Going the Distance! Back-To-Back Carnage!! (For Hagen)

[TheLoneWanderer]

Alice's lap smothered out Senji's hums of surprise. Now, for her entertainment, his face was starting to match the color of his hair. By reflex, Senji attempted to tighten his hug due to the tumultuous stimulation that made his stomach spin. Was this just a tactic or something deeper than that? Either way, he needed to figure out how to leave this position quickly. Alice smoothed her lips on his manhood, encouraging the organ to rise and fight the pants and underwear that restrained it. Maybe he should start wearing a cup. That might prevent situations like this. Or slow the vixens down.

Senji let off a throaty moan, deep from his diaphragm, as Alice continued to stimulate her prey. His options were limited from this position. So, Senji began by grabbing her outer thighs with his hands to keep himself stable. Damn it, she was making him feel good. In that particular way that his failed resistance made his secretive delight fill up even more.

"Hnnnnghhh----Please Alice...ddoonn't.---It'ssssss hot----Leave it alone."

The redhead slurred into her lap. Though, he knew she would likely ignore him asking for mercy. To test this, Senji tapped out to avoid Alice humiliating him by making him cum or burning his stamina. As a two-sided restriction, she had no requirement to acknowledge his tap out unless it became a fatal situation. If she did not, then Senji would try to kick out his legs and spread them further apart before attempting to slither one behind her head and creating a triangle shape by uniting it with the other. Trapping an arm beside her head by catching it along one of his thighs, if he was able to. The boy sought to catch Alice in an inverted triangle choke from the mount.

To cope with the pressure, whether she defended or not, Senji tried to find a gap or any space at all where he could suck in a steamy breath and last until the bell sounded to end the round. A couple minutes should have elapsed by now. Making him cum would take some build up, instead of him climaxing in mere seconds.

[Hagen-Autem]

Hearing the man beg her to let him go and stop doing that to his crotch made her burst out laughing. Senji's friend seemed to stretch beneath his shorts, which told Alice that he was enjoying this torture. This only made the guy's situation even worse.

"Ow, love, you should have stayed down then—Gagh!" But before Alice could finish celebrating, Senji's legs would escape one of her grips, sliding his thighs upwards, trapping one of her arms and her head.

The man closed his legs, crushing Alice's shoulder against her cheekbone, subduing her in what appeared to be a variation of a triangle choke.

One of the young lady's eyes closed under the pressure, and the grace of this position turned into a stormy torture that made her gasp in pain as she tapped out on his lower back. That wasn't surrender; she was looking for something to grab onto to squeeze and take away some of the pain.

Senji played his cards well, but not well enough—the secretary's bust caught his manhood. As she struggled to escape, her breasts rubbed against his little friend. But British woman needed a real way out of this: she immediately lay down completely, arching upwards, which lifted her chest and carried Senji's still-clothed cock into her cleavage. Her free hand groped his waist, finding the right place to bombard him with blows to make him loosen up.

The secretary's legs opened and closed, accommodating Senji, looking for a way to sink her nose into her crotch with a single squeeze to silence and surprise him. If she succeeded, she would try to reach with her free hand the knot that was her ankles to pull them apart and continue working from there.

She slipped her hand between his thighs to slide between those strong legs and bring his thighs back under her arms.

Next, she sat on the canvas, shaking her head to regain her bearings as she caught her breath and composed herself.

Alice frowned, his bum very close to her face. She would lower him to be under her breasts and bite her lips; she would give a double jab to the sides of Senji's waist.

She was enjoying this. And she wanted to keep up the pace. Her blows were aimed at being annoying, not punishing. She wanted him to use his arms to protect his midriff, because when he did, she would grab his wrists and turn to change position: Senji would be lying on his back on the canvas, his mouth gagged between the secretary's legs with his head pinned down with a frontal variation of a headscissors. His nose would float between the lady's buttocks, his thighs would be raised, under each of the woman's armpits, and his arms held down against the canvas by Alice's hands.

"Just give up. I advise you to," she said. As if there was any real way to tap out from that position.

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[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji snorted into her lap which gave Alice an unflattering snarl to listen to. Before he could really get thr triangle sunk in, Alice rapped her fists against his ribs to annoy Senji. This lessened the pressure, allowing her to deny the transition into the submission hold.

Then...she stopped for a few seconds. Regarding him. Thinking about a plan. Senji took the bait to guard his stomach, intercepting the jabs with his forearms which stung but spared the boy from being on the receiving end of many gut punches. He knew he could give up. Should give up. But this was pathetic. He couldn't give up after having stood up from worse punishment in the past. Senji grumbled out an strangled hiss about the headscissor. Her thighs cupped his head, making sure he could see all the curves of Alice's backside.

"No----it's too early. Never..."

The redhead haughtily protested before trailing off. Despite his heart, that did not break holds. Only tactics, grit, and strength did! But it was hard to accommodate that when she had him pinned down like this. Her chest kept his clothed cock in between itself, forcing the redhead to swallow his mewls and groans down that would have been due to the wonderful, heated friction. He pursed his lips in thought, trying to think of a way out. Perhaps....waiting would work? Remaining true to the method, Senji's limbs relaxed against Alice as he stopped fighting. All he had to do was make the woman waste time until the bell sounded. Then, he would be able to make a new plan to beat Alice soundly. If she were to transition, then that still played into his hands! He was waiting patiently for any slip up or mistake to capitalize on.

Plus, any opportunity to avoid irritating what she had beaten her fists into was a welcome one.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice frowned at the boy's suffocating boldness. Senji didn't know when to tap out, as far as she could see. So, the brunette decided to maintain this position, since, apparently, this time, he had no way of escaping her. Which she liked very much.

Senji seemed to delay the inevitable; the clock kept ticking, and the man suddenly became very limp. Lacking resistance. Apparently stunned by the hold and suffocated by the Brit's crotch.

"Yeah, right... Won't fall for that trick!"

She had enough experience to know when someone was playing dead—if Senji could speak a moment ago, maybe she wasn't squeezing him that hard. She wouldn't believe that she had actually stunned him now.

Besides, the kid's breath tickled between her buttocks.

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The secretary then arched her back downwards, tensing every muscle in her body; the curve of her back became beautifully pronounced as she tightened her grip on Senji's wrists. Her bust rose away from the boy's masculinity, revealing her tempered sword to the cameras and spectators inside the bar, as she closed her legs even tighter around her opponent's head.

Senji's head would be lifted, held and absorbed by those thighs, trapping his lips against her womanhood still clad in those loose shorts, leaving the boy's nose protruding between the lady's curves.

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The miss did not blush at those rubs; she was just determined to end the assault with Senji choking. So she resisted, seeking to subdue him in a humiliating way!

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Ding Ding Ding!!

But the clock reached 5 minutes, the bell rang, and she was forced to let go—her headscissors snapped open then, and the young lady's head hung between her shoulders, sighing in disappointment. Lifting one knee at a time, she got up from Senji's chest and winked at him to keep the atmosphere friendly.

"Not bad, kid."

There was a certain hint of displeasure in her voice. She would return to her corner to prepare with her team.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji felt her squeeze with her legs. And squueeezeeee his neck so very tightly....until finally, the bell denied what Alice wanted.

DING DING

Senji smacked his lips and she dropped his head, rising up into a sitting position once she got off of him. He ran his thumb and fingers over his jaw and neck to massage the muscles beneath.

"This----will be in the second round soon. I'm glad our fight isn't so short! You.... might not that bad to be around."

His words stuttered in his throat, as he was reeling from his brain recovering from the lack of air. Senji caught the wink as he looked up at Alice in response but still desired to return the gesture. He reached up with his other hand in an attempt to pat Alice on the stomach as an encouraging gesture. A woman had done the same to him in the past, though it was after their fight.

Following Alice's example, Senji promptly walked over to sit on the opposing corner. He sunk down into the canvas, trying to keep his breaths even in order to make the most out of the minute of rest. He didn't have a dedicated or famous selection of managers. Like everyone else who didn't have someone notable in their stable, Senji's contract and offers were looked over by LAW'S generalist team. A public-defender-equivalent for the dozens of fighters on active duty. Regarding coaches, he had been able to get time with three so far in the months that he had been in LAW. They were fellow fighters, but he had gravitated towards them since they were much older and had a better handle on the flow of fights rather than the raw determination and rehabilitated conditioning Senji had to work with until he reached the same age. Them being attractive did not knock points down either.

They were not here now, since they daylighted as fighters too. Last he checked, none of the three could come watch in-person. In any case, he needed to come up with a plan. Alice looked to be based in regular MMA. While Senji was shy about playing dirty, Alice was all too eager to abuse his weaknesses to win. While he liked being wrapped up on the ground, the risky element of that was Alice destroying him. It would be better to stay standing and then defend if she tried submissions.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice would take her place on a bench that had just been placed in her corner. A white towel would be placed over her shoulders, while one of her assistants would hold out a cup for her to spit her mouthguard into, and another would offer her water to rehydrate. They had two minutes to recover. Two minutes during which her sharp gaze was fixed on the boy on the other side of the octagon.

A thin smile appeared on her lips, ignoring all the advice from her stable, focused on how to sink this gentleman.

"You've got this!"

One of her assistants encouraged her, and she just nodded, catching the mouthguard offered between her lips to adjust it with her tongue, and with a click of her teeth, the brunette got up and walked to the centre of the octagon. Assuming Senji would do the same, the secretary would greet him with a new stance: hunched over, arms hanging down, ready as if they wanted to go for his knees.

Evans' eyes were fixed on her opponent's, subtly smiling, almost flirtatious and challenging him at the same time as she analysed him.

He seemed to be anticipating her intentions.

*Ding Ding Ding!*

But Alice was ready to be direct; she wasn't going to change her plans just because he thought he was in control here!

As soon as that chirp inaugurated the second round. The brunette shot towards Senji, opening her arms forward to try to crash into him, driving her shoulder into his stomach. Roaring like a wild animal. The woman would dress as if in a sumo demonstration, clinging to his backside, before sliding her hands lower to hook her hands behind his knees. If she succeeded, she would lower her own hips to lift him up abruptly. Senji would end up with his abdomen resting on Alice's shoulder if the brunette succeeded, ready to be thrown backwards onto the octagon with an incredible roar from her!

[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji could work with this. She approached with all the vigor of a raging beast, and Senji could not stop the smile that creeped onto his face in response to her own. He grimaced, planting his hands on her shoulders due to Alice lifting him up...and letting gravity finish the rest. His back mashed into the octagon's floor which drew a grunt out of him. Since Alice was on top, Senji resorted to a grab.

He tried to wrap his fingers around the sides of her head, bringing their two together forcefully for a stunning headbutt. The impact depended on what Alice did. If he caught her on the nose, then Senji would recover quicker due to mashing his forehead against soft cartilage. If she managed to redirect it to her forehead, Senji backed his head onto the floor to stop seeing double from bashing his face into the hard skull.

As a second barrage, Senji stuck to straight punches centered on her belly and head while alternating if Alice managed to block one or the other. His intention was to cause physical damage, even from the bottom of the mount. At the same time, the brown-haired woman might have derived some adrenaline-fueled joy from Senji's thrusting his lower regions---his hips---desperately. He was intending to dislodge Alice from getting off his lap, even if it made him more tired in the end. He felt that it would be worth it if he was able to escape the straddle.

[Hagen-Autem]

It was a very abrupt manoeuvre, but it was an incredible attempt to measure herself against him! That's how Miss saw it.

When Senji's back slammed against the octagon, she didn't give him any space: she dropped down, straddling his hips, ready to lash out with her fists! But before she could, he grabbed her head between his fingers. The brunette tried to pull her hands away, but he pulled harder, smashing her forehead against his.

A groan came from the stands, empathising with the pain of others. Alice straightened up, dazed, rubbing her hips against his groin as she resisted the stun; trying to regain control of her body, but her gaze was fixed on nothingness, and her mind was far away. She couldn't even remember what she wanted to do five seconds ago, and Senji lunged with a punch to her abdomen, sinking into her without difficulty.

"GoUuff!!"

She wasn't prepared to take a hit. She wasn't used to tempering her body against the stun yet, and that made her suffer.

His arm, straight as an arrow, lifted her crotch from his, bending the brunette's back upwards as his fist sank smoothly into the middle of her abdomen, knocking the wind out of her as saliva sprayed and her eyes widened as much as her mouth; her arms flailed like pendulums, heavy as the blow knocked her out of reality. His fist sinks deep into the middle, stretching her abs inward, shaking her.

A single blow to the head and Alice was already paying the most expensive consequences. That's nothing new for management's luck.

just as the impact faded, she was about to fall back onto his cock. Senji fires a second attack, this one landing on her jaw. Alice's head shakes back and forth. For a moment, she saw the lights above their heads and did not straighten up again. The weight of those fists hit her lack of experience in receiving attacks, and the miss bent over without resistance, shivering tremulously as she swallowed before arching backwards.

Her thighs rested on Senji's, her hips rubbing against his as she collapsed, her legs bent beneath her body. She felt heavy and needed a moment to recover. All she could do was cover her face, massaging her jaw out of pure instinct, to process the punch that left her numb.

"Ough..."

[TheLoneWanderer]

A hungry glint lit up in Senji's eyes when he saw an opportunity. Alice's eyes were unfocused and her body had rolled back into itself as she was all too concerned with recovering from the blows. With a cheerful curl to his lips, Senji tried to take advantage before she was able to slip out of his hands again.

The redhead reached up, intending to wrap his left arm around Alice's neck and nestle his head underneath her leftmost armpit. This would drive her arm up, trapping it between the two's head for the beginnings of a vicious arm triangle from the bottom. With Alice still mounting him, Senji thrusted his hips up with such eager excitement as he was bringing them closer together from head to toe. To finish it off, Senji slid his right arm along to hook the bicep along the fingers of the left arm. It was similar to a rear choke, but executed from the front.

"I'm pretty happy you're not handing it to me...!" Senji murmured into Alice's ear, cranking the choke with a nasty squeeze to keep executing the finisher. However, he did not like one drawback of this position. With a regular Arm Triangle, the user was supposed to walk their legs into controlling the opponent's side and lay down on them from that point. However, he couldn't create a tighter angle on the choke due to Alice being on top.and that he had her entire body in the way of his movement.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice had been unable to regain control of her body after that combo. The brunette, lying on the canvas with her legs bent beneath her and her face covered with one arm, could do nothing as Senji pulled her in and laid her across him. The brunette's bust cushioned the union, resting her large breasts on his pectorals. Her head rested on her rival's shoulder. Her breathing was slow, heavy, and to a certain extent calm despite the danger her body was in. And she did nothing to prevent him from putting his head under her armpit, forcing one of her arms to rise and hang forward. Nor was she aware enough to prevent him from wrapping one arm around her neck and extending his other arm for a front triangle choke.

"Uugk..."

The brunette gasped, her eyes wide as the pressure of this move cinched her throat, bringing her shoulder closer to her cheekbone, pushing her flexibility to the limit, causing her body to tense and her arms to try to break free. But her brute strength was not enough, and her other hand could only grope around to find out what was happening.

However, the sensation of a bulge grinding against her hips — strange, intense, unexpectedly thrilling. That rubbing, which was a repeated sliding up and down, and on her womanhood, lifting her hips with each irresistible grind, made her tremble and moan. It was a sound born of a mixture of surprise and unreserved pleasure, and it only served to upset and shake her with a newly discovered embarrassment in her dazed state. Wasn’t this what she wanted… or was it?

The daze soon faded with the rush of dopamine and adrenaline. She narrowed one eye at the pressure of the choke and, bracing herself to fight off that pleasure, the brunette grabbed Senji's shirt, realising where his ribs were, and lashed out with three punches there. As she drove them in, her hips shook, fleeing from the sensation, trying to swap places with a thigh, which she then flexed to rest her knee on his cock! And calm it down by crushing it!

If Alice went that far, she would continue throwing punches to his side, interspersing that with shaking from side to side, wiggling her hips as she tried to push her trapped arm against his head, while sliding her knee over her rival's little friend. If she managed to win, she would immediately surround him, taking a deep breath.

She was tired and short of breath, but her desire to catch him was so strong that she couldn't pay attention to anything else.

The air came out in an electrifying sigh, wide awake, ready to give it her all to win this round.

She would press her chest against his back, wrapping her right arm around his throat while immobilising his head from behind with her other arm for a rear choke! Then she would hug his back with her thighs and bring her feet together on his cock, pressing the heels of her feet against his cock.

"Very nice, taking advantage of me while I’m dazed, are you…?" she whispered in his ear; she sounded vengeful.

Her foot began to rub against the bulge in his trousers; her thighs brushed against his waist, and she soon tried to gain the upper hand by putting pressure on his throat.

"How about we introduce your partner to the crowds, huh?"

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