Tina refuses

Tina’s mind was drowning in a haze of ecstasy. Daxia was taking this further than she ever has before which made Tina pause to consider just how far she was willing to go. Maybe Daxia was more into this than she realized herself. If she submitted, maybe Daxia would be willing to experiment with her. The temptation was so real, Tina was on the cusp of submitting, but then a nagging feeling drummed in the back of her head. She had been burnt too many times by Daxia’s teases. She wasn’t going to let her win this time.

“No!” Tina declared, defiantly.

“Are you sure?” Daxia asked, swaying her hips and ass in front of Tina’s face. Tina grimaced. It would have been one thing if Daxia was a bad dancer, but her grace and skill in martial arts lent itself to her smooth and seductive dance moves. It didn’t help that every hip swing was inches away from her lips and tongue. She longed to taste the juices fresh from the fruit, eyeing Daxia’s engorged pink flesh, glistening at their petals. Daxia could see Tina eyeing her and ended her dance. She stepped up close and hovered her forbidden fruit in front of her opponent. “Just give it a taste and it will all be over,” she told Tina. “Lick it if you want to submit.”

Tina eyed her friend’s pussy, dangling right in front of her eyes. She could smell how ripe it was. Daxia couldn’t fake this musk or the level of juices seeping from her slit. This was arousing the ‘hetero’ woman just as much as it was arousing Tina. If she leaned over and just gave it a lick, they could both get what they wanted.

Tina steeled herself. She wanted Daxia, but she also wanted to win. A whole week’s worth of Daxia was too good an offer to let slip away. The only problem was she had no way to get her friend to submit to her. Dash had all the cards. Tina was bound up, unable to escape. Daxia would be guarded against a ring out after she already tried that maneuver. She needed a way to defeat her opponent.

First, she needed to get away from the temptation. She turned her head and leaned over so she fell to the floor.

Daxia tsked. She was sure she had Tina at this point, and could tell that her friend was at her wits end. She just needed one final nudge… The Chinese American dropped to her knees playfully and giggled, “You’re not rolling over for me, are you?”

Tina glanced up at Dash before shutting her eyes impetuously. She didn’t want to give Daxia the satisfaction of thinking she won. Also, having Dash this close to her gave the judo wrestler an idea. She kept silent which emboldened Daxia to come even closer.

“Aww, you’ve given up? If you don’t put up a fight, that means I win, right?” the unbound wrestler asked. “Or do I have to put you in a hold first?”

Daxia awkwardly fit Tina’s head around her arm, not sure if a front headlock or a side headlock would be best. Eventually she settled on the side so that she could see Tina’s face while she squeezed.

“I bet you like this,” Daxia noted, “Getting smothered by my boob?” She turned to give Tina a face full of her plushy tit.

“Mmmph!” Tina sputtered before Xia let up on her enough to speak. “Ugh! This is the worst headlock I’ve even been in!” she complained. “You couldn’t squeeze the juice out of a lemon!”

“Oh yeah?” Daxia responded, squeezing tight enough for Tina’s face to redden.

This was what Tina was after though. With a tight enough grip, all Tina had to do now was twist her body around, catching Daxia off guard. Daxia was flung along with Tina, onto her back with an audible gasp. Tina heaved her entire body to pin the surprised opponent. This was a submission match though, so she had to stay on her opponent and grab hold of something with her limited range of movement.

Daxia flailed around, trying to grab onto Tina while Tina squirmed around on top of her. The two scrambled to get each other into some sort of hold. Tina’s bound arms were able to move from side to side and she was able to make an opening under her armpit large enough to fit Daxia’s head through. Once it was through the loop, Tina closed the trap and squeezed with all her might!

Daxia suddenly felt constriction around her neck. She wrapped her arms around Tina’s waist and squeezed back. Tina’s posture, thanks to the bindings, was arched back, allowing less air to fill her lungs than usual. With Tina squeezing the last bits of it out, she had maybe a minute or so to make Daxia submit.

“Tap!” Tina demanded, tensing her muscles around Daxia’s neck.

Daxia wheezed back, unable to take a breath. Her flight or fight response was kicking in, giving her an extra bolt of energy. She buckled down and squeezed back, hugging Tina’s torso until she could feel the girl’s spine through her belly.

All airs of seduction were thrown out of the match as the two grapplers were left with their grit and determination to win. The shot of adrenaline coursing through Tina’s veins reinvigorated her sense of competition and the fact that she had Daxia in this predicament only encouraged her more. She could feel herself on the brink of a victory!

Daxia realized that this was not a good position to be in. Tina could very well win with both arms tied behind her back, something she would never let Xia forget. Not only that, but she put a week of slavery on the line if her friend beat her! She did not want to lose! Daxia’s resolve hardened as the reality of the consequences settled into her head. She dug down and turned Tina over in an attempt to alleviate the pressure around her throat. This also allowed her to add her weight down onto Tina’s stomach.

Tina, on the other end of this, was able to leverage more with her arched back even though it prevented air from entering her lungs. She was all in with this last hold and would keep it on for as long as she could. In her head, she begged Daxia to tap, but saved her breath for the battle.

The faces on both women were changing from red to a deep purple but neither relented. Daxia’s head started to feel light as things faded to black.