A lesson in submission holds [F/F sex]

Heroic Willpower: Low.

You do a flamboyant somersault over the ropes and into the ring. There are so many exotic, secret kung-fu styles floating around out there that you really have no notion what to expect. This female trainer may not have a size advantage on you, but at a glance, she seems to have more muscular arms. How seriously Green Streak or his martial artist 'friend' here expect you to take this is unclear (he did say 'foxy boxing'), but you decide that you'll prioritize fighting effectively over fighting seductively.

"So," you say to her casually. "Must be quite a privilege to work here. I'm not sure if you've read my file, Miss, but well... in the middle of a closed ring with no way for me to get a height advantage, going hand-to-hand when my style focuses on using weapons, and not having the element of surprise all puts me at a bit of a disadvantage. You won't be too rough on a little birdie like me, will you?" You strap on pads over your hands and shins as well.

Your sparring partner gives you a weary look and mutters something in Vietnamese that sounds condescending before replying to you directly. "I expect that you will believe I have been too rough. We both will need to conserve our stamina for a long day. So although no holds or moves are out-of-bounds, the match ends when one gets five points, a 5-second pin, or one fighter's will is broken. If you have powers, use them. Your... mentor certainly does."

That last bit causes you to cock your head curiously - what does that mean, will is broken? Maybe that's for heroes who can mind control and the like. You and Master Thanh each stretch and warm up in your respective corners.

Looking around the training center you can't help but notice that several of the heroes and heroines (and the coaches and trainers that worked with them) here seemed to have a very... up-close and personal style. A statuesque 6-and-a-half foot woman with otherworldly features was trying to do standing squats with free weights made of some exotic metal, but a thin wire could be seen emerging from the crotch of her sweat pants, with a control knob/battery pack strapped to her thigh. Every ten lifts, a blonde woman with a ponytail and a headband grinned evilly and turned the knob up a notch.

You also see a freckled blonde with a 'Zorro mask' and a cowboy hat, wearing short daisy dukes, was engaging in a matchup somewhat similar to yours against a particularly large man in gym clothes with a weightlifter's physique. Over the course of a minute, she pulled herself free from his grip on her shoulders, swept him to the ground and tied up his hands and feet with old-fashioned hemp rope before he could even catch his bearings. But she didn't stop there either... the cowgirl-themed superheroine gave him some mocking taunts and straddled his upper body, rubbing her denim-clad crotch up against the tied-up man's face.

On one of the treadmills, a novice male hero with a moon-and-stars motif on his spandex and a short cape was carrying a pigtailed female trainer who had her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped 'round his waist. He runs at a quick trot, trying to keep up while still carrying her in the 'flirtatious damsel rescue' pose. To increase the difficulty a bit, she starts making out with him, forcing him to breathe through his nose. Soon it's too much for him and he falls, both of them landing behind the machine in a heap.

The master you're facing patiently waits for you to make the first move. You dip forward and try a feint with your left hand, but her hand strikes like a cobra, grabbing your wrist and holding you in place when you try to dodge back. Making a powerful side kick look effortless, she plants her heel in your solar plexus. An electronic counter atop the ring beeps, awarding her a point.

Responding to try and get free long enough to back away and catch your breath, you take a swing with your free hand at Thanh's exposed elbow. Again, it seems like you've allowed her to get you right where she wants you as she calmly sidesteps, grabbing you from behind with your shoulders. She doesn't stop there though - taking advantage of the position of her hands, she yanks your top up a few inches.

The top the League provided for you has smart fabric, which means that nipple-slips in the course of usual acrobatics and fighting weren't much of a risk, as it automatically inched back into place if it slipped a tiny bit. But against intentionally being pulled up, it didn't help at all, and Green Streak was visibly delighted by your rosy pink nipples bouncing free of the top. She doesn't stop there either, and gives one of them an excessively hard pinch, bringing a strangled cry from you. "Gah! Oh, very cute, darling..." you grunt, trying to get your breath back.

Taking advantage of the power of your legs and the excellent traction your boots give you, you get a running start and manage to flip yourself almost completely upside down despite Thanh having you from the back. She goes down on her bottom and you feel her own lycra-bound breasts squeezed up against your shoulderblades.

Looking at her, you'd expected to be a striker, not a grappler, but she seemed equally adept at both forms of combat. Reacting quickly, the short-haired woman rolled you over onto your side and trapped your left arm against the floor, uselessly. With one of her hands thus free, she performed a sharp, businesslike, rather un-romantic yank of your bottoms down several inches, exposing your wriggling ass, and with one of her knees, she **** your legs wider apart.

"Yesyesyesyes!" Green Streak leaned in over the ropes and rolled something over to Master Thanh where she had you grappled. "Careless heroines who rely too much on their gadgets and toys soon end up getting introduced to some other toys, heheheh! Starting to wonder if you're ready for life in the fast lane in Acropolis City, Nightie?"

Before you can respond, you feel a knobby, textured sex toy being thrust into your now-exposed snatch. You let out a surprised, high pitched note, which the "superhero" spectating seems to enjoy a lot more than the marital-aid-wielding martial artist herself. Her other hand starts roughly kneading your breast.

"Hahaha, I don't wanna seem like I'm playing favorites though!" Green Streak adds with a sly smirk. "So if you think Thanh is too tough a warm up for you, tag me in, and I'll show you how *I* take care of business. I'm proud to say the only time she's ever beaten me was when we had a special match where it was the first to score five of ANOTHER kind of points on the opponent..." he says, licking his lips fiendishly.

Deciding you need a dirty trick to catch up, you use your sound-mimicry abilities, and produce the sound of someone noisily jacking off and groaning in anticipation right behind her head. In this kind of environment it isn't even all that unbelievable, although you don't see anyone going quite THAT far, you don't know quite how dirty it gets.

Sure enough, the embarrassing sound gets Master Thanh's attention, and she whips her head around to look. Taking advantage of that momentary distraction, you do your best not to get distracted in turn by the (mercifully un-powered) dildo roughly twisting around inside you and break free, reversing the arm-lock she's got you in and ending up on top of her.

Thanh bucks and twists to try and get out from under you, twisting the bottom half her her body to try and build the momentum to throw you off her. Green Streak leans in past the ropes again and starts giving the athletic woman sharp slaps on her bottom. "Ohoh, Nightie's got the pin now! One, two, three...!"

The martial artist grunts with effort and throws you off. The next few seconds are a blur of **** as she lands three hard strikes against you in quick succession - one to your hip, one to your jaw, and another hard nipple twist. The ring awards her three more points.

But she's left herself open, overextending. Rolling your entire body, you dip low and plant your hand up against the tight fabric of her athletic shorts, slipping your hand up into her ass-crack to get a powerful and distractingly stimulating grip on her, while your other arm yanks her shoulder down. Using your momentum, you throw her back against the ropes. Her arms get tangled up in them as she instinctively grabs, and you get her in a knee-lock and keep grinding against her cunt and back hole with your hand. She can do little but bite down on high-pitched whimpers for the next five seconds - Green Streak administers the count-down slaps to her breasts, this time.

Clearing your throat and trying not to let on how embarrassed you are, you raise one of your legs and rest it on the turnbuckle, sliding the knobby transparent dildo out of you and casually tucking your bottoms back into place.

Looking back towards Green Streak, you're pretty sure you can see a flesh-colored blur around his waist for a second, but it all happens too fast for you to get any details. Maybe there was a reason Thanh found your illusion so believable...

Twitching his nose from side to side and breathing heavily, Green Streak starts bouncing up on his heels so rapidly that it sounds like a woodpecker. "Ohhhhhh yes. You're ready for dynamic duo maneuvers, new girl, you've proved it. I ran over and booked you - us - an advanced training room on level 2 while you were stepping out of the ring. Go ahead and go get yourself set up there, the 3.2 minutes it'll take you for you to get up there should be just about enough time for me to go grab a quick cold shower and get some video examples of things we could try. You're on the express lane to the big time now, Nightie!"

You still don't know quite what to feel about all of this. You give Master Thanh an awkward look, which she returns. She just shrugs and shakes her head with a cynical look. Belatedly, you realize that your tits are still hanging out, and tug your top back down into its default position. Well, Green Streak certainly seems to have taken an interest in you. You're not sure if that's a good or bad thing. But at least he can help with your upcoming mission, probably, and maybe you can talk him into letting you wear something a bit less... chilly.