Clash of the Titans
Cheating Death
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
...her sports bra. If you hadn't seen it from countless miles away you wouldn't have been able to comprehend what this location was. In seconds Trish took you from a planetary bench to what felt like another planet. Black and tan as far as the eyes could see. A mere inch of Trish's bosom occupied all your senses and blinded you from the rest of the world. You couldn't even distinguish anything above you. It had to have been Trish's face smirking down at you but it went on for such a distance the sky was an incomprehensible tan. It had to have been her chin, with her lips being continents away.
Painful noises make your ears cry out in agony. Trish was saying something but you were so close to her face and she was so big it didn't seem remotely like speech, just indescribably loud sounds. It was amazing you weren't deaf yet, though you wish you were. Trish's fingers moved you closer to the infinite blackness of her sports bra. You saw another massive finger pull it open slightly before you were roughly dropped in. Mercifully your landing was soft, but you were now trapped in the pitch black realm of a sports bra. Despite being as tight as possible to hold in her bosom you could spy above you a tiny sliver of light you could escape from...if you could climb a hundred or so miles. Still, it was worth a shot. You began your long climb when the entire moon you rested on seemed to move. It wasn't certain but it felt like you were going up by...a lot of miles. The gentle wind of Trish's chest moving upwards maybe an inch at most slammed you mercilessly deeper into her bra. Another infinitely loud sound came from an immense distance below then it hit you: she took a step. With a single step Trish sent you dozens of miles backwards, deeper into her bra. It was clear now you weren't going anywhere.
-----
"Hope you're ready bug. This is a really important match so I'll need all the support I can get." Trish grinned as she placed her speck between her bra and boob. "Make sure to worship me nice and good now. Or else." Full of confident swagger she took her first step out of the room, focused on how her speck reacted. She didn't care how many times he'd die during this little bout. She just wanted to see if she could feel his tiny body flail around her sports bra with every step. As it turned out: she could. She could only imagine the hell he was about to go through. How small would he get? A single punch to her chest would almost surely kill him a dozen times over. Maybe he'd get lucky if her other boob took most of the damage but fat chance of that. She was going to fight like there wasn't anything different about today, and whatever happened to her bug was going to happen.
"Hope he doesn't get so small I'll never find him. That'd be a shame." Trish laughed.
"Then again, he'd get to spend the rest of his life worshiping and living off of me. There are worse ways to go." She cackled again, heading out of the locker room.
Roaring cheers awaited her outside. For her big, career-determining fight the seats were all filled to the brim with people ready to see two women savagely beat the daylights out of each other. Outside the ring the coaches sat on opposite ends. Trish headed to her end silently, occasionally pumping the crowd up. Her opponent glared from inside the ring: an admittedly intimidating-looking six-foot tall woman ripped with muscles.
Not a Goddess like me though.
Trish began to climb into the ring, faintly aware of her coach offering some encouragement. She took her position across from her opponent with a referee between them.
"Okay I want a clean fight. No biting, no cheapshots." He glared at Trish as he said that. "Is that clear? Shake hands and get ready to start."
The woman stuck out her hand for Trish, she smacked it away. "Save it for your girlfriend Tiny."
Enraged, the woman pulled her hand back and got into a fighting stance, much like Trish did. The Ref and crowd joined together for a last five-second countdown. When it came time for the bell both girl's lunged at the other with all their might. The woman was the first to make her move. With surprising agility her fist barreled right for Trish's chest. Fast as it was though she knew she could both take it and dodge it with ease. She almost did too, then she remembered her new slave. With that she took the blow and jumped back. Adrenaline blinded her senses of whatever happened to the man on her chest but Trish couldn't care less. She grinned confidently.
"This is going to be easy."
-----
What the fuck was going on?
You couldn't tell anymore. Everything was pitch black and louder than anything you'd ever heard before. You were fairly certain an eardrum popped with the other not too far behind. The volume of the world alone was enough to completely cripple any notion you had of trying to escape. You held yourself as tightly as you could against Trish's chest, hoping to blot out the sound. Under your breath were nothing but prayers for some kind of help. Your answer was what could only be described as a shock wave smacking you senseless. You didn't know what it was but considering where you were it seemed only logical Trish got hit. The blow narrowly missed the breast you were on and slammed into her other one but the hurricane's from it sent you spiraling into the air for miles, where you finally landed with a few cracked bones on another section of pitch-black breast. If not for the soft landing you would have certainly died from falling. Increasingly loud booms came from into the darkness. It took a moment before it hit you that this was Trish's heart pounding. It didn't matter, it was just another deafening noise on top of everything else. All you could make out in the chaos was one word Trish uttered.
"....Easy."
Then another whirlwind let you know she was on the offensive.
-----
This fight was a joke. Trish quickly realizing that moments after beginning her barrage. Despite her scary expression and height the woman she was fighting was a complete joke. Her punches were barely noticeable and with each blow she received from Trish she was notably staggered. She pissed Trish right off. Everything about her screamed things that made her mad. She was muscular but a glance could tell she didn't train like she should. Her features were all feminine and cared for like a girl who spent more time at a mirror than at a gym. It was painfully obvious this was a woman who was only in MMA because it was just a casual hobby she happened to be suited for. For Trish, who took it like her sole entertainment in life, it was an insult. So she didn't hold back.
This woman was getting wrecked. By the end of the first round Trish had her sweating bullets and dizzy, whereas she was only just getting warmed up. The woman's coach dabbed her with a towel and gave her water but she seemed unresponsive. Trish took a quick swig of water, pounded her fists and rushed to finish the job.
One final combo later it was done. The woman was on the ground and Trish was victorious. The referee grabbed her hand and cheered her on as the winner. The punk girl smiled at the crowds and raised her fists into the air. She screamed as loudly as she could in victory. Everyone was chanting her name. Much like her bug they were acknowledging her true greatness.
Speaking of the bug, she'd needed to check up on him. Once all the fervor started to die down Trish headed to the locker room to change. First things first: her sports bra came off and she looked for her favorite dirt speck.
"What the fuck?! Where is he?!"
He was nowhere to be seen.
Painful noises make your ears cry out in agony. Trish was saying something but you were so close to her face and she was so big it didn't seem remotely like speech, just indescribably loud sounds. It was amazing you weren't deaf yet, though you wish you were. Trish's fingers moved you closer to the infinite blackness of her sports bra. You saw another massive finger pull it open slightly before you were roughly dropped in. Mercifully your landing was soft, but you were now trapped in the pitch black realm of a sports bra. Despite being as tight as possible to hold in her bosom you could spy above you a tiny sliver of light you could escape from...if you could climb a hundred or so miles. Still, it was worth a shot. You began your long climb when the entire moon you rested on seemed to move. It wasn't certain but it felt like you were going up by...a lot of miles. The gentle wind of Trish's chest moving upwards maybe an inch at most slammed you mercilessly deeper into her bra. Another infinitely loud sound came from an immense distance below then it hit you: she took a step. With a single step Trish sent you dozens of miles backwards, deeper into her bra. It was clear now you weren't going anywhere.
-----
"Hope you're ready bug. This is a really important match so I'll need all the support I can get." Trish grinned as she placed her speck between her bra and boob. "Make sure to worship me nice and good now. Or else." Full of confident swagger she took her first step out of the room, focused on how her speck reacted. She didn't care how many times he'd die during this little bout. She just wanted to see if she could feel his tiny body flail around her sports bra with every step. As it turned out: she could. She could only imagine the hell he was about to go through. How small would he get? A single punch to her chest would almost surely kill him a dozen times over. Maybe he'd get lucky if her other boob took most of the damage but fat chance of that. She was going to fight like there wasn't anything different about today, and whatever happened to her bug was going to happen.
"Hope he doesn't get so small I'll never find him. That'd be a shame." Trish laughed.
"Then again, he'd get to spend the rest of his life worshiping and living off of me. There are worse ways to go." She cackled again, heading out of the locker room.
Roaring cheers awaited her outside. For her big, career-determining fight the seats were all filled to the brim with people ready to see two women savagely beat the daylights out of each other. Outside the ring the coaches sat on opposite ends. Trish headed to her end silently, occasionally pumping the crowd up. Her opponent glared from inside the ring: an admittedly intimidating-looking six-foot tall woman ripped with muscles.
Not a Goddess like me though.
Trish began to climb into the ring, faintly aware of her coach offering some encouragement. She took her position across from her opponent with a referee between them.
"Okay I want a clean fight. No biting, no cheapshots." He glared at Trish as he said that. "Is that clear? Shake hands and get ready to start."
The woman stuck out her hand for Trish, she smacked it away. "Save it for your girlfriend Tiny."
Enraged, the woman pulled her hand back and got into a fighting stance, much like Trish did. The Ref and crowd joined together for a last five-second countdown. When it came time for the bell both girl's lunged at the other with all their might. The woman was the first to make her move. With surprising agility her fist barreled right for Trish's chest. Fast as it was though she knew she could both take it and dodge it with ease. She almost did too, then she remembered her new slave. With that she took the blow and jumped back. Adrenaline blinded her senses of whatever happened to the man on her chest but Trish couldn't care less. She grinned confidently.
"This is going to be easy."
-----
What the fuck was going on?
You couldn't tell anymore. Everything was pitch black and louder than anything you'd ever heard before. You were fairly certain an eardrum popped with the other not too far behind. The volume of the world alone was enough to completely cripple any notion you had of trying to escape. You held yourself as tightly as you could against Trish's chest, hoping to blot out the sound. Under your breath were nothing but prayers for some kind of help. Your answer was what could only be described as a shock wave smacking you senseless. You didn't know what it was but considering where you were it seemed only logical Trish got hit. The blow narrowly missed the breast you were on and slammed into her other one but the hurricane's from it sent you spiraling into the air for miles, where you finally landed with a few cracked bones on another section of pitch-black breast. If not for the soft landing you would have certainly died from falling. Increasingly loud booms came from into the darkness. It took a moment before it hit you that this was Trish's heart pounding. It didn't matter, it was just another deafening noise on top of everything else. All you could make out in the chaos was one word Trish uttered.
"....Easy."
Then another whirlwind let you know she was on the offensive.
-----
This fight was a joke. Trish quickly realizing that moments after beginning her barrage. Despite her scary expression and height the woman she was fighting was a complete joke. Her punches were barely noticeable and with each blow she received from Trish she was notably staggered. She pissed Trish right off. Everything about her screamed things that made her mad. She was muscular but a glance could tell she didn't train like she should. Her features were all feminine and cared for like a girl who spent more time at a mirror than at a gym. It was painfully obvious this was a woman who was only in MMA because it was just a casual hobby she happened to be suited for. For Trish, who took it like her sole entertainment in life, it was an insult. So she didn't hold back.
This woman was getting wrecked. By the end of the first round Trish had her sweating bullets and dizzy, whereas she was only just getting warmed up. The woman's coach dabbed her with a towel and gave her water but she seemed unresponsive. Trish took a quick swig of water, pounded her fists and rushed to finish the job.
One final combo later it was done. The woman was on the ground and Trish was victorious. The referee grabbed her hand and cheered her on as the winner. The punk girl smiled at the crowds and raised her fists into the air. She screamed as loudly as she could in victory. Everyone was chanting her name. Much like her bug they were acknowledging her true greatness.
Speaking of the bug, she'd needed to check up on him. Once all the fervor started to die down Trish headed to the locker room to change. First things first: her sports bra came off and she looked for her favorite dirt speck.
"What the fuck?! Where is he?!"
He was nowhere to be seen.
123 views
·
March 13, 2025
Log in to comment