She wants to have more fun with you first.

mmff! Your face is filled with her knockers again, but this time a bit lighter. It's hard to breathe, but you can get in the occasional thin breath. Ha! Maybe this champion's technique isn't all it's cracked up to be EEP WHAT IS SHE DOING?!

"Calm down, whore. It's not like you weren't asking for this." She mocks as her powerful hands grip your sports bra, fingers on the inside and pressed up against your compressed bosom. "It seems to be all you're good for anyway."

With that, she yanks her hands apart, hard. The fabric's been under strain ever since you put it on, and with a woman this powerful going at it, there's no way it can stand up to the ****... AHH! YOUR BOOBS ARE FREE! YOUR SPORTS BRA IS TORN AND YOUR BOOBS ARE OUT FOR EVERYBODY TO SEE!

You shoot your hands up to your reddening face, and cover your eyes with the palms of your hands. Is this really happening...? angh. Oh no, it's getting worse....

You don't need to look in order to see the smug grin on the Bombardier's face as she hunches over you, flicking her tongue back and fourth over your nipple. Geez... she's making them stiffen, in front of this many people? What did you do to her?!

With a short om, she takes your nipple into her mouth and begins lightly sucking on it. All the while she twiddles the other one with her thumb and forefinger. She releases you every now and then only to taunt you.

"You stupid whores with your big tits... thinking you're so much better... om, gob.... but you're nothing. You're little oversensitive sluts with nothing to do but wail for anybody with an ounce of strength.... What if I just flattened these, huh? You'd be ruined. I'd have taken everything from you.... When I'm in this ring, I'm the Bombardier, and the undefeated champion. But I'm the Bimbo Buster every second of my life. Now, finally, I get to be both at once...."

whuh?

She returns her smirking mouth to your breasts, now focusing on the other tit as she laps her tongue all over and around this. How did you end up here? When she's had her fill, she sits back upright and looks you over evilly. "I bet you wouldn't last ten seconds if I started tribbing you, whore." You know the definitions of only some of the words she's been saying this whole time, but you're pretty sure that she's being mean to you. "But why focus on your loose little pussy when you're just so STACKED?!"

OWW! LET GO! SHE'S DIGGING HER FINGERS RIGHT INTO YOUR TITS! STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP- glmp!

Satisfied with your degradation, the Bombardier returns your features to her own not insubstantial bosom. This is it... You can't stand up to this....

"Honestly, I expected you to last at least a little bit longer against me, honey. But I guess tits are enough to get you popular, and popularity's enough to get people thinking you have skill. But really, you put up such a minuscule- Oh... She's out."

.............

***

You wake up some time later, tits open to the cold air of the now dark and empty arena. The tatters of your overly tiny sports bra lay spread out across your sideways-outstretched arms as you lay in the middle of the mat. They really just left you here?

Well, sheepishly, you sit up and cover your breasts with your arm from all of the people not around to see you. But it makes you feel better, as you rush off to the change rooms to get back into your clothes.