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

In hindsight, the look in Selina’s eyes should’ve been a good tipoff that closing the distance with her like this was, mayhaps, not the best tactic. Then again, the ‘best’ tactic for Selina would probably involve being as far away from her as humanly possible, so he was already in the danger zone.

But he was in this with the intention of winning, so that meant giving her everything he could muster to put her down. That included kicks. Strong kicks, swift and sure and accurate. He’d won competitions with them, had made it far in Tae Kwon Do, and he knew he could count on them for this.

That was his initial thought, anyway. Before Selina made that noise.

It was an inhuman noise, like something from a great demon, and it sent shivers down Dmitri’s spine - not the first time that happened today, but the worse. It was a distraction, most importantly, one so great that he didn’t have near enough time to react to Selina’s charge. Down he went, with her on top.

This time, there was no squirming out, as she clamped down with all the force and ferocity of a starving predator. He fought and kicked and jerked about, but there was no escape. She had him, and the best he could do was endure...whatever it was that came next.

”Get…” He grunted, pushing at her barely-covered chest. ”Get off!”

He didn't like that look in her eye. Not one bit.

She couldn’t resist…Selina really couldn’t resist! It felt so nice, the pain so sharp and refreshing, and the placement was just perfect for maximum shame! She couldn’t have begged for a better attack and the piggy sssssimply gave it to her! ~ He was generous! Far, far too generous~ He looked so tasty! So yummy! And yet Selina just wanted him cloooooose! He was resisting in her grasp, but she would not let him go free as she had done previously. He was strong, but her desire was overwhelming!

“Dmiiii~triiiiiii~”

Like a cruel signal, that name seemed to set something off in Selina’s body, her forearms closing around the martial artist tighter and tighter! Squeezing him like a living compressing machine! Her legs that were like spiders wrapped around Dmitri’s limbs and seemed to squeeze down on them, pulling them apart and keeping them from moving too much. Selina squeezed and squeezed and squeezed! She could feel his back begin to crack under the pressure, but still the Princess wanted to be closer to her pet, her chest squished up against his, as if she was trying to feel his heart with her own.

Why did he have to look at her like that? Oh, that disgusted look was simply intoxicating! It was as if he was looking at pure trash, a monster of lust! To her excited shame, that look simply pushed her even further into her desire!

“~Haaahhh!~ Scream for me, won’t you? I don’t want to break you so just screeeeeam!”

Another audible *slurp* under that mask of her, like she was chomping at the bit to bite right into Dmitri were it not for that muzzle of a mask to stop her from her ravenous desire.

It was like something out of a horror movie. A western horror movie, anyway.

Dmitri had been struggling, trying hard to evade the horrific entity he was up against. He’d run. He’d hid. He’d fought as best as he could. But there was no stopping this crazed, implacable force, no way to do anything but slow it down, and in the end, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened: he was caught, and the pain began.

What startled him right away was how strong Selina was. He wasn’t a weak man himself, though it didn’t show too well through the gi. He had muscles. He worked out. Not a body builder by any real definition of the word, but he had more going on than most.

With this woman, though, that strength seemed to count for little and less. Her clutches were like iron, and any struggles he made seemed to just egg her on, making her close tighter and tighter. Things went from restricting to uncomfortable to painful in short order, and his mental state wasn’t helped by that disturbing slurping, either.

Selina wanted screams? She’d get screams. Nice, long, choking ones from a body that was becoming increasingly starved for oxygen, as his organs were compressed into a far tighter space than they were ever designed for. Through it all, the best Dmitri could do was trying to get arm free, wriggle out, anything. He even swung his head into hers, hoping to force her loose with a headbutt. Not his style, but neither was being crushed into unconscious.

Like a giant python, Selina continued to wrap around Dmitri and squeeze down on him tighter and tighter each passing second. Sure, the hold hurt at first, but Dmitri would find himself in excruciating pain within seconds of being in the hold. His arms were locked tight in her grasp, adding to the pressure towards his ribs. Her long legs restrained his feet and pulled them apart, keeping them from finding any solid ground to attempt a counter. Finally, their chests compressed against one another, keeping Dmitri from getting any air at all, and forcing what little he had out in the most painful way possible.

The only relief he would find is when he screamed, just as she asked. Her crushing power faltered, if only ever so slightly, so long as the wail echoed out in the arena. Selina’s face was inches away from the poor martial artist, and every time he howled, she seemed to watch him like he was a musician, taken by his stunning performance and the primal beauty he put into every screech that trembled out to his audience.

He wriggled a moved about, but the sadist paid no mind to his struggles. At least, not until he slammed his forehead into her own.

The first headbutt was enough to knock her out of her own trance, finally focusing on the man in her grasp rather than his screams. The next one elicited an angry hiss, and a quick shake of the head. The third and final headbutt finally shook Selina lose from her squeezing hold, the villain falling onto her side griping her skull. It seemed she had gotten too excited from his previous agonies, her body getting used to the constant adrenaline spikes, with her odd resistance to pain slowly beginning to fade away from her.

For the first time in the match, Dimitri’s strikes did not bring the princess pleasure, but suffering as they had intended. The two fighters both seemed winded by the others attack, clutching their wounds and working through the pain. It seemed it would be a good few seconds before either of them was able to stand and fight once again.

The pain wasn’t the worst thing about all of this. Oh, it did hurt, there was no questioning that, but Dmitri had honestly learned to deal with pain well enough since he came to the AFW. He could weather a lot and keep going, had taken damage from some of the strongest Tension had to offer. Never beat them, sure, but he’d survived longer than most would. Just because he was a beancounter didn’t mean he couldn’t take a hit.

No, the worst thing about his situation was the breathing. Or the lack thereof.

Comparing Selina to a python wasn’t a big stretch. The more Dmitri struggled, the more she squeezed, and breathing was becoming a challenge. He was in serious danger of being smothered. What was more, she didn’t seem to have any interest in making him tapout, like she was just drawing this out for her own sadistic whims. Definitely not something he wanted to be a part of.

So the relief he earned with the headbutt was welcome. Brief, he knew, but he’d take it, especially since it seemed to do the trick even better than he was hoping. He was hurting, but so was she. For the first time, there was something to exploit. Knowing a good thing when he saw it, Dmitri decided his best shot was to lock her down while he had the chance, and the best way he could think of doing that was with his best weapons: his legs.

Rolling over to his side, he grabbed Selina’s head, pulled it between his thighs, and attempted to lock her in a tight headscissors. It wasn’t the sort of move he normally used, but he’d had this done on him enough time to get the mechanics down well enough, and it would serve a purpose, here - locking her down. Whittling away at her strength.

The three consecutive headbutts gave Selina a rather painful headache that seemed to stab at her forehead and around the nasal cavity of her skull. The headache served to blur her vision for a bit as well, the whole ring and the referee were fuzzy, like they had a thin layer of cotton glued over them all. The world was constantly shifting on its axis, making it difficult for Selina to even figure out where she even was inside the ring.

I hope I didn’t get a concussion…

Before she could even attempt to sit up, two strong, but rough hands grabbed onto her skull and forcibly moved it, repositioning it. The jostling movement simply served to further confuse the Princess, making her slightly sick in the process. Dmitri set the masked skull down on his soft thighs, which felt like cheap pillows thanks to his Gi covering them up. The martial artist quickly squeezed down on her head with a classic head scissor hold.

Needless to say, the new pressure on her skull only served to highlight her thudding headache, making it worse while also forcing her to sit in one spot. Naturally, her arms moved to pry at Dmitri’s legs, trying to force them apart as best as she could, though it would be a difficult task due to her swirling head and poor position. She did not even seem to remember her whip, wherever it may be.

Oddly, her “lust” was not really kicking in. The three strikes to the skull made it hard to get excited about anything. It actually made the Princess rather groggy, and so she remained quiet while trapped in between the mans legs.

Dmitri could almost hear his former teachers chiding him about the way this match was going. He should’ve stayed on his feet, they would’ve told him. Should’ve done a better job of keeping Selina at a distance. Headbutts? They hadn't taught him to use headbutts, where had that come from? He could almost feel their scornful gazes coming from miles away.

Well, none of them had ever had to deal with a fight like this, so they would just have to suck it up and live with disappointment. None of them had ever had to deal with crap like this.

The headbutts, gauche as they were, did the trick, stunning Selina and making her back off, if only for a little while. It was enough for him to get a hold in, and his scissorhold did a good job of pacifying her. Almost too good, really. She was getting quiet, way too quiet for a woman who’d been so vocal - and crazy - throughout this bout. He didn’t want to worry, knew he shouldn’t, but…

Well. Old habits die hard.

”Are you…” He eased up on the hold and sat up, getting a better look at her now that she’d calmed down. Seemed relatively safe. ”Are you okay?”

Some in the crowd were chiding him, getting at him for not going hard now that he had an advantage, but he wasn’t too worried. The hold was solid, and he could always clinch it back in, if need be.

Selina’s head hurt. It hurt quite a bit. Like there was some sort of jackhammer inside her skull, pounding away at the center, its violent vibrations rattling her brain and intensifying the suffering. Dmitri’s steel thighs on each side of her head hardly helped, and it began to get to the point where she Selina thought her head might just pop right off the neck, like some twisted toy.

Selina was hardly speaking. Hardly moving, really. Any of her “want” and “need” was gone for the moment. The woman craved physical pain, humiliation, but this headache was…different. Concerning. She was no longer the Princess of Pleasure of Pain…just Selina. She couldn’t get into character when she couldn’t even think about the position, she was in. How could she lap up her own degradation when her mind was a total blank?

Her hips squirmed, but that was all she did when trapped in between Dmitri’s legs. She made very little noise, and her once active glare seemed to become a thousand-yard stare.

Her head lulled to the side as Dmitri relaxed his head, finally letting some pressure off her neck and skull. Selina was astonished that he sounded much clearer then before, if a little loud.

“M-my…head…hurts.”

She began to move, though she didn’t seem to realize it herself. Her arms shifted under her, and she rolled over as if she had just woken up. She paused, a bit of a rush hitting her head as she finally began to move. Her head met resistance against…something. Her mask’s air holes becoming muffled and covered.

It took her a second for her eyes to focus, and even as she did, his blinding white gi made it difficult to tell what happened. She blinked, once, twice, and then her eyes shot open wide. The skin under the mask turned a bright pink as she stared at what her mask had bumped into.

The tip of Selina’s mask was softly buried in Dmitri’s crotch.

“e-ehhhhh?!?!?”

She pulled away, desperately. Her movements were still sluggish, but it seemed her embarrassment had given some life to her. If Dmitri closed his hold around her again, she would indeed be stuck, but her resistance would be far more brutal.

“Let go! Let go!”

Something was very, very wrong here.

And Dmitri wasn’t just thinking about the obvious when that thought popped into his head. Yes, this was a weird match. Yes, it was a bout between a man using Tae Kwon Do to fight a giant, crazed dominatrix with a whip, but that was the sort of weirdness he’d grown accustomed to. That was wrestling weirdness.

No, this was the kind of the weirdness that had him legitimately worried for his opponent’s health. His first tell was the look in her eyes - the mania was gone. Before, she looked like a predator seeking her prey, a lioness on the hunt. Now she had the eyes of a dear caught in the headlights, with a car barreling towards her. She wasn’t taunting him, wasn’t hissing at him, wasn't even really fighting back.

It was like the woman he’d been fighting was had suddenly swapped brains with someone else - a scared, confused person who didn't’ deserve any of this.

So he did the only thing he could really do - he let her go.

Uncoiling his legs, he rolled away and went to his knees, looking down on her concerned. The audience was just confused now, muttering, murmuring and booing, but he didn’t pay them any mind.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Things were becoming much clearer as time passed, the dull throbbing in Selina’s head just starting to subside as she began to feel normal again. The previous scare was still running through her, and the scantily clad woman pulled away from Dimitri as if he was the one who had been slobbering and hissing the entire match. As soon as he loosened his legs, the very moment, his muscles went slack, the masked woman pulled her head away and practically fled to the corner, looking at Dimitri like an abusive monster that was forcing himself onto her. Her arms covered her chest, and those alien eyes looked about ready to burst into tears at any moment. Those golden irises kept darting around, looking for anything that could pose a threat or a danger to her. It was an odd shift in character, and it would take the dominatrix a good few seconds to realize that the crowd was booing at them both. Her face turned red, and before anything else could happen, she hid what was visible of her face in her hands.

“I screwed it up. I didn’t mean to, Dmitri…I’m sorry. I did all those things to you and I still couldn’t get it right, now the audience hates us. I’m so sorry, b-but I’ll fix it!”

The woman shakily tried to stand, her arms still trying to cover what she could as she found her way to her feet. Whether Dimitri was ready or not, Selina moved a hand towards her whip, snatching it up and letting the leather fall to the ground.

“Y-you w-w-w-w-on’t……G-get away from me, pi-pi-pi-Piggy!” she perhaps tried to say in a loud voice. The way she spoke, it was like a kindergartener trying to stand up to an older bully. Her hand moved in an arc, the whip cracking a thunderous snap in the air, half the audience expecting the once sadistic Domme to jump in fear of her own weapon, but she held her ground, continuing to send random cracks of her whip in Dmitri’s direction.

The jeers and boos of the crowd were starting to reach her, cold, heartless insults were being slung at both Dimitri and her. Her face was already red, and so many people were ripping her apart with their words. Her heart began to fasten its pace, her breathing becoming heavier as she endured the embarrassment, Selina’s excitement creeping up on her again.