Catty Idol (Fuji vs. Yujo)

The weight of her opponent accompanying her downfall only served to increase the brunt of the collision Yasuda felt upon impact. Her back hit first, followed soon be the back of her head smacking and then rebounding against the canvas with a loud thud. It left her vision blurry and her mind somewhat foggy, leaving her completely susceptible to the feline fighter now straddled on top of her chest. She was left powerless as the smaller girl hissed right into her face, displaying her sharp, angled teeth in an agitated and intimidating expression. Yasuda could tell she had poked more than a few of the girl's buttons, and now she was going to pay for it.

"Wait, Fuji-chan - no, NOOO!" Yasuda screamed out in a loud yelp as she felt her panties firmly yanked forward by the hem. She writhed around in a confused mix of pleasure and (mostly) pain as her panties dug in deep within her own pussy lips and butt cheeks, simultaneously exciting and damaging the prized cat fighter. She squished her eyes tight, trying her best to resist the oncoming tears but was unable to suppress the faint drops that were beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. She bucked her hips and arched her backed while pushing upwards with her hands against Fuji's face in a desperate attempt to get the woman off of her and stop the painful attack.

As wild and flappy as Yasuda's attempts at resistance were, they seemed to be doing the trick against the small but vivacious fighter. She pressed her hand firmly against the bottom of Fuji's chin, preventing the girl from getting any lower and embarrassing the famed sex fighter even further. It was even enough to get the fellow bluenette to relinquish her hold on her panties, giving Yasuda some much needed relief and the opportunity to figure out a proper defense. Fuji grabbed at her wrist trying to fling it off from it's seated position underneath her chin, but Yasuda made it increasingly difficult with her constant squirming and bucking about.

"I wasn- I wasn't crying, alright!" Yasuda said between grunts as she continued to fight the smaller girl off. "Well, not as bad as you're about to be anyways!" She shot out her free hand that lay unoccupied at her side, clamping hard onto Fuji's breast while her fingered hastily scourged the surface for hints of a soft nub underneath her thin lingerie top. Once spotted, her thumb and finger would clamp onto the woman's nipple, giving a harsh and cruel squeeze in a vicious attempt to dissuade the girl from further attacks!

"Oh, dare-I-say, is Fuji-chan a naughty little masochist?" Yasuda teased as she felt the hardened nipples peaking through her opponent's thin lingerie, providing for some ample anchoring for Yasuda's tweaking fingers to grab a hold of and start torturing the poor girl. She was enjoying seeing the woman writhing in pain above her, begging for a relief that Yasuda had no intention of providing. "I don't think so Fuji-chan, well not until I hear you say the safe word, or should I say words. How about, 'Fuji-chan's a little bitch!' Go on say it, otherwise I'm not letting go!" Yasuda's grip was slipping as Fuji violently thrashed and writhed away from her, but she was determined to extract as much pain as possible from the catfighter while she still could.

With Fuji no longer pressing down against her, her other hand was now free to also throw into the attack. She reached out until her fingers curled around Fuji's other nipple, clamping onto it with equal intensity and cruelty. She watched as her opponent howled in pain, meeting her cries with laughs and giggles of her own. She was holding onto the the tiny nubs with all the force she could muster, and she was determined not to let go until Fuji said the humiliating words or somehow managed to fight her way out of it.

Fuji's perky tits just felt so good in Yasuda's hands. It was a cruel thought, but she began to wonder if she should ever let go, even if her opponent uttered those fabled words. She quickly shook the thought away though. Fuji hadn't done anything yet to earn Yasuda's scorn, and besides, her boobs were just to beautiful to destroy this early into the match. She wanted to have fun with them first, along with the rest of her body. She figured that once Fuji-chan let those words out, she'd be weak enough to toy with even more, and perhaps even aroused enough to begin working away at those sweet, sweet juices hidden deep within.

She licked her tongue hungrily as lustful thoughts clouded her minds, moments away from realizing them as she impatiently waited for Fuji to just spit out her demanded words. "C'mon Fuji-chan! that's it, you're almost here... just say i- whuah? No, NOOO! Stoooop it!" Yasuda's eyes were closed, anticipating the moment that Fuji would finally admit how pathetic she was was in the presence of the great Yada-chan. She could even feel herself begin to get a little wet just at the thought of it, but Fuji put a quick halt to all of that with her unexpected talons digging into Yasuda's wrist. The attack caused Yasuda's eyes to pop back open, terrified and glancing down at her entrapped hands.

She let out a shrill scream and immediately let go of Fuji-chan's nipples, her fingers twitching in Fuji's grips. her nails were digging deeply into Yasuda, and causing an intense amount of pain for the unsuspecting catfighter. As was common with Yasuda, she let her sex-drive get in the way of her judgment, allowing for her defenses to slip and for Fuji to take advantage of this. Her screeches only intensified as Fuji's nails dug in deeper, piercing at her skin and delivering some much deserved payback for Yasuda's merciless nipple attack earlier. Another tear managed to trickle down her cheek, followed by another one soon after that. She swiveled her head off to the side, desperate to hide the droplets of shame away from her opponent.