In Scylla's Embrace - Ishigami Yuto vs Beatrice Harper

[Liesmith]

Tris just giggled as he whimpered in her anaconda embrace, hands tucked neatly under her head as she smiled up at Yuto, eyes half-lidded. She loved making men moan, and she wasn’t terribly picky about how or why they did. Pain… pleasure… either worked, when she was in the mood.

Not that Yuto was wrong, exactly – she wanted him to keep trying, keep struggling. If he just laid back and let her have her wicked way with him… Ugh, she couldn’t think of anything more boring.

But really? He thought this…

Her thoughts were interrupted by his hands flexing around her breasts again, this time with a bit more force behind it. Not enough to really hurt but too much to be really pleasurable.

The redhead growled softly, lip curling. Reaching up, she clamped a hand around his jaw hard.

“Lover,” Tris purred, her tone dangerously pleasant, “Who’d you think wins a squeezing contest between your hands and my legs?”

As if to ram the point home, said legs constricted viciously around Yuto’s waist for a moment before relaxing. Still far from the worst Scylla could do but she felt enough to make her point.

[Lico]

"Aargg..." as Yuto feared, Scylla retaliated by squeezing him with more force, briefly, but still more than enough to deliver the message. "W-well I have to try something..." he groaned while withdrawing his hands from her chest.

And so the boy tried to pry away her legs while squirming around to help him loosen her grip as much as he could, even if he knew it'd be mostly futile. He couldn't really think of any alternative as it was, aside from hoping that she'd grew bored from this and let him go. Of course, the longer she trapped him like this, the weaker he's growing from the combination of her squeezing and his own helpless struggle. So there's no real reason for Scylla to release him anytime soon apart from not to bore the crowds by maintaining this position for too long.

[Liesmith]

As it happened, Scylla was already growing bored with this game even as she went about the serious business of deliberately constricting the fight out of Yuto.

Sure, it was fun to watch and feel his hands grope at her thighs, seeing his feeble biceps flex and work in a futile struggle against her massive quads. And Tris would never get tired of knowing that she could keep an opponent locked up in her scissors for as long as she wanted, slowly squeeze them into a limp, sweaty puddle or just make them tap in a moment.

That’d never get old, not for her.

And yet, right now, this was getting old. For her and, soon she knew, for the crowd too – an apartment match crowd would drink it up, be leaning in to relish the moment. This crowd? Not so much.

“Fine,” Tris said, as much to herself as to Yuto, “Let’s try this again.”

Unlocking her scissors in an instant, the redhead displayed her flexibility by bending her legs back until she had her heels planted flush against Yuto’s chest. Then she uncoiled them in one potent thrust, not so much a kick as a powerful push meant to launch her opponent off her and away across the mat.

As soon as he was clear, Tris went to roll back on her shoulders, kipping back up to her feet in one smooth motion.

[Lico]

Much to Yuto's relief, Scylla decided to let him go. She unclamped her legs from his midsection before shoving him backwards, causing him to stumble, almost landing on his ass. He wheezed and tried to catch some air, while Scylla got back onto her feet in a flashy manner. She was surely full of surprise, first the strength, and now the flexibility.

Once he had recovered a bit, Yuto approached the redhead and circled him for a short while. He didn't want to get caught by her again. A part of him wondered if he should let her take the initiative and went for a counter this time, but that didn't seem like a sound idea either given he couldn't predict what she's going to do.

In the end, the boy would lower himself and dove forward, trying to grab her legs, or at least making it looked like it. His real aim was to try slipping behind her before rising up again, wanting to wrap her arms around her neck and catch her in a standing rear naked choke!

[Liesmith]

Though Tris was back to her feet as quickly and lithely as any panther, poor dear Yuto was not – instead he was still twitching and gasping like a particularly floppy fish.

Once he’d remembered how standing up worked, Yuto didn’t keep her waiting long. There was a bit of good ol’ circling before he practically threw himself at her legs – which was going to do him about as much good as throwing himself at an oak tree.

Tris had genuinely thought he was smarter than that. And he was, because right as she steadied herself to take his charge, he ducked to the side and popped up behind the redhead!

Though she was already turning, she wasn’t fast enough to stop Yuto’s arms wrapping around her throat. But she was quick enough to stop him closing the noose completely.

“Not bad, luv.”

The words were gritted out, Tris’ attention almost entirely focused on her struggle to keep her chin tucked down and her hands pulling at Yuto’s arms, doing whatever she could to stop him cinching the choke in tight.

She might not be some professionally trained golden girl, but she knew how fast a snug rear naked choke could put someone out – from both sides. And she refused to let herself lose like that, especially to someone like Yuto who seemed like he’d barely be able to tie his shoelaces without his mummy holding his hand.

Tris pushed her hips back against his, twerking against him with smooth, practiced motions that she hoped would draw his attention away from strangling her.

Then, when she thought he’d be sufficiently distracted, she went to stomp on his foot hard and throw him over her shoulder.

[Lico]

Everything went quite smoothly for Yuto for once with his latest attempt at offense. Well, almost. While he managed to put Scylla in the rear chokehold, she was fast enough to prevent him from locking the move completely. There's a bit of struggling between them, until he felt something on his nether region, mainly her butt rubbing against his bulge.

The boy froze for a moment. Or two. Then his lower half wriggled, trying to stay away from her butt without too much success. All of a sudden his attention was focused down there instead of the hold, until he felt the sharp pain on his foot that was stomped by his opponent.

"Yeow...!" Yuto cried in pain, before his world suddenly spinning around as Scylla tossed him over her shoulder. "Gah...!" he groaned as his body crashed onto his back with a thud, the impact of the throw rendered him a little stunned for a short while. "U-ughhh..."

[Liesmith]

And, just like that, the sinewy obstruction clenching down on her throat was gone. Tris sucked in a deep breath, relishing the simple pleasure of being able to breathe properly again, only to become aware that the ref-girl was giving her a dubious look.

“What?” The redhead demanded, planted a hand on her cocked hip as she massaged her neck with the other. She was in no mood to deal with uppity officials.

Scylla might have been smiling as she spoke but there was a wicked edge to the expression, enough to leave the referee shrinking away from the former pole dancer. Trapped under that cold blue gaze, the ref-girl glanced away, muttering something about the rules not allowing kicks.

Tris laughed nastily, waved the other woman off with a disdainful little waggle of her fingers.

“If I’d kicked him, hun, you’d both know all about it.”

Casually, she stepped over Yuto, straddling him with her back facing his head. Shifted her weight from one thick leg to the other, rolling her hips provocatively over him.

“Normally, I’d charge you for this,” Tris told the downed fighter conversationally, eyes fixed somewhere in the distance as she gyrated, “But I think I owe you for that – so here’s some payback, lover boy.”

Then Tris bounced up and came down, aiming to drop her full weight on his midsection with a fleshy ‘smack’ – looking to knock the air out of him with that ample, well-toned dancer’s butt of hers. She’d already worked his stomach over with her legs, so this should be extra effective.

[Lico]

Yuto wasn't sure whether stomping was against the no striking rules, but the ref didn't seem to think so. Not that he could think too much about it as his eyes then caught sight of Scylla's rear side, rolling tauntingly above him. He gulped, his gaze was fixated on her derriere almost like a man hypnotized for a moment, until he heard what she said.

"Huh...?" he blurted before feeling the weight of his opponent crashing down his midsection, causing him to bounce one while groaning in pain, Gaah...!"

And just like that, Yuto flopped to the mats again, sprawled and panting heavily. It felt like he could barely breathe for a moment, and as such he couldn't move, making him even more vulnerable to her.

"Guuhhh..."