A Questionable Handicap: Yuki Oringang vs The Keyboard Warriors

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The hardest part for Chiaki in getting her Stacked Camel Clutch locked in was always going to be catching Fuuka with it considering Yuki was a willing victim. But the gamer girl's bluenette partner didn't expect Chiaki's move in the slightest, so it ended up being pretty easy to pull off all around. And as Chiaki predicted, Fuuka was clearly having no trouble enduring her current position.

When Yuki cried out for more, the Keyboard Warriors took that as their cue to switch things up. "You mind getting of me so we can do something else, Chiaki," asked Fuuka of her pinkette partner.

"Sure thing," said Chiaki as she released her hold and got off. "Stay on her back though..." Chiaki then whispered her plan to Fuuka, wanting to keep Yuki in suspense.

"I don't think I'll ever get what it is with you and that," Fuuka said once Chiaki was done. "I'll do it, though." Fuuka turned around so she was facing the opposite direction as Yuki and scooted to her lower back while Chiaki moved towards the brunette's head and started pulling her up until her breasts came off the ground.

Chiaki laid face up as she slid underneath the face down Yuki. The gamer girl lined up so that her breasts were under Yuki's head, and so that Yuki's breasts were over Chiaki's head. "Remember the signals everybody," said Chiaki before dropping Yuki back down, creating a mutual breast smother between the two as Chiaki indulged her own enjoyment from getting smothered by a nice pair of breasts.

Now it was Fuuka's turn to do her part. She grabbed Yuki's legs and pulled her into a Boston Crab. On Chiaki's instructions, Fuuka went deep with her Crab, going so far up Yuki's back so as to end up sitting on the brunette's head. This served the dual purpose of trapping Yuki's head between Fuuka's butt and Chiaki's breasts, as well as making the Boston Crab as strong and painful as possible.

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Yuki's plea for more seemed to work against her opponents as she felt her opponents start to switch things up. She felt Chiaki's weight removed from her back but Fuuka stayed on and turned around so that she was facing the opposite direction of Yuki. Chiaki meanwhile moved forward and pulled Yuki up just enough so her breasts her off the mat.

Yuki then felt Chiaki sliding underneath her. This was a move she had never been put in before. Yuki's face was once again stuck between Chiaki's breasts while Chiaki's face was stuck between hers. It seemed as though Chiaki had some of the same interests Yuki did. Who didn't love a beautiful pair of breasts engulfing their face? Yuki let out a moan as she smothered Chiaki and Chiaki returned the favor right back to her.

Now Fuuka came into play. Yuki would feel her legs getting grabbed before they were pulled up to get her into a Boston crab. This wasn't an ordinary Boston crab though. Fuuka was sure to go as deep as possible, sitting on the back of Yuki's head, nearly stretching her into the shape of an O. Yuki let out pained cries and moans into Chiaki's breasts. Yuki was flexible enough to handle it but the pain felt so good. She also didn't mind having her head sandwiched between Chiaki's perfect, warm breasts and Fuuka's soft yet firm butt. She was stuck between two of her favorite things while feeling the strongest Boston crab she had been put into for a while. She was receiving her own mixture of heaven and hell.

Yuki would try to thank Chiaki by opening her mouth and licking and kissing and sucking over her breasts, If she had the chance to do the same to Fuuka's ass on the back of her head, she wouldn't hesitate to do so either but since she only had one mouth, instead, she would reach up and grope the ass that sat on her head, all while letting out pained cries and moans, loving every second of this.

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Chiaki felt Yuki's mouth going to work between her breasts. The gamer girl didn't know if it was some form of gratitude, something that she was doing for her own pleasure, or a combination of both. It tickled Chiaki a bit, so she was fine with Yuki doing it. For her own part, Chiaki gently rolled her head around between the brunette's breasts to nuzzle them with her hair.

As the only person in the ring who could breathe right now, Fuuka was enjoying her current position. A heavily defensively inclined wrestler such as herself could always use some practice with her offensive techniques after all. What she enjoyed less was Yuki reaching up to grab her butt. Fuuka had definitely had more sexually charged moments in the ring than this, but she still wasn't quite as comfortable with them as Chiaki and Yuki seemed to be.

Not wanting to continue letting Yuki grope her, but also wanting to maintain her hold for the sake of the match, Fuuka eventually decided to start bouncing. The bluenette began bouncing her butt up and down to make it more difficult for Yuki to get a solid grip, while driving her head even deeper into Chiaki's chest, assuming that was even possible.

Chiaki certainly noticed when Fuuka started bouncing, despite not being able to actually see it. Fuuka's weight bouncing on and off her chest, as well as Yuki's face getting pushed repeatedly into her skin wore quickly on the gamer girl. As a result, Chiaki soon gave the thumbs down signal to Fuuka, to which her partner appropriately responded by standing up and releasing her own hold.

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Yuki continued worshipping Chiaki's breasts, loving how they felt against her face and even more how they tasted and felt against her mouth and tongue. She was doing this for herself and also as a way to thank Chiaki. Yuki felt Chiaki nuzzling against her breasts, tickling her with her hair. She would let out a muffled moan against Chiaki.

Meanwhile her wandering hands found Fuuka's round and curvy butt. She kneaded it like dough until Fuuka decided to make that nearly impossible, starting to bounce on the back of her head, pressing her face even deeper into Chiaki's chest while humiliating her with bouncing on her head with her butt.

Yuki would continue to try and grope at Fuuka unsuccessfully and instead would find their way back down to her side. She was starting to feel light headed and would hold on for as long as she could before putting a thumbs down right at the same time as Chiaki.

The hold would be released and Yuki would roll off of Chiaki, not wanting to knock out her opponent. She would lay there spread eagle, looking up at the bright lights. Her skin had grown a light mist of perspiration that glowed beautifully with the light beaming down on her. "I'm... I'm ready for more please..." Yuki would state, continuing to lay there and waiting to see what Chiaki and Fukka would do next.

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Though Chiaki couldn't see it, it just so happened that Yuki gave her signal for release at the same time that she did. Something that Fuuka viewed as rather convenient. Once the bluenette had helped the gamer girl up, the duo looked down at Yuki. She laid on the floor with her limbs spread apart. The only movement coming from her was the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Yet despite what she had already taken, the masochist only asked for more.

"I suppose we should go for a non smother next," said Fuuka. "So Yuki has more time to regain her breath."

"I think you're right," Chiaki answered. "Are there any holds you want to do? I've kinda been deciding all our moves so far, so I figured I should ask,"

"High Score?" Fuuka suggested, receiving an affirmative nod from Chiaki in return. Fuuka started by flipping Yuki onto her stomach, then taking control of the brunette's left arm and leg, grabbing Yuki by her wrist and wrapping the masochist's leg around her own. Chiaki did the same with the limbs on the right side of Yuki's body. The Keyboard Warriors would then complete the hold by rolling onto their backs, locking in a two person Ceiling Hold that they called High Score. With each girl able to devote both arms to pull down on each of Yuki's arms, this was a Ceiling Hold that truly was doubly as painful as one performed by a single person.

High Score

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Yuki would be released from the smother, thankful that the match could continue and the two hadn't decided to end her early to improve their record. She was appreciative of their willingness to give her exactly what she wanted which was a thorough and brutal handicap beatdown. She would lay there spread eagled, waiting for whatever move the two had planned next. Her chest fell and rose with each heavy and exhausted breath. A gentle jiggle came from each breast with each breath.

Yuki would ask for more and would be granted her wish. Fuuka seemed to be smart, assuming they should avoid a smother hold in order to keep the match going. Yuki couldn't agree more, wanting this to last as long as possible. Chiaki seemed to agree as she asked Fuuka what move she wanted to preform next.

Yuki would hear her response and immediately got excited, having seen this move done by them before. Yuki would easily be flipped over to her front. Her arms and legs would then be grabbed by each keyboard warrior, each one taking a side before rolling onto their backs to put the masochist into a brutal double ceiling hold. A normal ceiling hold was painful enough but a double ceiling hold allowed double the pain, which meant double the pleasure for Yuki.

Yuki would let out a pained cry, possibly one of the loudest yet as she was stretched painfully, while also being exposed to the crowd. Her body was put on full display to the crowd, even showing the slight wetness on her crotch. Her breasts rose and fell quickly as she panted and moaned and groaned in pain. She would try to last as long as she could, letting out longer and more pleasured cries with each and every moment before using her thumbs down to signify that she needed another breather.

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When Chiaki and Fuuka lifted Yuki up in their High Score submission hold, it got the biggest response out of the brunette out of anything they had put her into so far. Though considering this was only the third non smother that they had gone for, perhaps that shouldn't have been too surprising. What really caught the duo's attention was the nature of the noise that was made. Neither had ever heard that combination of pain and pleasure uttered with such intensity before.

Chiaki and Fuuka could only see Yuki's back from their current position, so they didn't see the stain forming in their opponent's panties, or the movement of her chest as she tried to endure. But they did continue to notice the cries she let out. Each one growing both louder and more lustful as the pain grew worse and worse for Yuki to try to bear.

Eventually, Yuki could take the hold no more and signaled to the Keyboard Warriors beneath her. Both noticed Yuki's thumb, and they quickly dropped Yuki in the space between them. "What's next," asked Fuuka.

"Well we've made a bit of a pattern with our moves," said Chiaki. "Swapping between pain centric holds and smothers. We should continue that, I think."

"So another smother then?" Fuuka asked.

"Yep. But this time, you're gonna smother her," said Chiaki, earning a flustered look from her partner. "I don't really care how, I'll just figure out some way to add on once you're done." Fuuka stammered a bit before looking down at Yuki, trying to figure out how to do this without allowing the masochist to get as intimate with her body as she had Chiaki's.

Fuuka managed to come up with something soon enough, taking inspiration from a more accidental incident from her only singles win to date. The bluenette would remove Yuki's bra, something she normally would never intentionally do, but Fuuka recognized that Yuki would most likely take no issue from this. She would then use Yuki's own bra to smother her, tying it around her head and using one of the large cups to cover the brunette's face and push in on it with her hand. Which would not only block off Yuki's nose and mouth to stop her breathing, but also serve to blind her.

For Chiaki's part in this, she would feel like she should do something to target Yuki's breasts since they would now be exposed. Sitting on Yuki's belly, the gamer girl reach down and softly caress the masochist's chest with her hands. But once Yuki had been lulled into a sense of pleasure, Chiaki would then roughly grab and twist her breasts by their nipples, and hold them in that twisted position until Yuki gave the thumbs down.

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Yuki would sigh in relief, panting in pleasure and pain as she landed on her back between her opponents. She would hear their conversation on what was next. This was one thing that she was loving so far in the match. It seemed to have a pattern between smothering and submission holds, yet there was the surprise of what each hold or smother was going to be. It was very exciting to the brown haired lightweight.

Yuki would then hear something that got her really excited. It was Fuuka's turn to smother her. She hadn't gotten a real taste of the Blue haired girl's curvy body. Her mouth watered and her mind watered on how the bluenette would go about this and what came next definitely surprised her. She would gasp, but give up no resistance as Fuuka reached down and removed Yuki's bra, exposing her breasts to the entire crowd and getting a loud and perverted cheer for the exposing of Yuki's perfect, perky breasts. Yuki would then be surprised by having her own bra wrapped around her head and having one of the large cups pressed against her face, nose and mouth and eyes, not only smothering her but blinding her as well.

Yuki was a bit saddened at first, wanting to feel the sensation of being smothered silly by Fuuka's body, but this move proved to be more exciting and attractive to her masochism by the second. She had grown a slight sheen of sweat from being dominated so far, meaning her bra had absorbed some of that sweat. Yuki was forced to endure her own scent and pheromones. The humiliation that came with that turned her on more then she expected.

The other surprising element of excitement was the blindness that came with this move. Yuki found herself unable to see what Chiaki was about to do before she felt Chiaki's weight sitting down on her belly. She moaned as she felt pressure on her abdomen, each breath causing her stomach to rise and fall against Chiaki's butt and crotch. She would then let out another surprised gasp as Chaiki started softly groping and caressing her chest, kneading her breasts as if they were balls of dough. Her soft fingers sunk into Yuki's soft breast flesh with each and every caress. Her nipples began to harden and stiffen, becoming small and solid pebbles on her bountiful breasts. Yuki would let out soft purring noises as it felt as though she were getting a massage before suddenly, that purring would be turned to a pain and pleasure filled scream as she received a titty twister, feeling Chiaki gripping her erect nipples and twisting in a painful and humiliating manner.

Yuki would hold on for as long as she could, feeling as though Chiki was going to tear something. She even went as far as reaching up and trying to find Chiaki's breasts to caress softly. It was only a few moments before she shook her head, stomping her feet, not in protest but as a bodily reaction before giving Chiaki a thumbs down, requesting another release.

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Fuuka was proud of her clever little play. She satisfied Chiaki and Yuki by providing a smother, while also keeping herself safe from the groping hands of their opponent. The bluenette wasn't exactly sure how Yuki regarded the smother she was receiving, but Fuuka also figured that Yuki would've pressed her "get out" button by now if she wasn't happy.

Chiaki, ever the perceptive woman, had realized that maybe she shouldn't have pushed Fuuka into a smother. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable Fuuka," said Chiaki. "I know you aren't as big a fan of smothering as I am."

"Thank you Chiaki, it's alright," Fuuka answered. The bluenette didn't hate performing smothers, she just would prefer not to smother somebody who would make it as intimate as Yuki would. But Fuuka would probably be willing to do so if Yuki asked her for it.

Concerning the hold, Chiaki was somewhat worried that what she was doing might not be painful enough. But to her surprise, her Titty Twister proved to be extremely effective. It was only a few seconds before Yuki was pounding the floor with her foot and thumbing down to request her release. "Do you want this back or no?" Fuuka would ask as she handed Yuki's bra back to her once the hold was released.

"That time was pretty quick Yuki," said Chiaki. "Are you sure you're good to keep going?"

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Yuki would sigh as she was released from the titty twister. Her breasts had turned red from her skin stretching, And while it seemed as though she had tapped from the pain, she also tapped because she had wanted something a bit more exciting. Yuki would then be asked if she wanted her bra back and to her opponent's surprise she would shake her head and set it aside. "You... You took it off... You can keep it..." She would say as she laid there

Yuki would then hear Chiaki's concern and her question. Yuki would quickly nod. "Yes! Yes! I want to keep going! Do your worst!" She would say excitedly as she laid there, spreading her arms and legs in a spread eagle position, giving the crowd a nice view of her body, now including her exposed breasts.