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

[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji squeezed and squeezed to no end, eager to maintain the advantage! However, the repeated hits to his ribs made Senji tremble and hunch over deeply. He had no choice but to endure the bruises given how both hands were occupied. The final straw came when she exploited his bulge as he loosened up the hold from the shock of her knee crushing it.

Alice wasted no time. She hugged him from behind, clinching in a choke. She threaded her legs into his lap and wrapped both arms around his head to secure it. The shift in weight compelled Senji to pitch himself backwards. That left them on their sides. Alice was not done though. She desired to add a little extra to her performance. Her voice washed over his ear, sounding low and husky as she complimented his performance so far.

"This is SUPPOSED to be a fight..." Senji whined out a defense for his aggression as she continued to make his voice sound strangled and haggard.

Senji agonized over Alice's heels going to work on his punishment. They stroked and pressed which deformed the skin beneath them. With his only protection being elastic leggings, Senji could barely draw in a breath to cope with the impromptu footjob. She caught his dick in between her feet, jerking it off with no signs of taking it slower.

The bulge smother and choke combination weakened his defiance severely. And it wouldn't recover unless he could get out of this. With how tightly she held him in her coils, Senji could not help but arch his hips into her own. It brought the two even closer together, like a fusion was going to happen. Goodness, Alice could do a unbelievably potent strangle. For now, Senji could only watch as his dick stiffened from the smothering and the gradual pressure continued to steadily choke him out. Senji's thoughts were consumed by the repetition.

Squeezeeeeeee

And

Strokeeeeeee

And

Squeeezzzeeee....

[Hagen-Autem]

"Oh, but who said it stopped being that?"

Alice had him exactly where she wanted him, tightening her chokehold while playing with her manhood. One of her kisses brushed his ear, meant to unsettle him even further. Meanwhile, seeing that escape was no longer an option for Senji, she began to shift behind him; her bust pressed harder against his back; her arms forced his neck from side to side as they cut off his air, while her thighs locked tightly around his waist.

Alice truly had him at her mercy. However, it still wasn’t enough. The secretary murmured, as if weighing the situation—Senji had been a bad boy, and it was only fair to punish him for it. And this wasn't enough...

Then Alice spread her legs and tried to throw him to one side, forcing him face down onto the canvas. But she wasn't letting go of his neck.

"Come on, boy. We're only halfway there," she whispered.

Her intention was to force him onto his knees and wrap her legs around his torso again—this time trapping his arms so he couldn’t even think of escaping. The British woman would then drop backwards onto the canvas, sealing his punishment. Allowing everyone to admire how the bulge in his trousers grew longer and more erect as she kneaded it with her feet.

"Giving up isn’t just for cowards, you know," she taunted.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji glared at Alice when she gathered his arms within her legs as he was all flustered and frustrated from the rough treatment. It did not help that she put him in a belly-down position when she did so, squeezing him all the while to prevent escape. Then he found himself on his back again, with her arms still squeezing so tightly. Her legs had caught both of his arms by the elbows. This sealed them to his sides, making Senji's chest heave that much harder in protest. In any case, there was not much breathing going on in the first place.

Senji couldn't respond with anything substantial. Alice was too busy strangling him unless she lightened up. That led him to witness his vision dimming at the edges. The blood behind his eyes made his face POUND in protest to the choke which made Senji feel weightless as well as heated. His eyes wandered down in order to commit to watching Alice as she kneaded his cock like a piece of bread. Inch by inch, Senji's legs and fingers curled over Alice jerking him off through the leggings. It grew longer---and longer---to the point where it strained to get past her feet. She wasn't stopping either.

Senji endured it, but he had to work on getting out of here soon if he were to have any chance of turning this around. For now, Senji choked on his moan while Alice continued to stimulate her prey. Up and down. Up and down. It was a constant motion with consistent results. From the boy's perspective, this felt like his cock was being pinched on both sides. She squeezed the flesh together which wrung the dick clean as she continued to stroke it. He hated how it was so good to feel because it was too difficult to ignore. He wasn't made of stone.

As Alice would continue, she would finally feel Senji press deeper into her chest at the same time as her squeezing his manhood. It looked like he was....accepting his position for the moment. As a light resistance, Alice might find it a little annoying to keep his bulge between her soles with how Senji tried to repeatedly cross his legs to cover his groin up.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice was taming him. She might not be the toughest woman in her faction, but she was a master at dominating men.

The gentle yet rough treatment she was giving her opponent, massaging his manhood while strangling him, seemed to be wearing down his resistance in front of everyone.

It had Alice excited.

Senji seemed on the verge of being finished off by his own complacency, and the secretary had no intention of easing up. She was having fun. It wasn't every day you got to finish off a man as adorable as him. However, the guy tried to turn his legs inwards to defend his manhood. It was the last bit of stubbornness he had left. And Alice couldn't compete with that. She looked at the back of his neck, challenging and playful, and then kissed him behind the ear to continue loosening him up.

The brunette kicked Senji's lower back with both legs, creating distance between them. But she had no intention of letting him go.

"You giving up now, or are you gonna last till the bell?"

It wasn't hard to guess what he was trying to do: delay the inevitable.

She kicked him in the side, hoping to knock him onto his back, then dropped on top of him with her knees forward, hoping to knock the wind out of him.

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[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji bit his lip to cope with the stimulation. Stroking, kissing, and grinding. Alice was doing some form of all three with delight that was not contained at all. Her arms coiled around his neck even more, reaching the limit of what was humanly possible. Until all of a sudden, Senji felt two legs at his back and that they sent him hurtling forward. He coughed into the inside of his elbow, as his lungs sucked greedy amounts of air to replace what had been lost. Senji gave Alice a frustrated huff in response. The raging bulge he was staring at from being on his back did not help matters either. She was starting to try his patience. He needed to turn this around---quickly!

"No-no-....not giving up."

Senji murmured as she pushed him back onto his butt with a stiff kick. At the apex of her movement, Senji suddenly saw an opportunity. The redhead kicked his legs upward, compelling his body to commit to a backwards roll before Alice could complete her jump. Hopefully, if he was fast enough, Senji would try to wrap his legs around Alice's leg, the one she used to kick him, and leave the woman off-balance due to only having one leg to use. If he was able to drag Alice onto the ground, Senji finally wrapped his arms around her calf to allow him to pull at the lower half of her leg. A vicious kneebar. That was the counter he had in mind. As Senji applied it from being upside down, his hips would be thrusted into her knee joint to create the extension he needed.

To Alice's credit, she had worn him down enough to the point where the application was more gradual than fast. He was not able to rip the submission to its maximum, as much as he would have liked to do so.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice launched her kick expecting contact, but instead, Senji rolled before, slipping cleanly out of range.

The brunette tried to turn the failed strike into a lunge, but Senji seized the exposed leg and yanked it hard, and Alice was forced to drop into a painful horizontal split. And Senji continued to wrap his thighs around the secretary's extended leg!

"Wait, wait, don't do it—GAAAHCK."

The kneebar, though slow to set in, finally locked into place.

The tension in her knee made her clench her teeth and dig her nails into his leggings. She wouldn't scratch him, but you could tell the move was vicious. However, Evans noticed it: Senji wasn't at his best, not after all the games Alice had played on his neck and his manhood. And that was an advantage that a tired Alice was going to have to exploit!

A proper kneebar leaves the attacker flat on the mat, fully extending the opponent’s leg to apply maximum pressure. If Alice refused to lie back, his grip wouldn’t fully tighten — and that meant she still had a chance.

The secretary would exercise all her willpower to avoid lying down on the mat due to the pain, and she would remain seated. While biting her lip and glaring at him, she would try to stand on one knee, moving forward to push Senji down.

She grabbed his knees, and she would not be gentle, not anymore. The woman would use her strength and superior position to open Senji's knees, breaking the hold, and then she detonated a hammer blow to his chest, and again, and a third time to make him release her leg.

After, Alice dropped her weight onto his cock! pressing herself firmly against him. Also, she would trap his hands with hers to immobilise him on the canvas.

"Now... again... do you surrender?"

Between gasps, the sentence was completed, while a dangerous smile curled on her lips.

Evans slides her hips over the bulge between Senji's legs, curving over him like a lioness as she would squeeze her intertwined fingers, demonstrating her superiority in that position.

"This round can end in two ways, kid. Either we go all the way, and you end up exhausted, because I'll make sure you can't." Her slide emphasized it. "Or you submit now, and face my colleagues standing up, not lying on the canvas. You choose."

The brunette’s breathing came in heated gasps. Sweat beaded across her skin, sliding down her body and dripping from her chest onto her opponent’s.

Maybe she was overheating. Maybe the fatigue was starting to show. But the secretary had no intention of backing down. Not now. Not when she finally felt like the trusted right hand of her faction’s owner. Not when she was enjoying herself.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Senji cranked the hold as far as he could manage. For his efforts, he was rewarded with Alice rolling into a near-laying down position. But...she simply would not stay put! The finish would be easier if she wasn't resisting. However, Alice was not a doll, and had been intending to blast his ribcage out of his back with one, two, then three blows to the sternum. The third of which knocked him into laying down, where Alice would finally get on top.

Her mound rolled against his bulge, gyrating his own hips and making the beansprout uncomfortably shift underneath her. His hands returned Alice's clasp, although his aching muscles protested his efforts to get the forearms off the ground. Senji took a moment to breath. To reel himself back in from the carnage. It had been a...while since the match began. The bruises were piling up, even if nothing was broken, and he feared bleeding if she could land even more strikes. Even so, Alice might be even more delighted at his cock twitching when she kept sliding over it.

The sweat from the two intermingled, as Senji took in her words. She was presenting him with a choice. Usually, he would be tempted to fight to the bitter end. But, he had an odd look on his face. His lips were pursed as he thought about the proposition. He was hurting. Pain could be worked through. Yet, the thought of being milked miserably did not sit well with him. Perhaps after some more time with Alice?

He took a deep breath, looking at Alice's hungry eyes and sneering smile.

"----Yes---ok-okay. I had enough, you win. Are you happy now?"

It wasn't worth ending up spent and twitching on the floor. He could always get the next round, he supposed, despite the sting of a forfeit. He enjoyed the carnal side of wrestling but...some of the matches that he viewed in the past for exploration had deterred him. He had to reign in the lust. Make sure he couldn't be helpless mutt over something as small as a meager stroke. To aid his point, Senji smacked his foot against the canvas since he couldn't tap out with his hands.

Grunting due to his leggings being strained by the erection, Senji would finally offer her his hand in order to be helped up and as a show of good faith if Alice accepted the admission of submission!

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice had expected this bloke to throw a spanner in the works and make things difficult. She was already getting excited. But no—Senji declared he was giving up. She stared at him, wide-eyed, surprised and disappointed by the shocking response. But that was that. The match was over.

She let out a sigh as she sat down on Senji’s hips, resting her hands on her own as the bell rang throughout the arena.

She had really hoped he would last longer, but apparently that wasn’t the case. Maybe Alice had overestimated him, or maybe Senji simply didn’t yet have the same drive to win that other fighters had. Either way, she was going to tell him.

"You." She tapped his nose with a finger. "You really need to learn how to satisfy a woman in a match like this."

She smiled after saying it, not wanting things to end on bad terms between them. With that in mind, she took his hand and helped him up to his feet. Her hands fell onto his shoulders, giving him a gentle shake before she continued.

"Hopefully next time we meet, you’ll actually try to beat me." And with a kiss on the cheek, she would bid him farewell. A mere reminder that his next opponent would not be so kind as to give him.