Accepted submission match: Yuki vs Vorona

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Yuki continued to humbly sing, quiet and meek. Yuki became even more timid as the crowd started up, calling for Vorona to continue with the match in a more traditional way. Yuki paused for a moment as she heard Vorona scolding the crowd and saw her scowling at them.

Suddenly, Vorona was back in front of her, bent over so that they were eye to eye. Yuki would look into Vorona's eyes and once again get lost in them. They were so beautiful. She would hear Vorona's command for her to sing louder, speaking in a firm tone as if commanding a pet to follow an order.

After Yuki was told to sing louder, she would hear the rest of Vorona's statement, telling her what she was going to do before she gets defaced so badly that no one would enjoy dominating her again. Yuki's eyes widened a bit and her heart rate sped up a bit, but she would be obedient and begin singing a bit louder. The louder it got, the worse it sounded. Her voice cracked, she paused for breaths out of time, she was off key. This may have been a new level of humiliation, something that definitely hadn't happened to Yuki in the ring before.

In her years of wrestling, being a jobber in the sport, she had been stretched, struck, humiliated and defeated in some of the most devious ways possible, yet Vorona had her wrapped around her finger and had her singing embarrassingly in front of the entire crowd. This wasn't physically painful, this was mentally and pridefully painful. A whole new level of humiliation, but of course Yuki accepted it, in hopes to please the other women, both Vorona and Winter, setting he pride aside to do so.

[Monsy]

Ah, this was a perfect display of a stress test. Yuki did rise to her occasion, even if it took a small tinge of encouragement. Vorona was always willing to give that. And as Yuki’s voice cracked, Vorona kneeled beside her, arms crossed over her extended knee…

“Is this the loudest you can do, Origang? I heard you took pride in being a ragdoll, and THIS is the best you got?”

Not that it entirely mattered. Vorona enjoyed taking a new subject, muse or victim, finding their shred of confidence in a niche or field of any kind, then finding a way to embarrass it before their own eyes, and if possible, a whole crowd. She wanted to push those talents, see them crack, sweat and have them break down into tears from their own inadequacy that only Vorona can fix. And if they truly were worth something, then they’d beg for it.

Frankly.
That habit translated so very well into a wrestling ring.
And as crowds continued to react negatively, Vorona kept pushing.

A hand grabbed their jaw. She squinted. “Louder.”

And that was Winter’s breaking point. She made a smile, then released Yuki’s wrists. An arm went over Yuki’s throat, bicep to wind-pipe, then hooked around the nape, bending Yuki backwards. Her arm clenched. She looked at Yuki’s unprotected belly. “No more! You give now!”

Winter wrenched her sleeper hold, then took her small fist and pounded on Yuki’s navel. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four… More…

“You. Give. Now!”
“Give. Now!”
“You. GIVE!”

Winter continued to command, with eyes only for her opponent who was otherwise taking too much of Vorona’s attention for her liking.

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Yuki continued to do her best to obey Vorona, but it was a humiliating and demeaning situation she was in. She was too embarrassed to sing in front of a crowd in this way. She looked at her opponent who kneeled next to her, asking if that was the loudest she could go. Yuki closed her eyes tightly and attempted to go louder, only becoming more of a broken voice, much of the crowd laughed, some cringed and a few booed.

This still wasn't loud enough for Vorona's satisfactory as she felt her jaw be grasped by her hand, pulling her mouth wider, causing her voice to become shaky as she attempted to sing with it being a failed attempt at that.

Suddenly, Yuki's wrists were released and she would feel an arm wrap around her throat. Yuki opened her eyes wide, wondering how Vorona had gotten into that position so fast, only to see Vorona standing right in front of her. Yuki was completely caught off guard by Winter's sudden aggressive attack.

She would be bent backwards in the choke hold, bending and bridging so that her unprotected belly jutted outwards, creating a perfect target. She heard Winter's words, telling her that there would be no more of this and that she was to give now. Yuki was so caught off guard that she was unaware of how to respond. She would gag as the choke was wrenched and she felt Winter's small fist pound against her navel, over and over again.

Winter accented her strikes, each blow coming with an order telling Yuki to give up and submit. Yuki would once again surprise her opponent by letting out a pained yet slightly pleasured moan between each yelp from the punches. She wouldn't submit. Not yet at least. She would either be knocked out by the choke hold or released for another punishment. She still craved more punishment rather that came from Winter or Vorona.

[Monsy]

Oh, Winter-Winter.
She’s often a serene creature. More durable than she looks, but pretty abrasive when it comes to getting her way. It wasn’t often that she tried though—frankly, she had a certain contentment with being slightly dissatisfied, even moderately dissatisfied, and being balanced by the happiness the other person felt by her sacrifice. You’d have to sense her hints, which was a challenge. Subtle, usually. She liked keeping it inside. But there tends to be a few holes. Like when she saw it’s time to stand-up for her artist, her Sun. She can lose patience. Especially when she saw they weren’t worth the time. Her sun was bigger than them, like Antares. And much-much bigger than this ragdoll with no talent, Winter surmised. It's a waste of time.

Or maybe…
Was it pride in the art, Winter?
Vorona thought. That her songbird can be so critical when she saw lack of talent, and chastised it with abrasive but inspiring violence. Vorona smiled while Winter continued to pound the gut, with whatever meagre strength she had. “Winter.” Vorona said, placing one boot on Yuki’s gut.

Then she bent over, picked up Yuki’s leg and at that point, Winter was looking up, awaiting direction with a stern face. A look that wanted to draw blood. Together.

“Release.”
Winter did just that.
Vorona stepped over the leg in a clockwise turn, dropping onto her knees and falling on the side of Yuki’s knee, folding her leg inward towards her opposite limb. She hooked the toes behind the other knee into a four-shape, then rolled with Yuki so the victim would be on her front-side. Vorona would be behind her, sitting horizontal, legs outstretched. She attacked the straight leg, bent it back over the toes and tucked it against her breast. One arm went around the ankles and squished the achilles tendon. The other grabbed the toes and began to torque.

The Twisted Pupil! One might call it:

!

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Yuki's gut had become Winter's punching bag it seemed. She laid there, grunting cutely, her eyes getting lower and lower as the sleeper hold tightened and the fist pumped more and more air from her diaphragm. The audience saw the endearing smile on Vorona's face as she watched her pupil pound away at Yuki's soft, unprotected stomach.

Suddenly, the punching stopped and a boot replaced Winter's foot, sinking into the soft and squishy belly of Yuki. Yuki heard Vorona's order to release her and Winter did that without hesitation, letting Yuki fall backwards. Vorona seemed to have a different move in mind, stepping over her leg in a clockwise turn before dropping to her knees and falling on the side of Yuki's knee. The sound that came from that was a sickening thud followed by a pained cry from Yuki.

Yuki quickly attempted to reach for her pained knee but Vorona was quick to fold that leg inwards, hooking her into a brutal figure four leg lock that truly tested Yuki's flexibility and durability. Yuki let out more pained cries as hergs were twisted and torqued in the most painful fashion they could be. Yuki was in so much pain that she wouldn't think to submit. She would need to be reminded or she would pass out from the pain.

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Once Vorona locked in her submission, Winter had a clap for joy. FINALLY. This could end soon. And then they can go home for a snuggle—with no wounds to kiss. Even though she secretly enjoyed that part of her late evenings. But not today!

This was a clean sweep. Vorona had their ankle and knees in a bind. Cranked. Winter walked over to the other side of Yuki’s legs. Then with a gesture from Vorona, Winter sprung into pleasant action. She grabbed a wrist, pulled it out and then tangled it in her legs. Winter laid on her side by them, pit between their shoulder-blades and a finger-grip over their forehead.

She pulled it back. Crossface!

Then she called out.
“Tell her to surrender, dear.” Vorona said, knowing full well this what Winter wanted to know since her anger started.
“Surr--” Winter cranked the crossface for all its worth. “--ender!”

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Yuki was as hesitant to give up. The pain she felt in her legs from Vorona's figure four leg lock was matched with her odd, yet intense pleasure caused by her masochism. She was also only focused on the pain rather than the fact that she could end the match personally herself by just submitting. She whimpered and cried as the pressure built up in the submission, feeling as though if she didn't submit soon, something would pop.

Just as Yuki was about to submit, Winter walked over to the other side, trapping Yuki in a brutal crossface, stretching her neck and back painfully. Another cry from Yuki erupted into the arena, greeted by cheers from the crowd. She was too busy with the pain to hear Vorona's order to Winter.

Suddenly, Yuki heard Winter's single part of a word. The start to a word that would end this match. Between the start of the word and the end of the word, the hold only got tighter and more intense, causing Yuki to let out a high pitched squeal.

Yuki was don for. Even if her messed up, masochistic mind was telling her that she could and should endure more. Her body was telling her the exact opposite. Winter seemed to be willing to up the risk factor of this match, possibly promising long term injury if Yuki didn't submit. Yuki closed her eyes tight as she had this internal battle between her primal masochistic urges and her body's well being.

After a few minutes, Yuki would weakly pat her hand against the mat, unable to speak due to the pain and exhaustion. She prayed that Vorona and Winter would keep the hold for just a while longer, but there was no guarantee in that. A girl could only wish.

[Monsy]

The pair seemed to sap the girl's strength for all it was worth. That was enough to make them both smile. Winter purred when hearing that squeal, knowing only submission would come. And Vorona remained calm, as if she done this a million times already and was too focused on making this million and one another piece of art, when inside, she too was glowing.

Then that time. And all the pair had to do was accept it. They nodded collectively, then let her go. Winter released first, then Vorona.

Winter rolled down Yuki's back and Vorona was there to grab her by the wrists and tug her up back to her feet. They locked hand in hand, chest-to-chest in a sort of dance pose, sweaty and breathing with a light pant together, as if they just finished a dance. Winter was standing on the girl's back to be eye-level with Vorona. They smiled. Winter bashfully turned her head down, closed her eyes and they separated slowly. Winter raised Vorona's arm and gestured to her, released, stepped back and clapped, handing over all the credit willingly.

And to reward Vorona, she made the exit as easy as possible. She went and sat on the ropes, pushing the top one up. Vorona weaved through, grabbing Winter's hand and tugged her with. They joined at ringside, then walked hand in hand up the ramp and away. Winners.

Victory via Submission: Vorona