Debut Trio Match: Two on One

"Depends on if you'd call that gentle." Fumiko stepped behind Erika's body. "I'd guess not."

She wouldn't hesitate to straddle Erika's twitching form, sitting on top of those unfairly large tits, pressing down on her shoulder. "One!"

Erika had barely even recovered from the torture Fumika put her through, and after a back-breaker like that, there wasn't a whole lot of fight still in her. Groaning in pain, the busty girl could only lay there as the angry, but-not-psycho twin sat atop her chest and kept her pinned.

"TWO!"

The audience was making a commotion, but it seemed kinda early, the ref hadn't even called the pin yet.

THUD

Fumiko suddenly fell off of Erika, falling to the side to reveal her twin holding a metal chair.

Hearing a loud sound, Erika's eyes shot open. Glancing over to the side, she saw Fumiko laying on her side in a heap. Confused for a moment, she looked to the other side, and her entire body was filled with dread. "Oh shit."

Seeing Fumika standing over her with a chair, Erika immediately cowered in fear, her hands shooting down to try and shield her crotch. "Oh god... not again..."

The ref warily looked over at Fumika. "What are you doing? Get out!"

She was easily ignored. "Sorry Erika, hope Ko-chan didn't hurt you too bad back there. I'd have come and helped you out earlier if I could." Her kind words and polite tone didn't do much to hide her intentions.

She tossed the steel folding chair carelessly towards the ref, who went down when it smacked her head. She stomped her twin in the stomach just for good measure before turning back to Erika. "Now, where were we? I seemed to have lost count."

Paralyzed with fear, Erika could only lay there and watch as Fumika incapacitated the ref, and even stomped on Fumiko's fallen form. Panicking as the crazy twin seemed keen on picking up where she left off, the busty girl flipped over onto all fours and started to frantically crawl away, as if she had any chance of escaping.

"Oh no... Oh shit...!"

Fumika easily caught up with the terrified kawaii, swiping at her ankle. If she grabbed her, she would drag Erika back towards the center of the ring. "Where do you think you're going, Erika? We're still in a match, remember?"

Erika didn't get very far before Fumika caught up, dragging the busty girl back towards the center of the ring. Clawing desperately at the canvas, she looked back over her shoulder with a look of fear in her eyes.

"N-n-no please... Don't do this...!" she begged, dreading the low blows she knew were about to come. Even if she tried to submit, it would mean anything with the ref knocked out, meaning there was nothing she could do that would stop Fumika.

"You're super cute when you're begging, you know that Erika?" Fumika smiled, looking more and more like a sociopath. "But you know, begging doesn't really work if you aren't offering anything."

Fumika pressed her heel against Erika's crotch, putting no pressure on just yet. "Do you have anything to offer me, Erika?"

Erika cringed visibly as Fumika placed her foot against her groin, shivering in dread of the pain she knew was coming. "O-offer...? L-l-like what...?" the busty girl stammered out, her mind going blank out of fear.