Fuuka really wasn't too surprised when Yuki said that she didn't want her bra back. It struck the bluenette as something that the masochistic girl would do. Fuuka didn't really have a use for Yuki's bra though, so she kinda just left it in the corner while Yuki asked Chiaki for more and laid herself out in anticipation for the next attack the duo would hit her with.
"Hey hey," Chiaki said to her partner. "What would you say is our 'worst?'"
"Probably... Memory Wipe. Wouldn't you think?" said Fuuka in response.
"Yeah, that's a good choice, I think," said Chiaki. "Roll onto your stomach, Yuki." Once Chiaki gave her instructions, and Yuki had followed them, she would sit down onto the brunette's back and apply a Boston Crab to the masochist. For Fuuka's part, she would lift up Yuki's head and wrap her thigh around her head with a Figure Four Headscissor. Putting the Fuuka Bazooka back to work, except this time it was on Yuki's throat instead of her ribs. Memory Wipe
Yuki would watch as Fuuka tossed her bra into the corner. She would hear Chiaki asking Fuuka what would be the worst move they had. That was when Yuki heard the move Memory wipe. Just the mention of the move made Yuki's heart skip a beat. She had seen this move done before and ever sense, she had wanted to be in the clutches of it.
Yuki would hear Chiaki's order to roll onto her stomach. She would do so, shivering as her bare breasts now pressed against the mat. Yuki would close her eyes in anticipation as she felt Chiaki's perfect round bottom press against her lower back. She felt her legs get grabbed as she was put into a Boston crab. She felt the stretch followed by the pain in her back which would cause her to let out a moan, but she kept her eyes closed for now.
Fuuka would add her strength to the move, easily lifting Yuki's head up and trapping her head between her calf and the back of her thigh. Yuki would let out a louder moan as the move was now completely set up. All the two could do now was tighten it. Yuki loved this feeling, being put into not one but two brutal submissions, being completely overwhelmed and dominated, there was something about being completely overpowered by two beautiful women like these two that made Yuki's mind go wild. She would decide to try her luck and would stick out her tongue, hoping to get a taste of the back of Fuuka's thigh. She would lick either girls anywhere if she were able. She knew they tasted wonderful. She also kind of hoped that this would get a reaction out of either of her opponents.
The Keyboard Warriors, once more facing roughly as much resistance from Yuki as a practice dummy would put up, locked the masochist into the combo hold known as Memory Wipe, a Boston Crab from Chiaki combined with a Figure Four headlock from the somewhat mighty thighs of Fuuka. Normally it was a move intended to finish matches, but that probably wouldn't be the purpose that it served here.
Shortly after the hold was applied, Fuuka felt something wet rubbing against her thigh. It didn't take much for the bluenette to figure out that it was probably Yuki's tongue. For a moment Fuuka thought that she had gone too hard and knocked the brunette out before she could give a signal and somebody else could notice it. But nope. When Fuuka looked back, the masochist was actively licking her leg.
"U-um, could you not? Please?" said Fuuka, uncomfortable with being licked by Yuki.
"Hm? What's wrong?" asked Chiaki, hearing her partner.
"Yuki's licking my leg," Fuuka answered.
"Alright, swap with me then," Chiaki said as she let up her Boston Crab. Following her partner's direction, Fuuka would take a set on Yuki's back and lock in a Boston Crab. But Chiaki had something different from a Headscissor in mind for her attack. The gamer girl laid down on her stomach in front of Yuki before sccoting up and shoving her breasts into the brunette's face to start smothering her.
Yuki continued to worship Fuuka as best as she could but she understood not all girls liked that kind of thing, hearing Fuuka complaining and her exchange with Chiaki. She would stop as they decided to switch positions.
Yuki's legs would be freed by Chiakii and Fuuka would remove the scissors before sitting down on Yuki's back, locking in another Boston Crab. Yuki would yelp at the pain she felt in her back. She was waiting to be trapped between Chiaki's voluptuous thighs but something possibly even better came about. She looked up just in time to see Chiaki laying down on her stomach before scooting forward.
Yuki's eyes widened in excitement as she saw the large pair of breasts coming straight towards her face. Yuki felt the pair hit her face gently before they started to smother her. Yuki would stick her tongue out and lick away at Chiaki's breasts, sniffing and inhaling her fragrance as deep as she could. She would Use her smaller hands to gently caress the breasts that surrounded her face, softly rubbing her hands on the sides of them, groping and kneading them.
Yuki felt as if she were in heaven, feeling the pain of Fuuka's Boston Crab and and the pleasant feeling of Chiaki's breasts in her face. It was a mixture of heaven and hell which Yuki loved every second of.
Yuki would hold out for as long as she could but she only had so much air. She would hold her breath, waiting till her last one before softly tapping, not wanting the match to end yet and saying she was ready to move onto the next move.
Fuuka was much more comfortable applying a Boston Crab to Yuki, rather than Headscissor she had previously been doing. Chiaki seemed to being enjoying what she was doing as well, she chuckled when she saw Yuki's realization of what the gamer girl was about to do to her. Chiaki definitely understood the brunette's enjoyment, as someone who appreciated receiving a good smother herself.
"Ha- hahaha!" Suddenly, Chiaki began to laugh.
"Is something wrong?" asked Fuuka.
"No," answered Chiaki through laughter. "It just ti-hihickles! hahaha!" As Yuki licked her tongue and rubbed her face into the pinkette's breasts, while also playing with them with her hands, she seemed to strike a ticklish spot on Chiaki. In fact, she was laughing so much that she almost missed Yuki's signal, just barely pulling her chest away before the masochist faded.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hold it past your signal," said Chiaki. "I was just too busy laughing to catch it." The gamer girl took a moment to catch her breath after all her laughter, while Fuuka wondered who was enjoying this match more between her partner and their opponent. Something that the bluenette wasn't certain she actually wanted the answer to.
Yuki would softly tap out, wanting to be let out in order to let the match continue. The last thing she wanted was for the match to end right now, especially with Chiaki's perfect breasts engulfing her face.
As Yuki tapped, Chiaki laughed due to Yuki's tongue, tickling her sensitive skin of her breasts. The laughing made Chiaki's chest bounce and wobble against Yuki's face. Due to Chiaki being distracted, she almost didn't notice Yuki's tapping. Yuki started to worry that Chiaki and Fuuka were looking to end the match or that Chiaki was being unusually sadistic, laughing at her tapping attempt.
But finally, Yuki was released. She gasped for air and had a bit of a coughing fit as she reached for her own chest. She heard Chiaki explaining why she hadn't released her right away. "It... It's okay... I like it in there honestly... Wasn't the worst place to be almost smothered unconscious..." She would admit as she blushed. "I'm ready for more..." She would say as she would sit up, waiting to see what the tag team would attempt next.
"Hmm, what do we do now?" Fuuka asked. She was wondering how much more Yuki was going to take, and also what would bring the end. Yuki's body giving out, her not wanting to go on anymore, or possibly even the Keyboard Warriors getting either sick or board of beating her up. Chiaki seemed to be having fun, but the bluenette wouldn't mind wrapping things up soon.
"I don't know. What do you want to do," said Chiaki. "Make it something big. I wanna see you come up with something that Yuki will love getting hit by."
"Oh! Mmm, um, well let's see," said Fuuka as she tried to think something up. "Okay, you come with me," Fuuka said as she lifted Yuki up into her arms. "And Chiaki, you lay down on your back a bit away from the ropes. Then bring your knees up."
"Okay. This sounds interesting, I think," answered Fuuka as she followed Fuuka's instructions. For her part, the bluenette climbed up the ropes with Yuki in tow. Then Fuuka would leap off, trying to blast the masochist the biggest hit she could think of; an Avalanche Powerbomb that would land on Chiaki's waiting knees.
Yuki laid there as the two discussed their next move. This was unlike the usual match the fans would watch. It was odd to see a girl like Yuki laying in the ring, moaning and listening to her opponents casually discuss their next move.
Yuki would be excited as Fuuka lifted her up into her arms. "I... Like being carried by you... Fuuka.." Yuki would say honestly. She heard Fuuka's request for Chiaki and got even more excited for whatever they had planned.
Yuki's heart began to beat faster as Fuuka started climbing the ropes with her in tow. Suddenly, Fuuka leapt off the ropes, blasting Yuki with an avalanche powerbomb, landing Yuki's back directly on Chiaki's upturned knees.
Yuki let out a loud cry as the sharp pain burst through her back. She would fall off of Chiaki's knees and roll onto her side, clutching her back in pain, but of course, the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure that ransacked Yuki's brain. "Oooohhhhh ssssoo... Goooood... Mmmorre..." Yuki would moan as she clutched her back, begging for more.
As Fuuka lifted up Yuki and began carrying her to the ropes, the masochist would state her approval to the bluenette. Frankly, Fuuka didn't quite know how to respond to that, so she decided it would likely be best to just keep quiet. Chiaki, as she started to piece together her partner's intent, began to wonder if she was at risk of taking some collateral damage. But she decided it would be fine, as the pinkette didn't need to be very concerned with taking hits in this match, considering their opponent.
So at this point, the only question was whether or not Fuuka, a wrestler with limited strength and technical skill, would actually be able to pull off an Avalanche Powerbomb as she was envisioning. There was only one person who had the answer to that question, and Fuuka was about to provide it; a resounding yes, if Yuki's cries were any indication.
Chiaki grimaced slightly, rubbing her knees a touch as she rose. Fuuka reacted immediately upon noticing, "Oh no! I'm so sorry Chiaki, I didn't ev-"
"Don't worry about it," said Chiaki as she waved off her Fuuka's apology. But then she got an idea, and flashed a smirk at her partner. "But if you want to make it up to me..." Chiaki instructed Fuuka to put Yuki into a Breast Smother, which the bluenette did. "Remember Yuki: no licking. Fuuka doesn't like that," said the gamer girl as she went to enact the part of her plan she didn't tell Fuuka about.
Chiaki would take Fuuka's legs, and put her own partner into a Boston Crab. Fuuka's single greatest attribute as a wrestler was her top class resistance to submission holds, and Chiaki was of below average strength, so the pinkette knew that the bluenette likely only barely felt this. Something that Fuuka's face, bearing a look of confusion, then of laughter once she understood, rather than one of pain, confirmed as accurate. The real point of this was that Chiaki was sitting on Fuuka's back, directly over her chest. Meaning that her butt was pushing Fuuka's breasts down even further into Yuki's face than the Breast Smother already did naturally.
Yuki had been slammed with the most brutal move of the match yet... And she loved every second of it. She laid on the mat, clutching her back, begging for more. She heard Chiaki and Fuuka's conversation and Chiaki's instructions got Yuki incredibly excited. She would be placed down on the mat, laying upwards with her face towards the ceiling. Suddenly, her blue haired opponent would mount her, placing her soft round breasts against her face. Yuki inhaled deeply, wanting to last as long as she could in the smother, also taking in Fuuka's beautiful scent while doing so.
Yuki was just about to start licking and worshipping Fuuka's breasts when Chiaki reminded her to not do so. Yuki, being the submissive girl she was followed directions obediently. She would sneak in a few gently lip movements, mimicking kisses but it hopefully would just be seen as Yuki attempting to breathe.
Suddenly, more weight would be added to the smother. Yuki let out a cute little cry of surprise before realizing what was happening. She had been holding back her craving for worshiping Fuuka's breasts with her mouth or groping her softly with her hands but now, there would be something to play with to hopefully distract her from tapping out right away hopefully prolonging the smothering.
Chiaki was in the perfect position, sitting on the back of Fuuka, level with her chest. Yuki's curious hands would slowly reach up and out, pawing around Fuuka's back before finding Chiaki's perfect, round behind, knowing Chiaki was the more open one to Yuki's advances. Yuki would softly rub and knead at Chiaki's butt, hoping to get a response out of her.
Yuki would keep this going for a few more moments before she started to run out of air. She held on for as long as she possibly could, even going as far as letting her cheeks turn dark red and her eyes to roll back, nearly passing out before she started tapping, not wanting this to be over, signifying that she was ready for the next move.
