In Scylla's Embrace - Ishigami Yuto vs Beatrice Harper

[Liesmith]

Looks were indeed deceiving when it came to Tris. Voluptuous the redhead might be with a body made entirely of smooth curves but she was packing plenty of muscle underneath courtesy of a regimen of pole dancing and roller derby (and wrestling of course).

Yuto certainly wasn’t the first of her opponents to be caught off guard by how much of a powerhouse she was – and Tris hoped he wouldn’t be the last either. Though, in this case, it was as much a case of technique and balance as raw power.

Either way, he wasn’t shifting her and they both knew it.

Though, in Yuto’s defence, she’d just given him plenty to think about as her finger continued its gentle work against his crotch. He twitched and he flinched but Tris just smiled and kept it up, as though she had no idea why he was squirming like that. After all, he was the one in control, right?

He really wasn’t.

Took him long enough to realise it – or maybe to accept it – either. When it finally dawned, Yuto went to pull away – but that meant loosening his grip around Tris.

Feeling his arms start to open, the redhead twisted hard, lunging to try and wrap her own arms around his head. If she was successful, she’d pull him in, pressing his face firmly into the side of her chest – not trying for a smother at least not yet.

“Not so well, huh,” she answered her own question, wrenching the hold tighter with her every word, “C’mon, lover, you don’t want this match to be a total bust, right?”

[Lico]

"Agh...!" Yuto groaned as Scylla's arm caught his head before he could pull away completely, and just like that he ended up being trapped in her side headlock, his cheek pressed against her sideboob. "Nnghh...!"

Naturally, his hands went for her arm, trying to pry it away from his neck. However, he had to say the sensation of her breast against his face was somewhat of a distraction - something he didn't really need considering he's already struggling to match her strength without it.

"Hnngg... n-no... I... gghh..."

The longer it went, the worse it'd be for him, Yuto knew that much. The problem was that he couldn't find a way out from this predicament since he couldn't even try taking her down. The boy grunted and squirmed some more as Scylla tightened the hold, finding it rather embarrassing that she could easily contain him with such a simple move.

[Liesmith]

Tris was starting to think that maybe Yuto was a slow learner.

She couldn’t think of any other explanation as to why she could feel his fingers frantically scrabbling at her arm as she forced his head in tighter, searching for an escape he just wasn’t strong enough to find.

Someone clearly hadn’t been eating his spinach.

Fun as it was to keep him stuck in what was virtually the simplest hold imaginable, it wasn’t really getting her anywhere though. Maybe it was wearing him down some but, so far, Tris wasn’t seeing much fight to knock out where Yuto was concerned.

She wanted to get him on the mats, where she could get her legs around him.

“Time for a change of scenery,” Tris muttered with a grin, her tone low and amused as she practically whispered in his ear.

With that, the redhead twisted sharply, shifting her body weight as she went to throw Yuto over her hip and down to the mat with a bang.

While keeping her headlock nice and tight, of course. Even if Tris was starting to get a little bored and already considering ways she might spice things up once she’d got poor ickle Yuto where she wanted him, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to milk this hold for all it was worth.

[Lico]

"H-huh...? Wha-aaahh...!" Yuto yelped as he felt his body being swung by Scylla after her brief warning, and the next thing he knew was that he landed on the mats, back first. "Augh...!"

He was a little disoriented, and apparently, still trapped in her headlock as it turned out. The fall made him unable to squirm as much for a short while, his hands still trying to pry her arm off his neck, with even less force now.

Eventually, though, the boy would start twisting and turning himself as much as he could in a desperate attempt to free himself from her clutch, even using his legs to try dragging her a little, hoping it might help him loosening her hold.

[Liesmith]

And down they went, as though there’d ever been a question of him fighting her off. Still fighting though, she had to give him that – stupid as it might be.

“Attaboy,” Tris crooned, splaying her own legs out wide to deny him any leverage and keep him trapped under her (where he totally belonged), “That’s it, keep fighting.”

She gave the hold another wrench, giggling softly.

“It’s totally useless but it’s so much more fun when you struggle…”

That said, this was starting to get a little tedious. She wanted to shake things up.

Quickly unlocking the headlock, Tris planted her hands flat on the mat to either side of his head. The voluptuous redhead then proved her flexibility by kicking up into a handstand, only to throw her weight back down again, looking to slam the twin bowling balls of her muscular ass into Yuto’s midsection.

[Lico]

Yuto didn't really need to be told that his struggle was useless. Hell, he made a career of doing it after all. Just like Scylla, the crowds enjoyed his attempt to fight back, even if they knew it's not going to make any difference. The cranking of the headlock did made him cease his squirming for a bit.

Then he felt her releasing her hold. It had to be because there's no way he'd get out of it by his own effort. It was an opportunity for Yuto to roll away, but his reaction was delayed as all that futile struggle did drain some of his strength. Unfortunately, just as he's about to try moving away from Scylla, she slammed her rear onto his midsection, causing him to groan in pain as the hit knocked some air off his lungs.

"Gah...!"

The boy flopped to the mats and curled slightly, wincing from the impact of the smack. It wasn't really painful, but enough to stun him for a few seconds and preventing him from getting away from her.

[Liesmith]

Tris could get used to this crowd. Sure, she thought she still preferred the smaller, more intimate groups she’d been used to – easier to spot potential marks, simpler to learn who was good for a laugh and which to avoid – but there was something primal about hearing hundreds, maybe thousands of people cheering her.

It was hardly the best handstand she’d ever done, just enough to slam her rear back down on him. Not that much height either, but 165 lbs of curvy muscle crashing down on his midriff was plenty for the effect Scylla was looking for.

Now astride her opponent, Tris scooted back until she was settled firmly in his lap, her thick, muscular thighs clamped tight around his sides – not squeezing, not yet. Just letting him know that they were there as well as to keep him pinned under her full, powerful ass.

“Think you’re up for a quick ride, boytoy,” she breathed, running her hands up her body until she could tangle them in her hair, starting to roll her hips against his with practiced grace, smirking as she imagined him growing hard under her.

Not that she wanted to drain him quite yet, but she wanted him to know she could absolutely finish him right here if she chose.

But that’d be way too easy. Tris wasn’t letting him out of this ring until he couldn’t walk straight…

And yes, she was fully aware that she’d left his arms free.

[Lico]

While Yuto was still trying to recover from the butt slam of Scylla, she shifted herself on top of him, sitting on his lap while her legs seized his midsection. She didn't went for a scissor yet, but it'd be safe to say that he wouldn't be able to avoid it once she decided to do so.

"...wha...?" was all the boy blurted out in response to what the redhead called him. "O-ohh...!" followed by some moaning as Scylla started rolling her hips, grinding her crotch against his through the cover of their pants.

The effect was almost instant. While Yuto was squirming around under her with no hope of escaping, a bulge was forming between his legs, poking her nether region, throbbing. It's impossible to resist such sensation after all, and despite having his arms free, he couldn't really make a good use of them as it was. Given her strength, pushing her probably was out of a question, not to mention that she could just use her legs to contain him if he tried to do something. At the very least, Yuto had learnt about that part by now. Unfortunately that did limit his options by a lot.

Perhaps he could try a diversion himself, or so the boy thought. His arms shot forward, hands reaching for her chest, aiming to grab her breasts and gave them some squeeze. Not too rough, just enough to distract her, or so he hoped. The next step then would be to suddenly buck himself up before trying to raise himself onto a sitting position, with the aim to use the momentum to push her backwards. His chances might be less than fifty fifty, but it'd be better than just to lie down and let her had her way, at least from the match perspective.

[Liesmith]

With her thick hips, Tris had always had a knack for lapdances, and it was something she’d worked hard to hone once she realised how valuable a skill it was. Nowadays, she could grind most guys she’d caught to a quick, mind-shattering climax without breaking a sweat.

It was all in the glutes.

So the redhead was utterly unsurprised that, within seconds, she had Yuto rock hard under her, even when she was just toying with him.

Continuing to sway her hips in a seductive rhythm, she was paying scant attention to the wrestler trapped under her, at least until she felt his hands on her breasts. Unconsciously, Tris’ head rolled back, spine arching slightly as Yuto squeezed. A low throaty purr rolled out from her full lips.

Mmm. Nice.

It was also a distraction, as he proved by sitting up and trying to shove her away.

Tris, distracted or not, didn’t even try and fight him. She went with his push, letting herself fall back.

As she did, she curled her legs around his lean trunk, locking Yuto firmly in place so that he’d fall with her. Now, she was on her back on the mats with him on top but Scylla’s smirk didn’t even falter.

“Ooh,” Tris mocked, “Someone likes to be on top, does he?”

Her meaty thighs tensed around his sides, delivering a playful – though undoubtedly painful – squeeze for a couple of seconds.

[Lico]

Yuto was able to push Scylla onto her back, but he ended up being trapped by her legs instead. He didn't even need to try to realize that there's no getting out of this given how thick her thighs were. It seemed that his situation just went from bad to worse...

"N-not really, but gotta do whatever might work... nnghh...!" he said quietly before her squeezing drew an agonized groan from his mouth. "Gaahh..."

He could tell that the redhead wasn't even giving it her all, which made the boy not wanting to imagine being on the receiving end of the full force of her squeezing. With his movement restricted and lifting her being out of question, the only option he got was... to try squeezing Scylla's breasts again, both hands on her orbs and a little rougher this time. And while doing so, Yuto could only hope that she didn't respond in kind by squeezing his midsection harder.