Yuto vs Sophia - Hentai Match

Yuto's effort only succeeded in him getting pinned some more under Sophia. His arms were now useless, which pretty much ended his attempt to defy her for the time being. The stare he gave her was a mixture of nervousness with a hint of whatever foolish bravado he had left in him, although that expression would change soon enough.

"Nnngghh...!" the boy groaned as he was yanked by Sophia so his face was pressed against her covered crotch.

The woman then began to grind herself against him, mashing his features with her rough motion which made her body squirming under her. Yuto couldn't do anything but to endure the humiliating predicament with his strength never amounted too much in comparison to his bigger opponent. Since he didn't understand what she's saying, though, the response Sophia got was a series of muffled cry of protests.

"Mmmhhh! Hnnnhhhgg...!"

Fuck, this was hot. This was hotter than Sophia had expected to get from something so weak. So deplorable.

But for all his timidness, Yuto certainly seemed to have a lively energy to him when he felt the pressure bearing down on him. She threw her head back and gasped, none too subtle of the lewd sounds and sensations coursing through her as his muffled cries tickled her nethers. Her thighs shook, her arms trembled, her lips began to whet with a warmth to her cheeks. Sophia leaned in to her thrusts, making the last few nice and slow. The pace was picking up, starting the climb towards that feverish and dangerous plane, and she knew the best way to get there.

She didn’t relent on the hold, denying Yuto even an inch of space for a cool wisp of breath. Just when he thought the pain couldn’t get any worse, Sophia would reassure him that matters could always take a turn for the worse in her grasp.

The Russian brought both of her hands behind Yuto’s head and reeled back even harder, building enough pressure to pop his head like a melon as she clenched him closer and tighter between her legs. Slowly, she unfolded her legs and rose to two feet, keeping the weak, lowly Japanese boy stuck in his deprecating position. His head would be the only part of him to be carried along for the ride, his body left dangling uselessly to the floor before Sophia sought to reunite them just as quickly, dropping her weight as she fell straight her knees and slammed Yuto’s head ruthlessly into the unforgiving surface.

Yuto could feel his consciousness slipping away after a while. Sophia's legs were squeezing tightly on his head after all, and her grinding definitely didn't help his case whatsoever. All of a sudden he felt his head being lifted up, and after of a moment being dangled over, it was brought down roughly by the woman onto the mats. Everything turned dark for the boy afterwards.

He limped out under Sophia, barely moving. Even his breathing was faint. It'd appear that Yuto had fainted after his head hit the mat.

That was more or less what she expected to happen next.

Sophia had had the privilege to become increasingly familiar with a plethora of bodies in her years of service and all the time since then. She knew which ones would be bend, which ones would survive. She could tell the bright from the dim. The strong from the weak. It wasn’t difficult to tell which camp Yuto fell in.

That didn’t mean he was without prospects. No, if anything...

Sophia chuckled darkly as she parted her legs and looked down at Yuto’s limp body, his distant gaze reflected behind cloudy eyes and slightly parted lips. The Russian spread her legs further apart and slid back down his body, letting her fingers glide over his handsome body, feeling his toned pecs and defined abdomen. A hint of desire in her eye cast its admiration for the amount of work that clearly went into this particular offering. Her burning body couldn’t help but move on without her, leaning down to press her chest against his. Her lips moved to his own, smoldering and slowly pressing together in simple, unaffectionate contact as her untarnished eye stared as closely as possible back into his vacant counterpart.

She pressed down on his opposite arm as her face trailed away, brushing noses and cheeks as she craned her neck to face him. Her lips slowly parted, letting out a damp and warm breath before she trailed a burning line with her tongue up from the crook of his jaw and up his cheek. She let go with a flick against his ear and remained there, close to the lobe, threatening a nibble as her toothy grin drew close.

“Wake up, сука.” She whispered hotly in his ear before she pushed herself back up and drew her hand far back, backhand-slapping him with a meaty clap against his cheek.

The smack to the face was effective to say the least. Yuto gasped as he opened his eyes abruptly, his body jerked under hers, slightly attempting to raise up before it flopped back down to the mats. The boy looked groggy, but sting on his cheeks kept him awake. He looked at Sophia, remembering the last bits of their exchange before he fainted, and his expression turned nervous. Right now he's not really in a state to fight her, not that it'd matter too much considering she's been kicking his ass from the start of the match.


"U-ugh..." Yuto groaned, not really sure what he should do at this point as he's pinned under her. "C-could you get off me..." he asked with a sheepish smile.

Sophia was curiously reminded of dead fish when she saw Yuto flop and flutter on the spot when he roused back to life, helpless and unworthy beneath her as she watched his eyes rove around the room before settling on the goddess of wrath leering down on her. His attempt to alleviate the tension evoked in her ferocious grin with polite words and a lighthearted smile of his own was rather endearing, she had to admit.

Endearing, but useless.

Sophia tucked into a forward roll off Yutp’s chest and came down at the top of his head. Before he had time to thank her for her sincere generosity, the Russian would spin herself around snake her legs around his neck, hooking them together as she leaned back and pulled on her heel with a figure four choke.

Sophia did got off him, to Yuto's surprise, but that didn't amount to anything significant as the woman swiftly shifted herself, trapping him in a figure four headlock instead! The boy groaned and writhed around a bit, his hands reaching for Sophia's legs to loosen the lock as much as he could while the rest of his body struggling helplessly.

"Urgg.... n-no... not like this... nnghh...!"

Well, he shouldn't have expected his opponent to be nice to him in the first place, lesson learned. He's now put in another situation where it's possible for him to be knocked once again, and his panic was only growing with every passing seconds in the hold. Unfortunately, his effort was only growing weaker, and just like many times before in this match, he's pretty much left in Sophia's mercy yet again.

As he thrashed and pulled against her iron legs, Sophia felt her smile stretch a few inches across her face. Keeping his movements under control was remarkably easy. Too easy for one of her caliber. Being put in the ring together would have been an insult to a more spiteful soul, someone who couldn’t see the many...applications that a fledgling like Yuto was good for. She sought to demonstrate a few of them in the next few moments for the whole world. Especially her beloveds back home.

With her hands behind her, Sophia slowly pushed herself backward with Yuto wrapped between her legs, dragging her prey along by the head towards one corner of the wrestling ring. She eased on the hold to keep him restrained but aware. She wanted him to struggle and fight, but kept a careful eye to make sure he didn’t pass out so soon. She also kept an eye on how close they were to the ropes. Before they were within Yuto’s reach, Sophia would stop herself. The Russian looked down at him from above, her amethyst locks a foreboding veil shrouding her maniacal countenance.

"Freedom?" She flexed her thighs again, a silent yet powerful suggestion of what his answer should be.

Sophia dragging him along didn't make things any easier for Yuto. He was kept in the edge of consciousness by his opponent as it was, his struggles pretty much a formality at this point. It felt like time moved slowly for the boy for a while, until he saw the corner, and the ropes that seemed so close yet so far away at the same time.

"Nnggh...!" the flexing of Sophia's thighs drew a grunt of discomfort from him, his face looking a little groggy from being squeezed in the hold.

Still, he tried to reach for the ropes. His movement was sluggish, and it didn't look like his hand could reach it, just flailing around inches away, almost symbolizing just how much willpower left he had inside him.

Sophia was burning up. Maybe Yuto could feel it against the back of his head if he ceased his thrashing for even a moment, and that wasn’t the only thing he would feel. The subtle movement of her hips and quickening to her breath. All of those instincts were welling up inside of her. If he would only realize the futility of trying to escape his captivity, forget thinking of this as a match and realize the reality weighing down on him, he would feel so much better. The interrogator offered him that chance all too willingly.

And then he reached for the ropes. Easily the second most pathetic thing that Yuto could have done in front of Sophia, as much as she expected such a desperate action. Perhaps he was far too panicked to heed her advice. That could change. Events would swing in whichever direction she pleased one way or another.

“Weak…” Sophia snatched his arm away and slammed it to the ground beside his head. She crossed her legs closer and flexed her thighs, tightening the pressure around his head with crushing force. She kept her eyes focused on his face the whole time. “Beg.”