L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match type: Accepted submission match
Rules: Winner will be decided when they decide to accept the submission of the loser.
Special stipulation: Loser's Night: The Winner is allowed to do whatever they want to the Loser for the rest of the night till morning or till they had enough.
Special location: On the beach. No ring, fully open to the crowd and the wrestlers.

Yuki had been booked a match for the first time in a while. After her most recent squashes against other women, she needed a much needed hiatus to tend to her body and mind. Of course, now she was thrown right back into L.A.W. against one of the most sadistic heels in the roster, with a name to match her personality. "Satan".

Yuki shuttered at the thought as she got dressed in the locker room at the beach. She was provided an attire that barely covered anything at all. The choice attire made Yuki blush deeply as she looked in the mirror. She might as well have been wearing nothing at all.
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She took a moment to accept her predicament before turning towards the exit of the locker room and making her way towards the beach. The sun was out, and the weather was beautiful. Hot but with a slight breeze. Yuki nervously walked out, and was immediately hounded by wolf whistling fans. She blushed deeper and closed her eyes as she made her way closer to the water.

She would sit down in the sand and look out over the water, trying to distract herself from what was about to transpire.

Satan strode onto the sandy beach, her confident stride echoing amidst the chatter of the gathered crowd. Her striking features drew immediate attention - the fiery red of her eyes, the sly curl of her plump lips, and the cascading blonde tresses adorned with a delicate flower.

The halter-neck black bikini, trimmed with thin straps at her sides, accentuated her lithe physique, the strings stretching taut across her pert breasts and midriff. A small, intricately beaded choker rested just below her slender throat, drawing the eye downward to the gentle swell of her cleavage.

Satan's hands seemed permanently affixed to the edges of her oversized black-framed sunglasses perched atop her tousled hair. The look was both seductive and menacing, a perfect reflection of her wrestling persona. A string bikini bottom clung to her trim waist and rounded hips, the thin material leaving little to the imagination.

As she approached Yuki, Satan couldn't help but smirk at the woman's evident discomfort. Her own outfit seemed designed to taunt and tease, and the devilish glint in her eyes suggested she relished the effect.

"Honey, you look like a deer caught in the headlights," Satan drawled, her husky voice carrying across the beach. "Maybe if you make yourself even smaller, you'll blend in the sand." She teased with a sneer.

Yuki was trying to drown out the rest of the world, trying to focus on the body of water in front of her, but it just wasn't working. The howling and taunting crowd distracted her too much. She sat there, curled up with her knees to her large breasts.

There was a change in the audience's demeanor as Satan made her entrance. The focus was now not only on Yuki. Yuki looked over her shoulder with big nervous eyes. The way Satan said she looked like a deer caught in headlights was a spot on description, and Satin was the one wearing the head lights, eventually, she would run Yuki right over, but for now, it was just some verbal teasing.

Yuki heard Satan telling her that she might be able to blend into the sand if she made herself any smaller. Yuki shivered at the thought, wishing she could do so. She would shutter before slowly standing up, giving Satan a full view of her backside before turning around, revealing most of her body thanks to the barely there attire. She stood there, arms crossing over her chest, not in a confident way, but as if she were trying to hide what was impossible to hide.

Yuki had been blessed and cursed with a soft and plush body, but her breasts were massive and always seemed to catch the attention of her opponents. She stood there nervously, letting Satan approach her if she wanted. There was no ref, the match would start with a ding that came from a life guard stand near by. Yuki was quite literally now a deer in headlights.

As Satan sauntered closer, her gaze locked onto Yuki's ample bosom with rapt attention. The woman's nervous posture did little to hide the enticing curves of her breasts, straining against the flimsy bikini material. Satan felt a flash of irritation at the comparison, her slender figure highlighted by her own bikini. She bit back a growl, unwilling to let her competitor rattle her composure. She'll rip those tits later.

Despite the initial irritation, Satan's professional charm (if you call it that) kicked in as she approached Yuki. She kept her red-eyed stare leveled on the woman's exposed form, drinking in every detail. When Yuki crossed her arms over her chest, Satan chuckled low in her throat, the sound husky and mocking.

"You're hiding nothing, sweetheart," Satan purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "This beach is already crowded enough without you trying to blanket yourself." She took another step closer, her heels sinking into the sand as she towered over Yuki's smaller frame. "We don't have a referee here. Just you, me, and the elements. Isn't that exciting?"

With a flick of her wrist, Satan snapped her fingers, commanding the crowd's attention once more. As the beach fell silent, a lone ding echoed from the nearby lifeguard stand, signaling the start of their match. Satan grinned wickedly, relishing the predatory gleam in Yuki's eyes.

The closer Satan sauntered towards Yuki, their height difference was made much more obvious with every single step. Yuki stood there, arms barely covering her chest which seemed to gain a low chuckle from the blonde woman, one that sounded mocking and predatory.

Yuki blushed deeper as Satan purred her words, telling her that she wasn't succeeding at hiding anything. Another step closer, even with her heels sinking into the sand, there was still a massive height difference, a half a foot to be exact.

Yuki heard Satan remind her that there was no referee in this match. Just the two of them and the elements of the beach. Satan asked if that was exciting to Yuki. She didn't answer. She had to let that sink in. No ref, meant there was nobody there to help her, nobody there to keep Satan in line, nobody to put any limits as to what Satan would do to her. It was a well known fact that L.A.W. had plenty of matches like this and a quite a bit of leniency towards heels, and none of the crowd would interfere either. Yuki was basically prey on the beach for Satan to do as she pleases with.

That was only made more obvious with a sudden flick of her wrist. Satan snapped her fingers. The audience immediately turned their attention to the competitors. The beach fell completely silent besides the sounds of the wind, some birds, and nature. The lone ding echoed from the lifeguard tower signaling the start of the match. Yuki's eyes went wide as she saw the grin growing on Satan's face. It was wicked looking. Like a lioness finding her meal for the day. Yuki's innocent gleam in her eyes looked all the more appetizing.

She took a few steps back and stumbled. This was her first match on the beach. The sand was uneven and nearly caused her to fall but she caught herself. A few chuckles from the crowd as she tried to steady herself, continuing to back away, trying to create as much distance between herself and Satan as possible, however there was nowhere really to go. She was now quite literaly a deer in headlights. Vulnerable to whatever Satan had in mind.

Satan watched with a smirk as Yuki stumbled, her footing uneven on the sandy beach. The crowd's chuckles only added to Satan's amusement, their laughter fueling her fire. As Yuki continued to back away, creating as much distance as possible, Satan circled around her prey like a shark sensing blood in the water.

"Aw, looks like someone's having trouble with the terrain," Satan taunted, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Perhaps we should find a better battleground, like someone's bedroom."

With a swift motion, Satan whipped off her oversized sunglasses (and ignoring the die hard fan trying to kill each other for it), revealing those piercing crimson eyes. She approached Yuki again, closing the distance between them once more. This time, however, Satan kept her gaze locked onto Yuki's, maintaining eye contact as if daring the woman to break away.

"Or maybe not," Satan continued, her grin widening as she noticed Yuki's deer-in-headlights expression. "Since you seem so eager to surrender, let's get this party started, shall we?"

Without waiting for a response, Satan lunged forward, her powerful thighs propelling her toward Yuki. She aimed a swift kick at Yuki's crotch, intending to send a message.

Welcome to Hell.

The way Satan was looking at Yuki oozed dominance, sensuality, and of course something much darker, much more brutal and depraved. Yuki felt like a fish being circled by a shark as Satan circled around her with confidence.

As Yuki stumbled, Satan of course had a comment on it, one that made Yuki's mind delve deeper into the depths as she now thought about what it would be like to be trapped in a bedroom with a woman like Satan. Her eyes went wider and her cheeks went darker pink. "Wha... What?" She stammered.

Suddenly, Satan whipped off her sunglasses into the crowd around them. They didn't even touch the ground before the nearby fans nearly started an all out brawl for them. What lied under those sunglasses wasn't just a gaze. It was a promise. A promise that this could likely be one of Yuki's hardest matches yet.

The piercing crimson eyes looked not only into Yuki's eyes. They found her soul and put it into Submission. Yuki continued to stumble backwards, continuing to try and keep her distance but Satan was determined to start the match. She backtracked on her statement that they should move to the bedroom, at least for the time being.

Yuki cringed as Satan's grin widened. The next words that came out of Satan's mouth dug deep. She already knew that she was ready to surrender... If she knew that, it was already over, and the match hadn't even started yet.

Satan's last question didn't need an answer from Yuki, or at least not a verbal one. Satan lunged forward with incredible speed and power, it almost seemed unnatural. Before Yuki could even think of moving, it was too late.

Satan's foot landed hard, with a swift kick right to the crotch. Yuki felt the impact right between her legs. The nonexistent attire did little to protect any of her crotch. The sensation impacted her groin, sending rippling shockwaves of pain throughout the rest of her body. The sound she made was pathetic. A high pitched scream as she nearly crumpled right away. Her hands shot down to her crotch as she would fall to her knees. Her eyes closed tight as tears began to pool in the corners of her eyes. Her lips quivered as she began to collapse further, however it was up to Satan if she wanted her grounded already or if she wanted her up for her next move.

Yuki was in vulnerable, dangerous position that had no good outcomes for her.

Satan watched with a twisted grin as Yuki crumpled to her knees, clutching her bruised crotch. The pathetic scream that tore from the woman's lips was music to Satan's ears, a sweet symphony of pain and suffering. The crimson glow in Satan's eyes intensified as she loomed over Yuki's prone form, her bare feet sinking into the sand mere inches from Yuki's face.

"So weak," Satan purred, her voice dripping with contempt. She reached down, grasping a fistful of Yuki's hair and yanked her head back, forcing the woman to meet her gaze. "Look at you, already on your knees. You're no match for me, sweet thing."

With a sadistic chuckle, Satan seized Yuki's head between her powerful thighs, her toned legs trapping the woman in place. The cruel goddess then hooked Yuki's arms, pinning them behind her back in a merciless chicken wing hold. Satan swayed her hips from side to side, grinding her crotch against Yuki's head in a degrading display of dominance.

"Comfortable down there, aren't you, Yuki?" Satan sneered, her hips continuing their taunting grind against Yuki's captive head.

Yuki was vulnerable and Satan took full advantage of it.

Her eyes opened just as Satan's bare feet sunk into the sand inches from her face. She laid there, crumpled and broken already as Satan purred to her, reminding her of just how weak she was.

A sudden yelp escaped Yuki's lips as she felt Satan's hand gripping a fist full of her brown hair, yanking her head up and back, forcing her to look back into those hypnotizing eyes. She continued to degrade Yuki, telling her she was no match for her, adding humiliation by calling her "sweet thing"

The next moment, Yuki's head was slotted tightly between Satan's powerful thighs. Her toned legs solidly trapped Yuki's head. It only got worse as Yuki felt her arms hooked and pinned behind her back in a brutal chicken wing hold, causing her to let out muffled cries against Satan's thighs. Her soft sounds likely vibrating nicely against Satan's skin.

Yuki was completely trapped, and Satan took further advantage, swaying her hips from side to side, humiliatingly gridning her crotch against Yuki's head. The warmth that Yuki felt as her face was squished between the thick, warm thighs was intoxicating. The feeling of Satan's crotch brushing against her head was degrading.

Yuki heard Satan's question, asking her if she was comfortable. Yuki couldn't answer. She couldn't even attempt to pry at Satan's thighs due to the chicken wing hold. She let out a shaking breath as her body shook and twitched in the humiliating hold. The crowd behind her got a great view of her ass that was nearly exposed thanks to the attire.

This was a nightmare for Yuki, and it was only just getting started.

Satan reveled in Yuki's helpless state, the younger woman's trembling form a stark contrast to her own confident posture. She pressed her thighs harder against Yuki's head, amplifying the degrading contact, accompanied by the murmur of excited spectators.

"Aww, I think someone likes the view," Satan cooed as she noticed the onlookers line of sight.

With a wicked glint in her eyes, Satan seized the opportunity to further humiliate Yuki. She yanked the slingshot bikini bottom up, wedging it between Yuki's sex. The action not only created a mortifying wedgie but also exposed Yuki's most intimate area to the leering crowd.

"Aww, look at that, boys!" Satan cackled, her voice carrying across the beach. "This poor loser can't even cover herself decently anymore. Who wants to show her what a real exhibition looks like?" She beckoned with a provocative curl of her finger, encouraging the men nearby to take advantage of Yuki's vulnerable position.

As the lecherous mob stripped down and unleashed their arousal, Satan revelled in the depravity unfolding before her. Hundreds of eager cocks rose to attention, pumping vigorously as the voyeurs jerked off to Yuki's helpless display.

Satan smirked, her crimson eyes devouring the obscene spectacle. "That's it, boys," she purred.

The devilish temptress leaned back, throwing taunting words at the trapped wrestler, "Imagine all those cocks drooling over your exposed slit, eager to claim your holes. Isn't it just delicious, being reduced to nothing more than a public cum dump?"

As Satan's words dripped with sadistic glee, her hips continued their relentless grinding. The crowd roared with approval, the air thick with lust.

Just as the rowdy mob was about to storm the sexual terrain, a flock of enthusiastic female fans swooped in, hijacking Yuki's predicament. Their aggressive advances sent shockwaves through the crowd, particularly one bold young woman who positioned herself between Yuki's legs.

Without hesitation, the eager fan began to tongue-fuck Yuki's exposed sex, her tongue plunging deeply and passionately. The crowd gasped and cheered, drawn into the lewd spectacle unfolding on the sandy shore.

Meanwhile, the disappointed boys had to settle with heir hands.