The Spartan vs The Prince

[Teenwrestler]

It seemed Daisuke had a knack for pissing off the Spartan. Calling her a coward seemed to anger the woman who chased after Daisuke while he was trying to escape. She would pounce on his back, pressing her body into him to keep him grounded while her arm wrapped around his neck and locked in another sleeper. Daisuke immediately brought his hands up and grabbed her forearm, trying to pry it off his neck. "Gah! N-not this again" he said squirming under her.

He tried to escape but he was too tired but his princely pride was not going to allow him to simply fall to this warrior Spartan. "Ah! Damn this sauna...." he cursed as the heat was making him light headed. "S-stop getting so close to me....I cant stand your sweaty body" he whined as she rolled him over onto his back.

The prince was left panting, his chest heaving up and down as his body was a sweaty mess. His hair sticking to his face, his arms and les spread wide and unaware of what this woman had for him.

[ScylliasExoter]

"Blaming the sauna, are we? You wanted this. Not my fault you can't take the heat." Helen mounted Daisuke. He was panting heavily, helpless to resist her onslaught. Helen laid her chest down fully on Daisuke's face and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him into a breast smother. Helen pressed her body against his, focused on maintaining her vice-like grip.

"You know, despite your arrogance, I can actually respect your reverence to your heritage. Really, I do." Helen then pressed her cheek against the top of his head. She whispered into Daisuke's ear as he squirmed from underneath her, "I never really answered your question earlier. About me really being a Spartan. You see, I'm from there, but my ancestors weren't Spartans. They were helots. Slaves to the Spartans. My heritage is important to me too because, like my ancestors, I've fought long and hard for what I have. My agents and management of course thought the Spartan gimmick would be better for marketing. And I've always thought it a sort of poetic justice that the moniker has followed me since I was in the Olympics. You can tell everyone you got beaten by a Spartan, if you'd like. It's not a lie. But I wanted you to know the full truth."

As the clock counted down, Daisuke fought with all the strength he had left to throw Helen off of him. Would it be enough?

[Teenwrestler]

With the prince down on his back, struggling to get back up on his feet or catch his breath to get a break, Helen would quickly seize this opportunity and mount Daisuke. She pressed her hot, sweaty body down onto his equally sweat coated body until her sweat soaked sports bra pressed against his face and her arms wrapped around his head. She pulled him in a breast smother while pressing down on him, truly trapping him with her body.

Her cheek pressed against the top of his head and she started to tell him an interesting tale. Daisuke, meanwhile, would squirm under her like a fish out of water. It was already hot enough with her pressing down on him and not giving an inch of breathing space. Her breasts had stopped any room for any air and he was struggling. His hands flailing about aimlessly in the air, his body bridging up and falling back down and when her story was over he would wave his hands in the air to signal throwing in the towel.

"Mmfmfmmfmf!mfmmfsubmitmgmgmgm!" he moaned before tapping her lower back frantically.

Time left: 5 minutes
Daisuke: 2
Helen: 4

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen laughed maniacally and released Daisuke upon feeling him tap her lower back. She slowly pushed herself up off of his chest.

Breathing heavily, she said, "I don't do that for everyone, but you earned that special honor, my prince."

Helen checked with the ref, who told her she had 5 minutes left. Helen waited for Daisuke to take to his feet before saying, "Come on, let's see if you can hold out or if I can get one more. I'll even do it your way.".

Helen raised her arms, inviting Daisuke to assume a grappling position.

[Teenwrestler]

The move was humiliating and effective and a perfect way to humble the wrestling prince. Moaning and squirming under the Spartan, eventually it was too hot for him to handle and he would end up submitting to give another point to the warrior. With only five minutes left and judging by Daisuke's current condition it was clear that he was not in any condition to make a comeback yet Helen was still roaring to go.

"Tch! Damn you tomboy" he groaned while blushing a bit when she called him her prince. Checking with the referee, Helen was eager to wrestle the last five minutes too despite being in the lead but Daisuke was none too eager. He would stay on his back, crawling away as it was clear he was simply looking to hold out for the rest of time period.

"Tch, stay away I can't stand your heat and sweat" he said. The referee would check with Helen tapping on her shoulder. "Its up to you Helen, he clearly wants to give up" she told him but the choice was of the Greek,

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen rolled her eyes. Awww, Daisuke. Are you having a rough time? I think someone needs a hug! she laughed menacingly.

Helen strode towards Daisuke and attempted to get around his legs, grab his arms, and pull him up.

[Teenwrestler]

With the prince crawling on his backside, looking to get away and get some distance it appeared that the Spartan wanted to wrestle until the last second. She would roll his eyes at his tactic and instead mock him, looking to close in the gap to get around his legs and grab his arms. She pulled him up and into him, looking to get up close and personal with the hot and bothered male.

"Nrgh! J-just get away" he protested.

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen swiftly wrapped her arms around Daisuke's torso and pressed her stomach and chest against his. Their bodies were slick with sweat as she locked in her bearhug. Given his height over her, Helen pressed her head against his shoulders and said, "I made a promise. You wanted 60 minutes with me, so that's what you're going to get!" Helen said as she too was breathing heavily.

Beating him with a bearhug would give her a dominant finish to the match. And she would have been lying if she said it wasn't satisfying submitting him while pressed against his well sculpted body.

Helen clasped her arms together and began squeezing Daisuke with all her might. She let out a dominating roar as the clock wound down, hoping to break him one more time.

[Teenwrestler]

As soon as Daisuke was pulled up on his feet, Helen wrapped her strong arms around his torso and pressed her body up against his. Their muscled frames would grind against each other, slipping against the sweat while she pressed her head against his shoulder. She had made him a promise and she was going to give it to him. Helen began to squeeze the life out of her prince, giving him one last submission before this match would be over. "AAAHHHHHH" he yelled, the yells echoed in the closed sauna room space while she would squeeze with all his might.

Daisuke tried to bring his hands to her wrists, weakly pawing at them. He tried to push away and squirm but he was too weak, he could see spots in his vision while trying to breathe in the sultry condition. "AHHHHH T-this cant be.....AAAHHHHH" he yelled as he was reaching his limit and the clock was ticking too.

With 10 seconds left, Daisuke began to frantically tap her wet back once more. "I YIELD SPARTAN! YOU WIN" he admitted tapping one last time.

Time left: 0 minutes
Daisuke: 2
Helen: 5

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen released the hold and dropped her fallen foe into a crumpled heap. She flexed her arms and planted her foot on his chest as the ref raised her hand in victory.

Helen caught her breath, leaned down to Daisuke, and said, "I know we're both smug assholes who like to work out. I can appreciate our similarities. As a fellow arrogant person, I don't like being on the receiving end of that attitude. I'll give you one more chance next time we meet to behave yourself. And maybe, just maybe, I could tolerate your presence."

Helen preened and walked out of the sauna.

Winner: Helen Andronike