Scarlet Executioner vs Silver Princess: Miyaka Jin (d) vs Noelle Silva

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Noelle was not going to waste a single second. Miyaka may need moments, but she wasn't going to get a damn one from the Spaniard. "Now, how well can you take it?!" Noelle cried out as she forced Miyaka onto her stomach and twisted both of the rookie's arms behind her back with a Double Hammerlock. Then the princess would sit down on Miyaka's arms, pinning them between her own back and Noelle's mighty ass.

Next, Noelle would reach forward and grab Miyaka by her hips, pulling them towards herself until the Chinese fighter's legs would be in reach. Once Noelle had them, she would pull Miyaka's legs all the way back under her arms for a Boston Crab. Which when combined with the Double Hammerlock, left Miyaka's body completely immobilized. Her limbs were all trapped by the submissions, and her body was pinned in place under Noelle.

Knowing that Miyaka couldn't do a damn thing about it, Noelle got greedy with her hold. Normally when performing a Boston Crab, you kept your feet planted on the ground in order to make it as hard for your opponent to move you as possible. But with Miyaka unable to move her regardless, Noelle would lean back and lift her legs up and use her crushing thighs to add a Bodyscissor on top of the two submissions she already had locked in, now utilizing her core strength to maintain her balance.

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A low, animalistic growl tore from Miyaka’s throat, the sound muffled directly into the canvas. The brutal double submission threatened to snap her back, but as Noelle lifted her feet off the ground to lock in the Bodyscissor, Miyaka felt the shift.

Noelle had traded her solid base for pure showmanship. She was floating, relying entirely on core balance.

Miyaka forced her growl to turn into a shuddering, breathless groan, letting her body go unnaturally limp. She deliberately stopped resisting, allowing her forehead to rest on the mat as if she were on the brink of tapping out. She needed Noelle to buy the act and relax into her triumph.

Drop your guard, you royal pain in the ass Miyaka thought, her eyes burning with sharp focus beneath her sweat-slicked bangs.

With Noelle unanchored, the moment the princess leaned back to savor the hold, Miyaka was going to violently shift her weight and drive a brutal backward strike straight into Noelle's exposed chin.

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Noelle knew immediately that Miyaka was faking. It seemed like she hadn't had enough experience being on the wrong end of a fight to know how it was supposed to look. The acting job itself wasn't bad, but Noelle knew that you didn't go from growling straight to limp on the floor like this so quickly. If there wasn't some thrashing and screaming in between those points, there was at least a good bit more time.

Noelle would maintain her 3 in 1 submission hold without letting up for a good couple minutes before saying, "Are you gonna give up, or are you going to just keep lying their like a dead fish?" The Spaniard would hold the submission for maybe another minute or so before she would play into Miyaka's trap with the intent to use it for herself.

Noelle would relax a bit, shifting a little to the right in order to make Miyaka strike with her left. And when Miyaka tried to strike, Noelle would fall off of Miyaka's back and pull her head away, dodging the strike. Then once Miyaka whiffed, Noelle would grab the arm, pull the rookie onto her side, and pull the arm up past Miyaka's head. Then Noelle would lay on top of the arm to pin it with her body, placing her crotch onto Miyaka's face. Lastly to lock down Miyaka, Noelle would grab her other arm by the wrist and pull it up across the rookie's body.

"Remember what I told you earlier about showing you how to make a woman's body submit without even hurting them? Well. . ." Noelle said before sliding her free hand under the open side of Miyaka's dress and beginning to grope her. At the same time, the Spaniard would start grinding and rubbing her sweaty crotch against the rookie's face. Then, Noelle would lower her head and begin licking Miyaka's armpit. Once again, she targeted Miyaka with a three pronged attack. With Miyaka's body pinned on her side beneath Noelle's heavier, stronger frame, the rookie wouldn't be able to writhe or thrash her way out with her upper body. The only thing Noelle had to keep watch on were Miyaka's legs. But the Chinese wrestler would have to swing her legs far enough to actually land on Noelle's head that she would almost certainly struggle to actually reach. Then even if Miyaka's legs could make it, Noelle would have plenty of time to react and counter.

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Miyaka’s blood boiled as Noelle’s trap sprung. The missed strike left her completely exposed, and in an instant, the Spaniard capitalized—rolling her onto her side, trapping her arm, and smothering her options beneath total physical control.

The sheer disrespect of the position, paired with
Noelle’s smug taunts and suffocating hold, sent a surge of pure fury through Miyaka's chest. She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached, forced to swallow her rage while pinned helpless on her side. Every instinct screamed at her to thrash blindly and kick out, but she forced her body to stay locked down. A wild, telegraphed kick would be easily dodged or countered,
leaving her in an even worse spot.

Instead, Miyaka absorbed the suffocating pressure and endured the humiliating control, letting Noelle believe her psychological tactics were completely breaking the rookie's spirit. She needed the princess to get comfortable, to believe she had total mastery over the moment.

Underneath her forced stillness, Miyaka’s tactical mind was working rapidly. She felt the distribution of Noelle's weight and measured the distance between them. Noelle was watching for a leg strike, but maintaining that level of smothering pressure required balance—and balance could always be broken.

Keep gloating, you arrogant royal, Miyaka thought, her eyes burning with cold intensity as she waited out the barrage. She just needed Noelle to commit slightly too far forward or drop her focus for a single second, and the second that gap opened, Miyaka would throw everything into a game-changing counter.

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Noelle knew exactly what Miyaka wanted. What she probably felt entitled to, with how she'd acted to this point. But Noelle wasn't stupid enough to let her foot off the gas or fall asleep at the wheel. She knew what Miyaka wanted, and she was never going to give it to her. The most she would do in that regard was pause her licking a moment to throw another taunt, "You know the dead fish routine doesn't fool me, right?"

If Miyaka wasn't going to react to what Noelle was doing, then the princess was going to make her. The rookie was waiting for the moment Noelle let up, but she was only going to push harder instead. The hand that the Spaniard had on groping duty would now pull Miyaka's breast out from the side of her dress, showing the rookie's bare tit to the world. Noelle would then shift her mouth from licking Miyaka's armpit to sucking on her exposed boob. Then Noelle would reach her hand back in to go back to groping the breast that was still hidden in Miyaka's dress. And of course, Miyaka's face was still getting worked over by Noelle's pussy on top of this, as well.

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Noelle’s refusal to ease up. Doubling down on the intense, intimate contact. As sent a shockwave through Miyaka. Against her will, a treacherous flush of heat rippled through her core. Her breath hitched; her body was betraying her.

No... not now! Gnnnnn...Using this embarrassing technique...Gnnnnn!Miyaka bit her lip, desperately fighting back the subtle, creeping arousal threatening to melt her focus. She forced her mind back to survival, enduring the agonizing heat until she felt Noelle lean her weight too far forward.

Drowning out the unwanted sensation with sheer willpower, Miyaka bridged and twisted her hips upward attempting to destroying Noelle’s center of gravity.

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"Heh, heh," Noelle laughed, "Now we're getting somewhere." It was inevitable, really. Save for possibly the most ascetic of monks, nobody who had their body under the complete control of a person who was sexually dominating them would be able to repress their body's instinct and urges for very long. Miyaka's moans proved that she was no exception. Her body's reality overwrote her mind's desire.

Noelle saw Miyaka start to thrash, buck, and twist her hips, and she knew it was almost time to crush the rookie entirely. Noelle was finally going to give Miyaka what she wanted. But if Noelle performed her next move properly, then even that wouldn't help her. Once Miyaka had twisted and bucked up towards Noelle enough that her pussy was within reach, Noelle would lunge forward and clamp her hand down onto it for a brutal Crotch Claw.

Noelle knew that Miyaka was waiting for her to shift forward to trigger a counter, so she also knew that she had to be both quick and precise. Miyaka's sexual arousal would slow her mind enough that she shouldn't be ready to react before Noelle gets to her crotch. Then, so long as the Spaniard secures a clean grip and doesn't fumble it, the sudden searing pain shooting from Miyaka's pussy up through her body should freeze any counter attempts in their tracks.

If Noelle got this far, then last would be the coup de grace. The princess would wrap her thighs around Miyaka's neck and pull her down from her side onto her back, locking her into a Reverse Headscissors. Then Noelle would pull her lower legs up into the air, which would make her calves lift Miyaka's head up, which would subsequently push the rookie's face forward into Noelle's ass for a Stinkface smother to combo on top of the Headscissors. Of course, Noelle would make sure to rub her ass back and forth on Miyaka's face, and her stomach on top of the Chinese woman's tits to maintain her attack of arousal. All the while, the main facet of Noelle's attack, the pain and pleasure Crotch Claw, would remain in full force.

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The world narrowed down to the agonising, white-hot burst of pain radiating from between Miyaka’s legs. The sudden, merciless clamping of Noelle’s Crotch Claw caught her mid-movement, snapping through her defences and instantly freezing her planned counter.

A high, breathless gasp tore from Miyaka’s throat as she was wrenched violently back onto her mat, the sudden agony mingling violently with the heat already thrumming through her body. Before her brain could reboot, Noelle wrapped her thighs tight around Miyaka’s neck, dragging her back down into the suffocating, degrading trap of the Reverse Headscissors.
Miyaka’s face was shoved violently into the Spaniard’s damp, heavy shorts, smothering her breath as Noelle began to grind down with humiliating rhythm.
A muffled, desperate sound escaped Miyaka into the fabric. It was supposed to be a growl, but it trembled, laced with an embarrassing, involuntary rise in pitch.

Being a rookie in this organisation with years of assassination experience. Falling into this embarrassing hold together this terrifying fusion of sharp pain, suffocating weight, and intense, unwanted sensory overload was entirely foreign. Her mind was spiralling. The raw agony of the claw kept her muscles paralysed, but the rhythmic friction against her face and chest sent erratic spikes of forced, confused pleasure rushing straight through her system.

Focus... dammit, FOCUS! she screamed internally, her fingers digging frantically into the canvas.
Small, shuddering gasps betrayed how close her spirit was to fracturing. Her body wanted to surrender, to melt under the suffocating tide of heat and pressure. But beneath the fog of forced arousal and blinding pain, a tiny, stubborn ember of defiance refused to die out completely. Her eyes, wide and unfocused behind sweat-drenched bangs, stayed fixed on the canvas, desperately searching for a way to survive the overload.