Hentai Submission: Maura Whitmore (D) vs Akane Saito

Match Type: Hentai Submission
Victory Conditions: Submission over an opponent after they have achieved a forced orgasm.

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Coming hot off her first win in the history of her professional career, Akane had been hopeful it was the start of a new trend. Unfortunately for her, it was not to be. Rebecca had practically made mincemeat out of her in a rather embarrassing show of force. The silver living at least was that her tenacity in the ring had earned her a great deal of respect from her foe as well as the crowd. So when she came from the curtains to the sounds of familiar kusic, the reception was remarkably warm beside her absolutely abysmal record in AFW.

Theme:

Akane Saito:

She made her way down the ramp with a hit more confidence than usual tonight though. They had finally thrown her a bone and paired her up with a fresh signee, someone she was sure to be more evenly matched against. Furthermore, it was in a match less about strikes and slams and more about sensuality. While she had a rather unfortunate history with these sorts of matches, her one win had been solely because of them it left her feeling stronger, more sure of her abilities, and ready to make her opponent squeal. She was excited to say the least.

Climbing up onto the apron, the rookie rolled beneath the bottom rope and climbed to her feet, making her way to the far corner with a spring in her step. Tonight was her night. The stars had aligned once more and it was time to earn that second victory of hers to start a rise to the top once again. She turned on her heel with a smirk, watching the entryway for the woman she was going to be making hers tonight.

Maura's smug expression stared back at her in the dressing room mirror, her own gloved hand tracing the edges of her face as she failed to spot any flaw or fault in her otherwise perfect form.  She was stunning, magnificent, unparalleled in skill or grace. In her arrogant mind there was not a soul alive who could offer any real challenge to her, let alone whichever unfortunate soul wound up sharing the ring with her tonight. She leaned in closer to the mirror, fixated on her own gaze as she peered deeper into the dark temptations that loomed behind those blood red eyes. If only her opponent knew how lucky she was, to be the first to sacrifice her body to a future champion!

The sound of knuckles impatiently rapping at her door interrupted her conceited muse. "Ms. Whitmore,  You're set to enter stage any minute now, you should probably be - " the stagehand was quickly cut off by the door flying open, accompanied by Maura marching out stone-faced as she brushed the small clipboard holding assistant aside and made her way to the entrance curtains. Her boot tapped impatiently on the cool floor before coming to a rest at the sound of heavy metal blaring out of the arena speakers for the first time. A devilish grin adorned her face as she threw open the curtains and made her way down the ramp and towards the ring in long, elegant strides.

Theme:

Maura Whitmore:

The crowd gave the debutant a warm welcome, not knowing what to expect from the fresh face. She paid them no attention however. Tonight was about satisfying her own cravings, quenching her own thirst for sex and power. Whether or not the crowd got a kick out of it in the process was of very little concern to her so long as the message got through that she wasn't some bitch to be fucked with. That title would bestowed upon her unfortunate opponent instead.

She slipped between the ropes and made a slow promenade to the center of the ring. The audience's hoots and hollers seemed to have died down after noticing her complete indifference towards them, now replaced instead with low grumblings as they wondered what the debutant was about to do next. Maura expression contorted into one of utter disappointment as her eyes gazed upon her opponent who stood propped against the far corner. She was several inches smaller than herself, with bright colored hair and a cheery disposition that almost made Maura recoil in contempt. At the very least there was no denying that the women was cute. The mere thought of leaving her a disheveled and moaning mess was enough to quell her initial disappointment. Maura's expression turned into a more salacious one as her gaze intensified.

"Congratulations. You're about to become the personal plaything of a future champion!" Maura said only half-sarcastically, arms outstretched to her side as she ignored the standard pleasantry of a handshake. "But really, the honor is all mine you know. Getting to toy with such a cute thing like yourself, I really couldn't have asked for a better treat on my debut." The silver-haired heel taunted with a crude wink as she loomed over her seemingly measly opponent.

It was harder in match types such as these to be cordial. A normal introduction and well wishes of the match to come seemed far less appropriate given the more intimate name of what was required. That however didn't deter Akane from making an attempt. Leaning out of her corner as Maria came down the ramp like a cold wind, the young rookie stood on with hands clasped in front of her, ready to greet her opponent for the evening. No sooner had she opened her mouth to speak than the other woman's gaze was upon her. The sheer intensity of it was enough to leave the pink-haired girl blinking dumbly like a deer in headlights.

Akane tilted her head to look up at the other woman as she spoke down to her both literally and figuratively. Instead of becoming upset with such bold declarations, an intense rosy hue flushed her features leaving the more petite woman blushing fiercely in the face of such threats. "I uh…" when she spoke it was small and mousey, hardly heard over the more vocal audience who were happy not to express their opinions s bit more on Maria. Some jeers, others cheered, leaving Akane's attempts at communication mostly drowned out until she summoned the will to be louder.

"I am Saito Akane…" It seemed witty banter or a sharp comeback were off the table entirely as Maria's claims went uncontested in lieu of the pink-haired girl falling back to a more standard greeting. She did however show some gumption, stepping up to the larger woman with her chest puffed out defiantly as she stared up at her. "I apologize in advance for ruining your debut by defeating you… but don't worry though, I'll make sure you enjoy it."

"Maura Whitmore, pipsqueak. And I'd tell you not to worry as well... but then I'd be lying" The threat rolled off her tongue with a hiss, culminating in a conclusive smack of her lips that sent an insincere air kiss in Akane's direction.

The pinkette's hesitant stance and meek voice was all the hints Maura needed to know that this match was going to be even easier than she thought.  She couldn't help but chuckle at the smaller girl's attempt at putting on a brave face, her lips pouted in defiance as she stared up at the larger debutant. Maura knew strength when she saw it, knew real fortitude when it stared her directly in the eyes, and yet not one iota was able to find it's way through Akane's uneasy gaze. Pity.

*DING*

The sound of the bell was able to disrupt their intense staring bout and signal the start of the match. For a brief second Maura contemplated starting off with a standard lockup in order to gauge the strength of her petite foe, but then immediately dismissed the idea. After all, how much of a threat could this little grunt possible be anyways? No, best to start off straight on the offensive, and make sure it stays that way for the rest of the match. Maura mentally confirmed to herself. Without a second more of hesitation, Maura swung her right arm overtop Akane's head before bring it down and attempting to wrap in a standing side headlock around her neck.

If she managed to secure the hold, Maura would then violently jerk Akane's head in the opposite direction, all while applying agonizing downwards pressure in an attempt to force the smaller girl' bend down at her side. Her arms and abs clenched tightly with exertion as she made sure her opponent's head was trapped securely against her torso, fully restricted and unable to move unless the silver-haired heel deemed it so.

While the smaller girl seemed pleased with the introduction, notably she was less enthused with the rest. She pouted her lips at being called a pipsqueak though compared to other insults she had hurled her way that was slightly mild. Still, the uniqueness of never having really been called that before stood out to her above much of the more rehashed things she had more or less blocked out by now. She furrowed a brow at the rest, holding her head high for more than just the necessity of it.

"I'm not scared of you." She had been bullied enough in her life to see intimidation tactics when they reared their ugly head. It was a brave stance to take though some may have simply said foolhardy. For whatever reason Akane didn't seem willing to back down from this point, definitely standing her ground against Maria. When the bell rang though, she maintained her air of professional courtesy, dipping back a step and slipping into a grappler's stance, looking to open with a traditional tie-up.

When Maria came forward, Akane moved to meet her in the middle only to have the larger woman step around her lunging grapple. She grunted as arms snapped around her head, yanking her forward with a fumble of her boots. The petite girl's backside perked up as her body was forced to bend, wincing at the crack of her neck in the hold as she let out a strained grunt.

"Ngh!" Akane brought her hand up to the arm hooked around her head, gripping at Maria's forearm, trying in vain to pry the other woman's grip off of her as she struggled. She kicked a foot and pulled back, attempting to tug her head loose only to find it locked in tightly between flexed biceps. "L-let go!" This wasn't working, she needed something new… surrendering her attempts to forcefully pull the arms off of her, she threw her arms around one of Maria's thighs, attempting to hug it close. With a labored groan, she would try to sure up her footing and lift the other woman off the mat by her leg and sloppily flop backward to drop the big woman onto the mat with her.

Maura glanced down with a smug look of superiority as her opponent writhed within her grasp. Every once in a while she would snap her body off to the side, bringing Akane's neck along with it in an agonizing series of jerks that certainly couldn't have been good for the smaller girl's spine. The look of frustration on the girl's face was enough to keep Maura entertained for the time being, hoping to crank out the headlock for every second it was worth. Akane's demands fell on deaf ears as Maura continued to wrench her opponent's neck in an unnatural direction, savoring her distressed grunts and attempts at escape.

Gloved fingers clawed at her forearm, desperately trying to alleviate the painful pressure wrapped around her neck. Her squirming intensified, but Maura stood her ground, despite the pink-haired fighter's frantic kicks and writhing. Pretty soon Maura grew annoyed of her opponents squirming and began balling up her free hand into a fist, ready to swing a few rounds into the poor girl's face and put her attempts at escape to rest. She was interrupted by a pair of small hands clamping onto her inner thigh, causing her to perk up slightly in surprise.

"Oh! You're a frisky on aren't you? I was planning on saving that on later, but why not just cut to the cha-" all of a sudden Maura's leg was lifted up from underneath her, causing her to haphazardly tumbled back-first onto the mat. The action caught her completely off guard, but she was able to maintain her grip long enough to bring her opponent down with her before finally releasing the hold upon impact. Maura's sly smirk turned into an irate scowl, vexed at having been distracted and duped by her timid opponent. Maura was able to quickly come to her senses however, and noticed her opponent splayed out beside her. Before she even had a chance to stir, Maura would lift up her arm before sending her elbow straight down into her nearby opponent's gut, hoping to stun the girl long enough to attempt mounting her in a schoolgirl pin.

Akane’s boots squeaked against the canvas as she was swing about, barely managing to keep herself on her feet. It was only thanks to Maria’s firm hold in which she was forced to lean into that managed to give her some measure of balance but it came at the cost of a throbbing ache in her skull and a harsh jolt of force as she was manhandled by the larger woman seemingly with very little effort. It hadn’t taken much to overpower the pink-haired girl and everyone looking on had very little hope that she would escape unless Maria allowed it.

It had been up to Akane to secure her own freedom. Her arms wrapping around Maria’s thigh in a tight hug to anchor their thrashing she clung on for dear life. Cheeks puffing with red-faced focus she closed her eyes and shook with the strain of attempting to deadlift a woman who had no intention of moving from a less than ideal angle. Her body tensed, back crying out in protest as she managed to get the woman up just enough to make their pairing unstable and from there gravity did the rest.

Maria went falling back and Akane with her, hitting the mats with a hard thud and a surprised gasp from the audience. The pink-haired girl awkwardly flopped from Maria’s clutches, rolling out onto her back, reaching up to grip her head and kick her feet. The fall onto the mat hadn’t been much in comparison to the small among of time she had spent in the hold, not even by a long shot. Recovery had proven impossible when something hard buried itself in her abdomen. Her eyes shot wide, let out a gasping croak as air emptied out of her body. She waved a hand over her shoulder, trying to roll away but before she could the smaller girl found herself being mounted, shoulders pinned to the mat.

Maura's pointed elbow sunk deep into Akane's soft belly, rendering the girl stunned and disabled enough for the silver-haired women to complete her mount with minimal resistance. she planted herself squarely on her small stomach, straddling her legs tight against Akane's side with both hand pinning her narrow wrists tightly to the mat. With a slow and menacing glare she would slowly lean into Akane until her face hovered just inches above the tip of the girl's nose. "You got me to fall, so what?! Even weaklings like you can have their moments" Maura grumbled, although in a self-reassuring tone tone that made it sound more as if she was trying to brush off the moment as some sort of rare fluke as opposed to actually berate her opponent.

Her attention returned back to the girl pinned beneath her, her red eyes reverting to a more relaxed glare as her advantageous situation and the opportunities it afforded began to dawn on her"Rest assured it won't happen again" her sly smile returned, this time with a particularly devilish gleam in her eye as she pressed her forehead against Akane's. "After how touchy-feely you got pulling that last stunt, I should probably return the favor, hm?" Maura whispered, tilting her head so that her lips could place a crude kiss on her forehead.

She leaned down even more, placing a more gentle kiss on Akane's cheek, slowly working her way down the smaller girl's neck and leaving wet dollops as she went. With her opponent trapped firmly beneath her, Maura was free to begin working her way towards the first requirement of the match, intent on enjoying the first prey of her career to the fullest extent that she could. Her grip on the poor girls wrists began to constrict even more, along with her legs as she held them even tighter against the side of Akane's waist. She'd be damned if she'd let her squirm her way out of this one and embarrass her once more.

Akane squinted up at Maura as the woman climbed effortlessly over the top of her, letting out a soft wheeze as her attempts to draw in air were further hindered by the addition of a larger woman setting down on top of her. She had brought her arms up, hands mid was to giving Maura a hard shove when she was stopped dead in her tracks with an iron-clad vice grip around her wrists. The pink-haired girl squirmed and struggled, trying to push back with her arms but the woman on top of her was patient and powerful, letting her waste energy in fighting before using her leverage to slowly overpower her to the point her arms were pinned completely.

As Maura grew closer, Akane instinctively flinched away, trying to somehow create more distance between the two of them despite her head being put to the canvas already. She kicked her legs in an attempt to squirm about, occasionally digging in a heel to try and muster a more concerted effort to buck Maria off but she didn’t have to strength to do much more than annoying jostle the woman while she attempted to show her early show of dominance.

“I’m… I’m not weak.” Akane couldn’t even bring herself to look Maura in the eye when making her claim at first, only reluctantly turning back to her at the mention of returning the favor. She regretted that almost immediately as the woman placed a kiss on her forehead, something she found to be even more demeaning than her current predicament as a whole.

“Nngh…” The rookie let out a groan as Maura placed her lips upon her cheek, instinctively turning her head in an attempt to ward Maura off but only managing to give her exactly what she wanted. The soft nearly inaudible smack of the other woman’s sultry lips across her skin the heat of each exhale from maria across the small wet spots she left behind made Akane shudder unable to hold back the red hue overcoming her cheeks. Her kicking had been reduced to light shuffling of her boots by now, and though she was still trying to fight for control of her arms off the mat, Maura would find it was becoming easier to hold the girl down with each kiss.

Akane's skin felt smooth and soft against Maura's not so gentle lips. Each of her kisses grew in ferocity as Akane's bucking grew in futility. Soon her tongue got in on the action, sliding across her face and cheeks and leaving a degrading trail of wet love that snaked it's way down the girl's jawline before ending in a small pool of saliva at her collarbone. Maura's grip would refuse to loosen, even as Akane's attempts at escape slowly began to cease. Her soft moans and weak rebuttals signaled that Maura's advances were having all the right affects, luring the girl into her proactive trance despite her hazed attempts at resistance.

"Well you're more than just weak of course" Maura said slyly as she nuzzled her wet lips against Akane's. "You're also worthless..." her lips pushed softly against her opponent's, tongue reaching out and parting the mouth of her rival before plunging inside. She explored the inner caverns of her mouth, gently probing her insides before slowly breaking the embrace, bringing along a thin trail of saliva that she would leave to linger in-between the two. "And pitiful..." Another kiss accompanied the secondary taunt, this one even more intrusive as she forcefully began making out with the weakened girl, depriving her of air and rest as her merciless kiss stole whatever semblance of amicability remained. She prolonged the kiss for as long as her breath would allow her before breaking it off with a satisfying smack, slurping up the tendrils of saliva that separated their lips once more.

"And just downright pathetic!" Maura said in one last final taunt, leaning in and conquering the flustered women in what had to be the most passionate kiss yet. Her lips dived forward, smacking into her opponent's mouth, one hand released from Akane's wrist to allow her to grasp at Akane's chin instead, her fingers squeezing the sides of her cheeks as Maura forceful opened up the girl's mouth to allow for a full and complete invasion of her sensitive inside's once more. Satisfied with the taste of the defeated girl, she would pull out with a slow and domineering ascent before releasing her grip on the poor girl's face with a dismissive shove towards the mat. She released her other hand from Akane's wrist, brushing her hair aside to reveal a devilish gleam in her eye that stared down at her with salacious intent.

She placed two fingers squarely on the flustered girl's torso, slowly walking them up the the length of her chest as her glare intensified in temptation. "What to do with you next..." Maura whispered, her other hand stroking at her chin as she contemplated on how best to continuing toying with her clearly unsettled prey.