A Questionable Handicap: Yuki Oringang vs The Keyboard Warriors

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"Hehe, hey Chiaki, if I were to submit right now, would it count?" Fuuka posed a question to her partner as she lay in the pinkette's Boston Crab while simultaneously Breast Smothering Yuki, their actual opponent, beneath her.

"I wasn't expecting this to hurt you, but are you really laughing?" Chiaki said back, earning another giggle from Fuuka. "But to answer your question, you can submit at any time. Even if you're the one locking a submission in on your opponent, I think." Chiaki then turned with a start as she felt a squeeze coming on her from below.

"Hey hey, having fun down there Yuki," said Chiaki as the masochist started feeling up the streamer's butt. It wasn't surprising, since Yuki wasn't supposed to be playing with Fuuka's body. Chiaki let it happen until Yuki gave the signal, to which the pinkette got up off of Fuuka, prompting the bluenette to get off of Yuki in turn.

As Yuki made sure the Keyboard Warriors knew that she was still ready for more moves and holds, Fuuka felt the urge to ask, "Out of curiosity, how much more do you think you can take? I know we aren't the strongest, but I can't help but worry if this is getting dangerous for you."

Chiaki would then walk over to Yuki's head and kneel down on it, but not with too much weight or intensity. "Better answer the question, we have ways of making you talk," she said. In any other circumstance, this would come off as a threatening interrogation. But considering Yuki's preferences, Chiaki knew this would come off as much more playful.

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Yuki enjoyed the smother for as long as she could, taking advantage of the position by not only feeling Fuuka's breasts squishing against her face but also having the chance to feel up Chiaki's butt with her free hands. She eventually had to tap out, leading to her two opponents to let her out of the smother.

Yuki laid there, collecting her breath as Fuuka asked her a question. Yuki would lay there, looking at the blue haired girl and think for a moment. Before Yuki could give a valid answer, Chiaki came over and knelt on her head, not putting too much pressure or tension on it.

Yuki heard Chiaki's cute threat and would feel butterflies in her stomach again. She loved when girls became a bit rougher with her. "You're... Gonna have to make me... Talk..." Yuki would say, hoping to see how these two would respond, feeling excited for whatever move they decided to use to interrogate her now.

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"Well Fuuka, guess we're doing this the hard way then," said Chiaki, glancing up at her partner as she pressed her knee down harder onto Yuki's head. "If you would, partner."

"Um, if you're certain," Fuuka said as she decided to take hold of Yuki's legs and wrapping them up into position for a Figure Four Leglock before dropping down to her back and locking it in.

"So Yuki, ready to spill the beans?" Chiaki asked. Expecting the masochist to keep quiet, the streamer would then turn back to Fuuka, "Up it. Double that four into and eight."

"Alright," said Fuuka. There was still some apprehension as she would bridge her body to transition to a Figure Eight Leglock to amplify the pressure on Yuki's knee, but the bluenette also figured that the brunette was probably fine as long as she was enjoying this.

"Hey hey, seriously though," said Chiaki as she dropped the playful act. "How much more can you take? I'm curious about that too."

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Yuki got her wish as she heard Chiaki telling Fuuka that they would be doing this the hard way. Yuki would let out a gasp as she felt Chiaki's knee pressing down with more pressure against her head, letting out a cute squeak as she felt the tension against her head, squishing her head between Chiaki's knee and the mat.

She would hear Chiaki asking Fuuka to do something, Fuuka seemed to hesitate which honestly only got Yuki further excited. She would feel Fuuka grabbing her legs before wrapping them into a figure four submission, dropping down and locking Yuki into the painful hold.

Yuki would let out a pained yelp as Chiaki asked if she was ready to spill the beans, wanting to know just how far the jobber plans to take it in this match. Yuki simply shook her head, keeping her mouth shut and her words to herself.

Due to her defiance, Yuki got the gift of the figure four turning to a figure eight. Yuki felt a sharp pain right in her knee causing her to let out a louder pained cry, biting her lip, trying to hold in a moan that was supposed to follow the pained sound.

Yuki would stay silent as she was stretched in the hold, looking at Chiaki as she asked how much more can she really take. "I... I can take as much as you two want... I don't really believe in limits... I always find it exciting to reach new ones... So as long as you two are having fun, I am having fun too. I guess just let me know when you are ready and the match can be over... But I hope we still have some time left... And when that time comes, please make sure to make it a big move to end the match..." Yuki explained nonchalantly as if she weren't in a painful submission, waiting to see how Chiaki and Fuuka respond.

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Fuuka had to strain her neck a bit to catch what Yuki was saying, and even then she had thought that she had misheard. But then when the bluenette saw the look on Chiaki's face, she realized that she had understood the masochist quite fine. Fuuka had met people who didn't mind pain, she was one of them, after all. There were also the workout nuts and athletes who would take a certain type of pain as a sign of progress and smile through. This was a different level.

Chiaki was taken aback the same as Fuuka. She had met... one other person who had similar masochistic tendencies as Yuki in her life, but that person was also legally classified as a mentally ill danger to society and was currently involuntarily committed to a mental hospital for an indefinite length of time that didn't look like it would end anywhere in the near future. All Yuki seemed to want was to be beaten and battered until she broke. And maybe even that wouldn't be enough to sate her desire.

"You know, you could make a lot of money as a LAW training dummy for other wrestlers, I think," Chiaki eventually said. She could command a crowd well enough, but one on one social interaction was a bit more difficult for the gamer girl, especially with someone as out there as Yuki was. Chiaki really had no clue what to say, so she said the first thing that came across as safe.

With Fuuka maintaining her Figure Eight Leglock, it fell to Chiaki to make something more of this team hold. Well, games should be fun for everybody, she thought. Let's see how I can make this more fun for you. Chiaki would sit down behind Yuki and lodge the brunette's head deep between her thighs and start squeezing for a Headscissors. The streamer would be squeezing Yuki's skull, rather than her neck so as to not choke her. Chiaki would then reach for the masochist's chest, long since stripped bare, with her feet, and then grip Yuki's nipples with her toes and twist them as much as she could.

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Yuki would lay there, waiting to see just how Chiaki and Fuuka responded to her odd response to their question. Both girls seemed to be surprised and thrown back a bit by her answer. Yuki blushed slightly as she hoped this didn't scare her opponents or make them feel uncomfortable. She was just about to reassure them that she was fine when Chiaki finally responded in a friendly manner, telling her that she could make a lot of money as a LAW training dummy.

That's basically what she was at this point, but she was only making money from the matches that her manager was setting up as well as the higher ups. She would ponder on the thought of creating a secondary income, providing herself as a ryona/training doll in the gym for a fee, charging by the hour a reasonable price. It would be the best of both worlds, getting the domination she wanted while having some extra spending money would be wonderful.

"Th...Thank you!" Yuki said with a gritted teeth smile, all while still enduring the pain from the figure eight hold. The two seemed to understand her which put Yuki at ease, relaxing back into the painful hold as much as she could. Yuki would hear Chiaki's comment about making the game fun for everyone. She would see Chiaki sitting down behind her before lodging her head between Chiaki's thighs.

Yuki loved this feeling. Chiaki's warm and soft yet strong thighs wrapped around her head, squeezing her skull instead of her neck to make sure that she doesn't pass out from lack of air, making the hold a lot more possible to endure for a longer time. Yuki would thank Chiaki the only way she knew how, using her hands to gently caress and rub up and down Chiaki's soft thighs, almost as if she were attempting to massage them. She would softly try to turn her head and get any kisses she could land against the soft skin, sticking her tongue out to gently lick at whatever flesh was available.

The hold got even better as Chiaki pressed her feet against Yuki's breasts, squishing them down before spreading her toes in order to capture her already erect nipples between them, twisting them roughly. Yuki would let out a cute squeal as her nipples were stretched from her breasts by Chiaki's toes, followed by a soft moaning sound. She continued to attempt to worship Chiaki's thighs as best as she could in her position, wanting to repay her for being so understanding and giving her all she wanted so far out of this match.

Yuki was beginning to feel dizzy already, not due to air loss but due to the squeezing of her skull. The fact that she was in a double hold would make her start to lose her footing much quicker then it would have been in a single hold. She would close her eyes tightly, blinking a few times as she tried to stay awake. Her ears began to ring and that was her sign that she needed to submit to this move, in order not to end the match if she wanted to keep going. She would stay there for a few more moments, doubling down on her worship of Chiaki's thighs, taking all she could from the double hold, slightly bucking her hips to make the figure eight even more painful then it should have been for her, before finally tapping against Chiaki's soft and warm thigh, excited for whatever came next, hoping these two still had plenty in their arsenal.

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Chiaki was having fun using her feet to play with Yuki's breasts. They were like big, soft, squishy balls that she could twist and mold between her toes. Then with each pull and jerk of her feet, came a corresponding flex of her leg muscles, giving the masochist' skull a nice squeeze to further fulfill her desires of receiving pleasure through pain.

Fuuka, for her part, wasn't enjoying her position quite as much as Chiaki. Not to say she disliked it, but she was focused on maintaining a bridge, something more akin to an exercise, while Chiaki got to play around with Yuki's chest. She even had to worry about an almost escape attmept, as Fuuka nearly fell off balance when Yuki bucked unexpectedly. But she held until the brunette gave the signal.

"Alright, let up Fuuka," said Chiaki, recognizing that her partner likely wasn't in a position to see the signal to stop.

"Well that was certainly a nice stretch for my back," Fuuka said once she stood up. "I think I'll stretch my legs next." Fuuka would go behind Yuki and sit her up, before stepping over her ankles. The bluenette would then slide down into a split. Not fully, since her legs were angled, but they would force the masochist into a full split. Fuuka would then put Yuki in a Full Nelson to complete the move.

"Hmm, what should I do," Chiaki thought aloud. "Hey hey, how about some belly shots?" The gamer girl would stand between Yuki's spread legs, and begin to kick her repeatedly in the stomach.

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Yuki enjoyed the last move thoroughly, feeling as though the two knew exactly what to do to her in order to keep her satisfied. It was like a dream come true, being in the ring with two willing beautiful women to just play with her to her hearts content. The crowd seemed to start getting into it as well with it now being obvious that Yuki was a willing victim.

After Yuki finally tapped, she would hear Chiaki telling Fuuka to let up. Yuki would sigh as her legs, head and breasts were released. A slight stinging and aching traveled throughout her body. She heard Fuuka talking about how that was a nice stretch for her back before talking about stretching her legs next.

Yuki would feel Fuuka taking charge on this one which got her excited. She would let Fuuka guide her up to a seated position. She looked on curiously as Fuuka stepped over her ankles before she slid down into a split, forcing Yuki into a full split position with her legs stretched wide, her body put on full display for the crowd. This also gave Chiaki full access to whatever she wanted to do next.

Yuki let out a few pained grunts, breathing heavily as her legs were spread. While Yuki was flexible, this was still an un-natural position for her. She felt burning in her thighs and groin as her muscles were stretched nearly to their limit. She would be looking down, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to control her breathing as she heard Chiaki wondering what she should do to contribute out loud.

The next thing Yuki heard made her eyes open wide, not only in fear but excitement as well. Yuki was a big fan of belly shots, even though they hurt, there was something so satisfying and sexy to her about having her soft abdomen turned to mush by her opponents. She would try to loosen up her body, wanting Chiaki's belly blows to fully sink in and give her to full painful experience.

She looked up at Chiaki right before she started kicking her in the belly repeatedly. Yuki let out multiple coughs and gags as she was stretched and pummeled by the keyboard warriors. Spittle would shoot from her mouth as she took each blow to her soft vulnerable belly. This was one of the rougher treatments she had received tonight and Yuki was all for it. She planned on taking it for as long as possible.

After nearly five minutes of constant stretching and strikes to her stomach, Yuki was a drooling mess. If she wanted to keep going, she would need to tap out. She would take a few more strikes before tapping on Fuuka's thigh.

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Chiaki and Fuuka were both astounded at Yuki's willingness and capability to take punishment. Fuuka knew that she was feeling the split that the bluenette was putting her through, and Chiaki had eventually started mixing up her kicks, swapping between various techniques as practice because she was starting to get bored of just drilling into Yuki's stomach with one repeated motion.

Chiaki's foot really was drilling into Yuki's belly as well. It was so soft, the gamer girl's foot sunk into her flesh in a way that she had never felt one of her attacks land on another person before. It almost felt like the real life version of an animated fight where part of the victim's body would shoot out in the imprint of their attacker's appendage to convey how hard they were getting hit.

Chiaki wasn't too surprised when she felt some of Yuki's spittle get on her leg, but she did pause fully when she noticed a full drop of drool had fell down from the masochist's mouth and onto her foot. "Ew," said Chiaki as she tried to wipe her leg clean, before taking a look at Yuki. She was clearly out of it, half lucid at best, and only now trying to give a stop signal to Fuuka. With her arms restrained in a Full Nelson, Yuki couldn't exactly tap, but Fuuka got the message and went with it.

"Hmm, even if her heart is still in it, I think Yuki's body has taken all it can," Fuuka said once she had released the masochist.

"Agreed. She's already half out, let's go the rest of the way and send her off happy," answered Chiaki. She outlined her plan to her partner, who blushed before nodding in agreement. Chiaki and Fuuka would engage in a Bearhug battle, arms wrapped around each other, chest to chest, with Yuki's head right between them. The Keyboard Warriors knew that with her head, mouth and nose specifically, fully enveloped by their breasts, That Yuki's consciousness would give out long before Chiaki or Fuuka's bodies did.

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Yuki was in a mixture of heaven and hell. She loved the feeling of being dominate by these two beautiful girls but would definitely feel it tomorrow, hell she was feeling it right now. Yuki was starting to feel the toll of her actions this evening, being tired and exhausted from the constant onslaught of moves she was taking, but her masochist side just kept begging for more and more.

She was still feeling the aching and burning in her thighs as she was stretched into a full splits while Chiaki kicked her over and over again in the stomach. Her soft belly nearly caving in and folding around each strike from the pink haired girl. Drool had started to leak from Yuki's mouth as her body was telling her that it was near it's limits. She would barely comprehend as her drool got onto Chiaki's foot, hearing the girl say ew as she tried to wipe her leg clean.

Yuki would then be released. She would fall forward with her legs still spread, barley able to move them back to a normal position. She would hear the two talking about ending the match. Yuki let out a tired and weak whine. "Nnnnooo..." She said softly and quietly but it was as if the two just ignored her. They seemed to think they knew what was best for her and most of the crowd would agree.

Yuki continued to weakly protest, hearing her opponents describing their plan to finish the match. Yuki would easily be picked up and put into a double bearhug with both Chiaki and Fuuka's breasts covering her mouth and nose with their breasts. Yuki weakly protested, hoping that if she tried to fight back, she could convince the girls to keep going but it was simply no use and her protesting had no effect.

After a few moments of protesting, Yuki would eventually accept her fate, deciding to take in what she was given as a gift. Her head was surrounded by the soft, comforting breasts of her opponents. She tried to inhale deeply to get both of their scents, opening her mouth and letting her tongue fall out in order to get a taste of them. If this was the last move she would endure, she wanted to go out the way she wanted, worshipping the two who had been gifting her her dream match.

She continued to worship them staying awake longer then she should have been able to, simply motivated by her masochism before eventually she would go limp, passing out between the two.