Lessons in Obedience - Yamamura Kaori vs Natsuki Muramoto

[ThatPolishDude]

Kaori heard the woman on the outside panic as they thought of the way out of this for their friend and Kaori could not be happier to hear this, nothing like tormenting people by just making them watch. But then she felt clawing at her boot, sighed again and looked down, putting more weight on it. "You know, sometimes you should take your friend's advice." She'd say, raising her boot to stomp it down hard on her opponent.

She'd then kneel down, pick up one of Natsuki's legs and slowly and gently lift it up. "I suppose you are one of those people who only learn when they get burned though and I have plenty of fire for that." She said, getting the leg over her neck and bending the girl in half with a stretch muffler before pointing to the group she already noticed. "You lot better close your eyes... unless you freaks want to see it all happen." She'd add, getting the free hand on the pinket's crotch, and now, still through the cloth would start rubbing her fingers over her pussy.

[Malkavia]

"Jesus CHRIST you dumb cooooOOOOOOW—"

And Natsuki had thought Kaori's boot was heavy. Now it felt like the whole world was bearing down on her head, splintering her back, pressing into the base of her neck.

"Oh gosh what move is that Yuri..."

"There's not...really a direct analogue in judo. I think maybe a um. Sharpshooter...?"

"OK BUT HOW DOES SHE GET OUT OF IT YURI??"

"I don't know! She could...roll?"

What the fuck did that even mean, ROLL? Natsuki swayed left and right, but Kaori's hold was locked in tight. Then her fingers slipped over her private lady parts and a shiver ran from her toes up to her nose-tip. Her mouth popped open and she tried to growl—except. That growl came out as a moan.

"Hold on Nat! It's just like we talked about with submissions! She can't hold it forever!"

"YEAH GO NAT! YOU CAN BEAT THIS SHARPSHOOT!"

"...Stretch muffler, Sayo. That's a stretch muffler."

[ThatPolishDude]

Kaori laughed, loud and clear, this was some fine comedy she was being dealt right there, that sorry bunch really had no clue. "Of course I can't keep it forever... just until the referee has to stop the match after I break her hip." Kaori said, slipping her fingers in between the folds of the fabric, starting to circle her fingers around Natsuki's womanhood as she pulled the submission tighter.

"Since you are all so worried... how about we play a game?" She said, punctuating her words with having her finger slide down the length of her victim's slit. "YOu keep guessing what the submission is and I might just release it if you get it right, cause so far..." She trailed off, yanking hard on Natsuki's leg

[Malkavia]

Fuck fuck fuck FUCK THIS GARBAGE. Natsuki tore at the canvas like she was a cat, a yowling, hissing animal that was gonna drag itself to the ropes. "RRRRGH!!" CRAWL YA SPINELESS SWINE!

But of course her sweaty stupid palms couldn't hold a god damn grip, so they slipped, and her chest shook, and her back shivered, and she squirmed while her hamstrings stretched like leather on a tanning rack.

"...Stretch Muffler!"

"Erm—y-you already said that one, Moni."

"Yes. Because It's a stretch. Muffler. Yuri!"

Natsuki's face was a dark, grimacing scowl. With each breath, spittle flecked against the mat, and she felt a growl simmering in her chest—one that got choked and wobbly once Kaori's fingers stroked between her legs. Her body clenched, and the clench made her bounce—less resistance, more a puppet whose string was yanked.

Don't you dare freaking moan, Nat...

"Sooooo I googled stretch muffler, and I guess this kinda looks like that...But like, this IS kinda different. On this one she has her arm between her thighs—"

"It's a variation, Sayo. Can you...really not see those are the same moves?"

Natsuki grabbed her hair. She squeezed. She pressed her face into the mat. The groan she gave was poured from the center of her chest. "Shut uuuuup, pleeeeeease shut up..."