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Stalemate

The following day, a Tuesday, Nagatoro, Sakura, Yoshi, and Senpai showed up at the art club room shortly after the end-of-classes bell rang. Five minutes later, dressed in her school uniform, Gamo walked in carrying a bulging gym bag. Five minutes after that, properly dressed teacher's aide Sana Sunimoya joined the group.

Gamo barked, "You're late."

"Your assessment would be correct if I were a student. However, the end-of-day duties assigned to a teacher's aide often require more time."

"How long are you going to be teaching here?" Nagatoro asked.

"I don't actually teach. I'm a teacher's assistant gaining experience. I'll be here till the end of the week, after which I will return to my classes in Tokyo."

"Do you like teaching so far?" Yoshi asked.

"It's a tedious process whose negative attributes are offset by the joy I experience when the spark of understanding gleams in a student's eyes. It feels exhilarating to know you're making a difference."

"Ready to fight?" Sakura rubbed her fist.

Sana moved her hands to the top button of her blouse. "That's why I'm here."

Gamo opened her gym bag. "Hey, Sunimoya. I brought a couple of gis, you know, proper Judo outfits. I was hoping you wouldn't mind dressing normally, like people do in modern times."

Sana walked to the closet and returned with a bag of ropes used to package multiple paintings. She set the bag on the table next to Gamo's. "I'll wear your outfit if, in return, you'll allow me to tie your arms behind your back."

"What the hell?"

"You're asking me to give up an advantage, yet you offer nothing in return."

"That makes no sense."

"It kinda does actually," Nagatoro said. "If she puts that on, you'll have a much easier time getting a grip on her. You're having a harder than usual time putting her in holds because she's fighting you naked."

"Especially when she's sweaty," Yoshi added.

"Hey, whose side are you guys on?" Gamo asked.

"I'm not on anyone's side," Nagatoro said. "You two made the rules. Now you have to stick to them."

"What will it be?" Sana asked.

"I'm sure as hell not going to let you tie me."

Sana resumed removing her clothes. "That's fine. By the way, I have no problem with you wearing a gi."

"No way," Gamo replied. "That would give you an advantage."

Sana stepped out of her panties and placed her hands on her hips. "Point made."

Gamo groaned. Moments later, wearing a sports bra and hip hugging shorts, she stepped into the middle of the ring opposite Sana.

Nagatoro stood between them. "Ready to continue the match?"

"What are we even fighting for?" Gamo asked.

Sana replied, "Honor."

"Same rules," Nagatoro said. "No kicking, punching, or biting. The match continues until one side yields." The clock showed forty-five minutes left in the period. "Or until the bell rings."

Sana kneeled on the floor. "Shall we start where we left off?"

"But she had you pinned," Nagatoro said.

"I know."

"Fine by me."

After Sana laid on the center of the mat belly-down, Gamo sat on her back and pulled her opponent's arms behind her.

"That looks about right." Nagatoro stepped back. "Go."

Sana snap-gripped Gamo's arm, twisted it clockwise, and threw her off to the side. Both girls hopped to their feet.

"Nice move," Gamo said. "You caught me napping. But it won't help."

Once again, the girls circled each other on the four-by-four meter mat. Gamo bobbed, faked, and lurched, but Sana didn't take the bait. The girls held each other and hugged in an attempt to gain advantage. Muscles flexed and grunts echoed off the walls as one girl lifted the other.

Fifteen minutes into the battle, both girls' bodies gleamed with sweat, giving the fully nude Sunimoya an advantage. However, Gamo proved to be far more skilled, and everyone knew she'd eventually find an opening.

At twenty minutes into the match, with both girls huffing, Gamo finally found her opening. A leg sweep followed by an arm lock took Sana down to the mat. Gamo folded Sana's arms into a headlock while she sat on the nude girl's back.

"Do you yield?" Gamo gasped.

"No," Sana answered. "Of course not."

Gamo maintained the hold for ten minutes. "Fucking yield already. You can't escape."

"Maybe I'm not trying." Sana faked a struggle and then hibernated.

Meanwhile, Senpai, Nagatoro, Yoshi, and Sakura watched from their chairs on the sidelines.

"It's a solid strategy," Senpai whispered to Nagatoro. "She's making the most of the rules. While Gamo is struggling to keep her in that hold, the President is waiting her out by using the natural resistance of her muscles and gravity."

Nagatoro crossed her arms and quietly grumbled, "Are you getting off on this?"

"I know, right?" Sakura said. "You can only watch two naked, or nearly naked, girls fight so long before it gets boring."

Yoshi simply shrugged.

Sana's full-strength hip twist caught Gamo off guard and allowed her to free her arms. Unable to counter in time, Sana's slick body slid out of Gamo's grasp. Sana hopped to her feet, faced her opponent, and crouched in a defensive stance.

"This isn't fair," Gamo said. "I would have beat you on points a hundred times over by now."

"We're not playing for points, though, are we?"

"This isn't right."

"Consider it a lesson. Often in life, the battle doesn't go to the one who's most skilled, but rather to the one with more grit and endurance."

When the bell rang, both girls dropped their arms.

From her seat at the side, Nagatoro asked, "Are we going to continue this tomorrow?"

"Those are the rules," Sana replied. "Unless, of course, she decides to yield."

Gamo groaned. "I'll be here."

"I won't," Nagatoro said. "I've got swim practice."

"We're kind of busy too." Sakura patted Yoshi's shoulder. "Mid terms are next week."

"I—" Senpai started to speak but stopped after meeting Nagatoro's eyes. "I need to study too."

Gamo extended her hand. "What do you say, Sana? Call it a draw?"

"No. Although you are free to end the contest by resigning."

"Why should I do that when I'm clearly much better than you?"

"Are you really?" Sana pulled her bra over her breasts and fastened it behind her.

Gamo grabbed her blouse and buttoned it over her sports bra. "I'm not going to quit."

"And neither will I." Sana stepped into her panties.

"Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you then."

###

The following day, a Wednesday, Sana met Gamo in the art club room.

"It seems we've lost our audience," Sana said. "If you concede this match, I'll wear your gi and we can fight a second match for points. There's an off chance you might actually beat me."

"I'd rather fight you with my arms tied behind my back that yield to an inferior."

"As you wish."

Gamo lowered her head. "Look, Sunimoya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. What I mean is, I believe I'm a much better Judo fighter than you. I could never create the incredible paintings you make."

Sana smiled. "We each excel at different artistic disciplines. Despite our differences, I'm glad to have come to know you better as a result of this contest."

Gamo returned the smile. "And I've enjoyed getting to know you better too."

"I've heard it said, 'You don't really know a person until you fight them.'"

"I suppose that's true."

The girls walked onto the mat and faced each other.

"How did we end things yesterday?" Gamo asked.

"I'd just broken your hold."

"Good timing."

Sana shrugged. "Shall we resume?"

"No punching, kicking or biting." Gamo bowed.

"We battle until the bell rings." Sana returned the bow.

Once again, the girls circled each other. Once again, it took Gamo fifteen minutes to find a weakness to exploit.

"This sucks," Gamo said. "It takes twice as much energy for me to keep you in this hold as it does for you to lie there. You're wearing me out."

"Awareness of your opponent's strategy does not equate to victory."

Gamo released Sana, rose, and crossed her arms. "I'd already be the winner if we played for points."

Sana rolled onto her side and crossed one leg over the other. "Which is exactly why I turned this match into a contest of will, tenacity, and endurance. As I've said before, it's a lesson for life."

"It's only a lesson because you tweaked the rules." As Gamo glanced around the club room, an idea formed. She dashed to the table, grabbed Sana's bag of ropes, and dropped them on the mat. Then she jumped on top of opponent and placed her in the hold. While seated on the nude girl's back, Gamo pinned her opponent's arms behind her with one arm and tied them together with the other.

Struggling to free herself, Sana looked over her shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"You're the one who put this bag of rope in play." Having immobilized Sana's arms, Gamo tied Sana's ankles. A third length of rope connected Sana's wrists to her ankles behind her back.

Gamo rose to study her handiwork. Teacher's Aide Sana Sunimoya lay tightly hogtied in the middle of the mat. Though she struggled mightily against her bonds, she couldn't break free. "I don't know what you intend to accomplish with this." She twisted her wrists inside of the rope loops. "But it won't make a difference."

Gamo sat cross-legged on the mat. "I'll say one thing. It's costing me a lot less energy to maintain my hold like this."

Sana took a deep breath, relaxed her muscles, and looked straight ahead. "As far as I'm concerned, nothing has changed. Unless, you plan to leave me this way after the bell rings."

"That's like saying I wouldn't give you a hand up after the whistle blows out of spite. I would never do something that unsportsmanlike."

"I believe that's true, Gamo-kun. I guess it's my turn to apologize."

"Apology accepted."

Sana groaned. "This was not my intended use of the rope."

"But it's pretty damn close. Let's be honest, Sana. This hasn't been a standard Judo match from the start."

"I concede your point."

When the class bell rang, Gamo untied Sana and helped her to her feet. The girls got dressed in silence, with Gamo the first to finish.

"See you tomorrow?" Gamo extended her hand.

Sana shook it. "I'll see you tomorrow."

###

Thursday at lunch, Gamo joined Nagatoro, Sakura, and Yoshi at their usual cafeteria table.

"How did things go?" Nagatoro asked. "Did you finally beat her?"

"I have no problem beating her. The problem is, she refuses to yield."

"That girl is a pretty tough cookie," Sakura said.

"By the way," Nagatoro said, "we're sorry we couldn't cheer you on yesterday."

"No problem. I know you guys are busy."

Yoshi giggled. "Hyacchi just doesn't want Senpai in the room with all that hot sweaty bare skin."

Gamo asked, "The President has modeled nude for Paisen before, hasn't she?"

"You know that chick," Sakura quipped. "She lives to be naked, so it's nothing Senpai-kun hasn't seen before."

"You can't really blame Hyacchi for keeping Sense away," Yoshi told Gamo. "And I'm sure you both feel more comfortable without him in the room."

"I suppose."

"Whatever," Nagatoro groaned. "Just let us know how it goes, okay Gamo-chan?"

"I will."

###

Thursday after classes, Gamo met Sana in the art club room. Once again, Gamo stripped down to her sports bra and spandex shorts while Sana stripped totally naked.

Sana grabbed three rope loops from the bag and handed them to Gamo. "Shall we continue where we left off?" She laid on the floor belly-down and crossed her wrists behind her back.

"You don't have a problem with this?" Gamo asked as she tied her nude opponent.

"After giving it some thought, I came to the realization that your tying me changes nothing."

Once again, Gamo sat cross-legged on the mat. "So that's what you realized, is it?"

Sana offered a light struggle against her bonds. "You're quite adept at tying me up."

"I've actually had training in Shibari."

"The Japanese art of rope restraint." Sana fluttered her fingers. "Why am I not surprised?"

"I'm guessing your overnight research didn't provide you with a solution to this quandary?"

"Freeing myself from this 'hold' would require a sharp edge to cut through the rope, but in my chosen mode of dress, I have no place to conceal it."

"Do you regret not wearing a gi?"

"No."

Gamo ran her hand over Sana's firm bare bottom. "You've got the most incredible body."

Sana chuckled. "It's often not a blessing, but a curse."

Gamo laughed. "Remember when I made you wear that bunny suit and sell our cat-girl merch?"

"That was quite humiliating."

"Give me a break. You enjoyed every minute."

"I never said otherwise, did I?" Sana met Gamo's eyes. "Why do you fight, Maki-kun?"

"My family runs a gym, so fighting has always been a big part of my life. When are you heading back to Tokyo?"

"My last day is tomorrow. After that, I'll take a two-week break before I come back again."

"So if I don't get you to yield by tomorrow, we'll resume when you come back after a couple of weeks?"

"That is correct."

"And you won't have any problem spending all that time hogtied naked on this mat?"

"This room is my domain. I feel at home here."

Gamo laid on her back, raised her knees, and gazed up at the ceiling. "Well, it's not my favorite place. I've got better things to do with my time."

"I fully understand."

"is this part of your calculation?"

"As I said earlier, figuring out your opponent's strategy is not the same as victory."

"So let me get this straight. Your plan is to make things so uncomfortable for me, I'll quit."

"I would prefer sooner rather than later, but I can wait you out."

"This has got to end." Gamo snatched Sana's panties from her clothes pile, bunched them into a ball, and held them at her lips. "Open wide."

When Sana obeyed, Gamo stuffed the fabric deep into her mouth. Two loops of cord wrapped around Sana's head, threaded between her teeth, kept the gag in place. Gamo removed the hogtie rope from Sana's bound ankles, pulled Sana's wrists up until they crossed between her shoulder blades, and tied the rope end around her neck. Lastly, Gamo pulled Sana's hips over her legs.

SMACK — SMACK — SMACK

Gamo started spanking her, each strike sounding like the snap of a whip, as the palm of Gamo's hand made contact with Sana's fully exposed bare bottom.

"Since we hit a stalemate, I figured it was time to move ahead."

SMACK — SMACK — SMACK

"I know we said no punching, kicking, or biting, but we didn't say anything about spanking, did we?"

SMACK — SMACK — SMACK

Sana remained silent at first, taking the swats like a trooper. But as one swat unrelentingly followed the next, she peeped after each new strike. She started shifting and struggling, her body moving instinctively, trying to dodge the source of the pain.

Gamo grabbed her hair. "No you don't, Sunimoya. Your pretty ass stays put. I'm just getting started."

SMACK — SMACK — SMACK

Gamo took a short break and asked, "By the way, do you yield?"

Sana shook her head.

"That's what I figured."

SMACK — SMACK — SMACK

Eventually, Sana's bare bottom turned a bright glowing red, and her peeps morphed into cries of anguish. By the time the bell was poised to ring, tears streamed from Sana's eyes, snot seeped from her nose, and saliva streamed from her mouth as she howled into her panties.

Gamo shook out her hand and blew on it. "Had enough?"

Sana, now bawling, did not answer.

"Answer me. Do you yield?"

A sniffling Sana shook her head.

"You're one very tough bird."

The bell rang.

Gamo rose, grabbed a jar from her gym bag, and kneeled down next to Sana. "Hold still. This cream is great for bruises, so I always carry some around with me. But this is going to sting a little." Gamo liberally placed a gob of the white cream on her palm and rubbed it into Sana's glowing bum and thighs.

Sana screamed and twisted as Gamo applied the medicine, but Gamo didn't relent. Once Gamo finished, she put the jar into her bag and got dressed while Sana sobbed on the mat.

Gamo kneeled and loosened the knots binding Sana's wrists. "Tomorrow, I'm going to whip those magnificent breasts of yours, so you may want to figure out whether or not you want to continue this." She grabbed her bag and strolled out of the club room.

###

The following day, Friday, Gamo, Nagatoro, Yoshi, and Sakura met for lunch.

"How did your battle go?" Sakura asked.

"Did she yield?" Nagatoro asked.

"Let's just say, I had her in a hold, and she held out till the bell." Gamo smirked. "I have a feeling she won't be coming back."

"You never know," Nagatoro said. "That girl is relentless."

"We'll see about that. Still, I'd appreciate it if you guys let us use the club room for one more day, just in case."

"She'll be back," Yoshi said. "You can bank on it."

Gamo tilted her head. "Why are you so sure?"

"Because there's only one thing that will stop that girl, and she won't relent until you comprehend it."

"And what's that thing, oh sage Yoshi?"

"If you haven't figured that out by now, then it's not my place to tell you."

###

After the end-of-class bell rang, Gamo walked to the art club room and found Sana Sunimoya waiting for her.

"I wasn't sure I'd see you here today," Gamo said.

Sana rubbed her bottom. "I've had a rather difficult time finding a comfortable way to sit, but I'm certain things would have been worse if you hadn't treated me with that salve. Thank you for that." She unbuttoned her blouse. "Shall we continue where we left off?"

Gamo's jaw dropped. "Seriously? What's wrong with you?"

Sana paused her unbuttoning. "If you chose to yield, that's fine with me."

"I'm not a quitter."

"Neither am I."

Once fully nude, Sana carried her panties and the coils of rope to the center of the mat, laid belly-down on the floor, and crossed her wrists behind her back.

Gamo studied Sana's bottom as she tied her. "It doesn't look too bad."

"As I said, the medicine helped."

After tying Sana's wrists and her ankles, Gamo rolled the nude girl onto her back and straddled her.

"You don't need to gag me," Sana said. "Although I am powerless to resist should you choose to do so."

Gamo bunched up the cloth. "Are you sure? You were screaming pretty hard yesterday."

"Shall we play it by ear?"

"Okay." Gamo readied her breast whip, a thin leather belt. "I don't suppose you'd consider yielding right now."

Sana smiled. "You first."

SMACK — SMACK — SMACK

Sana gritted her teeth and remained silent as the belt lashed her breasts. After twenty lashes, Sana teared up and peeped after every strike.

"These puppies are way more sensitive, aren't they?"

Sana didn't answer. At forty lashes, she started crying.

Gamo stopped after lash forty-six, set down the whip, and put her hands on her hips. "Dammit, Sunimoya. Stop this."

Although her crying ceased, Sana's stoic expression remained and she stayed silent.

"Oh, man," Gamo shouted. "You are something else, you know that?" She wrapped the belt around her fist and beat the ground—"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit."— before removing it and throwing it off to the side.

Gamo paused to take several deep breaths before assessing the damage. "Dammit." She spread her fingers wide, gently cupped Sana's breasts, and lightly squeezed them to stimulate the blood flow. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Gamo scooted down Sana's legs, straddled her on all fours, and lowered her mouth over the glowing globes. Sana sighed as Gamo tenderly licked and kissed her nipples in turn. With the redness somewhat subsiding, Gamo ran kisses up Sana's collarbone and neck. Sana tilted her head and closed her eyes when Gamo's lips approached hers.

Both girls moaned as their tongues intertwined. Gamo reached between Sana's legs and massaged her companion's vagina. Sana climaxed instantly. Wide-eyed, she screamed into Gamo's mouth. Her screams continued unceasingly as Gamo's dexterous fingers stayed active.

Eventually, Sana's body stilled, and Gamo pulled the shivering girl into her arms.

"I'm so sorry, Sana. I couldn't process what I was feeling because it seemed so wrong. I didn't mean to take it out on you the way I did."

"I understand."

"I'm going to say this while you're still tied up, because you can't run away. I think that I'm in love with you, and I have been since I met you."

Sana's face lit up with a smile. "I fell for you when you challenged me to wear that silly bunny suit. I've been thinking of you daily ever since."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

"What about our match?"

"I accept my defeat with no qualms whatsoever. You have conquered me, Maki-kun. As an artist, there is no greater honor than to yield to love." A sly smile crept onto Sana's face. "Although I don't wish to be untied quite yet. I'm very much enjoying my defeat right now."

"You ain't seen nothing yet, sister." Gamo pulled off her top, shimmied out of her shorts, and dug her hand into the bag of rope. "Did I mention that I'm good at Shibari?"