Caged Animals - Alexia vs Katsumi Oshiro

[CyanDimitrik]

"Wouldn't dream of it," Katsumi says.

Was that a flirt? Katsumi isn't even sure right now. The excitement of the prospect of just making the crazy chick suffer is too much like candy, the line between wrestling competition and flirtation is being blurred terribly.

With Alexia lying flat on her back, Katsumi takes a moment to unstrap her gloves - both of them. Each is plucked from the hand individually and cast aside. She always made it a theatric display, tantalizing the crowd by emphasizing just how much she wanted to feel her opponent's skin and muscle as she tortured her. The only difference tonight is that it's noticeably more indulgent.

She lowers to her knees beside Alexia, briefly running a finger down the center of her stomach to her bellybutton. Then, no more soft touches. Her hands move to Alexia's hip and shoulder, and she roughly shoves her aside to lie on her chest. Katsumi snags her left arm to pull backwards, scissoring her thighs around the bicep. Then she leans over Alexia's back and pulls her right arm behind her - Katsumi's - waist. She hooks her hands beneath Alexia's chin, and she lies her waist against Alexia's lower back as a point of leverage.

Then, she pulls. She clenches. And she arches. Both arms are hyper-extended backwards as Katsumi rears back and curls her legs, compressing the harlquin's shoulders together. The hands pull beneath the chin to force Alexia's head backwards, straining her neck. And the motion pulls Alexia's onto her side, leaving the front of her taut, stretched, and tortured body on display for the audience.

Normally, Katsumi would languish in this hold before moving on to the next step. But not tonight. Tonight, she wants Alexia to feel everything now. So keeping the girl's chin trapped in her left hand, Katsumi glides her right hand downwards along her slender throat, down to her clavicle and upper-chest. Again, normally, Katsumi would avoid scandalous touches. Tonight... tonight's different. The palm deliberately brushes down the center of Alexia's breasts, not to jostle or unsettle her clothing, but just to graze along her generously exposed cleavage. She reaches her upper abs, and trails a little lower still, until her palm finds the center of her stomach. Fingers spread, probing out the edges of her abdominal muscle...

...then clench.

Katsumi's digits dig hard into Alexia's unprotected stomach, squeezing the abs in a raw stomach claw while the rest of the hold works the arms, shoulders, and neck; the Yokaidzume signature submission.

"Scream for me, baby!~," she urges in cooing voice. "Submit when you've had enough!"

It won't end the match. But it'll mean it's time to release the hold and go for that pin.