Workouts and First Acquaintances

Makie was, admittedly, enjoying this position of dominance thus far. She had Crista right where she wanted to, trapped in a debilitating hold where her superior strength and sizing as doing nothing to help her escape. As she cranked the hold, she almost nonchalantly used her free hand to brush her hair back, taking the time to look good even as she squeezed the life out of Crista. It was then that she noticed Kyo giving her a disappointing frown at this bit of showboating.

Oh, right. Technically, she was doing this to help Crista.

Giving her brother an annoyed pout, she felt Crista's struggles cease, although the other girl clearly hadn't stopped breathing yet. Taking a deep breath, Makie suddenly unfurled her leg, spinning around to leap at Crista the moment she did so. Not wanting to let Crista get any recovery time in, Makie would try to dive onto Crista's back, grabbing at her wrist to try to force it behind her back in a wristlock. "So," she'd breathe into Crista's ear if she managed the hold, "having fun yet?"

Instinct would have had Crista fight with her everything to escape until she outright forced Makie to knock her out, and had it been an official match, she might have done just that.

But, they were training, and as Crista got over her shame for getting caught and left as a pretty, bent, and kicking stress ball for Makie's single bent leg, reason cut through the fog and discomfort and told her that the whole point of this exercise was to learn how to avoid being in this situation to begin with. She had already made the mistake that would cost her a match, because without nearby ropes she would be fighting a futile battle against an injury or pitifully taking a nap. Despite how much it irritated her to already give up one of her two falls, Crista lifted her palm off of Makie's thigh and let it hover over the muscle, ready to slap it back against it several times in signaled submission. She gave herself another few seconds, though, since not everything was bad about having a cute woman's shapely, warm leg muscles tensing around her face.

Before her hand came down for the tap, the leg uncoiled, and a sigh of relief whooshed from her lips.

What? She had her! Why let her go!?

Before Crista could think about it further, a weight landed on her back, and she knew by the grip on her arm that Makie was searching for a wristlock to keep her down and flattened to her stomach. Crista, her powerful arm and shoulder a boon, fought against it, letting Makie only get Crista's hand as far as her butt. Then, warm breath washed over her neck and the back of her ear, and if Crista hadn't been tingling before...

That didn't mean she was going to surrender, and Makie's teasing words drove her to action. Another burst of power, this one more controlled and purposeful than before, had her turn towards the wristlock and shove her opposite elbow into Makie's side. She threw her size and power into crushing Makie into the mat and freeing her wrist, leaving Makie on her stomach as Crista had been.

Even as Makie (reluctantly) slipped her leg free from around Crista's skull, she whipped around to mount her opponent's back in a classic maneuver, grabbing at her arm to force it back in a wristlock. She almost immediately met resistance: the impressive muscles in Crista's arm tightened and she wrenched it back, refusing to budge any further as Makie tried to fold it over. A gasp of irritation escaped Makie's clenched teeth, and she tightened her grip with both hands, trying to pour more of her own muscle power into the hold as she tried to control her larger opponent.

Suddenly, the beautiful Chinese girl twisted sharply to the side. Makie gasped as Crista's elbow pressed against her, and the next thing she knew she was spun around and slammed back first against the mat. The air erupted from her lungs, and her grip almost immediately came loose. Even as she gasped for air, she scrabbled and flailed with her arms, trying to grab for Crista's shoulders or head, hoping to snag in an emergency hammerlock or rear naked choke, or at the very least to try to get some grip on her, however weak, to prevent her from turning over...though given how she was gasping for breath right now, Makie had no idea how well she could restrain her larger foe...

Crista felt the pleasing reverberations of Makie smacking against the mat under her weight. Her none-too-pretty maneuver had at least flattened the other woman long enough to earn a reprieve from having her latch onto Crista's body in some new way. That did not mean Crista would rest on her laurels, or in this case, rest with Makie's warm body beneath hers. She could already feel Makie's hands and forearms groping at her neck and shoulders, and if she lingered, she would find another way to render all of Crista's hard-earned muscle irrelevant. Being on top meant nothing if Makie coiled around her from behind.

In fact, Makie did get her forearm around Crista's chin, but the woman with the momentary advantage turned away from it. She rolled over to drape her full body over Makie's, with her chest, shifting with her exerted breathing, on Makie's neck and her hips on her stomach. Though she had a brief temptation to say something daring to Makie as she glanced down into the other woman's eyes, her desire to finally make use of her power was greater.

She pushed on all fours to quickly shift her hips forward, leaving her rear on Makie's chest and her thick thighs against her shoulders. A heavy mount, nearly a schoolgirl pin, which she thought would keep her wily and skilled opponent in place for now, if nothing else.

Yet, Crista did not merely want to keep her in place. No, she had designs on ensnaring her to much more devastating effect, and she started by sticking her hands out to try and pin Makie's arms to the mat.

Makie was acting on instinct on this point, shooting up to latch her arms around Crista in an effort to lock some sort of hold on her, or flip her over, or something-- and in this first, instinctive grab, she felt her arm latch around Crista's neck. Before she could get a nice hold in, though, Crista simply leaned down against her, letting her superior weight do all the work as she pressed Makie to the mat. Makie found herself gasping as Crista's generous bosom pressed tightly around her throat-- red faced, she found her grip slipping away, and her breathing rapidly became laboured as she arched her belly up against Crista's hips. As nice as Crista's boobs felt, Makie really didn't appreciate how they were making it hard for her to breathe.

She got a breather for a few seconds as Crista suddenly shifted her position...only to sit squarely on Makie's chest, her knees pinning down her shoulders. "Oh crap--" was all Makie said before Crista solidified her position, forcing the air out of Makie's lungs. Gazing upward at Crista from a fairly unflattering view, her face reddened further and her breathing became laboured, she twisted and squirmed under Crista, grabbing ineffectually at the other girl's powerful thighs. Crista grabbing her wrists and pinning them down put a stop to that.

"One...come on Makie..." In the background, Kyo, ever the good sport, was starting the countdown, all the while encouraging his sister. Breathing harder and harder as she struggled under the superior weight of her tall and fit foe, Makie only had her training and quick thinking to fall back on. She tried to kick her legs back, hoping to snap them around Crista's chest waist...and if she managed that, to lock her ankles tightly in a scissor. "HRRNNNN..." Biting her lip, Makie would twist her entire body, hoping to unbalance Crista onto her side with her scissor in a desperate effort to break the pin count!

For the first time in this match, Crista was really making her struggle, and the size and strength differences between the two was becoming all the more apparent.

Red-faced though she may have been, Makie looked quite nice from Crista's perch atop her chest, the bigger woman decided. She reveled in the sense of power brought on by holding down the grasping, bucking wrestler, once she took hold of Makie's wrists and pinned them both to the mat over her head. Robbing Makie of her hands and arms didn't stop her fighting, but it did give Crista a chance to gather herself for her next move...and appreciate the more pleasurable circumstances. It was probably in bad taste for her to tease Makie and quip that she should have kept her locked in her leg, so she resisted, instead letting a thin smile cross her features as they stared at each other in such an electric position.

If it hadn't been for Kyo starting to count behind her, Crista might have forgotten that she had Makie pinned. The pin had not been a part of her plans, but if it kept Makie on the back foot for a few more seconds trying to get her shoulders off the mat, Crista would take it. In fact, if Makie was trying to kick out, then that might give Crista a chance to get in place for exactly what she-

As she was getting ready to shift her weight forward by leaning on Makie's pinned arms, her relentless opponent shifted her lower body, and Crista took her chance. Her hips slid forward further, dragging over the swell of Makie's bosom to rest on her neck and collar. Strong thighs tightened around Makie's cheeks. At the same time, a pair of calves hooked under Crista's armpits; more of Makie's awesome flexibility, she realized. She was making like a matchbook.

"Hgnnnn..." Though she grit her teeth in her effort to stay upright, Makie's twisting threw Crista off-balance, and the larger woman's teetering ended in her slowly falling over and onto her side like an old skyscraper that refused to outright collapse. Once there, she still held onto Makie's hands, and Crista found her upper body was wrapped in Makie's legs...

But so was Makie's head in Crista's. They extended over her opponent's shoulders and started to squeeze.

It took a lot of effort locking in that scissor, forcing her to test her flexibility to her limits as she reared up and hooked her legs. Even then, given the size and weight advantage of Crista, it took even more effort to try to throw her off. From where she was pinned between Crista's legs, Makie huffed furiously, the ab muscles on her bare midsection now showing as she strained against her superior foe. The sheer effort made it feel like she was about to break herself in two.

Finally, though, she managed to wrench Crista off of her, sending her tumbling to her side. She gave a gasp of relief-- one that came too soon, as Crista's powerful thighs clamped around her head. "MMGHPH!" she muffled, her hands still held tight by Crista. Her own grip around the other girl's waist came loose as she kicked at the mat, struggling to pull her arms and head free, her short black hair sticking out from between Crista's powerful thighs.

"Tag me, Makie!" she heard Kyo shout. As much as she hated it, she knew he was right: the pressure of Crista's legs felt like it was going to crack her skull open. Struggling to breathe, she continued to twist with her arms, even as he dug her knees and toes into the mat, trying to pull them towards the corner and extend a leg to tag Kyo or, somehow, to get the two of them off the mats for a "rope break"...

It took Crista's glancing down at little more than Makie's eyes and hair poking out from her thighs, and the frantic flailing of Makie's legs, to truly appreciate her success in ensnaring the other woman in such a way. What with Makie making like a caged hellcat to escape, she could not exactly celebrate, but she couldn't help the rush of satisfaction or the resulting, subtle upturn at the corner of her mouth at the sight of her own muscular legs swallowing Makie's head. This beat fighting the trainers, and it provided her with more than a little excitement.

She crossed her ankles and squeezed. With them both on their sides and their hands entangled, her leverage was limited, but her quads, glutes, and abs all worked in cooperation to bore down on Makie's head, hardening, bulging, and constricting. All the trainers would have tapped to less, Crista knew from experience.

But Makie persisted, and in fact, Crista could feel her starting to drag herself by the legs, towards the brother who awaited her nearby. If Crista hadn't admired her for the clever hold before...

No doubt, she would figure out how to reach Kyo or the edge of the mats if Crista did not put a stop to her thrashing. With her and her thigh-engulfed opponent side by side, Crista couldn't stop her from crawling with her free legs. But then, nothing stopped Crista from crawling in the other direction, either.

She let go of Makie's hands, planted a palm on the mat for leverage, and slid on the side of her hips to try and push Makie's head and shoulders closer to the mat's center. With one uncrossing and recrossing of her feet, she leaned on the same elbow and renewed her squeezing with an intense focus, nearly forgetting to avoid going too overboard with the pressure until she recalled that Makie had sensibly said about her earlier chance at a knockout. Her eyes intensely studied what she could see of Makie, longing for the tap-out but making sure that the trapped woman wasn't at any risk of falling limp.

"Give! I've got you," she commanded, through heavy breaths.

It was getting impossible to breathe now. This was foremost in Makie's thoughts as she pawed at Crista's powerful thighs, feeling her constrict the hold tighter around her throat and skull. Her vision was starting to get woozy, and even though she continued to thrash and squirm in Crista's grip, Makie found herself growing weaker and weaker. A few more seconds of this, she knew, and she would either pass out, or be forced to tap.

In normal circumstances, at least, that would be true. One hadn't been in and out of the ring like Makie, however, without learning to conserve one's energy, to resist pain, and most importantly, to never say die.

All of a sudden, Makie's hands were released...just as Crista anchored the two of them solidly to the mat. Her mouth open in a wordless and futile gasp, Makie pressed her palms against Crista's legs, while at the same time kicking out with her own legs, aiming to flip her body over and straddle Crista so that she would have some leverage with which to wrench her head free.

At this point, as she thrashed and rasped on the mat, her body shone with sweat. If she didn't find a way out in this next move, she knew, she was done for...

Crista wondered if she had captured a woman between her legs or if she was a wildcat.

Just when Crista thought she had convinced Makie that she should bring an end to the round with a tap, since release from her legs would not be given freely, the sister renewed her efforts twofold, making use of her now-freed hands to wedge her head out from Crista's thighs while her body thrashed and turned. With a scowl born of concentration, Crista refused to budge. Legs built over the course of her entire life as an athlete acted as the iron bars to Makie's prison even if they were not working to outright crush Makie's skull.

This was amazing. No one in practice had made her work like this. Even the matches...the fights hadn't been the same. Makie was refusing to surrender. Her legs and stomach burned, her breaths came through heaves of her chest. Crista, though her intent features didn't show it, reveled in their struggle.

But it was also exhausting. And she had two more rounds to go, against Makie and her completely fresh brother. The brunette did not have the luxury to revel, and maintaining a grip with her legs was more of a strain than squeezing with all her might. This had to come to an end, fun though it was. She leaned her shoulders back and sucked in a breath.

There was only one way to do it. Staring down the length of her own body, the Eurasian beauty watched herself bend both legs, and fold one ankle behind the other knee. Her calf pushed Makie's face into a more contained position against her crotch. Her breath caught with the oncoming rush of sensations, but Crista did her best to ignore them.

To complete the encircling trap, and in an unintentional callback to Makie's earlier leggy hold, Crista reached down to grab her own instep and pull back, cranking the newly-formed figure-four tighter to get Makie to tap out. No crushing. Just no release. "Give."