A Place Beneath - Avery Merritt vs. Ishigami Yuto

[RockRye]

Avery observed Yuto’s reaction with the kind of detached curiosity one might reserve for a science experiment. Her strong, smooth feet pressed firmly against his face, flattening out snugly to cover him entirely. There was no real force behind her hold, just enough weight to keep him pinned while leaving him plenty of opportunity to resist if he had the will.

"What’s your plan, darling?" Avery purred, tilting her head as if genuinely invested in his response. "In this lovely little predicament of yours, what will you do?"

Yuto’s hesitation intrigued her. The muffled sound he made against her skin sent a faint vibration through her feet, a sensation she found oddly satisfying. He grasped weakly at her ankle, his pride and instincts clearly at war within him. For a moment, she half-expected him to surrender completely, to accept her dominion and let her control him with the lowest part of her body for the remainder of their match.

But then, pride won out. With a burst of resolve, Yuto gripped both her ankles firmly and pushed her feet off his face, finally freeing himself and gasping for air.

Avery threw her head back with a soft, melodious laugh, the sound as light and taunting as it was musical. "Oh, very good," she said, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. "But don't worry. By the end of this, you’ll be laying flat, happy to be trod underfoot."

She allowed him the space to roll away, retreating to catch his breath and regroup, but she didn’t give him long. With the grace of a predator, Avery rose onto all fours, her movements smooth and deliberate. She prowled toward him like a panther stalking her prey, her golden hair framing her face and her piercing blue eyes fixed on his.

Her fingers reached out, deceptively gentle, seeking the opportunity to catch him again. She aimed for his head, her hand gliding around to pull him under her arm. With calculated precision, she attempted to press his face against the side of her breast, tightening her grip to reel him back into her control.

[Lico]

Yuto was able, or rather, allowed to escape by Avery. He realized that much, and her comment stirred him a little as he glanced at her briefly, a part of him feeling a bit of regret that he didn't stay under them.

He then saw her closing in on him while he's still adjusting his breath and instinctively backed away, only to realize that he's already on the edge of the bed. The boy paused rather abruptly as a result and made him reacted late as Avery's arm reaching for him. Yuto raised his arm in an attempt to block her, but her arm already snaked around his head, pulling him towards her and pressing his face against the side of her chest.

"Nggh...!" he groaned, his hand went for her arm to try loosening her grip.

Knowing he only had seconds at best before she secured the hold, Yuto pushed his feet off the bed in an attempt to throw his weight onto her. His aim was to make his opponent lying on her back, hoping the momentum would create an opening for him to slip away from her grasps and backed away from her.

[RockRye]

Avery had Yuto just where she wanted him, or so she thought. As she reeled him in with her arm snug around his head, the familiar feel of his face pressing against the side of her ample chest brought a sly grin to her lips. Yet, her amusement was tempered by the effort he was putting into his escape.

“Well, well,” she murmured, her voice carrying a teasing lilt even as her muscles flexed to keep him close. “There’s a spirited man in there somewhere. It’s just such a shame, Yuto. You’re so… addicted to the female form. Specifically mine.” Her blue eyes gleamed, half-lidded and bemused, watching him struggle.

But her amusement turned to surprise as Yuto suddenly kicked off the mattress with a burst of strength, his momentum bowling her onto her back. The impact jolted her, and she found herself momentarily beneath him, her curvy, powerful figure sprawled on the mattress and her head hanging off the edge. Avery blinked, a rare flicker of surprise crossing her face as Yuto, for once, turned the tables.

For a brief moment, she entertained the thought of letting him take advantage of his position. What would he do? Could he capitalize on this rare advantage, or would he falter? She almost wanted to find out. But no, Yuto was no fool. Perhaps sensing the danger of lingering too long in such proximity, he made the wise decision to push himself away, aiming to retreat and regroup.

Avery, however, had no intention of letting him escape so easily. As he began to back away, she swung her powerful legs upward in a graceful arc, those toned calves and strong ankles snapping toward his neck like a pair of striking vipers.

"Going somewhere?" she purred, her voice brimming with challenge as her legs closed in. If she managed to catch him, she would make sure Yuto learned that escaping from her was a near-impossible task.

[Lico]

Yuto couldn't really see the surprise on Avery's face due to the position, but at the very least, he was able to do something against his opponent other than squirming helplessly for once. Temporarily.

He didn't even get to response to her teasing about him being addicted, even if that was partly true. Partly, because in his mind, even though he found her body enticing, he had not fallen to the point of addiction yet. Or maybe he already was and just hadn't realized it. In any case, it's not something he could think of at the moment as Avery already presenting him with another problem.

Just as he's backing away, her legs shot up, springing to catch his head. Yuto couldn't move away fast enough as the footing on the bed mattress wasn't as steady like in the ring, and he's not used to move around quickly on the bed. And so he ended up being caught by her legs. He was so close to escape too...

"Agh..!" he groaned and tried to pry away her legs right away while also leaning backwards, trying to make it as difficult as he could for her to fully trap him. "Ughh..."

[RockRye]

Avery’s legs snapped upward like a pair of striking cobras, her toned, lethal gams slicing through the air with precision. She didn’t bother aiming for her thighs this time, knowing Yuto was far too slippery and determined to get caught in that trap again. Instead, she targeted her calves, aiming to pincer his head with sharp, decisive force.

For a brief moment, her strong calves smacked against either side of his jaw, mashing his features between their smooth skin and underlying power. The contact was enough to jolt him, and Avery relished the fleeting control as she locked her sharp blue eyes on him.

“Got you,” she purred, her voice carrying the faintest edge of satisfaction.

But Yuto wasn’t done yet. Even as her legs flexed to try and hold him steady, he quickly started to pry at her legs and shift back to create an opening. The determination in his struggle was clear, and Avery chewed the inside of her lip as her brows knit in focus. She wasn’t about to let him go that easily.

“Uh-uh,” she chastised, her voice low and teasing, like a parent catching a naughty child with their hand in the cookie jar.

Just as he managed to slip free of her calves, his neck reached her ankles, and that was exactly where Avery wanted him. Her feet flexed with feline precision, wrapping around the back of his neck. With a subtle yet powerful movement, she tightened her grip, locking him in an ankle scissor. The pressure on his throat was immediate, a deliberate and skillful squeeze that demanded his attention.

“Better behave,” Avery cooed, her legs taut as steel, every inch of muscle from her ankles to her hips working to keep him under control. Yuto’s struggle didn’t deter her. Instead, she used the advantage of her hold to drag him downward, trying to force him onto his side.

[Lico]

For a moment it looked like Yuto was about to get away from Avery's legs. However, it seemed like his struggle was already being calculated by his opponent. The moment he slipped away from her calves, her ankles made sure he remained trapped. This time, it felt even tighter than before, and he could barely pull her legs away as he just put a lot of effort for his previous escape attempt.

He was then brought down without much resistance onto his side, where his squirming resumed, but only getting weaker as time passed. The determination on his face was corroding, gradually being replaced by resignation as his strength was only getting zapped further the longer he's trapped in her hold.

"Urrg..."

Even so, Yuto still maintained a little defiance with his occasional attempt to roll around in the hope of loosening the lock even if just briefly, although his eyes pretty much gave away that he's aware that he's once again under Avery's mercy. It'd only be a matter of time before he'd be forced to tap, unless she had something else in her mind.

[RockRye]

Avery’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as Yuto crumbled onto his side as she had wished, his neck ensnared between her ankles. Few moves brought her as much satisfaction as the ankle scissor, a perfect blend of elegance, dominance, and sheer indifference. What could be more degrading, and thrilling, than for an opponent to be held captive by the lowliest part of her body? The very limbs that trod the earth now served as his inescapable prison, squeezing the fight and defiance from him with calculated pressure.

She let herself recline on the bed with languid grace, shifting her weight onto one hip and resting her upper body on her elbow. Her cheek came to rest against her knuckles, her expression the picture of casual indifference. The juxtaposition was delicious. Her legs pumped with raw power, the muscles of her calves and thighs rippling as they clamped down on Yuto’s throat, while the rest of her exuded the serene elegance of a lounging lover.

Yuto’s hands clawed at her, his fingers digging into the smooth skin as he struggled to pry himself free. Each desperate attempt only made her smile widen. The slight sense of arousal that tingled at the edge of her awareness wasn’t unwelcome.

Her ankles flexed, the subtle shift sending a fresh wave of pressure into his neck. The sight was intoxicating. Avery's voice was a low, sultry purr as she tilted her head, gazing at him with an amused glint in her eyes.

“Tell me, Yuto,” she murmured, her tone teasing yet commanding. “Have you ever dreamed of being controlled by a woman like me? To be utterly at my mercy?” She gave another flex, her legs dimpling with power, the strain evident in the tightening of her toned muscles.

“You’re so lucky,” she continued, her words dripping with mock sympathy. “Not every man gets to experience this, being humbled by perfection. You should tap, darling. Tap like a good boy.” Her lips curved upward as she added, almost as an afterthought, “On my feet, if you’d be so kind.”

[Lico]

The sight of Avery relaxing herself while effortlessly torturing him with the lower parts of her legs gave Yuto a shivering wave through his spine. She looked like a goddess, toying with her sacrifice that was him, who could barely handle her legs. As she flexed her calves again, the poor boy could only grimaced and squirmed some more, his hands almost squeezing her calves inadvertently.

"Y-yes... many times as well..." the later part of his answer was spoken in a quieter tone.

He wouldn't argue that he's lucky. Even if nobody wanted to have a record like his as wrestling went, many people would have paid money to be in his position during his matches. He got paid for it instead, at the cost of some embarrassment and what not. A fair trade, but of course he wouldn't say that with pride. Not like it mattered for someone like him. As that saying in Pulp Fiction went, pride only hurt, it never helped.

Avery demanded that he tapped, and that's the cue he needed to do so. His hand tapped on her foot like she commanded, while his eyes silently pleaded for mercy, just in case tapping wasn't enough.

"Nngghh..."

[RockRye]

Avery almost wished she hadn't ordered him to tap. Sure, he might have passed out from the relentless pressure of her ankles boring into his neck, but she could have lounged longer, savoring the sight of her own lower body dominating him. The power in her legs, the graceful yet punishing flex of muscle, was a masterpiece in its own right. Watching Yuto squirm, futilely clawing at her crossed ankles, had been a delight she wasn’t quite ready to abandon.

Wisely, Yuto also acknowledged her earlier taunt, admitting, with a touch of reverence, that he had indeed dreamed of being controlled by a woman like her.

“Good taste,” she quipped, her voice dripping with amusement and arrogance. “But you had best prefer reality to fantasy.”

And equally wisely, ever the obedient one, Yuto tapped out, his hand slapping against her foot in a surrender that couldn’t have been more demeaning if she’d scripted it herself. The moment itself sent a delightful shiver racing from her toes to the nape of her neck, but she wasn’t finished basking in her victory just yet. Ignoring the quiet protest of the referee, Avery held the scissor grip for a few extra, indulgent seconds, savoring his struggle before she finally let go. Releasing her legs with a slow, deliberate motion, she allowed Yuto to slump against her calf.

She granted him a brief reprieve, but her dominance wasn’t so easily relinquished. Leaning forward with predatory grace, she pushed the opposite foot against his face, forcing his head to tilt.

“Roll over,” she ordered, her tone as commanding as it was unyielding.

She fully expected obedience. Crawling forward, her every movement deliberate and calculated, she positioned herself atop him once more. Much like the earlier facesit, she straddled his face with a deliberate flourish while she faced his feet, the her thick, curvaceous ass settling over him.

“This,” she murmured, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction, “is what you will be worshipping next.”

[Lico]

"But of course..." Yuto said between his panting. "It's why I'm in this business..."

He had long figured that wrestling leagues like LAW was the ideal place for him to be. Most people wouldn't judge him for his preferences, and some even happy to indulge his taste of domination beyond wrestling.

Avery didn't let go right away, but that wasn't really surprising. He could tell that she's the kind of person who savored her domination over others, enjoying the pitiful struggle his opponent was having. He knew better than to expect her to give him an instead reprieve. When she finally did ease the hold, Yuto wheezed and whimpered, the nudge from her foot rolled him onto his back without any resistance.

As he's trying to catch some breath, he saw her hovering above him, the position hinting him of what's coming his way. Yuto felt a shiver and he twitched, his expression somewhat brightened up with excitement rather than being revolted. He's practically saying yes, please, to Avery without saying it.