Handicap match
Both members of the Keyboard Warriors may fight simultaneously, they do not need to tag
"Something has got to be wrong here," said Fuuka Yamagishi to her partner, Chiaki Nanami. Fuuka
"How so? You mean the match rules?" Chiaki answered. Chiaki
"Yes. It's the same rules as when we fought Noel, but she was an experienced Heavyweight. But his Yuki girl is a rookie who's smaller than each of us individually," explained Fuuka. "It just doesn't make sense. There has to be something else going on." Music
"We can always try to ask her when we see her," said Chiaki, before beckoning Fuuka forwards. "Let's go, our music's on." The two woman came out to loud cheers from the crowd. Chiaki was relaxed with a gentle smile as usual. Fuuka had a brighter smile, but it was for herself as much as it was for the crowd, as the bluenette masked her nervousness over what about their opponent could warrant such a large handicap.
Once the Keyboard Warriors had made their way down the ramp to the ring, both would step in. As there was no need for one girl to stay outside due to the match rules. Chiaki leaned back over the ropes as she stretched her arms above and behind her head. Fuuka's stretches were more active and somewhat jittery, as she tried to occupy her mind, but her thoughts still came back to Yuki. "She must be either obscenely gifted physically, or possess incredible technical skill, if not both," she said.
"Hey hey, for all we know, Yuki set this up herself because she's a masochist who wants us to crush her," said Chiaki. She chuckled a bit, her partner just looked back at the gamer girl with a look of doubt.
Chiaki couldn't be more right. Yuki was waiting backstage, excited as can be. A bit nervous but that was overtaken by her eagerness to get squashed by not one but two extremely cute opponents in a handicap match. She would watch as they made their entrance. Both were so beautiful. Yuki could already imagine all the things they would put her through. She nearly shivered at the thought. She continued to watch until the stage hand told her it was her turn to make an entrance.
Her music started and the curtains opened.
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Her friend Julia had picked her attire for the evening. It was a beautiful white lingerie set along with calf high stocking and long white gloves that went past her elbows. She had wanted her to look her best while being squashed.
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She would make enter the arena and wave to her fans cutely before making her way down the ramp and towards the ring. She would climb up the stairs and roll under the bottom rope, standing up and doing waves to each side of the arena. She would then turn towards her opponents. They were even more beautiful in person and up close. She stood there looking dumbstruck. The ref would call the other two to the center as well and explain the rules. Yuki barely listened as she looked her opponent's up and down. They both had amazing bodies that Yuki couldn't wait to feel crushing her. The blue haired one Fuuka had nearly a skin tight one piece swimsuit on that left very little to the imagination. Chiaki on the other hand wore a tight swimsuit that fit like a second skin but left her incredible chest on display. They both made Yuki's mouth water. Suddenly, the bell would ring and Yuki just stood there, waiting to see what the two would do.
Fuuka was intimidated by the fear of the unknown in regards to Yuki. All she had to go on was a giant handicap, and an opponent who's profile didn't seem to justify it. The bluenette believed that there was some unknown danger that would allow the Lightweight to pose a significant threat. But once Fuuka actually saw Yuki, and the sense of mystery was somewhat dispelled. Yuki just stared at her and Chiaki with a dopey, slack jawed grin on her face.
"I was wondering Yuki, about this match," said Fuuka. She was still cautious, but what would have originally been nervousness in her voice was now replaced by confusion. "This match seems... unreasonably tilted in our favor. So I wanted to ask why you've been put into a match like this?" Yuki just stayed still in response. The only thing either girl could make out was the saliva starting to build in the corner of the brunette's mouth. Even after the bell rung, Yuki did not move.
"I said what I did as a joke to lighten the mood, but I'm starting to think I might've been right," Chiaki whispered to Fuuka. "Either way, let's get after her!" Fuuka nodded back in approval, and then the Keyboard Warriors charged. Fuuka fell in line behind Chiaki, who ran at Yuki as if she was going to attack. But at the last moment, Chiaki spun away, instead trying to run past the Lightweight and get behind her. This left Fuuka coming up behind, and she would attack, lowering into a shoulder charge aimed at Yuki's belly, attempting to drive her back into Chiaki's waiting arms. Where the pinkette would then lock Yuki into a Full Nelson if things went to plan.
"You know what to do Fuuka," Chiaki would say if they managed to trap Yuki. Fuuka nodded in confirmation again before going to work on Yuki's midsection. Fuuka pounded her fists over and over again into the brunette's belly and ribs. Only stopping to grab Yuki and pull her in closer for some knees. Of course the blows weren't very strong, since Fuuka was throwing them. But the bluenette still punched nonstop for nearly a minute. The damage would build up no matter who was throwing the punches. Fuuka also aimed no attacks at Yuki's face. She was targeting, tenderizing the lone Lightweight's body for what was to come next if she didn't stop it.
Yuki heard her opponent's conversation. They were talking about her. It seemed as though they may have known why this match was happening in the first place with such mismatched rules. They seemed to have caught on to Yuki's goal. The bell would ring and the two would charge at Yuki with great speed. Yukis simply stood there, ready to take a charge from Chiaki but to Yuki's surprise, Chiaki span away and got behind her, placing her in a tight full nelson.
Yuki watched as Fuuka approached. Excited butterflies grew in Yuki's stomach as she watched the bluenette make her way towards her. She heard Chiaki telling Fuuka that she knew what to do. Fuuka nodded before landing a punch right to Yuki's soft, unprotected midsection. It didn't stop with one single punch though. Instead, it seemed as though Yuki was being used as a punching bag for Fuuka. While the punches, hurt, they were not the strongest she had ever experienced but the amount she was taking would add up. Each punch sunk deeper and deeper into her body and would push more air from her lungs.
Yuki's breasts would wobble and bounce with each strike to her body. Her cute and round rear would bump and grind against Chiaki's crotch with every blow. Her eyes would widen as Fuuka pulled her closer to land multiple knee strikes to her gut. Her eyes would widen and spittle would fly from her mouth with each strike. While it hurt, this was exactly what Yuki was looking for.
Yuki put up no fight or resistance, letting out cute grunts and groans after each punch, coughing as the air was knocked out of her. She would try her best to hold in a moan of her twisted pleasure and for now it seemed that she could compose herself to at least act like she wasn't gaining pleasure from this.
Fuuka continued to pound away at Yuki's stomach, and if the brunette was trying to do anything about it, Chiaki couldn't tell. The gamer girl felt no type of struggling or resistance from Yuki. Chiaki was more and more convinced that she was getting exactly what she wanted. "Alright Fuuka, I'm taking her down now," said Chiaki as she went down to her back, bring Yuki with her.
Now Fuuka would reveal what she had been weakening Yuki's body for. She would also go down to the floor, going across Chiaki and Yuki. Then Fuuka would slip one leg between their bodies and set her other leg over Yuki's body. Then the bluenette would start to squeeze, using her thighs to crush Yuki with a Bodyscissors. This was one of the few moves that Fuuka could really make sting, and with the brunette's belly already damaged, the damage dealt should be magnified on top of that.
For Chiaki's part, she was supposed to let go of her Full Nelson, get out from underneath Yuki, and put her into a Side Headscissor to complete the Keyboard Warriors' combo move known as Double Pump in hopes for a quick finish. But considering the gamer girl had already figured out that Yuki wanted this to drag on, she opted to improvise a bit. Chiaki got out from underneath the brunette, but instead of locking her into a Headscissor, she sat down on Yuki's chest, with soft butt squishing soft breasts. "What are you doing," Fuuka asked her partner.
"Don't worry. It'll be fine, I think," Chiaki answered before turning her head to look down at Yuki. "Hey hey. I've got a hunch that you like getting beat up. We'd appreciate being able to use you for some practice, but how much can you take?" Chiaki leaned forward. Her elbows on either side of Yuki's head as her breasts hovered over the masochist's face within licking distance of her tongue. "Or is there anything you'd like in particular?"
Yuki continued to be used as an impromptu punching bag, being held by Chiaki in a tight full nelson, leaving her soft, unprotected and vulnerable belly open for Fuuka's strikes and blows. The scene was quite a treat for the audience if they were into Ryona. Yuki made sure to fully sell her defenselessness and vulnerability, letting out cries of pain and pleasure. It had been over a minute now and even Fuuka's punches added up on the pain scale by that amount of time. She showed zero resistance, even thrusting forward, before each punch, wanting each one to be stronger then the last.
Yuki would hear Chiaki telling Fuuka that they were going down to the mat. This made Yuki even more excited. Was she going to be able to roll around with the key board warriors? What came next was even better than she expected.
Yuki would stay stuck in a laid down full nelson while Fuuka showed why she had been weakening her abdominal muscles and midsection. It was all a build up for a body scissors. While Fuuka wasn't the strongest in the league, she had stronger legs and thighs than most would expect. Yuki witnessed this first hand as she felt Fuuka's thighs wrap around her mid-section and befin squeezing her mercilessly.
While the hold was once again quite painful, Yuki couldn't help but find pleasure within it all. The soft, warm and smooth skin from Yuki's thighs pressed against Yuki's naked midsection. She appreciated the feeling of Fuuka's skin against her own. She also loved the feeling of Chiaki's breasts against her back as the pinkette kept her in the full nelson.
In most cases, Chiaki would have followed through with their usual move, putting her into a side head scissors to complete one of their signature moves early but it seemed like she was on to Yuki and her wants and needs. The fullnelson would be released and Chiaki would get up and sit down on Yuki's chest, squishing her breasts beneath her perfectly round rump.
Yuki found it a bit more difficult to breathe but again she didn't mind one bit, happy to be in the position she was in, hoping it would a whole lot longer. Fuuka seemed confused by Chiaki's actiosn but Chiaki reassured her partner that things would be okay before turning her attention to Yuki. Yuki would hear Chiaki's words and focus, looking up at the beautiful woman sitting on her chest.
Chiaki had figured it all out, calling Yuki out. Yuki solidified Chiaki's guesses by nodding. She would hear the question asking how much can she take. While Yuki found it difficult, she couldn't help but nearly let out a laugh before answering "As... As much... As you two... Can give... I wa.. Want to go... All... All night long..." She would say through labored breaths, finding it difficult to answer with Fuuka's strong thighs tightening around her body.
Yuki would only get more excited as Chiaki leaned forward with her elbows on either side of Yuki's head, putting her nearly exposed breasts within licking distance of Yuki's face. Yuki would stick her tongue out and get a quick taste before hearing Chiaki asking for specific requests. Yuki didn't have to think twice before letting out a spew of ideas. "I want you two to smother me silly, kiss me like I've never been kissed before, pleasure me to your hearts content, put me into submissions that no other girl would be able to take, slam me and rag doll me around this whole ring! I want leg drops, elbow drops, butt drops and splashes. I want you two to try and make me cry! I want to be so humiliated, so squashed, so dominated... that I struggle to agree to my next match..." Yuki would finish with a deep blush on her face, realizing she had let her full masochist personality expose itself, not only to her opponents but the crowd as well as she had said that much louder then she expected she would. She would lay there, waiting to see how both Fuuka and Chiaki would respond.
"Oh, w-wow," Fuuka said after hearing Yuki relay the full extent of her desires. Chiaki went wide eyed and silent out of shock. Not from the Yuki's true nature, but from the raw passion and extremeness of it. Some of the crowd went quiet, weirded out by the brunette's confession. But their silence was made up for by the parts of the crowd the cheered louder for Yuki's wishes to be fulfilled.
"Well you did ask for smothers, and I'm already in position," said Chiaki has she finally lowered her breasts onto Yuki's face. The full exposure of the gamer girl's cleavage by her outfit made it no trouble at all to fully lodge the brunette's head between her big, soft, boobies. Chiaki then brought her hands under Yuki's head and pushed it up to secure it. "Make sure you give some kind of signal before you pass out besides tapping if you really want us to keep going," she'd say.
"What should I do?" asked Fuuka.
"Whatever you want, I guess," answered Chiaki. "Just have fun."
"O-okay," said Fuuka as she released her bodyscissors. She would move to lay down on top of Chiaki, and reach her arms around her partner's body to get to Yuki's. Fuuka would then begin tickling Yuki's armpits, still exposed from Chiaki's Full Nelson. Her thought process was that forcing Yuki's secured head to shake and convulse with laughter, along with forcing someone who was already deprived of air to laugh, would hopefully accomplish what Yuki wanted without making Fuuka feel guilty about beating up on somebody who wasn't fighting back.
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Yuki's confession seemed to catch both of her opponents off guard as well as a few fans in the crowd, but there were plenty of those who were perverted just like the small brunette who wanted nothing more then to see her get completely dominated. The humiliation she felt after her confession only added to her pleasure as she shivered between the two. She heard Fuuka's reaction and would blush deeper.
Chiaki's reaction was a bit more forward, bringing up Yuki's request for smothers and saying how she was already in the position. With that, Chiaki lowered her breasts right onto Yuki's face, enveloping her into her perfect cleavage that her outfit offered easy access to. Yuki would purr into Chiaki's breasts. "So... soft... mmmmfhf..." Yuki would let out as she felt Chiaki's breasts envelope her face. The feeling was soft and warm and it only get better as Chiaki wrapped her hands underneath Yuki's head, pulling her deeper into the smother.
She would hear Chiaki guiding her to offer a signal before passing out that wasn't tapping. Yuki would simply give a thumbs up before letting her arm back down. Fuuka then would ask what to do and Chiaki gave her a very broad answer. Fuuka took the answer as she would, releasing the scissors and laying on top of Chiaki, adding her full weight to the smother hold. Then the unexpected happened. Yuki would feel Fuuka's finger tips begin dancing on her armpits, starting to tickle the smaller brunette.
It was already difficult to breathe within the smother, but laughing and giggling due to the tickling only made it that much more difficult. Each laugh Yuki hoped would give Chiaki a nice vibration against her breasts, hoping it was a pleasurable experience to her dominant opponent. As time went on, Yuki was starting to feel short of breath. The last thing she wanted was to pass out and have the match called early, only thing was that she couldn't tap or the match would be over. Yuki started to panic a bit, wondering how to sign that she needed to get air. She would then come up with the idea of giving Chiaki a thumbs down, waving her hand at the girl, hoping she understood what she was trying to say.
Chiaki found this experience to be surprisingly fun. She didn't expect to enjoy beating up somebody who wasn't fighting back, but if the victim was genuinely enjoying it, then the concerns of the kindhearted Chiaki would be alleviated. Fuuka still felt somewhat uncomfortable about this, but that was because of how weird this felt to her rather than any guilt.
"Ooohhuuuhhh," Chiaki let out a bit of a moan herself as she felt Yuki's face squirming around inside her breasts, as well as sending vibrations through her chest via the laughter provided by Fuuka. Yet despite Chiaki's enjoyment, it eventually had to end. Signaled by the thankfully clear sign provided by Yuki's waving thumbs down. Both Keyboard Warriors let up.
"What next?" asked Fuuka. But Chiaki didn't answer, not right away. She was already busy setting up the next move, apparently having already figured out what she wanted to do as she flipped Yuki over onto her stomach.
"So you like being on top, huh Fuuka?" said Chiaki. "Well I can make that a two player game." The gamer girl then proceeded to grab her own partner, and piled her face down on top of Yuki's back.
"What are y-AH!" yelped Fuuka as Chiaki sat down on top of her. The pinkette then reached down and grabbed Yuki underneath her chin, and then lifted her head up, locking both Yuki and Fuuka into a Stacked Camel Clutch. Though admittedly, while Chiaki did technically have both her opponent and her partner locked in the submission hold, a Stacked Camel Clutch only put real pressure on the girl at the very bottom: Yuki. `Fuuka's presence only served to make the hold more painful than a regular Camel Clutch for the masochist. Plus, with Fuuka's resilience, Chiaki doubted her partner even felt this.
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Yuki would continue to be smothered and tickled and squashed beneath the keyboard warriors, loving every moment she was able to spend having her face pressed deep into Chiaki's breasts. Fuuka's fingers gracefully tickled her armpits, causing her to let out vibrating moans and giggles into Chiacki's breasts. She would hear Chiaki's moan which only lead to Yuki letting out another one.
After what felt like several minutes in heaven, Yuki didn't want the match to end so she gave Chiaki and Fuuka her signal that she needed some air in order to continue. When both girls got off of her, she would let out a loud gasp, followed by some coughing and wheezing.
She would lay there, listening to her opponents discussing their next action. She waited excitedly before she was flipped over onto her stomach. "So many possibilities" Yuki thought as she shivered, thinking about what move she was going to be put through next.
Suddenly, Yuki would feel all of Fuuka's weight come crashing down on her back. The pain went through her body followed by a moan. "Was that a splash? It didn't feel like one..." Yuki thought to herself, hearing Fuuka's confused response before feeling Chiaki's weight get added onto her already sore back. She would feel Chiaki's soft hands lock underneath her chin and begin pulling up and back in a painful stacked camel clutch. Yuki's eyes would widen as her back and neck were stretched in a brutal fashion. Yuki kicked her legs and squirmed around, not trying to escape but to deal with the pleasureful pain. "MMMmmmmoree!" Yuki let out in a pained and embarrassed moan, begging both opponents for more punishment.
