Humiliation: Akiko vs. Claire

The first thing that struck Claire as she regained consciousness was the disgusting taste in her mouth. For a moment, she could not, for the life of her, figure out what it was. But, suddenly, it struck her: the metallic taste in her mouth was blood. Her blood, apparently. That punch…really did a number on me, she thought, shaking her head. She would need to get Akiko back for that. This was twice, now, in this match that the ninja girl had knocked Claire out.

Claire tried to get to her feet, but found that she was in an incredibly awkward position—not even on the mat, as a matter of fact. Her legs were draped across the ropes, and—

Ow! Pain shot through her arms and legs as they were pulled backwards. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” she cried, opening her eyes and peering around. A shiver went through her body as she saw her shirt had been pulled up, revealing her white-and-black-polka-dots bra, and her skirt had turned over to reveal her young womanhood. “W-what!? H-hey, Akiko, stop! Stop!”

Claireâ€s cheeks flushed, realizing from the hooting and hollering of the crowd that they were getting a real kick out of what was going on. With her skirt hiked up, they had a perfect view of her pussy, and through the tears which were welling up in her eyes Claire thought she could see the flashes of cameras going off, capturing her shame for posterity. Despite all of this, Akiko didnâ€t seem willing to ease up on Claire at all, continuing to wrench her arms painfully backwards.

“N-no! I wonâ€t surrender!” Claire choked out, though her confidence wavered with each passing second. “Youâ€re taking this too far, Akiko! I c-canâ€t believe you would do this to me! Th-they can all see my…my pussy…”

Claire was starting to freak out. Each second she held out was a dozen more pictures of her nakedness posted online, another hundred people who would see them—all compounded together into an eternity of embarrassment. Worst of all was that Claire was actually sort of getting turned on by this. Her pussy was moistening as Akiko dominated her, and she just knew that everyone in the arena knew it, and that it would show up in every picture taken of her in that humiliating position.

Claire the jobber! Getting off on her own pain… she thought, tears running down her cheeks. She would never fully be able to live this down. She couldnâ€t escape and turn the tide, either—Akiko had her right where she wanted her.

“S-sitting on you wasnâ€t like this!” Claire sobbed. “I just…I just…”

Akiko sat down and grabbed onto Claireâ€s bra with both hands. The schoolgirlâ€s face grew even paler. “No, please, please Akiko, theyâ€ve already got pictures of my pussy, donâ€t let them see my boobs, too! N-no! No!” But begging was useless. Akiko was already counting down. Claire let her get to four before choking out: “I…I submit, Akiko! D-donâ€t! Stop! Please! You win!”

“Itâ€s not fair!” Claire sniffled, crossing her arms and pouting as Akiko helped her off the ropes and fixed her shirt and skirt. “I-itâ€s not fair!” She felt like a baby, throwing a terrible tantrum while her mother dressed her. All that was missing was Akiko burping her and changing her dirty diaper. But, as much as Claire wanted to salvage some little scrap of pride, she couldnâ€t stop crying, and so her embarrassment only grew and grew.

It wasnâ€t until most of the fans had left that Claire was able to compose herself and look Akiko in the eye. Akiko had asked to be hit. On some level, Claire really wanted to—she wanted revenge for the humiliating experience that Akiko had put her through. But on another level, she knew that it wasnâ€t really the ninja girlâ€s fault—it was a humiliation match, after all. Claireâ€s facesitting had made Akiko sob just as Akikoâ€s entangling her in the ropes had made Claire sob. Slowly, the schoolgirl shook her head.

“N-no…no. I donâ€t want to hit you,” Claire said, wiping the last few tears from her face. “Thatâ€s not going to make me feel any better. Besides, if I hit you, then youâ€d have to sit on my face to make us even. Iâ€m not innocent here.” She took a deep breath. “But what I do want is a rematch, Akiko. Letâ€s name the time, place, attire, and rules right now. It can be as public or as private as youâ€d like. But I want a chance to beat you again.”

Claire was glad that Akiko had agreed to take her on a second time. She was even gladder that the ninja girl had decided to let her choose the rules for their rematch—she had several ideas, any one of which would be a great medium for a return engagement. She was also thankful for the offer to train at Akikoâ€s dojo, for, though she did consider herself to be strong, she recognized in this match a sign that perhaps her ability to take a punch could use a little work.

“Thanks, Akiko,” Claire said, managing to smile back at the girl who had just utterly humiliated her. “I might just take advantage of that offer. I suppose my endurance could use a little work. As far as submission holds go, though, I still think that Iâ€ve got you beat. And, since you were so kind to let me choose the format of our rematch, I figure I might as well choose a type of match which would be to my advantage. Therefore, I challenge you to…” She paused for dramatic effect, bringing a finger to her lips.

“…a bed wrestling match, in bra and panties. In my bed. We can keep it private, if thatâ€s what you want. But donâ€t think that I wonâ€t sit on your face again, Akiko, because thatâ€s exactly what I intend to do.”