Ayumi "Velvet Vice" Tanaka vs Ishigami - Soft Thrones, Hard Lessons

[Lico]

Yuto was almost literally a sitting duck in the corner as Ayumi started battering him with her rear while the crowds where cheering her with every smack. The boy could only grunt and twitched around from the impact of the hits, getting more daze with every thumping. The poor boy couldn't even protect himself as he's too drained to do so. All he could do was to take his beating until she's satisfied. At least, the smacking was more disorienting than actually hurting, but that's just a small consolation in his current state.

"G-guhh..." he wheezed and whimpered by the time Ayumi was done, panting heavily, barely conscious.

Even if he wanted to move, his body just felt so heavy at the moment. Ayumi's words hinted that there's more to come his way, but Yuto clearly wasn't in the state where he could do anything to stop her. After weakly glancing at her, the boy did try to roll himself away from the corner, but he slumped onto his front rather than getting onto his hands and knees. One hand of his would reach the rope to help him supporting himself, but the best he could do right now would just be to get on all fours. Even if he could crawl away, Ayumi should be able to catch him anytime she wanted.

[Parker]

Ayumi slipped gracefully from the corner, her arms draping lazily across the top ropes as if she were lounging rather than competing. The curve of her back arched as she leaned against them, her lips curling into a knowing smile while she watched Yuto collapse to the mat in a heap. For a moment, she basked in the cheers, waving idly to the crowd as if to say she was merely entertaining them, taking a brief intermission before the next act of his undoing.

Only when Yuto stirred, hands pressing shakily to the mat, knees trembling beneath him—did Ayumi move again. The softness in her expression didn’t change, but something colder flickered behind her eyes. Her bare feet glided across the canvas, silent as silk, until her shadow stretched over his crawl like a dark veil.

"That’s it, darling… on your hands and knees, you good good at my feet." The words came smooth, teasing, but with that undertone of command that could make a heartbeat stutter.
Her hand slipped into his hair, fingers threading through the disheveled mess of sweat-matted blonde. She gave a slow, deliberate tug, not harsh, but enough to make his spine straighten under the tension. Each backward step she took forced him to follow, crawling at her pace unless he wanted to risk a sharper pull. The audience murmured, torn between sympathy and fascination at the control she wielded so effortlessly.

When they reached the center of the ring, she finally released him. Yuto’s head dropped forward as Ayumi circled, stepping over him with a dancer’s poise until she stood at his back. She crouched low, knees brushing against his sides, half-straddling him as her fingertips traced the line of his shoulders before claiming his arms.

One by one, she hooked them over her thighs, first the left, then the right, suspending his upper body in a helpless arch. The positioning was deliberate, slow, as if she were sculpting his restraint rather than simply applying it. Only when his limbs were secured did her hands snake forward, sliding beneath his chin, interlacing as her wrists locked beneath his jaw.

Then she pulled.

The motion was unhurried but firm, her arms tightening until his body bent backward into the camel clutch, his throat exposed, his chest rising with each strained breath. Ayumi’s posture stayed elegant, upright, her expression calm even as Yuto groaned from the pressure. His head pressed against her chest, the crown of his hair brushing the curve of her collarbone as she drew him close, not just to punish, but to possess.

"Still some fight in you, hmm?" she murmured, tilting her head as if genuinely curious. "You did get up after all… I’ll take care of that soon enough."

Her voice carried a light, lilting amusement, the kind that could make even pain sound like a gift. Rather than lean back, she held her crouched stance, letting him feel every breath she took against his skull, every subtle flex of her hands drawing another twitch from his spine.

"Tell me Yuto…" she whispered, her tone silk and steel in equal measure. "What do you like about me most?"

[Lico]

Yuto felt Ayumi's hand reaching for his hair, getting a handful of them as she tugged him towards her. He groaned and crawled along all the way to the center of the ring, not having the strength or the willpower to resist her at this stage. His defiance only went as far as trying to stay up for as long as he could, which already took whatever left in his tank. As Ayumi let his head go, he fell onto his front and remained on the mats, allowing her to set him up in the camel clutch position. Apart from a bit of squirming, he barely gave her any problem, although that could also be the summary of this match.

"Aarrgg..." the boy felt the slow stretching, which roused his senses after the beating he received in the corner earlier.

Yuto was aware that Ayumi could make this much worse for him, and he appreciated her for going relatively easy on him. The feeling of her breathing on his head told him how close she was even when he couldn't see her. It felt somewhat intimate, or even possessive, and yet also punishing at the same time. She had been handling the balance of pain and pleasure expertly, he had to say.

"H-huh...?" then came the question that caught him off guard.

It's certainly not something that often got asked during a match, and it didn't help that Yuto himself wasn't really in the state where he could think clearly. He tried to come up with an answer, recalling moments that he had went through in this match from the start up to this point. She had an alluring form, techniques that nothing sort of perfection, but what really glued them together was...

"Uuh... it's your demeanor..." the boy said between his panting and groaning. "The way you're... nnghh... sweet and imposing at the same time..."

[Parker]

When Yuto gave his answer, Ayumi turned it over slowly in her mind, considering all the things he could have said be for settling on that. Most men would have complimented her looks. Sure, they might of obfiscated their real interest in her figure with saying her eyes or her hair, but his answer was somewhat intriguing. It didnt seem a stretch, her handling of him thus far proved that he was susceptible to that sort of thing. It was refreshing all the same. She gave a soft sigh, clearly pleased by his response.

The steed arch she had drawn his back into eased slightly as she let her arms come in more, supporting his weight but not cranking the hold. She compensated by leaning forward and tightening up her position, folding herself in to fill the space she had given Yuto until she head her chest up against his head again. A cushion to support his struggles. She brought her face to his tussled hair, taking in a deep breath of the scent of him. The musk of sweat and the aftermath of so much love and attention. Familiar in some ways but unique to the blond boy.

“Next question,” Ayumi purred, the words humming close enough to his ear to make it twitch. The tip of her nose traced through his hair until her lips hovered just beside his. “Tell me something about yourself…” Her voice dropped, velvet and dangerous. “…that nobody else knows.”

Her fingers, splayed under his chin, slid together until they locked, the hold tightening with a subtle warning. The pressure wasn’t painful, not yet, but the intent was clear. A poor answer would bring the hold’s bite again. A good one might earn him a breath of relief. She offered him no promises, only the steady rhythm of her breath against his cheek and that quiet, patient vigilance, the kind that said I’m listening… and I’ll know if you lie.

[Lico]

Feeling the hold being eased up by Ayumi brought a sigh of relief from Yuto. By no means he's out of the jungle yet, but at least it hurt less for now. However, it turned out that she was still going to play an interrogation game with him by asking the next question. At first it seemed like an easy question, until she added the last part of her statement, which made his eyes blinked.

Suddenly things got a little more complicated. There were stuffs about him that wasn't published of course, but would it count if someone else knew them, even in private? At least it kinda helped that he only had a few people he's regularly in contact with outside of work. Otherwise, he wasn't sure if there's anything that could fit as an answer. Her constant breathing was almost like a reminder that she could easily inflict some pain again should she not be pleased with what he told her, and that made the boy growing a little nervous. In the first place, how much she knew about him?

"Err... well..." he started, then paused almost immediately, double checking with himself. "Recently... I might have developed a thing for, uh..." his voice had gone quieter. "...latex."

Certain people probably had already guessed about it, but it's not something he ever said to anyone, so hopefully that counted as "nobody knows".

[Parker]

Ayumi let out a low, pleased hum, her head tilting slightly as a faint smile touched her lips. There was something amusing in what Yuto had said, a flicker of vanity she recognized all too well. She’d always had a fondness for latex herself; the way it caught the light, every curve and line turned into a mirror’s reflection. It was beautiful, yes, seductive even, but far too constraining for her these days. A younger version of her had loved it for how it contained her. Now she preferred freedom, the air, the movement. Still, the gleam of it in her memory tempted her to dig through old photos later, just for nostalgia’s sake.

She wondered, fleetingly, if Yuto’s fascination came from wearing it or feeling it, if the tactile closeness mattered more than the aesthetic. But she didn’t ask. Some curiosities were meant to be observed, not voiced.

Her fingers slipped from beneath his chin, her touch unhurried, deliberate. She eased his head back to the mat with quiet care, the motion almost reverent in its gentleness. Then, with a slow breath, she rose, one smooth, fluid motion that carried her from control to grace.

Yuto’s arm dropped limply from where it had been pinned against her thighs, landing with two soft thuds against the mat. Ayumi’s eyes traced the motion, expression unreadable. She shifted her weight, stepping lightly off of him, the subtle twist of her hips keeping her movements balanced and precise.

Turning on the ball of her foot, she looked down at him with that same faint smile, not mockery, but calm appraisal. Her toes flexed against the mat before she nudged him beneath the shoulder, the pressure of her foot guiding rather than forcing as she wiggled her toes beneath him.

"On your back, Yuto," she murmured, her tone soft yet expectant. She lifted her leg slightly, the motion unhurried as she coaxed him over, more instructor than opponent, the kind of control that came not from brute force, but from certainty in every movement.

[Lico]

Ayumi didn't press further on the topic, so Yuto didn't say anything more either. Latex was probably not an uncommon interest for some of the women he encountered, but he's relatively new to it, and just imagining the stuff he was wearing back then felt a little embarrassing. His first time was a rather wild experience, but he couldn't deny that he also felt great. He's not ready to show up here with that sort of outfit, though. Maybe he would never be.

Yuto felt some relief as Ayumi let him go. He wriggled around a little after she got off him, just trying to recover for whatever it was that she's going to do to him next. He felt the nudge from her foot and rolled over as she commanded. As he lied on his back with his arms and leg spread, the boy gazed at the towering woman with a flustered gaze, a part of him thinking whether he should try to get away from her, but also knew that'd be the foolish move with his condition. Either way, there's no escaping her and he might as well went with the least painful option.

[Parker]

Ayumi’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, soft yet unmistakably pleased with herself as she stood over the downed boy. The sight of him lying there, chest rising and falling, limbs slack from the wear of their match, stirred that calm, graceful composure she carried like perfume. She’d worked him over methodically, deliberately, and now the result of that patience was laid bare before her.

She tilted her head slightly, one hand resting against her hip as her gaze traveled down his form. The faintest glimmer of amusement touched her expression. "You’ve come along nicely," she murmured, her tone velvety and composed, like silk drawn between fingers.

Her movements were unhurried, the kind that filled silence with meaning. She stepped around him with a slow, circular prowl, each stride measured and deliberate, like a dancer tracing the edge of a stage. Her bare feet whispered against the mat, her eyes never leaving him even as she shifted behind his legs. When she stopped, Ayumi lowered herself fluidly, bending at the knees until she hovered near his feet. One hand reached out, fingers gliding along the line of his calf before she took hold of his leg. The touch was firm but careful, a measured application of pressure that drew the limb up as she rose, extending it to hand in the air as she held his foot.

"Relax," she said softly, though there was no real question in her tone, only direction. Her touch was precise as she lifted the second leg to match the first, her palms sliding to the back of his knees and up his calf before wrapping her fingers around his ankle to lift it up. She gave both limbs a small push to either side while she held firm, spreading them wide, guiding them apart into a controlled V.

Ayumi’s expression didn’t waver. Her smile stayed composed, elegant, her eyes half-lidded with calm focus. "Now then," she murmured, her voice almost a purr as she shifted her stance, lining herself up to transition into the next hold. "Let’s see what’s left in you, hm?"

With perfect balance she lifted her leg, extending it out in one long seductive stretch before bringing it slowly down to his crotch, toes wriggling over his soaked pants. She rocked the sole of her foot over him, kneading his body with her heel, working him to the point where she could feel his excitement and how best to entice it.

[Lico]

Yuto didn't really do anything as Ayumi took his leg one by one, somehow finding her tone leaving no room for defiance even if she spoke softly. With his legs being spread, his nether region was exposed and she then placed her foot right between them, causing him to moan and wriggle. His manhood throbbed against her soles and toes, his volume picking up once Ayumi started grinding his bulge.

"Nnnhh...! Mmmhhh..."

It didn't take too long for his member to stiffen again underneath his dampened pants. Regardless of what he went through, it seemed like any stimulation down there never failed to spring it back to life again. The boy hips eventually bucking off a little every now and then as well, trying to match the rhythm at times as he's getting increasingly stirred.

[Parker]

She stood at Yuto’s base, her bare foot planted firmly on the mat, the subtle definition of her calves flexing as she adjusted her stance. The other coaxed Yuto’s manhood back to life with a bit of light rubbing and the grind of her heel. She remained unhurried in her rhythm even as the blonde’s hips moved to meet her efforts needingly. She took her time, teasing the experience out of him, drawing them closer to the end but allowing him to savor the journey rather than rushing to its conclusion.

"Steady now," she murmured, her tone soft but resonant, the kind of voice that filled the space without needing volume. There was a faint lilt of amusement there, the calm teasing of a woman who already knew the outcome of what was transpiring. She straightened her position when her balance steadied, arching her back to present herself fully to his view, wanting to see the fullness of her form overshadowing him, using her domineering presence as a way to invite his pleasure in further.

She began to lift his legs, her posture unbroken as she rose. Her spine lengthened, her shoulders rolling back into perfect alignment, the quiet grace of a dancer rising from a bow. The motion was elegant, seamless; it was strength hidden in softness, power disguised as poise.

As she drew his legs apart she let the motion breathe, stretching him out on either side in small pulses, demonstrating her control without causing harm, just enough that he could feel she was capable. Her movements carried an almost hypnotic rhythm, not mechanical, but flowing, deliberate, every adjustment made with care. The faint sheen of exertion along her shoulders caught the overhead light, and for a heartbeat, the room felt smaller, quieter, defined only by the slow press of muscle and the breath between them.

"Good," Ayumi said quietly, her voice calm but tinged with a smile that suggested she took quiet pride in her work. "If you can’t stop me, this will be where you end." Her head tilted slightly, loose strands of lavender hair falling across her face as she looked down at him with a wide smirk. She held him there, suspended between resistance and release. He foot gliding up and down along his covered length, providing just enough weight to make it pleasurable rather than uncomfortable.