Penalty match! Maddy vs Andy special event

"Unghff... what are you complaining about... the stockings were your idea in first place... !".
Andy would struggle at the feel of Maddy's thighs squeezing his leg inbetween them, but he could not prevent her from proceeding with her planned submission.

Locked in her STF with her thighs squeezed tightly around his trapped leg and her breathing bathing his neck and face from the side in the crossface lock, Andy would be obliged to both blush from flustrated embarrassement and groan from the painful straining of his neck and back muscles.. and even his abdominals due to the uncomfortable arching.
Well, compared to watching John Cena doing the same on some TV shows, this was surely a much sexier submission if performed by Maddy... but still quite painful.

"Urghhh...you really seem to love hugging me a lot...huh...??? ngrhhh...", the handsome guy would say while groaning and squirming to not much avail. Locked perfectly in her hold he was denied the necessary leverage for muscleing his wait out of her hold.

Relying on the resilience of his body and his bigger size compared to the seductive opponent, Andy had no intention to give up that easily, but Maddy was still granted all the chances to soften his muscles and drain his stamina...and probably play with him too, while he could not escape from her clutches.

“If I can still hear you talking, that means that I am not pulling hard enough!”, Maddy grunted into his ear as she strained to flex her body as tight as possible forcing Andy's chin up even further.  She felt like she was trying to stand up from a front walkover and kept that picture in her mind as she continued to punish Andy's body.

Maddy whispered into Andy's ear between his grunts and moans of pain, “I think that if you just submit like a nice little boy, then you can finally get out of your maid outfit, or do you like wearing it for your fans in the Arena?” She thought about it for a minute, then added, "you do like wearing that skirt don't you Andy, I never would have thought that, you straighten it out like you have had plenty of practice, but its okay with me", snickered Maddy.

She figured that she had a chance to get him to submit, especially with the added benefit of being able to take the maid outfit off, but even if she didn't get him to submit when he was finally out of this hold, he would be weakened enough for her to trap him in another hold before he could regain his strength, at least she hoped so.

"UUrrghhhhhh.....!!", was all the smartass retort that Andy could master this time, stretched even more painfully by Maddy as she decided that "she was not pulling hard enough".

"Yay for your wonderful mouth, stupid Andy...!", the suffering handsome would silently scold himself, avaiding to give an answer to Maddy's latest taunting question not only because he didn't want to bring a further stretching to himself, but basically because all his air supply was required for those loud groans.

"Nrgghhhh..... n-no... tapping....and no.....loving this suit.... ngrffhh..!!!" Eyes and teeth clenched from the hard straining, Andy would stubbornly refuse to give up.
But even so, Maddy could soon feel the stern resistence from his abs and neck muscles slowly give in. And with Andy's hard body getting softer and more comfortable to stretch, she also knew that the cute hunk was well buttered up in her hands.

“gggnn....nnnn...gggm....mmmgghgh...” grunted Maddy as she continued to put the pressure on Andy's tightly stretched body.   The sweat was dripping from her forehead onto Andy, and his sweat streaked face was making her grip on him rather precarious.  Maddy adjusted her hands slightly to make sure that they did not slip at a critical moment, and continued her slow inexorable pull back on Andy's body.

She watched his hands that were at first frantically trying get some traction start to slow down and accept the fate that their owner was now a victim of.  Andy's body which had been fighting her so forcefully at first, seemed to relax and give up  the battle.  Maddy almost lessened her hold, but knew that if she gave Andy even a slight opening he would undoubtedly take full advantage of it.  She pulled even harder on his suddenly limp body in her desperation to get him to give up..

“You don't have to tap Andy, you can just let the Ref know that you have had enough, that's not really tapping”, Maddy said to him in a consoling tone.  She motioned with her head for the Ref to get off of her lazy butt and come over to check on Andy.  

“Well........”, the Ref said nonchalantly. “What's it gonna be?”

As soon as the ref approached Maddy could feel the defiance flare up in Andy for one last try at resistance.  She leaned back for all that she was worth to squash that thought right out of his pretty little head.  Her interlaced fingers were locked tight and the trembling in her arms let her know that she was using every bit of strength that she had to get him to submit now before she could no longer maintain the hold and had to let him out.  “At that point they would both be in horrible shape,” she thought with dismay.

“Come on Andy!!!,” she said in a tight controlled voice.  “Give up, its just one round, you might not even make it to round 4 if I have to keep this up much longer”, Maddy said in a surprisingly supportive tone, especially since she was there to win, not to get Andy to the next round.

As predictable, Andy's softening resistence could only earn him an increasing pressure from Maddy's crossface, causing all the interested muscles from traps to glutes to burn like if they were going to be ripped apart.
"Wonderful... you could not choose a better moment to relax...!", Andy's mind would silently say, while his mouth was translating that smart gag into a more honest:"AAARGHHHH.....!!!"

He knew that he had probably no other choice but to give up... But: the disappointingly carefree expression of the ref-girl... and the clear signs of a straining transpiring from Maddy's wavering voice and trembling arms urged him to resist more: he could still make it...!

With that irrational thought in his mind, the young male would shake his head in a restrainted but still visible refuse to give up, eyes burning the ref with a defiant gaze, his muscles resuming a much painful flexing as he seemed to fight back with renewed strenght.
It was obviously a bluff that he could keep going for not more than a few seconds now... but maybe it would still convince Maddy to let him go.
If not... then he would have no other choice than to accept defeat.

Maddy felt like her muscles were on fire, she knew that Andy wasn't going to give up and she was determined to outlast him, or cramp up in the process.  She felt Andy fighting and she took a deep breath to begin this last battle of wills, one way or the other Andy would be out of this hold soon. She was all in for this hold, putting everything that she had left into the pot, winner takes all.

The sweat dripping down her face was now stinging her eyes with each bleary blink, Maddy gritted her teeth and wrenched back like she was trying to pull a battleship with a tow rope. "Ungggghhhhhh”, moaned Maddy from the muscle pain and the taxing effort to get Andy to submit.   She felt her whole body trembling now from the exertion and fatigue that was falling over her from this small battle.  In another few seconds she would have to let him go as she would be totally spent, probably with not enough energy to stand back up.

Actually...no: Maddy was definitely not being tricked or demoralized by his bluff. Quite the opposite, she was nudged into fighting all out instead, squeezing and pulling with all she got into her crossface.

Like that, it only took a few seconds for her to feel Andy's exhausted muscles relaxing and giving into her stretching, having him completely helpless and easily bent backward.
It was definitely tapout time or injury time at this point, and even a stubborn one like Andy knew which was the right choice.
"Ughhhhhhhhh....! I...I give... I give...!", he would groan with a breathless hiss, while at the same time tapping with similar meekness with his free hand.

"I give....", grunted Andy in obvious pain and defeat. Maddy couldn't believe her ears.  She had resigned herself to this nightmare of torture for both of them that she was locked in with Andy.  A wave of sweet relief washed over her like a summer storm.   She immediately lowered him down to the mat as gently as her exhausted muscles would allow.  She ended up dropping him about six inches from the mat with a small thud as his head bounced.  Maddy then gently released his leg from her hold, her muscles felt like they wanted to lock up at any minute, she could only hope that Andy was in worse shape, since they still had to finish this match one way or the other.

"Sorry about that Andy-san" she wheezed, trying to catch her breath.  Maddy rolled onto her back next to Andy and stared at the ceiling , waiting for the blood pounding through her head to shut the fuck up with all that damned noise. The roar from the Arena crowd was just a dull buzz in the background to her at this point. "I wonder if it would be OK to take a nap," she thought dreamily.

Obviously, Andy could not be in better conditions, laying face down with his back heaving up and down slowly with tired breathings, muscles glistening with a mix of Maddy's sweat and his own.

Still, being released from that vicious crossface felt like being in cloud nine.
"Uhhh don't even mention it Maddy-doll... that stretching hold spared me my next session of chiropractice too... huff...huff...".
There, Andy's humor was really hard to die, if couldn't be crushed even by suffering a submission while wearing a maid outfit.

"Moreover... submitting now would not be that bad... I never got to like how I look in short skirt and stockings... haha....".
He was taking it like a good sport, again, but he also knew that he needed to win two rounds in a row now. And that the next one was going to be the most difficult challenge... since he was obliged to go under another penalty and with no possibility to refuse it, under pain of losing the whole match.

But he would face each single problem at the right time. For now, first in order was to recover some strenght and stamina. The young male would groan faintly and turn onto a more comfortable laying position on one side, which brought him slightly closer to the prone Maddy.
He would not mind a comforting cuddle at a time like this, but taking a small time to rest without havin his spine stretched into innatural positions was good enough too.

“Andy please go take that outfit off so that you can pay your next penalty”, Maddy said slowly, wanting to take as long as possible so that she could get a little more rest. She knew that Andy had to be dying to get out of that maid outfit and back into his gear.

She slowly got up and shuffled over to her corner to take a much needed drink of water. The cool liquid felt like ambrosia going down her throat, and she couldn't recall water ever tasting this good before. She slowly sat down to take stock of her body to see how she was feeling and how that would translate to round 4.

Her muscles were in bad shape and she couldn't hide that fact from herself and Andy would spot that weakness immediately and pounce on her. She could always do the handcuffs for Andy, but the way that she felt now, he would probably still win the round. Her other option was a tad different and she needed to clear it with the Ref while Andy was changing.