[Standard-ish Match] Full-On Siege!

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai kept up trying to pull away from her, but Naomi proved persistent. It started up just when he felt Naomi traced the curves of his stomach as she moved her hand deeper into his bottoms. A calloused palm worked its way onto Imai's nethers as she began to trace its shape with her fingers. Firm, but not rough. The targeting of his sensitive spot forced Imai to relent on his grip, as he shivered from the goosebumps along his skin.

In their mad scramble, the truth was revealed quickly. She was going for something. A smother. His right hand shifted down to rest on her belly, attempted to push her further. However, his left hand was grappled by hers which left it pinned beneath her palm after she had reached across his body to do so. A warm, sweaty casket embraced him in the form of Naomi's chest. She smashed his face into her cleavage, keeping him there through the usage of his hair as a handle.

Imai tried to turtle away from Naomi. His planted hips thrust upward into Naomi as he tried to make space instead of having his energy sapped in this bountiful breast smother he experienced due to his crime being to exist. The pretty boy moved his right hand up, folding the fingers into the ones on his head in order to PULLLL them up or to the right side if that proved futile. At the same time, he worked to curl up on his left side using both tactics and fight against her pin on his wrist to put up a guard on his face. If allowed, Naomi would be sitting on his hip by this point instead of his lap.

[AshAllen]

Naomi was enjoying stuffing Imai’s face in her cleavage. Humming in a soft and cheerful tone as she watched him be smothered by her ample breasts. She hoped that this would be a good knockout but it seems Imai still had gas left in the tank. Managing to pull her hands off his trapped bodyparts and caused them both to shift.

She was on top again. Looking down at his defense and grinned a little. “Knock knock, motherfucker.” She chuckled before she started wailing his arms with punch after punch. Trying to break his defense. She tried it continuously for a couple of moments before stopping. Panting a little before deciding to try another approach.

Assuming he was weakened enough from her barrage of ‘stingers’, Naomi turn the two of them over. Laying Imai on his side while she straddled his waist and scoot up his torso. Her knees and inner thighs rubbing his sides while her perfect butt rubbed against his abs. That’s when she’d try for a new kind of submission hold. Once she was sitting on his ribs, she crossed her left leg over Imai’s neck, pulling his right arm away from his face and trapping it. Now with his arm between Naomi’s leg and arm, the Queen’s left hand went ahead behind his head.

Her right hand following her left’s example and interlocking her fingers and pulling on his he’s towards ever so slightly. Meanwhile her right knee scooted up and forced Imai’s left arm in an uncomfortable position!

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[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai could only grimace as she worked over his guard. Even now, he sneered at her. Not out of contempt, but defiance. Imai's arms held strong as she battered them, protecting his head from being bashed by her fists or the canvas. Although by now, Imai's forearms ached underneath the rashguard he wore. She might even make him bruise if she kept hitting him with those rough hits she liked so much. A warm leg snapped over his face, with the ankle suddenly slotting underneath his chin. As she worked to isolate his right arm, Imai's left squeezed at the heel of the foot pushing into his throat. With her thick thigh obstructing his right arm, he couldn't shift it as easily to shrimp out or brace. That meant only one hand to use and his two legs.

The beet-red king gargled on his words, as she finalized the 'Gogoplata' by pulling his head up. He yanked at her ankle, but found that he could not unseat it with the three limbs working in tandem to overpower one. The aroma of sweat and her lust only served to make his shorts feel tighter as he choked on her foot silently. The last thing he needed was her making a bawdy joke about his shaft. He only had under 20 seconds to act, but she had the advantage for now. The grappler's heaving chest slowed in its movements, unable to retract or expand as easily due to the heavy wrestling pressure she was subjecting his ribs to.

He hadn't been expecting Naomi to whip out such a rare submission, and had to actually rack his brain to recall how to escape...

[AshAllen]

Naomi giggled as she watched Imai turn a shade of red and blue. Figuring it was a mixture of embossment and her choking him out with her foot pressed against his neck. She decided to up the pressure on his left arm by scooting her knee more and more forward. Naomi hummed a little bit she made soft and deep growls as she did. Slowly making it more and more and more painful for him.

“Come on, just say it or go to sleep.” She growled playfully. Watching him squirm under her as she continued the hold.

But that’s when she had an idea form in her head. Using his current condition, she’d unwrap herself from the hold she locked him in. Much to the confusion of the audience but she kept him down to make sure she could lock in her next move. And if she could, Naomi would put Imai in a new hold! Her leg arm clamping around his right arm and she’d wrap her string legs around his left. Locking him in a critic hold.

Oh but that wasn’t the end of it as the Queen’s eyes traveled down south. With her free right hand, she reached down and gave gentle rubs to his crotch. Which soon turned into full on groping and massaging his bulging shorts.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Alright. This wasn't going very well. That much did not need to be elaborated on. 'Luckily', the push of her foot onto his throat stopped entirely. Imai gasped in mouthfuls of air, with his pride poked at from her apparently undoing the hold for no reason. Unlike a grappling dummy, his arms worked in tandem with her movements to react accordingly to what she was doing instead of just sitting there. Imai's eyebrows quirked upward as she shifted on top of him; Naomi was going to side control first before slipping higher up along his body. He planted his elbows on the ground to attempt to get back to the stand up game, but her feet threading around his left arm complicated that.

To make her work for it, the blondie raised his right arm straight up to keep it out of her reach. There, he was able to avoid her having control of both of his arms. The powerful legs working overtime DID manage to overpower his attempt to curl it, leaving that in her clutches. His arms were not her only targets, despite Naomi's renewed focus. He felt the sensation of her right palm snapping to his groin, wrapping her fingers around the clothed hardness. His breath strained from the assertive move, quieting down in snarky comments from her massaging his sensitive head. In order to cover his shame, Imai bent his knees inward before crossing his feet over the other in the form of a scissor to both snatch up her wrist and hide the tantalizing goal from view.

"I don't think anyone has put ME in this position before..."


Intergender or otherwise. He murmured this to Naomi while sounding congested thanks to the rippling stomach pushing his neck to bend deeply into its range of rotation. To resist the MMA fighter in her pursuit of victory, Imai tried to roll his lone forearm over her jaw and force her head into the canvas beneath the two.

[AshAllen]

Naomi’s attention had been playing with his bulge. Giggling a little as groped and squeezed Imai’s ‘little friend’ with a firm ‘handshake’. But that much have been her mistake as when she was tugging on his arm, it wasn’t moving. And then she felt his legs clamp up and trap her hand! Which was still grabbing onto his bulge and her grip seemed to tightened on his hardness when he trapped her hand. She heard Imai’s mutter and was about to ask what he meant when her lower jaw was met with a closed fist and the side of her head met the ring floor. “Ugh… didn’t see that coming…”

[TheLoneWanderer]

"You should be paying attention to all my limbs, then."

Imai hotly teased in a hushed whisper. However, she still had that troubling grip below the belt. It was enough to make all twenty of his digits curl into themselves. Imai did see an opportunity here, and worked his free arm around the nape of her neck to get her in a knock-off version of BJJ's Scarf Hold. His right hand was now resting on his ribs, and he couldn't secure his hands together due to her legs still trapping his left arm in the critical position.

It was like she was the wings, if he were an angel, unable to be removed from his back. This felt very odd and uncomfortable for Imai. The atmosphere of the fight did not feel clear to him. It was all stuffy and hot, no thanks to her caressing his pants.

The very, very stretched out youth groaned softly into Naomi's right shoulder, as his freshened breaths washed over her arm. It wasn't over yet. He could still salvage this without going to break time, he thought. Imai tried to keylock her arm with his leg. That is, slide his right knee up to rest underneath her elbow and bend his shin so he could keep it wrapped around her wrist while she gripped his bulge. After that, Imai finally thrust his hips up to use a principle similar to the shoulder lock from earlier to damage her joint. He squirmed this way and that, as he was disgruntled from being flexed like a wet towel. He just could not free his darn ARM...

[AshAllen]

Naomi groaned as she felt her arm being trapped by his Imai’s leg and now he was trying to lock her down again. But it seemed like he was distracted even now thanks to her hand still caressing his bulge. A double-edged sword for Imai on his part as he basically trapped her hand around his clothed manhood. But her eyes widened as she felt him thrusting his hips and now she started to let out bit back cries of pain due to her wrist still being trapped. The thrusting was making it difficult for her in this position as her wrist was being strained because of his hips.

But Naomi wasn’t giving up as she still kept her legs locked tightly around his left arm. Keeping it as useless as possible and not allow him to have it be used against her. Now it was just the two of them trying to break the other! Whether it was Imai trying to break Naomi’s wrist or Naomi trying to break Imai’s arm! All she could do was bite her tongue and increase the pressure and tighten her legs around his left arm even more.

Now she was making it a contest of who of who would tap or submit to the other first.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai kept the kesa-gatame, or scarf hold, as tight as he was able to from this position. It was not as good as the original, unfortunately for him. A spike of pain assailed his elbow while her legs worked his joint over from the armbar-like tightening she's putting him through. He had been eager after his awakening to sacrifice an limb or two for victory---but he could not afford the months of inactivity a broken arm would result in. His arm unwrapped from around her neck before undoing the leg-driven shoulder lock to allow him the flexibility to pick another route. Imai recoiled away from her upper half immediately, with him trying to roll towards his left to get on his stomach. After abandoning the submission hold, Imai crawled onto his knees to allow himself the ability to crawl away if necessary.

If the king of stranglers was able to get on his belly as stated, Imai would be able to use his right arm to drive repetitive jabs into her intestines and abs. Trying to pound her tummy into bruised meat over and over, that was his intention here. If she hadn't let go of his manhood by this point, Imai's chin would be resting on her left side while she had grappled it from the reach-around position. He thought it more of a priority to undo her hold on his arm via pain compliance instead of worrying about the growing length over a potentially broken arm. He already KNEW he should NOT turn his back to her, but he needed to keep pounding in his attempts to undo her hold and stay in the game without submitting himself or tapping out for a break.

[AshAllen]

Naomi was somewhat glad that she didn’t have to break his arm just to free herself. And even more glad he decided to cut his losses and retreat jnstead. She managed to get her hand free from between his legs but any moment was taken. She felt him drive his fist repeatedly into her stomach. Causing her to cough and groan from the impacts. She wondered where he was getting all this energy to pound her abdomen like she was a piece of meat in a butcher shop. But she tried her best and managed to power through his repeated beating, at least for a bit.

Although weakened by his assault, Naomi still wasn’t going to just tap to get a reset or even give up on her debut. No way. So if she managed to reach him when she went to grab him, she’d pull Imai towards her. Wrapping her around his neck for a chokehold and wrapping her legs around his waist to squeeze him even more and restrain him. But that wouldn’t be the end of it as she laid back with Imai on top and then her legs positioned themselves in a certain way. Allowing her to pleasure his ever growing arrousal with her feet