Give'em What They Want - Katsumi Oshiro vs Sonata Kazuhiko

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The grapple is going a little longer than a waistlock normally would. But that is, indeed, because it's become something a little more than a transitionary hold. Katsumi continues to put pressure on Sonata's stomach, gently caving her midsection as the two bodies grind into each other. Her left leg raises, brushing her thigh against the other girl's hip in an effort to try to add more weight to her back. If she can force her down onto hands and knees, then her arms won't be forcing her to struggle just to keep the pressure on!

Though the audience can certainly see the blush on Sonata's pretty face, Katsumi can't. All she's aware of is the electrical sensation of excessive skin contact, the slow, welcoming burn of a physical struggle, and the thrill of being in the dominant position over another person. Her head lowers and tucks, bringing her face against the crook of Sonata's neck. She exhales a puff of heated air against her skin accompanying a flex of her arms, a shift of her hips to try to ply more pressure. "Hnnh.."

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Sonata found herself in the clutches of Katsumi's reverse bear hug with little to do but struggle! The girl was surprisingly strong. At least as strong as her. Perhaps more. When her fingers found the girls grip, she was unable to shake it. She continued to press against the girls arms, hoping to earn some space to work. Instead, she was finding herself slowly drained of stamina! Her breathing was coming in shallower. Her muscles getting less O2. And as her cute little tummy was crushed, she coughed cutely. And then found herself sinking forward!

Her hands shot out to catch herself to keep from face planting, but also relinquishing the hand fight. "Gah!" She squeaked out as Katsumi took position behind her. The position forced her butt backwards against Kat's hips and was more than a little suggestive. The tickle of her warm breath combined with the shifting of her hips did little to alleviate the humiliating imagery. Sonata bit her lower lip in subconscious appreciation of the dominant, sensual take down.

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Katsumi really didn't mean it to be so sensual! But even she had to admit wrestling the swimsuited blonde down to the mat in a gutwrench hold was kind of hot. The audience was certainly loving it.

Katsumi's hips push tighter against Sonata's pert rear as Katsumi's eyes fall shut. Her face presses in a little more against the other girl's cheek, her lips occasionally brushing her neck as she jockeys for an evermore securely dominant poise. Her heart has begun to pound harder, faster, easily felt against Sonata's shoulder. And with Sonata relegated to all fours, Katsumi has no obstacles in the way when it comes to crushing the other girl's delectable tummy.

The Punk Princess is pretty sure she has her dead to rights. She doesn't want her passing out, though - just weakened. Just lying beneath her, compliant and submissive. That's what she's shooting for. Katsumi arches her hips suddenly tighter to Sonata's rear, her arms flexing with a mild tremble, trying to squeeze the last of Sonata's strength from her core. She wants the girl lying facedown. At least to start! But she has no intention of letting the referee count a knockout.

"Hnnh..! Come on... give in..."

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"Nyahhh..." She wheezed breathlessly as Katsumi continued to crush her midsection. The move was fast draining her stamina. Her tiny chest was rising and falling with ever quickening pace as she struggled to breathe. Her arms trembled with effort as their strength was fading, making it ever difficult to support her own weight ontop of Katsumi's.

Katsumi could feel Sonata's heat radiating against her hips from their intimately close contact. She felt it twitch back against her submissively as her lips played along her sensitive neck. "Fwah~..." It made the blonde gasp cutely as her libido was stroked. And that gasp was the last vestiges of air in her body! She felt her lungs seize, unable to reflate.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she began to drool. Her vision and body both swayed before giving out entirely and faceplanting onto the canvas! The position left her face down, ass up. Her cheek pressed to the mat in a slowly building pool of her own saliva. Her lovely butt pressing provatively against Katsumi's crotch. It's damp heat impossible not to notice.

[CyanDimitrik]

This couldn't possibly have gone better for Katsumi. She nailed the girl in the belly, then proceeded to just... crush said stomach in a squeeze. The poor girl, perched on hands and knees, didn't seem to have any recourse. All she could do was try to not let her situation get worse while the audience watched Katsumi crush the life out of her.

Sonata drops. Katsumi immediately drops with her. Her bodyweight settles evenly against Sonata's form, adding some pressure against the blonde's midsection as her arms are caught between belly and mat. The audience is roaring at this point at the utter physical dominance, and Katsumi tries to make absolutely certain that her opponent is finished; her inner-thighs brush against Sonata's legs, her hips pushing a little tighter against the other girl's backside for leverage. Her arms give two firm, visible pumps inwards against Sonata's tummy, like an anaconda applying the final deathsqueeze. The final amount of pressure is sustained a little longer, Katsumi's feminine muscles tensed.

She feels zero resistance in the other girl. Not in her stomach, not in her limbs, nowhere. She can tell her prey is turned on, though. Heck, she couldn't deny that she was, herself. It felt incredibly, overwhelming the other girl like this. The extremely scant amount of clothing did nothing to lessen the warmth of the skin contact, or the friction of every subtle motion.

The referee drops to conduct the arm test, and Katsumi shoots her a glare.

"No. Not like that."

The Punk Princess peels her body off of Sonata to finally roll the girl over onto her back. It's felt like ages since she looked her in the face. But as soon as she's lying faceup, Katsumi lowers herself over her again. Her hips press tight against Sonata's, not even pretending to want to avoid that suggestively intimate contact. Her bare stomach pushes hard into Sonata's, finally feeling her body beneath her the way it was 'meant' to be. Modest breasts settle over Sonata's. Her left hand sets over the girl's bicep to hold it down, but it's really only to add a point of contact with Sonata's body. For the audience's sake! Honest! It adds to the visual! Her right hand raises, not to grab Sonata by the hair, but just sift her fingers through the fine blonde locks.

All in all? It looks intimate. And the fact that Katsumi's face is just hovering bare inches from Sonata's, close enough that each breath that passes her lips breezes against Sonata's only furthers it. Her heart pounds against her slightly smaller opponent, her legs sifting to slide between her thighs.

The referee drops beside the pair to slap the mat.

"One!"

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Sonata looked the perfect picture of sweet submission as Katsumi rolled her over. She appeared completely unconscious as Katsumi draped herself atop her. Her pert, barely covered breasts rose and fell with her breathing as her lungs were once again allowed to fill with air. She barely even stirred as Kat's warm skin met her own. Her hips bucked slightly, unconsciously, as her opponent's leg brushed between her thighs. Katsumi could feel the warmth of her arousal spread against her bare skin. A strange reaction to being choked unconscious... But she was otherwise entirely sedate.

It was absolutely clear that the blonde lightweight had been absolutely dominated by the reverse bearhug. Katsumi had even gone so far as to make a show of it, refusing the arm test and instead wanting to pin her to the canvas to show dominance. To show that she could do anything she wanted with the sleeping beauty's body. Her pale face appeared at peace, staring upward like a perfect porcelain doll.

"TWO!" The second count came and Sonata didn't stir. Her lips parted to breath in Katsumi's air. Her nipples hardened as Katsumi's heart beat reverberated through them. They stood defiant against her attire and pressed seductively against Katsumi. But they appeared to be the only thing that capable of standing at the moment.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lie over the girl, corner to corner, face to face; a girl she'd thoroughly, completely dominated. Feeling her limp, compliant condition, and the way her body reacted to her, it was nearly overwhelming. Excessive skin contact, from Katsumi's outer thighs brushing between Sonata's inner thighs, their stomachs mashing together with each inhale, one hand squeezing her prey's bicep securely while the other weaves fingers further into her hair.

Every breath Sonata takes pushes her body harder into hers. Every breath Katsumi takes causes a subtle grind between them. Her hips shift, feeling the warmth from the other girl. Breasts rub together from it, stomach against stomach. An involuntary shudder runs through Katsumi, and her hips press a little harder against Sonata's, accompanied with a small, pitchy exhale from the Punk Princess.

It's as though time has stopped. Since when did she decide she was loving the feel of the girl's completely compliant, nearly-bare body beneath hers? The sound of the two-count spurs another mild shift, a grind against her body, a spurring of friction between them. The audience is loving the dominant spectacle of Punk Princess conquering sweetly-innocent Sonata. And Katsumi badly wants to linger in that position longer, to let it ride out to its natural conclusion, even if it worries her. She'd never conquered someone so thoroughly before!

The hand races down to the mat again.

"Nnh!"

Katsumi pulls on the girl's hair and bicep, her body tilting a little. Without actually removing herself physically from Sonata, she's manually pulled the girl's shoulder up off the mat to force the pin to 'break'.

"No fall!"

She shoves Sonata back down squarely onto her back, lying flush against her again. Her breathing has hastened, softly panting against her lips.

"God.. dammit..," she murmurs, head tilting to touch her brow to her prey's. She wouldn't want Sonata to go down that quickly. She really wouldn't! It wouldn't feel right! ...Though, admittedly, she wants to let the moment last longer, too.

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If not for the slight difference in skin tone, it would be impossible to tell the lines of the two girls' bodies apart. They were pressed tightly together and... In a way, looked kind of sweet together. Katsumi's lips were inches from Sonata's. Their hips and chests pressed tightly against one another. The scene would be just as appropriate in an environment that involved drawn curtains and comforters rather than canvas and cheers. And Sonata's body was responding in kind, even in her state of half-consciousness.

Katsumi could feel the slickness of her foe's arousal against her bare thigh. A result of not only the close contact, but the rough treatment. It was humiliating to lose in this way, she thought dreamily. But it also made her hungry. It caused a tension just below her belly button that demanded relief. It caused a tickle between her thighs and a swell of heat that would be impossible for Katsumi not to feel in such close contact. Her eyes fluttered and her mouth opened and closed shyly, her lips searching for Katsumi's in her dazed state.

But just before making contact she found her positioning jostled! She was lifted from the canvas and the sudden motion jump started her system! "Oro!?" She said in confusion as she suddenly thrust her arm skyward! Her body bucked, kicking out of the pin on pure instinct alone! And it would have had to be instinct, since, without Katsumi's help the 3 count would have been long over!

"N-not yet!" She declared, unaware that she hadn't escaped unassisted!

[CyanDimitrik]

Is this Sienna's doing? Cathy's? Did someone drug her? Dammit, whatever. Katsumi could at least admit to herself that she's enjoying this; excessive, nigh-intimate body contact, but in a dominating way with the other girl. How she'd so thoroughly conquered her. But more importantly, she can tell Sonata is feeling... well, even moreso the same way. That's a little bit surprising. Only a little bit! The excessive physical contact can do wonders for a person! But being dominated so thoroughly? That's usually a turn-off! ..Right?

The girl's hips buck up against her own as she kicks out of the pin already technically broken! Katsumi swallows reactively at the feel of life jolting her 'prey', and tries to refocus.

"Y-yeah," she says, trying to subdue the mild shake in her voice. "I'm not done with you yet..."

She's sluggish to actually peel her body off the other girl's. But she eventually sits up on her knees, her right hand going behind Sonata's head, her left hand taking her by the elbow to guide her to sit up first, then continue up to her feet - where the ultimate goal is to drive a fist into the other girl's already abused belly.

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Sonata felt like her head was filled with air. The result of being choked unconscious no doubt. Her belly ached from the hold, but otherwise she was undamaged. The only other thing she could feel was the tightness upon her breasts and the clenching between her thighs. Her cheeks were a blush of rosey red that rivaled her opponents. There was no denying that she was enjoying herself. She bit her lip as she acknowledged her libido.

"Good." She smiled sweetly, already less weak than she was moments before. "Because I want more!" She demanded as her opponent drew her to a stand.

Katsumi, despite her wavering voice, was not short of ambition and immediately pressed the attack! Her blow sank deep into Sonata's belly. The blonde's body bent forward as her bare tummy took on the shape of her rival's fist! Sonata's thighs quivered.

"Mmmmmn!" The moan that she let out was gasping, breathy. But... It didn't quite sound like what Katsumi was used to. When she looked upon Sonata's face she'd find her mouth open, filled with saliva. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. And her cheekbones pulled high into... A labored smile. She'd seen this expression before. Perhaps in the ring. But more often in the bedroom.

"S-subarashiii!" She whimpered in appreciation. Her preferred style of combat was boxing. And this was expressed perfectly as her own fist shot outward. It aimed to crash terribly into the abdomen of her opponent. The body blow fired off piston fast and with all of her bodyweight behind it!

Katsumi was making her feel so good! She wanted to help her feel the same way!

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