Hentai Pop Quiz: Ms. Spencer vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Maybe Arlise should avoid the obvious before she considered how to bait Muriel into complacency - if such a thing could be done.

Perhaps she no longer possessed the energy to "avoid the obvious." She lingered on her side, giving the many ailments all across her shapely body a chance to stop panging from the landing. By the time she believed she could rise without something screaming at her in full-throated complaint - mere seconds, really - Muriel had already risen and shook the ring around her. Arlise started to turn onto her back and mount a defense, but she found her legs tangling around Muriel's, who stood between them. The redhead gasped her panicked and turned back over in hopes of scrambling away, but this offered both meaty gams to the teacher on a platter.

Arlise clawed the canvas with her nails, but so familiar with submissions herself, she could feel it happening, perfect step by perfect step - her legs getting folded over her own ass, coiled together, and pulled beneath Muriel's arm. She had her cheek pinned to the canvas in fearful expectation before the other middleweight settled into the hold. Then, the pressure strained her knees, her ankles, her hips, and her lower back. "AAAAAAGH!" she cried before she silenced herself, her body tearing into helpless pawing.

God, it hurt. She started to clutch at her head before her hands balled into fists. She couldn't... stay in this long. Her legs burned with misery, and she knew something would give way before long - and it would not be Arlise herself giving in to tap. She tilted her eyes, looking for the ropes. They seemed... impossibly far, but she tried to convince herself that she could achieve them.

The crowd, torn between the sight of her beautiful legs contorted and wanting to support her rally, tore into greater cheers as she dragged herself the first eight inches on her elbows, wishing her neck didn't hurt and her shoulders didn't hurt... and that her breasts didn't weigh her down. She stifled her moans, doing everything she could do put the pain at a distance and focus on her escape.

[BlackAkuma]

The right cross of the legs, the proper application of pressure, enough elevation and a good stance to maintain balance.

Yes, Muriel believed she had ticked all the boxes for a good sharpshooter. It had been a good while since she pulled this move out of her repertoire, a testament to how dangerous of an opponent she was finding Arlise to be. She had to break out her best weapons to put the woman down, and she hoped her foe appreciated that. It might be hard for her to have that perspective now, when it likely felt that her legs were being pulled out of their sockets, but still…

Muriel milked the hold for a few more seconds, only to drop it abruptly before Arlise even made it halfway to the ropes. Something she would not have done in any standard match, but here, her goal was to give the woman pleasure, and hurting her too much would’ve been counterintuitive. She needed her pliant but functional, and she felt the woman was at such a point.

She flipped the woman over on her back and dropped down to sit on her waist, taking a moment to settle in as she pinned her foe down. ”Apologies for being so rough with you, Ms. Christiaens. A necessary evil.” She ran a soft hand across Arlise’s chest, giving her breasts a gentle stroke. ”Allow me to make it up to you.”

Before that, however, it was getting a bit stuffy in here, wasn’t it? Muriel’s hands went to the hem of her shirt, gave it a good tug, and peeled it off her sweaty body, exposing the more racy attire she wore underneath, much to the crowd - and Arlise’s, she would imagine - approval.