Kindred Spirits

It was almost unfair.

Not what Spider and Samiya were doing to Ryo, of course. That, she was perfectly okay with. True, Ryo hadn’t done anything to them - at least, before he slapped her ass - but he clearly deserved it for other reasons, even beyond what she was getting paid for. This wasn’t just beating up on some random guy in the locker room, it was a service to humanity.

No, what was unfair was that Samiya was offering her the chance to join in with her turn, letting her lock on the figure-four. It was almost like Spider was getting a turn and a half. She hated to be greedy with this sort of thing.

Then again, Samiya was the one offering it. It would be rude to turn her down.

”A figure-four?” She nodded, took a moment to think about it, then went into motion. It had been a while since she’d done the move, preferring more exotic submissions, but thoughts of her earlier days recalled the memory easily enough. She did a quick spinning toe hold, grasped the other leg and bent it over into the titular position, then fell back and started pouring on the pressure. She even grabbed the ropes for that extra bit of leverage - no referee to stop her, might as well enjoy it.

”So, Ryo, a question for you.” She looked up, just enough to make eye contact. ”Between Samiya and I, who’s hurting you more, right now?”

Ryos answer was quite simple and elegant and to the point:

"FF...Ff....FUUUCK!"

He screamed, having his legs bent in the most famous and painful of leg holds, while his head was tightly, incredibly tightly, squeezed by the powerful thighs of Samiya!

"S-Stop! Stop! Please!"

Ryo may have woken up a little ahead of schedule but Samiya wasn’t about to let that get in her way. That said, while he was awake, he wasn’t really resisting or in fact doing much of anything.

That meant he just lay there while she secured her scissors and Spider secured her leglock. As the blonde dropped down and kicked the pressure into gear, Samiya did the same, making sure to hit Ryo with as much pain all at once as she could manage.

Spider was using the ropes to add leverage to her hold. The Schoolgirl Assassin couldn’t do that, being too far away, but she was bridging into her own hold as best she could. She was up on her hands, her curvy backside well clear of the mat, her lips curled in a sneer of effort as she squeezed.

Only for her to lift her head as Spider asked her question, expression morphing into a delighted grin.

Which of them was hurting him more?

Probably Spider, to be honest. Samiya had strong legs, thick with muscle even if they looked otherwise. But the Figure-Four was the Figure-Four and it was a classic for a reason. Not to mention that Spider had applied it with flair. But it wasn’t about which of them was hurting him more, not to Samiya at least. It was about another humiliation game.

”Tsk, tsk, Ryo,” The tattooed wrestler mock-chided him, pulsing her thighs around his skull in tune with her words, ”That didn’t sound like an answer to me. Let’s try again.”

She squeezed harder.

”Who’s hurting you more, right now? Spider? Or me?”

If Spider had a real sense of sympathy, like most normal human beings, she would’ve felt bad for Ryo. On some level, she could recognize that the poor guy, while he might have been a bit of a lecher, probably didn't deserve this level of torture, that this was the equivalent of picking off a fly's wings and watching it crawl.

But, well, she was being paid. And having fun. So it sucked to be him.

Despite what it seemed, Spider was taking care not to go too far with this, not wanting to break any bones. Management tended not to care overly much about their talent - particularly their male talent being beaten up behind the scenes, but that could've changed if they had to actually pay for his care. Not that this was a tall order. She knew how to pump up the pressure, and so did Samiya, by the looks of it. Small, but god, th3ose legs…

Thoughts for another time. For now, there was the little matter of Ryo and his disobedience. To be fair, he was probably having a hard time talking with all the unbearable pain he was dealing with, but Spider could think of an easy enough way to remedy that. He just needed the proper incentive.

”I’ll tell you what, Ryo.” She eased up on the hold, taking it down from a ten to about a five. Enough to let him think. ”If you vote for me, I promise to let you out of the figure-four. No strings.”

She doubted he’d believe her, but then again, it wasn’t as if he had much to lose. She was curious to see if he’d try it. If he did, well, she had plans...

Ryo had signed up to Tension for a couple, simple, basic reasons. The first was fun, plain and simple. The second was living up to the Kamiya name and all that "Kamiya's are a cornerstone of Tension, and our ancestor helped create hentai wrestling in Japan in the first place" and all that jazz. At no point had he signed up for AFW to do anything like what these girls were doing to him, and, while he knew some matches could get overly aggressive, he honestly HAD been naive enough to not even think situations like this could occur, and he'd be in a position where he'd be in pain and afraid like he was now.


The figure four hold actually eased up a bit, giving his legs a small, very small, amount of relief, though Ryo honestly didn't notice at first, the crushing pressure around his head actually increasing as Samiya and Spider continued torturing him, his entire body shaking and starting to spasm a bit.

But her half heard words finally got through to him, and he began tapping out, once again, on Samiya's legs.

"T-The...The figu-Figur...The fig..fuour!"

He screamed out, willing taking the way out, even as his head was getting slowly closer to "squished like grape" status, desperate for any kind of relief from the sheer agony forced through his body!

While Spider was making offers, her partner was not quite sure what to make of that. But then they were making this one up as they went along, inventing the rules of the game as they played instead of working to a pre-arranged script.

In some ways, that was fun, relaxing – letting her hair down instead of planning it all out as she usually did. But, equally, it left her somewhat uncertain about both Spider and Ryo.

Though, to be fair, Ryo was not really in a position to cause her much in the way of problems.

This time, however, he did at least answer – both verbally with the wailing that it was the figure-four hurting more and the frantic taps on her stone-hard thighs.

Samiya didn’t know if Spider was planning to follow through on that promise. Well, even if she did, there’d be a caveat or three to go with the apparent gift of mercy. But, at the same time, she could see the blonde being sadistic enough to give Ryo hope and then snatch if away. Or just laugh in his face.

She didn’t know. What Samiya did know is what her own response would be.

She doubled down. For ten seconds, the Schoolgirl Assassin squeezed Ryo’s head with every ounce of power she could wring out of her quads and hamstrings. Her head was thrown back, her lips twisted in a sexy snarl and her hair tossed back behind her as she bridged up as far as she physically could manage.

It’d probably be a long, long ten seconds for Ryo.

But then the tattooed wrestler would unlock her legs and scoot back, waiting to see what Spider had in mind next.