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

[CyanDimitrik]

Wham. That hit to Sonata's stomach wasn't gentle. Katsumi may have spared the girl an early pinfall defeat, but she didn't want to play too fast and loose with her lead. After all, Sonata seemed to not understand that she was, by all rights, fully conquered!

But that sound she makes when her fist drills into her belly. That's surprising. She knew she was turned on earlier, but figured it was for the excessive body contact. The realization that nailing the girl in the tummy caused that sort of... elated response, is one Katsumi will have to process. And even with her fist resting against the other girl's stomach, the Punk Princess is momentarily stunned, cheeks flushed. And then a fist rails into her stomach in response, taking her completely off guard - no chance to tense the midsection to absorb it.

"UNG!"

Katsumi's feet briefly pop off the mat, only for her to land doubled over, eyes screwed shut, mouth agape and unable to breathe. She drops to her knees and folds forward, her forehead resting against the mat. And there resides the punkette, briefly frozen in agony, her gut caved in mere moments before.

[SuckerPunch]

Sonata watched as Katsumi crumpled to the canvas. She bit her lip so hard she thought she might break skin as she watched the beautiful brawler beneath her brutal belly punch. "Mmmm." She whimpered cutely in appreciation.

She only took a moment to appreciate the girl's condition. Not because she didn't want her to recover... But because she was being pressed ever forward by her inner heat. She'd approach the disabled Katsumi and drop to her knees. She'd attempt to roll her onto her back, and if successful, would climb atop her.

She'd wrap her arms about Katsumi's waist and press her ear to her bare abdomen. She'd nuzzle her bare, battered belly sweetly, practically purring against her skin. Her hips would swing wide and over Katsumi's face before her knees dropped beneath her shoulders. Then, the dropped. Planting her aromatic and soaked crotch upon Katsumi's features.

Spoiler

She mounted her opponent in a full body pin, just the way she had been mounted before. However, this time the positioning was head to toe rather than head to head. And just as Katsumi's hips had weakly worked, so too did Sonata's. Her hips wriggled cutely upon Katsumi's face as she panted cutely. Some of her sanity had been lost beneath the sea of her libido.

"1!?" The ref counted as she blushed.

Sonata would maintain the pin. But. Even if Katsumi were down for the count, Sonata wouldn't allow her to count to three! She would roll off of Katsumi, freeing her from the sodden crotch-smothering pin.. Whereas Katsumi had taken pity on Sweet Sonata and broken her own pin, Sonata wasn't done playing with her new friend. "Motto!" She'd demand, her eyes hungry and eager!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is in no way capable of resisting being rolled over. She's toppled onto her side, and turned over onto her back, instinctively trying to curl around her hurting stomach again. But the motion is denied as Sonata positions herself over her. Sonata's arms loop her waist, and Katsumi settles, attempting to pool her strength for a kickout of what is obviously setting up as a pin attempt.

Sonata's face sets to her stomach. Not too unusual there. Katsumi's hands set to her waist, bracing for the shove to freedom. But the facial contact with her aching stomach turns into nuzzles, earning a surprised, quiet sound. "W-.. wha-.." The hips lower against her startled face, and begin a slow rub. Katsumi squeals, muffled, her legs weakly kicking while her arms instinctively wrap around Sonata's waist in response. Admittedly, the physical contact isn't entirely unwanted. If Sonata's face were a little lower, she may have wound up with a completely, compliantly, stupefied Katsumi beneath her. Her bare feet thump helplessly against the mat, her heart pounding against the other girl's midsection.

There's the one-count.

Every heated breath is a warm blast against Sonata's thighs.

There's the two-count.

"Anh!"

Katsumi twists with her shoulders, attempting to roll the two over - not disengage, but reverse positions. She doesn't release Sonata's waist, but rather tightens her arms around her, attempting to apply a haphazard bearhug-pin on the girl. And with some physical adjusting resulting in grinding her body over her opponent's, Katsumi's own bikini-clad hips are pressed firmly against Sonata's face. Screw subtlety. By now, the Punk Princess is softly panting, face flushed.

[SuckerPunch]

The two beautiful combatants were looking less and less like opponents and more and more like lovers as the match went on. Though she was only there for the count of two, the sounds of Katsumi's squeals reverberated between her thighs. Her breaths tickled even deeper. Her struggles had only aided the unconscious grinding that Sonata's hips imposed upon her. The resulting sensation was like a jolt of electricity. It shocked the blushing blonde and caused her to sweetly kiss upon Katsumi's bare belly.

At the two count, Sonata released her prey. But at the same time, Katsumi made her own move. She rolled in the same direction that Sonata had. And rather than separating, the two women found themselves entangled even tighter! This time, their orientation was somehow more intimate!

"M-motto!" She demanded again. Her voice heavy with need, indicative of her mindstate.

Sonata squeaked as she felt Katsumi hug her still sore belly. Her legs instinctively shot up to wrap about her captor's head! The position forcing Kat's face against her crotch in a head-scissor from the bottom. Similarly however, Sonata found her features buried deeply within Katsumi's bikini bottoms! Her mouth opened as she gasped for air. Instead, she got a mouth full of Katsumi!

Her arms wrapped about Katsumi like Katsumi had done her. However, Sonata's arms clutched Katsumi's hips! "Mmmn! Fwah~" She panted cutely against the fabric of the bathing suit, filling her with her voice. Her grip tightened as she... Forced Katsumi closer. Her mind blanking as it became overwhelmed with the feeling of the lycra against her tongue!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi was in such a frenzied, mentally blurred state, she couldn't really process what's happening around her - just the primal need to be on top, to assert dominance, and 'win' over her opponent. The opponent whom she'd had mercy on moments before, who seemed to be going at her like a piranha. She'll blame this on Sonata later. For now, however...

Katsumi doesn't try to resist her arms around her hips, pulling her closer. She lowers herself, her stomach flat against the other girl's breasts. Her hips mash firmly to Sonata's face, easily feeling her tongue against the smooth fabric of her bottoms. Spurred on, she begins bucking her hips against her face, each pass punctuated with a clenching of her arms around the other girl's waist, slowly tightening the bearhug. "Nnh.. nnh..!" Every moment that she feels her face against her, however, increases the tension in her body. Every brush of her tongue against her causes her heart to race just a little faster, pounding harder against Sonata's stomach.

[SuckerPunch]

"U-Uwaaah!!" She cried out against Katsumi's barely covered crotch. Her lips trembled against the girls soft, warm mound! The scream left her bereft of oxygen and struggling to breathe. Katsumi's top position waist-lock was sapping her strength and replacing it with suffering. Her thighs tightened in panic as Katsumi's hips began to recklessly dominate her mouth! Her attempts to draw breath only resulted in her suckling upon Katsumi's sex as her features were forced deep inside of her slit!

Meek, breathless whimpers caused her tongue to send sweet, stimulating vibrations directly against the other woman's sex. Her fingers twitched and pressed against Katsumi's hips. Sliding desperately against her ass as her consciousness began to wane! The edges of her vision began to blacken as her eyes started to roll into the back of her head as a result of the pussy-smother and bearhug. She could feel herself fading and couldn't fight back.

If Katsumi continued, Sonata would succumb to the sensual submission hold. It had occurred to her to tap... But intoxicated by the taste of her lovely opponent, she didn't want it to stop! Unfortunately, without breath she would fade and fall unconscious as a result of the brutal maneuver. But if she was lucky she'd do it with a soaking wet face.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi couldn't really comprehend what was happening. It was a bit much - in every direction. And without a doubt, after the bell rings, she'd probably hate herself a little. She just wanted to defeat her opponent! Not-.. whatever this is.

But in the moment, the punkette grinds her hips hard against Sonata's face, unabashedly taking her while the other girl kind-of-but-not-really struggles. The arms clamp tighter around her waist, crushing her body harder to herself. Katsumi growls into the exchange, broken with an involuntary shudder. And though the referee hovers close, she refuses to let the match end! Or at least, that's how Katsumi's seeing it. She doesn't trust herself enough to speak yet.

Sonata starts to fall limp beneath her. She can feel her breath giving way as she's, for the second time tonight, dominated thoroughly. Though when the girl's limbs fall slack, that thrill of domination, the other girl's submission, and the overwhelming physical teasing, catch up to her at once. She shudders hard against the other girl's frame, her head tilting to let her hair frame her face. "Nngh.."

At last, Katsumi releases the squeeze on Sonata's waist. Her left arm hooks the girl's left thigh to pull the limp leg into the air. Her right hand rests over her right inner-thigh. She otherwise remains firmly lying over the other girl, her head lifted in an unmistakable, if highly sensual, pin.

The referee drops beside the pair in what feels more like a formality.

"One!"

"Two!"

[SuckerPunch]

Sonata let out a whimper, filling Katsumi with her last, gasping breath as she bucked roughly against her face! Her lips warm with friction from their contact with Katsumi's best kept secret. Her nose filled with the intoxicating scent of Katsumi as it took the place of life-giving air. Her senses were overwhelmed by the taste of her opponent as it rolled down her tongue and played upon the back of her throat! Her mind faded as she consumed Katsumi!

Her chest and belly heaved rapidly as her nubile body desperately struggled for air. Her nipples pressed firmly into Katsumi's belly as she hyper ventilated. Her fingers trailed down her back before her hands flopped palm up onto the canvas. Her vision goes black, depriving her of the succulant sight of Katsumi's bulging flower. She lets out final soft sounds of protest as Katsumi's body yields to the pleasure, shuddering against her open, airless mouth! "Nnn.. uuu... nnmf..."

And then there was stillness. Her lovely figure was easily pulled into the pin. Her legs were spread in their intimate pin. The camera made sure to catch a shot of her lust stained thighs. The result of complete physical and sensual domination. The count came quickly and Sonata didn't budge. Katsumi's pussy ensured that no fresh breath would fill her lungs until she was well and truly done with her!

"THREE!"

[CyanDimitrik]

The Punk Princess should be pleased with this victory. It's well in the bag. But she just can't feel right about it. What the Hell happened to her? The old her would hate the new her, call herself a sell-out, a skank. Yet in the moment, it was so hard to not indulge. But every passing moment made Katsumi more aware of the audience.

The third count hits. The bell sounds off. And Katsumi carefully extracts herself from atop Sonata's limp figure. The punkette wobbles back up to her feet, still a touch dazed from the event even as her arm is raised in victory. She feels so... scuzzy. Or maybe just severely hypocritical. There's no cocky smile for the audience this time. Her head is lowered, staring firmly down at her bare feet. She doesn't dare look back at Sonata.

Once released from the referee's grip, she quickly hurries out of the ring, slipping the ropes, and shuffling back up the ramp. The audience doesn't get so much as a glance.

Winner by Pinfall: Katsumi Oshiro