Ayumi "Velvet Vice" Tanaka vs Ishigami - Soft Thrones, Hard Lessons

[Lico]

With Yuto pretty pretty much being no different at a wrestling dummy at the moment, Ayumi could take her time turning him around in her hold. He didn't resist, as whatever defiant which might have left had been squeezed out by her quite literally the moment before. He could only brace himself for what's going to happen, and honestly, this inverted position didn't seem like a good sign. While Ayumi was holding him there for a short while, the suspense skyrocketed as even the crowds held their breath in anticipating what might happen.

Then there was a thud as she brought him down. It wasn't as loud as some might have expected, although Yuto was still ended up quite stunned by the crash. He simply laid there on the mats almost motionless while Ayumi continued, sliding her legs further back so that her feet reached his face. That brought a little wriggle from the boy, but he's pretty much was still in a daze for the time being.

"Nnnggg..." he groaned, while the scent of her feet stirred him up, in more than one way.

[Parker]

Ayumi’s palms settled over Yuto’s chest and as she leaned forward arching her back like a cat stretching itself out, they dipped lower until she braced them against his hips. Her weight lifted, not much, but enough that she was able to wiggle her legs in tighter, the arch of her foot framing one of the blonde’s cheeks while the other tucked under his chin, her toes curling around his jawline. Once she was snugly secured, she let her weight come back down on top of his collar, her plush backside mashing him up against her feet.

With a casual ease she grabbed at the back of his pants, using it as handholds to draw back one of his legs and tuck it beneath an arm, then following suit with the other. With a flex of her arms to properly wedge his ankles between her biceps and body. She sighed softly, delighted and cherubic while she reclined, her weight on his head growing while she folded his backwards in the added boston crab. Further… further… testing the limits of his flexibility was forcing his face to turn down into the soles of her feet as she curled them against his face.

She displayed a hopeless amount of control. The rock of her recline, the weight of her body, they all served to wring out anything Yuto had left while exploiting what she had come to understand about his desires. She offered no words, just the sounds of soft heated breaths and the strain of his body as she bent him against the grain.

[Lico]

There's a bit of squirming and muffled groans from Yuto as Ayumi seized his legs and started to bend him backwards in the boston crab position, but there's nothing even close to a resistance. Her rear was pressing his head further, mashing his face against her soles some more. The poor boy was stretched and squished by his opponent with barely any room to do anything. All he could do was enduring his ordeal while the crowds cheered for Ayumi.

Strangely enough, he somewhat found a sense of comfort in having his face buried between her ass and her feet. The stretching from the hold didn't feel as painful as some time passed. It's almost he went into his own world as the smothering also dampened the noises from the audience. Meanwhile his already soaked pants was pitching a tent again as he wriggled around harmlessly. His member might have been quite spent and wasn't as energetic as previous occasions, but it looked like it still had a little bit of gas in the tank.

[Parker]

Ayumi, with proud gleaming eyes, had Yuto folded beneath her like a broken doll, his body contorted and vulnerable. She had secured his legs under her arms, a steep bend that left him stretched to his limit, his muscles aching in protest. His damp pants, a mix of his sweat and his spent excitement throughout the match, provided the perfect grip as she worked his legs further back, feeling the resistance of his body as it yielded to her strength.

With a satisfied sigh, Ayumi shifted her weight, settling her plush backside more firmly on the back of his head. His face was framed by her curled feet, a sight that sent a thrill of dominance coursing through her veins. She could feel his breath, hot and labored, against her skin, a testament to his faded struggle and her control.

But Ayumi wasn't done yet. Oh no, there was one final touch to add… a literal one. She curled her fingers down along the curve of Yuto's crotch, feeling the hard length of him through his pants. Her palm rolled over his covered manhood, kneading him with a deliberate, intimate precision. He was rock hard, his body betraying his mind as it responded to her touch, despite the pain and discomfort of his position. She massaged him, her palm working in slow circles. The fabric of his pants was thin, offering little barrier to the heat and hardness of him. She could feel every inch of him, every pulse of his arousal, and it only served to fuel her own desire for dominance.

Yuto's moans were muffled against her feet, but Ayumi could hear the strain in his voice, the mix of pleasure and pain that she was inflicting upon him. She shifted her weight again, reclining slightly to better seat herself on top of him, ensuring that he felt every curve, every inch of her pressing down on him.

This was a spectacle worthy of ending him, a final show of control that would leave him a quivering, gasping mess beneath her. Ayumi wanted to savor this moment, make it unforgettable for both of them, and for the audience watching their every move. She was the star of this show, and Yuto was merely her prop, her plaything to use as she pleased.

[Lico]

Yuto twitched and moaned louder onto Ayumi's feet when he felt her hand on his bulge. It's unusual for his member to still be covered at this stage of the match, but it seemed that his opponent intended to keep his pants intact until the end. All the climaxes he had made it a little uncomfortable down there, but just like how this match had been going, he simply had to deal with it.

With Ayumi starting to knead his shaft again, the boy wriggled and moaned some more, his manhood throbbing against her hand through his outfit. Each small movements made his face being rubbed against her feet some more, which brought more twitching between his legs. Her scent and warmth intoxicating his already feeble mind, amplifying his arousal more and more. His head soon went almost blank, only thoughts of her stroking and the sensations of her feet against his features remained, as well as some discomfort here and there that had been somewhat diluted by the pleasure.

"Mmmhhff... mmmggghh...!"

[Parker]

The slow roll of her palm remained a constant tease. Never hard enough or fast enough to push him over the edge alone despite how close he was. Instead she used it to edge him along, dragging out her moment of dominance by making him have to do the dirty deed of finishing himself off if her overwhelming presence wasn’t enough. She was content to sit back and wiggle her plush posterior against his head and neck, blindly playing his face with her toes. Curling around his features, rubbing up against him, mashing his cheeks.

With each rock of her body back, the pressure of her weight waxed and waned like the tide. A seesaw between soft comfort and crushing weight. The bend in his back was taxed as well, stretching with each pulse, everything working in tandem to facilitate without forcing. “Surrender yourself to me…” Ayumi spoke softly over her shoulder, letting her words drip down along her back to him.

[Lico]

Ayumi was taking her time to stimulate Yuto rather than forcing him to finish as quickly as possible, while he couldn't really force the issue himself either due to the position he was in. All the boy could do was to let her stir him up until he reached the boiling point again, on her term; a complete display of dominance that she had been maintaining from the start of this match.

Every small movement she made, whether the wriggling of her rear against the back of his head, or the curling of her toes on his face, made him felt more helpless yet aroused with each passing second. Yuto was getting closer and closer but the journey to the peak of ecstasy was an agonizingly slow and torturous one. He moaned, wriggled slightly, twitched, giving signs of the inevitable climax, but it took him quite a while before he actually arrived at the point of no return.

When he finally did, his body tensed up and shivered, his member pulsating, and his breathing becoming more rapid. The boy let out a long drawn, muffled moan, and his juices eventually spurted out from his shaft again. There weren't much juices left in him, but the crowds enjoyed it all the same.

"Nnnghhh... hhnnnggg..."

He could feel his consciousness slipping, and his eyes were getting heavier and heavier. As soon as Ayumi released him, his body would surely just flop onto the mats like a sack of potatoes, and he'd just lie the, almost motionless, barely awake.

[Parker]

Ayumi’s lips curled at the corners to a knowing smirk as Yuto finally succumbed. She wrapped her fingers around his quivering manhood, giving them a tight squeeze as he bucked at her fingertips. She leaned her weight back, oppressively sinking the blond into the canvas as she pressed in with all her might with her thighs and feet to constrict him in this final moment. She rode his tremors into the ground, keeping him locked beneath her until all the energy had drained from him, leaving the young man completely spent.

She uncurled her arms, letting his legs flop free from her grasp, leaving him to collapse to the mat in a heap. She pressed her palms to his chest, pushing off of him with her fingertips as she rose up easily from his downed frame. She was mindful not to be rougher than needed. He had been such a good boy after all, there was no need to punish him further. With a shake of her head she tossed a cascade of lavender hair over one shoulder and surveyed his spayed body at her feet with a bemused look on her face.

“That was fun.” She chortled softly, daintily stepping over him, but kicking her foot back lightly to drag across his cheek as she passed. “But are you strong enough to keep going?” She half turned to peer over her shoulder at him, watching as the referee moved in to start the count.

[Lico]

As Ayumi let him go, Yuto flopped to the mats while facing down. It's already some sort of a miracle that he managed to stay conscious after everything he went through, although just barely. The boy was only hearing echoes as the referee bringing up the numbers. He didn't really have the strength to lift a finger at the moment, and so he could only stay down while the count kept going. His eyes closing as the countdown passed number six, blacking out for a few seconds until the decisive moment finally arrived.

"Ten...!" the final call, followed by the sound of the bell roused him up abruptly, his eyes opened like he just heard the morning alarm after a deep slumber.

Not that there's much to do for him at this point. The match was over and Ayumi was declared the winner, a result that surprised nobody. Oh, it's over... was the only thing Yuto thought as he looked groggy. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes again, feeling like he needed a little more rest before he could pick himself up and walked out of the ring. He probably deserved a nice warm bath and some sleep after this.