Phe-Phe vs. Okami

"Nghhhff... d-darns.." Okami was totally surprised as Phe locked him in the velvet-like yet powerful vise of her legs. She could feel his cute prisoner groan and squirm between her thighs, his abs trying to resist her constriction, while the ever-smiling girl caught him in her coils.

He knew he had to do something before she would squeeze him weak, but could not think at anything at the moment. Plus, with his hands still gripped firmly in her hands, there was not much he could do to prevent her luscious, strong thighs from pressing the air out of him.

Soon, he staggered back a little, and she knew his legs were going weaker, barely supporting their combined weight now.

One, small, yet harsh squeeze on your waist sent a rush of air from your lungs, and blew strands of hair from her already sweat-dampened face. Cool air huffs from her parted mouth and bathes you in return; a silent testament to the strenous effort it was to remain snugly gripped on your body.

It was only the two of you alone in the ring, and the faint aroma of her hair had soon started to mix in with your own strong, masculine smell. On top of that, Phe was close enough to you so that she could easily inhale the fear and desperation in your breath each time her legs squeezed.

The sweat from your heaving chest had already damped Phe's top the entire time she had clung herself on you, but it seems that wasn't changing the situation. Instead, her legs muscles blasted with another wave of pressure against you, and your arms remained in Phe's quivering grasp.

With her limbs strenously preoccupied, all Phe did from that point was lean in close until her full lips almost graze your ear, and whisper:

"Out of breath, yet?"

Phe's inner thighs felt increasingly hot and damp against his sides, each pulsation from her sexy muscles jolting his weakening body, absorbing his strenghts as she could feel his chest heaving in her coiling grip. Her cute prisoner's face was flushing due to both breath restrainting and the teasingly seductive whisper bathing his ear.

"Ngrr..... y-you wish.." Okami groaned out in a quite breathless voice, showing a cute subborn attitude even in his bad predicament. Though, his trembling legs gave and the kid had to slowly slump down to the mats. With Phe's legs still wrapped around his midsection, ankles crossed to lock him secure while adding pressure, the trapped young wrestler was now in bigger troubles, panting for much needed air.

Her now glistening thighs could feel Okami's packed abs starting to give under her slow, repeated constrictions, the squirming struggles of his sweaty body getting him nowhere but to provide a pleasurable massage to his sexy opponent's inner thighs. "nhhh.. g-gasp.."

Phe had to use every once of her willpower to fight off the tingling sensations your squirming body had given her. Though, seeing your body in a tired, breathless, and sweaty state as it was, it would surely make it nearly impossible for you to resist being dragged to the very center of the ring, on your stomache.

"Stay with me, sweetums. It's not done, yet..."

Phe leans down close to you, where the softness of her bosoms rested ontop of the rocky, muscular contours of your back. She had already seen more than her fair share of boys throughout her life, yet for some reason, you looked the cutest, especially when you were nearing unconsciousness.

Without wasting much time and still lying across your back, Phe would trap one of your arms between her legs while she would reach foward and pull back on your chin with both of her hands. This way, Phe would assume a leisurely position which will allow her to maintain her Crippler Crossface without too much effort.

"Don't give up on me now, sweetums..."

You will find the hold extremely painful, especially in your neck and back, even going as far as to put major stress on your shoulder socket.

Okami tries to squirm away when Phe releases him from her debilitating bodyscissors to shift hold, but she is faster, and soon he is trapped in her perfectly executed Crossface.

Her soft, seductive speaking to his close ear contrasts with the sharp pain he feels from being forcefully stretched in her clutches, causing his groaning prisoner's face to blush bright red.

Though, his illegal fights background had granted him a tougher resistance and endurance to pain than it could be expected basing on his cute looks, so he ain't ready to give up:
"Ngrrr..... n-no worries... i'm not going to surrender that easily., UNGRRHH...", he manages to say while groaning with clenched teeth.

With a squirm and flex of his body, Okami tries to pull his arm out of the teasingly warm yet very strong vice of your thighs but, if he won't succeed, all he can do at the moment is to stay down and endure your submisson, which only goes at Phe's advantage: in fact, even if he's not giving up, your strategy of keeping him in prolonged holds is effectively draining his strenghts, allowing you to have a softened foe to toy with.

"G-good..."

Phe pants out against the back of your head with a slight hint of stress in her voice. Heavy breathing and sounds of wet skin grinding against the other was all that was heard throughout the otherwise silent ring, and a small bead of her sweat managed to silently land nicely on your bent back.

"I'm not expecting you to quit, so I'm not going to either!"

Despite her obvious dominant position, there was no taste of malice or spite in her words. Instead, it may seem that Phe actually sees greater in you, and wants nothing more but a satisfying duel. Despite that, Phe refuses to budge, leaving only the Crossface hold to become more wet and humid by the passing moments.

Even after your body had grown weak against her, Phe still arches her back and pulls horrendously against your face once more, and it would soon feel as if she was looking to break your spine. Either that, or your trapped arm was going to pop.

Will Phe's aspiring words channel a miracle within the ring, or will reality sink in that the only use of Okami's free arm, which was nowhere near a rope, was to tap out?

"NGHRRRRRR..." Okami groaned louder, gritting his teeth to keep himself from screaming.
With Phe applying more pressure to her crossface submission and the ropes too far to reach, Okami knew well that the only logic thing to do was to tapout before he got seriously hurt. But, he was not known to be very logic, and he still didn't want to give up so early in the match.

In spite of the increasing pain, he started to squirm more and more in order to pull his trapped arm inch by inch out of Phe's thighs, using their sweaty skin at his advantage to accomplish it. Such an effort was going to have its cost, as with each new tug and twist of his arm, his shoulder was getting more hurt.

After another minute of this patient and painful struggle he was ready to try: he gave a stronger tug, hopefully getting his arm free and so making the crossface quite ineffective. Though, even if succeeding, his arm was going to feel numb and temporarily useless.

Just as your aching arm passes through the wet girth between her thighs, Phe catches her breath and takes one, deep swallow, involuntarily.
Something molten starts from deep within her midsection and radiates up, passing through her navel like an electric current before exploding in her chest...this feeling....so unusually good.

Who would've thought that just the mere graze of your arm against her secret area would've stirred something so profound, that before she even realized, your arm was able to slip free.

"D-damn..."

Phe panted, but from how heavy her voice had become, one couldn't tell whether her choice of words were out of spite for you escaping her hold, or something else...

During his efforts Okami was blushing deeply, aware of the sensuous grinding of Phe's warm and damp inner thighs, in spite of the powerful pressure exerted against his back and neck.

When finally his arm was released with a somoewhat suggestive squishing sound, the japanese kid gasped and huffed out in relief from the eased pressure.

Though, he was still held from behind, her arms still wrapped around his head as her hot breathing was bathing the side of his neck.

Still softened from Phe's previous submission, Okami started a squirming struggle to get out of the seductive embrace, which caused their sweaty body to rub more against each other, while his hands ran against her thighs in a sluggish attempt at pushing away.

"Okami.....b-bad boy...."

Phe breathes through her clenched teeth, still a little flustered from your escape, and not to mention your wandering fingertips roaming over her fair, naked skin. The touch alone had sent the small hairs on the nape of her neck to stand erect.
With her breathing sped up a few paces, and knowing that your arm was still well in her leggy reach, Phe desperatly tries to throw her legs over your invading arm once more in attempt to trap it yet once more to fully secure her hold.

"C'mon boy...d-don't make it harder than it already is...ugh"