A Taste of Escape (for thesteedman)

[Winter]

"Sure I mind, but you do whateeever makes you comfy. I suppose all the nice skin on my thighs will survive while you're squirming around..."

The slight quirk of the frown on her features at Kay's decision to keep her pants on gave way to a sidelong smirk. Suzuya could be pushy, but she wasn't about pushing people beyond their point of comfort. Well... further beyond their point of comfort than to coerce them into letting her dominate them in a bearhug, anyway, and it sounded as if Kay had nothing to worry about if she didn't get aroused by all the heated body contact brought on by a bearhug with a woman whose curves were as dense as Suzuya's.

Suzuya ultimately raised her eyebrow at that revelation, doubting it in part. She had scarcely met a man or woman who didn't feel the effects of long, grinding holds in their cores, and even if she realized that not everyone shared her same fetishes or interests, she found it hard to believe that no bearhug had ever gotten Kay heated. Some people noticed these things more than others, though, so the pigtailed beauty wouldn't bother questioning her on it. If she was hiding any desires and weaknesses deep inside, Suzuya would coax them out during their training session; there was no one more qualified. "If you say so," was all the greenette said, but her sharp, knowing smile was telling.

That smile remained while Suzuya sidled in close to her smaller sparring partner, and the thick middleweight peered down at the smaller woman with hands on her wide hips, playing the slightest game of intimidation as she stuck out her dense breasts and flexed her shoulders and abs just enough that the muscles there revealed themselves. The women at Seaside had done this to Suzuya too when she had first joined; overcoming intimidation played an important role Suzuya's learning to more than hold her own in matches with older, bigger women where bodies would be grinding and limbs would be stretching. Drifter seemed like the type to get nervous if faced with a body like Suzuya's, so Suzuya would give her the psychological arguments too.

Kay kept asking questions, but Suzuya was onto her pleasurable business. "That's right. And right here's good~ Don't do too much squirming yet, okay?", she answered, as her powerfully-set abs pressed tightly against Kay's more slender, sculpted midriff. The eager amazon found it fascinatingly solid, as she had hoped, and she pushed more of her own against it as if to give it an initial test while up top, her heavy breasts weighed against Kay's chest.

But they weren't here just to test bellies, as fun as that would be, and Suzuya brought her burly arms into the action as she wrapped them around Kay's midriff and hefted the woman up against her - not yet squeezing but imposing upon Kay given her size and build. Once the Japanese beaty had Kay elevated enough that they were looking eye to eye, a mischievous glimmer filled her bright eyes. Biceps cinched around Kay's midriff, hands clasped behind her back, and muscles could feel muscles with how tightly the two pressed against each other. But Suzuya didn't squeeze; she only held her there, with their bodies getting acquainted all the while. Refusing space and freedom, but not debilitating.

Suzuya smirked at her. "Remember, Kay-Kay, for now it's not getting any worse than this~ Get yourself free if you can!"

[thesteedman]

And so it began!

Kay could not deny she was a little nervous about the whole ordeal. She had a tough time saying no to people it felt like, and it landed her into some unusual situations. This moment being a prime example of it, given she was about to go through a unique session the rookie wrestler wasn't even sure she was keen to do in the first place. It was all too late now... Suzuya wasted little time, pressing her bare stomach against Drifter's own midriff. She spent a few moments softly pressing up against her, sliding her slightly damp belly against Kay's, grinding ever so slightly as if getting a good feel of her form. Kay wanted to change her mind about the whole thing, but it felt like it was too late once the Japanese wrestler had wrapped her arms around her core.

She lifted her upwards as if she weighed nothing, hoisting her off her bare feet and up against her own more broader form. Though the grip was not overly tight, it was firm enough to force a slight grunt from Kay as she felt her feet leave the mat. Instinctively she hooked her thighs upon Suzuya's hips to keep a little leverage in her favour and reduce the discomfort of the hold, placing her hands upon Suz's shoulders. She looked her in the eyes before looking down upon her own figure, seeing Suzuya had a good grip upon her body.
"Get out?... Sure thing." Kay yelped when Suzuya challenged her to escape. Normally, Kay would resort to striking, but given this was a training exercise and Suzuya seemed to be quite nice of a person... she felt really reluctant to even consider throwing a swing towards her.

As such she was reduced to trying to use her own strength. For a lightweight Kay was alarmingly strong, able to hit hard with a punch or kick, and even lift beyond her own weight. She had a firm grip upon Suzuya's arms, and pushed with a good effort against her wrist with one hand and against her forearm with the other. She bit on her lower lip, making another low grunt. A small amount of progress was made, but Kay was not free of the embrace. She managed to stretch her core, looking to make space to help free herself. More of her exposed stomach became visible as her body arched for leverage, giving Suzuya a front row sight of her stunning figure.

Her abs noticeably tensed and strained a little, as she was able to separate her stomach from Suzuya's chest for a moment, pushing upwards. It was certainly a good effort... but Kay was all too aware that Suzuya was only holding her for now... she was yet to squeeze, and Kay feared it would be a much more difficult task to escape if her Japanese training partner decided it was time to clamp down upon her.

[Winter]

Kay wasn't dumb. The way she hooked her thighs around Suzuya's hips - a sensation the Japanese amazon loved in most circumstances, but Kay "didn't get excited" by bearhugs - told the greenette that she wasn't getting crushed out by repeated bearhugs because she was being an idiot. Only an idiot wouldn't try to use leverage to relieve the pressure of hanging in another wrestler's arms.

Suzuya's analysis didn't get too much deeper than that keen thought. Once Kay's escape scheme had her twisting, grinding, struggling against Suzuya, the thick middleweight had nothing to do but play her more passive-than-usual part in the exchange. Of course, overpowering the lightweight became more appealing the more stomach slid against stomach, the more their skin warmed from the friction, the more Suzuya got a taste of Drifter's hardening muscles battling back against her stomach, and not least of all, the more skin that became exposed with the constant rubbing between their midriffs with Drifter's shirt and Suzuya's bottoms struggling the most to stay in place. But Suzuya, for the most part, kept her cool, even while her waistband exposed most of her hip.

She did partially notice that Kay was still being smart, using her hands to wrestle with Suzuya's latched arm, but for the most part, the none-too-disguised deviant was having her fun watching the way her smaller target's body stretched and contorted and wriggled.

And she kept her promise. Much as Kay's stomach slipping free from its position pressed tight to her chest was a disappointment, leaving a couple of noticeable points visible along the lining of Suzuya's bikini top, the more powerful woman did nothing but slide her grip down more to Kay's hips, her forearms now clamped at the curve of her rear, to keep Drifter from leaving; she never squeezed. "Looks like you're getting there, but there's a lot of me left to escape."

[thesteedman]

For all her efforts, Kay had managed to shift her position, but hips were often a problem when it came to trying to slip through a tightening gap, and Suzuya was taking advantage of her anatomy to keep her within her firm grip. With a powerful hold around Kay's waist, she found herself biting her lower lip in determination, shifting her push against the Japanese woman's shoulders now that she was elevated higher. Her bare midriff was virtually in Suzya's face, and she could feel her breathe against her skin. Kay looked to try and double her efforts, whipping her head back, giving a low grunt as her now visible stomach muscles began to slowly tense up from the strain and effort as she pushed! If the Canadian could just get her captors arms a little lower around her hips instead of her waist, Kay was confident she could slip free.

Suzuya's arms would not yield their position however... and frighteningly enough she was not yet really applying any pressure on the move that had troubled Kay so much in her short career. Kay was still too reluctant to strike against her captor, but that did not mean she could use some more discomforting efforts to try and find release from Suzuya's bearhug. As such, Kay soon shifted her hands around to grasp at Suzuya's chin, before she began to push her head back and lean back herself, no doubt looking to make Suzuya's job harder at keeping her arms around her. The effort would cause discomfort rather than pain, but Kay was aware she would probably soon be in pain if she did not get free soon, so it was worth pushing her luck.

The task was not to defeat the Japanese professional wrestler, merely escape from her grasp and make a dart for the edge of the large mat they were in the centre of. Her jean coated thighs remained pressed to Suzuya's sides, but were located a little higher against the sides of her chest given the position change... however she pressed her thighs in against Suzuya's torso, looking to help press free. Her toes curled and her body began to tense a little more, revealing quite the figure for Suzuya to gaze upon. Drifter certainly had been looking after herself, though a lightweight by division class, it was clear she was only just shy of middleweight.

"Uugh... You got one hell of a grip! Got any advice for me for getting out of this? I keep... getting pitted against... bigger weight classes and... its hard to get out when... ugh... they're this strong!" Kay yelped out through gritting teeth. Even with her current expression of exertion, Kay was a stunner of a woman to behold. The young woman could probably sour her expression in any form and still look simply striking. Still focused on pressing out of the grip, Kay wondered if she was making any real progress at all.