Accepted submission match: Yuki vs Vorona

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Yuki continued to whimper and moan and let out cute cries of pain and pleasure as her breasts were grounded by the heels of Vorona and Winter. It seemed as though the two were feeding off of each other in their pleasure while dominating Yuki. Yuki looked down at her breast which was nearly flattened while slightly indented by the heel of their boots.

Yuki couldn't help but let out another more audible moan. Yuki focused on the girls that were dominating her, hearing Winter softly asking if Vorona thought she was enjoying being dominated by the pair and she couldn't have been more right. Vorona didn't seem to be fully convinced so they decided to find out.

Yuki would let out a gasp followed by a coughing fit as Winter used her as a stepping stool, stepping over her before turning around to face Vorona. Yuki would hear the clap of Vorona's hands before she was lifted up by Winter, pulled up to her feet as if she were weightless. Yuki would hear Vorona's demand to dance for the two of them. While Yuki wasn't much of a dancer, the two seemed to know just how to make her do so.

Yuki would let out a cute high pitched yelp as the back of her thighs were kicked by Winter's leg, followed by an unforgiving, stinging chop to her breasts, making them wobble and jiggle wildly. It seemed to be an idea that she would be made to dance by receiving brutal kicks to the back of her thighs and chops to her breasts over and over, one after another, causing her to go forward and backwards repeatedly. She would let out pained cries of pain and yelps along with every strike, followed by a moan from every other, making it quite obvious that she was in face into the domination. Yuki was excited by the pain but was also wondering just how the mysterious Vorona and Winter would respond.

[Monsy]

It had a serviceable rhythm to it. But it could be better.
She made a mental note to practice with Winter later. For now, amidst the chops and leg kicks, there was just one little crescendo they might as well demo. As all acts must feed into the next and leave a great exclamation point. Whether three or five. Or, in poor Yuki’s case -- maybe just two. Vorona and Winter locked eyes for it, and Vorona nudged her head to the side. Winter tied her hands behind her back, then counted with extending fingers. One. Two. And three.

On the third finger, Winter ran, and so did Vorona. They went in opposite directions, facing Yuki’s front and back. At the same time, they sprung their backs off the ropes and sprinted double-time. Then, about halfway, when Vorona brought her back leg forward, she turned counter-clockwise with her shoulders, then again a second time. A full rotation with an elbow propped up, folded in, then whipped in hopes of smashing against Yuki’s jaw. And for Winter, who had timed her run as rehearsed, came from behind, then dropped low to jump, bring her feet together and thrust for the back of Yuki’s knees. Simultaneously, an impact to turn this girl’s world upside down and inside out!

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Yuki continued to be trapped between the rhythmic strikes, chops to her chest and neck and kicks to the back of her legs. Yuki would have fallen if it weren't for the constant strikes she was receiving. After what felt like ages in the repeated strikes, Yuki would stand between them, wobbling. Her legs felt like jelly but she stayed standing for as long as her opponents needed her to.

She would wobble and stumble a bit as the two took off in opposite directions, sprinting towards the ropes and using them for momentum for their next move. Yuki would be looking up and had no idea what was coming. Suddenly, she was struck right in the jaw by Vorona's elbow. It had hit the sweet spot causing Yuki to see white. Winter meanwhile dropped low and took out Yuki's knees with a double kick.

Yuki was struck from above and below, causing her body to move in an unearthly fashion. Her upper half flying backwards and her lower half flying upwards, actually causing her to do a sloppy back flip before landing roughly on the back of her head and upper back, flopping to the mat unceremoniously. She laid there completely stunned, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. She laid there defenseless and open to whatever move the two would decide on next.

[Monsy]

In one paint stroke, this would normally be the point of pinfall. Vorona had stepped through the whole exchange, putting Yuki to her back and refusing to watch them crumple. Winter faced the opposite direction, laying on her stomach, elbows down, hands bridged beneath her chin where she smiled, eyes closed, humming and kicking the canvas idly.

“Are you bored, Winter?” Vorona said casually, looking down at her slender arms and adjusting the sleeve.
“No way! I’m having great time.”
“Then, it’s your turn.”

Winter nodded and pushed off the canvas to her knees, leaning over the sprawled Yuki and waving. “Hello! I hope you’re still alive!” She said, then grabbed them by the hair, pulled them to a sitting position and got behind them. “As I taught you, Winter.”

“Mhm!” A knee drove between Yuki’s shoulder blades, and Winter grabbed both of Yuki’s arms, pulling them back at the wrist. The submission would be tight, but wasn’t applying any meaningful pressure. Winter just wanted them still. Afterwards, Vorona finally turned around and stepped to Yuki’s front, arms crossed, looking down at them coldly, then tipped their chin up with her boot.

“What talents do you possess? Clearly, it isn’t wrestling.”

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Yuki laid there spread eagle, completely and utterly defenseless. She stared up at the bright lights of the arena that shined down on her. The lights making her skin glimmer and shine due to the slight sheen of sweat that coated her now tired body.

She could hear the two having a conversation. Vorona asking if Winter was bored, and Winter responding that she was having a great time. The next words would surprise Yuki, making her eyes open wide. Before Yuki was able to react or respond to the fact that it was Winter's turn, she would see the smaller woman leaning over her, waving at her cutely. Before Yuki could respond, she would yelp as she was gripped by the hair and pulled up into a sitting position.

Yuki would then find herself in front of Winter. She would hear a command from Vorona and an agreement from Winter before pain filled Yuki's world again. A sudden knee would drive right into the center of Yuki's upper back, right between her shoulder blades. Yuki's arms would come up out of her bodily reaction only to get grabbed by Winter. She would then feel her wrests being used to pull her arms back into an unnatural way.

While the hold was painful, it could have been a lot worse. Yuki let out cute whimpers as she was kept still by Winter. She would be forced to look up as Vorona turned around and stood tall above her. She would feel Vorona's boot come beneath her chin and tip it up, forcing her to make eye contact. Yuki would hear Vorona's question, asking her about her talents.

Yuki would blush, and stammer a bit. "Um... I... I... Don't know... I... I'm a good... submissive..." Yuki blushed as she said it, questioning why she would say such a thing. It just slipped out. She was worried to see how both Winter and Vorona would respond.

[Monsy]

It became so abundantly clear that she was tussling with a ragdoll. It wasn’t their stature. Nor that they were dominated through this entire exchange. That was expected and carefully planned. No, it was their attitude. That answer. A good submissive. Vorona stared blankly at them, unamused, and Winter smiled gingerly, then tried to make the tone just a little more friendly. “Woooow. That’s pretty… gooding?” But the right English word was fumbling. She glanced at Vorona, awaiting instruction, an answer or a lecture.

“Not in the slightest,” Vorona replied, then got down on one knee and exchanged her boot for an index finger on Yuki’s chin. She grabbed it and then moved their head around to look at their cheekbones, jawline, nose shape, eye shape, forehead size, complexion and neck. Up-down-Left-Right.

“Any person who submits should have a talent. A competent inner-beauty to which they give, invest and entrust to someone else. So, Yuki Origang. Do you sing?”

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Yuki's response seemed to have no effect on Vorona. A unimpressed look on her face as they looked at each other. She would then hear Winter chime in, turning to her and seeing her smile before complimenting Yuki's choice of words. She then saw Winter look up at Vorona for further instruction. Vorona simply replied to Winter's compliment by saying that Yuki's answer wasn't good in the slightest.

Now Vorona would be on one knee, right in front of Yuki so that they could be face to face. Yuki blushed as Vorona held her chin in her fingers, before using her grasp to study Yuki's features. Yuki's head would be moved up, down, side to side, diagonally, in all directions so that Vorona could get a real look at her.

Once Vorona was finished studying Yuki's features, she would ask her an odd question. Yuki would ponder for a moment, being asked if she sang. Yuki blushed slightly before nodding. "I do... A little bit... Not professionally of course..." Yuki said nervously, her eyes meeting Vorona's cold stare before looking at Winter before looking away from both of them, nervous as to how either of them would respond.

[Monsy]

All Winter can think about was just how insignificant they were. A non-threat. That they couldn’t hope to impress her dearest in the slightest. And it made her curious as to why they were playing with them. She loved it, of course. Quality time. But sharing that evaluatory gaze was something that sat wrong inside her head. Vorona knew that, as she did it intentionally.

And when Vorona laid eyes on Winter, Vorona commented, “Like a younger you.”
Which set off Winter rather quietly through an eye tensing. She squeezed Yuki’s wrists and chuffed.

Vorona re-focused on Yuki meanwhile, touting, “That's the story of anyone who is about to break the ceiling.” Then she stood, stepping aside and gesturing to the crowd, then framing them with her hands. “Lights are on and the audience awaits your voice, Yuki Origang. Impress them! Impress me.”

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Yuki sat there in shock and awe as a reaction to what Vorona was asking her. To sing? In front of a crowd of this capacity? That was something that hadn't ever happeened to her in LAW, or any wrestling match before. She stayed there on her knees, eyes wide, cheeks burning red as she blushed. Her heart raced as she thought about what to do.

Her eyes looked back and forth between Vorona and Winter as they had their own little exchange of words, Vorona telling Winter that Yuki's singing habit reminded her of a younger Winter.

"I... I didn't mean... I only sing alone... Or... In.. In the shower... When nobody is around..." Yuki stammered. This was the most awkward thing Yuki had been told to do in a wrestling match, but of course after a few moments of looking back and forth between Vorona, Winter, and the crowd, Yuki would softly begin. Her voice quiet and shaky as she closed her eyes tightly. She had no voice in this crowd. The arena was huge and there was more then enough air to drown her voice out.

She continued to sing quietly and shakily, not loud enough for most of the crowd to hear besides the few in the front row. One of the audience members began jeering her. "C'mon Vorona, make her sing in a different way! Put those pipes to the test by making her scream!" Yuki blushed deeper from the taunt, looking at Vorona from approval, hoping that they could get back to wrestling soon. This was one of the most humiliating things she had been made to do in the ring, and she had been dominated and degraded hundreds of times, inside and outside of the ring.

[Monsy]

She didn’t expect a good performance at all.
And that wasn’t the underlying point anyway. She wanted the effort, tangible and genuine attempt to break some sort of standard. An evolution! And what Vorona got was… meek. Too quiet, too soft. No gut, no belt and no technique even attempted.

Then the crowd started up. Ugly, hideous voices, spoiling the performance she provided. She knew their type. How they want to slot a coin into an artis and expect them to dance to their wishes. As self-sacrificing as this sport was, Vorona found their ingratitude disgusting and scowled at them. “Such a horribly distasteful lot. Each and every one of you.” She spoke to herself. Winter shared her frustrations, but even more-so, she was beginning to hate the girl in her hold. Especially after Vorona came back, bent over and got eye-to-eye with dear Yuki. That stare was hers.

“Louder, Yuki.” She spoke firmly, “I'm not going to let anyone tell me how to perform. So you’re going to sing, genuinely, before I deface you so badly, no one will enjoy dominating you ever again. Do you understand me, Masochist?”