Tag team Iron women POW match: Yuki and Saya Vs. Punishment Squad

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Saya would lay there, under Lilah's control. She let out a slight moan as she felt Lilah's thighs snuggle around her slender arm while her soft, strong hands pinned down the other. With Lilah's back arched, Saya's face was forced to take more of her covered abs, right to her face. There was no way to escape either but Saya wouldn't have chosen to do so any way. She heard the ref counting and slapping the mat, followed by more boos from the crowd. Now both her and Yuki had given up one point for their team.

Saya also felt the ring slightly vibrating with Elle simply prancing around the both of them. Saya ignored that for now, focusing on the beautiful figure that was presented right above her face. Her tongue would stick out and lick nice and slow, feeling the ridges of Lilah's abs beneath her outfit. She would then see Lilah stare down at her with a threat in her eyes. That gaze looked cold and stern, more like a promise of pain rather then a threat.

Saya would hear Lilah's question, if she had gained permission to taste her. Before Saya could respond, Lilah flattened out, smushing Saya's face beneath her perfect abdominals. Saya felt her nose flattening before the rest of her face was squished by Lilah's perfect midsection. While it wasn't a complete smother, it would make it quite difficult to breathe for the blonde. She would feel Lilah's thighs squeeze tightly around her arm, making her small muscles in her arm burn. She felt her arms being pulled further into a more uncomfortable position which would cause her to let out a muffled cry, right into Lilah's stomach. Still, even after she was warned, Saya would try to sneak her tongue out and lick away at the abs that were presented to her, even puckering her lips and kissing them.

She would then hear Lilah's order to Elle to work on Saya's small and slender legs. Saya's eyes opened wide as she tried to break free but it was no use. She suddenly felt the ring shake as Elle fell down to her butt, tucking each of Saya's legs under her armpits before falling back and hyper extending both of them. Saya's eyes opened wider and she let out a loud pained cry, right into Lilah's abs, most likely causing a nice vibration against her stomach. She was unable to tap either due to her arms being trapped. All she could do was wriggle and squirm in the double hold, completely over powered by her dominant opponents.

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Lilah's strict backlash against Saya's probing tongue did not mean she hated the attention. Elle's tongue was much more practiced, but Lilah received a great deal of satisfaction from other worshipping, tracing her muscles. As she crushed the blonde's face beneath her, she quietly moaned, down deep in her throat, at the petite inmate's pained cry, her kisses, her attention. Let her play - Lilah had enforced matters on her terms, and Elle would deliver the suitable punishment for Saya's choice to take matters into her own hands.

The lean beauty watched Elle take her seat, pull on those legs... perfect. Lilah had also noticed, like Elle, that what Saya lacked in curves she made up for in a delicate appeal, and watching the length of her small body get stretched to its limits got her hot under the leotard, as did the young woman's cry. The crowd's disdain only added to the aura - Punishment Squad's bodies were dungeons, and they had their captive. Lilah shared a lustful look with Elle, who seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as the blonde's body flailed for all it was worth. The dominant woman, maintaining her pin for another few moments, let Saya's arm slip more tightly against her crotch before she latched down again. Extra stimulation.

Though she rarely took the lead on speaking, she saw an opportunity. These two offered no threat. It was time to let Saya know the rules. "You don't get what you want out of this," she told her, raising her abs just far enough for the victim to hear. "And you don't take anything you're not given. You're going to be bent, squeezed, squashed, and any pleasure you get out of it will be because we allow it. Got it?"

All at once as she spoke, she broke the hold. Elle followed suit. "You gave her the speech," the redhead teased, as both returned to their feet. Whereas Elle might have paced around Saya, given her a chance to stand up, however, Lilah had no interest in waiting.

"Turn her over. Bend those legs over her back."

Elle saluted her and waggled her eyebrows, and then she worked to do precisely that, nabbing Saya by the feet and wrenching so she could force her onto her stomach. Slowly but surely, teasingly, she started pulling Saya's legs over her back, inching toward a Boston Crab. "You are skinny. But are you flexible?"

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Saya continued to squirm and writhe in the double hold, feeling a sharp burning in her arms and legs as they were squeezed and hyper extended. Even as she let out pained cries, she continued to kiss and lick at the covered stomach in front of her. She heard something low coming from Lilah's throat. She felt it in her diaphragm. Saya realized that Lilah was getting pleasure out of this which not only frightened her, but also made her feel slightly excited as well on her masochist side.

Saya felt her arm slightly slip upwards, not to escape but to get trapped tightly against her covered crotch, feeling the material of her outfit barely hiding what was underneath. She would then feel the pressure from Lilah's stomach raise slightly off of her face, just so that she could hear what she had to say next. Lilah said that Saya wasn't going to get what she wanted out of this. She explained the punishment squad's own rules to this match, telling her what was going to happen to her. Saya felt goosebumps grow on her skin and butterflies in her stomach as Lilah told her basically that she was under their control for this match and there was nothing she could do about it. Something about being in such a vulnerable state with two beautiful women like these ones was special to Saya.

She would hear the end of Lilah's speech and surprise herself by saying "Yes... mistress.." Blushing deeply as she realized what she had just said. All at once, the hold would be broken. Saya would be free, but only for a second. She heard Lilah's command to Elle who saluted her cutely before doing as she was told. Saya would lay there and let her feet get grabbed before being wrenched onto her stomach.

Saya then felt Elle slowly but surely sitting and pulling back, inching deeper and deeper into a Boston crab hold. Saya would hear Elle's observation, calling he skinny and asking if she was flexible. While Saya was skinny, she wasn't as flexible as Yuki. She would feel the burn in her back as the hold was deepened more and more every second. She would reach back and try to grab something, anything, accidentally touching Elle's ass. When Saya realized what she was touching, she would keep her hand there, feeling her opponent, even though she knew punishment would come from it. That was what she was looking for.

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Lilah marched, paced as she watched Elle bend Saya's legs over her back. It didn't take a submission expert to execute a hold like this one, and Saya's struggles proved so pathetic that it would have taken outright luck for her to have escaped Elle's clutches. The redhead stared up at her, making eyes as if she asked the taller brunette if she was doing well, giving occasional glances back to watch Saya struggling in the hold. And Lilah could have watched the beauty work bend the blonde all night, enjoying the way her muscles and tendons strained and struggled, the way her arms and feet flexed.

But she made an acute mistake. Lilah watched the struggling blonde's hand find Elle's ass, and when it lingered there, a fire lit up in Lilah's eyes that set Elle to biting her lower lip lustfully as soon as she spotted it. "Ohh, sweet pancake, you didn't listen. That look in her eyes isn't good for you." Lilah watched her wiggle her butt against Saya's hand. No, Elle didn't care, but Lilah had given Saya an order - she was asking for discipline. Elle had made it clear, the brunette thought, that no one in their right mind should do such a thing.

And Elle certainly had the right of it. She paused, holding the Boston Crab in a half-squat, and Lilah went to work. She smoothly dropped to the canvas, rolled to her stomach, glanced behind her where Saya's face was forced against the canvas in the curve of the Boston Crab. She scooted back, did the splits, until her crotch was touching the top of Saya's head. She could hear Elle, who must have been watching, purr. The taller punisher grabbed a handful of blonde hair, pulled until Saya's mouth was mashed against her crotch, and then slammed her legs shut, trapping the little blonde in her hungry glutes - a reverse headscissor that trapped the blonde's head at an awkward angle and left nothing but her pretty little eyes visible above the swell of Lilah's butt.

"Beg," Lilah commanded, as she started squeezing, knowing good and well that Saya's mouth was too buried in her glutes for her to form words. Elle went right back to pulling Saya's legs back until they hovered over the petite woman's shoulder blades.

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Saya would continue to gently hold Elle's bottom, just pressing her palm against it, loving how soft and warm it felt against her hand. She would get away with it only for a few seconds as Lilah seemed to be distracted by the beautiful red head, working her charm by looking beautiful while putting Saya in the painful Boston crab.

After only a few seconds, Saya was caught red handed. Saya didn't notice the look in Lilah's eyes till she heard Elle's voice, calling her sweet pancake and warning her about how Lilah felt about the entire ordeal. Saya's eyes widened in fear and excitement, she was frozen due to the stare that felt like it was beaming lasers through her eyes.

Saya felt Elle wiggle her perfect ass against her hand. Elle was so teasing, it made Saya want to melt, and Lilah was on the complete other side of the spectrum, but still beautiful and sexy in her own cold and dominant way.

Saya felt the Boston crab pressure pause for a moment as Elle was in a half squat letting Lilah get to work on how to discipline the disobedient blonde. Saya would still keep her hand on Elle's ass for as long as possible, all while getting a sexy show in front of her. She watched as Lilah dropped down to the canvass, rolling to her stomach. Saya was caught in a glance from Lilah. The fire in her eyes giving Yuki 3rd degree burn.

Saya would then see Lilah scoot back, preforming the splits. She felt Lilah's covered crotch press against the top of her head. She heard the purr coming from Elle. Saya would then feel Lilah's hand grip the hair on the crown of her head, burning her scalp as the hair was pulled roughly so that she was forced to have her head off the ground and her face looking forward, right at Lilah's perfect behind.

From there, Saya was forced mouth first right against Lilah's covered lower lips, mashed against them like a dominant kiss. Lilah's legs would slam shut around Saya's head, trapping her mouth air tight against her crotch and her nose trapped right between her glutes in a humiliating yet sexy fashion. Saya's face was nearly completely covered besides her eyes which were wide and looked almost scared. The taste and smell were intense as her senses were overwhelmed with pheromones, being forced mouth and nose first into such intimate areas of a beautiful woman like Lilah.

Saya would barely hear Lilah's order for her to beg before her head was squeezed hard by Lilah's strong thighs and her face being squeezed by her glutes. Saya was unsure of how she would beg with her mouth trapped. She began to panic before she had an idea. She would beg the only way possible in this type of situation. She would bring her hands up to Lilah's glutes, and gently start massaging and kneading them. She would decide to beg more by opening her mouth and taking a taste of Lilah's womanhood. As the hold got tighter and tighter, Saya's licking got more and more desperate as each tongue movement was meant to bring in air which was not coming as fast as it needed to to keep her conscious.

After a few more moments, Saya would start to get extremely tired, running out of oxygen, desperately lapping up whatever air she could. She would continue to worship Lilah's ass for as long as the punishers allowed her to, but she was starting to fade. It was up to Lilah and Elle if they wanted to keep her awake some how, or knock her out for another point and wake her up for more punishment right after. Saya didn't have any say and was completely at the mercy of her opponents.

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Lilah enjoyed few pleasures more than having a face wedged between her legs, whether that head was Elle's or anyone else's. She possessed the right body for it, more leg than woman, and her gams laced perfectly around Saya's head. The glance back at the blonde's fearful eyes, framed by her pert rear, satisfied her even more, and the typically stern-faced grappling expert smiled to herself as she turned back, arched, squeezed tightly on the "poor" bitch's head. She had been so boisterous to start... and Lilah and Elle had already rendered her a pathetic slave to their bodies. Yes, she was enjoying herself.

But Saya didn't beg - or try, anyway. The blonde's hands massaged her glutes, with some skill, the bully had to admit, but there were no suitably pathetic noises coming from the squeezed and bent victim. Lilah looked back again, enjoying the reddening of their prey's face and the way her fingers dimpled the skin of her ass, tempted between punishing her for her lack of obedience or letting her continue. When wet tongue ticked the sensitive skin to either side of her leotard, however, Lilah figured she had bought herself some time. She shivered, endured the wave of pleasure - the girl was not without her talents - before she returned to domineering.

"I haven't heard begging," she said, taking one of Saya's hands and snatching it off of her rear just to prove her point. That the blonde's eyes had turned sleepy gave her an opportunity. Lilah knew more than perhaps anyone just how close she could take a victim to unconsciousness without knocking her out entirely. "One... two... three... four..." With each number, she drew her legs tighter and tighter, stuffing Saya deeper and deeper, getting off more and more on her dominance. But as she finished with five, she released, letting a still-barely-conscious Saya drop to the mat.

Elle followed suit, dropping Saya's legs, and the two lovers stood to their feet to watch the little worm writhe on the ground. "Please don't tell us that's all you have in you," Elle said, as she leaned on her taller girlfriend. "You're only a few minutes into your sentence. Come along, get up."

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Saya would continue worshipping her dominator, kissing and licking at Lilah's covered crotch, not only tasting the material of Lilah's leotard, but her sweet yet salty skin on either side of her leotard. She would see Lilah turn back and smile, not at her, but to herself before squeezing more tightly around Saya's head. Saya would use her tongue and her fingers as expertly as she could, treating Lilah's glutes as if they were dough that was to be kneaded. Saya had been in this position many times before, but Lilah seemed to be one of the best to apply this reverse scissors.

Meanwhile, Elle continued stretching her legs and her back, curving her into a painful position, driving her face deeper and deeper into Lilah's rear. Yuki saw a slight shiver from Lilah, knowing that she was pleasuring such a beautiful woman in the ring like this made her melt within the hold. That was Saya's sign to continue to do what she was doing, licking more intently, kissing and slurping against her covered womanhood and the skin of her thighs, whatever flesh found it's way to her mouth.

Saya's sign to go more intense with her worship seemed to steer her down the wrong path as she would suddenly hear Lilah stating that she hadn't heard any begging yet. She saw Lilah reaching back, gripping one of her hands and yanking it away from her ass. That hand stayed down for now as Saya was running out of air by the second, and it seemed that Lilah knew exactly what to do.

Saya would hear a muffled slow and steady counting. "One..." Saya felt the pressure build around her head. "Two..." Saya's face was pulled deeper and deeper into Lilah's crotch and glutes. "Three..." Saya's vision became slightly blurry. "Four..." Saya's ears began ringing and her tongue fell out of her mouth, hanging out and pressed against Lilah's crotch. Each count made Saya closer and closer to unconsciousness. Saya began to spasm, holding on to consciousness by a thread before finally "Five..." Saya was released, just before she could escape the match through being knocked out.

She would drop to the mat as the punishment squad released her. She would writhe around, slow and groggy as she tried to collect herself, wheezing and coughing as air flooded back into her lungs so much that it burned. Saya laid there, hearing Elle taunting her, saying it's only been a few minutes in the match, or in this case, her sentence. She would be told to get up. Saya would take a moment to process these words before she would slowly get up to her hands and knees, crawling towards the two and stopping at their feet and collapsing with her face at their feet, completely open to whatever the two decide to do next.

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Elle had been in that position, stuck between Lilah's thighs. A girl frankly couldn't get enough of that action, and she thought she had taken it so much better than Saya. Then again, she had plentiful experience teasing her lover to the point of earning some punishment like the good brat she was. The thought and the sight of the struggling blonde both brought a giggle from her throat, both obnoxious and sadistic, and she rested her cheek on her palm and her elbow on Lilah's shoulder as the sweet little pancake crawled her way over and all but fell onto their feet. Elle was a heartbeat from telling her to start kissing, but that could come later, after she and Lilah had slipped free of their stuffy clothes.

Where Lilah loved her direct applications of pain, Elle had always proven more creative. An iron woman match spurned that particular form of creativity. While Lilah planted a foot on Saya's cheek, the redhead held up a finger to tell her sweetheart to wait and took a glance around the ring. What would torture that surely-excited little pussy between the blonde's legs? What would further irk the crowd? What was fun? Oh, she had just the thing for the little mewling pet.

She crooked a finger at Lilah, telling her to come along and bring Saya with her. The taller woman did so, stepping behind Saya to lift her up into a full nelson lock and following. She carried her with all the effort one typically used to haul a couple gallons of milk. So attractive.

"So, pancake, how do we feel down here?" she asked, after she had stopped by the turnbuckle. She tilted the girl's chin up to look her in the face and came close enough that their lips nearly brushed before her hand went down to gently grab at the blonde's crotch. "I'm thinking we test the extents of your composure. Can you hold up?" The obvious answer was no, but the testing was the fun part. "She already loves your legs, Lilah. Why don't you anchor her riiiiight... here?"

She pointed a few inches in front of the turnbuckle, and without further explanation, she ducked down to take Saya by the legs, pulled her down onto her back, and dragged her until her legs got situated on either side of the turnbuckle. Lilah, catching on, dropped down behind the blonde, quickly scooping her head up and between her thighs for a straight headscissor. Elle could tell just at a glance that she squeezed just enough to keep Saya in place.

Elle swung out of the ring - oh, it was so nice when the rules allowed for nearly anything. She grabbed one of Saya's ankles in each hand and shrugged, resisting the strong temptation to start tickling her feet. "Good luck!"

She yanked, forcing the girl's crotch against the turnbuckle.

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Saya laid there, with her face at Elle and Lilah's feet. She would look at their feet, it was odd how this body part had become so attractive to people, but Saya couldn't help but oggle at both Lilah and Elle's feet. She was tempted herself to kiss and lick and start worshipping them, but she was still recovering from the previous move. Luckily for Saya, Lilah seemed to read her mind, pressing her foot against her cheek, feeling the sole of her foot grinding against her face. So degrading, yet it turned Saya on even more than she already was.

But just as Saya began to enjoy Lilah's foot in her face, Elle had something else in mind. Lilah would remove her foot from Saya's face and stand there. There was commotion above her, but she still had her face to the floor. Suddenly, she would be picked up in a full nelson lock, lifted as if she were Lilah's groceries. She felt Lilah's breasts against her back, and the strain against her upper back, neck, and shoulders as the height difference brought Saya off her feet and off the ground.

Saya would then hear Elle's question as they stopped at the turnbuckle. Her chin would be tilted up so that they can look face to face, Saya's look was submissive yet lustful. Elle got closer and closer till their lips nearly brushed together. Saya nearly melted from the slightest contact of Elle's lips. Elle's hand went down to Saya's womanhood, feeling the material of her bikini bottom, feeling her grope down there made Saya let out a cute moan and bite her lip.

Saya would hear Elle's idea, asking if she can hold up before telling Lilah that she would be an anchor because of Saya's love for her legs. Saya would then feel Elle grabbing her by the ankles and pulling her down to her butt before she fell to her back, dragging her legs underneath the ropes and on either side of the corner ring post. She would feel the vibration of the mat as Lilah dropped down to the mat onto her butt right behind Saya's head.

Saya's head would then be scooped up before she was caught in a familiar position, this time without her face caught in Lilah's behind. Still, Lilah's strong, thick thighs would squish Saya's face, nearly smothering her as air and blood were cut off from her brain. Saya's hands would go up and grab onto Lilah's thighs, not to try and pull them apart, but to once again, worship as best as she could, gently rubbing and massaging the thighs that were wrapped around her head like a python.

She saw Elle swing out of the ring, grabbing onto Saya's ankles, holding one in each hand before she heard her yell "good luck" before yanking back, forcing Saya's already stimulated and wet crotch right against the corner post. The hard metal pole slamming right in between her legs, right in her most sensitive area. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth made an O shape as she let out a cry of pain, her hands quickly moving from Lilah's thighs down to her groin, trying to get between her crotch and the post to create some much needed space, hoping to tend to her crotch, odds are Elle and Lilah wouldn't let her tend to it for long.

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Elle knew women enough to know Saya took pleasure in much that was happening to her. She had dated a few women like Saya before meeting Lilah, with whom she planned to create chaos and be reviled for the foreseeable future. But Saya wore the pained, lustful face as many of those petite, submissive ladies from her past. And for all Elle's size, she had met the one woman capable of pulling that face out of her, too. It was a rare treat at five-foot-eleven to be the shorter, weaker woman in the couple. But good for Saya and for them - it made the blonde more resilient, a more pliable toy for the redhead and her lover's whims. And ugh, watching Lilah's legs scrunch up that cute little face could have had Elle touching herself right then and there.

The girl knew her place, and her hands fondled Lilah's thighs. Elle's lover looked at her, rolled her eyes, snatched at the top of Saya's head with a hair-grip to keep her steady. Good enough, and let the blonde have her fun, because what followed certainly didn't amount to fun. The sound she made as Elle watched her crotch slam right into the ring post was music to the redhead's ears. As Elle continued to pull, applying constant pressure, the blonde even brought her hands down to try and find room between her pussy and the ring post. Elle knew she had hit a button.

"Put on your brave face," she teased, and Lilah, trying to stop Saya from reaching for her pussy, released the blonde's head. She clambered on top of her instead, grabbing both of her wrists and holding them down against Saya's belly. With that done, she sat back, unceremoniously swallowing Saya's face in her ass. Ugh, Elle was so jealous.

But she took out her jealousy on Saya's legs, crossing them over into the same shape as a figure-four. With her arms rather than her legs, Elle bent one of Saya's legs over the other. It wouldn't have the same effect as a proper figure-four, but it was the thought that counted... especially with those sweet boos raining down upon them. "Oh, shut up, all of you! We'll pluck each and every one of you out of your seats and treat you like this, too, if you're not careful."

A few looked excited. Sickos, all of them.