Ayami vs Jenny

Her legs wrapped tightly around Jenny's firm stomach, Ayami began to lay the squeeze onto her opponent. But the sweat kept it hard to keep a grip, and Jenny resisted, her hands keeping her thighs from closing in as hard as it could. Ayami felt a fattiness for a moment, a little blurred drifting of the mind, and she knew the heat was starting to get to her. She shook her head, bringing up an arm to wipe away the sweat in her eyes. She had to put Jenny down faster.

"Jenny. Are you melting, Jenny? Don't faint on me yet." She reached an arm to Jenny's head and grabbed a fisful of sweat-matted hair and pulled hard on it. "Or do. This can all be over if you just let go."

"Uuuagh!" The harsh squeeze forced a gasping scream from her as the pressure poured into her midsection, constricting the air from her. It was so hot, and already hard to breathe, but Ayami's powerful thighs crushing her midsection made it that much harder. If she didn't get out soon, it'd be all over."I... can't breathe..." She whimpered as she began pounding on Ayami's thigh with her fists as hard as she could manage in an desperate attempt to free herself.

But there was a short pause in her punches as she yelped, her head being yanked to the side harshly, sending sharp waves of pain through her scalp.

"Don't fight it." She could hear hard breathing, hers and Jenny's, and she could feel the pounds of pain that punctuated each punch to the thigh. "Ya know what? Fuck you. You want me to let go. Kay." She released her scissors grip, her shapely thighs withdrawing back from Jenny's midsection...only for both hands to start pulling viciously at Jenny's hair. She began to stand up, guiding her opponent up with her, before releasing the grip and pushing her hard against the padded walls.

The pressure exerted by her legs was unbearable as she continued to pound away at the hard, sweat-slick thighs that were crushing her in their python-like grasp. She could feel herself slipping, closer and closer to succumbing to the powerful hold around her waist. The only thing that allowed her to think of anything else was the burning pain in her scalp.

But suddenly, the pressure eased, prompting a long gasp of the hot, humid air as Jenny tried to compose herself. "Agh! Let goooo!" She squealed as Ayami drug her to her feet and shoved her up against the padded wall roughly. As she thudded into the wall with a yelp, being pushed back against it, she hopped up and attempted to coil her own legs around Ayami's waist. It was time for some payback!

As soon as she felt Jenny's legs finding their way around her midsection, Ayami knew she had made a mistake. She found herself trapped in a similar situation to her opponent, and as the pressure tightened around her, the faintness came again, fading in and out. She swayed slightly, and Jenny only tightened her scissors.

"Let go, you bitch!" But her voice didn't come out as strong and as loud as she wanted it to. Her breath was ragged, her throat was dry, and her sides were burning with pain. But she was still winning, she told herself. She had dealted most of the damage in the fight, and she would continue to inflict more.

She applied a similar tactic to what Jenny did to her earlier: She continued pressing Jenny against the wall, and began raining elbows and, when the shifting angles allowed, punches. Across Jenny's face and chest and whatever of her wet, upper body she could hit.

The second upshot in heat went unnoticed.

The relief she felt by no longer having her hair yanked and her body crushed was immeasurable. And, when she felt her legs lock in, she felt a renewed sense of vigor. She might just pull this one out yet. As Ayami kept Jenny pressed up against the wall, the closeness gave Jenny the chance to curl her legs tighter until one ankle was nestled snugly behind her knee to form a body triangle hold.

She was exhausted, but she squeezed Ayami's midsection as tight as she could, the figure four allowing her to more easily keep the hold locked in so she could focus more on squeezing than on trying to keep Ayami from escaping. Her legs constricted around Ayami's body like a snake, pressing in from every angle, instead of just two the sides (or front and back) like a normal body-scissor.

As the first blow rained in and caught her right in the cheekbone, she yelped in pain. That... she couldn't let happen many more tims. Quickly, hoping to avoid more shots to the head and face, she lashed out with her own arms, trying to wrap them around Ayami's neck while pressing her cheek right up against Ayami's. Again, she sought out that figure-four pattern and tried to coil her arms into a triangle around Ayami's neck, hoping to choke her out.

Ayami was just one hair's breath away from screaming. Her breath grew harder and quicker, and the tight, crushing pain around her waist was unbearable. They were breathing side by side now, the sweat on their cheeks sticking together, their bodies pressed hard against one another. Ayami had to concentrate, had to focus, but she just couldn't muster it. She punched at Jenny's sides with her right arm, then her left, the punches getting more desperate as the seconds passed. She buckled her against the wall repeatedly, but Jenny's hold was iron.

And as half a minute passed, Ayami started slowly sinking to her knees. Her eyes were shut from the pain and the heat. Consious, yes, but for how long more?

Jenny held on for dear life, trying to squeeze the fight out of her opponent similar to how a python constricts her prey. She was nowhere near as good as it as a snake was, of course, but she tried to tighten her legs around Ayami's body every time she felt her breath out. But it became much more difficult as the punches began raining into her ribs, sending hot waves of pain through her body. It was making it much more difficult to maintain her hold. She released the choke and moved to try and wrap her arms around Ayami's chest, hopefully pinning her arms to her sides.

A sigh of relief escaped her as she found herself slowly sinking toward the ground as Ayami started to succumb to the hold. It'd been a short fight, but very tough... luckily, it was starting to look like it was over, and she'd survived.

The pressure lifted around her neck, and Ayami opened her eyes wearily. Her punches were slowing, weakening, but she still continued, and Jenny would deny her even that. When the wrap came, Ayami saw her chance. With a sudden surge of strength, she stood up abruptly. At the same time, her arms would cease their punching and push Jenny's hands to the side, before attempting a short, sharp shove as she stood up. If she was successful, Jenny would be dangling by her scissors, her upper body helpless for a bit, and Ayami would then pry at her thighs, not to break the whole but to open a small gap.

To attempt an awkwardly positioned but bloody vicious varginal claw with her right arm.

She held on for dear life, squeezing with all the might she could muster to try and put her opponent away, but she just didn't seem to want to go. Her ribs were aching after taking punch after punch to the ribs. But no quicker did she release the arm choke, than she wished she didn't. "W-what are you doing?" She asked her opponent when she saw her reaching down between them...

Then, the extreme pain shot through her entire body. She squealed loudly and immediately released the hold. She fell to the ground and immediately started trying to crawl away, on her hands and knees, from her opponent.