Humiliation: Akiko vs. Claire

Claire had been preparing to try to do something—anything, really, to try to reverse the relative positions of herself and the ninja girl—when Akiko punched her squarely in the jaw. Oh, shit, the schoolgirl thought, as the fog which had so recently been dispelled descended upon her once more. Claireâ€s eyes rolled back in her head, and, for a moment, everything went dark.

This is not going how I expected it to, Claire said to herself, shuddering. Her limbs felt like spaghetti. Sheâ€s a lot stronger than I thought she would be. One kick and all of a sudden Iâ€m nothing but putty in her hands.

She hardly felt it as Akiko began unbuttoning her vest. If she didnâ€t wake up soon, she ran the risk of losing her shirt and skirt, as well—or worse, depending, of course, on what the heretofore dominant ninja girl intended to do to her.

Claire struggled to regain consciousness, but eventually she managed to come to her senses, reality hitting her like a freight train. Her head hurt. She didnâ€t have her vest anymore—and might have some difficulty getting it back from whoever had snatched it up. She was still having difficulty moving. Better learn how to block strikes like that…for next time, she thought, mentally hitting herself for her negligence.

Claire opened her teary eyes, looking up at Akiko as the ninja girl reached down towards Claireâ€s skirt. But, instead of going for the easy prize, the ninja reached beneath the schoolgirlâ€s skirt and grabbed onto her panties, quickly and easily sliding them off. Realizing what was happening, Claire let out a little squeak of surprise and tried to cross her legs.

“Y-you took my panties!?” she asked, flustered, looking up at Akiko. The little white-with-black-polka-dots panties dangled from the ninja girlâ€s hand. Claireâ€s face turned a deep crimson, and she tried to roll away from her opponent and get to her feet.

Claire sighed, watching as her panties flew out of the ring. “Well…right, yeah. Whatever,” she stammered, conceding that she had, indeed, said those words. There was nothing wrong with what Akiko had done—as Claire understood it, the two girls could do pretty much anything to each other in their quest to gain a submission. Her opponent had, however, surprised her—she didnâ€t think that Akiko would go after her panties so quickly. The memory of the ninjaâ€s hand briefly groping at her nether regions made Claireâ€s face turn still redder.

She wiped the tears and sweat from her face. Now that she was back on her feet, she was ready to pay Akiko back for stripping her of her vest and panties. “We hardly know each other, so I didnâ€t expect you to take the match to such a personal place so swiftly,” Claire explained, with a shrug. “I hope youâ€re ready for the same treatment, though, Akiko, because before this match is over, youâ€re going to lose that cute little costume, and all these people will see you as naked as the day you were born!”

She brought her fists up, though she knew that any exchange of blows in that manner would inevitably favor Akiko. At this point, Claire was just looking for her opponent to drop her guard, or make a rash attack—she needed some sort of opening to turn the tide of this match. Claire was beginning to wonder, however, whether she would get such a chance at all.

Claire laughed, shrugging off her opponentâ€s apology. “Oh, no need to be sorry,” she said, as she saw the ninjaâ€s face flush red, as well. “You couldâ€ve at least bought me dinner first, though.”

“Well, itâ€s not going to be me, either,” Claire continued, confident in her ability to keep her shirt and skirt on for the duration of the match. Whichever one of us it is, though, the audience will surely be pleased. I donâ€t know if I could walk away from this match without getting just a quick peek at whatâ€s under that ninja outfit, though, she added in her head. She had to admit, she was becoming just a little bit infatuated with Akiko, at least on a purely physical level.

Claire had been expecting Akiko to charge her, and, when she did, Claire would drop to her knees, hoping to dodge whatever attack the ninja girl had in store. As the snap kick scraped her shoulder, Claire struck back, trying to drive her fist into her opponentâ€s groin. I may not punch like she can, Claire admitted, but I hope this hurts.

Claire smiled as her fist landed just where she intended it to, causing Akiko to double over and fall to the mat in pain. “Gotcha, Akiko!” Claire said, pumping her fist in the air as the ninja girl began to massage her crotch. “Looks like Iâ€m not the only one who has a little trouble taking a punch. Now itâ€s time for me to exact a little revenge.”

She crawled over to Akiko, staring down at the stunned ninja girl. She knew exactly what she wanted to do now. Both girls had stated their intention to strip the other naked by the end of the match. Akiko had already robbed Claire of her vest and panties. So it was only fair that the ninja get the same treatment from the schoolgirl. The ninja costume was a little tricky to figure out, but Claire took the challenge in stride, grabbing firmly onto the top with both hands and trying to peel it from Akikoâ€s body.

As she did so, however, she worried that she was leaving herself vulnerable to another attack. Deciding to rectify that and embarrass Akiko further, Claire let go of the girlâ€s outfit and lifted her own skirt, revealing her cute kawaii butt. “Well, you took my panties, Akiko. Maybe youâ€ll think twice, next time.” With that, she would attempt to lower her rear end onto Akikoâ€s face for a devastating facesit smother. If she could do that, she would continue to attempt to strip Akiko of her costume.