Saskia Schleswig-Holsten vs. Akino Sanada - The Same Coin

Saskia had the feeling that Akino knew better when she made that interesting comment about her personal space being violated. In this current lifetime, the European never had met a submission specialist who somehow didn't like being close. Which was a terrible juxtaposition to have. Saskia, of course, hasn't seen much of Akino's striking ability so it's hard to gauge if she could advise that the cycloptic maid was using a style she wasn't comfortable with. Of course, it is most likely that her frazzled mind was the culprit to having that nonsensical line blurted out from her lips. Although it does add some entertainment to all of this, especially as Akino is, dare she says, getting comfortable underneath Saskia.

And whilst on top, the Swiss-German was moving two steps ahead from Akino, her legs snaking around her opponent's, her fleshy thighs mingling with the bluenette's own. Which is the only part of the body where Saskia could enjoy flesh on flesh. Her bare thighs enjoyed it as Akino's would try to fight against it, adding more to the scrubbing as well as her crotch grinding on Akino's. But there is still one part that is completely covered, courtesy of Akino herself, and denied much of Saskia's enjoyment. If only she was wearing a bikini like her. Certainly would be much more enjoyable. But the layer of clothing wasn't too thick and she was getting something out of it, grinding her abs right on hers. Considering Akino was slowly becoming less resistant and flexed steel to a soft, melted and compliant mess. Pressed closely, muscles struggling to expand against one another, Saskia would just simply hold her ground as her size and deceptive strength kept Akino trapped in place. The girl seemingly knew she was trapped and that meant she also knew she was a plaything for now. Disconnecting her forehead, she leaned back, watching with a wry smile as Akino's stiffening nipples smoothed and scrubbed up her own, nearing Saskia's. She sighed as she felt them brush with her own...

... And promptly rolled her shoulders forward.

Enormous, perking breasts moved forwards in a wave of malleable, mashing flesh, drawing a lewd moan out of the European Submissionist. Akino's belly would no doubt feel a great pressure as the loving tummy pressing into it grew firm and hard. Rows of abs expanded and hardened, crushing into Akino's and daring her to exhale her breaths, Saskia's minty breath breathing into her face. Swelling tits mashed downwards, nipples nearly touching and swiping over one another, as the raw volume of her breasts engulfed and mashed down onto the Bluenette's, forcing them to expand to the sides from the sudden weight. "Gut." She purred. "Then what I'm doing is having it's desired effect." The Swiss-German continue, casually letting the amplified weight flatten Akino. She wasn't a power-based wrestler... but she loved to indulge when she had the advantage. At the very least Akino wasn't so threatening and prickly now from when they started. As if that part of her had melted away with her mind. And her body will follow soon after. Slowly, she began to lick and nuzzle at Akino's neck, travelling to her earlobes, and finally suckling on her cheeks as she even rubbed her flexed biceps into her opponent's.

Akino was no stranger to having her submission strategy be soundly undone by some muscle-bound jock having to use blockheaded brute force to power his way out of her joint manipulations or takedowns. While not always a hurdle she couldn't overcome, she had been on the losing side of enough ripped meatheads to incorporate a fairly competent striking game into the mix should her submissions not be doing the job of taking them down for the tap out. Leaping knee strikes to mangle a few broken noses and palm strike uppercuts to clock a few jaws certainly got the message around that she wasn't a one-trick/one-eyed pony when tussling in whatever less than reputable underground fighting pit she happened across in her time before AFW. But none of those techniques were going to be of much assistance when she didn't have a leg to stand on or arm to shoot punches with. The straining resistance in her thighs softening to a tension-less slump down to the canvas against the flexing compression of Saskia's smooth leg muscles, with her hands still trapped above her head thanks to her own mistakes from the distraction that came from playing along with Saskia's incessant compulsion to be a chatterbox. Akino sporting a half-lidded, frazzled stare upward as the Swiss-German seemingly eased up on her at long last...

...just to indulge herself again in a affectionate yet commanding mashing together of Saskia's grinding physique against Akino's yielding softness. Whatever lewd moans being suppressed by Akino's last vestiges of defiance being shuttered out from the swelling caress of their crotches and mushing together of their blooming breasts, with a deep inhalation of the air now slightly coated with the scent of Saskia's minted breath. The Swiss-German's flexing abdominals squashing down on Akino along with the rest of her lovely musculature until the irate maid sank deeper into the floor with their simmering, sweaty body temperatures making all of this as effective as it was soothing. Akino couldn't believe how South this had all gotten, and in record time no less. Pathetic and humiliated just about rightfully summed up the torrent of emotions encompassing Akino's immediate thoughts. A bikinied, big-breasted fashion model, or whatever the hell she was, had played her like a guitar and outwrestled her into the submissive plaything currently on the verge of taking yet another humiliating defeat. She trembled and wiggled from the tender licks and affectionate kisses being lovingly applied to the nape of her neck and blushing cheek...the side of her face slightly turned as she panted meekly...before an equally meek voice escaped her lips. Still too embarrassed to look Saskia in the eyes, keeping her one-eyed gander averted elsewhere.

"...*pant*pant*...Ok...Ok,Ok...I'll admit...you're better than I thought. You got me, alright? Think ya could at least let my arms go, as a sign of good faith? Starting to hurt like a mother..."

Saskia believed that Akino hasn't really been in this sort of position, the slightly larger woman doing her very best to ease her into this new experience, inviting her into her own world. The world she herself wanted to be in when she was but a little girl.

It was a long time ago when she saw that image that would change her life. The two, sweaty, powerful figures rolling around on the tatami. Their silky hair spilt and swayed like paint in motion and the sound of the mat flattening and reinflating was at a steady constant. Legs tangled, bellies rubbed and breasts mashed together. There seemed to be no real rhythm or rhyme for the wild rolling and grinding of the two six-foot ladies but the young Saskia was distracted by the very intimate approach of trying to pin one another. Eventually, one was on top, a greenette, seemingly by virtue of her more powerful musculature and beneath her the violet haired woman undulated left and right. It didn't stop the older woman from grinding up and down, albeit with more restraint, partially because one of her legs had been caught in a squeeze by the pinned woman. Their massive breasts seemed to be fighting a war of their own, nearly of equal density and size as they slid over and against one another, with the humpier of the two able to pin one down for a few seconds at most. She had her attention mostly on the grinding of their abs. The Swiss-German could remember that sound, tensed flesh meeting and going over one another, audible to the point it sounded like scratching and it only seemed to get harder and harder. A full minute later and the shorter-haired lady was pinned, her eel-like motions stopped as the older one fully covered her, legs now brought under control. It was as much as she had seen, right until Saskia remembered she had to be home.

And just around the time, her attention would come back from the past to the present, words coming from the petite bluenette who had to bear all of the sensual, yet crushing pin. The space between them had grown lesser and lesser and how the full mass of Saskia's breasts was forcefully rolling over her opponent's. Any more and she could either flatten them over her ribs and collarbone...or squish out to the side. A flush formed on the European's face, yet her smile was anything but shaky. Not that Akino would know as she refused to look her in the eye. The admission certainly was good though. Came to it pretty quickly. Just took a bit of coaxing for it to happen. "Mmmm~...That wasn't so hard now, isn't it?" She teased, giving a little shimmy of her breasts. Bringing the once prickly Akino into more of a meek and humble fiddle to play with. She looked like she was in thought, looking around at the audience who is certainly enjoying this showcase of sensual dominance. "Hmm...since you've been pretty humble, I suppose I can grant your request." Slowly, the Swiss-German would release her hands-on Akino's, planting them across the sides of her body. She was aware of her surroundings and knew this was a risk. Which is where she decided to play a little game.

Despite letting go of her arms, Saskia's powerful abs tensed even harder. Raw friction, like a wet towel with the gripping power of sandpaper, scrapped up the cycloptic maid's tummy. Strong abs dug into the bluenette's, seemingly cutting into them with every inch of her warm skin tugging and kissing, sliding and grinding up against her belly with intense and sticky heat. As if every millimetre of her toned tummies was trying to catch and pull against one another. Vibrations of pleasure travelled across to their nerves, as much as she could when Akino's is covered, the sort that would force even the most inert of bodies to tense and tighten with arousal. A tension and tightness that would render one stiff with a desire for more, bodies tight from sheer pleasure. Saskia wondered if Akino could resist it all if she could even keep up the defiance as she looks to grind out every iota of it.

...It was harder to say than Saskia probably realized. Especially coming from someone who was as stubbornly prideful as Akino was(which her ex-girlfriend would emphatically attest to), and who was dead-set on no longer coming off as a pushover after suffering a humiliating string of losses that made her question her abilities in the first place. Her first run in AFW being an unadulterated disaster that felt like ardously climbing up the side of a mountain only to be kicked off the rocky slope several times, with the last attempt being done her by former partner/lover. After enduring all of those "delightful" setbacks, who wouldn't be driven headfirst into a gloomy, depression-addled miasma of anime-binging and basically becoming a reclusive hermit lady? To which it took an iron-will, renewed conviction, and a few select friends almost literally tugging her out of her apartment by her legs to free her from. So yes...all things considered, Saskia should be wearing Akino's begrudging admission of respect as a badge of honor to wear on her...bikini. Or whatever she normally dresses in when not taking her time in salaciously pacifying women in the ring with nothing more than sweet nothings whispered into their ear and a wiggling shake to their mushed breasts.

After taming Akino to be about as submissive and obedient as her fetishistic attire would have you believe, Saskia saw fit to at least acquiesce to her humble request of unlocking her arms. But not without reminding the maid who was in charge by tightening her taut abdominals against the softened and pliant flesh of Akino's stomach. "Mmmnfgh..." A flinching tremble and quivering ripple of repressed arousal nearly making Akino forget why she wanted her arms free in the first place. She wriggled and squirmed but ultimately sank back down in resignation after now knowing what it was like to be dominated by nothing more than flexing abs mashing against her. Whatever rebellious inferno that Akino had entered this match was being tactically smothered out into nothing more than a sparking ember beneath the grinding undulations of the sensual professional, whom the maid could now undeniably confirm was not just some lingerie model with a foreign accent. The otaku maid breathing heavily from the sweltering warmth of the commanding embrace that darkened her maid outfit from the sweat-soaked moisture absorbed and clung tightly to her as if she came up on the winning end of a wet T-shirt contest. Akino scrapping up the wherewithal to twist her head and finally give Saskia the respect of looking her in the eye, panting deeply with a crimson blush, revealing in her half-lidded eye the defiant glint of a prideful tomboy who didn't quite know what to say in the face of being rendered so completely spellbound and spiritless...

...and who Akino hoped wouldn't notice her extended left arm gravitating, shifting, creeping towards the adjacent bottom rope.

It is no surprise as to why Saskia preferred her opponents to have similar attire or at the very least something which exposed the natural abs. Wearing something this frilly was only going to get in the way and if the European wasn't currently in the moment as it is then a strip down would be needed. However...Akino actually wearing this fetishistic attire made sense. The irony was as obvious to the crowd that is just watching this unique domination the Swiss-German was delivering, her abs doubling as both a massage and something to grind Akino's own abs into a paste. Soft as a fresh towel but once the scrubbing commenced, it is anything but. Like a tide of waters seeping against weakened stone and mud, that smooth belly of hers proved itself tough and reliable. Her opponent's abs were cute; they were perked with tension, slathered in a layer of sweat, tense and defiant...But they were also helpless. Licking her lips, Saskia pushed without flexing. It was strange; her once hard, iron-like belly was now moulding to Cycloptic Maid's as if massaging it now in apology; soft skin kissing and caressing tough and hardened muscles, teasing their battle-readiness with a warm embrace. It was such a simple manoeuvre but it wasn't solely romantic. Slowly, Saskia kept sponging and sliding her belly up and down the Japanese girl's, teasing muscles further and further. It wasn't just a moistness in her legs and a perking in her nipples Akino would feel. Her own abs were being coaxed to tense harder and harder, turning from defiant and lustful strength to needy and quivering arousal, hardening involuntarily."Tsk tsk, are you getting a little excited sweetie?" Saskia said, drawing nearer. A bit of innuendo but it has a double meaning. One might expect to talk about Akino's crotch, but it is, in fact, the area of the abs which is now worked up to the point of being soaked in sweat. "That tummy of yours feels so hard... so shaky."

Slowly, Saskia's once-moulded belly now began to expand and harden as she took in a deep breath. The soft flesh once massaging and servicing Akino's started to stretch and recede as the harder muscle it hid now emerged. Pulling herself closer still; abs now bumped against abs and the bigger woman's revealed their true power, expanding and squishing down the aroused pair to dispel any iota of resistance and the thought they could stand against them."Ah, the feeling of a young flower slowly giving in~" She teased, nuzzling cheek to cheek, her breasts now scrubbing her opponent's, making sure their nipples would cross as she did so. "Just with my tummy I'm making you a play-thing~" It truly is an astonishing display indeed and Akino could say she has gotten the best experience ever. So much that she seemed to absolutely love having her own abs wilt underneath superior ones...

...That is until she caught something in the corner of her eye on one of the arms shifting and creeping away towards the ropes. And before the tip of her finger could even touch that bottom ring rope, her hand quickly grasped it, like a snake catching its prey before it could getaway. Even her tummy grinding came to an abrupt halt. "Naughty, naughty girl." In her sing-songy voice that whispered in Akino's ear that couldn't bode well for the maid. Lifting her upper body up, she would begin to roll Akino over, all in the efforts to put her laying on her grinded out belly.

Fantastic.

Not two matches into her self-proclaimed career resuscitation after an utterly abysmal initial run, and Akino was already on the brink of being submitted via affectionate cuddling. She was beginning to get the nagging impression that utter embarrassment just seemed to follow her around no matter where she went, no matter what wrestling league defected to. Like a dark comedy act where Akino's frantic attempt at escaping a nagging nuisance via plane, train, or automobile only resulted in her being confronted with it wherever she stopped to rest her weary feet. As was the case right now, where she had effectively been subdued into a quivering shell of her former self by the grinding tension of the bikinied Swiss-German's abs masterfully dominating the Otaku maid's slackened stomach. The pinpoint accuracy of Saskia's tightening muscles bullying Akino downward before softening up into a snuggling and affectionate cuddle were all toying with the maid's subconscious desires to the point she didn't know whether she really wanted out of this demeaning predicament or not anymore. What little resistance Aki had being snuffed out by the sensual bumpngrind session going on with her sole eye went listless as a slight trail of saliva could be seen from the side of her panting mouth, the other side being lovingly nuzzled by the twin-tailed Swiss-German. Swelling their smooth mounds together to a smushed compression, and a teasing cuddle from one crotch to the other. Akino being draped and covered from head to toe with this lady's flawless physique and perfume scented musk that, along with the sweet nothings whispered into her ear, really did make Akino feel like a sweat-slathered rag-doll for Saskia to have complete dominating control over. Not even having her hands freed resulted in a retaliatory strike from the frazzled maid...

...although it did result in the gradual extension of her other hand. Crawling finger by finger like a certain Addam's Family member as if it had a life all it's own. The rational part of Akino's thoughts leaving it all up to this Hail Mary attempt to get a rope break from the referee before this match ended up being woefully cut-short, and in a manner somehow more humiliating than when Akino was jobbed out in back to back submission losses. The fact that Saskia was so enraptured with all of this snuggling meant that their was a slim, hopeful, fleeting chance that she would be too distracted to notice the subterfuge going on right above their heads. The tip of her middle finger inching ever so much closer to the bottom rope before the cold hand of reality snapped upon her arm. "can't blame a girl for tryin, right?..." Akino said after scrunching her face in damning fury as Saskia ominously whispered into her ear foreboding words but in a sunshine voice, the maid shivering in unease before being rolled over to flop onto her battered/massaged stomach with a slight wiggle to her pantied rump that was thankfully unnoticeable underneath her frilly skirt. Tumbling her farther from the ropes and making that escape possibility now a seemingly impossibility. The flustered Otaku maid deeply breathing hot breaths as the side of her crimson face was squished against the canvas, the badass submission artist looking like a rag-dolled play toy that is now willing to admit she might be in over her head here.

Despite coming into the match against a supposed “badass submission specialist”, this was going fantastic for the twin-tailed European. More than fantastic even.

Not even two matches into her breakout career as the next best thing to come out of Seaside Wrestling League and Saskia was showcasing a dominant display, something that SWL fans would come to expect. And it wasn’t due to an excruciating hold that hyperextended a joint, or crushed the air out of the otaku maid’s lungs. In fact, it’s not even via a submission manoeuvre. It’s simply just by a body-to-body pin. Granted, this was perhaps close to the latter point stated earlier, her own abs and body weight squeezed out most of the oxygen out of the subservient badass like squeezing toothpaste out of a tube. Surges of passionate pleasure pressed itself onto Akino as gentle seductiveness and sensual scrubbing transformed into an enveloping, dominant, squashing force. The petite bluenette would have realised this much sooner before her mind went blank, but despite the supermodel looks, Saskia was a clever wrestler; she felt the way her opponent's muscles struggled to maintain form earlier as they now begged for hers to conquer them. Her opponent's breasts would now be cutely mashed, notably spread out over both their bodies as her own sponged her chest. And her patient crotch kissed against Akino's, sliding slit over slit with a gentle yet deadly eroticism to it. Where Saskia's abs had once teased hers, now they tensed and hardened, pushing outwards as volume and density combined. Every inch of them clung to and gripped Akino's while crushing into them, scratching with sheer friction as the bigger woman began a slower steamrolling grind, slowly scrubbing herself at a slug-like pace up and down her, bathing her in sweat, sultry affection, and squashing force, ending after five great scrubs until a hand grabbed onto Akino’s arm. Her hand to be exact.

While she may be enjoying this sultry affair, Saskia was still cognizant to her own surroundings. And she hasn’t forgotten where she is in this ring either, neither did she forget the fact that she let go of her Akino’s arms. True, the Swiss-German had banked on Akino being so out of it that she would have forgotten what she came for and would prefer to be underneath the loving embrace of her body. But she hasn’t squeezed out every ounce of iota from the otaku maid it seems. No good deed goes unpunished. Thankfully for Akino, the match would not be woefully cut-short. However, that’s not always a good thing.

As shown when the European rolled her over whilst giggling, amused by Akino’s statement. This is a match of course so she can’t really blame her. But as she rolled the bluenette over so that her front and her abs felt not the warm and loving body of Saskia but the cool and coarse floor that is the canvas. All the while Saskia would remain on top, only that she is sitting on the maid’s back and facing her legs. The Swiss-German saw the slight wriggle of her rump as she positioned herself. And that is where a lightbulb shone over the crown of her head. Reaching down, her fingers brushed along the hamstring muscles that is the back of Akino’s thighs, a tender stroke, like a paintbrush drawing on the canvas. Her own body shined with a sheen of sweat, no doubt due to the body-to-body action that had ensued and her tummy looked no worse than before. Remaining unflexed, Saskia’s hands would reach the frilly material that had been covering up the buttocks of Akino, pinching the fabric with the tips of her fingers just to lightly peel upwards, slowly but surely exposing what is underneath the maid attire. Now uncovered, Saskia’s hands took to massaging the rump, letting them knead the glute muscles while her own rump sultry ground along the spine. “Now. For your punishment~.” Saskia would purr out before those hands that were tenderly loving the butt would suddenly smack on it, starting on one buttcheek before she would switch to the other, having a dominatrix flair to it while not being very malicious with it. Not meant to really hurt her, though that depends on how much she likes it, but leaning along the lines of absolute humiliation.

What could be construed as a mild benefit towards having the lamentable match history that Akino has had, is a will-powered endurance towards being subjected to abject humiliation like this. Whether it was being drenched from head to toe in liters of soda from the rabid fan-girls of her male model adversary....or wrestling within the oppressive heat of a sauna room in her one piece bathing suit in a losing effort to earn her freedom from her tanned slave-master/close friend. So Akino was no stranger towards having her pride taking as much of a beating as the rest of her body. Hence why, despite being squished and molded into a submissive shadow from who she usually was...there was still one sliver of stubborn resistance striving to put an end to this passionate domination. The cycloptic maid somehow having worked up more of a sweat now than when she was wrestling up a storm in the oppressive heat of an actual sauna. But unlike before, half of her struggling this time around was her fighting off the desire towards just staying put and allowing Saskia to keep grinding her into am entranced, submissive plaything and run away with this match altogether. The mental fortitude it took to not let allow her carnal wishes to take the wheel in her fuzzied mindset should have probably earned Saskia the victory just for that alone...but of course it didn't. And of course, her last-ditch attempt to make a break for freedom was curtailed by the snatching hand of the twin-tailed Swiss-German. It was almost tragic given how unbelievably close Akino had gotten to the bottom rope, but heartbreak and disappointment were just more aspects of her life she had become accustomed to by now.

"...ooph." Akino muttered with the side of face mushed into the canvas after being rolled over, an ice-cold tingle trailing down her spine from no longer having the sweltering warmth of Saskia dominantly grinding her into the floor. The bitter chill of the ring canvas making her shudder slightly before another sensation brought an altogether different shiver through her body. The milky smoothness of the maid's thighs having a slight glimmer from their sweat glossed sheen as Saskia's roaming hands lovingly massaged them, with the only immediate reaction from the maid being a grimacing flinch and the deepening blush coloring up her face. The grand unveiling of Akino's conspicuously frilly and fancy panties being a much-appreciated sight to the AFW faithful, as was the tender kneading applied to her shapely rump soon after. It was an utterly embarrassing display of just how much mastery Saskia had achieved over the frazzled maid, until her punishment only ended up ramming that point home more. Akino yelping from the first spank with a paralyzing jolt surging through her, her sole eye going wide with her mouth agape in wordless shock as she continued doling out the punishment. Each reprimanding slap to her bubbly butt sending shaking jiggles throughout, the maid stiffened her legs outward as her demeaning disciplining continued further to the audience's ogling pleasure as it was being broadcast upon the monolithic titantron. Something than snapping within the irate maid's psyche...evident from the gnashing of her teeth and her balled up fists being pounded into the canvas. The sudden adrenaline spike compelling the maid shuffle up to her knees before shooting her legs up and hopefully bucking the Swiss-German off of her.

It might come as a surprise to hear that Saskia doesn’t get many chances in giving a good spanking on her opponent. Though when you consider the kind of federation she started and grew up in, it does explain as to why she doesn’t. Which was a shame, despite the fact that body-to-body is considered a staple in Seaside Wrestling League. That’s not to say there wasn’t any flavour of humiliation, far from it. It’s mostly a tad different than the standard affair, Saskia experiencing it all and its many flavours. That isn’t the only thing that seemed to set her apart from her old league. She wasn’t just strong in certain ways but smart. Knowing all the right ways to bring untold pleasure onto an opponent, the techniques and experiences that she learnt and picked up all those years have been valuable. That is not to say that it had come very easy for her, despite the talent she had. The many times that she would be subjected to almost every woman, those around the same size and those bigger respectively to be their own humping post. The countless hours of being scrubbed, rubbed, ground, crushed, twisted…it was a price to pay. But she got better and better, experienced pretty much all that they throw at her and threw it back at them. Her first biggest victory was perhaps overcoming Laurukka Koskinen, which was considered payback for the humiliating squash match when she first started as an initiate. And it seemed to be the same expected result when they met on the mats again. That is until Saskia forced Laurukka to cum, body pressing her on the ropes and targeting her tits after a hard-fought, but earned the battle. It wasn’t that her abs were as powerful as the Ghost Queen but she knew how to arouse them enough to make her bigger breasts perkier, letting Saskia rub her underboob nips first while tribbing her out. To put to context how massive that victory was, Laurukka is nine inches taller and much bigger than Saskia, considered incredibly deadly and enough to give Musashi, the biggest woman in the league trouble. And she stands at 7’3”.

The one thing that many of the girls could attest is that the Swiss-German is versatile. Carefully studying to find the best ways to make an opponent lock up in total arousal. And while this might seem like a far cry to her usual tactics, this was still quite nice. Plus, she wanted to save the best for when she manages to get Akino out of this frilly costume. But for now, there was the punishment to be administrated, the first smack getting a good yelp, having her lockout from the paralyzing jolt that surges through her body. Letting the flesh jiggle as her legs stiffened, Saskia grinding her hips along the lower back like a sensual cowgirl. It was a sight that perhaps not many of AFW’s faithful would even get to see, especially getting to see that bubble butt getting spanked like that, enough to get a slight red hue on it. Akino funny enough having a tantrum underneath. “Have you learnt your lesson, dear child?” The exotic European would tease quite content in just staying there until she herself is satisfied…Or until Akino surprisingly bucks Saskia off, having shuffled up to her knees, the tumble wasn’t as painful, but it was fun while it had lasted. The Swiss-German got up on both knees, a bit of space between the two submission specialists. “My my~ I was beginning to think you were liking that punishment. Thought I had to be more strict with you, child~” Saskia gave a teasing wink.

One would imagine that, given all the sultry subjugation that Akino had been subjected up till now, that she would have happened upon her breaking point much sooner in the night. Perhaps when she was being choked out with her own arm, embarrassingly enough...or being grinded into the canvas until she was just a quivering and compliant plaything, lost in a passionate haze for Saskia's mirthful whimsy...or just hearing all of the insufferable nicknames the Swiss-German kept noodling up just to get into the already delirious noggin of the cycloptic maid. Akino supposed that by this point she had just become accustomed to it all...like her getting humiliated was just a joke that people joyously laughed at until their pot bellies ached. But it was one she'd heard so many times by now that it had lost all meaning to her. That by now she could just take all of the one-sided beatdowns, suffocating submission losses, and genuine embarrassment on the chin and not have her blow her stack and fly off into one of her enraged tirades. Well, it looked like Akino still had limits that could be tested...barriers that could be broached...and Saskia was successfully accomplishing all of the above. The lifelessness with which Akino had succumbed to suddenly seemed surmountable with, of all things, the reprimanding spanking of her pantied rump by her twin-tailed tormentor. Saskia doling out Akino's punishment with each slap accompanying a jiggled sway, and each one acting as an adrenaline shot to the incensed otaku maid summoning the strength to finally break free of the seductive shackles keeping her chained to the canvas.

...well, until Saskia reapplies them anyway. The one-eyed maid thrusting her tanned butt into the air before slumping down onto her hands and knees after finally getting some sorely needed space from this woman. But she remained in this position even after Saskia had propped herself on her knees.

Deep inhalations of air granted Akino the first taste of freedom in what felt like forever, drops of sweat hitting the canvas from her forehead. Never had Akino been this flustered and worked up into this much of an aroused stupor in a match before. Her heart was still pounding like a jackhammer...her mind was still racing like a Nascar in the Grand Prix...and her ass still kinda smarted from all of this. It was a swirling tempest of emotions going around inside of her trying to determine as to whether she was enjoying being Saskia's personal sex toy...but Akino did ascertain one absolute out of all of this. The maid scrunching her hands into fists onto the canvas with clenched teeth before taking a deep breath to calm herself down before propping herself up on her knees. A anguished glare of determination being directed Saskia's way before muttering..."...fuck it." Akino than did the honors herself by clamping onto the cuff of her sweat-soaked maid outfit...and yanking it over her head in a sudden undressing that left her in naught but her white bra hugging her ample breasts, frilly stockings and panties emphasizing the curvature of her assets, blue gloves, belt strap around her neck, and matching boots. "I'm probably gonna lose this match, but that's just fine. I'm more than used to it by now. So I guess the least I can do is put us on equal footing. And besides, if I am...I'd rather lose these on my own terms, if you don't mind." Akino proudly stated to the hooting and lecherous cheers at the unexpected strip-show, a shimmering gleam to the maid's milky white skin as she rolled up her outfit with a resolute glower...and shivered slightly from the cold air in the stadium.