Matt Floyd vs Eriko

Matt breathed in easy again once he was free from the scissors, and the rubbing. The rubbing he missed. But this was still a match and he still had to win.

Matt heard Eriko slapping the mat, and he gave a grim smile. "Sorry, rookie," Matt called over his shoulder. "Hentai submission only. You can't get out that way." With that in mind Matt would move his hands to Eriko's exposed crotch, and start rubbing her in return. But the oil all over their bodies was really giving him a hard time holding on to Eriko's legs, and he may not be able to for much longer.

"Nggghhhhhhhhh!!!" the pain of the boston crab was becoming unbearable - she felt Matt leaning more and more into it, creating even more pressure than she can handle.

And then - a different kind of feeling - this time a slight stroke - it couldn't be,but it was - as she continued to feel the sharp pain in her back, she started to experience a soft and gentle rub in her sex - Eriko struggled a bit more, trying to free herself from Matt's slippery grasp - the lotion was definitely helping and Matt, who trying to multi-task, created an even bigger window of opportunity for Eriko to get out of the hold - she realized the more she struggled, the more Matt was losing a grip on her leg - but things weren't looking too good for her exposed sex..

Finally the slipperyness of the oil and Eriko's constant struggling made her legs slip right out of his grasp. Matt was fighting two opponants in this match; Eriko and the oil. It made his submission holds a lot harder to lock in. If he was gonna have a handle on this match he needed to get the hang of it real fast.

Quickly swiveling round from his seated position on Eriko's back, Matt would face her front. Then he would grab her arms, place them over his thighs, and pull back her chin in a camel clutch.

"No!" Eriko screamed out - just when she thought she was out of a precarious position, she found herself in yet another one - this time, she was being bent backwards from another side. Eriko quickly grabbed Matt's hands with her own, trying to pry his fingers open. If this keeps up, I'll never outlast him she thought to herself.

Eriko began slapping her hand against the slippery mattress again - she also began thrashing about with her legs.

"Gerfff offfff mwweeeeeee" she mumbled out loud. Eriko began to rock her body back and forth, trying against all odds to shake her opponent off of her.

"What was that?" Matt asked coyly. "I couldn't really understand you." Matt held on with as much strength as he allowed himself. Her face had no oil on iy, so it was easy to hold on to her chin. The rest of her body, however, was still pretty slippery. When Eriko rocked herself back and forth Matt tried to steady himself with his feet, but by now the mat had become pretty oily as well, and he ended up rolling off her, covering himself in more oil as he did so.

Eriko found herself, again, momentarily free - but she was dazed, trying to catch her breath - leaving her oil soaked, luscious body open and exposed to any type of attack that Matt had planned. She ran her hand through her hair, to try and clear her vision so she could see where exactly her opponent was. Slowly she tried to get onto all fours - slowly she was regaining her senses - Where is he? she thought to herself.

With some difficulty Matt was able to get back to his hands and knees, slipping and slidding along the way. If he got out of this in one piece he'd certainly be richer for the experience. Eriko didn't look she had recovered just yet so Matt had to capitilize on his advantage. While she was getting on all fours Matt would sneak up behind her. Then he would wrap on of his arms around her throat, and place her in a kneeling dragon sleeper.

In a flash, Eriko suddenly felt an arm around her throat - she began to feel a bit weary - everything around her started to become hazy - lotion dripping down the side of her face - she started to feel even more weak than she already was - she ever started to feel a bit sleepy.

Suddenly, she realized where she was and what was happening to her- though she tried to put up a struggle, it was too late - her arms were like jelly - she just could not fight her opponent back.

Matt kept the hold locked tight, wearing Eriko down so it was easier perform his more sensual moves later, if he had any. Eriko was quickly wearing down, it wouldn't be long now. So using his free hand, he would use it to roam across her weakening body, starting with her breasts, and start groping them sensually.

First, the boston crab.

The the camel clutch.

And now, the kneeling dragon sleeper.

How much more of this could Eriko take? How much could anyone take? though it seemed a good idea at the time to challenge her cocky opponent and try to teach him a lesson - her precarious position begged the debate as to whether or not she should've just kept walking and ignore Matt.

But she wasn't going to get out of this easily - and just with the other moves, Eriko tried to get herself out of this situation - but it wasn't working . she got lucky a few times because of the slipperiness of the lotion - she had a pretty good plan - but her execution was flawed - it didn't help, either, that her opponent was much stronger than she was. Perhaps she should just give up - accept defeat - and reap the benefits of what her opponent was prepared to do to her.

Eriko suddenly felt her opponents hand creeping around the front of her chest - "Uhhhhhhhhhh... no....." she said softly. Eriko's vision started to blur - she started to feel sleepy - her strength was dripping out of her body, much like the lotion that dripped down her body. "Uhhhhhhhhh - nnnnnggghhhhh" she was upset - upset with herself - upset that she was being beaten within the confines of her own apartment - that she was going to be physically and sexually defeated.