Blast from the past 2: Inoue meets Karasu

Her plan had worked, Inoue was lying on the ground and seemed further weakened. Anja choose her options. She could have just picked up from where she had left, sit down on her opponent and remove her last layers of clothing, but somehow she felt that would be like showing no respect to the action she had used to free herself. Next to mind was an abdominal stretch, easier to remove her clothes with a measure of control over a weakened opponent, but a leg would be in the way, and Inoue defended better when it was slow.

"You're forcing me to do this to you."
She had an idea the thrill seeking Japanese would probably love. She would wait until she was halfway up, grab her wrist to draw her up and send her front first into a nearby ring post, following close up to prevent her from stumbling out of the corner and keep her standing so that Anja could press her own body tight upon those of Inoue to keep her standing while she would try to grab the trouser and panty of her opponent and drag them down her legs to strip her nude, rubbing her breasts over the back of Inoue in the process.

Inoue was climbing to her feet, winded, a tad achy and overcome by her fascination with her opponent, Inoue was soft. At this point, her resistance would be in vain, the lack of oxygen would serve to weaken her muscles. She found herself being tossed to the ring post. Inoue crashed into it with both eyes closed and a deep breathing. Karasu was right, she would get what she wanted. Inoue was little more than an exhausted heap. She held the post to stay up, Her panting expression had changed to a knowing smile as she felt her shorts and panties be slid away. Inoue could tell Karasu had been eager. No, now she would let the girl have everything.

Inoues arms over the ropes, her chest heaved up and down in a desperate plea for breath. As it was coming back to her, she had no reason to move anyways. she felt air on her tight, fairly inexperienced sex. For all the resistance she offered, she now was much more eager for Karasu to have her way. She wanted Karasu to be pleased with the body before her. The now nude Inoue grinned, she had a feeling Karasu was impatient. It probably would have helped when Karasu realized that her rough antics were already getting her opponent wet. She was still clearly winded and sore, but had a feeling that Karasu knew how to take a girls mind off of such things. "Well Karasu-san... It seems you do get what you want after all." Inoue spoke in a sultry tone. She simply purred at her opponents breasts sliding across her back. She would let Karasu do as she pleased, Inoue's exhausted body now only sought to be a worthy offering to her opponent.

Anja had a little problem while she watched the back of Inoue in all its glory. It was only a small line between humiliation and defeat, she had often been forced to push others over the line of defeat to humiliation and probably scarred them for life with it. She hadn't engineered this pushes and was unable to stop them from happening even if she had herself declined to execute the humiliation. But still, it had been done from her hands and unlike most of her *classmates*, Anja couldn't even ask them for forgiveness as she was no one and lived nowhere at this time. It wasn't that serious in the given situation but still as important for her own wellbeing.

"Come again? It sure was no submission. I only heard -san, but don't call me -san or -sama or -hime or something like that. I'm not your pimp or your mistress."
She had heard Inoue pretty well, but pretended that she didn't hear her loud and clear.

She shoved the panty of her opponent with a foot into the middle of the ring as a safety net, but wouldn't probably need them if Inoue was a done as it looked like. She led the Japanese back into the ring by hugging her torso from behind before putting an arm of Inoue around her neck, hook one of her legs with one of her own and take her down with a rather tame russian legsweep, a move not to be messed with but rather safe when handling a fatigued opponent.

On the ground, she'd roll on Inoue, grab her wrists and pin them over the head of her opponent while she would body press her on the mat and slide with her own legs between the legs of Inoue, drawing a sharp breath as their bottoms touched.
"One."
She hushed into the ear of Inoue before softly liking at the earlobe. If properly defeated instead of submitting, her opponent could keep her pride instead of submitting while hugging a ring post to stay on her legs.

Inoue hardly realized what was happening. By now her lungs were still screaming for air and her body simply didn't want to struggle. She fell with the motion of the Russian legsweep, and had her wrists pinned without incident. She had no more will to fight, her body just screamed for Karasu. The contact they made now was suffocating Inoue with the need now. Karasu's words were hardly noticed, she was on the mat with her eyes closed and a small smile on her face.

Karasu's count began, and Inoue shivered. Her chest was still heaving, erect, rosebud nipples showed her anticipation. She let out a faint moan at the sensation, Karasu's tongue licking at her earlobe. She was still enthralled by Karasu's body, and having it this close was torture. She wanted nothing more than Karasu at the moment, her eyes half-way open, she'd wait for the count. Her exhaustion only seemed to extend to the fight, she was all too eager for Karasu to exact her plans on her now. Inoue turned her head for a brief kiss, to occupy the time between counts. She hadn't rightly given up, her muscles tensed a little, while trapped by Karasu, but she didn't have remotely enough left to get out or away. Her respect for Karasu was tremendous, she'd been likely the greatest competitor she'd ever faced. She felt convinced to try her hardest, and the fact that it wasn't quite enough in the wrestling match, had shown a realistic need for improvement. But best of all, there was this. The sensual style that Karasu employed, it had been extremely hard to resist, and Inoue didn't want to struggle anymore.

"Two."
The ear left her mouth as the now *tame* Inoue kissed her, giving away her first sign of sensual activity after the groping in the beginning instead of forcing her way out. Her muscles at the arms were still in motion and offered a degree of resistance which made it really hard for Anja to control herself to not just fall over her like a cat over catnip.

"I'm still clothed, Beauty-chan. So consider this foreplay."
She promised the happy looking Inoue. It seemed as Anja had reached her goal and avoided a humiliating experience with her. There were already too many of them, at least in her mind.

It was funny that they hadn't had the warmest of welcomes but now would probably have the best warm up to another person after a rather rough start. Her head swung around again to slightly hover over the face of Inoue before she kissed her passionately and demanding. She was seeking eye contact, her lavender-blue eyes meeting the brown ones of Inoue with a rare warm expression in them. Her breast felt the heavy breathing of Inoue through the fabrication of her bra, rising her own level of arousal too while she made a first, slow, teasing grinding motion with her unruly getting sex upon the exposed womanhood of Inoue.

Inoue felt unusual to say the least. She wasn't used to being in such a situation. Karasu's voice alone had struck something within Inoue, something that made her quake and sweat. Inoue was captivated by the blonde on top of her, it seemed so surreal. Inoue's arms remained a bit tense, but her exposed body felt weak, she was anxious and it made her numb. Inoue had realized that Karasu was in reality, saving Inoue from being broken and humiliated. This body-press, if broken, only would have exposed her to harm. She knew better by this point and wouldn't go anywhere. Her opponents sensual nature was more appealing than the challenge she offered. She wouldn't be victor today. Not today. She told herself she'd have another chance some day, and opted to forget about it.

Inoue had better things to focus on presently, anyways. She moved directly into the kiss and let her tongue begin an intricate dance with Karasu's. She wanted her hands free, to explore Karasu. That was why they resisted now, it was no longer to fight. She let her head pull away however, awaiting the end of Karasu's sensual count. She groaned at the grinding motion, she was becoming extremely wet below. She could barely handle the foreplay, namely due to the anticipation she'd had of this experience, since the mention of wet panties in the boxing ring. Inoue knew from that moment, that she would have pursued Karasu if she hadn't showed interest as quickly after as she had.
Inoue let out light laughter at Karasu's words. This whole encounter thus far had been foreplay in her mind, the sensation of fighting an equal, or a superior even, had been enough to get Inoue excited.

Inoue looked into the piercing blue eyes of her opponent, nothing but admiration and desire were left in her own.

Inoue had barely broken the kiss as Anja liked over her lips.
"Three."
It was probably good news for the Sweetie in her grasp that they hadn't went for the five count Anja had offered in the beginning of the match.

The match was *officially* over now, but the torture of being held down wouldn't be over from one moment to the other for Inoue. Anja's hands slid down on her arms, still applying pressure to hold her down before coming to rest at the elbow joints. This would allow the sexy boxer some more freedom than total control as right now.

She grinded Inoue for a second time, this time with more ferociousness. She planned a little task for her to get herself naked without the annoying time she would need to remove her pants with her own hands, but that didn't have to mean that Inoue had to stay *unteased* for this time. She giggle lightly.
"Care to remove my pants for me? Hard conditions, I know, but you can do it."
She moved her hip and bottom up to hinder her knees from blocking any removal movement, giving up another measure of control. Having come to know how clever Inoue was, she would surely find a way to free Anja from her trouser and underwear without the help of her hands while she had some time to explore the bosom of the Japanese by circling with the tip of her tongue around it before applying a soft bite.

Inoue had grown antsy, still not much in the way of resistance, bus tense and squirmy nonetheless. When Karasu finally moved her hands, just enough to allow her some basic control, she would hesitate to put both hands on the blondes hip. The grinding motions made her inhale and exhale deeply, her bare womanhood still wet and yearning for Karasu. Inoue heard the foreigners words, and smiled. "I most certainly can." she purred before her hands moved to slide her ring attire, along with her panties, down to her knees. Her range of motion was cut off there, and she didn't want to get caught up, struggling under her opponents strength any more.

Inoue's slight grin gave way to a shocked expression, as she quietly moaned, the feeling of Karasu's tongue, and eventually teeth, on her smooth breasts, was only further the intensity. She wanted Karasu as exposed as she'd been, for quite some time, There was the task of removing her panties, which Inoue was intent on. She would wrap her legs around Karasu, and slide them down Karasu's smooth legs, to slip her bottoms down the rest of the way with her feet. As she did so, her hand danced through Karasu's golden locks while she bit lightly on her chest. The feeling was ecstatic. Inoue's arms went down only moments after, awaiting only the bra of her opponent to be removed, the last garment to keep them from total intimacy. Though, the minute that was gone, Inoue would lose it and want to begin pleasing Karasu then and there.

The German thought a moment about what to say. Would a pro be a whore in this department? She didn't really consider herself a whore, at least not full time, and certainly without a pimp. She decided to say it anyway, in the most honorific intention.
"Done like a pro."
Anja smiled after the successful removal of her panty and trouser through Inoue with her limited control. She stayed a little above her former opponent to let her clothes glide down her legs in full, kicking them away with a swinging motion of her feet before removing a hand from the elbow joint of Inoue to remove her own bra with a fluid motion, she could have probably done that while asleep too.

"Enjoying your release?"
She teased the sexy boxer while changing the breast to kiss and finally bite the other one too, enjoying the hand of Inoue playing with her hair, shuddering with delight when their bare sexes touched before she rubbed her womanhood over the one of Inoue, celebrating every inch.

Inoue could only stare up at her beautiful opponent in wonder. When she was released and could finally move, she was indeed, very pleased. "I am... And you will too... I promise." Inoue grinned. She let Karasu move back down and switch to her other breast, Inoue let out a surprised yelp at the contact their bodies made. Now she was very aroused, while her opponents bare chest could be felt somewhere on her body, while Karasu licked and nibbled at her round, immaculate, breasts. The previous words struck Inoue as hilarious, she could scarcely be farther from a pro, she was inexperienced if anything. It was all her own instinct that surfaced as the situation heated up. They were still in the middle of their battle ground, this ring had just seen them go to war twice, and now that both participants had faced eachother, it appeared that the peace treaty would be signed. Inoue's hand went back to the blonde hair, she was still enthralled by the entire package her opponent came in.

Skilled, strong, beautiful. This was definitely not going to be forgotten. Inoue's hand wandered from her now, former opponent's hair, to around her torso wanting every inch of contact she could get. Inoue's eyes shut and her head was laid back, as she was at last completely relaxed, just anticipating what Karasu would do next.