Into the Fire! Tess Jones [D] vs Katsumi Oshiro

[CyanDimitrik]

There's the scream. Katsumi loves hearing it. The struggling, the helplessness, knowing the audience and cameras alike are eating up the whole spectacle. But it's only just begun for poor Tess; Katsumi doesn't answer immediately. She eases just barely on the hold, wanting to give the blonde a chance to take in a few tense, strained breaths. And in the meantime, she removes her right hand from the girl's chin and instead brings her wrist to her mouth. Biting the strap of her glove, she pulls it off and tosses it aside with a swing of the head.

Bare fingers flex. The anticipation in the audience rises in pitch and fervor.

Katsumi's now bare hand sets to Tess's stretched throat, fingertips trailing along the vulnerable skin to her collarbone. She twists with the hold to pull Tess a bit more onto her side, the squeeze of the blonde's shoulders behind her back intensifying.

"Come on, now...," Katsumi purrs to her. "You can beg better than that..."

Her hand brushes lower, starting towards the swell of the girl's breasts. And just as she nears a scandalous groping, the hand deviates suddenly aside. Avoiding the breast, Katsumi's hand instead moves to the girl's ribs, slowly brushing her palm along her waist. Lower, lower, until finally sliding inwards again; first the fingertips running along the taut tone of her abdominal region before the full hand settles over her stomach.

Despite evading groping the girl, the touch is slow, sensually-charged and teasing to the audience - and possibly Tess, depending! The point is to show complete control, to taunt the audience with what could have been, while making a theatric showing of running her hand along the girl's body - skin on skin.

"Try not to tap out. I'm not done with you," she whispers to the blonde.

Suddenly, Katsumi's legs curl and the Punk Princess leans back, clamping the shoulders nearly together while pulling her head back. And the final touch to seal in the Yokaidzume submission hold - the hand at Tess's midsection presses in, fingers curling to clench her belly in a stomach claw!

[Herotica]

Slowly the strain increases, Tess can feel Katsumi toy with her, calm, perfectly in control, and that makes it so much worse.

Katsumi purr's in her ears as her soft hands gently tease her body, treating her like a plaything, something she could enjoy if not for her hatred of losing. She goads her to beg, and as the pain increases Tess cannot but indulge her.

"Aarrgh, please.. we can fight this out normally, or you can pin me, but please don't hurt me like this!"

Tears slide from her eyes as Katsumi only continues her painful hold, her hands gracefully, almost sexually drift softly along her midriff.

"Screw you then, you won't break me! I'm not your toy!"

Katsumi's soft words tease Tess again, her next movements dial in for maximum pain across her back and torso, as Tess screams loudly and without awareness of her own volume, her eyes shut hard, her jaw taught as she cries out into the arena.

"Yaaarhhh, pleeease, arghh"

Her tears run free as her anger mixes with fear, her only reason not to tap is the horror of giving Katsumi the victory.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Yes!" Pull. "You!" Pull. "Are!" Pull.

Every word is punctuated with a twisting, wrenching effort from Katsumi, designed to send shocks of pain through Tess's body. The hand working her stomach rhythmically squeezes with each tug, taking full advantage of the fact that she's defenseless, pulled fully taut, and on display. Nothing for her abs to do but take the punishment.

The cameras focus in on Tess's face and tears, the agony written clear as day as Katsumi works her body over. And the punishment ramps up for one long, torturous moment as the Punk Princess nearly rolls onto her back, pulling everything to the extreme. Her fingers dig in against the isolated abdominal muscles, and the referee-girl hovers close to watch for the tapout!

And then Katsumi eases the pressure, first by relaxing her legs and rolling over onto her side. The fingers cease pressing into the girl's midsection, now with only her hand resting on her stomach. The other hand eases on her chin, letting her head lower fully to the mat.

Katsumi skips her lower-body over to mount against Tess's rear, lowering her lips to the blonde's ear.

"Only because you asked to be pinned," she whispers to her. "Now get up. I'm not done showing you off to everyone."

Katsumi first lifts to her knees, then as she starts to gather herself, she pulls up against the girl's stomach to draw her up to her full height with her, keeping her back facing her.

[Herotica]

Katsumi's merciless stretching sends waves of intense pain through Tess's battered body, each moment a new agony like she's never felt before, like a spoiled brat, her wailing continues.

"Yaaaaahhh, your breaking me!! Please!"

Also Tess knows is pain, her scream reaches it's peak as her bodies flexibility reaches its own zenith. And for a brief moment she finally realises she has to tap, that or snap, surely her body can't be designed for this much pain. But before the the words can form in her mouth, the pain eases off, Katsumi eases her slowly to the mat, treating her like a wounded bird.

Tess can only turn slightly, her eyes look to her conquerer full of wounded pride, her mouth a sad pout, her eyes red with tears, but no smart remarks come forth. Only her eyes speak, pleading for mercy.

Katsumi whispers in her ear, and Tess's will broken, she meekly complies, brief dreams of escape blocked by the powerful memory of the pain she has just gone through. A whimper and a soft whisper are all that she can manage.

"Yes Katsumi, just no more pain..."

Her eyes hide from the crowd and the referee.

[CyanDimitrik]

Standing there with the formerly feisty blonde supported by the midsection, Katsumi listens to the obedient, verbal submission - and the conditional she, by design, would not be able to meet. But something about it makes her feel strangely guilty. She knows she's going to have to go rough on the girl still. But the girl sounds defeated. Compliant.

One hand supporting her at the midsection, Katsumi's other, still-gloved hand lifts to her neck just beneath her jaw to angle her face up for the cameras. "S'gonna hurt a little," she murmurs to her as a fair warning. She won't make her go through the submission-slam combo finisher. She can give her that much of a relief. But for now...

"But first... I promised you a squeeze."

She whirls the blonde around to face her, both arms now locked around her waist. At first, she's just holding onto her, securely belly-to-belly. Her head cocks, peering towards Tess's face for a moment, trying to read her. Then the arms flex, starting the pressure low against the other girl's lower back, compressing her midsection into Katsumi's.

[Herotica]

Tess detects a hint of kindness, even mercy in her opponent, a little flicker of arrogance makes her consider it an opportunity. But weak and pained she finds herself lacking any remaining strength, and even Katsumi's gentle caution of mild pain is enough to scare her from action.

Slowly Katsumi presses her in, a feeling almost delightful in it's intimacy, the soft press of the dominant girl's body into hers so far from the pain it's almost intoxicating. She looks meekly into her opponents eyes, fighting the urge to insult her pity, something she would hate in a wrestler she was watching, but beneath one's grip she can appreciate it's value.

Slowly the moment fades as Katsumi begins to squeeze her, her pained back hating it more from memory than from the actual pain itself. She looks fearfully at Katsumi, so close but so far above her in ability, she tries her best to look noble to suffer quietly as a true fighter should, but her body fails her and she whimpers beneath her opponents touch.

"Do what you must, my strength is gone"

She whispers her eyes avoiding her opponent's gaze as her surrender to the press of Katsumi's body sends both pleasure and pain throughout her own.

[CyanDimitrik]

This is a first.

At least, as far as Katsumi knows.

Surely some other girls have surrendered themselves to her in the ring before, giving up the fight in the hopes that Katsumi would finish them quickly and end the pain. But none have ever vocalized their private submission to her like this. It almost puts a whole new spin on the match, an entirely new context.

Her gaze remains steadily affixed onto Tess's, studying the previously defiant look, the loudmouth girl she first got in the ring with, now looking meek. Submissive. She likes that. It adds a fresh thrill to the contact, emphasizing every point their bodies touch. Her arms slip further around the other girl's waist, and she squeezes a little tighter, very gradually constricting. Her back arches, adding more pressure against Tess's midsection with her own.

"What if I wanna go..." She pauses to add a fresh squeeze to the embrace, her heart racing against the other girl's breast. "..mnh, just a little more than I must?" Then the grip eases a little to let the blonde suck in a strained breath again before squeezing once more. The rhythmic compressions follow that pattern, never letting up enough to break full body contact, and each squeeze steadily tighter than the last.

Each breath through parted lips beats warmly against the other girl's face, every inhale pressing their bodies closer.

"Say it..," she whispers to her. A husky quality enters her voice, suggestive and playful. "..say you're mine."

Her hips shift and the arms pull, trying to hoist Tess just a little off her boots.

"..and I might consider finishing you off. Or don't.." She inhales heavily, her chest pressing tighter to Tess's. "..and maybe I'll do more."

[Herotica]

Katsumi's hot breath tickles her neck, leaving Tess shivering as she alternates between painful squeezes and forgiving breaths. She tries to meet her opponent's gaze but her eyes look at her like a delicate meal, it winds Tess up the wrong way.

Too weak to put up any real fight, but angered by her opponent's request a defiance builds.

"I'm not yours bitch, you're just a better grappler"

She winces as she is squeezed further, her offer of mercy rebuffed as Tess's unwavering arrogance will not let her submit fully. She grows angry with herself for such meek words before, who does this girl think she is, toying with her like a cat with a mouse, she's stronger than this, or so she hopes to herself, the hunger in her opponents eyes causing her fear to quickly return.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's tongue clicks, tsking. The arms suddenly grip harder around the waist, and Katsumi's body shifts in against her tighter, grinding aggressively into the other girl's midsection. The relief doesn't come this time, Katsumi determined to re-establish that dominance over the blonde in a decisive way. The arms tremble with effort for the sustained pressure. She couldn't deny the physical, even sensual thrill of asserting dominance over the girl like this. It makes her want to indulge in it longer, to work her over further whether or not she gives in to her.

But the defiance earned punishment either way.

As the referee-girl hovers nearby to check for a submission, Katsumi deliberately twists away from her to try to ensure she doesn't vocalize a submission. Her knees bend with her captive, and she suddenly launches herself into the air with her! Their bodies twist over together, angling Tess beneath her to ultimately come slamming down overtop her in her signature belly-to-belly suplex, the Shutdown!

[Herotica]

Tess knew at once from her words she'd made a horrible choice, part of her even was tempted to tap out now, ruin her opponent's moment, but that would be far from the behaviour of the sort of fighter she wanted to become. She was going to take her licks and stand proud, this upstart wasn't going to make her cry again, she looked defiantly at Katsumi, her arms gripping tighter as she worked to free herself from the hold.

Katsumi shrugged of her weak struggles easily, her eyes growing hungrier, brighter, scarier. The squeeze tightens and again she becomes briefly weightless, the calm before the storm as she is lifted into the air, her opponent readying a move to drive that last spark of fight from her. And the wave of fear comes again, the supressed doubt returning as the mat approaches, her only words of resistance an all too quiet

"No!"