Helen’s eyes widened in shock.

“Why so surprised?” Cass purred, her thumb circling Helen’s nipple with deliberate mockery. “You started this. We both agreed to the terms, remember?”

Her fingers kneaded the heavy, yielding flesh with surprising skill—firm yet teasing. “I thought these were implants… but they’re real. I’ll give you that much.”

“Ughhh…!” A mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure twisted Helen’s face.

“What you did to mine just hurt,” Cass whispered hotly against Helen’s ear. “Let me show you how a real woman does it…”

Her fingers tugged and rolled the sensitive nipple before squeezing the full breast from behind, compressing the tissue with expert pressure.

Helen cried out—a sharp, pleasure-laced moan that echoed through the cage. Cass let out a satisfied hum of triumph.

Under the intense pressure, Helen’s swollen breast tightened and erupted, warm milk spraying from her nipple in forceful jets. Her eyes rolled back as her body convulsed several times before going limp in Cass’s grasp.

“Very sensitive,” Cass whispered with a wicked smile. “Has that old husband of yours been neglecting you lately?” She added smugly, “See? Without your powers, you’re nothing. Not as a fighter… and not as a woman. I’m clearly superior.”

“Freaks like you should be—” Cass snarled, her voice dripping with venom, but the words died in her throat.

THWACK!

Helen's fist slammed into Cass’s unguarded face. Cass grunted and immediately fired back. The two powerful, curvaceous women traded savage punches in a chaotic, brutal exchange. Grunts and wet impacts filled the air.

It didn’t take long for the damage to show. Cass’s head snapped back as blood sprayed from her nose. Dizzy, she staggered until her back hit the cage bars for support.

She raised her hands in a defensive guard, expecting more punches—but Helen’s next attack came from an entirely different direction.

Cass’s eyes widened in shock as she felt fingers slip under her bikini bottoms. Helen’s hand pushed past her outer lips and plunged inside without hesitation.

“We agreed to this, didn’t we?” Helen smirked, her eyes gleaming with vicious satisfaction. “You started it, after all.”

Her fingers began thrusting like pistons inside the tight, slick heat. Cass let out a choked moan.

“Let me show you how a real woman does it,” Helen threw Cass’s own words back at her. “Good lord… you’re already this wet? Pathetic.”

“Y-you… fucking bitch…!” Cass gasped, her breathing shallow and ragged.

“Isn’t it strange?” Helen continued, her thumb rubbing firm, relentless circles over Cass’s swollen clit. “A woman with a body like this… thirty-five and still unmarried. What’s the matter? Not interested in men at all?”

Her fingers drove deeper, curling expertly. Cass’s head fell back against the bars as another involuntary moan escaped her.

“Or are you just the type who spreads her legs for anyone who looks your way?” Helen hissed. “How sad. You’re nothing. As a fighter… as a woman… you’re just a pathetic, powerless little bitch.”

Cass’s body suddenly tensed violently. A raw, shuddering cry of climax tore from her throat as her hips bucked helplessly against Helen’s invading hand.