Aoi Tamazaki Vs. Shinji Okazaki

Aoi's eyes widened when Shinji's lithe fingers curled around Aoi's neck in a blatant choke hold. She could feel Shinji's hands begin to compress against her neck, slowly making it harder to breath. However, the strength was not there to outright choke her and instead she was left more shocked than in real trouble. Even more so that he seemed to be becoming defiant. Aoi's hand slipped along Shinji's svelte hand and caressed it momentarily.

She sat up, pushing the full weight of her undercarriage against Shinji's growing cock and her other hand pulled back.

*crack*

She swung a hard slap across Shinji's cheek. her eyes furrowed while she tried ti yank Shinji's arm from her throat.

Shinji didn't quite know what to make of the situation. Aoi seemed to be...caressing him? He thought the moment was rather tender and nice until the harsh reality of a bitchslap returned him to the earth. And then his arms were yanked away and he was once again at Aoi's mercy. She began to press herself hard against him and his manhood began to grow and grow, stiffening more every second. He panicked- he doubted the girl was even wet. She seemed way more experienced, like a, uh, big sister.

Shinji put his free hand up in front of his face and looked away and closed his eyes. Whatever was coming next was going to be awful he knew it. He wanted to be up and free. Shinji honestly wouldn't mind being slammed, at least compared to this. This was just humiliating.

"Please no I am sorry..." It didn't occur to him that he should apologize in a wrestling ring but the words came out of his mouth nonetheless.

Aoi leaned back when Shinji cowered. She turned her head and listened to his pathetic apology. Honestly, she hadn't dominated anyone like this in a long while. She always had to play the coy maiden to weaken boys. But this boy was already weak. His resistance to her was the last dying flickers of some sort of useless pride that had gone the way of the dodo some time well before this moment. The dress said it all.

"Mmmmmmmhhmmmm..." She moaned, breathing through her nose as she began to gyrate her hips one more. Her perky breasts pointed out to the crowd. her nipples were visibly stiff and her eyes fluttered, just barely taking in Shinji's cowering visage.

She pushed one hand back and began to slide her hand up Shinji's smooth thigh. She was almost embarrassed at how smooth it was. Aoi took immaculate care of her body but did Shinji somehow have even smoother legs?

"Apologize properly for upsetting Nee-chan, Shinji-kun." Aoi breathed through a moan. "Nee-chan doesn't want to hurt you, you know. She'll take care of you as long as you behave. Don't you want Nee-chan to take care of you?"

Shinji was being played like a flute and he moaned softly. He then covered his mouth in shame and looked wide eyed up at Aoi. There was little pride or courage within him but he was trying to summon it up now. Saying sorry might have been a point of no return but he was resolved to try and return anyways. He noticed that Aoi's nipples were rock hard and that gave him an idea.

"If you want to put a collar on me you'll have to beat me black and blue!" Shinji made this oath as he reached up and grabbed one of Aoi's soft breasts and gave it a hard twist. Titty twisters were perhaps not the most orthodox wrestling moves but it was all he could think of in the circumstances. And besides Aoi's breasts were soft on his hand and he enjoyed the sensation.

Aoi saw Shinji's hand raise and thought nothing of it. Even after it rested upon the soft flesh of her breast, she still didn't make any attempt to push him away. However, his defiant words made her eyes widen. What did he say? That was when the sharp pain ripped through her.

"Aiyyeeeeeeeee!"

Aoi shrieked and tried to scramble away from Shinji as quickly as possible, springing up and off him and backing away quickly to try and cradle her sore breast. She couldn't believe it. She thought she had him totally under her control!

That worked far better than expected. Aoi was off him now of her own volition. Well, kinda. Shinji took the opportunity to roll away and stand up himself. He straightened out his dress and stockings before looking back at Aoi. The shriek had been ear-rending and there was still a little ringing in his ears. But the crowd crackled with excitement- they loved seeing Shinji, the scrappy underdog, get one over on Aoi. This buoyed Shinji quite a bit. His scared face transformed into a goofy grin and he was filled with energy.

The crossdresser used the boost to surge forward with his puny arm cocked back, ready for a punch. He didn't know enough about fighting not to telegraph his moves and in Shinji's mind the pose was quite heroic. Or as heroic as one can be in a dress and high heels. He launched his tiny fist at Aoi as hard as he could at the critical moment. His high pitched cry could be heard even in the highest seat as the fist flew at Aoi. It would make a great picture, he thought, if the blow connected.

Aoi rubbed her sensitive nipple while Shinji stood up and straightened his garb. She eyed him carefully, while he pulled back his fist and charged, attempting the most woeful and telegraphed punch she'd ever seen in her life. Aoi was barely a fighter, but even SHE could see that coming from a mile away.

She watched his arm and when he swung, she easily slid underneath the dainty fist and spun around. She threw her arms forward and tried to push her hands into Shinji's back and steer him, using his own momentum, chest first into one of the corners.

Just when he thought his triumph was near Aoi ducked underneath his blow. Shinji gasped as his opponent deftly dodged his move. And even worse she directed him to one of the corners. He found it hard to run with a full erection but he found it even harder when he ran into the corner at full speed. He let out an "Oof!" as all of his body weight crashed into the turnbuckle.

He slumped against it. Pain rocked his abdomen and his chest. He pushed himself off of it and turned around and then slumped back against the turnbuckle. That was his first real blow in the wrestling ring and Shinji wasn't handling it well.

Aoi watched as Shinji turned around and slumped against the turnbuckle. She stalked towards Shinji and completed the little distance their was between them and pressed her hand against her chest. She began to rub her palm over where Shinji's nipple, trying to harden it. "You're not very nice to Nee-chan, Shinji-kun." She purred. "And here I've treated you so well. Aoi pouted.

She took hr thumb and forefinger and pinched his nipple through the dress. Not hardm just enough to hold it in place and squeeze it a bit. "What if I went and did that to you, Shinji-kun? I don't think that you'd like it ver much."

Aoi grinned devilishly at Shinji as her other hand snaked further down Shinji's body until it was under the dress. She felt along his shaft, wondering if he wore panties as well. Her hand slid down Shinji's stiff shaft until she was cupping Shinji's jewels. "What if I found another place to squeeze and twist?" She threatened as her hand gripped Shinji's balls a little tighter.

Shinji tried to shy away from Aoi's cruel grasp but couldn't. The hand on his chest stayed him for the time being and the soft rubbing of his nipple made him feel more and more into it. His shudder was obvious to everyone in the arena. He hoped against hope that Aoi wouldn't notice his visible hotness. As his nipple was being squeezed he reached out to grab the ropes. He gripped them like they were bedsheets and whimpered a bit.

"Why are you taunting me like th-th-this..." And then she grabbed his coin purse and gave them a little squeeze. Shinji gave a moan- it was immensely pleasurable. And even worse, Shinji knew he was now trapped. Any sudden movement would cause a ton of pain to his testicles. Aoi's hands were firmly down his panties and might be there for a while.

He looked at Aoi with bashful eyes. "Please don't..."