Smitten Sailor: Sailor Theta (D) vs Francisca Hererra.

[SimplePride]

Theta felt his leg hit the mat with a thud. He hated to admit it, but, the Devil Cat might have him here. Theta would stagger to his feet and meet his opponent, who was playing to the crowd. Theta would attempt a wild, frustrated swing of his face, hoping to at the very least go down swinging. Although, deep down, Theta kind of liked being teased by the masked mistress the LAW higher-ups paired him up with. He was just thankful this wasn't a POW match...

[arktriumph]

Francisca shot the reeling Sailor Theta a devious smile as the male wrestling finally struggled to his feet to meet her as the crowds cheered for the Devil Cat, enjoying every moment of her display. He came at her, taking a swing born out of frustration rather than any wrestling skill and the curvy Costa Rican ducked away with ease.

Sweeping around behind Theta, she attempted to catch him under his armpits, wrenching his arms up into a standing half-nelson, pulling hard to keep him from struggling.

"Aw, c'mon puta," she sneered. "Don't play so hard to get." And with that she would grind her hips suggestively against Sailor Theta's backside even as she pulled the submission hold harder.

[SimplePride]

Theta had let frustration take hold, and now it cost him as he found himself in the Devil Cat's arms in a half-nelson hold. Theta's face would reddin with Francisca's flirtations, and would soon match his adversary's outfit as he felt her hips gyrating on his butt. Theta would deny it, but, deep down, he was enjoying every minute of it, and certain parts of his body would betray him. Still, he tried to escape the hold, but, as physical strength was never his forte', the Devil Cat held firm. Theta soon had a thought: use Francisca's tricks against her. Theta couldn't believe he was going to stoop this low, but, he turned his face and kissed the Devil Cat on the cheek, hoping the shock would force a release...

[arktriumph]

Francisca's counter worked like a charm as she snatched Theta up in her half nelson hold, relishing the feeling of the femboy's pathetically squirming body against hers. She could see looking over his shoulder his crotch beginning to tighten as his anatomy betrayed how he really felt about their proximity.

Then, to her mild surprise, he bent back and planted a kiss on her cheek. Rather than letting go, she tensed, clamping him even tighter, smirking at the game the foolish male thought he was playing.

"Let me show you how it's done, cutie," the Devil Cat sneered contemptuously, before twisting her face to the side to lock her lips against his in a deep, aggressive kiss, attempting to shove her tongue into Sailor Theta's mouth to play the femboy's own game against him! As she kissed him she thrust her hips against his rear, squeezing tight to hold him in place.

[SimplePride]

If Theta had thought about what he was doing for all of no seconds, he would've realized that this plan of his was going to backfire tremendously, as he soon found himself doing the two tounge tango with his opponent. Was this what LAW was all about? If so, Theta was going to enjoy this place a lot. He was still in this awkward hold, if his opponent wasn't going to hold back, neither was he, "Should I call you 'mommy' or 'mistress'?" Theta asked after Francisca just violated his mouth...

[arktriumph]

After breaking the kiss, Francisca grinned at Sailor Theta's words, her sudden counter to his attempt to fluster her having quickly brought the feeble femboy's submissiveness to the fore. She pushed her body up against his back suggestively, touching her nose to the back of his ear.

"Hmm, you want me to be your mistress, you little weakling?" Francisca taunted in a husky voice, speaking close into his ear. "Maybe you can call me that when I'm finished with you here."

And with that she released Sailor Theta from the half-nelson, briefly, only to hook his right arm beneath her left, bending him sideways into an abdominal stretch submission as she continued to grind on him, stretching him out and showing off his bulging crotch to the jeering fans.

[SimplePride]

Theta's spine tingled as Francisca continued to tease him, maybe he showed too much of his hand. Like it mattered now, Francisca was just teasing him now, as the half-nelson turned into a abdominal stretch. Theta soon realized something: Ultimately, he had nothing to lose at this point, so he might as well show his whole hand, "I may or may not be a prominent sub in the local BDSM scene..." He admitted as he arched his back in pain and pleasure. If he was going to be dominated, he might as well enjoy himself...

[arktriumph]

Francisca smirked as she bent Sailor Theta easily into an abdominal stretch, and before long extracted a not-too-surprising admission from the feeble male wrestler.

"Hah, I guess that makes sense," she chuckled, further stretching Theta out as she spoke. "Only a sub would put on this kind of display in the ring. You wanted to lose the whole time, didn't you?"

As she questioned, Francisca brought her free hand around to grasp Theta's exposed crotch, stroking the trapped, submissive male with a devious grin on her face. She would finish him soon enough, but not before she'd thoroughly humiliated him in front of the LAW fans!

[SimplePride]

Theta shrugged at Francisca's words. He had already revealed his hand, so to speak, so there was really nothing to add. The thing was, there was also now nothing to lose, so humiliation ment nothing to him. If this was what the Devil Cat wanted, she was wasting her time. Theta only blushed slightly when she grabbed his crotch, "That's really your go-too, isn't it?" Theta said in an almost bored tone. Sure, he was still in pain, but, at the same time, wished Francisca would just end it already...

[arktriumph]

Francisca smirked at Theta's words as she continued groping his package to the delight of the LAW fans.

"What can I say?" she taunted. "I think I've earned the right to play with what's mine." With that she eased Sailor Theta out of the abdominal stretch and briefly released her grip, only to shift position and hoist the feeble femboy up onto her shoulders in a torture rack submission. With one hand clamping down hard over his crotch and the other arm wrapped around his neck, Francisca attempted to bend the male wrestler in half.

"You can quit any time, cutie," she mocked relentlessly, parading Sailor Theta around the ring as she continued cranking the torture rack harder.