Stakes Rematch! Bandita vs Laxia von Roswell!

[CyanDimitrik]

Such a strange dynamic between them; that's how most would see it. Truly bizarre. People who didn't get it might even call it abusive. Because watching Laxia suffer in the throes of her submission hold wasn't making Bandita feel guilty - it gave her a thrill.

They'd never understand what it meant to capture her like this, to hear her cries of pain and anguish, to see her hand moving to her head, thrashing by what measures she could while torturing her waist and midsection. Because they weren't wrestlers. They didn't sign up to fight each other, to test their skills, their very bodies, against each other. To vie for dominance over each other. At the end of the match, only one of them would be the victor of their bout, only one of them would have her arm raised by the referee over the beaten and battered form of her lover. Different things brought them to the ring initially, but only one thing urged them together for this match - each other. The excitement of testing each other, the hopeful euphoria of being the one to pin or submit the other, the intimacy and sincerity of their mutual struggle...!

Of course it hurts! It's supposed to!

Bandita's bright eyes match onto Laxia's, the excitement bringing abrilliant sparkle to those hazels. The fingers relax against her midsection, though the gnarled position of Laxia's waist and spine isn't relented. Her palm continues to rest firmly upon the other girl's stomach, subtly brushing over her skin and muscle, feeling every breath push her against her hand. And meanwhile, every breath pushed Bandita's midsection against Laxia's lower back, each coming a little faster, harder - less from exertion, more from the feel of Laxia's body against her, the rush of the struggle, the thrill of the painful entanglement..!

"I'll tell you...," she says, deliberately giving Laxia a chance to focus. "I'd take you somewhere.. first.. to relax after this.. 'cuz I know you're not gonna let me pin you. You're gonna," she pauses to flex the fingers, pressing the digits against her abdominals. Not a clench, just a reminder of what's to come. "...make me take it from you. But 'den.. I'm gonna take you home.."

Her hips lift, pushing tight along the smooth curvature of Laxia's rear. Everything feels so different without the gear between them! Even if the gear itself wasn't exactly thick or protective, there's so little separating everything, the very warmth of the ginger's skin can be felt through the fabric. And vice versa, naturally.

"..introduce you.. to mi familia.. properly.. and.."

She hesitates, her parted lips sheepishly lifting into a shy smile.

"..make sure.. it's clear to everyone.. 'dat you're mine. Only mine."

Her bottom lip is drawn between her teeth for a second.

"..and 'dat I'm yours."

The fingers suddenly press in again, isolating the abdominal muscles in a gouge and squeeze. Almost as if she's rushing it, afraid of what Laxia might say to reject the notion!

[Letta]

There was determination and excitement in Bandita’s hazel-green eyes as she looked at Laxia. They were almost impossibly bright for someone who had Laxia’s body twisted and stretched taut in a hold and had just been pressing her fingers into her stomach to make her cry out. Laxia could find no malice there, no desire to belittle her. Just Bandita, thoroughly enjoying this moment. And even through her pained grimace, Laxia could understand that. She had come here because she wanted to wrestle her again, too.

Even with the fingers easing their pressure, breathing remained difficult. Each inhale pushed her stomach against Bandita’s palm. With each exhale, the pressure seemed to sink deeper. Even through the pain, there was still a defiant spark in Laxia’s eyes. Her body might be trapped, but her determination to win hadn’t faded. Given an opening, she would pry that hand away, turn things around, and put Bandita on the defensive again. They could test each other and fight with everything they had without doubting what they meant to one another. That trust only made Laxia more determined to fight back. Between labored breaths, she managed to lift one corner of her mouth.

“Haa... of course. I’m not... letting you pin me today... nngh...!” She had wanted to deliver the whole reply with confidence, but the fingers pressing into her abs made her voice falter. Laxia tipped her head back slightly with a short groan. Bandita hadn’t even fully tightened her grip, yet Laxia was already bracing for the pain to follow. As Bandita pressed closer, she could feel the warmth and tension of her body against her back. Laxia gritted her teeth and tried to steady her breathing. Then Bandita’s next words caught her completely off guard.

Bandita’s home. Her family. ...She wants to introduce me to her family...? Laxia pictured herself standing on an unfamiliar doorstep. How should she greet them..? What should she wear..? What were Bandita’s family like? She would probably be nervous enough to talk too much, or forget how to say anything at all. Still, with Bandita beside her, she thought it would be a lovely time. The thought almost made her smile, absurd as that seemed in her current predicament.

She had been so busy planning places they could go and things they could do together. But Bandita wanted to introduce Laxia to her family. The meaning of that slowly sank in. She wanted the people who mattered to her to know exactly who Laxia was to her. If not for the persistent pain in her waist and stomach, Laxia might have lingered over that thought a little longer. But Bandita wasn’t finished...!

She was Bandita’s. Only Bandita’s. And Bandita was hers, too. Laxia’s eyes widened slightly. Even with their bodies already pressed this close together, those words made her heart flutter all over again. When she caught the shy smile on Bandita’s face, Laxia was the one who had to lower her eyes. The lips that had so confidently refused to give up a pin only moments ago now parted without a word. She wanted to answer. At the very least, she wanted Bandita to know that she liked the sound of that.

Before she could find the words, however, the fingers on her stomach suddenly tightened again. Her whole body tensed. Laxia instinctively tried to brace her abs, but the pressure stole her breath before she could. Thoughts of meeting the family, of what Bandita had just admitted, of the answer forming on her lips... all were swept aside by the pain..! “AAAGH...!!” Her head jerked back up, and all that came out was a cry of pain.

[CyanDimitrik]

"I mean, I'll settle for a tapout if I gotta," Bandita coos teasingly to the screaming Laxia. She knew what she meant. She just couldn't help herself, playing with the girl.

Speaking of which, while it may not be as invasive a thought as it had been in their first encounter, Bandita can't help but fixate on the feel of Laxia's body against her. She no longer needed to feel guilty for feeling thrilled by it, letting that spark become a full tingle, nearly a physical buzz of excitement. With her hand and fingers pressed so firmly into her midsection, she could appreciate the full definition of abdominal tone brought to bear with each strained breath. Not too hard, not too rigid, firm but just soft enough, a sweetly sublime dancer's body with smooth, perfect skin.

Now that her wrist is freed from the struggling ginger's grasp, she adjusts the hold a little. The palm slides more to her contorted waistline, fingers trailing deeply along the defined ridges of her midsection and exploring the subtle bumps with each flex. Finally, her ring finger grazes over Laxia's bellybutton. The other fingertips press in hard again, clamping on her defenselessly taut stomach, while the tip of her ring finger lightly hooks the navel, accompanied with a soft gasp.

"Mnh," the sound is soft, throaty. Impossible to hear for the audience or even referee. Maybe even Laxia, if she's screaming too loudly. But Bandita's eyes drift shut for several seconds while the hold does its work, while her fingers clench against those defined abdominals, while she anchors herself against the bellybutton. She suddenly twists her waist, adding a sharp torque to the hold. The pressure sustains for several seconds before easing for a few more, specifically to let the ginger catch her breath. Then another torque!

The cycle begins repeating, wrenching along her waist while digging into her belly.

"You're mine, Laxia!," she shouts into the air. "Don't..," torque, "..fight it!"

[Letta]

“D-don’t...”

With her wrist free of Laxia’s grasp, Bandita slowly shifted her palm toward Laxia’s waist. Her fingertips traced the contours of Laxia’s abdomen, following the muscles as they tightened and trembled with each uneven breath. It was almost as though she were testing where Laxia still had strength left and where that strength was beginning to fail. Laxia narrowed her eyes and swallowed a groan. Then her eyes suddenly widened. One finger had brushed her navel...!

N-not there... While the other fingers closed around her taut stomach again, the tip of Bandita’s ring finger lightly hooked her navel. Laxia’s face flushed crimson. The instant she realized where that finger had settled, she became painfully aware of the audience watching them. Until now, simply enduring the hold had taken all her attention. Suddenly, she felt as though a secret she’d carefully guarded had been exposed. She wanted to act unaffected, but neither her startled expression nor the heat in her cheeks would cooperate.

“Ahh...!”

Here she was, in a ring with everyone watching, with Bandita’s finger hooked there. It was such a small touch, yet it was impossible to ignore. No matter how hard she tried to focus elsewhere, her attention kept returning to it. Laxia bit her lip and tried to glance down. She needed to reach for that hand and pull it away. She knew she couldn’t afford to stay this flustered. But before she could even adjust her position, Bandita twisted at the waist...!

“Gaaaah...!!”

Her body bent sideways, stretched tighter still. The strain running through her waist and abdomen made her head tip back, and the cry she had tried to suppress burst free. Tugging at her trapped arm gave her no room to straighten up. With her legs entangled as well, even shifting her weight was difficult. She had no attention left to spare for hiding her embarrassment. For those few seconds, enduring the hold took everything she had.

“Hah... hah...”

At last, the pressure eased a little. Laxia hurriedly drew breath. She wasn’t free, but she could finally manage more than those short, interrupted gasps. She had to collect herself now. Get that hand off her stomach, find enough room to turn... But before she could put the thought into action, another twist wrenched her sideways.

“Nnngaaaah...!!”

The breath she had only just recovered escaped in another cry. Each brief reprieve gave her just enough time to catch her breath before another twist forced a cry from her. All the while, Bandita’s ring finger remained hooked at her navel. With each sideways twist, the surrounding skin pulled taut, drawing her navel into an elongated, slanted shape. If not for that touch, Laxia might have managed to wriggle free during one of those brief moments when the pressure eased. Instead, she couldn’t seem to make herself move, as though Bandita were holding the reins with that one finger...! Bandita seemed to have found her kryptonite. Laxia refused to give up, but between the pain and her burning embarrassment, she could do little more than gasp for breath.

[CyanDimitrik]

Thanks in no small part to the entanglement of their bodies and the squeeze Bandita is putting on Laxia's neck to force her face more in her direction, she has a full view of that intense blush. Some might call it high blood pressure, or stress, hinting that she might pass out soon. But Bandita's wrestled enough to know that's not what's going on here, not exactly. The pain and strain would be intense by design, but this blush is different. And it only happened when her fingertip got a little exploratory.

The idea sends a fresh, new thrill through the Latina. Did she discover something new about her girl? Something secret? Something a little kinky? Well, kinky beyond the fact that they're both intensely turned on by wrestling with each other - that one she's intimately aware of. But this is different! And this is something she's itching to know!

The clench on Laxia's midsection relaxes again, sliding the finger from her bellybutton for a moment. The wrenching twist of the hold pauses, hoping to let Laxia catch her breath with a couple hard gulps of air. But that's purely to better test this new thing, to conduct an experiment! With an excited eagerness, she brushes her palm inwards along the girl's stomach, letting her fingers feel out the ridges of her abdominal tone again - but passing her palm along the center of her midsection forward, then back, a deep bellyrub that would read to the audience as probing out a new location or teasing the wracked muscles, but Laxia could probably tell the difference. Bandita is rubbing over her taut midsection because she wants to. Because she'd already admitted she likes it.

As the hand slides back again, she runs the length of her middle finger over the bellybutton right to the tip. Which then hooks again. Not hard, not clenching, but blatantly - at least for Laxia - teasing. Feeling. And along with it, Bandita arches herself against Laxia's back again out of a reactive thrill. Her midsection pushes against Laxia's lower back, her hips grinding into the girl's pert rear. Her thigh clenches against Laxia's, less out of a need to deepen the hold, more out of an automatic response and wanting to feel her more against her at every possible point.

Bandita's head lowers slowly, uncertainly, but driven by the impulsive need to enhance the moment. She pulls Laxia's head a little tighter, wrenching her neck closer to her until they can meet - and Bandita presses a kiss first to Laxia's forehead, an inch shy of right between the eyes. Her hand slides over her stomach, fingers carding along the abdominal definition flexing under her touch, before that ring finger finds the bellybutton again. The skin is hooked, while the other fingers clamp once more against her abdominals in the stomach claw, focusing now on that more than the wrenching of her waist. Bandita keeps her face close to Laxia's, lips softly kneading whatever the ginger deigns to offer up, but trying to will the girl to tilt her face towards her just a bit more to meet her lips while suffering.

[Letta]

The pressure on Laxia’s abdomen eased. Bandita’s grip had loosened, though Laxia couldn’t tell whether she was preparing another attack or her hand was simply getting tired. She didn’t have the luxury of wondering why. Instead, she seized the brief respite to draw a hurried breath. “Hah... hah...” As her breathing began to settle, her head cleared a little.

But, of course, it wasn’t over. When Bandita’s palm slid across her skin, Laxia instinctively tightened her abs, bracing for another stomach claw. Yet the fingers didn’t dig in. The palm simply moved back and forth. To anyone watching, it might have looked like a soothing touch over the very place Bandita had been tormenting moments ago. Laxia, however, could think only of where that hand was going. She bit her lower lip, hoping Bandita wouldn’t discover what she was trying to hide. Though, judging by those teasing movements, she might already know...

As Bandita’s middle finger slid over her navel in an almost casual stroke, Laxia gave an involuntary twitch. She hoped it had been small. That Bandita hadn’t noticed. Or, if she had, that she would mistake it for another flinch of pain. Holding her breath, Laxia waited for the finger to pass harmlessly over it. But the fingertip stopped there.

“Ahh...!”

Of course she knows...!

Laxia’s eyes widened as the fingertip hooked her navel. Her body gave a brief jerk, but it was different from her earlier struggles against the pain. Instead of pulling away, she found herself momentarily leaning into Bandita. Their bodies pressed closer together. Laxia tipped her head back against her opponent, then flushed as she belatedly realized how she had reacted.

Bandita tightened her hold around Laxia’s neck, drawing her face closer. A moment later, lips touched Laxia’s forehead, and cheers rose from the crowd. A kiss on the forehead while she was still trapped in the hold. To the audience, it could easily look like a display of exactly who was in control. The display of the dominance. The thought embarrassed Laxia. Yet she couldn’t say she disliked the kiss itself. She knew she should be trying to escape, but she didn’t know what to do with these conflicting feelings.

Meanwhile, Bandita’s fingers swept over her trembling abdomen again. This time, her ring finger hooked her navel. “Nnnh...” Another faint shiver ran through Laxia. In that brief moment when her muscles slackened, the other fingers dug in. Bandita’s grip tightened around her stomach again, renewing the stomach claw. Laxia shook her head and cried out. “Aaaah... mmph...!?” Her cry was cut short as Bandita’s lips met hers. Laxia’s eyes flew wide. Caught between the pain in her abdomen and the unexpected kiss, she momentarily forgot how to react.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's difficult to explain the moment. Bandita isn't even trying to come up with an excuse for it. The reality is far simpler, after all. The girl she's deeply, helplessly attracted to has just revealed a sensual weakness to her by accident. And it happens to be a weakness Bandita already thought was a cute, attractive feature of the girl. Exciting Laxia was already a thrill; it's a powerful feeling, knowing she's able to make her squirmy in that way. That even just wrestling with her works her up. Of course it's mutual, which adds yet another layer to it.

But thiiiis...

This is so distinctly, personally Laxia...

And that makes it even more of a thrill. Doing something she knows excites her is... exciting, itself. And the fact that she's getting to mix pleasure with pain in this submission hold very conveniently is too good to pass up. Too good to not let herself sink into it. Too good to not take advantage of the moment.

Their lips meet, and it isn't gentle. It's forceful. Commandeering. It's a claim over Laxia's lips, over her body. Her head is tilted enough to seal them together, parted enough that her tongue seeks entrance to the other girl's mouth. And as it happens, Laxia is the only girl able to lay claim to having Bandita kiss her in the ring. The first time was passionate. This kiss is fiery. She nuzzles tight against her face, each tight, exhaled breath whisking warmth across her cheek. And while she works her mouth, her hand works her belly in fluctuating, rolling squeezes. A tight clamp against her abdominal muscles, squeezing against her navel, then relaxing again. The palm's pressure is tight, alternating between torture and soothing, rubbing deep against her belly and toying a fingertip against the navel before clamping again. Rhythmic, paced, blatantly sensual.

A throaty sound escapes the girl, buzzing Laxia's mouth with the sound. It shifts into a higher, thin peal when she grips the claw-hold next, arching her body into Laxia's again.

The referee, sheepishly puzzled, just waits in a knelt position to see if Laxia is going to submit to what has turned into a sensual submission hold! And the audience is going wild watching the bandit torment the noble - one nubile body tangled to another.

[Letta]

At first, having her secret weakness discovered had merely left Laxia flustered. Now, her own reactions seemed determined to betray her. Whenever that finger hooked her navel, she went weak, unable to conceal its effect. Instead of pulling away, she leaned into Bandita, almost rubbing against her. It made her look as though she had wanted that secret uncovered all along.

“Mmmm...”

The eyes that had widened at the first touch of their lips slowly drifted shut. This wasn’t her first kiss with Bandita, but it felt different. The heat of the match, the sun overhead- everything seemed to have followed them into it. Bandita’s tongue slipped between her lips and moved against hers with the same passion she brought to her dancing. Laxia found herself swept up in that familiar fuego, her own body growing warmer. She breathed hard through her nose, each exhale warming Bandita’s cheek.

“Mmhmm...!”

All the while, Bandita’s hand kept moving. Each easing of the pressure offered a brief reprieve. Laxia would begin to relax, only for the grip on her stomach to tighten and send her trembling again. Relief never lasted long enough for her to settle into it; pain never remained unchanged long enough for her to brace against it. Somewhere between the soothing touches and the painful squeezes, she lost her bearings. All she could do was follow Bandita’s lead.

The smallest touches gave her away. Each deliberate brush against her navel made her body twitch and drew a muffled moan from her, the sound vibrating against Bandita’s lips. The thought of everyone watching still embarrassed her, but she could scarcely hold on to that thought before another sensation swept it aside. She was caught in a whirlwind of intense sensations, drawn deeper with each turn, unable to find a moment in which to collect herself.

The line between pain and pleasure was becoming difficult to trace. Just when she thought she was hurting, another sensation mingled with the pain- just when she began to relax, it returned. Soon, she could no longer tell exactly what made her tremble or moan. Pain began to feel like pleasure, while pleasure itself became almost too much to bear.

Should she try to break free? Or simply let herself go? The questions surfaced, but no answer stayed within reach. She could hardly distinguish torment laced with pleasure from pleasure born of torment. Each attempt to gather her thoughts scattered beneath another rush of sensation. Unable to choose, Laxia could only lean against Bandita, trembling helplessly.

[CyanDimitrik]

As the audience roared around them and Bandita could fully taste Laxia both on her lips and against her tongue, Bandita had a clash of motivations. Could she really ride this out? Try to drive Laxia into a frenzy, where she might lose herself, her dignity, in front of this audience? Would Laxia like that? Would she hate her for it?

She knows what the ginger's body would say. It's communicating clearly. Every squirm to press in closer to her attacker, every tremble is hers to enjoy, to savor, to feel a euphoric high from. The heat radiating off of her skin, the way her voice melds through the kiss, the way she's frozen in time otherwise - who could ask for more?

Were this a more licentious contest, Bandita feels like in this instant, she could win it. Laxia locked down, forced to 'suffer' through the mixture of pain and pleasure until she couldn't hold back any more and surrendered right here on the spot. Dios mio, what a thrill...

The thought causes the luchadora to gasp softly through the nose, her body shifting to grind her hips tight behind Laxia, her midsection brushing against her lower back.

"Mnngh.."

The kiss finally breaks. Bandita's face remains tight against Laxia's, mouth open, panting heated blasts against the other girl. The twist of the abdominal stretch isn't released, but the clench against her stomach has eased enough until she's simply stroking the midsection, letting her fingers brush and tease along the navel.

"Princesa... you have no idea.. how.. aheh.. ehm.. caliente you are..."

She twists a little, leaning forward to add more pressure along the waist.

"Sure you don't wanna.. tap out to me here.. and be mine..? Officially?"