Kawaii Match: Tomoko vs Iria

Tomo's grip was near its limits when Iria pressed back against her bosom, but it was more out of arousal from her groping hand than actual resistance.

"N-not so fast, future... ahn... girl..." she managed to breath out before she bit her lip and managed to endure. She couldn't hold it much longer, her arms aching with effort. The top of her leotard began to slide down from all the shoving and rubbing of her breasts, letting it slide down near her nipples and pressing her sweating bare chest into Iria's face.

Iria would soon slump in the corner, her arms falling to her sides. Her head would have dropped forward, but Tomo's bust was keeping that from happening. She had finally passed out from the lack of air. Unfortunately, Tomo couldn't just pin her. She'd have to wait for her to come around. But this would give her the perfect chance to prepare and put Iria in a position that she couldn't escape from.

Breathing heavy from her exertion, she'd finally release the supposed time traveler to fall to the mat. Tomo would wipe the sweat from her brow, she'd fix her top slightly to cover her chest a bit better. Which reminded her... "Oh right... the humiliation..."

She'd tossed a few ideas around before the fight, but most of them boiled down to one thing. While she was out, Tomo would drag Iria to the middle of the ring and start stripping her down. She'd struggle a bit to shift the other girl's weight around well enough to yank off her jumpsuit and gingerly, semi-reluctantly removing any underwear she might have underneath.

When she was finally bare, Tomo gave the referee a brief "do i have to do this?" look.
She shrugged. "You agreed to it," she says with a shrug.

Tomo bites her lip, then starts to undress herself. She slides her thumbs down into her cleavage and tugs down her outfit, much to the approval of the crowd. She stripped down to just her boots and frilly white panties, taking the lacey armbands from her discarded clothes and wrapping one tightly around Iria's wrists, binding them behind her against her back. She'd take Iria's own costume and make more of a tangle than a knot around her legs, wrapping them around her calves and thighs to keep her from kicking with any real efficiency (another awkward family practice session, she had to admit).

Its final affect would be Iria bound and leaning over on her knees, arms behind her. Tomo would sit her nearly bare bum gently down on Iria's back like an awkward chair and reach down to gently pat at her cheeks.
"Hey... hey, wake up," she'd say meekly, fighting to minimize her own blush.

If Iria wouldn't respond significantly within about 10 seconds, Tomo would peer behind her and meekly slide a hand down her bottom, reaching under to cup at her crotch with her fingertips.

Iria would let out a groan, turning her head to the side as her eyes fluttered open. Where was she? But then she remembered. The match. Had she lost? But she remembered the rules. Which meant... "No..." Iria immediately began to squirm. Slowly at first. But as she realized her hands and legs were bounc, her squirming became more frantic. "No!" But in her position, it was useless. Her face was already turning red as it dawned on her that she was naked. "Release me!"

"Nuh uh," Tomo insisted, lowering her head into Iria's view above her (though appearing upside down) and shaking her head. "You want out, you gotta give up. Or... maybe..."

She glanced back at Iria's raised bare rump nervously, but ran her hand over her back to squeeze her little bottom. "I could release you... in a different way."

Iria would begin to thrash even more at the offer, letting out a yelp as her rear was squeezed. "No! No no no! A hero never gives up! You will release me!" But all Iria was managing to do as she squirmed, was just wear herself out. Eventually she'd have no strength to move. But for now she kept trying, not wanting to get beaten by Tomo.

Tomo's face was quite red as she saw the heroine squirm as she felt up her soft little ass. She was actually feeling a bit sorry about it all. "Well, you don't have to look at it like giving up... you could... um..."

Tomo struggled with the idea on several levels for a bit, then, very gently, slid her hand down to Iria's womanhood, running her fingers over it softly in an meagerly exploring fashion. "You could just agree to comply with me... as a friend..." She was surprised to find that she really meant it, in a way. She felt lousy about humiliating her foe so much, but she would be too stubborn to give up otherwise. There wasn't any reason she couldn't make it as comfortable or easy for her as possible, though, if she'd let her.

Iria would let out a moan as Tomo's fingers brushed against her sex, shutting her eyes as she stopped squirming. Her face was turning quite red at this point. She still wanted to escape... but that was feeling quite good. "B..But...I'm a hero..."

"Heroes can lose," Tomo said, a bit of desperate bargaining in her voice as she tried to keep it soft and sweet. "It can be like... your big downfall. But you pull yourself back up and come back even stronger. Because... because that's what heroes do," she said, sliding her finger tentatively inside her stirring up what wetness she could feel inside her. "They take their... ahem... licks, and always get back on their feet, cuz they're tougher than that, right?"

She'd use her other hand to steady herself on Iria's buttocks, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I mean, it's not like I'm a villain... I can be nice. See?" With that, Tomo would gently tap her finger towards where she expected Iria's clitoris to be.

Iria would moan at the stimulation, her body trembling as she shut her eyes. It did make sense what she was saying. And it felt so good too... Iria would give up... but not just yet. SHe'd let out a loud moan as Tomo's exploring fingers found her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"I...I give... ohhh d..don't stop." Iria's juices were starting to flow, the sensation driving her towards her climax