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

In a way, Saskia can somewhat relate to Akino’s previous state as she sat on her shins, simply just adjusting her bikini top. It wasn’t as if the Swiss-German had it easy during her own wrestling career. Looking at the cycloptic maid, after being near-choked into unconsciousness by her own arm, grinded until she was mere putty underneath the larger European and recently getting spanked, Akino still had life in her to break the chains that bound her. One would thought that the bluenette simply just got used to a life of bondage, what with all the beatdowns, painful losses and embarrassment that she endured. And yet, she still has that fighting spirit. While Saskia’s career wasn’t exactly the same as Akino’s, she remembered the time when she was in a similar spot. Being a newbie in SWL meant that you’re seen as fresh meat, or in other cases, a new humping post for everyone to use until said humping post actually fights back. The way that she lost wasn’t at all brutal, especially since it just ends with a nice round of sex. Hard losses followed, which luckily for the Swiss-German did not go further than that. Those abs that they would grind on soon resisted. They found that they weren’t submissive, matches soon weren’t so easily won. Then they themselves began to struggle as Saskia’s abs overwhelm them till the walls of resistance crumbles down like the walls of Jericho. Matches became even more fun when things get competitive. See who crumbles first. Moulded in Seaside Wrestling League, she uses those tools on her victims until they become a squishy, mewling, quivering and obedient wreck.

Tools and techniques that Akino seemingly endured so far but there were still limits to be reached, that much was true. It’s natural and expected for what Akino is feeling, the kind of pain and pleasure one experiences in SWL is unlike anyone has experienced. That’s not to say AFW hasn’t seen this kind of thing before. Tatsuta played with the younger Tuya in an elegant showing that had the Mongolian tied in places she didn’t think possible. Yuudachi, the young “dog” of the league grinded Michiko down like a true beast in heat. Nagato, always the stern drill sergeant used her ruthless sexuality and stringent technique to best Amelie. Laurukka made an absolute example of Mari. Yahagi, a friend of Saskia and someone who she forced to soften and cum in a pure belly to belly contest that she thought she’d win, was always disciplined and a firebrand to some and she grinded out Anubis. But Saskia brought something new. Something that had Akino panting hard, sweating like hell and her mind racing like an Formula One car.

It was an amusing sight to see as Akino just laid there like that after Saskia has done what she did before. Even more so as her ass, which has gotten spanked thoroughly, was still exposed after Akino bucked the Swiss-German off. After a while, the cycloptic maid pushed up, breathing heavily and deeply, Saskia simply attending to the ribbons of her hair. That is until Akino does something which Saskia wasn’t expecting and yanked off the sweat-soaked maid outfit off in an unexpected undressing. Eyebrows raised, more so in curiosity and admiring what she has been hiding underneath. “My my~ Now why were you hiding this from me?” She giggled. “I must thank you though. I was going to put the work in undressing you but it turns out you save me the hassle…realising that attire was getting in the way?”

Akino certainly hoped that chill going down her spine was the result of an up-ticked air conditioning system in the arena and not the palpable sense of regret she was fighting from deep within. Shedding the thin layers of clothing separating herself from feeling every inch of Saskia's sensual proficiency grinding her into a flustered coma may not have been the wisest strategy to pull out of her playbook. But Saskia proved herself more than capable of  rocking her proverbial world with this maid outfit shielding her, so it wasn't like it was providing all that much protection for the submissionist anyway. Saskia had taken the bitterly rebellious maid and tamed her in record freaking time. Trying to recall how it all went so terribly South was a futile effort amidst the fuzzy haze that came with being...just so conquered by this weird Swiss-German with the weirder accent. Squeezed and humped into a drooling stupor with a granite-esque abdomen squishing the resistance out of her, to the point where Saskia didn't even need a dog collar and leash to demonstrate who was the domineering master and humble servant in this dynamic. Akino couldn't even attribute her miraculous escape to her own tactical expertise, or remaining calm under the heaping pressure. Her freedom was the result of nothing more than dumb, clueless luck and a raging temperament that only seemed to ignite after her cotton-pantied rump started getting spanked about to an embarrassing, swaying jiggle each-time. But their was one disheartening truth to top it all off...all of that was just the opening sequence of moves. The match only just left it's infancy...

Accepting that this match was a probable lost cause was a bitter, gargantuan pill to swallow...but...oddly enough one that actually helped her feel like a immense burden had been lifted off of her shoulders. It's not like this was her first time being stripped down to her unmentionables before anyway. Akino recalling her match with Bryan Daniels where she discarded her clothing after it was drenched in the bubbly carbonated soda of several frenzied fans of his. Now she could worry less about winning and just concentrate on the moment and bringing as much of a fight to the twin-tailed vixen before she probably ended up being humped into subservience again. And maybe finally have some fun in the process.

"...*sigh*...Wasn't "hiding" anything, ya crazy person. Whole point is to wear clothes to make it MORE difficult for your opponent to get you motor running. Not that these were doing me any good to begin with." Akino explained with a defeated sigh and shoulders slumped, still rolling up her maid outfit into a ball as she continued. Somewhat realizing that her entire thought processes towards hentai matches was being re-written this very night as she started to sulk with more of a somber and humbled tone of voice. "I think I owe you an apology from before, when I threw shade your way because you came to this match dressed...like that. I underestimated you. Guess I figured if I'm gonna lose, I may as well put us on even standing first and-" Whatever Akino was saying would be interrupted by the cycloptic maid chucking the balled up maid outfit straight at Saskia's head. A distraction and bit of foul play from the sadistic maid, than scurrying to tug on Saskia's arm while wrapping her thighs around her head for a firmly applied triangle chokehold.

Despite the nature that her bikini-clad beauties of Seaside Wrestling League brought when inside the ring, it is not impossible that one can be worked into a seized, erotic fluster and driven mad with pleasure with layers of clothes. At the very least, the frilly fabric that Akino had once adorned on her body was not irritating on her taut abdomen, one that has been forged by many women much bigger than the cycloptic mad herself. The built-up in sweat did help much; there wasn’t much of a red hue on Saskia’s stomach as she sat on her knees, stretching her shoulders, neck and spine that seemed akin to someone well versed in combat on the ground, which was a massive juxtaposition considering her appearance, something which has been quelled in the earlier minutes of this match. Still, her face kept up the appearances, playful as ever and rather grateful that the exotic European didn’t have to put in a lot of work on getting that maid outfit off the bluenette. It would have been a massive battle in of itself, although the drooling stupor that Akino was in would have made it easy, the match was still in its infancy that the diminutive Japanese woman could snap out of it. Rather, it is easy for Akino to be willing in taking it off, although battling a resistant maid had its fun. Perhaps not as fun as Akino’s abs trying to resist the skilled abs of Saskia as it easily conquered it, even with the fabric barrier that the cycloptic mad adorned.

“Mmmm~ And how did that end up for you?” Saskia hummed at the first point from Akino. “Although I will forgive you, since you don’t seem to have experienced the finer ways of the erotic arts before, much less my methods~” Akino shouldn’t be too down on that point, only a few in AFW have experienced the tactics and methods that is exclusive to those from SWL, within the many years that AFW has been in operation. Akino can be known as an expert in submissions, but so far hasn’t shown to be much of an artisan or a sensual savant in the erotic arts, which is Saskia’s world. The Swiss-German didn’t need to have her opponent naked to rock her world, showing how premature Akino’s tastes were when it came to such matters. Lacking in experience…and not yet ripe. Her diminutive body was a treat, that is something Saskia can freely admit. However, unlike most well-versed hentai combatants within AFW, the Swiss-German wanted something much more than simply sticking one’s fingers inside a woman or just kisses. Every little breath she takes, the way her mounds mould into the European’s, the way her crotch shifts and squirms. That is a deeper kiss that anyone’s lips could ever grant.

What was surprising was Akino dropping that guard, as if melting after the scrubbing Saskia administered like ice cream underneath the hot sun. Lowering her defences and giving the Swiss-German a peek into the Akino she had been hiding underneath the curt, vitriol spewing, rebellious mask that she was probably adorning. Most girls in SWL would be mocking and ripping into Akino’s admission of weakness, Laurukka herself came to mind, knowing how arrogant she would have been. But it was nice, a breakthrough seemed to have been made and perhaps they can move on without the maid simply doubting and underestimating Saskia. Not that the European didn’t mind, she was pretty much used to it, but more so for Akino that she could give her very best towards her.

Except that the “very best” from Akino involved subterfuge. The sweat-soaked fabric that the maid balled up into her hands was chucked straight at Saskia; a brief, surprised “eep” escaped her lips, previously about to open for words of encouragement as she batted it away after having it bumped at her head. Yet Saskia took the bait, and before she knew it, her arm was snagged and caught by the hands of Akino while her thighs also snagged her head. Underestimating an opponent was one thing, but foul play was another thing entirely. Shame that Akino had to resort to such tactics but it netted results for the maid: Saskia is now trapped in a move that is ubiquitous in the ring and the octagon.

Whatever experiences Akino had persevered through grappling in a maid outfit within AFW's walls, they all took a separate hand in molding her into the stable, well-balanced cosplayer she casually cavorts as...and the psychotically deranged sadist that's recently been taking up occupancy within her shattered psyche. Born disfigured in a world that idolizes beauty just meant that she was brought into this life already fighting against it. Brawling against bullies picking on the outcast...scrapping and clawing to find acknowledgment when everyone had from the offset deemed her unfit to be accepted. There were no silver linings to her stories, no happy endings to be seen on the horizon aside from what victories she could achieve in the ring...one of the scant few places in her life where she could be branded a superior. This was where she was coming from with her begrudging acceptance of her potentially inevitable loss to Saskia, and the subsequent shedding of both her clothing and some of the mental barriers she hides behind. It was "freeing", in a sense. Admitting she may very well have zero chance against someone as otherworldly an erotic competitor as Saskia is. Someone who could have put a literal dog collar and a leash on Akino given how much she owned the maid just than, all from being squished into quivering puddy from a just flexing of Saskia's taut abdomen. But "freeing", for Akino, equated to more than just a sense of relief, bliss, and acceptance. It also meant not giving a shit anymore.

Al the words she uttered while undressing and balling up her outfit were indeed genuine...including the begrudging admiration for the Swiss German. The swelling caress between their crotches and dreamlike state of compliance she had been tamed into were all experiences that had the maid yearning to once again become her submissive plaything. However...she also hated Saskia. Hated her for making her look like a complete joke of a submissionist by practically toying with her up until this point. And...Akino knew full well that all the words she's spoken up until now was nothing more manipulative mindfuckery meant to get her engine running. Sweet words dripping with honey but with a core that was nothing but rotten. Akino knew it from the beginning. And the animosity for that seductive puppeteering had been building up inside of her until a pressured *snap* went off inside of her psyche. Hence why she was so thoroughly convincing in her Oscar-worthy bit of acting to lull Saskia into a false sense of security, and into the clamped on tightness of her triangle chokehold.

"Aww~...You forgive me~...How sweet~...So you want us to be the bestest of girlfriends now? Wanna have sleepovers? Wanna have pillow fights? Make friendship bracelets?~...Huh?~..." Akino sadistically mollycoddled Saskia, whose arm was getting outstretched to it's limit with the sweat-slickened smoothness of the maid's creamy thighs mushed all around her pony-tailed head. A wiggling jostle of her legs came towards the end just to emphasize her deranged fit of questioning, but soon afterward a rolling transition would be made into a mounted triangle choke with the unhinged cosplayer seated atop her. "Hope ya don't start to hold this against me or anything...I mean, can you really blame me??!! You HAVE spent this entire FUCKING time driving me crazy...but you think maybe you could stop squirming, trying to get a good rhythm down there, ya know~..." The dilution of Akino's sole eye was not exactly a sign she was in her more "stable" state of mind at the moment as her mound nudged up against the pretty face of her captive, now undulating her hips to get that aforementioned rhythm going. Each hip thrust bringing a jiggle to her pantied butt nestled on Saskia's mushroomed breasts upon which she was comfortably seated.

Foul play in the squared circle was not something that is uncommon for Saskia, though it was rare for such a thing to arise in the heat of battle. However, it isn’t surprising when ego, hatred or downright embarrassment had been built up ever since Saskia simply toyed and owned Akino with only her taut abdomen. Despite how much hatred that the cycloptic maid would be harbouring for the Swiss-German, it was never the intention for Saskia to make her mad. Make her submissive, sure. This is a hentai match after all, peppering the air with innuendos and sultry, sweet nothings in Akino’s ear, making her yearn for the experience that only Saskia could bring…well, her and the other women that she knew from SWF is capable of that but they didn’t have the package that the Exotic European knew how to work it. Something that was completely foreign for the deranged bluenette, the admission of Akino simply admiring as much and wanting more. And who was Saskia to deny such pleasures? The cycloptic maid has gotten more of a taste and she was hooked on a more, finer approach to the erotic arts that wasn’t like the base standard.

Though after the sudden change of events, Saskia questioned if that is actually what she wanted. Or if she simply wanted to choke the lights out of her for simply toying her and making her nothing more than a submissive little plaything. With the massive dilution of Akino’s sole eye, signs point to the latter option. If the sudden rise of pressure from her creamy thighs wasn’t enough of a massive sign in the first place.

It wasn’t the first time that she had been trapped in a triangle choke with her head between thighs much bigger and much stronger than Akino’s, though that’s not to say the effectiveness isn’t lacking. Far from it. Her arm outstretched the more the cycloptic maven constricts, like a snake in its death throes, the bigger woman writhed underneath. Although the initial panic that came with the threat of being knocked out started to dissipate somewhat and her near oxygen-deprived, but still rational mind brought the thought that she wasn’t really in the threat of losing the match. Losing her consciousness, yes, but this was hardly a hentai move. It could be argued that Akino was more focused on obtaining her own euphoric release than bringing the Swiss-German to the edge of ecstasy. The undulation of Akino’s hips right on the face of Saskia pretty much proved as such as she sought to get her engine running and revved up to the redline. Which was where the European had an idea, although a risky one considering the massive gamble it entails.

She stopped squirming, or rather she stopped frantically struggling and called upon the submissionist mindset that she showed earlier in the match. Her feet slid up to plant her bare soles onto the mat before her head tilted forward just a smidgen, at least enough to let her lips brush up along the clit and walls of her panty-covered sex. Given Akino’s psychotic mindset, she might not think too much about this, just merely aiding Akino in driving her insane and grant her release. Trying to gain a modicum of control that Akino might not be aware of.

Nary a moment was spent attempting to suppress her brattish, perverted glee at circumventing the established order of this match, which had Akino become seamlessly twisted around Saskia's little finger. Subdued into a submissive puppet and toyed with for her own amusement when she had her stretched out. Hot, moist air being shared between them with Akino inwardly incapable of denying the sense of oneness that came with locking their sweat-sheened bodies atop one another and their mushed abdominals enrapturing Akino beyond comprehension. Being so masterfully manipulated beneath the Swiss-German who was allowing her a tasting morsel of whatever erotic, blissful promises whispered into her ear. What Akino wouldn't have given for none of this to be a televised match with her W/L record on the line, otherwise surrendering to Saskia's whim would have been a decision much easier made. A gentle hand with a heavenly caress of a touch was somewhat preferable than the hand of a master tugging on her collar, which was the last relationship Akino was a partner to. Though that had it's merits in it's own way as well. But Akino's determination to no longer be taken advantage of allowed her the willpower to spurn these advances. Which nevertheless had the unintended effect of driving the cycloptic maid over the edge...just not in the manner Saskia would have probably preferred. It was more in an aggressively nymphomaniacal way that was a bizarre combination of her lustful inhibitions and the rage-fueled dementia that came from having a wrestling career peppered with nothing but embarrassment and deceit.

"Mmm~...aHHH~...that's it, right there~..." Akino shuddered from the encroaching bliss, the maid undulating rhythmically into a rocking motion that felt better and better with every bumping grind. A smooth glide of her tongue felt against across her soft lip as she purred and shivered not just from the euphoric sensation, but from the knowledge of whom she was performing this upon. The same arrogant piece of work who thought she was better than her and who was making her out to be joke, was now..well, decidedly less in control. Akino could truthfully say she was having the time of her fucking life right about now, her silken panty clad muff smothering out that smug mouth of Saskia's when all of a sudden the Swiss-German started getting kind of into the fun all on her own. A squirming tremble going up the maid's spine from Saskia's sudden "enthusiasm". "oHHH~...Wow, now aren't you naughty~...whaddya we say switch things up?" Akino's sensually suggested before abruptly twisting herself to the side, relinquishing her hold on Saskia's arm while now laying backfirst against the canvas. Her opponent's head still firmly tucked between those same milky white thighs, only know with the maid's gloved hands interlocked behind the Swiss-German's head. "There~...now I gotta MUCH better look at that pretty face of yours, but by all means, do continue~..." Akino salaciously sneered, the dampness of her nethers mushed intently against the lovely face of Saskia's.

A certain dreadnought of a woman told Saskia one time that there was always a risk when it came to battling with someone in a mental game. Fighting is more than just the physical test; the Exotic European knew as much. It is also a mental, a battle of wills, using more than just her body to manipulate her opponent. One’s words, the way they place a hand on their body, Saskia believed she has learned all there is to learn, which explains how much of a sensual gourmand she is, pretty much having Akino wrapped around her finger. She has shown how easily it took, pretty much one body was all it took to have her enter into a dreamlike state of compliance, tamed and turned into less of the grizzly submissionist and more a submissive plaything. It worked well. Very well. Perhaps a bit too well. No competitor is the same, Saskia also knew that, yet she failed to recognise the issue of Akino’s existing mental state, emotions running high after all of this, brought over the edge. Just not in the way she intended. Some would be considered “arrogant” in her previous wrestling league, neither of what the Swiss-German did was mean-spirited. But the cycloptic maid will believe whatever she wants to believe, simply being blind to her hypocrisy.

This wasn’t the first time she found her head between the thighs of a woman. This was considered the second hold that she had ever been put in, the dreaded leg knot being the first. If one thinks the figure four leg lock was bad, despite being one of the more ubiquitous holds in wrestling, the leg knot was something else. To this day, Saskia hasn’t gotten used to the pain that came with it. But that ended up being a window to the weird and convoluted holds that the Exotic European would experience and learn within her time in SWL. Though the lovely lady that applied such a hold kiss and made up changing things up to a nice session of body-to-body grinding. Digression aside, this was far from the strongest legs to have ever crushed Saskia’s cranium. However, that is not to say that Akino lacks in any way, feeling every pulse that came from the sinewy, lithe legs that came from being trained constantly. Saskia had felt them when she rubbed down the bluenette, her thighs brushed against hers, wondering what untapped power lies beneath the supple skin. Safe to say that Saskia has gotten her wish. Not in the best way, though.

One could make the argument that Saskia was merely toying with her opponent, rather than simply going for the proverbial kill and work Akino up to an orgasm, now that Akino got her in massive trouble and is set to make a comeback of her own. However, the cycloptic maid’s obvious intention of the manoeuvre puts doubt to the said argument. From the looks of it, Akino isn’t trying to arouse the Swiss-German, rather, she is trying to get her rocks off. Amidst the pain, Saskia knew as much. Akino wasn’t the type to delve more in Saskia’s tastes, despite getting a nice sample of a good body-to-body action. An obvious preference to the Swiss-German, when the arousal has to be mutual and slowly built up. Humping and grinding have its risks as it arouses both, but one cannot deny the sheer power implicit in it as well. They are using just pure willpower and body power to make your opponent submissive. For Saskia, that's what makes it compelling. Both sides are playing with fire. To hump, rub, or squish someone into orgasm or submission requires self-control and passion in equal measure as well as endurance and being dedicated to the move. It’s not just the abs, the breasts and crotches moving against and over one another, the kissing of their lips, the sense of shameful weakness and forbidden desire to give in, and the pleasure of being tamed or taming the other directly. But that is what makes them different, despite being part of the same coin.

It is just one-sided, Akino was getting pleasure for herself, rather than sharing it between both of them. In other words, she was greedy. Perhaps a bit too greedy, considering the single-mindedness of such a move. Saskia would take advantage of Akino’s tunnel vision; a single lap of her tongue was enough to send Akino further into euphoria. She felt that tremble, felt that quiver on those quadriceps. It wasn’t enough to have Akino let go, but it kept her on track in setting the MMA maid for her downfall. She hasn’t caught on to her real intentions, which was favourable for the Swiss-German, despite the pain that is thumping at her skull. Even as she is now rolled onto her front, her arm had been freed from the maid’s grasp. Just what she needed. Her hands held onto the bulging thighs that clamped around her head, feeling Akino’s fingers interlocking behind her’s, pulling Saskia deep into the panty-clad muff. The fabric didn’t stop the dampness that grew bigger as time passes. While still trapped within the hold, the Swiss-German looked at Akino with eyes showing desperation, pain, helplessness. The pain is real, though she was hamming it up for Akino. In the short space of time, she figured that is what Akino would love to see, attempting some shrewd thinking to manufacture the bluenette’s sexual demise. This still came with the risk of being in the hold longer than necessary, but with Saskia’s earlier efforts and Akino’s mindset, this might go all according to plan and her “acting” will yield results.

Kowtowing to others demands tends to come with the territory when one becomes the indentured servant of another, which Akino had the implicit privilege of becoming when coming up woefully short in the contract ladder match against one Chloe Ruiz. In retrospect, Akino figured it was an outcome destined to happen sooner or later, especially to someone who willingly opts to gallivant about in a frilly French maid outfit. Her own little self-fulfilling prophecy that she never wanted fulfilled in the first place. Her prolonged time being the subservient doormat of her hated rival indeed being the first time she had ever played the role her outfit was tailor made for. A time catering to her every whim with debasing tasks shoveled upon her daily, one of the few solaces she would be thankful towards being that this was all off the clock and not recorded by AFW cameras. At least she hoped. Scrubbing floors, ironing clothes, and cooking meals being the more mundane of the task typically assigned to her...applying body lotion along her well proportioned figure and massaging her feet being significantly less so. Especially during the times when lacey lingerie was what Chloe insisted she wear around the house. Though what stood to amaze her as time went on being the proverbial bootlicker and shoe shiner of Chloe...

...was how unexpectedly good she was at it. At times finding a sense of peace in her scheduled regiments. The sense of structure in what was previously the chaotically scattered hodgepodge of patched together things Akino needed to around her apartment. Almost like the structure in her life gave her a renewed sense of purpose. It certainly felt that way when her losing streak started hitting embarrassing lows, and her saving grace was having Chloe drag her out of her destitute apartment by her ear to get the sullen maid back to work. Perhaps wearing that ridiculous maid outfit during all of her underground bouts inadvertently rubbed off on her, but it was a talent she'd still rather keep a secret because she doesn't want to exactly advertise how exceptional she can be at serving masters...or, how turned on she'd become when being sensually puppeteered by them. Being toyed with and brought to all fours in service of Chloe were just the start of what could end up being nights of hot, sticky breaths and sweat-sheened passion underneath the covers and practically in every room of the apartment. And it was a guilty pleasure that could very well be her undoing soon to come.

Locking down her exotic adversary in a variation of a triangle choke was just the start of what Akino thought she wanted. Which was to see this Saskia look up at her for change with nothing but despair and meek submissiveness on her face. All that arrogance and confidence being muffled out by her silken, squishy nethers with only the flexing oppression of her smooth thighs for comfort. Her heart practically became a flutter when the Swiss-German glanced up at her with those puppy-dog eyes, fresh tingles shivering up her spine from supposedly bringing Saskia down from her lofty perch and servicing her for a change. The one-eyed bluenette thrusting upwards for bit of bump and grinding that were all aiding in bringing her to the brink. Tilting her back with infrequent yet elated moans being uttered as Saskia made it known this was hardly her first rodeo when it comes to offering others ceaseless pleasure with but a lapping of her tongue in all the right methods. Being lost in the throes of ecstasy made Akino unaware of a lot of things, including her virulent sadism being checked and replaced with more of a docile limberness. The gloved grip on the back of Saskia's head becoming more elastic with time, as was the once vice-like torqueing of her headscissors with every second of the Swiss-German's suckling lip service. The cosplaying maid may not have had her delirious mind in the game, but they just have been because it was currently being taken to cloud nine. One shivering undulation and thrusting mush of her damp crotch against Saskia’s face bringing the maid over the edge and back again with the first climax of the night…

Despite the submission-heavy nature that the Seaside Wrestling League is known for, the other part is a lot more evident if anyone saw how easily she tamed the cycloptic maid, this wasn't a position that Saskia has regularly found herself in. Mostly because it somewhat goes against the league's rather peculiar interest in the body to body contact. Throughout the years, Saskia has found herself being squished, contorted, bent, twisted, rubbed, scrubbed, anything that the women in that league could think of, techniques that were beyond Akino's understanding of traditional hentai tactics. This, being one of them, was a common sight when it came to standard mat-based wrestling, but not so when it came to SWL. Not that this was the first time in being placed between a woman's legs, not in the way that one perverted mind would think. This simply came down to one thing and one thing only. Mutual pleasure. That is the one constant theme to her style and something the short bluenette would have picked up when she was but a simple humping post. Already a juxtaposition compared to most traditional hentai combatants, the Swiss-German made no effort to hide such apparent preference: that arousal has to be mutual and slowly built up. Which is why her previous league has incorporated a lot of humping and grinding as it arouses both and paired with the sheer power implicit in it as well. She liked using just pure willpower and the power of one's body to make the opponent a being of absolute submission.

That is what compelled her when she first saw those two women rubbing and grinding all over each other when she was but a young girl. The fact that both sides are playing with fire. To hump, rub, or squish someone into orgasm or submission requires self-control and passion in equal measure as well as endurance and being dedicated to the move. Now, one would bring up the ubiquitous example of the 69 positions and they would be predictable in doing so. The only difference is that they're using their lips to attack one another's weak spots as opposed to say, sensitive part vs sensitive part. Or, to make this more comprehensive, a part that's usually not too erotic, but making it erotic through sheer forced intimacy. Which is where the abs come into the picture.
What's more, is that it's not just her abdomen. Still, breasts and crotches moving against and over one another, the kissing of their lips, the sense of shameful weakness and forbidden desire to give in, and the pleasure of being tamed or taming the other directly. The scrubbing friction and the scraping of two-toned bodies intimately, plus the growing heat it builds up…there is nothing better than this in the European's mind.

Something Saskia only isn't getting in this position. It was clear as to what Akino wanted when it came to this triangle choke but the end goal is simply one of selfish reasons. Not that Saskia herself minded when Akino clearly lost sight of the target, this is something she could take advantage of. The growing pressure did hurt around her skull, but with the way the sadistic bluenette bumped her hips all over her face and Saskia doing little, yet enough to push her further, the end was close; Saskia can simply endure what Akino threw at her and then some. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Saskia expected Zara, someone who she had a long-running rivalry with, to be laughing that she had to resort to such tactics. It was only for a while, not long until the inevitable came. And it definitely came, in more ways than one. Saskia could feel the gloved grip on her platinum mane becoming less sturdy, and the once vice-like torqueing of her choke would relent as well. Did she…hmmm...she did. She could feel the dampness around her crotch, much more than the moisture of her heat would bring. The shuddering could be felt, even as her legs became elastic. There was no denying it.

Saskia would sit up straight, gasping as she managed to get some air in her lungs, not that the pantied scent wasn't bad, but would soon move away from such a position. Her hands gripped on Akino's legs, just so that they wouldn't fall onto the floor just yet. "I assume you had your fun~" Saskia looked down at the cycloptic maid as she was taken to cloud nine. "There's more to come…" She whispered, moving forward and approaching from Akino's side. Saskia would take the left leg, seeking to fold it upwards, just enough that she could feel definite resistance, but she desires to have it towards her head. The left-arm would be captured as well, crossing it over that left leg. That would leave her right leg for the taking, the Swiss-German's legs wrapping around it, clamping it down. Saskia would give a lovely kiss on the lips, letting Akino taste her own weakness…but also gauge on how delirious her mind still is after that climax. Some women can have quite a massive orgasm. The Swiss-German wondered where Akino fits in that description…

One would have to forgive Akino if she wasn't currently operating under the obvious objective of winning the match anymore. Or remembering what the exact specifics were in regards to the rules of this matchup. Or remember where she even was, or how she even got in this enthralled stupor. Not when she had become a slave to her impassioned emotions...ironic considering how fervently she strove towards breaking the shackles of her literal indentured servitude to Chloe. Her enraptured lust having just as much to do with the salacious mind-games brought upon by Saskia as it does with her own repressed insecurities...making any chance to free herself from them be taken without question. As if her mind was beyond cloud-9 and in some altogether different stratosphere, flying higher with every thrust...mashing Saskia's pleasurable face against her wettened nethers. Her rhythmic humps growing with time and with the Swiss-German's continued and masterful application of her roving tongue and humming lips. She was incapable of catching her breath in between all of her ecstatic wailing and bated breaths, the thought of performing this upon the Hentai specialist who had just previously been effortlessly stringing her along like a dog on a leash was becoming too much for her to bear...

...with that eventually being just the case as the maid's final throbbing thrust pushed her over the edge. Her love juices trailing downward as she began slackening up considerably with a shivering moan and tremble up her spine. A crimson blush coloring her cheeks as her sole eye began peeking open to capture a glossy view of the roof-lights, the ring canvas somewhat darkened from her lingering perspiration as if she had just stepped out of a prolonged session in the sauna. If Akino wanted this match to end tragically prematurely and in a most unorthodox manner, she could submit right now and walk away the loser...despite her not feeling like much of a loser at this point. But the cycloptic maid was in no coherent state of mind to be performing anything resembling strategy. Not after just coming back down to Earth from that ecstatic high, and just now reverting to her old self now that her viciously visceral side had gotten all she wanted out of this particular matchup. The delirious maid feeling as if she were just than waking up from a trance despite deep down knowing all along what she was doing...and already not looking forward to recalling this match the morning after. Carmen especially would no doubt have a field day with this one, or Chloe who no doubt would wish this match had been a three-way with herself invited.

"...M-More?" Akino blathered out towards the sole voice aiding and helping her in coming back to reality, the frazzled maid just than noticing that her limpened legs had not touched the canvas and were in the sensual submissionist's hands. A concerted effort on her part allowing her to shuffle up to prop herself on one elbow, the one not in Saskia expert clutches. Akino flinching from feeling her leg leaned backward and interlocked with the Swiss-German's limbs effectively nullifying that entire side of body from resisting in any possible way. In an instant her heart began beating rapidly once more from the restriction, but than her half-lidded eye met Saskia's with a gasping purse of her lips before having them be met with Saskia's own. The taste of her own essence being mixed in with the sensual molding of their lips together, a humming purr adding a fresh vibration as Akino willingly allowed herself to be ushered back down upon the canvas by the kiss alone. She followed along went with wherever Saskia wanted the smooching caress to go, visibly spent and truthfully being able to say she has nothing else to throw at Saskia after having gone through every conceivable way of wrestling she had ever learned up to this point.