Selina Lash vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Joy of Submission

His kick connected. That was a good thing. Right?

Right?

He told himself it should be. His martial arts prowess was the key to winning this fight, and that was made abundantly clear when his kick doubled her over. Selina was tall and Selina was strong and Selina had a weapon that she had an odd infatuation and skill with, but that wasn’t anything he couldn’t overcome, so long as he kept his wits about him and fell back on his training.

And yet, somehow, as she raised up and sent that look of pure mania his way, Dmitri didn’t feel confident in his chances, here. Not at all. Not even a little. Something about that look in her eye, the way she moved, the things she said and didn’t say...this was a woman who didn’t just want to beat him, but was out to rip him to shreds.

Speaking of which, he had things to worry about. Like the whip rapidly heading towards him. The good thing about her reliance on the whip was that it gave her a tell - if he was fast enough, he could tell where the attack was going to go and move accordingly, dodging before the whip could unfurl. If.

This time, that line of thinking paid off. Dmitri jumped to the side, avoiding the whip’s sharp bite, and maneuvered around to Selina’s side with a couple of well-timed steps. She lashed out the moment she was in the right position, coming at Selina’s back with a swift roundhouse kick, attemtping to nail her square on the spine.

Selina’s whip would slice across the air, making the familiar “whoosh” through the air they were known for, as well as the explosive “CRACK” that was followed by…Silence?

The air should have been filled with Dimitri’s musical scream, and yet there was NOTHING?! Not even so much of a grunt to help vent those dark feelings Selina buried so deep down. Why did he-? Where was he? Those questioning eyes quickly found the answer, Dmitri had slipped right past that slicing leather, and was quickly closing in on her.

The dull pain of his kick had begun to fade, but her excitement did not. She couldn’t calm down, her heart still beating steadily, pumping faster and faster as the ex-businessman expertly closed the distance on her. She couldn’t pull her whip back fast enough to mount another attack, and the villainous vixen took a hard kick to the spine. She was in a poor position to start, but paired with her choice of foot wear there was no chance of staying upright. Selina crashed to the floor in a pile, somehow still gripping onto that blasted whip like a babe with it’s blanket.

Selina felt a slight “pop” in her spine when Dmitri roundhouse kicked her, and the impact against the floor was not like falling on a bed.

The scantily clad woman had already begun to rise from the floor, seemingly unable to stay down for long, her long hair covering up a part of her face, adding to her already crazed look. She was shaking, and strange noises, like silent coughs, were starting to be more and more audible the taller she rised until it burst into a strange cackle.

“heh heh..hehheheheh, EEEEEEKKKEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!”

Selina’s haunting laughter was…unsettling for most. Her strange pitch made her laugh sound similar to that of a shriek, and those inhuman eyes that seemed happy rather than pained bore hungrily into Dmitri’s frame.

“Don’t tickle me, Piggy~ If I get anymore excited…I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself from...~”

Selina only bothered to get to her knees before pushing off the floor, throwing a tackle that seemed textbook for a football play, looking to drive her shoulder into Dmitri’s abs and bring him down on the floor, with her right on top of him~

Dmitri felt a little bad when he landed that kick. He shouldn’t have and he knew it, but he did. It was already crystal clear that this woman wasn’t just out to hurt him, but to maim him, to do crazy, unspeakable things that he wanted no part of. That alone was good enough of a reason to not hold back, and he was doing his best to register the fact. He really was.

But, as much as he wanted to bury the old, naive Dmitri that was getting curbstomped by women on a regular basis, she just kept finding her way back to the top. He was annoying like that. So, when he kicked her hard and heard that little pop coming from her spine, his initial reaction was one of concern, instead of following it up with another kick like he probably should have.

Oh, and her crazed, maniacal laughing. Yeah, that slowed down his reaction somewhat. By the time he’d realized she was okay to go on, she started up with the insane cackle that left him chilled, and by the time he was able to get over that, it was far, far too late.

The woman moved with surprising alacrity for someone her size, so quick that Dmitri wasn’t sure he could’ve avoided it if he had all his wits about him. She crashed into him, a human missile with deadly force, and the impact was enough to knock him clean off his feet. A bad situation by itself, made exponentially worse by the fact that she came down on top of him.

Dmitri had a single, stunned second before the realization of his predicament settled in. Staying away from her was his whole strategy, and this was the polar opposite. She had the weight advantage, the strength advantage, and being out of her mind wouldn’t hurt her chances, either.

He needed to escape. Now.

Growing frantic, he started to push hard against Selina, squirming his way out and trying to reach the ropes before she could do...whatever horrible thing she had in mind.

The moment Selina felt her shoulder ram into her smaller opponent, and felt his center of balance be thrown off and gravity began to drag him down to the world, her own arms wrapped around him in a sadistic embrace. She held onto him like the jaws of a predator cling to its prey, tight and merciless.

The poor boy looked winded by her tackle, somewhat out of it as she slithered atop his frame like a nightmare invading entity, making sure to keep one hand on him at all time lest he was faking his stupor and attempted to flee. Just as she was about to get settled, the poor little…what was his name? The poor little Piggy seemed to come to, both of their eyes locking for a split second. One was filled with outrageous glee, and a lusting hunger. The other suddenly realized the predicament it found itself in, and acted on instincts.

Suddenly the little Pig got much rowdier, kicking and squirming, pushing and shoving all over the place, the only thing keeping him close to in place was Selina’s own weight and one-handed grip on him. He was… surprisingly strong, eventually bucking her off enough so that he began to squirm away.

“Where are you going, little worm?” the voice did not seem worried that the man was fleeing towards the ropes, in fact, the tone seemed a bit cheerful at seeing Dmitri’s panic and retreat.

The air would begin to be filled with a round of shrieking giggles, themselves bouncing off the walls and reverberating back on themselves. It was as if everyone was giggling at Dimitri and his lack luster performance, his pathetic record, and his sad expression. And yet, no one else was laughing, only the woman inside the ring.

Inside that storm of laughter was another sound, a familiar one towards Dmitri. It sounded like a whistling wind, building louder and louder by the second. The leather snake was coming around in the air, looking to strike itself against Dmitri as he crawled towards the ropes, it’s master watching with an excited gaze, hoping her tool would make that lovely little “SNAP” and fill the air with the screams that eased her so!

There was a time when Dmitri would’ve had problems, serious problems, wrestling a nearly naked woman in front of a million people. Years ago, back when he first came to the AFW, he was still naive and shy, not having the best track record when it came to women - much less aggressive, sexually domineering women who knew how to work his inexperience to their advantage. He could get flustered, turned on, and generally melted before he could even throw a kick.

He thought those days were in the past, that he knew better now, improved control. But, as Selina laid over him with her hot breath and piercing eyes, he couldn’t shake the impression that he was taking a step back from those days. A woman had him wrapped under his finger, and he could only think of one thing to do: run.

And to his surprise, it worked out better than he’d hoped. Selina was strong, but he was no weakling, and he was able to get out from under her with a desperate burst of strength. He thought she might’ve tried to get him in a hold or something, gone for the count, but no - he was perfectly able to scramble free.

Regardless, his plan to reach the ropes was still intact. A solid idea, that. Once he could get there, he’d be able to regroup and assess his chances, and…

...what was that sound?

The whip struck Dmitri’s back like lightning, cracking so hard that it left his ears ringing. His gi provided little protection from the searing bite, and his reverberating along with the impact’s sound, filling the arena with his howls.

It was enough to bring him to his knees, and might’ve brought him even lower than that if he hadn’t managed to grab the ropes with one hand while he reached around to caress his back with the other, hissing as the pain ran its course.

“Aaaaahhhhheheheheheheheeee~”

That scream! That was what Selina had wanted to hear this whole time! It was if Dmitri’s screams were a release nozzle on a pressure cooker for Selina, letting out quite a bit of the built-up energy the sadist had bottled up. She practically squealed as loud as Dmitri screamed, the two fighters’ complete opposites, suffering and pleasure clashing in the air in a symphony that sounded as if it came straight from the bowels of hell!

The demon in leather had not even realized the volume of her own scream, her once undead pale skin becoming a flush red as desire overwhelmed her, panting heavily and steadily. Her black and gold irises only desiring more, like a greedy animal that’s hunger could never be satiated. Selina was so infatuated with Dmitri’s suffering, she did not even realize the thin layer of drool leaking out of her mask, trailing down her neck and leaving a thin, sparkly trail.

“S-so…so GOOD! They gave me a nice Piggy, a MUSICAL Piggy! What a lovely voice! What a lovely vo-ice~“ it was only then Selina seemed to notice the fluid in her mask, as an audible *slurp* came from the breathing mask. “Oh dear… I looossst myself there. Need to stay sharp, right little piggy?”

When Selina cast a glance over to Dmitri, she realized he was still on his knees, using one arm to hold onto the ropes like a lifeline. For a few seconds, she simply stared at his fallen form, watching him gently move his hand across his sore back. Her red face seemed to slowly fade away back to its pale skin, but her eyes were much, much colder then they had been before. What was once want and desire ad quickly turned to disgust and hate.

“You disgusting little worm! Crawling around in the dirt again?! Move your sorry ass!”

Another crack of the whip, intentionally missing Dmitri’s feet by mere inches. A fresh mark appeared on the rings floor where the whip’s bite had sunk deep. The demon’s anger seemed to make her weapons strike even more intense.

“Get up! These people didn’t pay to watch you drool on the floor! They came for a SHOW!”

Selina was suddenly by Dmitri’s side, and as if to demean him even further, she sent a hard kick right into the seat of his pants, casually rolling her whip around her arm once again. She began to circle Dmitri, waiting for her new pet to stand and see what it does next. Was it simply a one trick Piggy? Or did it have other tricks it was hiding from her?

Well, if it fails to entertain…At least I could still slaughter it~

If the noise that Selina was making served as any indication, she was pleased about the way that her strike had come down. Very pleased. Disturbingly pleased. Pleased on a level that bordered obscene. Her ability to withstand pain was uncomfortably paired with her ability to withstand, making for a lot more problems than he was willing to deal with. Chief among them? He needed to figure out a way to damage her. One that didn’t require firearms.

So far he was coming up short on that line of thought, and having his back lit on fire did nothing to help his concentration, big surprise. Nor were the frankly disturbing things that were coming from Selina’s mouth, and he wasn’t just talking about the words she spoke. There was an inhuman quality to the simple way she breathed. And was that slurping? Was she drooling? In the mask?

God, he needed to get an agent.

He was driven out of his temporary reflection when Selina lashed out and lit the canvas up with her whip, startling Dmitri and probably everyone else within a mile radius. It was a warning shot, and the only one he’d be getting.

He was about halfway up when a kick landed against his backside, nearly putting him down again. It stung, made worse than normal by her heel, and it served as a painful reminder that defense wasn’t going to work well against this woman. He needed to take the fight to Selina, and he had to do it in a better way than he’d managed so far.

So, with that in mind…

Dmitri popped up to his feet, spun about, and charged forward, trying to grab Selina’s leg and push his shoulder into his stomach, aiming to get her down on the floor. This time with him on top.

Selina had only circled Dmitri once, maybe twice, and already her irritation was palpable. The “click” of her heels became louder and more defined as she marched about her piggy’s fallen form, like a cat wanting to play with its toy. It was around the fourth time she circled him that she finally stopped behind him and crossed her arms, looking down at the man in bored disapproval.

She didn’t even say anything. All the demon did was heave a heavy sigh and move forward, arm outstretched to grab ahold of her puppet and make it move on her own. That was when Dmitri made his move, catching his foe completely unaware.

The martial artist easily snatched up his foe’s leg and slammed a shoulder into her stomach, bringing the demon down with a perfectly executed textbook takedown. Within seconds, he was on top of her, looking as if he was going for a mount with the sadist woman still recovering underneath. She moved a hand to rub the back of her head, and upon realizing Dmitri and her current position, the sadist…blushed?

The eyes strangely had none of the ill intent before. In fact, they seemed to dart around, never staying in one place for more then a second. When they accidentally met with Dmitri’s eyes, they noticeably flicked away faster then any other time, and the demon moved to cover her chest with her arms, what little that did. For a moment, she actually turned her head to look away in embarrassment from her male foe, until something seemed to click in her head.

“o-oh, right, sorry…the match. I forgot, I’m sorry…”

Selina finally turned her head back and cleared her throat, closing her eyes for a brief moment. When they opened, the same lustful gaze as before greeted her foe.

“My my, such a booooolld piggy! What an interesting trick you pulled, but a RUNT SHOULD LEARN IT’S PLACE!!!”

The fear inducing shriek was quickly followed up with a horrific grab, Selina’s powerful arm looking to snatch at Dmitri’s gi and possibly rip him off of her, but leaving her open to attack!

Dmitri swore, every time he thought that this match couldn’t get weirder, that it had reached a zenith of strangeness, that his foe couldn’t became any more unorthodox, something happened that just took it to an entirely different level.

When he’d plowed into her, Dmitri had some expectations. He was banking on her going down, at least. She had the size and height advantages, couldn't get around those, but he was once again figuring that her rather unique choice of wrestling gear would work in his favor. He could get her down and keep her down without too much effort, and then...he wasn’t completely sure what he’d go with from there. But it would be an improvement.

He figured she’d react the same way she’d react to everything so far. Say something weird, probably call him a piggie. Stuff like that.

Instead, he got shyness. A blush. Whispered, hushed words. It was as if, for one quick second, Selina changed into a different woman. Same barely covered body, but a wholly different demeanor.

And then she went right back to normal. Relatively speaking.

Her sudden change left him startled, so much so that he couldn’t really stop her from grabbing hold of him and sending him rolling, tumbling over her fallen form, using his gi for a handhold. He rolled with it instead of fighting it, though, and managed to end up in a crouch. Hoping to nail her before she could get back up, he swung his leg around, hoping to hit her in the chest. It was a big target, made sense to hone in on it and maximize chances.

Selina tossed Dmitri away from her like he was a crumpled-up piece of paper, something that was practically weightless and had so little meaning it hardly deserved attention. What ever embarrassment she may have had, she did a wonderful job of hiding it behind that twisted mask of hers. She sat back up, rubbing the back of her head and casting a quick glance at her foe.

He seemed none the worse for wear, in fact he actually used the throw, rolling to lessen the impact and going into a low crouch in a rather impressive display of martial prowess. It even seemed to hold Selina’s attention, the domme tilting her head in curiosity as she viewed Dmitri’s new stance.
Perhaps that was the reaction he had intended, because Selina was left wide open for his attack. His leg swung around, much like her whip, and crashed against her bosom, sending a powerful and sharp pain across her chest and through her body.

“NYAHAAAA!!!~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥”

That kick seemed to illicit the strongest reaction yet! Selina’s pale face turning so red, steam seemed to radiate off of her face, and her eyes gave away her pleasure! Har arms instinctively moved to protect her chest, but the golden hearts in her eyes practically screamed for more.

She moved quick, lunging towards her crouching foe, looking to tackle him once again but this time with a far more sinister intention. If he was too slow, her arms would lace around his ribs in a tight embrace, and her legs would entwine with his, effectively knotting their bodies together. Those wanting eyes would eat every detail of Dmitri’s face as Selina began to squeeze him tightly with her arms and legs, like a cold boa constrictor crushing its prey before it finally ate them up.

Some of the more perverted members of the crowd seemed to be eating the whole thing up, some cheering for Selina to “break the pig”, other for Dmitri to “Punish” Selina. It was all well in good, but the Princess seemed to be completely focused on her gi wearing toy~